#two hens n chicks

[sunniques]

— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ?

➺ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepbrother au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: the story of how your stepbrother’s girlfriend realizes her boyfriend has never really been hers.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, possessiveness, heeseung can lift reader, cucking kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f), oral sex (f), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, creampies

➺ WC: 4.6k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

A lot of people find your relationship with your stepbrother cute. How could they not? He’s always so doting and protective like a real brother would be. In spite of being only slightly older, Heeseung takes on a very important role in your life. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of you, making sure you have anything you could possibly need.

Heeseung’s girlfriend never thought too much about the relationship between you two. It was natural that he took the naive college freshman under his wing and constantly had you by his side. Mina found it endearing, actually. The way he worried about you like a mother hen who wasn’t ready for her young chick to go into the world alone is adorable and a good sign. After dating so many inconsiderate losers, she thinks she’s finally chosen the right guy.

But somewhere along the way, Mina starts to grow tired of it. Time has gone by, and you’re no longer a naive freshman who can’t get around without her boyfriend’s help. Of course family is important, but it’s not like you’re entirely helpless. And yet, that’s exactly the way Heeseung acts. He’s always ready to drop everything when you need him. On several humiliating occasions, he’s even left her half naked on his bed just to go to you because you bought something you couldn’t figure out how to put together, or because you wanted to hang out with him.

It’s hard for Mina to admit that she’s a little jealous. Especially because it all seems so ridiculous. There’s no way her boyfriend actually wants you like that. But as time goes on, she thinks that maybe she’s not all that crazy. Especially with the affectionate way her boyfriend looks at you. Despite all this, Mina doesn’t say anything. At least, not until Heeseung starts to bring you along to what were meant to be dates.

“Babe, why do you keep bringing your stepsister? i thought we were going on a date?” It’s hard for her to not sound bitter and annoyed.

“Her roommate is going to visit her parents, and I don’t want Y/N to be alone.” His tone is kind and gentle like always, but it’s also firm and leaves no room for arguments.

What’s worse is that Mina can’t bring herself to hate or blame you. In a way, she understands why her boyfriend is always so concerned about you. You’re so nice and trusting that it would be way too easy for someone to take advantage of that. There’s also the fact that you’ve been more than willing to let them have some alone time, but Heeseung never lets you leave.

It’s all so strange and frustrating that Mina feels like she has to take matters into her own hands. So she does.

The key to Heeseung letting you go is getting you a boyfriend—or at least getting you to start dating. It’s easy enough to find a guy who’s interested in you. That’s never been a problem for you, and all it takes is her showing your picture to the cute guy in her communications class for her plan to fall into place. As luck would have it, you’re also into meeting the guy and going out with him.

Little did Mina know, setting you up with him would be a mistake that would cost her everything.

On the night you’re meant to meet up with her classmate, Mina excitedly goes to her boyfriend’s apartment. It’s been a long time since she got to be alone with Heeseung, and she was going to make the most of it.

She’s dressed in tiny tank top and a cute little skirt that Heeseung loves—it barely hides the lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Mina quietly lets herself into her boyfriend’s apartment using her spare key. Quietly, she tiptoes to his room only to find the door wide open. What she doesn’t expect is to find you sitting on his the edge of bed while Heeseung kneels in front of you.

Mina feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on her as his pretty hands rub your soft thighs. You look incredible, clad in a cute little dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection. It’s a mistake for Mina to keep watching, but she can’t find her voice at the moment.

“Seungie, what’s wrong?”

God, Mina hates that you call him that. Mostly because she can tell how much Heeseung likes it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out to meet some guy?” Heeseung sounds almost venomous, but it’s like you don’t hear it. “Who is he? How’d you meet him?”

You tilt your head, pretty lips pulled down in a confused frown. “Didn’t Mina tell you? She set me up with a guy from her class. He’s really cute!”

A chill goes down Mina’s spine. She can see Heeseung’s back tense when you tell him how your date came to be. The air feels almost murderous as he gently squeezes your thighs.

It kills Heeseung that he was almost too late in stopping you from meeting some strange guy in the pretty little dress you have on. He softly rubs your thighs, eyes simmering with anger and desire he doesn’t care to hide. Not anymore.

“Oh, angel.” Your stepbrother murmurs, hands slowly trailing up to your thighs. “You know you’re my favorite girl, right?”

An unsuspecting smile graces your lips. “Yeah. And you’re my favorite guy.”

Heeseung hums in satisfaction as his fingers ghost the edges of your dress. He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t say anything. As always, you have blind trust in your stepbrother. That’s all the indication he needs to get up and push you down on his bed. Heeseung hovers over you, loving how you’re staring up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. He swoops down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Your heart is racing in your chest as Heeseung forces his tongue into your mouth. Despite the initial shock, you quickly melt into the kiss. He swallows your moans, pulling you closer as he deepens the messy kiss. You mewl into his mouth, carding your fingers through his hair with desire you had never realized you had for him.

Meanwhile, Mina can only watch as her boyfriend kisses you with a passion that he clearly never felt for her. It feels like her heart is ripping in half as Heeseung begins to undress you. Tears well up in her eyes when he groans at the sight of the lingerie adorning your body. Mina can see how hard he is from where she’s standing, and the desire in his eyes is very different from the way he looks at her.

“Can’t believe you got all pretty for some other boy.” Heeseung spits as he starts to undress. “Were planning on letting him fuck you?”

You shake your head and go to speak, but you can’t when Heeseung roughly pulls off your lingerie then his own underwear. His cock is thick and big, possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. It’s twitching and leaking as he looks at you with his dark eyes.

“W-We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whine as Heeseung shoves your thighs to your stomach and licks a broad stripe up your wet pussy.

Your stepbrother groans at your sweet taste, thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole. He laps up the juices leaking out of your slit, circling his tongue on your clit for good measure. The noise you let out is downright pornographic and pure music to Heeseung’s ears.

“Seungie!” You keen as you spread your legs and tangle your hands in his messy hair. “I– Fuck!”

Heeseung pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands. “God. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. Just had to taste it.”

Each one of his words is like a dagger to Mina’s heart and confidence. Wet tears trickle down her face, but she doesn’t say anything as you pull on her boyfriend’s hair. Heeseung only moans and dives back into your slick cunt. He greedily laps up everything that drips out of you, sucking and kissing your clit.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Hee.” You repeat through a needy mewl, making no attempt to stop him. In fact, you buck your pussy into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive bud.

“Shh, angel.” Heeseung shushes as he flicks his tongue across your swollen bud. “Just relax and let me eat you out. Been wanting to do this for so long.”

Mina swallows thickly, the hurt slowly being replaced by something else. Her eyes grow bigger when she realizes which feeling is taking over. She shifts slightly, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her panties. Mina feels sick that the sight of her boyfriend cheating on her can turn her on, and she thinks that she should leave right now and never return.

But she stays.

Mina licks her lips and continues to watch. Even she can’t help but think how hot you look, whimpering and writhing as Heeseung pushes your thighs apart so he can bury his face deeper in your pussy. He flicks his tongue, slowly descending until he’s lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the wet muscle in and out. Your eyes roll back as your stepbrother eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

The sounds coming from your pussy and the way Heeseung messily eats you out has Mina’s own cunt clenching with need. She can feel her underwear start to stick to her cunt as she watches her boyfriend lap up your arousal like a starved man. Mina bites her lip, feeling sick and twisted for being turned on by your pretty moans.

Heeseung suddenly pulls away, but not before he slaps your thigh playfully. He goes to lay on his back all while wearing a filthy smirk. “Sit on my face.”

You bite your lip as a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body. Both your and Mina’s cunts throb at the suggestion. Heeseung sees your hesitation, but doesn’t back down.

“C’mon, baby. Be a good little stepsister and ride my fucking face.” He growls out with dark eyes.

With your pussy dripping, you crawl over to him and kneel over his face. Mina watches with heated eyes as you slowly lower your cunt on her boyfriend’s face. The heat in her stomach grows when she hears Heeseung groan in satisfaction.

“That’s it. I want your pretty pussy suffocating me.”

With that, your stepbrother grabs your hips and pulls your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling quietly, you rub your cunt all over his mouth. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations through your pussy. The delicious feeling has you grinding down on his tongue as you chase that feeling. Heeseung eagerly fucks his wet muscle into your hot cunt, already addicted to your sweet taste.

Mina swallows thickly when he sees Heeseung thrusting into the air as he eats you out. His cock is leaking and throbbing with need. Fuck. How she’d like to go and lick all that up, to have him fuck her mouth as he fucks you with his tongue. Mina rubs her thighs to soothe the growing ache in her pussy as she watches you ride Heeseung’s face.

Your eyes roll back when your stepbrother slaps your ass. A loud squeal spills from your lips as Heeseung keeps fucking his tongue up into your cunt. He grabs your ass and kneads it roughly. With one last groan and flick of his tongue, he sits up and takes you with him. The effortless display of strength turns both women on, one containing her moan while the other cries out as she’s pressed back into the mattress.

“Such a sweet little cunt.” Heeseung moans as he buries his face back into your dripping cunt. “Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking soaked down here.”

“Heeseung!” You cry out as he pries your thighs further apart. Your stepbrother shakes his head to grind his tongue against your sensitive cunt.

“Fuck, you have the hottest little pussy.” Heeseung lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with your arousal. “Missed eating some good pussy. It’s been so long.”

Mina feels pathetic that her cunt throbs at his degrading words. She bites her lip, hands trailing up her thigh and to her soaked underwear. It’s so filthy and humiliating, but the ache in her pussy is getting to be too much. She slowly rubs circles on her covered cunt as she keeps watching her boyfriend cheat on her.

“Fuck, Seungie.” You mewl desperately. “S-Shouldn’t like having your face buried in my cunt.”

Heeseung smirks into your wetness. He gently circles his tongue on your clit, kissing it tenderly before he gently starts to nip at it with his teeth. Mina shoves her panties aside when you moan out in pleasure. Now she’s furiously rubbing at her bare pussy, wanting to see you cum on her boyfriend’s face.

“But you do, baby. You like me fucking you with my tongue, and I fucking love eating this sweet little pussy.”

Your hips buck up at the words, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan for him. Juices drip out of you lewdly, leaking down to your ass and onto Heeseung’s sheets. Your head is swimming with pleasure, and you have to remember that this is all so very wrong.

“You like that?” Heeseung teases you, loving how you’ve turned into putty in his hands. “Answer me, Y/N. Do you like your stepbrother telling you how much he loves tasting your juicy cunt?”

Your back arches when Heeseung sucks your puffy bud into his mouth. “God—yes! Feels so fucking good, Hee! Love having your mouth on my pussy.”

Heeseung growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit. Eager to have you cum on his tongue, he slips two fingers into your fluttering hole. Mina follows in suit, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight of you getting ate out and fingered. Fuck. This was better than any porn she had ever watched. Her hand is dripping with her own arousal, and she can’t even feel disgusted anymore that she’s so turned on by the entire situation.

“Mmmh, shit, Hee.” You whine as the tips of his fingers brush against the gummy spot inside you. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it, baby. Cream all over my tongue.” He purrs in delight. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Heeseung flattens his tongue on your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his long fingers.

Mina has to cover her mouth as Heeseung moans along with you. By now she’s shoved her fingers into her sopping pussy, the squelching sound is drowned out from the sounds coming from your own pussy. The filthy sight is driving her wild, and she’s so delirious with arousal that she wishes Heeseung would just fuck you already.

“You’re amazing, angel.” Your stepbrother praises with his fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your velvety walls. “So soft and wet. It makes me want to shove my dick into your tight little hole.”

Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you can only watched with a lidded gaze as he moves his body between your thighs. His cock is twitching and leaking as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down on your slippery pussy, dragging his drooling tip up and down your slit slowly. Mina has to press her hand into her mouth harder to stifle her filthy moans. The sight of her boyfriend pressing his drooling cockhead into your soaking pussy is so hot she might just cum all over her fingers.

“S-Seungie—fuck. We shouldn’t.” You whimper as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head.

You and Mina both know you don’t really mean your words. It’s clear that you want your stepbrother to split you open on his big cock. That becomes obvious when you don’t try to stop him as he shoves his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering with pleasure, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed.

