#this idea hit me while i was showering and i haven't stopped thinking about it all day

[perfectthewayyouare]

ok my spn amv girlies who is going to make the so american oliviarodrigonatural destiel amv?

[taeyongdoyoung]

hide and seek

summary: your best friend chan finds you've been fantasizing about him and decides to turn those ideas into reality... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: *cracks knuckles* cnc/primal play, wolf/bunny roleplay, mention of safewords, traffic lights system (yellow used), hide and seek, mentions of pee, chasing scenario, blowjob mouthfucking, hair-grabbing, degradation, leg cramping, knees hurting, kinda realistic, unprotected sex, missionary but he holds reader down, pet names, daddy kink (like once), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: this will be the first part in a series, i haven't decided yet how many parts, maybe three? stay tuned if you're interested 🤍 part two & part three word count: 2.5k

Chan simply asks you if he can use your laptop while you’re having a shower since his battery died and he really needs to check something work-related real quick. After doing so, he can’t help but notice the recently opened pages. He doesn’t mean to pry, really. But it’s right there. And a quick look into his best friend’s mind couldn’t hurt…could it?

He is immediately captivated by this story you’ve apparently written and keep hidden in the drafts of your blog. It’s so…sexy and unlike anything you’ve ever talked to him about.

“Dumb little bunny, thinking you can get away from me,” the big bad wolf growls in the bunny’s ear.

The bunny whimpers helplessly, trying to escape the wolf’s strong grasp but to no avail.

The wolf takes the bunny from behind mercilessly, biting her neck and using her to please his needs...

What comes at the end of the story is what shocks him the most.

“Chris, please…”

Huh? Which Chris? Chris Evans? Or maybe Hemsworth? As far as he remembers, you have always been more of a Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston kinda girl but…people change, he supposes.

Until it hit him. His name is also Chris! And people do compare him to a wolf…But no, it couldn’t be…There is no way his best friend is writing stories fantasizing about him.

Unless…

He can’t imagine going on with his life without knowing the answer. So, Chan waits impatiently until you are done with your shower.

“Everything good with your work thing?” you ask him calmly once you return to your room.

“Yeah, all is good. But I found something way more interesting on your laptop,” Chan blurts out meaningfully.

The expression on your face is enough of an answer. You look completely mortified, like a true bunny that is waiting to be devoured.

“I forgot to clear my history, didn’t I?” you murmur even though you already know what Chan has seen.

“That story wasn’t about Chris Evans, was it?” Chan wants to know though he suspects what the truth is.

You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, which takes him by surprise. Gripping his hand tightly, you look so cute and pitiful. He wants to ruin you. Wait, when did those feelings show up?

“I know it was wrong, Channie, believe me. But I just couldn’t help myself, okay? Nothing else helps me get off but this fantasy. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t end our friendship! You mean the world to me, I’m so so sorry!”

“End our friendship?” he is completely stunned by your train of thought. “Why would I? I mean, you never meant for me to see it, so I think it’s okay to have certain…fantasies. But now that I did see it, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you suggest.

“You’re right, we don’t have to talk about it. But how about I make those scenarios come to life?”

“Huh? You want to what now?” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“It can’t be satisfying, dealing with all these frustrations by yourself.”

“It really isn’t…” you confess.

“Then, let me take care of you. That’s what friends are for, right?” Chan chuckles.

“Let me get this straight, you wanna re-enact my freaky fantasies while still staying friends?”

“Um, sure, why not?”

You would be a fool to agree. This could mess up everything. But you would be an even bigger fool to reject his tempting offer.

“I’m in.”

“Great! Then, should we discuss boundaries and safewords and stuff?”

“No boundaries, no safewords, you can do whatever you like to me, I don’t care.”

“This isn’t right. What if I want to use a safeword?”

Oh. That thought never crossed your mind but perhaps it should have.

“How about this…if I want a scene to end, I’ll say red. I know you said you don’t need one, but just in case, feel free to use it. If we want to just pause for a bit, then yellow. Green is good to go. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, Chan. I mean, uhhh…do you want me call you something specific?”

“Whatever you like, babygirl,” he reassures you and pats your cheek. “Do you want to give this a try rightaway? Unless you’ve got other plans…”

“No way, let’s do this!” you practically jump at the opportunity.

“Alright. I’ll give you one minute to hide anywhere in this house. After that, I can do whatever I like to you.”

His words make you so thrilled that your heart threatens to escape from your chest because it’s beating louder than ever.

“If you find me,” you tease.

“Oh, I will,” Chan swears. “Now, run.”

You sprint out of your room and down the stairs, as he starts the countdown.

“Sixty…fifty-nine…”

Where should you hide? The living room doesn’t have any good hiding spots and neither does the kitchen. Under the table is too obvious. Your room would have been a good option but Chan is currently there, so it’s out of the question. The bathroom is right next to it, so once again, not a great idea. Then, it hits you. The basement! You don’t remember ever showing it to Chan so it will take him more time to think of it. You go through the door and run down another set of stairs leading to the basement. You see the perfect spot. A vintage wooden chest that just happens to be empty and is big enough to fit you if you squeeze in.

Okay, maybe not comfortable but you can survive in there for a couple of minutes. Once you’ve tucked yourself inside and closed the lid, you are suddenly hoping that Chan finds you quickly. Whatever he does to you can’t be worse than this tiny space. You didn’t know you had claustrophobia but in this very moment, you do. You can’t hear him from down here so you imagine he is looking through the other rooms first. After what feels like eternity, you finally hear steps. You are grateful that you recently peed before getting in the shower because the current situation would have undoubtedly made you wet your pants. As the steps approach, you begin to worry. What if it isn’t Chan? What if you’d forgotten to lock the door and now a complete stranger comes in to take advantage of you? No, these thoughts are irrational and make you want to use the bathroom. Ugh.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to come out and I’ll go easy on you.”

Chan’s voice both comforts you and freaks you out even more. You’re not coming out, alright. This spot was great! He can do whatever he wants to you.

“Three…two…one,” Chan finishes counting and opens the chest’s lid.

You look up at him, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He pulls you out of it roughly.

“Last chance. Run.”

But then, you realize you were squeezed into that tiny space for so long that your leg had cramped up. You can’t possibly run right now.

“Um, sorry but yellow,” you feel like an idiot. You had said you don’t need a safeword and yet…

“What’s wrong?” Chan’s threatening gaze immediately softens and he rubs your elbow gently.

“I didn’t think I’d get a leg cramp in this freaking box,” you admit, ashamed of yourself as you shake your legs in an attempt to relax muscles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chan coos at you and helps you massage your leg. “Wanna call it a day?”

“Hell nah. Just, no more running, please.”

“Sure, that’s fine by me.”

“Sorry for ruining the mood.”

Chan shakes his head.

“You could never.”

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” you assure him.

“Scene?”

“Scene.”

“Did you really think you can escape me? Dumb little bunny…” Chan tsks at you and you feel your knees giving out. You need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Mr. Wolf,” you plead with him even though every cell in your being would be glad to be on the receiving end of his anger.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that? You should’ve locked your door to keep me out.”

If you tell him that you want him inside would it be too out of character for a scared bunny?

“I’ll do anything,” you promise crying. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“You’ll do anything regardless,” Chan smirks devilishly and grabs your hair harshly, pushing you to your knees. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his confines and stuffing your mouth full.

Fuck, your knees already hurt, probably because of that stupid chest but you choose to ignore the discomfort for now because this feeling of being dominated like that is too good to let go of.

“That’s it, take it like the useless cumslut you are,” Chan speaks degradingly but you’ve never been wetter before.

You wish you could say you are doing your best to give him a blowjob but the truth is you are not doing much, his hips thrusting forward aggressively, his hands gripping your hair. Your mouth is nothing but a cumdump for him. Your eyes are watering, vision is blurred. Your throat hurts too but it is nothing compared to the burning feeling in your knee. It is in that moment you realize that you didn’t discuss a signal for a situation where you can’t speak. You rack your brain for an alternative and remember that some subs opt for pinching their dom’s skin in an attempt to communicate discomfort. You really don’t want this to end but…

As you are overthinking this, you realize Chan’s already released his seed inside of your mouth and you are left with no choice but to swallow it up like the greedy cumwhore you are. Only for him, though.

His cock softens in his mouth but he doesn’t immediately pull out and only then, do you remember what you’ve been about to do.

You pinch his thigh lightly, looking up with moist, pleading eyes.

“What is it, darling?” Chan needs to know, taking a step back.

“Help me stand, please,” your voice is hoarse.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he grips your hands and leads you to sit for a while on the stupid chest responsible for your current pain. Okay, maybe, you brought this upon yourself but whatever.

“No, you were perfect, it’s just that my knees hurt. Fucking dumb wooden thing,” you grunt in frustration, punching it with your tiny fist.

Chan chuckles and strokes your hair comfortingly in complete contrast to how he was pulling it mere seconds ago. Then, he pulls you into his arms for a sweet hug.

“Sorry…I’m killing the mood again, aren’t I?” you pout.

“Not at all. Remember you’re in charge of whatever happens between us. You wanna pause, we pause. You wanna stop, we stop. I would hate myself if this doesn’t feel as good for you as it does for me.

“You feel good?”

“Are you kidding? Do you think I’d offer just anyone to fulfil their fantasies hidden in their drafts?” Chan laughs fondly.

“I’m glad you think so,” you smile at him gratefully. “I’m better now so if you’re still on board, we can continue.”

“I’m on board but let me come up with a new plan. I was thinking of fucking you doggy style but now that’s out of the question with your knee situation.”

Hearing him speak out loud what he was planning to do to you sends shivers down your spine. Damn it, maybe you should have just hidden under the table.

“How do you feel about missionary?” Chan inquires.

“Wouldn’t it be too intimate for the kind of scenario we’re doing?” you are doubtful.

“Not if I hold you down,” Chan murmurs smugly.

“Oh. Well, then…like I said, you can do whatever you like.”

“Action?”

“Action,” you confirm.

Chan wastes no time in pulling you up from your sitting position and pushing you down on the cold floor. He’s holding your wrists with one hand and undressing you with the other. Scratch that. He’s tearing your dress apart. It was never one of your faves.

“W-what are you d-doing?” you mewl at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chan commands.

He doesn’t bother with stretching you out because he sees you’re already soaking wet for him. Instead, he forces his thick cock inside of your tiny pussy.

Only this time, your screams are real and you’re not at all pretending.

“T-too b-big, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“You can take it, bunny,” Chan says confidently.

You know that you can put an end to this with one simple word but damn, does it feel incredible to be stuffed full by your best friend’s large manhood.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear. “This’ll feel so much better if you relax f’me.”

You’re trying, really. But it’s too much you feel like he’ll split you in half. Okay, maybe not a bad way to go but still.

“D-daddy, it h-hurts so m-much,” you slur mindlessly.

Wait, what did you just say?

“Daddy, huh? Easy, babybun, your wolf dad’s gonna take good care of you, I promise,” Chan’s words send you into overdrive and you come around his cock, your thighs are shaking and you’re arching your back. You can’t think anymore, you just need to be with him stuck in this moment forever. Soon enough, he releases his cum inside of your pussy.

You want to beg him to stay there for a while but you are too weak to speak.

Instead, Chan uses his fingers to push back the cum inside of your tiny pussy.

“Gotta make it stick. Will my bunny have my wolf puppies, huh?”

Oh? So, he’s that kind of guy. Well, you can’t say you mind...Besides, you’ve talked about this before and you’re on the pill so whatever he says is just for the sake of the scenario. Right?

“Was this okay?” Chan intends to find out and judging by his soft tone that is just begging to be praised you can tell that the scene is over.

“You did amazing, Chris,” you sigh wistfully and kiss his cheek.

“Better than your fantasies?”

“You have no idea.”

“So…when can we do something like this again?”

“Gee, let me have some water, at least,” you joke but your best friend (?) takes it literally and scoops you up in his arms, heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To get you water, of course. And have a bath. And then to bed.”

Fuck. Maybe staying friends will be more complicated than you initially thought.

Once you’ve both been hydrated, washed up and dried out, you are cuddled in your bed, sharing snacks.

“Do you want to try something more extreme next week?” Chan asks casually. As if what you just did wasn’t already pretty intense.

“Um, sure? What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Kind of an outside setting. It will take some planning to make sure there aren’t other people but…it just came to mind while we were in the basement.”

“Tell me more about it,” you blink curioisly and put your hand on top of his.”

“So…how do you feel about being chased in a forest?”

To be continued…

[dezznuggz]

Road Trip |Steve Harrington × FemReader

~ You and Steve make plans for a road trip to the beach that is 30 minutes away from Hawkins, the drive from there and back is a total mess and it's up to you and Steve to calm everyone down and control everything so that it goes planned

Requested? ✅

Warning: Use of y/n, readers pronouns are she/her (sorry), complete chaos, mentions of the events from the upside down, Steve feeling left out and 'targeted', might be some misspelled words, a little bit of a cliff hanger at the end. (Enjoy and pls request more ideas)

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“Okay and turn right here”

“Here?”

“Yes babe here!”

It was hard for Steve to hear your directions due to the people in the back of the Volkswagen (that you and Steve rented for this particular trip) were talking a little too loud just for them to be 2 inches away from each other. “Y/n did you get my sandals?”. “Yes I have them in the front with me!” You shouted back to Max so that he could hear you, “oh wait did you get my towel too?”. “I brought an extra one so yes I did!” This time you shouted back to Lucas, “and what about my sunscreen?”. “I have everything that you guys need with me!” You responded to Mike loudly while also talking to everyone to prevent them from asking any further questions.

“How long is this ride gonna take, you know it's hot back here!?” Robin says with an annoyed grunt while moving around, “we're like 5 minutes away just give me a second okay!” Steve replies back to Robin with an annoyed tone. Steve has trouble with being able to concentrate at multiple things at once, he tends to get frustrated or he starts feeling pressured, that's why you're always around, to prevent Steve from blowing up on the kid or even Robin and Eddie.

“Here Robin is the air hitting you know?” You say while moving your air fan towards the back in hopes that it reaches to her. “A little, I would feel more if Eddie's hair wasn't making me claustrophobic!” Robin sounds even more cranky but you couldn't blame her, she was in the very back with a guy who only gets a haircut every 7 months and to top it all, there was a whole lot of movement In Front of her that prevented any access of air going towards her.

“Well beauty takes up space, we already talked about this!” Eddie responds back to robins complaints, he seems to be the only one that doesn't seem physically bothered with his overgrown hair. “Here take one of these” you reach your hand out as far as you can to give Eddie a rubber band, “no that's gonna make my hair look bad at the beach, no girl is gonna want me with my hair up, why else do you think I grow it out!” Eddie replies back while pushing your hand away from his direction to deny your offer. “Well no woman is gonna like your hair being a mess while looking like you haven't showered in weeks” you say to Eddie while moving your hand back to his direction while also trying to dodge your arm from hitting any of the kids heads. Eddie finally took up on your offer and snatched it out of your hand while pouting a little and mocking you under his breath,

“That's true, honestly man, what conditioner do you use cause Jesus, that thing is a bird nest!” Steve butts in the conversation while looking at Eddie through the rear view mirror, “Clubman but that's cause it's always on clearance so I work with what I can get” Eddie moves his head as he talks to Steve to show that he's trying to give him attitude, “that's why, you should use the one that Steve uses, he uses this shampoo called Fa- HEY!” Your sentence was rudely cut off due to Lucas pushing himself through the little gap between you and Steve to get the bag full of snacks that sat on your lap, “sorry excuse me” Lucas says before he sits back down and opens the bag for Dustin and Max to see and grab what they want. “Hey no no no half of those are robins and Eddie's, don't eat them” Steve tries to stop the kids from eating what's not theirs, “yea guys, half of those are mine come on!” Robin says while trying to see and check that none of the kids take her candy, “y/n! Get your kids, they're practically robbing me!” Eddie screams out to you while trying to grab any candy from Dustin's hands.

