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sleepy-exe · 4 years ago

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Shapeshifter AU - 7

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 6 | Part 8 >>

Summary: Y/n goes to the park with Iwaizumi and finds a shapeshifter friend. Mizuki wants to know about this guy Y/n has been spending time with.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Genre: sfw (18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to lovers

Part 7: We Could Be Friends

Y/n and Iwaizumi made plans to go to one of the forest parks nearly a week ago. But due to busy schedules, they didn't have any free days line up until now. This was the first time in awhile Y/n had been to a park in the forest in a long time. Which meant she wasn’t exactly the best guide. Luckily the park had marked paths through the area versus her usual running wild anywhere between the trees. Seeing sunshine through the trees may have been even prettier than the moonlight at night, tucked behind the treetops.

Used to the quietness of nocturnal animals and lack of any people, this area felt like another world even though they weren’t too far off from one of her frequented nighttime spots. Walking alongside Iwaizumi, she found herself almost constantly catching the sounds and movements of birds and small critters that she wouldn’t normally get to experience. She tried not to get distracted too much anytime Iwaizumi started talking. But with the new sounds and different scents through the trees, she couldn’t help but get distracted some.

“I thought you said you’ve been out here before,” Iwaizumi questioned, breaking her trance of the world around her.

“Huh? Oh.” She realized she had really slowed down her pace but quickly sped up again. “Yeah, but it's been a minute. It’s so.. alive here.”

“Alive? Isn’t fall kind of the opposite,” he said, crossing his arms. “And I mean, it's nice out here, but the way you keep looking around.. It’s like you’ve never seen such a place before.”

She laughed nervously. “Well, the last time I was out here I didn’t notice so many animals.”

He looked around, trying to spot something in the trees or fallen leaves, but other than a squirrel and a couple of birds he couldn’t find anything that could possibly be so interesting. But he decided not to argue. “Right,” fingers tapping his left bicep.

Soon they came across a stream off to the side of the designated path; likely the same stream that ran through where she sat with Sakusa a couple of weeks ago. Y/n took it upon herself to lead them off the path towards it. As she sat down in the leaves, Iwaizumi stood next to her, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t we supposed to stay on the paths?”

She looked up to him and smirked before bringing her attention to the water. “So? What, we might get yelled at? It’ll be fine.”

He watched her for a moment, then sat beside her. “I really don’t want to get kicked out of a park.”

She snickered. “Do you think this is any worse than showin’ up after dark? It’s fine! Just sit here and listen.”

He followed her command. “..The birds?”

“Hmm. Yes, but not just those. You can hear the water move, the breeze shuffling leaves, and there’s either squirrels or chipmunks running around the trees and ground.. Just sit here and relax, listening and being in nature.” She looked around to where she heard each sound as she spoke.

But he can’t hear every sound that she can. “Yeah, I guess I can do that..”

She took the chance to stubbly take in the new sights and sounds, getting better attuned with her lively-to-her surroundings. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before she looked over to him and realized he had been staring at her. Her eyes widened for a split second. “Come on.” She shoved his shoulder with a playfully grin before standing and dusting off her pants. “We’re like what, half around this trail?” She grabbed his arm and dragged him back towards the path with her.

They walked along the path for a while. Watching squirrels run about and climb trees, listening to everything Y/n had pointed out.

Her phone started buzzing repeatedly, so she slipped it out of her pocket to check what’s going on.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “r u out on that date yet?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “u said that’s today right?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “when am i going to meet him”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “not a date. i told you that”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i barely know anything about him n dont even know what he looks like >:(“

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “come onnnnn i wanna see this guy that managed to get ur attention”

She chuckled. “It’s Mizuki.”

“How’s she?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “as if you and sakusa didnt get my attention”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “what’s wrong with me having a new friend?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “yeah but sakusa was all but forced into our friendship and i forced my way into your heart so whooo forced this lil friendship-thing? Who do i have to thank for helping socialize our Y/n”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Apparently dying to meet you.”

He raised his eyebrows and slid his hands in his pockets. “You talk about me to your friends?”