“Pretty pussy was meant to take my cock.” Heeseung growls, already drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. “Fuck. I know it’s wrong, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. Your hot little cunt was just begging for my dick. Doesn’t it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with your stepbrother’s big cock?"

Mina starts fucking herself harder when you nod desperately. Your hands go to tangle in his hair as you grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Yes! Fuck! Love my stepbrother’s cock stretching me open! Feels so fucking good, Hee!”

Mina knows better than anyone how good you must feel. Although, she imagines you feel must better than she ever did because from the way Heeseung’s fucking you, she can tell he’s doing it with much more enthusiasm and passion. Even his moans are more guttural and full of more pleasure than she’d ever heard. They’re deep as he pulls out until just his tip is spearing you open. Then, he pushes forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls.

“That’s it. Tell me how good it feels.” Heeseung leans down, lips brushing against yours. “Don’t be shy, angel. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.”

You gasp wantonly and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue slipping past your lips as his cock thrusts deep into your hot, wet cunt. Your hips buck up to meet his, loving how his dick rams into your sweet spot over and over until your sight is painted with pretty little stars.

“Fucking love it, Hee.” You moan between sloppy kisses. “God—I love your cock!”

The coil in Mina’s stomach is close to snapping. By now, her juices are dripping down to her wrist. Luckily, the lewd squelching and sound of skin slapping together drown out any noise she’s making. Heeseung is fucking you so hard and good that she can smell the musky scent of sex from where she’s standing. The erotic aroma turns her on even more, pussy clamping down on her fingers in desperate need of release.

“Tight little pussy feels so good.” Heeseung moans out between the quick pecks he’s giving you. “God, I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

Your heart races as Mina’s breaks all over again. It hurts, but somehow that just turns her on even more. She keeps fingering herself as tears pool in her eyes.

With a low moan, your pussy clamps down on Heeseung’s dick tightly as you go to eagerly kiss him. A soft I love you, too goes unnoticed by Mina, but not by your stepbrother. He groans into your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Mmmh.” Heeseung hums against your lips before he trails wet kisses down your neck. “I love my gorgeous girl. That’s why this feels so good. Even your tight little pussy knows how much I love you.”

His gorgeous girl? Mina thinks deliriously, orgasm dangerously close. It’s something he never referred to her as.

You cry out loudly when Heeseung bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass as his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit.

“Seungie!” You whine in ecstasy. “I’m getting close.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t let up. In fact, his thrusts seem to get faster and rougher. His cock pistons in and out of your cunt, creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. His eyes are dark as he pulls back to look at you, all pretty squirming and trembling on his cock.

“Cum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet cream so I can fill you up.” Heeseung pants. “Cum on my cock, angel.”

His teeth sink into your neck again, and it pushes you over the edge. Your hot cunt throbs as you squeeze down on his cock. Somehow your pussy only gets tighter and tighter as you get fucked through your orgasm. You tighten your legs around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off.

“So fucking tight.” Heeseung hisses by your ear. “Shit, baby. Get ready. I’m about to creampie your cute little pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him for every drop of his hot cum. Mina reaches her own climax when she sees her boyfriend cumming inside you. She has to stifle her moans as she trembles and shakes outside the room that’s filled with the smell and sounds of hot sex.

“You’re taking it so well, angel.” Heeseung kisses your jaw tenderly as his fat tip spurts rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat. “Milking my cock like I knew you would.”

He grinds his hips down, cock pulsing as he finishes stuffing you full of his hot, sticky load. Your stepbrother fucks his cum inside a bit more before reluctantly pulling out. Heeseung’s cock throbs as he watches his seed drip from your messy pussy.

He licks his lips, heated gaze never leaving your body. “Let’s do it again.”

You don’t try to protest as your manhandles into a different position. Mina is still coming down from her high when she realizes her boyfriend is still hard and about to fuck you again. She knows she shouldn’t feel excited or aroused by the fact, but she does. Especially when your face is shoved into one of Heeseung’s pillows just before his big cock rails back into your needy pussy.

Heeseung starts fucking you so hard his headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The harsh sound pairs well with the plop plop plop sound coming from your cunt.

“God, Y/N. You’re so fucking good for me.” Heeseung groans when you clench down on him.

You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock. “Fu-Fuck, Seungie. This is wrong. We s-shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” Your stepbrother smacks your ass, not sounding the least bit remorseful. “It’s so dirty baby, but I couldn’t help myself. Had to get my dick wet using your pretty little pussy.”

“Mmmh!” You whine out mindlessly, face turned to the side with your ass raised in the air for Heeseung to fuck deeper into your wet hole. “Feels so fucking good!”

“Yeah, it does.” Heeseung’s laugh sounds almost mean as he speeds up his thrusts to fuck his cock harder into your sopping cunt. “Your cute little pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”

His words shouldn’t please you as much as they do, but those lewd words turn you on so much that you can’t stop your cunt from tightening around him as he keeps spearing into you like an animal in heat. They also shouldn’t turn on Heeseung’s girlfriend but that’s exactly what they do. She isn’t angry, only extremely aroused as your ass bounces back on your stepbrother’s pelvis.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans, fucking his cock right into your g-spot. “You’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You are. So hot that Mina finds herself wishing she could eat Heeseung’s cum out of your pretty cunt. She just knows you taste good, and mixed with her boyfriend she’s sure you must taste even better.

“Seungie, please!” You cry out, dizzy with arousal.

“Shit.” He growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. “Gonna make you cream on my cock again.”

“Heeseung!” You squeal as he picks up his pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit.

Your stepbrother shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot in your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets. He flicks and pinches your puffy clit. God, do you look good, and so does Heeseung. Mina is groping one of her tits while the other hand goes to play with her pussy again. Briefly, she thinks she wouldn’t mind having a video of you two fucking so she can watch it over and over again.

“Hee, I’m gonna cum.” You moan against the pillow.

“Do it, baby.” He encourages you, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard. “Cum all over my cock. Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze me.”

It’s not long before your orgasm hits. You’re screaming into your pillow as your cream coats Heeseung’s big cock. Your pussy clamps rhythmically around his dick. Mina can’t see you, but with the way your toes are curling she can tell your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.

“Oh, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Heeseung praises you. His hands move to slap your ass again, making you squeal and tighten again. “Fucking work your little pussy on my cock. Fuck. Need to fill you up again.”

“Want you to stuff me full.” You whine back at him, pussy fluttering at the thought of Heeseung’s cum filling your cunt again.

“Yeah?” Your stepbrother laughs, sounding way too delighted. “Want me to creampie your hot little cunt again?”

“Please!” You whine as Heeseung’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the filthy thought of him shooting his hot load inside you.

“Cum inside me, Hee.” You pant, mewling when his fingers rub your clit even faster. “Want it so bad. Want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Heeseung groans, hips snapping hard against your ass when he feels how tight you’ve gotten. “You ready, baby? Fucking take it. Take your stepbrother’s cum in your needy little cunt.”

You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, stuffing you so full it drips out around his cock. Heeseung ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches as a fourth orgasm sweeps through you. You lazily fuck your cunt back into him, loving the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and coating your thighs.

Heeseung pulls out of your warm cunt with a low groan. He’s quick to pull you against his chest and lays you down with him. His face is buried in your hair, eyes closed in bliss as you both try to catch your breaths. You feel his smile in your hair as he cuddles you and murmurs sweet praises against your temple.

Through your drooping eyes, you catch sight of Mina. Her eyes widen when you two make eye contact. You can’t hide your smirk when you see that she was masturbating to the sight of Heeseung fucking you raw. Instead of saying anything, you give her a seductive wink. Mina clenches around her fingers because the wink is full of understanding and promises.

It’s clear that Heeseung was never hers, but maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Not Your Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Childhood friend!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: You opened your eyes

Warning: Angst, fighting, injuries

Word Count: 2209

Inspired by this ask

 “God, Y/N.  I’m fine.”  Rafe pulls your hand from his collar.  But you click your tongue at him. 

“Come on, I promise you look better with it folded properly.”

Rafe glances at his watch.  “We’re running late.”

“Who cares?”  You mutter as you straighten the creases of his shirt.

“I do.”  He snaps before grabbing hold of your wrist and dragging you out of his room, not letting go until you are standing right next to his car.  He opens the door for you and taps his foot as he waits for you to get inside but your steps are too slow with you checking your bag for necessities.

“Tylenol.  Mouthwash.  First aid kit.”  You look up from your bag.  “You still have our extra clothes in your trunk, right?”

“Yes.”  He spoke impatiently, his bored stare sharpening.

When you finally get inside, he slams the door extra loud, startling you, but you shrug as you fasten your seatbelt.

Rafe jams the key in and ignites the engine.  He’s about to step on the pedal when you place a hand on his chest.

“Seatbelt.”  You smile sweetly and he bites back a retort, only choosing to roll his eyes and fix his seatbelt.

“Happy?”  He spoke sardonically and you scan your eyes over him and grin.

“Yes.  Just remember not to go over the speed limit.”

This is why he didn’t like to invite you to parties.  You act like a mother hen, and him, your baby chick.

You are glued to his side the whole time.  He understands this behavior back when you were six, but you’re fucking adults now, when are you gonna grow out of this?

With you by his side, he can’t score on some chicks.  Them thinking that you’re his girl, thus extending his dry spell. 

But there’s that new girl by the punch tables.  Standard hot girl, lean, tanned, long legs, and bleached hair.  She’s shyly looking at him, but she’s not exactly being discreet either.

“I’ll get us something to drink.”  He pries your fingers one by one from his arm. 

“I can come with you.”  You suggest hopefully but he’s already heading to the punch table.  You head to the side, sitting on an old and broken down cobblestone wall as the night breeze nips your skin.  Just smiling and nodding at the people you know while watching the rest of them have fun.

The party is in full blast.  There’s a lot of Tourons joining the party too.

You wonder what’s taking Rafe so long.

Deciding it was best to go look for him, you get up from your seat.  You brush the dust off your shorts as you tighten the button up that you stole from Rafe’s closet around your body.

Just as you start looking for him, you notice hurried footsteps and cheers from one side of the party.  A guy bumps into you but he quickly hooks an arm on your waist to keep you from falling.

“Oops.”  He laughs.  “Sorry, Y/N!”  It was JJ and you watched him run with the others.

“What’s going on?”  You mutter.

You hear a sigh next to you and you turn to see Sarah and Kie, looking at the gathered crowd in disappointment.  Sarah turns to you with a tired face.  “Rafe got in a fight with a Touron.”

They look at you in pity as horror crosses your face.  As you run to the fight, they shake their heads.  You’re too good for this world.

You run as fast as your legs can carry you, hands pushing people away just to get through. 

When you finally do, you see Rafe with a busted lip, his chest squared up and heaving as he looks at his opponent who is barely standing, leaning his weight on some girl you don’t recognize.  His face was red in certain places, his eyelids swollen, two nostrils bleeding.  Is he missing a tooth?  Good God.

Rafe was yelling insults, how this is his island, he’s about to march over when you throw yourself on him, arms tightly wrapping around his torso to keep him from moving.

“Y/N! Fucking let go!”  He grips your arms tightly, adrenaline clearly coursing through his veins.

“No!  That’s enough!”  You say sternly as you bunch his shirt on your fist.  “We should go.  Please!”

Rafe scoffs.  “I said, let go!”

When you only tighten your grip, he curses and throws the guy one last glare before dragging you with him back to his car.

“What were you thinking, beating up that guy?”  You say in disbelief as you make him lean against the hood of his car while you dig through your purse.  

He curses at you when you dab a wet wipe on his lip.

“If you don’t get in stupid fights, I won’t have to clean you up now, will I?”  You reply angrily before slapping his hand away and dabbing gently.  You play oblivious to his searing glare.  Trying to ignore his hisses when you accidentally dab too roughly.

“Why’d you decide to make that guy a punching bag, anyway?”  You ask while smearing a disinfectant ointment on his wound.  Your heart beating wildly at your close proximity.

Rafe clicks his tongue.  “His girl was flirting with me.”

You look at him in disappointment, making his blood boil.  He hates receiving that look, it reminds him of how he constantly fails his father.

“You must have encouraged her too.”  You really don’t know when to stop.

“Shut up, alright?”  He pushes past you.  “It’s not like I knew she had a fucking boyfriend.”