“Hey, give me the bag”. “Okay just give me a second”. “Guys give her the bag!”. “That one's mine STOP EATING IT!”. “Let me have one!” chaos broke loose over candy, everyone was screaming and talking to each other at the same time, Eddie and Robin were moving in their seats to get a closer chance of getting their candy back from the greedy kids, Mike, El and Will were complaining about Robin and Eddie hitting their heads with their grabby arms and hands while you were yelling at max, Lucas, and Dustin for not listening to Steve and the other 2 adults while also trying to prevent them from eating more candy. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the commotion, he sure didn't like it while driving but he knew that it wouldn't be a perfect road trip without an argument breaking out over something little such as candy.

“OH WOW LOOK AT THAT WE'RE HERE!”

Steve says loudly which grabs everyone's attention, that one sentence has everyone go quiet and look out the windows. Hawkins was the most boring town known, I mean any new folks only go there for a bathroom break to Disneyland so something as basic as the beach was thrilling to everyone including you and Steve.The moment of calmness and quietness was soon over when Dustin and Max opened their side doors to run out. “Woah woah hey guys hold on!” Steve says frantically in hopes of slowing down everyone from getting out of the car, but no one listened to him instead they just kept getting out of the car until it was just you and Steve left, “they never listen to me” Steve sighs and unbuckles his seat belt to get out, he then goes to your side of the car and opens to door for you and help you carry anything that you needed help with. The kids seemed to have found a perfect spot that was not too far from the water but not too close.

you and Steve watch everyone set their towels down onto the sand from afar, “you know what Max told me” you say to Steve to start up a conversation, “if it has something to do with my bathing suit then dont bother, her and lucas already made fun of me enough” Steve says while moving his left arm (since his right hand is dragging along a cooler filled with refreshing drinks) around to make awareness to himself that his swim suit is a joke to the kids, “what? No….well..” you look Steve up and down

“Okay maybe your bathing suit is a little funny” you giggle at Steve which causes him to laugh as well, “no but max told me that she always wanted to go to the beach since coming to Hawkins cause that's the only thing that reminds her of California” you say while squinting your eyes a little to look up at Steve, “is that why you planned this trip? To make Max happy?” Steve questions you, “I want her to feel at home in Hawkins, and with us since we're basically the only ones she has left” you respond back as you watch Max and Robin move Lucas's and Mike's towels and replace it with theirs.

“You know she looks up to you right?” Steve breaks your stare from Max and Robin and you turn to him, “she also looks up to you too, she told me she sees you as her older brother” you look at Steve to see him smile. Steve is an only child (it's pretty obvious) so for him to hear that he's an older brother to someone's eyes, it makes his heart jump from excitement, “they're annoying and all but I still love them you know”

“What purpose would we serve if we don't become role models to these knuckleheads” you say as you gesture your head towards the group of people that you and Steve would kill for. Both of y'all finally catch up to where everyone was at, “Jesus can y'all walk any slower” Mike complains and moves to reach for the bag that hangs around your wrist but you pull your arm away before he can grab it, “hey you should be thankful I bought your stupidly expensive sunscreen, I mean who needs a specific type of sunscreen that costs more than $3!” You complain back to Mike while you dig in the bag filled with supplies in attempt of finding Mike's ‘special’ sunscreen, “I have delicate skin okay I can't help that” Mike moves his arms around dramatically, “how many times do I have to tell you, your skin isn't delicate it's all in your mind” you let out a sigh before handing Mike his bottle of sunscreen which he rudely snatches away from your hand but before he can walk off Steve hits him in the back of his head, “hey have some manners, you're only here cause El’s here so be grateful!” Steve raises his voice at Mike so that he can hear him but he was already walking away from you and Steve while rubbing his head.

After everyone got themselves situated and set all their belongings down in their own area, the kids ran into the water while Robin and Eddie moved not too far away from you and Steve to play and build with the sand. You have your bikini on and your sunglasses and right when you're about to lay down to finally enjoy the breeze, a heavy breathing and soaking wet teen runs up to you (which causes you to lift your sunglasses up to look up at him). “hey uh me and my friends wanted to know if you'd like to play volleyball with us over there” he points to a group of teenage boys standing and waiting there awkwardly, “um…no thank you I just wanna relax for today” you reject the teens offer before lowering your sunglasses down over your eyes, “okay um….” The teen stands there quietly before talking again “can I maybe get your number and we can hang out sometime?” this causes you to laugh, “Jesus dude take a hint and besides you're like 15, I'm too old for you alright so stay in school and go play with your geek friends'' you wave him off but before the teen boy can make any more comments to defend himself someone butts in, “babe do you need help with putting sunscreen on your back?” Steve makes his appearance known as he walks up to you with a sunscreen bottle in his hand, “yes please” you reply to Steve's offer before sitting up straight and giving the teen boy a smug look, “you know this kid?” Before Steve applies sunscreen onto his hand, he points a finger towards the teen who was still standing there, “oh no he was just leaving” you say and this time you wave at him in a mocking gesture, he walks off towards his friends who were laughing at him. “jesus you didn't seem to change since highschool” Steve laughs at your mockery towards the kid while rubbing sunscreen on your back, “sometimes I gotta bring the old me back you know” you mumble due to you enjoying the little message that Steve is giving you as he applies sun protection on your back.

Steve then finishes up your back and he lays flat on his stomach waiting for you to do the same gesture towards him. Yours and Steve's relationship was always equal, for Valentine's Day he'll get you something and you'll make him something, at restaurants y'all both would split the bill, when eating food you'll give half to Steve and he would give half to you. So Steve didn't have to ask you if you can put sunscreen on his back, he kinda just expected that you would and you would've expected the same for him if you were in Steve's position right now.

You straddle Steve's hips and sit on his butt. You apply sunscreen on your hand and rub them together to get the cream warm since you knew that Steve flinches and complains when you don't make any type of lotion warm before putting it onto his back. As you put pressure onto Steve's back, he starts to groan. You make sure that the sunscreen is all over his back but you didn't get off him but instead you continued massaging him. Steve deserved a massage due to always being booked and busy with work or the bills or even the kids, so you're hoping that your massage helps him feel relaxed while at the beach.

You finish massaging him after a while and once you get up from sitting on his lower back half, he slowly rises up with a face that looks like he just woke up from the best nap. “Jesus I really needed that thank you” Steve says now fully sitting up and stretching his arms, “you were looking stiff anyways so I couldn't help but loosen you up” you reply back with a teasing smile “oh God what did I just walk into?!” Eddie walks towards you and Steve with Robin following behind him, “you perv we weren't trying to sound like that” Steve gives Eddie a disgusted face for having his head in the gutter. “Yea sure hey um we're kinda hungry” Robin moves next to Eddie while swinging her arms forward and backwards, “you guys are old enough to make your own sandwich” you tell both Robin and Eddie while gesturing towards the bag and cooler filled with enough supplies to make a sandwich, “oh but I bet if we were any of your scrawny kids then you would've made us a sandwich” eddie replies back to you while pointing towards the kids and moving his head in a sassy way, you look to where eddie was pointing and see all the kids walk out of the water and head towards y'all.

“Oh look what you did now, you summoned them” Steve shakes his head as he watches the group of soaked kids walk to y'all, “I guess I'm making sandwiches” you sigh before getting up and setting everything that you needed up onto a table (that Eddie brought). “Y/n we're hungry”. “Can we eat the sandwiches now?”. “Y/n can you make me a sandwich!?”. “Oh can you make me one too please!?” The kids were now bugging you like you were their mom's and you're already used to their constant complaining and bickering so you did what every ‘mom’ would do, “alright everyone line up no cutting- HEY Eddie, I said no cutting get to the back!” You kept clapping your hands together to have the kids move faster while forming a line. As every kid came up with a towel wrapped around themselves while standing in a single file line, Steve was getting their drinks and chips ready for them to take and sit down. “Can I have mine with no mayonnaise please”. “Yea I know, no mayonnaise and no pickles” you say as you just add ham and cheese to Will's sandwich, “i want mine with no cheese and no mustard?”. “That's how you ask?”. “Oh can I please have no cheese and no mustard” you already had the sandwich set up and you give it to Mike but not after mocking his cranky face as he walks off. Everyone (including you and Steve) were now sitting down and eating y'all's sandwich with chips. “Ooo you know what sounds good right now?” Robin turns towards you, “what?”. “Watermelon” Robin says with an excited tone and smile, “I think we have one in the car, do we have one in the back of the car babe?” You then turn towards Steve who was eating his sandwich and zoning out, “huh?”. “Don't we have the watermelon in the back of the car?” You tell Steve twice knowing that he isn't the quickest thinker, “oh uh….I don't know, you want me to check?” Steve starts getting ready to walk to the car, “no no sit down, Hey Dustin”. “Yea?” Dustin responds to you calling his name (since he was the first one done eating), “can you do me a favor and check if we have watermelon in the back of the car please” you say with a cheeky smile, it was a smile that looked so nice and innocent and hard to say no to.

“....fine” Dustin lets out a sigh before throwing away his bag of chips and heading towards the car. Everyone goes back to their conversation while finishing up their sandwiches, “isn't your birthday coming up?” Max asks you, “oh yea next month” you say while nodding your head, “oh my God we should totally have a girl's night” El tells you and you just widen your eyes at her idea. You didn't have any sisters and you never had a girl's night so the idea excites you mostly when you're going to spend it with people who you dearly love. “I never had one, what would we do?” You say now fully engaged into the idea of a girl's night, “wait you never had one!?” Robin's face was fully shocked, “no why is that bad?” You say with curiosity, “oh no no that's not bad it's just that I thought you had one before, I mean what about all the girls you hung out with in highschool? You never had one with them?” Robin questions you due to the shock of you never having a day out with only girls, “no not really, I mean we would all hang out but they're boyfriends would be around so does that count?” You question the girls again. “no that's called a hang out, we're talking about a girl's night with no one else but us girls.” Max clarifies for you, “yea that means not talking about boys, no calling boys, and definitely no boys being invited” Robin says while eyeing Steve who was listening and watching y'all's conversation, “but I'm acceptable right?” No one answered Steve's question, not even you. “If you go then you're gonna hog y/n away and it'll just be me, max, and Robin” El was the only one that answered Steve's question, “I won't-” Steve couldn't even finish his sentence without being cut off and shut down from the girls, “yea you will”. “You most definitely will”. “Yes you would” with the girls ‘attacking’ Steve he looks at you waiting for you to defend him, “....anyways, do y'all go out or do y'all just go to someone's house?” You decided that it's best not to actually reply to Steve's question but instead go back to the previous conversation. Steve's face was filled with disbelief so he chose to listen and join in on someone else's conversation. “And that when the master comes in and proves to all the other peasants who the real king is but just before he can put his foot down he-....” Eddie stops his conversation with Lucas and Mike to turn his head towards Steve, “can I help…you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, “oh me? No I'm just listening” Steve says as he moves his hand around to show Eddie that he can continue, “you wouldn't like it, let alone understand it” Eddie tells Steve and he takes it as a sign to just not join into their conversation anymore.

Steve sat in-between the 2 groups of people and he zoned out while staring at the ocean, his trance was soon broken when he felt someone's presence sit down next to him. He turns his head expecting to see you looking at him with a warm smile but instead it was Will, the least person that he talks to. Even though Steve didn't talk to Will that much, it didn't mean that he was uncomfortable around him, it was just that he wasn't sure what they had in common. “Hey…” Will says to Steve, “hey” Steve nods his head towards Will as a gesture of saying ‘whats up’. Will tries to hand Steve a small bag of chips but he kindly declines, “no thanks man, I ate too much junk today” Steve says before turning his head towards the ocean again, “what junk? I just saw you eat a sandwich with chips and a can of coke, that's nothing” Will scoffs at Steve, “yea well I gotta keep in shape for my lady” Steve repondes back to Will while turning his view from the ocean to you laughing with El and max covering robins mouth as if Robin was gonna say something she wasn't supposed to say. “you do know that she doesn't care if you lose weight or gain weight, she'll still go home with you” Will tells Steve as he opens and starts eating the bag of chips, “yea...that's why- i don't know, sometimes I feel like she's too good for me” Steve says as he still stares at you laughing with the girls, “you know what's crazy, she told me the exact same thing” Will looks at Steve with faint smile and Steve then finally looks at Will, “she said that? She told you that?” Steve knows that you have a strong bond with all the kids so he wasn't sure why he was surprised that you would tell Will something like that.

“Oh yeah, she talks about you a lot when you're not around and it gets annoying sometimes but it's also pretty cute” Will responds in a calm tone while Steve had a face full of shock, “what else does she tell you?” Steve now being more curious leans in closer to Will, “um… I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you” Will leans back a little thinking that he said a little too much than needed, “come on man I drove you here and besides it isn't anything bad, right?” Steve became more and more curious with Will not telling him what you talk about behind his back, “umm….I think she said something about not wanting 6 kids” Will says to Steve with a sour face as he watches Steve's eyes sadden, “oh…”

“Instead she only wants 3” With Will's response this causes Steve's eyes to lighten up with joy, “really?! What else?” Steve asks Will for clarification that he heard things right, “yea and she also said she wants to get married at-” Will didn't finish his sentence due to Dustin walking towards everyone while complaining and empty handed.

“I'm not doing it next time, Jesus that's a long walk. What the hell” Dustin lets out a huff of breath before sitting back down onto the sand. With everyone's attention towards Dustin, Steve grabs Will's attention back towards him to have him finish his sentence, “when does she want to get married!?” Steve is making direct eye contact with Will in hopes that he can answer Steve's question that he's been waiting for since 2 years. “Um… she said when she's-”. “Alright everyone I'm ready to go, it's starting to look a little cloudy!” you scream out to everyone so they can start packing their stuff up and heading back to the car. Will was quick to get up and away from Steve due to the pressure that he got from wanting to answer a basic question that was so important to Steve. This led to Steve sitting there in disbelief and a little bit of frustration, “babe come on help me with the bags please” you call Steve over to you, “yea Steve actually do something” max laughed at Lucas's statement since steve was in fact the only one not doing anything but Steve didn't find anything funny so he threw them both a glare which causes them both to laugh even harder. “Hey cut it out guys but seriously babe, help me out” you tell the kids and Steve while you grunt out of struggle of trying to hold all the bags in one, this causes Steve to move and help you.

With the help from everyone, things got put away quicker than expected, “wipe your feet'' Steve tells Dustin before he even steps a foot in the car, but Dustin being annoyed that he had to walk back and forth to the car, he decided to wipe his feet in the car while making eye contact to Steve. “On the outside not the inside!” Steve screams at Dustin before shoving his head in the car since he's already tired and worn out. Steve pulls out of the beach area and starts heading home, of course the kids (including Robin and Eddie) are going to freshen and clean themselves up at yours and Steve's house and if Steve's feeling chill then he'll even let them spend a night.

Everyone wasn't talking as loud as they were before, Mike and El are falling asleep on each other, Robin and Eddie are looking and daydreaming out the window, Max and Lucas are talking to each other, and Will and Dustin are jamming out to the music that was playing on the radio. With no one talking and everyone being in their own world Steve thought it would be the perfect time to bring up his unanswered question. “Um…you know a little birdie told me that you plan on having 3 kids, is that true?” Steve looks from the road to you back and forth just so he can see your reaction, “is that so? What else did this little birdie tell you?” You look at Steve while raising your eyebrows at him in a mocking way. Steve is a very curious person, he feels the need to know something even if it does change or affect him in any way and you've grown to get used to it mostly since in highschool he would constantly want to know who you would go on dates with. “Well the little birdie WAS going to tell me when you want to get married and I'm just curious cause you know I get like that…when do you actually want to get married?” Steve emphasizes the word ‘was’ and he looks at you now even more anxious to hear any sort of answer to his desperate question, “you really wanna know?” You still look at Steve while loving the way he looks back and forth from the road to you while also nodding his head frantically, it just shows that he really really REALLY wants to know. “Well I want to get married when I'm….” You look at Steve and before you can answer his question someone screams from the top of their lungs from the back of the car.

“I LEFT MY SANDALS!”