“Mmm.. Well, it's hard to keep things from her. It seems like she always finds a way.” She crinkled her nose as they passed a plant that had a strong odor to her, though Iwaizumi didn't seem phased. “That and she saw me texting ya the other day and had to ask questions.” She shook her head. “The ever curious, Mizu’.”

He laughed. “She sounds.. interesting to have around.”

She giggled. “She’s high energy, but she means well. She’s just curious.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “wow”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i am capable of making friends on my own you know”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “uh huh and i’ll get to see him when?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “why are you hiding him ;P is he that hot that you want to hide him away lol”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love u”

“Maybe you should introduce us.” He bumped into her, grinning.

“If I do that she might drag you on last minute adventures. Which could range from running around downtown or staying in. But mostly out.” She gave a half shrug.

“That almost sounds like a complaint,” he said.

She waved a hand defensively. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the city and coming out here, but I prefer staying in more than she does.”

“Maybe we should have stayed in then.” He looked her over, noticing she was no longer looking around constantly. “Though you seem.. Not so overwhelmed now.”

She blushed in embarrassment. “Ah- Hmm, I’d say more like.. Deeply enjoying.. This place.”

He looked unimpressed by her poor explanation. “Uh huh.”

She cleared her throat and their conversation paused as they made their way to the end of the path. Enjoying the sights and sounds around them in the process.

“But really, I do love her and love having her around.” She giggled quietly to herself. “There’s not a dull moment with her. I may have to raise her spirits from time to time, but she can do the same for me.”

He smiled softly. “Sounds like you’re good friends.”

She hummed an agreement. “Maybe I will introduce you sometime.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love you”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “You became friends in college, right?” He tilted his head towards her.

She shook her head. “Yeah. We were both business majors and had a couple of classes together.. my second year, I think. And well, she has a way of befriending anyone. So next thing ya know, we were friends.”

Approaching the parking lot, they stopped to chat. Not having plans for if their little outing stopped here or not.

“Do you ever do anything other than go for walks or to bars in your free time?”

“I go out to eat,” she said matter-of-factly, then looked around the lot in front of them until she spotted her car. She found Iwaizumi’s green Tacoma several cars down from hers in the process.

He nodded slowly. “Okay.. but if those three things suddenly didn’t exist what would you do?”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Guess I’d die.” She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to his truck. “So you don’t want to go to grab a bite then?”

“You have found my one true weakness,” she says dramatically with a hand on her chest and a sarcastic grin.

He shook his head. “Come on, follow me. There’s a little cafe not far from here, if that’s your thing. I can give you the address.”

She happily agrees at the promise of food and they head for her Civic. She drops into the driver’s seat and leaves the door wide open while Iwaizumi gives her the address. Once she has the GPS ready to go, he walks around the car to head for his truck. Kicking one leg outside the car, she texts Mizuki, deciding to entertain her with a selfie of the two from the beginning of their walk.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “here”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “Attachment.jpg”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “ooohh!! owo”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “he is HOT! no wonder you’re keeping him around”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “you met at that bar?? damn maybe i should have joined you lmao”

Hopefully that’ll keep her happy for a bit.

“Hmm?” Blur of orange to her right catching her interest. A gorgeous red fox had appeared while she was preoccupied, walking around the open driver’s door. Her eyes widened at the sight. Foxes typically stayed away from her, but she was almost only ever out here as a wolf, so that’s only to be expected. The fox sat on the pavement, giving her a cheerful tail wag. She cooed, “Hey there lil’ fella.”

Immediately the fox’s ears pulled back, and she swears its face scrunched. Not a minute later the fox swiftly hopped into her car and onto her lap, completely catching her off guard.

“Ho?” She squinted. How strange. She would have never imagined such behavior from a wild fox; though there is a shifter that looks oddly similar that probably would crawl in her lap if given the opportunity. He does have the same set of face markings..

The realization of the situation hit her. “Oh! No no, hey! I’m not alone here!” She quietly scolded the shifter in her lap, looking over to where Iwaizumi had parked but she couldn’t spot his truck passed the other cars from here. “Ah shit, do you need a ride home?” She asked the fox shifter just before he hopped into the backseat.