You sigh as you tidy up your kit.  Rafe opens the door for you and you take your time in getting in.

“Why’d you have to flirt with all the girls at every party?  Can you think with your mind next time and not with your dick?”  You mutter under your breath as you glare at nothing in particular, upset that he’s got himself into trouble, and upset that it’s because of a girl.  Again.

“That’s it.”  Rafe slams the door before you can take a step in, the impact makes you gasp, your fingers nearly crushed by the door.  Your eyes are wide and afraid as you look at him.  He backs you up until your back is flushed against the door.  He rests an arm over your head, as he points a finger dangerously close to your face.

“Rafe-”

“I’m fucking done with your bullshit.”  He spoke through gritted teeth.  “If you think you have the right to speak to me this way, let me tell you something.  You don’t.”

You bite your lower lip, eyes turning glassy as you fight the urge to cry.  “I’m just concerned.”  Whatever immunity you thought you had from his anger crumbles like sand on the palm of your hand.  You’re no exemption from his outbursts, apparently.  You’re just like everybody to him.

“I didn’t ask for your concern.”  He laughs dryly.  “And I don’t care about your stupid crush on me, either.”

Your lips part as you blanch, looking at him in embarrassment and frustration.  Your palms sweat as your fingers twitch, wanting nothing else but to get swallowed by the earth.

“Yeah.  You think I don’t know about your feelings for me?”  He laughs at you before he slams a fist on his car, making you scream and cover your ears in fear.  “It’s kinda cute, you know.  Watching you chase after me, clean after me, do everything I say like a pathetic puppy waiting for a treat.”

Something inside you snaps.  “Stop talking.”  You hiccup, tears dripping down your cheeks.  

Huh, it’s been a while since he saw those tears.

“Why?”  He asks in feign concern.  “Am I hurting your feelings?”

“Yes.”  You say shamelessly, making him scoff.  “I just wanna go home, please,”

Mascara has ruined your pretty makeup, tears wetting your cheeks as your hair sticks on your temples, making you look disheveled and wrecked.

Rafe looks at you blankly as he runs a tongue on his tooth.  “Fine.”  He runs a hand over his face as he attempts to calm his breathing.  He’s tired of your bullshit for today, he’ll deal with you tomorrow.  “Let’s get you home.”

He opens the door for you and you get in without sparing him a glance, your shaking hands quickly fastening the seat belt.  Rafe looks at you in silence but your eyes are dropped to your feet, adamant on not looking at him.

“You crybaby.”  He spoke lowly and you closed your eyes.  “Get it through your dumb head, alright?  I don’t fucking like you.”

You whimper, arms wrapping around yourself as you shrink away from him.

“Stop doting on me like we’re dating.”  He continues.  “You’re fucking embarrassing.”

“Just take me home, please.”  You sob and for a moment he feels the need to wipe your tears but he stops himself, a frown creases in his brows.

“And don’t fucking boss me around.  You’re not my mom.”  He slams the door and the rest of the drive is filled with nothing but your sniffles.

The thing about Rafe Cameron is that he’s impulsive.  Always speaking his mind without thinking of the consequences.  He is very quick to anger yet very quick to calm down after the stimulus vanishes from his line of sight.  

You can’t keep up with the shift of his emotions throughout the ride.  With him honking at every driver in front of him then suddenly nudging you and pointing at something down the street, laughing like he didn’t just murder you inside.  He really doesn’t understand what he’s done.  He’s a child and you wanna strangle yourself for ever letting yourself love a man like him.

“Shit, Y/N, calm down.”  He groans as he parks outside your house.

You attempt to open the door but he clicks the lock in place.

“Let me out.”  You whimper.

He rests his elbow against the door and scratches his chin.  “Not until you calm down.”

“I’m calm.”  You respond in a shaking voice.

“Uhuh.”  He hums as he rakes his eyes over your face.  “Can’t take a rejection, princess?”

You don’t respond, hands tightening over your bag.

“We’re not in fucking elementary school anymore.”  He props his head against his knuckles as he grins at you.  “And I’m not Rafey anymore.”

“I know.”  You spoke harshly as your bloodshot eyes stared forward.

He chuckles.  “Good, that’s good.”

“Yes.  The ‘Rafey’ I know would never hurt me like this.  You’re not him, not anymore.”  You stare at him blankly.  “He’s gone and I can see that now.”

Rafe straightens up in his seat, biting his cheek as he nods at you, though his mind is still trying to wrap around your words.

“Right.  It’s good that you get it now.”  But why does he suddenly regret all this? 

He’s been trying to get you to understand this for the longest time.  And now that you finally do, all the challenge between you is gone, and he is lying if what is going to happen after this does not make him anxious.  Is this another one of your reverse psychology tricks?  You know it always worked on him.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and he clears his throat, swiftly opening his door and races to your side but you beat him to it.  He swallows thickly as he shoves his sweating palms in his pocket. 

Rafe walks you to your gate but you don’t acknowledge him, even if he pushes the gates open for you.  He tries to catch your eyes but he starts to bleed with the background around you, no longer relevant enough to be looked at.

When you lock the gates, he leans on it and watches you turn away and head to your house.  Leaving without the usual cheek kisses and “see you laters”

He clears his throat.  “Uh…so, tomorrow?”  A desperate attempt to keep you with him a little longer.  

You pause and you turn to look at him with your face cold and hard, so devoid of emotions.  He never thought you’d be capable of holding such a look.  “What about tomorrow?”

He grips on the thin metal of your gate, the weathered paint chipping and clinging to his palms.  “You said you wanted to check out the ice cream parlor that just opened?”  He adds the charming smile he knows you like but your face remains blank.

“I changed my mind.”  You start to walk away again but he calls your name and you look at him with a small frown on your eyebrows.  You really wanted nothing to do with him anymore, huh?

“I’ll call you later?”

“What for?”  You cross your arms and for the first time, he is rendered speechless, his tongue heavy as he racked his brain for a response.

You’re right, what for?

Rafe shrugs while he tugs at his collar.  “I don’t know.  Don’t you like it when we call?”

You sigh.  “Goodbye, Rafe.”

He watches you leave and he tightens his grip on the gate, making the metal dig on his palms. 

“Goddammit!”

He messed up.  He messed up real bad.  And he’s not sure he can still fix this.

Not Her Man • His Girl

[ezher]

OMG IM SO GLAD SOMEONE WRITES MALE READER I BE STRUGGLING TO FIND THEM

can I request the sbg crew with a big brother figure who's like a year or two older then them?

Have a great day 💖

Father Hen

Gender: Male

Genre: Fluff with angst

Summary: a daily life with m/n who has to take care of his juniors!

Additional details: M/n has a license and rides a motor.

Warnings: Character death(the reader),swearing, also not really character death he “dies” in phantom world

A/n: I hope i made it to your liking (TvT)

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The first time the crew met m/n was when he volunteered to keep in watch of a group during their trip in savannah. He heard that they’ll give extracurricular points to whoever volunteers, he didn’t hesitate volunteering. And so he introduced himself to them.

It would be a lie if he said he didn’t have a fun time. They went to all kind of attractions and tried some local foods, he insisted on paying the food despite being almost broke. Though sometimes he had to deal with Aiden wandering around unconsciously. He had to keep him on guard because he might get lost. Another is that Tyler and Aiden keeps bickering with eachother.

Now to the sorrel weed house, he noticed how off Ashlyn acted. Constantly covering her ears and she looked tense. Out of instincts he went and asked her if she’s alright, she was about to reply when she looked horrified while looking behind him. He looked back and immediately looked away, wtf was that thing?!

Ashlyn seemed shock when she noticed he can also see it. He was about to question her when Logan looked scared and told us to look from behind. He did and boy..when I tell you that thing’s mouth stink as hell. Once it moved he quickly pushed Ashlyn behind me before it felt like the world shifted and it disappeared. He didn’t notice the throbbing pain in his arm and worried about Ashlyn more. After that they left the house and went to the motel they were assigned to go after.

He thought he was just hallucinating until I woke up to screaming from the girl’s ran and quickly ran over there. That thing was back and it tried to attack them. They formed a plan before quickly distracting the monster so that the others can escape in time to the next room. The monster was catching up to him before Ashlyn told him to move away and shoved the cart to it, Aiden being the maniac he is picked a spray bottle before spraying it.

That kid was playing with death because he suggested that they can probably fight them all. The whole situation was a mess and stressful, Tyler had an outburst after because Ashlyn didn’t tell the others about it. His hand was throbbing in pain from before but thankfully Ben knew how to patch people up because of Aiden, not much of a surprise..

Ashlyn suggested that they should take turns on keeping the place guarded, m/n being the responsible person he is suggested he should go first so that they can sleep. He was a bit surprised when everyone gathered around him and slept beside or on him. Said that they can sleep better knowing someone can protect them.

When he woke up he expected to wake up with everyone surrounding him but he was on the bed in the motel, in his room with Logan,Tyler,and Ben. Immediately he felt dizzy and vomited in the bathroom, not good..

He lied to the teachers that it was probably something they ate yesterday and went back home. He thought it was just gonna be a one time thing until it happened again but he woke up in his bed. After that he confronted the group about it and got added into a gc so that they could communicate better.

Slowly he started hanging out with them more, often at lunch or study sessions with them. Considering he’s in a higher grade he won’t be in the same classes with them but him and the others make an effort to meet up. As harsh to admit but the group was much more fun to hang out instead of the group with kids in his age. And although he felt like a mother Hen taking care of it’s chicks. He enjoyed their company nonetheless.

The group warmed up to him and often call him “brother/big bro” as a joke since he’s older. They would often go to him to either hang out,annoy him,or rant to him about their problems. Even though he’s older, they get protective tendencies with him. So does he, mess with him then you mess with the group as well. One time when he found out Logan was getting bullied by Barron, he got suspended because he decided to beat the shit out of Barron. The group visited him at his house to hang out with him.

He love those idiots and they love him. He’d do anything to protect them, heck even if he risks his life. They matter to him more than anything, and he can’t fathom what would happen if they get hurt. But…it’s also a problem for him.

‘Fuck it’s catching up, at this point it will get us..!’ He thought while riding his motorcycle, he watched the jeep infront of him trying to lose the centipede phantom. He looked to his right and noticed deserted field with large rocks ‘That’s it!’

He quickly sped his motor up and caught up with the others before driving beside Ashlyn who looked scared and worried “Ashlyn i need you to keep moving forward, don’t look back!”

Ashlyn looked at him with confused and worried eyes “What? Why-what about you?!”

“Just keep going, I’ll catch up!” He slowed his motor and went to the deserted filled before trying to catch the phantom’s attention using his motor “HEYYYY, OVER HERE!!! RIGHT HERE, COME AND GET ME FAT ASS UGLY SHIT!!!”

The others looked at m/n with worry in their eyes, Taylor tried to persuade Ashlyn to go back for him and convince him to with them instead. Ashlyn stayed quiet, not bothering to wipe her tears as she watch m/n basically doing some that is considered suicide. Tyler and Ben had to hold Taylor so that she won’t try and get out of the moving vehicle. Ashlyn watch from the back view mirror as m/n hurriedly drives away with the centipede running after him. Logan watched with horror in his eyes as he watch a friend he considers as a brother, deal with a phantom centipede on his own with a high possibility that he’ll die.

“M/N, M/N PLEASE RESPOND TO US!!!” Taylor shouted, currently the others were in the deserted filled looking for m/n. Aiden looked at Ashlyn who looked worried and guilty, guilty because she abandoned m/n despite yelling her to never look back.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” Aiden tried to comfort her until he heard Taylor let out a worried call for m/n and running to a direction. The others watch in horror by the scene, m/n covered by rocks probably because of the phantom. His head was bleeding, he was bleeding everywhere. His eyes looked lifeless, body was limp with no sign of movement at all. The others snapped back to reality before helping Taylor move the rocks from m/n. Ben hurriedly tried and patch up m/n before he could lose any more blood. He checked for a pulse, it was faint but still there they still had a ch-

Seven hours was up and everyone hurried looked at m/n whose eyes were wide, iris was block and his body was shaking and trembling like he was having a seizure. They quickly informed their parents and took him to the hospital where they treated him.