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[rogueddie]

Steve insisted on staying in Eddies hospital room. He'd only left to use the hospital showers, changing into some of the hospital scrubs that a nurse offered him. He refused to leave, even though it was more difficult to sew his sides back together. The nurse had made sure to scold him every time he so much as hissed at the pain.

He hadn't wanted Eddie to be alone.

That was his excuse anyway. It was more that he was terrified the police would try to arrest him, despite the feds or whoever doing everything they can to clear his name. They'd put together a water tight lie, a near perfect alibi.

Steve didn't trust any of them. And after seeing Eddie, eyes glassy, not breathing… after performing CPR for so long, so hard, that he'd broken ribs… Steve couldn't stand the idea of someone coming in and taking him away when no one is there to stop them.

Eddie doesn't wake up for a week. Dustin hadn't been sure how long it had taken for Steve to get to them, or how long it took for the CPR to resuscitate him. The doctors had made sure they all understood that Eddie might still have some brain damage. They had no way of telling with him still unconscious.

Steve is stretching, just woken up to the now familiar ache in his sides that are surely signs of his bites healing wrong, when he looks over to Eddie and sees his eyes open.

"Eddie?" Steve blinks. Then, it hits him. "Eddie! You're awake! Are you ok? What do you remember?"

"Steve?" Eddie's voice is more of a croak.

Steve quickly grabs the cup of water on the side with a straw in that he'd set up just in case. He holds it up, gently pushing Eddies arms down when he tries to reach for it himself. "Don't, let me, you'll pull your stitches."

"What happened?" Eddie asks, once he's drank the whole thing.

"Too much to explain right now, but... when we got back to you and and Dustin, you- you were..." Steve clears his throat, grips the bars on the side of Eddies hospital bed. "Sorry, by the way. I kinda broke your ribs while doing the whole CPR thing."

"Oh. So I did die?"

"Technically. But that's something you'll have to talk to Dustin about. Kids really torn up."

Eddie winces, has the decency to look ashamed. "Sorry. I didn't think it would... doesn't matter now. Uh, how's Max?"

"Complicated. But she's alive, just about."

"So it worked?"

Steve hesitated, hated that Eddie looked so hopeful. But he'd find out sooner or later.

"No. He's still alive, somewhere. The gates are open, a lot of houses and shit around town are destroyed... we don't know how she came back, but Max did die. She's still in a coma. They don't think she'll wake up." His voice cracks, throat tight at the memory of Max in her hospital bed, covered in casts.

"Oh, Steve," Eddie whispers. Horrifyingly, he doesn't look scared- he looks sympathetic. He shifts, best he can, patting his bed. "Sit down, man. How long have you been here?"

"Uh, right," Steve mutters, awkwardly perching on the little space. "I haven't really... left."

"Ok... so, how long have we been here?"

"A week."

Steves glances over when Eddie pulls his hand up, so he can comfortably hold it between both of his own. He eyes Steve, looking a little confused, like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you stay? I'd understand a few days, but... a week?"

Steve looks down to their hands. Eddies hands look wrong without their rings. "I wanted to."

"Why?" Eddie waits a long moment, but Steves throat feels too tight to answer. Eddie huffs, looks a little amused. "Alright, Harrington. Not today. But I expect an answer one day. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Great. I'm going back to sleep." Eddie doesn't let go of his hand though- actually pulls him back when he tried to pull away. "Ah, not so fast. I don't see any beds in here. You look as tired as I feel. Lay down."

"But your stitches-"

"Will be fine. Come on."

Steve glances towards the door, nurses bustling past their room. But, when he looks back to Eddie, he's giving Steve wide, sad, puppy-dog eyes. And Steve only has so much willpower.

He moves slowly, carefully, curling so he isn't pressing up to Eddies lower torso and the worst of his wounds. He rests his cheek on his shoulder, surprised that it isn't as uncomfortable as he thought it'd be.

When he glances up, Eddie is grinning at him, wide and smug.

[anurst]

What He Likes

Summary: Natasha makes an observation about the girls that Jake hits on, and you jump to conclusions about his type. Let's just say you make the irrational decision to cut your hair after.

A/N: sorry this isn't a Girl Bradshaw update :( ik a lot of people have been waiting for an update. I've been lowkey spiraling but I'm feeling better now! college has been stressing me tf out but I'm starting to take better care of myself! if you haven't noticed there's a tip option now so if you want maybe tip? i don't wanna pressure anyone at all!! i figured that maybe I could get paid while writing since it's something that I love to do ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ anyway enjoy! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while

Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x (fem) reader

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, language, inaccurate military cause I said so, reader is described with long hair

"Have you ever noticed how Hangman only goes after girls with short hair?" Natasha says beside you, and you stop mid-sip. Your eyes shift from Bradley and Bob's pool game towards Jake and a short-haired brunette.

They're both standing near the bar, and the woman gives Jake a bright smile as she laughs at something he says. The moment her hand brushes against his arm, jealousy fills you. It wasn't a secret between you and Natasha that you had a crush on Jake. Being the only woman in the dagger squad meant that the two of you spent a lot of time together.

"Nope," you respond to her, and a finger wraps itself in a strand of your hair. It's an understatement to say you have long hair. After seeing Rapunzel as a little girl, you committed to having long hair like her. It's been your pride and joy since you were young, the reason many girls have showered you in compliments about how long and luscious it is. But now, looking at Jake and the short-haired girl heading towards the door of the Hard Deck, you curse your decision to keep your hair so long.

"Hey, Princess!" Mickey calls out, and you turn to look at him. "You up for some pool?" You force a smile and stand from your seat beside Natasha.

"Only if you're up for losing again."

'Oh God, this was a terrible idea,' you think as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your fingers run through your shoulder-length hair, and you groan. The memories from last night are a little hazy as you try to think about how you ended up in this situation.

After having one too many drinks, Bradley gave you a ride home, and you ended up in your bathroom with a pair of scissors. Natasha's words from hours earlier seemed to echo in your head as you frowned. "If Jake likes girls with short hair, I can be a girl with short hair," you mumbled as you cut inches of your hair off. Hair strands fell to the ground as you measured the ends with your fingers. Looking into the mirror, you smiled at your new hair, and a yawn slipped out of your lips as you looked down at your phone resting on the sink. "I really gotta sleep."

'This is so so so so so very bad' You squint at the uneven portions of your hair and grimace as you try to fix them. The sound of your phone ringing draws your attention away from your hair. Running out the bathroom and into your room, you answer the phone to hear Natasha's voice.

"Hey! I'm outside! Oh, and I got you an iced coffee and bagel for breakfast."

"Nat..."

"Yeah?"

"I really need your help right now..."

"What'd you do now?"

"Holy shit," Bradley gawks at you, and you groan as you cover your face with your hands. Natasha glares from beside you before she hits Bradley in the stomach. The brunette groans as he doubles over slightly before forcing a smile onto his face. "It's not that bad," he tries to reassure you.

Momentarily, you look up at him. With one glimpse of his, you already know he's lying, and you try to muffle a cry. "Idiot!" Natasha seethes as she rubs your back. Bradley raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Sorry!"

"(y/n), it's really not that bad."

"Yeah! It's just, uh, different. You still look beautiful," Bradley says as he smiles at you. Your eyes shift between his face and Natasha's before you give them a weak nod.

"We should get going," you say with a deep breath as you puff your chest out in fake confidence. Fake it until you make it, you know? You'd try to act confident with your new hair, even if you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and hide. Natasha and Bradley let you lead the way towards the classroom.

Eyes are all you feel as you walk into the classroom and sit beside Javy. You try to shy away from his gaze by placing your chin into your palm, but eventually, you turn to him with your eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Your hair..."

"I wanted to try something new," you mumble before burying your head into your arms. Maybe you should have called in sick. That'd be better than feeling like everyone's staring at you.

"Princess?" Jake's voice calls from behind you, and your head whips up and around to look at Jake. His usual cocky look is replaced with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. "You...your hair...you..."

You can't help but giggle at his words, "Yeah, I cut it last night when I was a little drunk. Kinda a bad decision," you say, your hand nervously tucking a strand behind your ear. Jake doesn't reply, his jaw still dropped and staring straight at you. Self-conscious, you huff. "If you don't like it, then just say it. I can take it."

"No! I just- uh- well-"

"Okay, let's get started," Pete says as he walks in. "Hangman, quit your drooling and sit down. You can stare at Princess some other time."

"You know, I like you more with the short hair!" Mickey says while handing you a beer. You snort and toast your beers before cheering on Bradley and Bob as they take on Javy and Reuben in pool.

A cough from behind you makes you turn around. Jake is standing there, his cheeks flushed red, and embarrassment is clear on his face. "I wanted to say that I like it— your hair."

Nodding, you lick your lips. "Sorry if I was a little mean in the morning. I just was trying to get used to it."

Jake chuckles and dismisses your apologies. "It definitely will take some time to get used to."

"I thought you'd be thrilled about it."

"Huh?" Confusion spreads all over Jake's face. Seeing him confused, you all raise a brow.

"I mean, you like girls with short hair, right? I figured you'd like my new hair, too."

"Who told you that?"

As you remember the conversation between you and Natasha, your cheeks flush. "Well, no one told me that. I just, like, kinda assumed."

"Assumed?"

"Yeah, I mean, all the girls you take home all have short hair, so I just thought you were into those kinda girls, ya know?"

"So, you've been watching me?" Jake grins, and you realize what your words have implied.

"What?! No! I just—" You're cut off when Jake starts laughing. Groaning, you put your beer down and cover your face. Jake's laughter slowly dies as he reaches for your hands to pull them away from your face.

"For the record, darlin'. I'm into you."

"Huh?"

Jake chuckles before smiling, "I'm not into girls with short hair. I'm into you," his face then looks a little embarrassed, "I thought you were so out of my league that I went after girls that didn't look like you. 'Sides, I never really took any of them back to my place."

A smile starts to grow on your face as you giggle. "You're into me? No jokes?"

"No jokes, darlin'." Without another second passing, you rush forward and press your lips to Jake's, his eagerly molding with yours. Fireworks go off in your belly as Jake's fingers brush against your short strands of hair. You both pull away, and Jake frowns.

"Can you grow your hair back out? You're always beautiful, but the Rapunzel hair was just so you."

[lilpotatjj]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Bella Ramsey one shot? I was thinking smut, with inexperienced reader x experienced Bella. I’m thinking either reader has had a crush on Bella foreverrr and asking Bella to take their virginity.

Or if you’re open to this idea,, corruption kink? Bella X innocent reader. In which Bella helps the reader out (ifykwim) because “best friends do this all the time” 🫣

A/N: Thank u so much anon for this beautiful idea of yours. I loved it to write. I'm sure I lost my innocents a second time after writing this😳 I hope it's close to what you wanted. Never wrote a corruption kink story.

Wordcount: 1,8k

Warning: SMUT, slightly dominant Bella and inexperienced AND innocent Fem!Reader, corruption kink! (I tried), fingering, pet names, language

Uses of She/Her

♡my desire for you♡ (18+)!

When does this pain end? a day? one week? a whole year?

You thought, but you still live with the thought of never being able to show Bella how much you are in love with her.

Too afraid of ruining everything you have. Besides, Bella doesn't seem to be looking for anything steady, more like just something fun.

You don't have any desire for anyone else. You always endure the pain when Bella has spent time with someone else and let off steam. A knock on your door. "ready to beat the shit out of some assholes?"

Bella holds the game The Last Of Us in her hand and waves it in front of your nose. You two are what you might call inseparable friends.

"Come in" you take the game from her and prepare it to play. "I'm going to take a shower, I had training" she winks playfully and disappears into the bathroom. "training....yes, sure..." you mutters to yourself.

She comes out of the bathroom barely covered with a towel. Great, always provoke me....it's not like I find you hot...you thought ironically.

"Bella grabs her clothes while you gaze at her intently. You both are generally very open about all the things in your lives.

Bella notices your look and smirks. "What? Nothing you've never seen before". Bella continues to change and your face flushes red. She sits down with you and looks in your eyes. "you look like you want to jump me" She quips and you quickly grab your controller.

Now Bella looks at you rather suspiciously. "You haven't let off steam in a while, have you?" Bella just smirks and you make an embarrassed face. "like....how....without a girlfriend...."

Bella's laugh disappears as quickly as it came and now looks at you seriously. "wait....you've never had one if you've been honest with me over the years" You look at her with puppy dog eyes. "but!......then, you...never had sex? with anyone?"

"caught, yes never" You start the game as if you just wished someone health after sneezing.

"No way!" She looks at you in complete surprise. "wow....how can you stand it?" Bella takes your controller and looks at you.

You can't look her in the face because it screams for Bella to finally touch you. "Y/N....." she carefully grabs your face and looks deep into your eyes. "tell me why...." It slowly dawns on Bella but you remain silent, which only confirms Bella's suspicions.

"The one I love is unattainable...." you whisper, she still has her hands on your face

"but she is always with you..." Bella finishes my sentence and a slight blush comes over her cheeks.

"You won't believe how much I've always wanted you to touch me like this" Bella's breath quickens and you come closer until finally your lips find each other. You kiss tenderly, as if you were just trying it out, but the kiss quickly turns into a fight for dominance, which Bella has under control.

Again and again a soft sigh comes out from both of you and Bella pushes you backwards, holds both of your arms and pins you to the floor. "stop ... you make me horny". Is all you bring shakily out.

The adrenaline is already boiling over. "What if I don't want to stop?" She starts kissing your neck and licking it tenderly again and again, only to hit your sensitive spot, which almost makes you lose your mind.

You can't help but moan softly. "You taste too good....this makes me really hungry" Bella licks her lips. "You look totally exhausted, and we haven't even done anything "totally embarrassed, you avoid her greedy gaze.

"And if I want more?" you look at her longingly, completely overwhelmed by all your feelings.

"you don't know what you're asking me....." She comes so close that the tips of your noses touch. "are you sure...?" She continues to kiss you lovingly on the neck and chin.

You just nod silently and try to ignore your heart, which is beating far too fast.

"I want to hear you....." her gaze totally insistent.

"yes...I want..." You struggle to speak through her tender kissing.

"What do you want!?" she couldn't look more intimidating.

"I want you to be the one....who...take my innocence" That sentence from you was like music to her ears. She lets go of you and can't help but smile cheekily and looks at your bed. "up there then I'll show you the true joy in life" You get up, completely excited and shy and sit down on the bed.

"So you want your best friend to give you a little help...." You sit on the edge of the bed, almost helpless as Bella sits on your lap and just kisses you, more demanding, claws at your hair and holds you firmly under control that you cannot escape.

You let yourself be carried away and sometimes a moan escapes between the kisses. The air is becoming more and more tense and the kissing almost turns into a bite. You feel the pure heat and lust throughout your body.

She starts undressing you, wants to challenge you and still show you how it works. "jeezzz...Bella...that feels so exciting"

Bella pushes you onto the bed. "take off your jeans" You obey almost like a little puppy and you are rid of your jeans.

Her gaze falls on your completely soaked panties. "So wet only for me...I don't know how you could stand it all these years...."

You look at her completely submissively. "It was pure agony..." Tears are slowly running down your temples.

"your so sweet baby" totally flashed by the sight of you, she gently kisses down your cheeks to the side and licks away a tear.

"take off your panties" you stroke the inside of her thighs and stop right in front of her midsection.

The thought of being completely exposed makes your heart almost explode, the reason you hesitate. "It's ok but we can't continue if you don't undress." Bella gives you a warm smile and you pull off your underwear which lands on the floor regardless. Too uncomfortable to be so innocent you put an arm over your eyes and bite your bottom lip.

"stop hiding...you're so fucking beautiful" Bella examines every corner of your body and takes your arm away from your face just to kiss you, while you're still a little tense.

"I want to kiss you everywhere!" Bella is getting more excited.

"go ahead...please.." you speak in a shaky voice. She doesn't need to be told twice and starts kissing your neck, slowly and greedily working her way down to your chest. You sigh under her kisses, look down at her as she tenderly plays her tongue around one of your nipples. One of her hands wanders to the other breast and plays with it curiously.