“Okay, uh, hold on.” She quickly dialed Iwaizumi, “Hey, uh, sorry, um.. No, no.. A friend just got a hold of me and needs me to take them home.. Ah, no! He’s fine, just- ..Actually, can we just change locations? ..Yeah, no, he's remotely close to where you live, kinda, so if you want to go anywhere around there, I can meet you when I’m done or something.. Yeah, yeah! I think I know that place..” She peered into the backseat at the fox. Cupping the microphone and sighing, she whispers to the fox, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Back to the phone, “Okay! I’ll see you there! Sorry, again!” Hanging up, she started the car. “Stay down until we hit the highway. Don’t shift yet either.”

Part 8 >>

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yandere-daydreams · 6 years ago

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Whooo hooo! Requests are open! May I request yandere Midoriya with a selkie reader?

For those of you who aren’t intimate with Irish Folklore, Selkies are creatures who shapeshift from seal (when in water) to fully human (when on land). They can’t enter the water without their seal-skin (which they shed and carry with them when on land), by the way. I kinda went full Fantasy AU for this one.

Izuku heard the legends. He knew creatures like you were apathetic, just seeking out lonely, desperate humans to waste time with and use for protection and entertainment. He knew that when a cold, wet stranger crawled into his bed, whispering such sweet things about how you’d heard his call and wanted to help, he should’ve run out of that cottage and never looked back. But… you were smiling so genuinely, running a hand through his hair and offering to distract him from all those dark thoughts floating around in his head. And Selkies weren’t dangerous, he was sure of that. No one that beautiful could hurt him.

In his defense, Izuku was a man in mourning. After the death of a close friend, and the temporary leave Prince Todoroki had damn-near demanded, he… well, he wasn’t in the best state of mind. He tried to move on, to think about his plight as something he would learn from, but it was hard not to feel isolated in that tiny, seaside village. Izuku called you there without realizing it, crying on the beach where he thought no one would be able to hear. He was glad you heard him, though. He was glad you cared enough to help.

And you did care about him. You wouldn’t have held him so close if you didn’t. You wouldn’t have let him kiss you if you didn’t. You wouldn’t have loved him if you didn’t. Sure, you would tease him for his fumbling attempts at affection, but he saw past your playfulness. You were meant to have a deeper relationship, and Izuku was willing to earn it.

The first few days of your stay were relaxing, refreshing, perfect. You were practically made for Izuku, so enthralled by everything and anything he had to say. You wanted to know about the human world, and his role as a Knight, and all the customs and traditions that seemed so foreign to you. There was never an awkward silence, or a second thought in his mind that you were destined to be together.

And then, your time on land passed. You needed to leave, before the sea refused to take you back.

He tried to talk you out of it kindly at first, to say you didn’t need to go back, you had him now! Again, you just laughed, saying something about how silly humans were. You didn’t take him seriously. He tried to hold your hand, and dispell your worries the way you had erased his, but you only got more and more insistent. He knew he would never see you again if you left, and he wouldn’t be able to live with that.

It was a terrible, awful thing to do, the guilt alone almost killed Izuku. Stealing the second-skin of a Selkie was an unforgivable sin, one that would leave you a shell of your former self. Having to restrain you, if only to stop you from hurting yourself while looking for it, probably wasn’t any better. But, he didn’t have another choice.

And to be honest, he was still happy, this way. As long as he could have you by his side, he would be.

“Are you still mad?” Izuku had asked, the day after you tried to leave, shyly opening the door to your bedroom. He wanted to sleep with you again, or just share a room, but that could wait until you calmed down. Once you gave him a chance to explain, both of you would be in love again. But, judging by the book you hurled in his direction, that would take awhile.

You were still propped in the windowsill, clawing at the thick glass. The sound of waves crashing against the shore, so close but out of your reach, must’ve been killing you. He’d have to move you somewhere else, soon. The chains around your ankles looked painful, but they were necessary too. Despite how much he wished they weren’t. “Let me out,” You growled, not taking the time to look at him. “I shouldn’t have come ashore, I shouldn’t have been kind. Humans are always so… I hate you!”