A few hours went by and the others were worried, Ashlyn had explained the situation to his dad and the other parents. The other parents had a hard time believing but due to how serious and angry Tyler & Taylor looked like when they yelled at them, they decided to believe them. They were discussing what they should do to help them until they heard nurses scurrying into the lobby.

“I need to and find-guys!” M/n yelled at the group, Taylor being the first one to stand up and tackled him into a hug. The others following suit, Taylor cried the most. Ashlyn cried too which was surprising but m/n quickly comforted her. He stood up and noticed that m/n’s parents was there looking-well..glaring at him.

He walked towards them before looking at the ground in shame, he was about to apologize until his father engulfed him in a hug “You should���ve told us..we would never judge you.”

His mother following suit “Oh my sweet boy, you must’ve been so scared and afraid..”

He sniffled before breaking down, allowing him to release all the pressure and stress he’s been holding up throughout the situation. All they had to do now was deal with the phantoms..

[optimist-pine]

Chicken

Summary: In which Daryl greatly regrets ever offering to help you.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 614

Era: The Prison

A/n: There's no dignified way to wrangle a chicken. (Source: just trust me.)

Capturing the ever-wilding fowl had been your bright idea, and you're sticking to the opinion that it's a good one - no matter what your companion's thoughts on the matter are. The crops are great, the pigs are fine, and the horses are beautiful. But the chickens have been your project from the start, and you take pride in your contribution.

At least, that's what you remind yourself as you stand here in the middle of the woods, out of breath and almost out of patience.

You take a step and startle the three birds in Daryl's direction for the umpteenth time. "If you-" You start to say.

He interrupts, "If these damn birds dun' start cooperatin' I'm eatin' chicken for dinner." He lunges for a black hen, wrapping his hands around her middle, but one of her wings isn't covered completely and it slips free, thwacking him square in the face. He recoils and drops her instinctively, cursing when she gets away again.

It's your turn to try and snatch a bird but you're finding it hard to stop laughing and your attempt is halfhearted. Daryl jumps on the opportunity, managing to hang onto the orange hen this time. Her wings are flapping like crazy and she's squawking as if he's trying to wring her neck; his arms holding her out as far from his body as possible. He's shouting at you to grab the crate to put her in, but a snort squeezes out and then another, and you're engulfed in laughter so intense you've got to hold your stomach and fight your screaming lungs for air.

You put your palm against a tree trunk for support, attempting to rein in the ridiculous sounds that your body is producing all while a chicken and a full-grown man have a mutual freakout a few steps away.

Somehow you manage to push the crate near enough to him that he can safely trap the hen. "It ain't that funny." He grumbles, giving you a squinty scowl.

"I know, I know, it shouldn't be-" You gasp around lungfuls of air.

"It ain't." He repeats.

"-but it is!" You choke. "You- you both looked ridiculous, I'm sorry!" Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. The image of Daryl and the bird in full panic mode won't move out of your mind.

He huffs, the equivalent of an eye roll. "C'mon, girl. Let's get the rest'a yer stupid birds."

When you've made it back to the prison and introduced the new chickens to the rest of the flock Daryl points at the gorgeous white rooster you'd finally managed to wrangle. "Tha' one's gonna make a great meal."

You slap his arm lightly. "You better keep your grubby paws off'a my chickens! Sides, ya can't eat 'im til we get some chicks outta 'im."

Hershel joins the two of you with a gentle smile. "How'd the chicken catching go?"

"Piece'a cake." You grin.

That same orange hen is staring Daryl right in the eye. "That's not how I would'a described it..." He says, and you swear he shudders ever so slightly.

Unfortunately (for him) you spend a lot of time around the coop, and it's not long before a strange friendship reluctantly blossoms between the man and that bird. She constantly follows him and he actively tries to avoid her. It never fails to make you smile, and soon enough he's bringing her treats and giving her pats and it's rare not to see her tailing his heels.

And fortunately (for him) the day comes when he does in fact get to eat that rooster. He's adamant that it's the best chicken he's ever tasted.

[roseofhybrids]

Hi! I really like your feral creatures au, and I think it’s neat and cute!

Tho I have a question, do N and Uzi play fight with one another? And if so do they somehow rope Doll into it?

(also a hc that I had a while ago was that adult DDs would use their wings to scoop little ones up to travel faster or avoid danger tho depending on their age, their tails would stick out (plus DDs and SDs would lay on their children like mama hens would with their chicks).

So when I saw your AU, I immediately thought of it (the wing hc)—.

Tho idk how you see the two, if this makes you uncomfy I apologize, I hope you have a good day/night! ^^

@thestarfoman The two definitely would play fight similar to how dogs and cats do. Wrestling, tug of war, chase, (probably some bird and batlike games as well) anything to pass the time in the cathedral

As for Doll...

She usually requires some "convincing" before she'll join in. Luckily, there's plenty of rubble lying around that are the perfect size for smacking someone in the back of the head with

As for wing scooping. Since N and Uzi are both able to fully fly, they probably wouldn't have a need to do it with each other. But I could certainly see them doing it with Doll, much to her chagrin.

As for how I see the two, I'm trying to keep things as canon compliant as possible up till episode 6's end. So they're as close as they are in canon. That being said, in the feral forms, their memories are a bit fuzzy and rough around the edges. It's a bit like being in a dream. There's a bunch of weird things are going on, but you just accept it all and only think to question any of it upon waking up. So, while their past events together (meeting at the spire, going to camp, holding hands as they approached the elevator) are buried. They still know this is a familiar person that they like being around.

This is also why feral Uzi still isn't a fan of Doll. She'd probably maul her if a certain someone let her

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 3 - I Ran (So Far Away)

[can also be read on AO3]

Summary: After the foot chase in Algeria, Rory tracks down Botha to the Ivory Coast where more secrets are revealed and trouble begins

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI, swearing, drinking

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC - 3rd person POV (Rory Sinclair)

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: the further continuation of Rory's story, this follows and expands upon the COD: MW2 reboot canon. Told from Rory's POV

October 29 2022 9:10 - Abidjan, Republic of Côte d'Ivoire

“So, just how many cyclists have you been clipped by these last two weeks?” 

Hidden in the seclusion of the safehouse, Rory paced a line over the rattan mat by her bed, a smirk slowly curling her lips as she slid the body of her handgun apart, eyeing down the bullet chamber, checking for debris as she prepped her weapons.

“Hardee-fuckin’-harr-harr.” Price’s hoarse voice rasped through her room from her mobile on the bed, the muffled tone of the speakerphone only adding to the burr of it. The grumble under his breath unable to escape her keen senses. “You’re just full of witty retorts today, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Two black duffels sat unzipped on the bed, piles of neatly folded clothes removed from them. An old wire fan oscillated back and forth on a table in the corner, barely able to shift the thick, stagnant air, the humidity weighing down with the cling of a damp blanket. The mosquito netting on the window sat unnaturally still, held taut by the heat, unable to flutter even as the ceiling fan fought to circulate, the mechanisms keeping it spinning left to whirr and whine with each cut of the blades.

“Can’t be helped, really. It's just one of my many charms – but you know that already.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, “Thought this was supposed to be an update, not you trying out for a bloody stand-up career.”

“A girl has to find her fun somewhere, love.” Her smile faded as she slid the pieces of her gun back into place, each realigning part clicking together. “Or perhaps I’m just trying to soften the blow…” Pausing, she chewed on her lip, dipping the tip of her tongue against the stinging split skin below. “Things didn’t exactly go as planned with Botha. He had a tail—”

“Who?”

There was the ‘need me to kill ‘em for ya?’ tone of Price’s that she was all too familiar with. He could be neck deep in his own issues and still that protective part of him, the irritable mother hen, would come to the forefront needing to keep his chicks in a row. The shepherding dog boofing out his low, gruff bark at the lamb that decided to wander astray.

“Russians. Told Botha to stay put. Of course, he ignored that and ran. Managed to track him down to the Ivory Coast.”

“You are bloody joking, yeah?”

“Wish I was.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaked with every little movement of the springs. She exhaled heavily, blowing the loose curtain of bangs that swept over her brow up and away from her forehead, steadily growing tacky with sweat. “Luckily, I’ve got Nik with me to handle the logistics issue. You needn’t worry about it, my darling, just a small bump in the road.” She slid the clip of ammo back into the pistol. “You wouldn't keep sending me off on missions on my own if you didn't think I could handle it.”

“I know you can handle it. But those bumps are why I sent Nik in with you this time. I trust a bastard like Botha ‘bout as far as I can fuckin’ throw ‘im. He’s more trouble than he’s bloody worth, Chimera contact or not.”

She hummed, “Normally I’d be in full agreement. However, the intel he does have – as slim as he’s making it appear to be – is rather interesting, especially with how things shaped up in Al Mazrah.”

“Meanin’?”

“He knew about the shipping container. Tells me he didn’t know what was inside, but I suspect that’s only because he doesn’t have the immunity yet.”

“Bollocks,” he growled, “Startin’ to feel more and more like we were the last to bloody hear about it.”

“Perhaps.” She tipped her head to the side, slipping her pistol into her waistband, tugging at her tee shirt to hide the lines of the weapon hidden underneath. “Either way, we’ll get this sorted. We always do. Besides, from what I hear you’ve already gotten a fairly good lead on things. Kate said the interrogation went well. Narcos, eh?” The muggy heat was becoming unbearable in the closet of a bedroom she had found herself cloistered away in. Padding over to the fan, pressing a hand to the wall, she hunched over it and hoped for an iota of a cool breeze. To no avail, however, as even the walls were moist, the plaster near dripping with the humectation that left everything coated in a clammy slick. 

“Narcos and bloody terrorists workin’ together. The lowest of the low stirrin’ up shit to hit the fan.”

“Birds of a feather,” Rory muttered, rolling her eyes and wiping her hand across her brow. “Can’t say I’m entirely surprised. Only a matter of time, really. War on Terror, War on Drugs– they’ve a common enemy.”

A low affirmative grunt rumbled in response. “Just don’t let this thing with Botha drag out too long. Get him under protection, do it fast, and head out. Got more important things to worry about and I can put you to better use than babysitting a wanker like him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Tha’s my good girl.”

Collecting the mobile from her bed, she took it off speaker and brought it to her ear, lazing in front of the fan as much as she could.  “And maybe don’t send me away to an entirely different continent while you just so happen to be in a city with a legal redlight district next time, eh?”

“Oi, cheeky li’l thing. This is work,‘s not like that.”

“I suppose that’s true. Can’t blame me for being just a little jealous though, can you?” Her hand brushed through the underside of her bob, fluffing up the hair despite the wet heat of her sweat that coated the tresses. “Perhaps someone with the subtlety of Simon should step into these sorts of situations instead,” she said, smirking at her own smartass statement.

“Had quite enough of your sass, my girl. Don’t make me have to give you a stern talking to—”

Giggling, she tipped her head to hold her mobile to her shoulder as she lifted the front of her shirt and let the fan blow at the skin underneath. “I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise. Let you know if anything else goes sideways, shall I?”

“Good. Keep in contact.”

“Will do,” she murmured, “Be safe, love.”

In the doorway, Nikolai lifted his knuckles to the wood of the frame, giving it a sharp knock. “Made contact. He's got a burner now that he knows he's being followed.”

“Bloody fool shouldn't have run in the first place,” Rory replied, returning to her phone call. “Best be off, give you a ring later.” And with that she ended her call, readjusting herself to stalk down her newest prey, brushing out the lines in her clothing that gave away her predator status. “Right, no better time than the present.”

Rory leaned back in the passenger seat, elbow resting in the open window of the jeep’s door, the breeze blowing through her hair and rushing past her ears as Nikolai drove. The streets of Abidjan were lined on either side with small cars. Scooters and cyclists zipped past them while buses slowed their journey along with the pedestrians that flowed out onto the roadway. The skyline was broken by worn down apartment and office buildings. Awnings and umbrellas covered the sidewalk in shade, as acacias shivered amongst the urban sprawl. 

She was no stranger to the nations that had been sucked into the blackhole that was colonialism and imperialism. The countries of the Southern Hemisphere were often left to their own devices, used for their natural resources, and their problems otherwise ignored. War, famine, disease. And she was a part of the problem all the same. Wore a tac vest with the patch of the Union Jack on it, well aware that Queen and country had a lot to answer for. The empire on which the sun never set had more than benefitted from keeping those in its dominion under its heel. Reminding herself of that fact certainly helped keep her grounded, kept her eyes open to the bad, the downright corrupt, and the dirty rotten things that governments kept hidden for the “sake of its people”.