You start to relax and close your eyes slightly. "May I go further down?" Bella looks at you impatiently and her British accent almost drives you insane.

"please...yes go ahead" Bella grabs one of your legs over her shoulder, clasp it and with the other hand pushes your other leg slightly to the side to get as close as possible to the Garden of Eden" all that tingling makes you loosen up and you are slowly getting more and more impatient yourself.

Without thinking twice, she starts with soft kisses right on your clit, moves a little further down to lick your folds. "You taste so good" She tries to play with her tongue on your opening a little further, testing you and you can't help but groan louder one after another. "I'm going to try and stick a finger in there....gently. you're so wet...damn" You get really nervous but try to keep your composure.

"it's ok..." you look at her in a daze. "You're sure I should do that? I won't ask again!" You just nod again. "I fucking want to hear the words!"

"please...I want to feel you....I want you to fuck me so bad" You're already begging her.

"That's a good girl...." She grins proudly and starts kissing your clit again, this time she gently inserts a finger, just a little, which makes you moan.

You're so wet that you can hardly resist, but Bella doesn't get very far. A bigger resistance stops her and she looks up at you without raising her head.

"Ready....? might hurt a bit but I'll take it slow.

"please..just start....want to feel you so bad....." you beg her impatiently. Bella gently pushes against the resistance causing you to narrow your eyes slightly in pain.

"come on...just a little bit further....do it for me darling..." with a little jerk her finger dives much deeper into you, the reason that you moan clearly. Bella doesn't move her finger for now so you can get used to the feeling.

"I want more...please Bella..." You look at her helplessly and Bella smirks contentedly. "someone tasted blood huh...?" She moves her finger very carefully and literally explores every corner of you which makes you groan and close your eyes. The feeling of what makes you a moaning mess becomes more and more beautiful and intens. Slight tingling causes Bella to insert a second finger and only brings you even more into ecstasy.

"feels...too good...more...I want so much..more" Bella kisses your neck while moving her fingers faster and further inside you.

"I want everything from you...your innocence is not enough for me! Cum for me!" Her fingers move more and more roughly which almost completely shoots you over the edge.

"your wet pussy is so tight, feels good darling hm?" You can't answer anymore and an overwhelming tingling comes over you from your midsection all the way to your fingertips, like lightning hitting you and you moaning completely out of control.

You arch your back and claw your way into the blanket with all your might. A few more movements so that you calm down a bit and finally Bella pulls her fingers out of you to lick them off afterwards.

"too delicious..." Bella smiles contentedly." your such a naughty and brave girl...all for me"

"that was amazing...you are amazing!" You are completely exhausted.

"You know that we do this more often now......?" You stare at her, dumbfounded.

"As friends?"

"No...you're mine now. And no one else is allowed to touch you!" You just swallow with the thought that Bella always has other girls. "but....you're always with other-"

"won't happen, I promise. I didn't notice you and it the whole time. I won't let you go!" You snuggle up under the covers and cuddle up together. "bella...your hand...what..." You stare at her and she smiles her freakin' cute smile.

"round 2........?"

Uuuugh....that was just uuuugh. Thx for reading. If u want more look at my masterlist or send me requests♡

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.104 Concerns

I woke up thinking about how bummed Sophia was about not being able to go to the beach in Tartosa. I mean, I was too, but it seemed to hit her especially hard. No one else I knew loved the water more than her—not even Yasmine, who declared herself a "water baby." I got a brilliant idea in the shower that was sure to make Sophia happy and presented it to her at breakfast.

"Let's go to the lake in San Sequoia. We can invite my dad and Alessia and make a family day of it."

Her eyes were as bright as Winterfest lights, and I gave myself a pat on the back.

"Yeeees, that's a great idea! Wait, your sister is still here?"

"Yeah. Apparently she's not going back. She wasn't as happy over there as she thought she'd be." I snorted at a new thought. "Plus, she probably met some loser here."

"Luca!"

"What? She's not exactly in the market for quality men right now."

"Still. You haven't met him yet and already labeled him a loser. It isn't nice."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Stop!"

I chuckled and reached for the phone to inform Dad about my plan, but he advised against it. A thunderstorm plagued the area, so once again, the weather dashed our beach plans. But Dad countered and suggested a family movie day instead, so we all braved the storm and headed to Anchorpoint Wharf.

I thought the movie was funny, but Sophia said it bored her, which surprised me, seeing as she was the token goofball of the two of us.

After the movie, we hung out at Dad's house for a bit. Alessia caught us up in her life, and just as I suspected, she had met someone; I knew her so well. Apparently, they met at our party. They were at the bar and noticed they were both doing the exact same thing. She had this weird ritual she did in restaurants where she wiped down glasses, utensils, plates, and whatever her mouth or food touched. He was doing it too, and they locked eyes. The way she talked about this dude was different. Usually, she didn't care to get to know the poor fellas on this roster, and we never got any details about them. But her tone was so giddy it intrigued me. Could he be the one to break down her wall? I knew my dad hoped so. He really wanted to walk her down the aisle.

I realized we hadn't heard from Sophia in a while, so I turned around to check on her. She had droopy eyes and a frown, and everything inside me wanted to panic. But she wouldn't want me to do that in front of them. When I found an appropriate place to make our exit, I took it and ushered her and the dogs back home. Once we made it inside, we settled in the office to talk. It seemed like all our important talks occurred in there recently.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you feeling alright? What can I do??"

She shifted in her seat and looked everywhere except in my eyes, alarming me even more.

"I, umm... I'm concerned."

"About Alessia?"

"About getting pregnant."

My throat tightened, and I swallowed a few times to keep it open.

"Oh..."

Her confession lingered in the air like steam after a shower, and I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"I've taken a pregnancy test every day since the engagement," she said, still not making eye contact with me. "I know these things take time, but... It should have happened by now! My birthday is way too close, Luca. I'm running out of time."

I was in such a weird spot. I wanted to hold her and tell her to keep the faith, but this was bad news for me, too. She wasn't the only one looking forward to bringing a baby into the world. But it was her body going through that, not mine. And as much as it hurt to hear that, I still had a level of detachment she didn't have.

"Is there something we can do?" I asked. "I mean...is there...a test or something for that?"

Finally, she looked at me as if awakening from a trance.

"Yeah, actually. There is." She shook away those sad feelings and sprang into action. "I'll make an appointment right now. I guess I've been too flustered to think straight. I could have done this days ago."

She called her doctor and scheduled an appointment for the next afternoon. When she hung up, I finally embraced her like I wanted to and told her everything would be okay. I didn't know how true that was, but I had to believe it for the both of us.

[baronessblixen]

Whatever The Future May Bring

Combining prompts again: 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge prompt: snowed in with only a fireplace and Eight Nights of Mulder Day 2 is: heritage

Summary: Mulder's doubts hit him at the worst moment imaginable. Luckily, Scully knows exactly what to say. (IVF arc, angst; wc: 849)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

Fire crackling in the fireplace, engulfing them in a cozy heat. He stands there freshly showered and watches Scully warming her hands in front of the fireplace while the snow that brought them here rages outside.

Her hair curls against her cotton-candy pink cheeks and the soft smile she's wearing melts him. As if knowing he's watching her, she turns around, reaching out for him. They don't utter a single word, their eyes doing the talking. She's wearing a satin pajama, one he's seen plenty of times, but this time, she's left an extra button undone, tempting him.

"Help me get warm?" Scully asks, her voice silken. Speech still evades him, but he nods, his fingers working on the remaining buttons on her top. Excitement shoots through him with the anticipation of what is going to happen.

Finally.

And soon.

While his hands are on their journey, Scully's hand starts wandering, too, and finds its way into his underwear.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" she asks, her voice still gentle. He tries. He really tries, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on this moment, on his dream come true.

"This isn't working." It's Scully's voice and it's not. Mulder sighs, and opens his eyes, staring at the egg-white wall before him. Gone are the cabin, the fireplace, and worst of all, Scully. His fantasy a mere bubble that has burst.

His own hand lets go of his soft penis, the sense of failure pricking his mind. He told Scully that he's a pro at this part and as it turns out, he's not. Giving himself a moment, he sits down in the plastic chair and flips through the provided magazines. His mind, however, is elsewhere.

What is a father? And what will he be, if this works?

He and Scully haven't talked about it yet, both too scared to mention it. Neither of them dares to bring it up, fearing it will cause an avalanche of questions with consequences for their relationship. It's easier to push it aside, and up until now, he's managed. Now, in this room, where it counts, he can't stop thinking about it. About who he'll be in the child's life. About what shadows of his heritage will fall over this new life.

Once, years ago, Scully asked him about his family, his genetic makeup. Back then, he didn't know what he knows now. Can he still do this?

His timing - and location - suck, but he needs to talk to Scully. And he needs to do it now. She picks up after a few rings, seemingly happy to hear from him.

"Are you, um, finished with your... donation?" she asks and he wonders if she's blushing on the other end of the line.

"Not quite," he admits with a sigh. "I'm not- I'm lacking inspiration."

"And you called me to help you?" She doesn't sound as shocked as he would have expected, and for the first time in a while, his penis throbs, giving a sign of life.

"Not quite that either."

"You're not making sense, Mulder. Is there a problem?"

"There is. I- I started thinking about the implications of what we're doing."

"You've changed your mind." He thinks he can hear her heart break through the phone.

"No," he stresses. "I want to do this. That's not it. But what if... Scully, you know who my father is. I'm scared I'm not your best choice after all."

"I know who you are, Mulder. That is the only thing that matters to me. You're nothing like him. Nothing at all. Our child won't be either."

"Our child," he murmurs, closing his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. An idea with wings, ready to fly.

"It doesn't have to be," Scully says, falling over her words. "You don't have to be anything you don't want to be."

"I want to be," he admits. A father. A parent to this child that's half him, half Scully. He thinks of his own father - the man he grew up calling dad - and how he's shaped his life, and who he is. There are shadows in his biology that he may never shed light on. Maybe, he thinks, they don't matter much anyway. He trusts in what Scully sees in him.

"Thank you, Scully. I knew calling you would help."

"I should thank you. For doing this. Do you- do you need help with anything else?" He grins, wonders what she'd do if he said yes. But he has a date for this already. His fantasy Scully is still waiting by the fireplace.

"I'm good. I'll call you later, if that's okay. We could grab something to eat?"

"I'm sure you'll be hungry," she teases and Mulder knows he'll have no problem doing his duty now.

"See you soon, Scully," he says and hangs up before she can say anything else. His eyes fall closed as his hand closes over his manhood. He's back there at the cabin, with the snow and the fireplace, and there's Scully smiling at him, still waiting for him. And this time he's ready.

[mufflerly-juu]

An Alien Stage Ramble/Analysis, in light of Round 6 Happening (and my alnst friend not being awake yet):

Beware for spoilers!

Even though I'm pretty sure that MiziSua are my favorite pairing overall, I can't deny that Ivan and Till caught my eye quite effectively. I haven't had much contact with the fandom, so I can't really speak in detail about how the intricacies of their relationship are portrayed in fanon, but from what I've seen... I think there's a key element that people miss. Round 6 depicted this very brutally and I can't stop thinking about it, so I will now go into detail about my perception of IvanTill in ALNST canon. It's relevant to me because I took psychic damage!

Putting it very simply, IvanTill are a mirror of MiziSua. They're a onesided MiziSua, and the unrequited love between them is the core of the relationship. While Mizi and Sua's theme is loving and losing (and making that loss into fuel), Ivan and Till's is the tragedy of having eyes for someone else. Ivan may have been the one to hold the heavier share of unspoken feelings, as acutely aware of his impossible desires as he was, and he may have also been the dead one in the end; but Till is the victim of this tragedy. Till is the most hopeless character in Alien Stage, as it currently stands, and I find that quite interesting.

I've been fascinated by Ivan ever since Black Sorrow dropped, in no small part because I'm a sucker for utterly hopeless, unrequited love. Ivan's character complements this quite nicely: since he was a child, the idea of something bigger than him was what made him feel alive, as shown by how mesmerized he was by the meteor shower over him, at the very first flashback in the Black Sorrow MV. Till's always been rebellious and aggressive, larger than life in many ways, so it's no wonder Ivan loved him so much. Even when Till rejected the bold idea of leaving with him, Ivan still loved him. Even when Till willingly cages himself and makes both of their fates worse, Ivan still loves him and wants to stick by him. In my opinion, this consistency proves that Ivan's been resigned to dying in Alien Stage since that night Till went back. He knows that the boy who gave him a reason to live won't leave, so he won't leave, either. He knows his love is not reciprocated, but it keeps him alive, so he keeps going. To be hit by Till and to hit Till is all he can realistically hope for from him, so he provokes Till. Down to the very end, he didn't even care about finishing the song or increasing his chances of survival. He knew time was up, and so, he fulfilled his one and only wish. He could never hold Till, so he grabbed him by the neck until his very last breath. He kissed the boy who never loved him back, but it didn't matter that he never loved him. All that mattered was that single moment, the single moment he had to make Till see his love. In the end, Till still tried to push him away, but he couldn't have cared less. He died satisfied. That was the best way his life could have ended in such a cruel world.

And Till... was left standing in the rain, shellshocked. Ivan's blood was spilling out next to his shoes. From his reaction, it seemed like he didn't see it coming at all. He didn't know about Ivan's true feelings. He had a few lingering moments of his hands around his neck to show for them, but it was enough to leave him stunned in front of Ivan's corpse. If not for the sudden revelation, then for the loss of those same feelings. There is no love strong enough to survive Alien Stage's cruelty.

After that, though, what is even left for him? Being alive just means that the aliens can toy with him more, it just extends the miserable life he finds himself in without the presence of Mizi. If he wins the next round, then he'll be the new winner of Alien Stage. The winner of a contest he despises. He'll be on top of the system that's enslaved him his entire life, he'll get to live to be thrust into another contest again. He'll get to live to become an empty shell, with Mizi out of reach.

The difference between him and Ivan is how aware they are. Till doesn't give up, time and time again, because Mizi is what drives him forward. There is no indication of him knowing how deep Mizi and Sua's relationship really went, so it's highly likely that he thinks he can get her to like him back. Till's love allows him to keep going, but without Mizi, he doesn't have a purpose. His expression is dead for most of Cure, and the Mizi he sees is one that doesn't exist anymore. He's chasing after ghosts, and it's just a matter of time, until we see what will become of him when he realizes this. There's good outcomes in all of this, but they're not many. Till is locked into a position he never wanted, all for the love he held for Mizi.

Till is the victim of the story. He just doesn't know it yet.

Either way, I wanted to close this off by going back to my main point. I'm not putting this onto any tags just yet because I'm too afraid of the internet, but I still wanna say my piece. Round 6 cemented just how onesided IvanTill is, and I think that's a very important detail to keep in mind. I'm not saying that shipping IvanTill is stupid, but that you should keep their dynamic in mind. It's a crucial part of how they function in the narrative, since ALNST is such a character driven story. You could play around a lot with how to make Till like Ivan in that way while still keeping the initial unrequited love relevant.

I don't even know why I wrote all of this! Thank you for reading. IvanTill toxic doomed yaoi 2024

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted, chapter 18 - a TMA by Malevolent crossover

The night after a shadow-attack, knife-wounds, and heavy drinking, Tim has a lot to lose. Every step seems to bring him closer to those who would eat Hastur... and Tim finds the idea of losing this arrogant, ridiculous god less appealing by the day.

Lucky for him, Elias has a plan. But are Elias' plans ever really lucky for anyone?

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Hello, all! It's been a while. To sum up so far:

- Tim opened a book he shouldn't have, and the King in Yellow now dwells inside him.

- The King has been on the run from Kayne for thousands of years.

- In a stroke of genius (???), Hastur chose to come to THIS world - where the Fears have devoured the gods they could catch, and driven out the ones they couldn’t.

- It’s a race now against time. Kayne has promised to kill Hastur; the Eye, at least, knows Hastur is here, and the others will soon; through some dubious choices Tim is now tied to the Magnus Institute; Daisy is on his trail, and so far can’t be deterred. And Jon, for some inexplicable reason, insists on tagging along to see what happens.

Any port in a storm, right? Well. Elias' home is certainly some kind of harbor…

AO3

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It is a miserable night.

Bad dreams, the kind that wake him shaking and tense; flashes of lightning through closed eyes, though when he opens them, there is no sign of a storm; and that constant, unending, inescapable feeling of being watched.

Tim wakes feeling like shit, and can’t completely blame the alcohol. It was a miserable night on the heel of many miserable nights and many miserable days and many miserable years.

Though… he has to admit to himself as he grunts his way awake that the last few days haven't been so bad. Maybe it’s not feeling alone, though that's insane because this is temporary and Hastur is more dangerous than he is friendly.

Or maybe it’s because Hastur understands him.

That is a bizarro realization, and it hits like a brick. His normal experience of thinking adjacent to other people instead of alongside, of misunderstandings and the need to explain jokes… none of that is here with Hastur.

If Hastur were a person, Tim would be leery (he knew a narcissist when he saw one), but might still try to get close. Might still try to charm. Probably even seduce. He likes Hastur. He can handle that bluffing bullshit just fine.

Or maybe all of this is the alcohol, and he’s just being lonely. He sits on the bed, slumped forward, elbows on his thighs, and sighs.

Your breath could use some improvement, says Hastur, amused. 

“Yeah, yeah,” says Tim, and staggers to the bathroom. If someone is watching, he hopes they’re having fun, because he’s about to see a morning too-much-booze experience that nobody ever likes.

#

Brushed, showered, clothed in last night’s clothes (clean and pressed, as promised), he makes his way into the hall. 

It was very strong liquor, says Hastur.

“You’re hungover, too?” grumps Tim. “Fuck. Sorry.”

Worth it.

Odd. “Why?”

I like you relaxed, says Hastur. I like your responses to things.

To things. To what things? The end of last night is very fuzzy. “Sure,” says Tim. “I think we should drink in the privacy of our own home, though.”

Oh, I agree, Hastur says, positively rumbling it.

Tim decides to pretend he didn’t say our and rubs his eyes. “Save the sexy-times voice for later, yeah? When I’m not feeling nauseated.”

There is an easy fix, you know.

Tim stops at the top of the stairs. He hears Jon and Elias down there, talking in the kitchen; their voices are not raised, not distressed, so he feels he can take a moment. “You want me to use magic.”

Yes.

“I thought we’d established I’m terrible at this?” Tim says weakly.

No, Tim, no, Hastur murmurs. Far from terrible. You are brilliant; powerful; a solar storm in a human body. You wish to avoid losing more body-parts to me? Wish to avoid setting more lions loose, or any other mishap? I want the same thing. Therefore, there is one solution: together, we practice.

Tim exhales slowly. “Hastur…”

Trust me. Trust me, Tim, at least this one time, and we’ll see how we can build from there.

Tim wants to trust. Maybe that’s foolish, but he does. “Let’s talk after breakfast.”

Assuming you can keep it down.

Tim wrinkles his nose. “It's party-time at casa Bouchard,” he announces, and marches down.

#

Elias and Jon are in the kitchen at the table, and in very different conditions. Elias is, of course, pristine; he looks like he stepped out of a magazine aimed at CEOs: bland, perfect, unassuming, expensive.

Jon looks like shit.

“Did you sleep at all?” Tim blurts.

Jon looks up at him mid-sentence. His hair is mussed; his eyes are red; his clothes have, unsettlingly, not been cleaned or pressed, and have gone brown with his blood. “What?” he says.

“Did you even leave the kitchen?” says Tim, increasingly horrified.

Jon stares at him, holds up a sheaf of papers, and shakes it.

“Right, I don’t speak paper flaps, so maybe we should take care of you first,” says Tim, approaching like Jon is a wounded deer.

“Tim,” says Jon, sounding ill. “You don’t understand. It goes so far back.”

“Tell me about it upstairs, all right?” says Tim, pulling his chair out.

“No, not yet! I need to know about Alexandria,” Jon protests, but he does not fight as Tim steers him toward the stairs.

“She’ll wait,” says Tim, deadpan.

“It’s not a woman! It’s a place!” says Jon, who, if he had feathers, would be one big ruffled ball. “Oh. You’re joking.”

“Yes, boffin, I’m joking,” says Tim, steering him toward the stairs.

Jon is now red. “I wasn’t finished,” he whines, climbing with Tim’s hand at his back.

“You’ll finish later.” Tim glances back.

Elias has not moved. He sits there, watching them both, doing that thing where he somehow feels like a caricature made of all eyes if one isn’t looking directly at him.

Why did we think kipping here was a good idea, again? thinks Tim.

Because otherwise, some horrible thing was going to hunt you two down, says Hastur.

Jon gasps, trips, and goes down on the stairs, banging his shins.

“Whoa, easy!” says Tim. “You okay?”

Jon spins and stares at him. “What was that?” he says, sprawled and shaky.

Tim stares back. “Wait. You heard that?”

Jon is shaking. “I… I heard…”

And of course, Hastur comes in with the massive ridiculous drama. Greetings, little unintentional eye priest. My man Tim likes you, so I will spare you when I come into my own.

Jon’s eyes roll back in his head and he passes the fuck out.

#

“Smooth,” Tim mutters at Hastur, trying and failing to wake Jon. He isn’t entirely sure what to do. It’s easy enough to carry Jon upstairs (and Jon never picked a bedroom, so Tim does that for him), but anything more seems like a personal violation. He goes so far as to lay Jon on the bed and remove his shoes, but that’s it.

It was only the truth, Hastur says in his patented I did nothing wrong voice.

If they were just two guys trying to make this work, Tim would be inclined to spank him.

What the hell comes next? Obviously, confronting Elias is the thing to do here, but Tim does not feel his best at the moment. It seems a bad idea.

The scent of cooked ham wafts into the room, and Tim’s mouth waters.

Oh, says Hastur, rumbling. He’s making breakfast.

Well, at least that provides neutral ground. Tim tugs the sheet to Jon’s chin and heads downstairs, jaw set, ready for a fight.

Elias is not ready for a fight. Elias is ready for a feast. Though Tim could have sworn there was nothing cooking when he walked Jon up.

Elias is humming, bent in front of the oven. “Have a seat,” he says, chipper.

“Did you really keep him up all night?” says Tim, who feels like not fighting his anger too much right now.

“No,” says Elias. “I assure you, he did that all on his own.”

You’re so pleased about it, says Hastur, sounding suspicious.

“Of course I am,” says Elias, who has an answer for everything. “He’s an ideal student of the Eye.”

“Your pet accidental priest?” says Tim.

Elias laughs.

It is a terrible laugh. It is a fucking evil laugh, like something out of a movie. Tim shivers, staring “Fucking hell, boss,” he says more mildly than the situation requires.

“My apologies,” says Elias, wicked chuckle tapering off. “His phrasing caught me by surprise, your Lordship.”

Of course the apology is for Hastur. “You’re having too much fun. Pretty sure it's illegal.”

“Laws change,” Elias says mildly, and provides a proper, perfect fry-up: bangers and back bacon, eggs and mushrooms and beans, fried bread, and white pudding.

Tim’s stomach rumbles.

Elias fucking winks. “As if I'd leave you suffering from my excess of hospitality.”

“Can’t decide if you’re a fantastic if incredibly creepy host, or just taking the piss out of me,” says Tim.

“Neither,” says Elias, deadpan. “It’s all part of my mad plan to lure the Fears to my doorstep.” Again, he offers the plate.

“Because you’re that bad at self-preservation,” Tim quips and takes it.

“My age—as your magnificent guest has observed—would say otherwise,” says Elias.

“Two hundred, he said?” Tim mutters, decides fuck it, and stuffs his face.

He can’t help a little moan. It’s perfect for a hangover: greasy and salty and good.

Hastur makes a similar sound, a couple octaves deeper.

Elias stares.

Tim swallows. Eyes him. “Yeah, I'm gonna need a minute.” He turns to have his way with the food.

Hastur continues making… sounds.

Tim logs them away for later and focuses on filling his stomach.

#

So food helps. Food helps a lot, and Tim swings around to begrudgingly grateful by the time Elias offers tea.

“Better?” says Elias, who knows the answer already.

“Very,” says Tim, who’s feeling a bit more generous.

“Good,” says Elias. “I’d like to talk to you about the letter you received from Jude Perry.”

The last day has been so insane that for a moment Tim has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. “Eh?”

The fire-woman, says Hastur.

“Shit,” Tim announces.

“Indeed. She wants you to go to Sheffield, yes?”

Tim stares for a moment. “Okay, how do you know that?”

Elias looks briefly pitying. “I can see almost anything I wish to see, which is why your adventure with Gertrude the other day remains tantalizing.”

Tim tries to deflect. “And I guess I’m worth peeping-Tomming though I haven’t done anything interesting beyond that?”

“Now, that isn’t true,” Elias soothes, and refills Tim’s tea. “The snow at the very least says otherwise.”

Tim sighs. “I know.”

“It was a good try, though,” says Elias, avuncular.

Tim gives him a look.

Elias smiles.

Dangerous, Tim reminds himself. “So what’s in Sheffield?”

“A cult,” says Elias. “Possibly a great challenge for you. They are those who worship destruction; who love the flame, who breathe fire and torment and screaming. Who, in fact, have given in to that which you—I think we can all agree, fortunately—still fight.”

“The Desolation.” Tim swallows, and cannot keep his voice steady.

His left hand—Hastur’s hand—rises and rests on his right.

It’s… so damn comforting. Tim can’t even quite place why. It’s just Hastur, who’s trying to gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss his way into whatever his goals are.

Still. It is, as Tim observed, the least alone he’s felt in years. Fuck it, he thinks, and turns his hand to grip Hastur’s.

“The Desolation,” Elias confirms. “I know you’re new to this, I do; yet I think you know what lies down that road.”

Tim looks away. “I feel it.”

“Yes,” says Elias, soft, but somehow more intense for all of that.

“It’s… it… it calls,” says Tim.

“Yes,” says Elias, even quieter, even more intense.

“Hastur thinks I’m doomed,” says Tim.

“So do I, fairly,” says Elias.

“Fuck you both,” says Tim. “I’m not.” Hastur’s hand tightens, and Tim finds himself blushing. “I’m not fucking doomed. I won’t do that.”

“It wants you very much,” says Elias. “The harder you resist, the harder it will pull you.”

“Well, fuck it, then,” says Tim.

“There is a way out,” says Elias.

Tim goes very, very still.

“A dangerous one,” says Elias, “with a hefty cost; but should you choose to pay it, you will not be devoured.”

What? says Hastur quietly. That’s not a thing.

“I assure you, it is,” says Elias. “It is possible to lose the attention of the Fears. Tim, I say this with full belief that you, lord Hastur, will obtain your very own body, becoming powerful and terrifying; I say this without any intention to raise your ire. As you have both noted, I like being alive, and I intend to keep doing it. Lying to you would not help me keep doing it.”

That much is true, cleric, says Hastur, and this rumble, this rumble is not friendly, this rumble is not calm, this rumble does not soothe or seduce the way half the sounds he make seem to do. This man belongs to me.

Tim rolls his eyes.

If your lies lead him to harm, you will wish your life was forfeit.

There is real fear in Elias’s expression, but it doesn’t seem to be a deterrent. “I know,” he whispers.

Tim’s instinct is almost never wrong. Something here is off. Elias’ fear is real; his determination to survive is real; his hope to avoid Hastur’s anger is real. But something isn’t. Something here is a lie, and Tim can’t see it. He sets his jaw.

Elias clears his throat. “My suggestion is you go to Sheffield.”

“To the crazy fire-worshiping cultists? Not that it doesn’t sound like the best time ever, but are you out of your mind?” says Tim.

“No,” says Elias.

“You go to Sheffield, then,” Tim says.

Why would you want him to? says Hastur suspiciously.

“Because they expect it. Because if you fight too hard or too obviously, they will look harder—and right now, Tim, I can completely guarantee that they do not know about your passenger. They only see the expected: a young man in the grip of anger, bereft of family or other human connections, already infested with such glorious rage. That is all. We do not want them to see more.”

“Wait,” says Tim. “If I go, I'm delivering him. I'm fucking putting him in danger!”

“Not necessarily,” Elias starts, but Tim overrides him.

“I am not putting him in danger,” Tim snarls, snarls, doesn’t recognize his own voice, and doesn’t realize there is smoke rising from around him (the air, his seat, the floor) until Hastur raises that left hand and gently cups his face.

Tim goes still.

“Amazing,” Elias whispers, eyes so wide that his sharp blue-gray irises completely show.

Not who I want to be. Tim takes a moment. Shuts his eyes. Breathes.

That’s it, says Hastur, smooth and low and sensuous. Breathe… five… four… three…

“Fucking dom,” Tim murmurs, and hopes he didn’t actually say that out loud, and obeys. It works. He relaxes. (The fire is still there still burning still unextinguished but he can’t do anything about that now.)

“Incredible,” says Elias, looking thrilled. “Tim, if anyone can do this, you can.”

“No,” says Tim. “There’s risks, and then there’s stupidity. No.”

Elias sees he means it. Elias (naturally) changes course as though he’d always meant to, all along. “Well, it’s for the best,” he says. “Jon would follow you, and I can’t imagine how poorly that would go. He’s not the most social of creatures.”

Tim gives him another look, this one edged with anger.

Elias shivers, but doesn’t close his eyes. “What will you do instead?”

“Those police,” says Tim. “I take it they’re still looking.”

“Ms. Tonner is,” says Elias. “The Hunt’s avatar. You will have to do more to get her off your tail.”

And suddenly, Tim realizes he has to change his mind. His mouth twists. “So… these people in Sheffield. This fire-cult. They’ve done bad things, yeah? They’ve gone out of their way to burn buildings and people. Yeah?”

“Oh, yes,” says Elias as if he were just propositioned.

Tim ignores that. “So tell you what. If you can guarantee me a way to focus her on them instead of me… we’ll go.”

Tim that’s… I like that.

“Even though you might be in danger?” Tim says quietly.

I already am. This has the potential to turn one of the guns aimed at us in another direction.

Again, Tim dislikes the tone: again, it’s depressed, it’s accepting, it’s giving in. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I believe you’ll try.

Oh, fuck that. If fucking baby Merlin can't save this tiny, hidden piece of a god, then what's the point of any of it? “Well?” Tim says, turning all those feelings on Elias because he doesn’t know where else they can go.

Elias smiles. “Go see to Jon, won’t you? He’ll follow you if you don’t take him directly, and I think he’ll be safer if he’s under your care. Meanwhile, I have some phone calls to make. We can make this happen.”

Tim takes a slow exhale and nods. “Thanks for breakfast,” he says, and heads for the stairs.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 58

I spent most of the night researching about this subject, and when the clock was about to hit 3 in the morning, I closed everything -thanking incognito mode for existing- and walked to the bathroom for a short and cold shower.

|Uh... Idk how to write a whistle sound so don't make fun of the 'fweet'|

After that, I got into bed and closed my eyes.

//////

Well, when I woke up for school, I noticed quite a problem and had to take another cold shower. I'm gonna end up catching a cold if I keep doing this.

Basically, what I learned during the early hours of the day and what Katsuki told me got mixed in my dreams.

Yeah, I had a wet dream, so what? It's not the end of the world.

So, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. Everything was fine, I greeted everyone with a smile, made my own breakfast, ate it and talked with some classmates.

But, when I saw Katsuki, all the confidence I had built up, vanished. He sat next to me on the couch, and I couldn't look at him at all. And I was like that even when we got to U.A. and Midnight was gonna teach us our first class.

But now, we were getting our costumes out and going to the changing room, heading out to Gym Gamma once again.

"Now, for today, let's keep working on improving our special movements," Cementoss said as he got up from his kneeling position after he built the pillars for us. "Previously, I told all of you to get at least two special moves," he started explaining, "Those who haven't made it yet, would focus on developing, and those who made it, would focus on even more upgrades."

We made our way up the pillars, and I was having a hard time using my quirk, I didn't want to interrupt everyone during their training, so I technically couldn't do anything.