“Tell me again, just how did you get caught up with a man like Botha, Nik?”

He glanced over at her, a slight smirk curling at the corner. The hint of a grin that said a mountain’s worth more than words. “Sure you really want the answer to that? Some things are better left secret, no?”

Over the course of her years with Price and as a special forces operative, Rory had learned that it was sometimes better to keep the nose clean, to not go digging where allies were concerned. Secrets, the truth behind them, were a powerful thing. To make an alliance fruitful, not looking the gift horse in the mouth was often the best course of action, but only with those who had already proved their salt. And Nik was certainly one of those rare few.

“Suppose that's fair considering you don't go digging around in my dirty laundry, eh? Lord knows all the nasty little tidbits you could drudge up. Got Price and I by the short and curlies, don’t you?”

“Captain probably wouldn't like me sniffing around your ‘knickers’ anyhow,” he said with a low chuckle.

Rory groaned at the vulgarity of the joke. “Tosser.” Snickering, she pulled out her cigarette case, slipping two between her lips and lighting them both, she passed one to the Russian at her side, offering him a hit of their shared addiction.

“Spasebo.” Taking a drag of the cigarette, he blew the smoke out the open window, letting the grey puff burst out towards the overcast sky. “He acts as the pipeline between the Middle East and Africa. Has for years. If you want something done discreet, Botha will do it.”

“Discreet? That is not the word I would have chosen to describe him.”

“He knows how to make an impression.” Nikolai sat behind the wheel stiffly, his stocky build looking cramped as he shrugged his shoulders a little. “Grows on you.”

“A bit like black mold then, eh?” Puffing on her cigarette, she watched the people around her going about their lives. Meanwhile, there was another world around them that worked in conjunction yet separate. One where spies and soldiers, criminals and terrorists all ran amuck amongst each other and got the innocent caught in the crossfire. She wouldn’t say heroes and villains, that was a childish way of viewing all the shades of grey that their world was doused in, everyone was the enemy of someone else, each one of them lifted up on a pedestal by their prospective country as if the things they had done were worthy of praise. Could one debate that some were better than others, better intentions? Possibly. But that wasn’t her place, not anymore. Not with the things she had done.

“And so I assume Botha’s done some discreet work for you in the past then?”

“Freedom fighters don’t get an entire arsenal behind them. I trust him enough. If he has a reason to run, we should listen.”

The Jeep pulled up outside a hole in the wall bar attached to a small strip of business with a worn down convenience store attached. It was quiet, a near empty parking lot. All was clear, but Rory still had the warning alarms dinging in her head. A vast career spanning a decade and a half had more than honed her to be wary of certain situations. She scanned the exterior, checking for anything out of the ordinary, yet nothing seemed to stand out other than the fact that it was too calm, like the eye of a storm. The electric spark of static in the atmosphere made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up despite being slick with sweat.  Glancing over at Nik, their eyes met, and they both had a look that said they were waiting for something to pop off. 

“Go on. I’ll be on lookout.” He slipped the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, maintaining the relaxed disposition while giving her a small grin. “And getaway driver.”

“Thanks, Nik.”

She climbed out of the vehicle and made her way across the parking lot, hands tucked into the back pockets of her jeans, trying to appear nonchalant, and not like she was on high alert. Having a tail meant that a person was on someone’s watchlist, keeping an eye on every little movement. That was a dangerous place to be, like being trapped under the scope of a sniper and never knowing when the shot will come.  

The door to the bar creaked open, daylight cutting through the cloudy haze of cigarette smoke that was held captive within the cramped container, curling and twisting in the air like mist on a November morning. God, she could only wish. Nodding at the bartender as she passed, he barely lifted his head from his spread out newspaper on the counter to look up at her – clearly it wasn’t a place that saw a lot of business. Must have been a cover. The one lone patron sat at a table in the dark corner, his shoulders hunched. The cocky way he had about him having since been diluted now that he was a man on the run.

“Bit early for a drink, don’t you think?” Rory purred.

Her boots thumped over the old bar floor, the tiles chipped and cracking, as she moved towards the table Botha sat at while drinking a lager beer. Looking up at her, dark circles marred his under eyes, his clothes more rumpled than before, appearing exhausted and less than enthused to see her. The music was a tinny blare from the old speaker system hung on the walls, loose wires twisted and curled along the wood panelling, poorly blended in with strings of fairy lights and all held in place with thumbtacks of assorted colours. The advertisements playing over the radio were several decibels louder than the actual music itself, likely a helpful distraction from whatever self-pitying thoughts were circulating in Botha’s head. 

She slid into the seat across from him and he raised a hand, signalling to the barkeep for another drink. “I’m not in the mood, thanks.”

“It’s not for you, it’s for me,” he snarled.

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking over her shoulder as another glass of golden lager was brought over and slid in front of the South African. “You ran. Told you not to.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one with Russians following you about.”

“He says to the soldier who’s been dealing with them for the last five years,” she said flippantly, lifting her brow and rolling her eyes.

Lifting the glass to his mouth, he gulped back the rest of his drink, the foam clinging to the facial hair around his lips. Wiping his hand down his mouth, he pushed the empty glass aside before grabbing the full one, drowning himself in beer. “This isn’t the bullshit army roleplay you’re used to, where it’s a bunch of fat assholes posturing and dealing in backroom handshakes. These are the fringe fucks who believe they have a just cause. The scary pieces of shit who don’t make deals, the type that don’t sign peace treaties.”

Shifting in her seat, her brows knit together and she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “So then who’s after you? Who are we really supposed to be protecting you from?”

Botha tapped his knuckles on the table, his glass hitting the coaster with a heavy thud. “Where’s Nik?”

“Outside, he’s keeping an eye on things,” she said, tipping her head towards the door. “In case someone decides to do a runner again.”

His dark eyes flickered to the door and then shifted back to focus on her, the woman he was meant to put his trust in, rely upon to keep him breathing. “Russian PMC.”

“Who?” She murmured, leaning in closer. 

The light from the sconce that hung above their heads cut dark shadows across her features, the smoky bar a haze of humidity that made the air thick, clouded like the drink in Botha’s glass, the condensation dripping down it the same way sweat rolled down the curve of her spine.

“Konni. Heard of ‘em?”

She froze, jaw clenching tightly, her gaze suddenly focused on the wood grain of the table they sat at. Of course she’d heard of them, Price and Soap were directly responsible for getting Konni’s commander imprisoned in a gulag after a mission in Verdansk.

“In passing.”

“Well, I’m guessing by the way your jaw just clicked you know all too well.”

With a heaved sigh and a thick swallow, she uttered a word that made her teeth grit and a sneer curl her lip. “Ultranationalists.” 

The former commander of Konni – one Vladimir Makarov – was a member of Barkov’s forces, the force that had invaded Urzikstan and committed atrocities against its citizenry, including the use of chemical weapons. Terrorists in their own right. At least when it came to AQ she could understand why they came into being, founded in justified anger. Barkov and his legions, on the other hand, simply believed it was their right, protecting “Mother Russia” from external, and unseen, threats.

He nodded and took another gulp of his drink, rubbing the backside of his hand across his nose. “Ones who got their hands on ballistic missiles and handed them off to the first madman they could.”

“Fuck,” she muttered quietly, hardly more than a whisper. Her fingers raked through her hair, scrubbing at her scalp to ease the tension headache she could feel building.

“I don’t know how they got their hands on them in the first place, but if you’ve got the likes of Konni and AQ shaking hands with each other…”

She stabbed her tongue into her cheek, connecting dots in her head. “Then we’re looking at a lot of casualties.” 

“I’m looking at a loss of customers,” he grumbled, staring into the contents of his glass.

Her thoughtful gaze snapped towards him with a glare. “Beg your fucking pardon? Customers,” she snapped.

“Yeah… I’m not out here playing hero army men like you are. I got dragged into this shit against my fokken will.”

“How did they find out that you had something to leak?” Her glare didn’t lessen, keeping him prisoner under the deadlock stare of her hazel eyes. 

Botha shifted in his seat, scratching the underside of his beard before stretching his arms out across the wood of the table. “Zayani came to me first to make a deal, to get him into the United States. Needed to move some heavy cargo along with him. Told him that I couldn’t, it’s not something I do.” He sneered and ran his hand through his hair, pushing back the loose waves that had fallen forward. “He went to Valeria instead.”

“Valeria? Who or what is that?”

“She’s trouble, like you. Mexican cartel. Las Almas.”

Rory sighed heavily and closed her eyes, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. “No one would suspect a terrorist sneaking past the border from Mexico.”

“Hassan’s on some bloody crusade against America because of what happened with Ghorbrani – crazy fucker took the general’s death very personally.” 

“What about AQ?” she asked, rubbing her hand down her face, mopping away the glisten of sweat that had coated her skin in a thin layer. “Why are they helping him if he’s working with Russian ultranationalists? Seems a bit counterproductive.”

“He feeds them weapons. Makes the same sort of speeches the Wolf and the Butcher did. Stirs them up like an angry hornet’s nest and lets them take care of the dirty work. They’ll die for him.”

“All so Iran can plead innocent. Christ almighty.” Her hands dug through the underside of her tresses once more, tugging at the strands. “Right, fine.” She retrieved her mobile from her pocket. “You stay put. I need to make a call.” Stepping away from the table, Rory moved to the short hall that led to the washrooms, scanning through her contacts to find Laswell’s number. This was becoming a bigger problem than what had originally been expected. Another mission filled with conspiratorial parties and shady dealings. It never ended.

The feeling that all was not right still needled at her as she waited for Laswell to pick up. The call failing to be answered before the crash of glass metres away drew Rory’s attention. 

The spotlight of day blasted into the bar room, the smoke billowing out into the world, finally released like the genie from a bottle. Gunshots filled the air from a firefight going on outside, drowning out the sound of the music playing and causing the barman to finally react quicker than a snail’s pace by ducking under the counter.

Running, she slid across the floor over to the table where Botha hid below, rattled. “Stay down,” she hissed, noticing the body that lay unmoving on the floor surrounded by the shattered remains of the window he must have crashed through. “You’ll be safe as houses.” The door to the bar burst open once more and Nik came crashing in, his knuckles already bloody and carrying a weapon he certainly didn’t have before. “We’ve got trouble, Sinclair,” he said, tone still seemingly unperturbed.

“I can see that, yes.”

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Hi, could you do either Billy Hargrove or Eddie Munson reacting to seeing their s/o who usually doesn’t like children, interact with a baby/toddler who they actually like? Maybe the s/o was hesitant at first but then the baby just became really attached to them? Ty <3

Little Chickadees

(Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 889

A/N: Full disclosure, I really wanted to write both Eddie and Billy, but Billy's version has taken on two very different paths, so I need a bit more time with his. One is a little more wholesome and fluffy while the other is on the serious side. I'll link the fluffy one with this post, but not sure about the other since it won't have the same tone.

Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoy it!

“Eddie, you literally hang out with children all the time!” you said, exasperated.

He gripped his chest as if in pain. “Ouch!”

You groaned. “You know what I mean. It’s just…Kids don’t like me, and I don’t like them. It’s a mutual dislike.”

You were rambling at this point, and both of you knew it.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend, but because he was such a sweetheart, he had volunteered both of you for the petting zoo at the Fourth of July carnival. And where there were fuzzy, adorable creatures, there were screaming, crying kids.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad!” He flopped beside you on his bed. “You technically don’t even have to watch them. That’s what their parents are for. You just have to make sure no one loses a finger to a goat.”

“That’s not helping,” you said.

“Or lets an alpaca loose.”

“Eddie!” You threw a pillow at him.

“Alright!” he laughed, “Alright, I’ll stop.”

You played with the chain hanging from his jeans.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing your knee. “But we should probably head over. I know how much you hate being late.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

He offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers to lead you to his van.

You wished it had taken longer to get there. You would have rather listened to Eddie ramble about the most recent campaign than deal with the children of Hawkins.

At least the animals would distract you.

The baby goats were adorable, but you couldn’t help wincing when they bumped their heads together.