"Oh, (L/n)." Cementoss called me and I walked to the edge of my pillar, "Ectoplasm sent you one of his clones," he walked out and opened the gym door, Ectoplasm -or more like a clone- walked in.

"I'll be helping you train, (L/n)." I smiled at him as he got up and stood in front of me.

"Thank you, sensei."

//////

With Ectoplasm's clone's help, I managed to enhance both of my arms, getting the energy shield I once had. He attacked while I was in this situation, and it was difficult, whenever I lost focus the shield would vanish and my head would throb from the pain, when it occurred many times, I asked him for a bit of a break.

"There's... another attack I want to try." He tilted his head to the side but nodded and I called out to Cementoss. "Sensei, could you build me a wall?"

He nodded and touched the pillar I was on, "How do you want it?"

"Like any normal wall," Cementoss nodded again, and his hands lit up green, a wall growing close to where I was standing. "Thank you!"

He smiled at me and walked away.

"What do you want-?" I interrupted Ectoplasm as I stopped his vocal cords, and I focused it on my throat. It was tingly and it stung a bit. Quickly I thought about what to do, and how to do it.

I can't scream, because my vocal cords still needed to heal, so instead...

"Fweet!" My whistle echoed inside the gym, and the energy beam pierced a hole through the wall in front of me.

"What the hell?!" Katsuki yelled, and when I looked up, he was glancing down at me. He seemed to be analyzing the situation before showing me a smirk and jumping down with me. "I can help a bit with that attack." He stood beside me, resting his hands on his waist and tilting his body slightly, the curves on his body marking more and making me swallow, looking away.

"How?"

Katsuki explained to me his auto-cannon attack, giving me ideas on how to use it on me, I listened attentively, when Katsuki wasn't being his angry self, he was really smart. Every once in a while I nodded, thinking about his suggestion and planning how to implement it to my attack.

"It would be hard at the start, but you'll make it, I'm sure." He smiled sweetly at me, and I just dreamily stared at him. I was in a daze. Katsuki seemed to be glowing in my eyes.

Basically, I was looking at him with heart eyes.

I hummed with a nod, "I'll try, you can keep training, Katsuki." Showing me another smile, he turned around and busted himself up to his pillar.

A sigh left my lips as I observed the broken wall in front of me.

Let's do it.

//////

"Agh," my hand went up to hold my throat, my voice was hoarse and my arms were twitching painfully.

My body wasn't completely healed yet, so the pain was kind of unbearable. So when Cementoss heard me groaning, he sent me to Recovery Girl.

Slowly, I was walking there, while the rest were going to class, but I heard hurried steps behind me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw Katsuki jogging to catch up to me.

"Why are you coming with me?" He tsked and pushed me slightly, looking away with a pink tint on his cheeks.

"My arms hurt too, so sensei told me to come with you..." he trailed a bit at the end of his sentence, his gloved hand gripping his pants.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you sure? It wasn't because you were worried about me, puppy~?" I asked him with a teasing tone, and he choked, coughing harshly. I patted his back for a few seconds, and Katsuki turned to me.

"Of course not! W-why would I be wo-worried about you?!" He exclaimed nervously, making me chuckle. I looked behind us for an instant, there was nobody in the hall, so I used my opportunity.

I dropped my arm on top of his shoulders, and pulled him close to me, resting my head on his and stroking his face with my free hand.

"My little tsundere," I whispered in his hair. His body tensed but he held my hand on his face, covering it with his own and shifting his head to look up at me.

"I'm not a tsundere," he said with a pout, and I just smiled, leaning down and pecking his puckered lips, he blushed again and hid his face on my chest. "Could you stop doing that? My heart can't take it."

A shiver went down my whole body, and I just pressed Katsuki closer to me, walking together to the infirmary.

I definitely couldn't take how cute Katsuki was and how happy it made me to know he was just as in love with me as I was with him.

[toomuchracket]

(Uni is killing me). Matty being like ‘all you have to think about is these assignments. I’ll look after everything else’. And he does. He brings you 3 meals a day, and snacks. He runs baths. He rubs your shoulders. He enforces breaks, in which you walk around a nearby park while he talks to distract you. And he is more generous than ever- forever offering orgasms to ease the stress.

(this is so real i have a bitch of an assignment going through turnitin as we speak. best of luck with your course lovely! <3)

as much as matty isn't an academic person, he defo understands the struggles of creating work you're proud of within deadlines you have little to no control over, so he's kinda the ideal person to have around - you can bounce ideas off him and share worries without it becoming a total echo chamber like it would if you were talking to your uni friends, and still have him understand and empathise (need him for this fr). matty gets that you need the time and space to get things done, so like you said he takes care of all the domestic day-to-day stuff while you write, popping in to check on you every little while and bringing you lunch and water and cups of tea. i think he'd be pretty strict about you eating breakfast before you start work, though - you guys sit and have food and coffee, so you wake up properly and you're nourished before you get lost in your work. matty tries to insist that you stop working before dinner and you guys can eat together too, but he knows if you're really close to finishing something the best thing to do is let you eat while you finalise it, so he begrudgingly brings you a plate and kisses you on the head. he also tries to enforce breaks, making sure you get fresh air and time to think about something other than your work, but again if you're really stressed there's really no way of getting you away from your computer - on those occasions, matty will just try to keep you grounded, standing behind you and massaging your shoulders and your scalp. i think he'll read over what you're working on during this, and either reassure you that it's good or point out something that isn't quite right or you've missed; 9 times out of 10, this takes most of your stress away, because you've really just needed fresh eyes on your project all along and haven't realised. and no matter how late it is when you stop working (although matty is absolutely the "finish the sentence hit save and shut the computer down now because it's bedtime" police), he's there to run you a bath (if you're really stressed and need to decompress by yourself a bit) or shower with you and wash your hair before bed. when you're actually in bed, matty's spooning you or lying on top of you like a weighted blanket, kissing your head softly and telling you that he loves you and he's proud of you. and if you take him up on his offer, he'll gently kiss down your body and tenderly coax an orgasm or two out of you with his tongue and/or fingers, both to back up his sweet words and to help you get some sleep. after you finish your work and submit it, matty spends HOURS between your legs to congratulate you (with, like, an obscene amount of praising you), before you're pulling him back on top of you and insisting that he fucks you the way he hasn't been able to while you've been busy. because he's the perfect boyfriend, he does what you ask, before cuddling you into a nice, long nap <3

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 6

Jake stayed the night in my bed. It was like he had never left. We felt so familiar with each other we just lay next to each other and talked for a while before we both fell asleep. I woke up before Jake so I went and made some coffee for the both of us. While the coffee was percolating I got into the shower letting the bot water wash over me. Just as I wrapped the towel around me Jake knocked on the bathroom door. "It's okay Jake you can come in" the door slowly opened and in came Jake he had a slightly swollen nose and some bruising under his eyes. "Morning MC have you got any painkillers? My head's banging" I smiled at him and went towards the bathroom cabinet and grabbed the painkillers for him. "Here you go take two of these and your head will soon stop hurting. I'm making some coffee. Do you want some?"

Jake took the painkillers with a glass of water he walked over to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Thank you MC, I'd love some coffee" I go make some coffee Jake is quick to follow me I can't help but smile. But then a thought hits me: what am I doing? Are Jake and I just falling back into our old habits? Can this ever work again? Should we even try again? I don't know if I can just be friends with him. Lost in my own thoughts Jake comes up behind me and knocks me out of my thoughts. "You okay MC? You look a little lost" I turn around and face Jake. "MC, what are we doing? Are we getting back together! Do you want to give us another go?" I was completely taken back by what he said, the shock was written all over my face.

"I don't know Jake I thought about it I really have but I don't know I love you that hasn't changed. Is going back to how we were really the best way" I saw all the emotion drain from Jake's face. I didn't want to hurt him, I really didn't but is it a good idea to give things another go? Or should I just let him be with Emma. Maybe he could learn to love her. "Jake I really do care for you my feelings towards you haven't changed. I just don't know if getting back together is the right thing to do" Jake comes closer towards me pressing his forehead against mine. "One last goodbye kiss" before I could respond his lips had crashed down onto mine. His hands roaming all over my body I felt everything inside me crumble. All the walls I'd put up to try and stay strong just came tumbling down.

I watch as Jake leaves my apartment tears start to roll down my cheek. My heart felt like it had been broken into a million pieces. I had to try and stay strong letting Jake go was the right thing to do.

Jake's POV

As I walk back home I can still taste MC in my lips. I can smell her scent all over me, I know the reason why she's done what she's done. Is it a choice I'm happy with? No, I wanted to give us another go. I understand why she has done it. Maybe getting back together would have opened up old wounds. Wounds that need to stay closed. My future with Emma is still unclear. I do like her but I don't love her not in the way she loves me. My heart belongs to MC I think deep down it always will do.

As I'm walking back home my phone buzzes my heart skips a beat at the thought of it being MC. But disappointment soon hits when I see that it's Emma that's texting me.

Emma: Hey babe do you wanna meet up tonight you could come round to mine and I can cook us dinner xx

Jake: Hey, I can't tonight I've got plans with my sisters

Emma: please babe, I really want to see you

Jake: I can't I'm sorry but I can come round on Friday night and spend the night if you want ❤️

Emma: I can't be mad at you I can't wait for Friday babe I love you xx

Jake: I love you to xx

I put the phone back in my pocket and I got a feeling of absolute dread wash over me. Why did I just tell her I love her? Sure I like her but not like that. I guess it's the only way I can move on from MC. I have to at least give whatever this is with Emma a chance. At least by Friday the bruising on my face will be gone. I can't risk having her find out plus I can't stand it when she starts fussing around me.

It had been a full week since I last saw or spoke to Jake. My heart still ached for him so badly. I was starting to think if I had done the right thing but tonight I am going out with Jessy. We are going to the aurora for drinks. She's on a mission to help me move on from Jake. I must admit I have been looking forward to going out tonight. I haven't been out in a while. I notice the time and I go to take a shower. I let the hot water hit me. My thoughts soon drift back to Jake and the time they both showered together. It was very hot and steamy between us. He had me bent in ways I never thought possible.

I snap myself back to reality and finish my shower, once I finish I grab a towel and wrap it around me and go into the bedroom. I picked out my sexiest outfit and my killer heels. I go for a smokey eye look with winged eyeliner. I put on my darkest red lipstick and get ready to go. I get to the aurora a few minutes before Jessy is due to arrive. I spot Phil at the bar changing over a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Hey Mr aurora, long time no see" I watch Phil look up and his face lights up as he watches me walk towards him. "Hey beautiful, where have you been hiding that sexy body of yours" I know people say flattery doesn't get you anywhere but tonight I'm going to allow that.

"I've been getting over an ex but I'm all good now" I knew Phil knew who I was talking about and his smile could only get bigger. Phil is attractive. I know he's a major player with women but tonight I just want to have a good time flirting with Phil and just forget about my past. As I watch Phil pour be a double jack Daniels I feel a hand touch my shoulder a spin around and see Jessy standing behind me with a big smile on her face. "Hey MC, it's so good to see you, you look hot as hell tonight girl" Jessy's words make me smile and a warm feeling spreads throughout my body. "Jessy! It's so good to see you I've missed you" are arms wrap around each other and we hug each other tight. Phil hands us both a shot on the house that we both down in one quickly followed by many more.

We decide to hit the dance floor dancing to nearly every song that comes on, we are both having such an awesome time we dance and flirt with men. As the night starts to come to an end Jessy goes home with a very cute guy and I stay behind. I can't take my eyes off Phil. We have been flirting with each other most of the night. I know everyone keeps warning me about Phil but right now in this moment I don't care what the others say or think. "Hey need a hand clearing up" Phil turns around and smiles at me Incan see him looking at me up and down. "Tell you what, why don't you come up to the apartment and we can have a drink together?"

I watch as Phil walks over to me and kisses me softly on the lips, his lips taste like cigarettes and mint chewing gum. We part our lips ever so slightly I see a glint in Phil's eyes, a look I've never seen before. "Take me up stairs Phil" are the only words spoken between us that night. Our clothes come flying off as we get up to his apartment, our lips only parting to take Phil's t-shirt off. The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee. I can't help but smile. I get up out of Phil's bed and put on his t-shirt letting it cover my panties. "Hey beautiful, I've just made some coffee. Would you like a cup?" I walk over to where Phil is standing and stand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around him and kiss him. I feel his hands grab hold of my arse and squeeze it.

"I'd love a cup of coffee babe it smells amazing" I watch Phil pour me a cup of coffee and hand it to me. "I know you're probably not looking for anything serious but I was hoping we could have some fun" at first I was taken back by what Phil said but it's something I've been wanting to say. "I am very much up for having some fun" I pull Phil closer towards me and kiss him this time he tastes like cigarettes and coffee. I end up spending the whole day with Phil until he has to go open up the bar. I tell him I will see him later once I've been home and gotten changed.

[unfoundwrld]

I'm going to college soon, so I'm thinking about my roommates taking advantage of me.

there's 4 of us in the room, with 2 double bedrooms and a common room. no one knows I'm trans - until the guy I'm sharing my bedroom with finds my yearbook in our shared closet. he thinks it'll be funny to embarrass me with my old picture until he realizes that the picture with my name on it is actually...a girl?

suddenly, all the things I do make sense. when I wrap my chest with the towel coming out of the shower, it's because I don't want you to see my tits. when the crotch of my pants look unusually empty sometimes, it's because I don't have a dick, just a wet, vulnerable pussy.

of course, he immediately tells our other roommates. now they all know. and they come up with a plan.

the roommate I share a bedroom with is going to start teasing me and prepping me for them. when I'm sleeping, he'll sneak over and rub on the outside of the panties I still like to sleep in. my little clit will get big and stiff every time he does, and a wet spot forms on my panties. I moan and whimper in my sleep while he plays with me, bucking my hips, but he never lets me cum. sometimes he'll even pull my shirt up and play with my tits. his hands pluck and pull and roll my nipples, making them so sensitive.

and the whole time, I have no idea. I don't know why my nipples are always sore, or why I'm so horny all the time. I haven't been sleeping well, so my brain begins to feel foggy.

our other roommates are messing with me too - they rub their cocks against my ass on the pretext of bumping into me and flirt just subtly enough that I can't tell if they're just being friendly or not.

after a few weeks, between my sleep deprivation and my unending horniness, my roommates decide I'm ready. next time I come home late from class, they're waiting for me.

when I walk inside, all 3 of my roommates are seated on the couch, watching football. "Hey guys," I say, setting my keys and phone on the end table. they all look up at me but no one says anything. I raise my eyebrow. "What's up?" they still don't answer. instead, they all stand up together and half-encircle me. "U-um..." I start to step back, but one of them grabs me.

I fight back as best as I can, but I'm a whole foot shorter than most of them, so they overpower me easily. they drag me into my bedroom and throw me on the bed. "What do you want?" I ask helplessly. they smirk. I become very aware of the way my legs are spread, and the vulnerability of my position. but by then, it's too late.

they're groping me as they free their hard cocks. one of them roughly pinches my nipple and I yelp. he laughs. "so you really are just a slutty little girl huh?" he asks mockingly, his hand palming greedily at my tits. I whimper, staring up at him with tear-filled eyes. "n-no! I'm a boy, just like you guys!" I protest. he laughs. "no you're not, slut. look at us -" he waves at their cocks, all erect. "we're men. you're not. all you have is a tiny pussy and a fake cock." he yanks my pants off and I beg him to stop. I try to cross my legs, but he pulls my knees apart. "ohh, look. she's dripping."

I'm ashamed to admit he's right. I can feel the air hit my pussy while they laugh at me. one of them uses his fingers to pull apart my pussy lips. I moan against my will at the sensation of his thumb rubbing the tip of my clit.

before long, he's rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I'm so wet that he just slides in, but I can still feel the stretch. I'm crying, pleading with them to stop, but they won't. if anything they go harder. I feel a cock nudging at my ass and I scream, but a hand slaps over my mouth while the owner slams his dick into my asshole. I begin to cry in earnest, but I am helpless.

while two double penetrate me, the third squeezes my tits together and jerks his cock off between them. it's so awful and degrading...but why am I so wet? they pick up on my conflict and tease me. "fuckk, good girl. you're so tight and hot on my cock," one of them pants. "aren't you so glad we're fucking you back into the girl you're supposed to be?" I moan wantonly. I've cum so many times I'm beginning to go numb as his finger rubs against my clit. "you're a dumb slut aren't you. can't wait to put a baby in you-" my eyes shoot open in fear. he chuckles, thrusting harder into me. "what? you think I'm gonna pull out? fuck no, I'm cumming right up against your cervix and get you pregnant. you feel that? I'm bouta cum baby, gonna cum right into your womb, fuck yeah hold still-" he grunts and I feel his seed flood my insides. my eyes roll back in my head.

the guy fucking my tits comes on my face as they switch places, a new guy in both my holes. they each take a turn cumming in me, and when they're done, they prop a pillow under my hips to make sure none leaks out.

anyway yeah.

[not-a-big-slay]

The real struggles of a sergeant

or why you should (not) want a sixth sense

‎ The Bad Batch x gn!reader (platonic)

summary: enjoy the Sergeant's point of view as he tries to deal with a few unimportant and useless things out of many that the clone force 99 considers a problem and try to count how much he sighs...

warnings: just funnzies, bickering, (not so) classic family arguments, insomnia, mentions of throwing up (but its worded differently), crosshair after they took his chip out, hunter is very tired poor boy, shooting

a/n: i have spent 2 weeks in my parents house and it reminded me why i love my school dorm. but hey, at least i got a fanfic idea out of it. there will be a part 2 eventually i think, its just so much fun to write family arguments with the batch! enjoy this little silly writing and completely ignore that i havent posted a new part of until it doesn't hurt in forever (i am sorry for that though)

the gif is so funny idk why

The dull sound of hyperspace surrounded Hunter with blue and black lights hitting dark walls of the cockpit. Most of his crew has gone here whenever they needed space and silence, but of course, Hunter cannot escape it.

Due to his heightened senses, he still heard everything on the ship: Omega's laugh followed by Wrecker's words, Tech's complaining about the mess, Crosshair's whining about Tech's complaining, your showering and Echo's sighing, waiting for you to leave. It felt like he was right next to each of you, being part of every situation happening. Hunter became used to that, but today, he was experiencing sensory overload. The batch spent the whole day holled up in here with nowhere to go. His senses were tired and refusing to pass out, as he wished. The sergeant tried many times to somehow turn them off, yet that only seemed to be working if he's uncouncious.

Not ideal.

Before he made the decision to self- knock out, his ears picked up a new sound that replaced the sighing of his brother. A loud voices smashed into his head and left him no choice other than to investigate them. Hunter got up with a sigh, ready to resolve any drama between his squad.

The door slid open and he could piece together the reason of an argument from the, now clear, dialogue.

"Give me a minute!"

"Come on, move it!"

"I need this room more than you." you barked back, trying to close the door as if Echo's leg wasn't in the way. Hunter watched you two another moment before interfering: "Whoa, whoa. What's going on here?". His low, but strong voice got both of you stop and acknowledge him. Echo wasted no time in getting back on track though.

"Y/N here," he pointed at you, as if Hunter haven't noticed the human being in the refresher, "decided they won't let anyone in the shower today." You scoffed at that and replied: "I need to apply this bacta mask. You think face like this just happens, Echo?" Pointing at your face, Hunter rested his against his palms and let the fight continue for awhile.

"This mask is supposed to help?" Echo bit back and you gasped silently before trying to physically push him out of the doorframe. Your plan didn't work when he moved only an inch. His human hand grabbed the doorframe, while his mechanic one swinged back and forth to shake your force off of his chest.

Hunter's head gathered all of that and more, raising so many alarms when Wrecker yelled in the other room in excitement. His ears rang and he couldn't silent anything. It's days like this the sergeant wished everyone would disappear. The ringing got louder, yet somehow it only sharpened all the sounds around.

"Alright, that's enough." Hunter ordered, blowing up from the frustration. You and Echo pushed each other away, mean faces being the equivalent of having the last word. He looked back at the pair of eyes on him, waiting for another piece of explanation. "They don't think about anyone else, Y/N's being selfish is all."

Echo frowned in your direction when saying the last words, but you ignored him and spoke to Hunter instead: "Everyone knows I take long. If he wanted to shower, he should have done so before me. It's not my fault he's too slow.". Hunter had to give it to you, every member on the Maraurder knew you occupied the refresher for at least half an hour, putting products on your face and other stuff he can't make sense of. Tech even helped you pick some up, telling you if they are truly good for your face as the sellers are advertising. You've always announced that you will be taking a shower and with that comes this routine of yours. You give them a chance to object. Echo wasn't probably listening when you warned them about it today.

He looked between the two of you while thinking about resolving this matter. "Y/N," he adressed you and you responded with attention, "for how long will you keep the mask on?". "For like 5 minutes." you responded calmly, but your eyes darted in Echo with a flame inside them, you were annoyed with him. Hunter let that slide and gazed at his brother. "Echo, how long will you take in the shower?" Echo scoffed at his question before answering: "Definitely not as long as this ridiculous argument has already taken." He crossed his arms and rolled his eyeballs, but then gave Hunter a normal answer, saying it'll take him something around 5 minutes. Hunter sighed yet again, now of relief. "Good, Y/N can put on their mask and Echo can shower while they have it on. There, I solved it."

You rolled your eyes, but obeyed Hunter's suggestion, stepping out of the door frame of the refresher to put the mask on. "Fine, but after he's out, I will need to get back in." your voice was commanding, so Hunter only nodded as if he promised you the refresher back. Once you left the room and Echo replaced you, the sergeant considered the problem solved and could feel the peace of his quieter mind.

Somehow, he knew it wouldn't last for long.

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Everything was better when Hunter was asleep. He was a light sleeper, that's for sure, but when he wakes up in the middle of the night, his senses aren't that annoying and tensed up, because everyone is asleep. He sometimes won't even go back to sleep, just to enjoy the silence and peace of the dark, ocassionally hearing some member's heartbeat. It wasn't always peaceful, the sergeant used to hear Echo's quiet screams when he had a nightmare, after they rescued him from the Techno Union. Hunter often comforted him if it got too concerning, then Omega after Kamino. But now, it was back to the normal harmony.

However, Hunter was awakened today not by calmness, but by the opposite. He heard footsteps and metal clincking, then very quiet voices and then a harsh whisper as if the person wanted to scold someone, but couldn't be loud. Hunter felt two familiar heartbeats, banging at normal pace. He assumed the two people just woke up and will go back to sleep soon, so he relaxed and tried falling asleep again.

That is, until he heard the crash. A loud noise of something being dropped snapped his head up and made him sit. The two heartbeats got faster as he could hear one curse softly. The sergeant knew it was his crew, no one could get onto the Maurarder in hyperspace, he knew they probably couldn't sleep and just knocked something over by accident, it wasn't that loud for someone without heightened senses to hear, yet he still got up and with a heavy sigh opened the door, revealing a dark hallway of their ship.

The noise got louder as he was getting closer to the cockpit. before he slid the doors open again, he tried to recognize the whispers inside. His ears heard a low voice, hoarse by the early hours, and a higher one, also rough, but still slightly sing-songy. He heaved another sigh when he connected those tones with two of his brothers. Of course.

"...isn't the ideal option, but probably necessary." Tech continued his thought, not noticing a new presence until he finished it. Hunter made sure both of them were aware of him before he spoke up: "What is all this?" The pair looked at each other and then back at him, they looked like Tookas that got caught ransacking the trash. "We, uh, couldn't sleep." Echo finally answering after a moment of silence. They both had bowls of chocolate crunch swimming in blue milk. Hunter hated when his squad ate late at night, most of them felt sick after doing that, so he wanted them to avoid these snacks as much as possible. Especially Echo. His half-robotic body couldn't take too much food as an average person, so he was supposed to be very careful with what he could consume.

Very careful indeed.

He scanned the ground to look for the object that made him get up. They knocked over Wrecker's helmet from the control panels where he always left it- it drove Hunter crazy- and didn't bother to pick it up, probably too tired to do all that. The partners in crime already knew what was coming, another lesson on why they shouldn't be awake and eating unhealthy things, the sergeant could see them accepting their fate. However he decided to spare them from that tonight, not because he didn't want to, he, in a way, enjoyed scolding the batch, but because he was actually tired for once and he also knew he would be the one washing the bowls when he'll take them. So, preparing to see his brothers' eyes light up in relief of his cancelled lecture, Hunter sighed and extended his arms to their direction. "Bunks. Now."

Tech understood first and handed Hunter the unfinished chocolate crunch, Echo following his actions after realizing their luck the man spared them from embarrassment. He nodded at him as a thank you and slipped behind the door. Hunter stood there for a moment, checking if they obeyed his orders, and then satisfied went to the kitchen. He thought his crew stopped this routine, but somehow knew this wasn't the last time a member of his squad has done this, but he was exhausted of telling them the same thing over and over, almost every night he would find someone in this position. Not surprisingly, it was Echo and Tech that done this the most. Sure, sometimes it was Echo and Wrecker, Echo and you, Tech and Crosshair and you, or just them together. Still, they were there almost everytime, not breaking their record, albeit Omega joined. In fact, he caught you and Crosshair with her one night, making her the same disgusting food as he was now cleaning. Hunter didn't spare you all from his lesson back then, he actually made it longer and angrier.

Yet none of his monologues helped, everyone still did what they wanted. The only thing that they stopped doing was inviting him to these nights. Not that he minded, he could finally sleep, but what did bother him was his team being unusable the next day without his knowledge. Wrecker spilled his guts out on a mission one time, because he ate a bit much than he should have the other night and everyone kept it from their sergeant. At least he could make fun of him on the way back and not feel bad for it.

Once Hunter was finished with the dishes, he made a quick stop in the cockpit and picked up Wrecker's helmet. Just as he walked out of there, he saw a figure creeping from the dark hallway to his direction. Once you also noticed him, you froze in the place, your hair chaotic and your eyes still adjusting to your awakened state. Another night owl coming out of their den. Hunter just crossed his arms and that was enough for you to sigh and turn around in defeat. "Night." you said sarcastically to have the last word. The sergeant scoffed and shake his head that was decorated by a smile.

"Yeah, a busy one."

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A rest was just what they needed.

Bogano had more than one advantage to other planets. Besides it's beautiful view, it is a planet missing from most of maps and archives. Not many people know such place exists, so Hunter was happy to be the exception. Cid has been all but useful to them since they settled there, yet he was grateful she introduced you to Phee and that she has told you all about this place. Your weird friendship with her at least brought some good.

The green grass moved gracefully with the wind, chasing Boglings out of their dens and currently messing with the sergeant's hair. Many wouldn't have guessed, but Hunter loved beautiful landscapes. He always found peace in a colorful, active and positive sight. He encountered many places like that on missions, but naturally, he didn't have time to take it all in. It also hurted him when the Separatists destroyed a pretty planet.

Hunter was glad he could just sit on the Maraurder's platform and look at the emerald land before him, shining in the gold beams of suns. Ocasionally, he saw someone from his crew, just walking, talking or simply doing nothing.

Just resting.

Of course he knew where all of you were, he would never let anyone wander off without telling him. For example Wrecker and Tech were exploring an old workshop with a help of a little droid, according to what his brother said through comms. Echo was admiring the old Jedi Temple they have found, unfortunetly unable to get inside. You also went out and explore, currently befriending some big animal he could see far away to his left. You swore you were careful though and would comm him if the beast turned out not so friendly- even if it meant Tech's analysis was wrong. And Crosshair was with Omega, she wanted to bond with him in any way he would be open to.

When they finally found the courage to save him from the Empire, and after Tech discovered Crosshair lied about his chip being removed, they were wary of him. Hunter was scared to leave Omega alone with his brother, he was scared Crosshair would feel replaced and therefore he would be agressive towards her, so he always made sure both of them kept their distance until they could get used to each other, kind of like cats. They did, of course. Crosshair wasn't particulary mean to her- or at least not more than is in his nature- and Omega never bothered him for too long, respecting his lone character. Hunter smiled when he witnessed Crosshair agreeing to spend time with Omega. Even though he didn't know what will they do, he is just happy they are getting along.

So right now, they were...

Nowhere.

Hunter looked in the distance, trying to find a little silhouette and a slim figure, both not to be seen.

Where the hell are they?

Panic slightly settled in, they were just on that hill in front of him, the little girl showed him her weapon and the sharpshooter seemes impressed by the technology. Since when they're gone?

"Crosshair, Omega, what's your position?" he spoke in the comms, bringing the device close to his ear, so he could catch every sound wave. With only the wind whispering in his ears, he waited for the response that didn't came. Was Phee lying? Is this planet really unknown or was there perhaps some dangerous species that just dined on two members of his crew? His eyes squeezed tightly as he tried to shove these thoughts away. Hunter tried again: "Crosshair, do you copy?" when there was no voice coming back, he asked again, "Omega, are you there?"

The sergeant didn't give Omega much time to respond as he stood up and began his tracking. Once he was on that hill where Omega shot into nothing in the distance, Hunter saw faint footprints, leading to the edge. He sighed as soon as he saw old rusty tubes coming out of the hill. He really didn't like to climb.

Thoughts of them two being in danger found themselves on his mind, some more realistic than others, but not one was suggesting Crosshair hurting Omega. He knew that getting the chip out is risky and could change nothing at all, however, he trusted his brother, albeit he wanted to kill them all, and not once. Crosshair had to earn his old team's trust again, but it didn't take long. Hunter's trust wasn't misplaced.

Although, a bit of doubt crept into him when he heard a blast perhaps too close to his liking. The sergeant fastened his pace across the pipe and his eyes finally met the ground. The small field held creatures he has never seen before and a big puddle they were drinking from. Before he could enjoy this view, one of the creatures spotted him and very quickly ran to him while screeching. Uh oh, not as peaceful as they seemed. Hunter reached for his blaster, but the sudden movement of his arm almost took his balance. He needed to get off the pipe.

Before a plan appeared in his brain, the space between him and the creature almost cease to exist when the animal jumped at him. Hunter prepared for its attack, yet he was saved. One shot somewhere from above was all it took to steal the thing's life. The man reunited his feet with a solid ground and looked up to see his savior.

"Huh, would you look at that." Hunter heard the low voice seconds before seeing Crosshair's face. "First straight shot of yours and it saved the Sarge" he smirked and Hunter soon saw Omega next to him, rifle in her small hands.

Crosshair's rifle.

The girl gifted him with a quick wave and a smile. She looked unharmed, they both did. Good, he could lecture them. Although, before he could even let out a tone, Crosshair rolled his eyes and motioned up with his palm. "Will you at least come up? I'm sure that they will run away once your lesson begins, but just to be sure." he nodded his head to those creatures, unaware of their presence. Well, for now.

Hunter followed the way up that Omega was too kind to share with him and finally levelled up with them. "What are you doing here?" the words left his mouth almost immidiately and he awaited for the answer just as long. "Crosshair offered he would teach me how to shoot from a real gun. I'm trying to shoot the thing's carapace." her accent rolled off her tongue as excitement beamed in her voice. The creatures were protected by a hard surface on top of their body. They looked like crabs, just bigger and less afraid of people.

Hunter realized his gaze is once again on the animals and returned it to her. "Well, you for sure shot more than a carapace back there." Omega smiled proudly upon hearing his words, taking it as a compliment. Still, Hunter had no intention in looking past their irresponsibility. "Were you concentrating that hard that you didn't hear the comms or just didn't bother to answer them?" the soldier pointed out the earlier radio silence from both of them. They had their devices on, they were just ignoring him then.

Crosshair came forward with that, standing behind Omega with his arms crossed. "First lesson was to tune out distractions, your voice served the purpose. By the way, she passed that flawlessly." he smirked lightly and put a toothpick, that came out of nowhere, in his mouth. Hunter always wondered where he stored them, but was too afraid to ask. Omega's cheeks flushed at the praise from the sniper-even though it was more meant to insult his brother- and tried to hide her face by looking at the ground with a smile.