Baby ducks and chicks were waddling around in their pens, and the alpacas were corralled in fencing where visitors could see them.

“Think anyone'd mind if I took one of these guys home?” Eddie asked, holding one of the baby ducks.

You gave him a soft smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “As much as I would love to see you play mother hen—or mother duck—I think stealing isn’t exactly the right answer.”

He puckered his lips in thought. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He set it back in its pen. “And with my luck, it’d probably like Uncle Wayne more than me.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to settle for me.”

You went to pull away, but he quickly caught you around your waist to kiss you properly.

“There’s no settling when you’re the most amazing person I know,” he said into your hair.

Your heart beat a little faster the longer he stared. He always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And you counted yourself grateful you found someone as kind and loving as him.

“Love you,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Love you, too.”

Excited shouts and giggles drifted as the kids bounded to the petting zoo.

“Show time,” Eddie said, reluctantly pulling away.

You sighed for what felt like the tenth time. “Yeah, yeah.”

When you got to the main area, Eddie showed some little boys the goats. And when one of them headbutted Eddie’s leg, the boys all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

And you briefly caught Eddie biting his lip to keep the groan back. He’d definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

Someone tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Holly Wheeler stood there with her head tilted back.

“Hey, Holly. Where’s your mom?” you asked.

She pointed to her right, where her parents were having what looked like a disagreement.

“Okay,” you nodded, “why don’t we look at the baby chickens? How does that sound?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Alright, Holls.” You gently picked up one of the chicks. “Sit next to me, and you can pet him.”

You both sat on a hay bale, and Holly was transfixed by the creature.

“Just use one finger and be super careful,” you said.

She slowly ran her finger down the chick's back, barely any pressure applied.

“Soft,” she mumbled, a content smile on her face.

“You like him?”

She nodded again, starting her path from the beginning. The chick lowered its head, eyes closing as the repetitive motion put him to sleep.

You grinned. “Looks like he feels safe with you, Holly.”

She giggled but stopped petting him, not wanting to wake him up.

“Let’s put him back with his friends. Wanna see the ducks next?”

She was standing by their pen in an instant.

Her interaction with the ducks went much the same. And soon enough, Mrs. Wheeler called Holly back and gave you a wave of thanks.

You had just put the duck back when Eddie sidled up beside you.

“Kids don’t like you, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You rolled your eyes. “It was a fluke.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded as if it made perfect sense. “S’why you were so good with her, right?”

You pinched his side lightly. “Holly’s a sweet kid. Not like your little demons.” You nodded toward the group of boys now at the alpacas.

He shook his head slightly. “That goat had it out for me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side.

He kissed the side of your head. “Knew you’d be fine.”

You faced him. “Whatever you say, Dungeon Master.”

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Hi! Can I please request a fic for Shane X GN Farmer, who has absence seizures. Please and thank you

★ a thousand yard stare - shane x epileptic!farmer ★

word count: 1.1k

warnings: medical episode, shane panicking, internalized ableism

summary: shane has a surprise for you as a means to thank you for being such a major part of his life and his mental health journey. however, a brief moment of you blinking out of reality sends him panicking and you soon have to confirm something you’ve hidden since moving to stardew valley

a/n: request #3 for my write-a-thon! a bit angsty but has a happy ending :3

You entered the small coop connected to Marnie’s ranch, grasping a letter from Shane about needing to see you- as he put it- “as soon as humanly possible”. The musing of hens and roosters clucking filled the room, their little heads bobbing about while they roamed their home. You saw chickens, but no Shane. A frown formed on your face, “Shane? Are you here?”

A series of clashing and banging suddenly erupted, “(Y/N)! One second!” soon, a paint covered Shane emerged from his spot, an angry looking chick squirming in his hands. You blinked in surprise, “Are you okay?” you approached the part-time rancher, examining the paint splatters.

“I’m fine,” answered Shane. The chick in his hands began to chirp aggressively, “Don’t ruin the surprise,” he reprimanded the little chicken.

“Surprise?” you inquired. Pink dusted his cheeks and Shane cleared his throat awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been a major part of my mental health journey,” his voice quivered, “You were there for me when I was at my lowest and now, I’m finally on the right track and I-”

The chick interrupted him with a peeved chirp, “Okay, okay, I’ll get to the point,” the gruffy man chastised the chick, “(Y/N), I don’t know how to thank you enough for being one of my biggest supporters,” Shane held up the chick to you, “but I hope this suffices.”

The chick leapt out of Shane’s hands and onto yours, a giggle escaping your lips while the chick nuzzled into your palm, “What a cutie,” you complimented the fuzzy critter, “Do they have a name?” you asked Shane.

“No,” was his response, “She’s only a few weeks old. I wanted to give you the chance to name her.”

You smiled at Shane and looked down at your new chicken, “You sure seem to be cuddly and sweet with me, but not with poor Shane who raised you these past few weeks,” you swore you saw the chick duck her head in shame at your comment, “TsuTsu will be your name.”

“TsuTsu?” the rancher eyed you up.

“After the tsundere trope in anime,” you elaborated, “Aggressive and mean on the outside to those they don’t trust and sweet and kind to those they do.”

“A perfect name then,” Shane stared down at TsuTsu, who stared back almost angrily. You snorted at the staring contest, “You two are such-” your voice suddenly cut itself off.

“(Y/N)?” Shane called out to you. He got no response, as you remained motionless. TsuTsu chirped with worry at her new owner’s state. Shane grasped your shoulders, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” your eyes were glossy, a blank stare on your face.

Again, no response. Panic struck Shane in the chest, as he attempted to make contact with you, “Please, (Y/N), what’s happening?! Are you okay?”

And just like that, you snapped back into reality, “You two are such a silly pair,” you finished your previous sentence. Shane let out a deep sigh of relief, “Oh my Yoba, you’re okay,” and sat down on the hay covered floor. You joined him on the floor, TsuTsu perched on your shoulder, and asked him, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“Am I alright?” Shane let out a pained laugh, “You just lost contact with the world for almost a minute!” he exaggerated. To Shane, it felt like a minute, but in reality, it was only fifteen seconds or so.

“Oh,” you bowed your head to conceal your embarrassment, “I never told you, I have absence seizures.”

“Absence seizures?” he frowned.

“Yeah,” you began to explain, “It’s a type of epilepsy. Sometimes I have moments where I “blank out” because my brain misfires. It’s my normal.”

Shane’s face softened, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t want people to make a big deal out of it,” you confessed, “And it’s not like the kind of epilepsy where you drop to the floor, spasming. I don’t need people pitying me or trying to dismiss my reality, you know?”

“Yeah,” he gave you a sad smile, “I get that, actually. It makes sense why you wouldn’t want to tell anyone,” the smile turned to a frown, “What if you have one in front of someone who doesn’t know? Wouldn’t you end up in a worst situation like they call Harvey or make a big scene out of it?”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” you replied, “Harvey’s aware, too. He’s the one who prescribed me my anticonvulsants.”

“You scared me,” Shane admitted, “You really scared me.”

Now, it was your turn to be remorseful, “I’m… I’m sorry for scaring you, Shane. Truly, I am. You’re one of my closest friends,” Well, maybe more than a friend, “And I do trust you, I just wanted to have some privacy with my disability instead of enduring the same treatment like how it was in ZuZu City.”

Shane ran his hands through his unkempt hair, “I understand,” he laughed softly, “I think out of everyone in this town, I understand that the most.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “You are, you are the one who understands those feelings and concerns the most.”

Shane leaned forward and touched his forehead to yours, “Promise me that you’ll be careful, okay? I know you can’t control this, but at least have some form of medical identification on so people can help you when it happens.”

“Like a medical bracelet?” you pondered the idea, “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Shane pulled back and smiled at you, “You mean a lot to me. I want you to be safe and okay.”

“I extend the same to you,” you responded. Shane got up from the floor and held out a hand, you took it and pulled yourself up with TsuTsu cemented to your shoulder, “I do have one more surprise, though.”

“Oh? What is it?” you raised your eyebrows.

Shane rummaged through his work out jacket pockets and pulled out two shiny tickets, “I’m taking you to your first Tunnelers game tonight.”

“What?!” you gawked, “Really? How come?”

“Just another way I want to say thank you for being you,” he grasped your hand in his free one and squeezed it, “And I don’t know… maybe something special will happen.”

Your heart fluttered and with a sudden surge of confidence, you pecked him on the cheek, “I can’t wait.” you carefully plucked TsuTsu off your shoulder, “I gotta get back to the farm, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Shane’s face was as red as a tomato, “Yeah, tonight, I’ll see you then,” he then waved you off when you left the coop and promptly plopped back down on the floor. Charlie, his beloved chicken, walked over and situated him in Shane’s lap.

“I guess I have a chance,” he muttered to himself, a hand pressed against the cheek you kissed, “I have a chance.”

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 4

It had only been a couple of days since Paul had taken Y/N out for lunch. They had plans for a second date, but George had other ideas. The next time Y/N went to watch the Beatles perform he asked her what she would like to do at 2 the next day.

"I don't know, George. A restaurant would be great--"

"Gardening!" George cheered, clapping his hands together.

"Gardening?" She asked, a little confused.

"Exactly!" He chirped, packing up his guitar. John was out in the crowd signing autographs and hitting on the young girls. Paul watched the two chat, but he kept his distance, wanting George to be happy. The two had been friends for a long time and he hoped George would find the right person for him. Since George was the baby brother of the group, he always felt he had to protect him. He was a mother hen protecting his baby chick. To him that saying was weird and he hated it and anyways...Ringo patted George on the back.

"You said she wasn't your bird, Georgie." Ringo laughed, putting his arm around George's shoulder.

"She-She I mean..." Geroge stuttered, his face turning red like his fast-beating heart.

"I think what George meant to say was that he just asked me out." Y/N cut in. Ringo raised an eyebrow at her.

"Seems you got a good one, George," Ringo smirked, looking at Y/N. "She speaks up when you can't!"

"Ringo!" Geroge snapped as their shorter bandmate ran over to Paul. George huffed but looked happily at Y/N.

"Pick me up at 2 tomorrow?" She asked with a grin. He nodded and walked back to the rest of the group. After waving his goodbye to the ladies, John looked at Y/N. John decided to walked up to her.

"How's it going, Y/N." He smirked, as the girls screamed behind him.

"Are both you and Paul using me as a jealousy plea or something?" She asked, with her hands on her hips.

"Maybe. It's fun either way." He laughed, looking at the girls.

"As long as you're own broad isn't getting jealous." She remarked, giving him a sly grin. John's face turned red.

"Who says I have one." He said, crossing his arms. "Does anybody have a fag?" (In Britain they call smokes "fags")

"I do, but you have to earn them," Y/N said.

"George did find a good one now didn't he," John remarked, turning to head towards the band. He was so lively, just like their films and videos suggested. It still was weird to see him this young. Before everything, but this was her job. Stop the Beatles from breaking up. Their early career didn't have much issue, so she could rest easy for awhile.

"I'll see you later." She said, waving as he walked away. She needed to get to know them all. That would be the only way...to save them

The next day, she was prepared for the date. She touched up her hair, put on a little makeup, and a lime green dress. She wasn't going to have her first date all over again. After what felt like an hour, George knocked on the door. Y/N rushed downstairs to greet him. Opening the door she saw the tall man standing in the doorway. He wore an elegant suit and tie, as black as night. His brown hair glistened in the light.

"Hiya!" George smirked. His goofy grin made her cheeks turn red.

"Hi." She said, quietly. "We're gardening in a dress and suit?" He laughed.

"It's the best way." He remarked. He bowed and extended his hand. She took it, even more flustered. As they walked outside of her apartment building. George walked with Y/N down the busy streets. Everyone watched the young happy, "couple" prance around. It had been at least an hour's walk when they arrived at a small greenhouse. George led the way, picking up any supplies they needed as he went. The place must have been located on a farm or something. The place was beautiful, everything was so lush.

"Wow, George." She gasped at the scenery. George had his head buried deep in a barrel of seed packets. He suddenly poked his head up with two packets in his hands.