Hunter sighed, there's no leson to be learned for them, so he calmly ordered Omega to give Crosshair his rifle back, which she obliged. "Next time, for my peace of mind, tell me where you're going." he added while Crosshair rolled his eyes and guided Omega to move forward with a hand on her shoulder blade. As they moved past Hunter, Crosshair remarked with a teasing tone: "Roger, Sarge."

He watched them going down the hill quietly and making their way across the pipes. He has never seen his brother this way. Crosshair's eyes never left Omega, his hands subconciously hovered around her whenever she swayed off balance. The girl sure had a way of getting to the whole squad, yet Hunter never expected her to break Crosshair's thick and hard walls. He just witnessed Croshair being worried the kid would fall, he couldn't imagine what he would do if she really did slip and fell to the invisible abyss below. Well, not even he wouldn't know what to do. Hunter shook his head at the thought, realizing he's been staring for too long, the two most unexpected friends already out of his sight.

An electric voice awakened him fully: "Hunter, you might want to join us. Y/N did actually befriend the big creature and is now riding on its back and chasing Wrecker. BD-1 actually told us the creature's species is named Binog and it's very interesting......" he tuned out Tech's voice after the second sentence and quickly and not very silently made his way down and onto the pipes, not concentrating on his steps. As he got closer, he could see your happiness and excitement of having the creature's trust. Too bad you had to show it on Wrecker though, poor guy ran away from the Binog, crying in exhaustion, as you screamed: "YOU OWE ME 10 CREDITS!"

Of course, rest just wasn't for them.

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Omega's worried look was the last thing he saw before his legs gained speed and brought him down the stairs of Cid's Parlor, hearing the little girl's own footsteps behind him. A grey smoke was spilling out of the entrance and Hunter wished he would have had his helmet once he breathed in the air. The sergeant tried to warn Omega to stay begind, so she wouldn't choke on the smoke, but the girl already slipped by him inside, covering her mouth with her clothes.

The two of them were out on a supply run, leaving the rest of the squad at Cid's. Hunter thought that the batch was fine on it's own and that taking Omega with him decreased the chance of a trouble. Naively, that is. Now that he made his way into the main room, his previous thought hid in embarrasment. The whole space was dimmed with smoke, neon lights trying desperately to make the room visible and, luckily, they were quite succesful. "What happened?" the girl gulped, her voice croaky. She didn't get an answer, Hunter looked around to detect the source, fearing it might be from a fire. Omega looked behind the bar, but shaking her head once she found Hunter's eyes, signaling no one was present back there.

Where the hell was everyone.

The man's senses were distraught by the fog, but he could still pick up a few voices from the kitchen in the hallway, next to the bar. He picked up his gaze and saw the smoke on the ceiling, coming out of the hall. "Of course." he sighed silently and motioned Omega in the kitchen's direction. Hunter might be the only one to know this, but Wrecker had a soft spot for baking. Not that he was any good at it, he just loved the final products. He tried baking once and stopped when the oven blew in his face, but then you came into the picture. You were a sucker for trying new things and always hyped every member of the batch to tell you their not very important skills and interests. And, obviously, convinced them to show you.

First victim was Crosshair. You talked him into swimming when he confessed he could do so. It wasn't that bad until Echo tried, but his mechanical hand, that was fractured from the mission before, malfunctioned and he almost drowned. The second was Tech. He accidentally told you he took liking in tattoos and you tried to give him one. It didn't end up in an injury, but his tattoo isn't at all what you envisioned- Tech still claimed he liked it nonetheless. Then Echo admitted he sometimes made metal bracelets from all the rubbish Tech throws out. He taught you how and you made him one out of an old wire, but it still had some power inside and when he went to shower, it electrocuted him.

Wrecker, Hunter and Omega were the last ones standing, however when they entered in the kitchen, Wrecker was scratched off of the list. In the grey cloud escaping through the oven, he could see the mess on the table: spilled flour and blue milk, eggshells on the floor with yolk still inside, sugar footprints leading his eyes to those guilty for this. In the centre of it all stood Wrecker, his eyes squinted because of the smoke, next to the oven stood your being, gloves still on your hands and a surprised look on your face, a bit in the back stood Tech, clutching his Holopad, meanwhile Crosshair and Echo were opening all the basement windows. Hunter saw a black material on a tray, trying to make out what it was supposed to be. Their talking stopped and all the attention was on the two figures in the doorway. The sergeant opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Words couldn't express what he was thinking and before they could, he was shoved to the side by a small figure saying: "Move."

Cid pushed you back and started blowing a white foam onto the wannabe cake. Tech emerged from behind, trying to stop her. "Stop! A fire extinguisher is not gonna help when there's no fire!" Cid completely ignored him, yet stopped when he pulled the container away. Your cough from the foam being so close was noticed by Wrecker and he grabbed your shoulder with a chuckle. "Could have been worse." he concluded and smiled at Hunter's frown. "What a shame." hissed the sharpshooter sarcastically, pushing past the sergeant. He didn't got far after Hunter caught his arm harshly and pushed him back inside. From mixed feelings shakened inside of him, he finally picked one he could voice, anger.

"What the kriff is all this, huh?! Someone care to explain?" his eyes snapped at you and Wrecker, confidently predicting you two are guilty the most. "What, why are you assuming it was us. I was following the recipe Tech told me." you defended, throwing the guilt at the man. Tech's gaze quickly hopped from you and Hunter before realizing he has to prove his innocence. He sat down the extinguisher first. "I was forced into their baking experiment and simply found an easy recipe even children could do." his voice was more firm in the end, but Wrecker scoffed at his response. "Yeah? Well, we were listening to your advices."

"No, you weren't!" Tech threw his hands to the sides and with you joining in, the argument began. Through the shouting, none of the others could understand what you all were saying. "...Crosshair was distracting us with his constant whining!" your accusation didn't go unheard by them and Crosshair generously joined in the fight. Hunter covered his face in the palms of his hands and breathed for a second. And he thought the only kid among them was Omega. When the voices became too loud for him, he finally snapped.

"Enough! All of you!"

As if timed, all of you went silent and looked at your sergeant. "When will you all convince me you are capable of growing up." he groaned, massaging his temples. How is it that he trusts these guys with his life, but cannot leave them alone for 3 hours? Silence filled the basement with everyone looking at Hunter. You tried not to burst out laughing when you took a good look around the room. It was truly worse than if a bomb exploded here. Omega's voice put a smile on your face, because it had a sign of her own contained laughter. "So, what is it that you tried to make?"

Hunter looked up due to her voice and noticed the smoke was almost gone. He heard Omega's chuckle when you told her the black form was supposed to be a pie. The sergeant watched all of you quietly make peace from the doorway, interrupted only by Cid's approach. "Yall gonna clean this up, I presume." she announced and left the room. Hunter rolled his eyes and continued watching the batch.

He was sure he would never fully understand this group, but it bothered him less and less. A smile slowly crept onto his face, however quickly fell when he witnessed Omega trying to taste the final product of the failed baking. Hunter pushed himself off of the doorframe and tried to stop her. Unsuccesfully, though. He sighed at her disgusted face and silently wished she wouldn't get sick from the inedible pie. He shook his head, being the only one not laughing at her spitting the food out, and silently whispered to himself:

"Children."

[lovingdilfs]

First post… kinda nervous ö

I have an beautiful idea, making smut stories out Elvis songs!

So here is the first one.

The story is taking place in 1960

19 years and still the biggest virgin on the planet. Maria, your friend got invited to a party where Elvis Presley. When you finally decide to go with her everything changes in one night

(Based on the song let yourself go)

TW: smut, angst and alcohol

Word count 1.8k

The grammar is not it honey, English isn’t my first language so bare with me 🫶🏼

Let yourself go. Pt 1

"Well there is no discussion, you're coming to the party! Girl Elvis motherfucking Presley will be there, how could you ever think about not going."  Maria said on the phone

"Omg Elvis!" You said with excitement in voice.

"Yeah girl, that's what I said Elvis is coming to the par-" you interrupted Maria

"Maria, I don't care if Elvis will be there. I hate parties, is always some guys just trying to find pussy.

I'm not going"

"Yeah that's true... but what if Elvis is there to find some pussy and accidentally slips into yours" Maria laughed out well knowing you were the cleanest girl when it came to sex "And besides that point, then we will celebrate your 20th birthday a little earlier"

But the thought made you a bit warm inside.

Imagine if I lost my virginity to Elvis Presley. I wouldn't say I was a fan, but goddamn he was a beautiful man.

"Maria! Stop, I'm not going end of discussion"

"You're coming, end of discussion... I'll be at your house at 17'o'clock, then I'll fix you up and get you ready for the party.

Do you got a dress?" Maria were almost out of breath talking so fast.

"Yeah, no I don't" you said while looking at your closet.

"No worries I'll bring ya some" Maria hanged up.

"Mari" you were interrupted by the beeping sound.

You laid the phone back down and rolled on your back letting a breath leave your lips.

A knock hit the front door

"Shit" you said while your mouth was filled with food, you swallowed quickly and opened the door.

"Hello miss girl, are you ready- what! Haven't you showered yet" Maria lifted her arms, her hands were filled with hangers

"No... I-I fell asleep"

"Girl go upstairs and take a shower and shave every inch of your body" she said while closing the front door. You looked confused at her

"What are you looking at, hurry!" She smacked your ass.

You turned the warm water on, getting in. The warmth were spreading around your body. You wiped the water away from your eyes, looking down at the razor

doing all this work for nothing

You shaved everywhere knowing damn well nothing was going to happened tonight

But what if... 19 years old and still being the biggest virgin walking on the planet

You squeezed the rest of the water out of your hair, grabbed a towel. Dried your body off, putting on some your expensive moisturizer you only saved for special occasions. You opened the door to your bedroom, a steam cloud followed along with you.

"Clean?" Maria said while searching in your vanity

"Yes clean"

"Great, now sit down and let me do all the hard work" she followed your over to the free chair.

You looked confused around,

"Maria have you been looking in my closet?"

"Certainly, I needed to find some sexy panties, honey you need to throw out your grandma panties" she laughed, You rolled eyes at her.

2 hours went by quickly and you finally were done in Maria's beauty salon.

"And just like that! Your done" she swirled your chair around to face your mirror

"Oh gosh Maria, where did you learn all this stuff" you couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked so beautiful.

Your hair waved perfectly, your eyes were popping out underneath the makeup.

And the dress curves all the right places.

"You know, just here and there... If Elvis don't fuck the shit out of you tonight I will do it" she laughed "Now, get up and make a spin for me"

You did as she said

"Wow, I'm such a good friend" she clamped her hands together as she was a proud mother.

"You ready honey to get ya cherry popped" she said as she gathered her things.

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Maria and you pulled up the house, It was beautiful nothing like your own little house.

"Come on girl, let's get drunk and make dumb decisions" Maria pulled your arm.

A bunch of guys were standing out in the porch smoking and drinking.

"Sorry boys, but make room for the girls" Maria said while trying to push them away

How does she do it, the confidence.

You felt the guys eyes all over your body and you even heard one of them say "Goddamn, a ass she got" It left a red flush to your cheeks

Maria pushed the front door open, and the sight left you speechless. It was so beautiful, but so many people

No way, Elvis is going to lay a eye on me. There is so many beautiful girls here.

You grabbed Maria's arm tightly and followed her along out to the kitchen.

"Here take this and down it" she handed you a drink and you didn't even hesitate. The alcohol were burning all the way down.

"And this one to"

You looked at her like she had lost her mind

"Trust me, you will need it"

You poured the drink down your throat, coughed a bit of the burning sensation.

"And the last one for now, happy birthday girl" she handed you a glass and cheered with you

Oh gosh, whiskey

"Now let's dance!" She took your hand, and pushed against the crowd.

"Maria, have you seen him" you whispered into her ear trying to mute out the loud music

"Who..." she said

"You know Elvis" you eyes were searching for him.

"Uh la la, somebody is getting ready for tonight" she smirked and sent a wink. You hit her arm playful "Stop Maria, I just want to know if he even is here"

"Don't worry baby, I have a plan. Just follow along when you are bit more drunk"

1 hour passed by quickly, you felt more intoxicated by the second. Many people had gathered outside to smoke and talk.

"Last drink, and then we'll hunt for some boys" Maria said

"I'll be back in a second, I just gotta touch up, wait for me here okay" You downed the drink like it was water and headed for the bathroom.

The house were like a maze

How can a house have so many doors...

You wriggle the last door handle.

"One second" a thick southern voice came from the locked toilet.

"Oh I'm sorry sir-" the door opened and you were speechless and embarrassed.

Oh god why!

You starred at the beautiful man, coming out from the toilet.

His eyes were a dark blue that burned into your eyes. His hair were messy but still intact. His skin were light tanned

It's true, it really is true Elvis is so much handsome in real life

"Are ya going to use it?" He frowned his brows.

You just starred in silence before snapping back to reality "Oh yes, certainly. Thank you" you said while squeezing under his arm and past the door.

You closed the door slowly, still having your eyes all over Elvis. His hand slipped in between the door and doorframe

"Honey, what's ya name?" Elvis said while looking you up and down.

"Uhm... Y/N, why do wanna know my name" you said in flirtatious way

Nooo, so embarrassing. Never drinking again.

"Y/N, pretty name you got there honey. Well nice to meet ya" he reached out for your hand

"Well nice too meet you too mr. Presley " you handed your hand to him, his soft lips glanced your skin.

"I hope I see ya again Y/N, thanks for the little toilet meeting" he winked at you and laughed in boy-ish way. He let go of your hand

"Certainly, mr. Presley"

You closed the door, and let out a breath

OMFG! DID I JUST TALK TO ELVIS PRESLEY! HE KISSED MY HAND! AHHHH

You calmed down, and fixed your hair and makeup before making your way out to Maria again. "Maria!" You yelled, She hushed you as she were flirting with some guy.

You poured another light drink, and as you were turning around to kitchen counter, you bumped into a chest spilling all over the guy.

"Ah, uh I'm so so sorry-" you lifted your eyes to glanced the guy

Really god again! Could it be any other guy than Elvis.

"Well...well isn't that ma little toilet girl"

"I'm sorry... let me find some paper"

"No it's fine honey, I was just about to head home." He said while holding your hand

"Home...? But the party" you said while frowning your brows

"Party isn't really thing"

The words hit you hard, because party wasn't really your thing either

"I just need to tell Jerry I'm going home" his eyes headed towards Maria

Maria with one of Elvis friends! God give me some goddamn confidence come on! "He looks a little bit busy" you said glancing over at Jerry

"Goddamnit always!" He said, looking a bit annoyed

"I can tell him, if it's. You see the girl, that my best friend" you looked up at him. How perfect can you be!

"Will you honey, that would make me the happiest man"  he clenched his hand around your shoulder "On one behalf " you said

"Anything for you toilet girl"

"First of all you stop calling me toilet girl, second of all you take a birthday shot with me" you said while fidgeting with his buttons

"That's exactly two..." he smirked.

You poured 2 shots up and lined them up. "Here you go" you handed him the shot

"Thank you ma'am"

The two glass clanged together

"For you" he said and downed the shot and you poured the shot down while holding eye contact with Elvis.

"How old" Elvis said while wiping his mouth

"20 years old" you said

"Wow 20 years old, that the second round birthday, congratulations"

"Thanks" you felt a bit red in the head

I hope it don't show

"We got a deal?"

"Huh" you looked confused at him "You know with Jerry"

"Oh yeah right, you can count on me"

"Thanks honey" he left a small peck on your cheek before going out the door.

Your eyes followed him when he left out of the door. Ugh... one chance I get and I messed it up You looked over at Maria, her face were smashed together with Jerry.

You poured a small amount of whiskey into your glass and headed for the couch. All the people that had been smashed together at the start were down to 13.

You sat in misery on the couch, pouring the whisky slowly down your throat. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier until they shut fully.