"Are you ready to plant?" He asked, walking up to the greenhouse door. She nodded, her heart rate increasing with excitement. He opened the door revealing the plants and flowers that grew in the greenhouse. Colors danced across the tinted windows and vegetation over took the floor with its vines. Getting on his knees, George put on his work gloves. Y/N did the same, trying to sneak a glance at the seed packets George had picked out. He purposely tried to hide them.

"What are we planting, Georgie?" Y/N teased, making George blushed.

"Ringo, I swear if you dressed up as a girl..." George began to laugh. Taking out a small shovel, George dug a small hole. He handed Y/N a seed packet.

"Tomatoes?" She asked, looking at the packet. George nodded.

"My mum needs some. Mr. Benson let's me use his greenhouse for planting, which I where I plant...well, plants." He giggled. Tearing the packet open, George helped Y/N figure out how many they needed to plant. Dropping seeds into the dirt holes, they covered them up. George got a watering can and he poured a little on each section. They opened the next packet which were some flowers. Sunflower packets to be specific. They repeated their process from earlier and finally they sat on the dirt and relaxed.

"You know I like to eat these. I used to order them..." Y/N trailed off. They didn't have online delivery services yet, they didn't even have the online part.

"Sunflower seeds?" George asked, a look of surprise on his face. He ignored the last part of her statement.

"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Strange. I've never eaten sun flower seeds before." He explained, looking at the sunflowers he had planted.

"You should try it sometime." She smirked, George smiled back at her. He paused for a moment thinking.

"Here comes the sun..." He murmured, looking at the sunflower seed packet.

"Is that a song you wrote?" Y/N asked. He shook his head.

"Could be a good starting point though." He said, closing his eyes. "Hopefully I can remember it."

"I can help with that." She mused, as his eyes fluttered open.

"Thanks." He said, as they sat quietly. The two began a staring contest that felt like it went on for hours.

"Just give it up, George. I have eyes that can last forever." She said, with an intense stare.

"I think maybe you should." He shrugged, his stare relaxed. Finally, after sometime Y/N blinked.

"How'd you beat me?" She asked, confused.

"All I had to do was not tire my eyes through your fancy intense staring." He laughed, as Y/N punched him in the arm. "We should head back, probably."

"Not until you play me a song." She smirked. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Do I look like I have my guitar?" He asked, motioning to the empty space.

"You can sing, can't you?" She asked.

"Not in the band." He said, fiddling his thumbs.

"I don't care about the band. I care about you." She said, putting a hand on his. George's face turned bright pink.

"I mean I had this idea..." He trailed off, clearing his throat.

"Let me tell you how it will be

There's one for you, nineteen for me 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman..."

He sang about taxes which made Y/N laugh. George probably hadn't even had to worry about taxes until the beginning of last year or so.

"So it seems you like it." He laughed, giving her dreamy faced look.

"What no! I loved it!" She giggled, leaning over to give him a hug. He embraced her friendliness.

"Are we going now?" He asked, the two still laughing.

"Sure, Georgie." She said. This time George didn't object to the nickname. He walked her back to her apartment and they held hands. Any girl that happened to recognize George looked at Y/N in disbelief. That's right, she had gone on a date with George Harrison and Paul McCartney! No one even knew that she wasn't even from the 60s but rather the 2000s and beyond. It was crazy to think after only being here a few days and everything had already blown out of proportion. George waved goodbye, as she closed the door to her apartment. Maybe, it wouldn't be too hard to keep them together if she just dated all of them. The thought made her laugh. Suddenly, a knock came on the door. She went to open it and in the doorway was...

John Lennon

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Coffee X afab!Reader

Synopsis: In the middle of the night when her insomnia kicks in, MC decides to visit the kitchen where she meets a certain blonde.

Word Count: 732

It was a peaceful night. The luminescent glow of the full moon seeped through the thin curtains of every room in the mansion. All the residents were fast asleep except for a young girl. The female squirmed in her bed, thrashing and moving about, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. But no matter what she does, she just can't find the right way to fall asleep.

"Ugh... Damn insomnia. Of all times, why does it have to be now?" a soft groan escaped [Y/n]'s lips as she sat up on her bed. "I just hope that a glass of hot milk would help me with this," she muttered to herself and hopped off the bed.

[Y/n] quietly exited her room to make sure she didn't wake any of her sleeping food souls. She made sure to take small, quiet steps down the hall. Once she reached the first floor of the mansion, the [h/c]ette then made her way to the kitchen.

"Huh? Did someone leave the lights open?" [Y/n] wondered when she saw the dim light from the kitchen. "Maybe it's just Amacchi or Shocchi..."

A loud yawn escaped [Y/n]'s mouth while covering it with her hand, and a bead of tears emerged from the corners of her closed eyes. Once she entered the kitchen, she was greeted with the sweet fragrance of coffee.

"Why are you still awake, [Y/n]? It's already past midnight."

That voice. That soothing and calm voice. She instantly recognized it and knew that it doesn't belong to any of the Tofu brothers. The teen opened her eyelids and her [e/c] orbs landed on sapphire ones.

"Kohin...?" she rubbed her tired eyes to verify the person in front.

"Who else could it be?" the blonde smiled, trudging over her and patting her bedhead a bit. "Can't sleep? Are you having insomnia?"

"You could say that," the girl produced another tired yawn once again. "I can't sleep so I'm about to have some hot beverage to drink in case it will help me sleep."

"I see. Want me to make some for you then?" Coffee inquired, putting down his cup on the marble counter before opening the cupboard and taking the bag of milk out.

"Yes please," [Y/n] tiredly replied as she sat on a stool and watched as Coffee did the work. "Kohin~"

"Yes?"

"Please don't stay up too late, okay? I don't want you to overexert yourself."

Coffee paused to look back at his master, the surprise was written all over his face after hearing her statement. But then he continued to do his work while the girl continued talking.

"I knew that business is quite a hassle recently especially when we have a ton of delivery to do. And I'm not dumb to not know that you're always tired in the morning," she stated matter-of-factly, her half-lidded eyes boring holes into the male's soul. "And not to mention that deep eyebags you have under your eyes."

The blonde sighed in defeat and massaged his temple. He knew that he can never hide his condition from his master's sharp and observant gaze. She's like a mother hen always watching over her chicks.

"You're not faring that well either, [Y/n]," he chuckled as he served her the hot milk. "You also have bags under your eyes."

"You do know the reason for that though," [Y/n] laughed, thanking him afterward and blowing some air into the drink before taking a sip.

The older male sat beside the [h/c]ette. He watched over the girl while she drank her hot beverage carefully. Serene silence befell upon the two of them and a moment later, while Coffee was finishing his last ounce of coffee, he noticed that the girl had fallen asleep. The empty cup was just beside her, with her arms on the counter that acts as a cushion for her head. Her face was tilted to the side, lips slightly parted with light snores emitting from it. The blonde admired the peaceful slumber [Y/n] was in. He gently caressed her [h/c] tresses and brushed them away from her eyes before slowly leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on her cheeks.

"Good night, [Y/n]. Sweet dreams," he whispered as he draped his brown, office coat over her small body.

[enkisstories]

Karlie: "You! I saw you in Black Spire a while ago! You spoke highly of the First Order... And now you're here to rescue me? So your propaganda was just an act, I take it? Wait, your glasses! Are you... are you maybe the mystery slicer? I thought..."

Gavin: *clears throat*

Hank: "Shush, Gav! - Yes, I'm with the resistance and I'm the mystery slicer. Who did you think they were?"

Karlie: "I didn't believe they existed at all. I mean, Gavin here supplied us with all the secret First Order codes, so there wouldn't be the need to hire a slicer."

Hank: "Ga...vin? OUR Gavin? This Gavin here?"

Gavin: "N..."

Karlie: "Yes, the exact same! You two never met before? You've both helped us so much!"

Hank: "You want to follow me behind the house. I don’t want moles in my yard."

Gavin: "I want to... No, I don't want to follow you! Yet my feet keep moving, trailing after you like a chick after the hen... Can't you just say "By the power of the Dark Side, follow me" or something?"

Hank: "Don't make me chuckle."

[innalheid]

hey. hey. everybody suggest names for my plants in the replies while I'm at work

I dont care if we have never spoken to each other I just need names for my plants

[forgedobsidian]

pretty sure these two are a type of haworthia but I don’t know for sure?? any guesses??

[floral-and-fine]

Linger pt. 3

Beorn x female reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Beorn and the reader settle into living together after The Battle of the Five Armies.

Warnings: lemon

A/n: Thank you @luna-xial and @ewokiee for the help. This is pretty cute and full of some domestic fluff. It is 100% fact that Beorn’s love language is acts of service. Enjoy!

You sat at the large table, chin resting on hand as you swung legs back and forth. Living with Beorn was very comfortable, in fact, it was too comfortable.

After returning to his home, Beorn treated you as a welcomed guest, which was fine at first, but you weren’t his guest anymore and he wasn’t your host. The two of you were supposed to be living together, which meant his home was now your home, and that also meant the chores of the household should be your responsibility as well.

You weren’t exactly sure how to approach the subject, you knew that he was just treating as he thought was best. That this was his way of showing how much he cared for you. But from morning to night, he did everything, unintentionally making you feel useless from the sidelines.

Every morning, Beorn prepared breakfast, served it to you, then fed all his animals and gathered eggs from the chicken coop. By the afternoon, you could find him chopping the wood for the fire or tending to the garden before setting the table for lunch. It wasn’t until after dinner that Beorn would rest. He’d sit in his big chair and pull you onto his lap. His hand would absentmindedly play with your hair or run up and down your back as the two of you snuggled.

You wished more of your day could be spent together like that. While he completed chores, you were left to your own devices. Of course, he welcomed your company as he worked, he’d listen as you talked or watch as you played with the chickens, but you knew you could do so much more to help him. Not to mention, if you were doing your part, both of you would have more time to spend together, doing things besides watching him work.

Although, it’s not that you never wanted to sit and watch him work, it was quite a sight, how his strong arms lifted that heavy ax so effortlessly, or how his back muscles would flex when stretched after crouching over the garden. Your cheeks heated up as you pictured him.

But overall, there had to be some kind of balance.

You bit your lip, mulling over the list of chores you created in your head. There were things that you couldn’t possibly do, like chopping wood with that giant ax, but you could feed the animals, wash the laundry, clean up after meals, care for the garden. You figured he could continue serving breakfast since he woke up earlier than you anyways, but you could take over lunch, and perhaps you and him could take turns with dinner.

Nodding to yourself, you got to your feet and headed outside to find him. You hoped it wouldn’t hurt his feelings to suggest this, you appreciated everything he does for you but it was no longer necessary for him to work so hard all alone. All you wanted was to help take care of him and your home as much as he wanted to do the same for you.

You found Beorn near the chicken coop, he was busy feeding the hens and little chicks. You walked up to him, your hands tightly wringing your skirts.

Hearing your approach, he paused from his work and turned to face you.

“Need something Honey Bee?”  Beorn asked with a soft smile. “Hungry?”

You shook your head, before reaching out and taking his large hand in yours, and with the other you took the sack of feed from him. “Bear, I want to help.”

He tilted his head and then looked back at the chickens, “There’s no need, already fed them all.”

You sighed, “I mean I want to help with all the chores.”

His brow furrowed immediately, “Why?”

You could tell he was already worrying, fearful that he wasn’t doing enough for you, when that wasn’t the problem at all.

“I want to help care for our home,” you explained, giving his hand a light squeeze. “And I want to help you.”

He frowned slightly, “Are you sure?”

Living alone for so long and only having himself to depend on, made it difficult for him to accept help, even from you. For years now, he had done all this on his own, he hadn’t even considered that you could do part of the chores. Not only that, but he truly enjoyed caring for you, providing for you.

“I’m not a guest here anymore, right?” You smiled, swaying side to side playfully. “I live here with you, which means it’s my responsibility too.”

He nodded, understanding what you meant. “I don’t want you taking on too much or getting hurt just to prove your point,” he said, voicing his concerns.

You laughed, "Don't worry, I'll leave the ax-wielding to the expert."

“Yes,” he answered dryly, but there was a subtle glint of playfulness in his eyes.

Seeing how he had already started for the day there wasn’t much left to do besides the laundry.

You carried the basket of linens over to a tub you filled with water from the well. Using a washboard and soap you scrubbed and soaked each piece before wring it out and placing it in another basket.

Not so surprisingly, Beorn offered to carry the basket of wet laundry over to the clothesline for you, but you insisted that you were capable of doing so on your own. You had to admit it was quite adorable how he awkwardly stood there watching as you lugged the basket away.

You had forgotten that everything here was built for a person of Beorn’s size, including the clothesline, so almost immediately you had to return to the house to fetch the step stool Beorn had built for you in order to reach the line.

Curious, he had followed you back out to the line, and either out of habit or to just be helpful and began placing clothes on the line. You swatted his hands away.

“Bear,” you started in a firm tone. “I am perfectly capable of doing the laundry on my own,” you added.

He sighed, looking down at you for a moment, your hands were on your hips as you stared back at him.

“Alright,” he muttered, finally backing away.

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head as you pinned one corner of a sheet and then the other.

Once you were about half way through, you noticed Beorn, in his bear form, making his way around the perimeter of the yard. Even with the threat of orcs not being as serious as before, Beorn, still as cautious as ever, patrolled the area every evening before retiring for the night.

You couldn’t help but note that it was far too early for this to be his typical patrol. Normally, he waited for the sun to set, but it was still bright out.

From several meters away, Beorn kept an eye on you. He knew his behavior was uncalled for, that he was being unnecessarily overbearing, but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t sure if it was purely instinctual or if part was from the trauma of losing his people.

You just looked so vulnerable to him, out in the field, mind focused on the task at hand, if anything were to happen, you wouldn’t be prepared for it.

He didn’t think it was possible for him to care as much as he did, not after everything.

He perked up, as you smiled and waved at him from the clothesline. “Bear! I’m all done!”

At a slow pace he made his way back to you, your hands cupped his furry face as your nails gently scratched behind his ears.  “Why don’t I get lunch ready while you get dressed?”

He growled in agreement, urging you back to the house with his head.

After lunch, you were sitting on Beorn’s lap, his hands running over your sides and waist as he nuzzled against the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent as he kissed along your shoulder.

“Beorn?” You questioned, giggling, as he lowly growled and nipped your ear.

“Yes, Busy Bee?” He whispered in your ear. His deep voice and warm breath made you flush.

What began as innocent cuddling was now becoming something quite heated. His hands snaked down to your hips, holding you steady as he started to grind against you.

“Right now? Really?” You squeaked, feeling his cock harden under your ass.

He simply hummed in response, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to hike up your skirts over your thighs.

You turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his, your tongue slipped into his mouth with ease. Your hand clutched his hair tightly as you deepened the kiss.

One of Beorn’s hands stroked your thigh, inching slowly towards your core. His other hand reached around and started undoing the top of your dress. Quickly he tugged it down and he kneaded your exposed breast.

You leaned back against his strong chest, biting your lip as his fingers finally moved past your undergarments. His index finger slid between your slick folds, the digit expertly found your clit, circling your bud lightly before adding more pressure.

You writhed against him, your body unintentionally pressing against his clothed groin, causing his cock to twitch. He groaned, loving how it felt to have you on top of him, panting and coming undone.

His finger moved lower, easing into your entrance. Beorn smiled to himself as you gasped, your body tensing as your cunt stretched to accommodate his thick finger.

“That’s it,” he murmured as he pumped his finger in and out. He could feel your juices overflowing and dripping down his hand. “Are you ready for another?”

You nodded, “yes.”

During sex, Beorn always demonstrated amazing self control, always so careful not to hurt you, and making sure the experience was pleasurable for both of you.

Gently he inserted his middle finger with the other, sliding them back and forth in your cunt at a leisurely pace. You rolled your hips signaling to him that he could pick up the pace as he finger fucked you.

Beorn chuckled, feeling you squirm and mewl as his fingers curled, pressing against your g-spot. He could tell you were finally ready for him.

Lightly he kissed your neck and cheek, removing his fingers from your cunt. He shifted a little, moving just enough to free his cock from his trousers. Beorn used his hand, his fingers and palm still wet with your fluids, to prepare himself, giving his member a few nice strokes before inserting the tip into your wet pussy.

He hissed, clenching his jaw as he eased the rest of his length inside of you. Your cunt was so incredibly tight and hot, squeezing around his shaft. He gave you a moment, before he started moving his hips.

The wooden chair creaked and groaned as fucked you. He held your hips firmly, his nails slightly digging into your skin. His large cock felt so good, you felt so incredibly full with him inside you.

You felt like a doll as he did all the work from underneath. Your tits bounced and jiggled as he thrusted quicker and harder. You reach behind, your hand grabbing onto his mane, your head rolled back, and your toes began to curl.

“Ah, Beorn,” you cried, your eyes squeezing shut as you came, gushing around his cock.

You immediately went limp, letting your Bear hold you up.

His arms wrapped around you holding you down as he got close to cumming, one of his arms was around your hips, the other between your breasts with his hand resting against your neck. As he came his grip on you tightened, he was practically snarling while filling you with his seed.

The two of you spent some time catching your breaths in silence as you recovered. A couple of minutes passed by and shifted around to face Beorn.

“What was that all about, Bear?” you sighed, resting your head against his chest.

“What do you mean?” He replied, his fingers grazing over your bare back lovingly. You felt his chest rumble as he spoke, the exhaustion was evident in his voice.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed.

Beorn closed his eyes, his hand still caressing your back without pause, “Just wanted to take care of my busy little Bee.”

It was true, he simply needed to care for you in some way, letting you help with chores left him feeling like he needed to make it up to you somehow. You were so precious to him, and all he wanted was to show you how much you meant to him everyday, and he did this by working hard to provide for you, or, in this case, working hard to pleasure you.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed it,” you murmured, your own eyes closing as you both took a midday nap.

[xaharadesert]

LI’s Familiar Comforting Sad MC - Headcanon

M6 Arcana Characters’ Familiars & MC

A/N: I’m here, bestie @thenolifeprincess! I got both of your requests, and I’ll be writing the next one as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning (I wanna do a good job with it, but it’s super late here so my mind is all tired and fuzzy)! Feel free to message me if you wanna talk or even just vent! I’m always here to listen! Please let me know if there are anything spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

🌑Malak🌑

Brings you all the shiny things!

Every shiny thing he sees is now yours, and you’re not allowed to get rid of it >:(

He’s also got a pretty good concept of what is and isn’t valuable, so he knows what the ✨good stuff✨ is

Is it technically stealing? Yes. But it’s for a good cause (your happiness), so it’s okay!

He also likes to gently play with your fingers and hair with his beak

Sometimes he’ll throw your hair into your face to make you laugh

🐈Pepi🐈

Cuddle time!!

And if you don’t bend down to pick her up in time, she’ll simply climb you like a tree

She’s wiggle her way up to your face and rub her head against your chin over and over again to make sure you know how much she loves you

Might also give you a few playful nips

Curls up on your chest and putts like a little motor

And don’t you dare think about putting her down. It will not work. Have you ever tried to put down a cat that really didn’t wanna be put down? It’s not happening.

🐾Mercedes and Melchior🐾

There’s no time to be sad when you’re being distracted!

It’s play time now, and you have no choice but to participate

They’ll bring you all of their favourite toys for fetch and tug-of-war

And when you’re all tuckered out, they’ll roll over onto their backs for some belly scratches

If you look like you’re starting to space out, they’ll shove their big wet noses in your face so you have to pay attention to them

🐺Inanna🐺

Her solution is to simply make you laugh as much as possible

Whether this is achieved by tripping over things that aren’t there, making silly faces, or producing sounds that wolves definitely shouldn’t be able to make, she’s doing it

She talks a bit like huskies do, and if you talk back, the two of you will have entire nonsense conversations

If she thinks you’re starting to spiral, she’ll lay on top of you with her full weight

It’s very grounding

Bonus: Muriel’s hens help too; the more motherly ones try to sit on you and gather you under their feathers like they would do with their chicks

🐍Faust🐍

Nose boops! Lots of nose boops!

And squeezes too! Whenever you’re starting to fall away from reality, she squeezes you tight to ground you

She repeats any words that make you laugh

She’s surprisingly good at telling jokes this way

She’ll do her best to bring you lots of warm things like blankets and sweaters because being warm makes her happy, so obviously it’ll do the same for you

The poor dear isn’t very successful, since she’s a snake and doesn’t have arms, which means it’s pretty hard to bring anything to anyone, but she’s trying her best

🦉Chandra🦉

Stares into your very soul and mentally fights all of your demons for you

She’s very good at this

You might mistake it for a simple staring contest, but in fact, she is a mighty warrior defeating powerful enemies

This might take a while though, so she’ll be following you everywhere for as long as it takes

She also gently nibbles on your earlobe a bit to remind you she loves you

[thecreaturecodex]

Bandy Tailed Fighting Cock

Image by Anthony Carpenter, © Kenzer and Co.

[We move now to the Hacklopedia of Beasts Deux, as its title names it. The second Hacklopedia for Hackmaster 5e remembers that the game was originally a parody, and brings back some of the joke monsters, while simultaneously inventing new ones. There’s still a modicum of “realism”, which I think is embodied well in the difference in approaches to the bandy tailed fighting cock. The original appeared in Hackmaster 4e, where it was basically just a copy and paste of the achaierai, only now it looks more like a chicken.  The 5e version gives it an ecology and behavior more like that of a real animal, which delights me. You know you’re in a High Level Zone when the lions are replaced by giant killer roosters.]

Bandy Tailed Fighting Cock CR 8 N Magical Beast This animal looks like a cross between a rooster and a horse. It has four long legs, each birdlike and ending in claws, the front two with wicked, oversized spurs. A small pair of wings grows from its midsection, too small to get the bulk of this creature aloft. It has a comb and wattle, and its tail feathers are luxuriously long, marked with black and white stripes.

Bandy tailed fighting cocks are large omnivorous bird-like monsters native to savannahs. They feed mostly on grains, but supplement their diet with small mammals, birds and reptiles. To a bandy tailed fighting cock, “small” includes up to halfling size, and their fondness for eating smaller humanoids and for raiding the grain silos of larger ones brings them into conflict with civilization wherever the two overlap. Those trying to protect themselves or their property will be lashed at with the creature’s spurs. These spurs are often used in fights for dominance, where a single blow is nonlethal, but a nonlethal blow to a fighting cock can disembowel the average human or dog. Although bandy tailed fighting cocks are flightless, they are as swift as horses, and exceptional jumpers.

The statistics below reflect the male members of the bandy tailed fighting fowl species. The social structure of these creatures is similar to that of lions; a single male or a coalition of related males protects a harem of females. Females do most of the duties regarding rearing chicks, the males of which are ejected from the pride upon reaching adulthood. Patrols of brothers or male cousins will sometimes work together in an attempt to evict dominant males and take over a pride. This is when the spurs, combs and feathers of the fighting cock come into play; these battles for dominance are viewed as great entertainment by gnolls, albeit entertainment to be watched at a safe distance. These fights are as much about intimidation and threat as they are about violence, and most of these fights end without fatality.

In order to make the statistics of a bandy tailed fighting hen, remove the intimidating rend special attack, and reduce the claw damage to 1d6. A bandy tailed fighting hen is a CR 7 creature.

Bandy Tailed Fighting Cock         CR 8 XP 4,800 N Large magical beast Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +12 Defense AC 20, touch 11, flat-footed 18 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +9 natural) hp 104 (11d10+44) Fort +10, Ref +9, Will +6 Offense Speed 50 ft. Melee 2 talons +14 (2d6+4), bite +14 (1d8+4) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks fearsome display, intimidating rend (2 talons, 2d6+6) Statistics Str 18, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 13 Base Atk +11; CMB +16; CMD 28 (32 vs. trip) Feats Dazzling Display (B), Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess, Iron Will, Nimble Moves, Step Up, Toughness Skills Acrobatics +8 (+20 when jumping), Intimidate +12, Perception +12; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics when jumping, +4 Perception Ecology Environment warm plains Organization solitary, pair, patrol (3-6) or pride (4-16) Treasure none Special Abilities Fearsome Display (Ex) A bandy tailed fighting cock gains Dazzling Display as a bonus feat, and treats Intimidate as a class skill. It can use its Dazzling Display feat as a standard action. Intimidating Rend (Ex) If a bandy tailed fighting cock uses its rend attack, it can make an Intimidate check against that opponent as a swift action.