“This is for the best,” He said, choking back an apology. Taking a few hesitant steps forward, he took his place behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder. You tried to swipe at him, nails aiming to embed themselves in his eyes, but he just caught your hand. You were a shapeshifter who could barely handle standing on two legs, he was a Knight. It wasn’t a fair competition. “You’ll see, soon or later. I’ll take good care of you.”

You didn’t respond, just going back to beating at your only possible exit. He regretted it, having to drag away from your home. But, he couldn’t just let you walk away.

Even if that meant keeping you in chains.

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faveficarchive · 5 years ago

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Reality Check

Sequel to Creative License

By Ella Quince

Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle

Rating: PG-13

Synopsis: Xena and Gabrielle start out on their new life together after Darphus buys (kicks) Xena out.

The woodland glade was restored to tranquility in the aftermath of that morning's battle. Only one combatant, and her companion, remained in the arena. Just as well, since there was only one felled log on which to sit and the warrior was in need of a resting place.

"I wish you'd warn me before you start re-enacting my stories, especially the really bloody ones," said Gabrielle, dabbing at the wound on Xena's forehead.

Xena winced as the stinging salve took effect. "This wasn't exactly 'The Gauntlet,' Gabrielle."

"Maybe not," said the bard, swallowing audibly as she wiped away a thin rivulet of blood. "But greed triumphed over honor, delivering your army into the hands of a despicable minion of Ares."

"Oh, Darphus is all right, even if he did force a change of management. And he only whacked me because we couldn't agree on the sale terms. He gets a little aggressive when he's frustrated, which is a useful trait in an up-and-coming warlord."

"Uh, Xena...I'm—I'm not feeling...so good..."

"Oops!" Xena jumped to her feet, catching the swaying bard in her arms. "Here, sit down and put your head between your knees." Rubbing Gabrielle's back, she said, "You're not used to all this blood, are you?"

"No," admitted Gabrielle weakly.

"That's probably why you can tell such gory stories. It doesn't seem real to you."Thank the gods.... Xena smiled fondly at the pale-faced young woman, then leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead.

"What's that for?"

"A remedy for fainting."

Gabrielle smiled, color returning to her cheeks. "It does seem to help." She sat up with an enthusiastic gleam in her eye. "Maybe we should—"

"I wouldn't want to overdose you," teased Xena.

"Too late for that," replied Gabrielle smugly. "If too much kissing is bad for us, we're going to die young."

"But happy," said Xena cheerfully. "Very happy."

"I'm sorry about your army, though."

"I'm not." The warlord bent down and scooped up the small purse of gold coins Darphus had finally thrown at her feet. It was lighter than the sum she had asked for, but considering he could have killed her instead, it was a generous settlement. "As business ventures go, my army wasn't a resounding success. So it's time to move on and put my skills to better use."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I dunno." She whistled for the chestnut gelding grazing on the meadow grass at the edge of the glade. "We'll just have to see what turns up."

"Now that I think about it, this is going to be fun," said Gabrielle, determined to find some good in their reversal of fortune. "Traveling on the road together, having adventures just like Gabrielle and the Warrior Princess. What more could a bard ask for?"

"Aw, Hades!" hissed Gabrielle, squirming yet again to avoid the pointed rocks that littered the hard ground beneath her. Unfortunately, the chains on her wrists and ankles severely restricted her movement. On top of that, she was hungry and cold... and even just a little scared.

She studied the scruffy trio of men who were bunched around the blazing fire, a fire that was too far away to offer her any warmth. They were deep in furious discussion, but she couldn't make out their words. "What do you think is going to happen to us?" she whispered to the woman lying beside her.

Xena tried to shrug, but her bonds were too tight. With a frustrated sigh, she said, "Well, considering that I don't really have any mortal enemies, he just thinks I do..."

"It could take awhile for him find someone who wants to ransom the Warrior Princess," realized Gabrielle. "Oh, Xena, this is all my fault!"

The warlord shook her head. "No it's not, Gabrielle. These are thugs, so they would have robbed us anyway, then probably killed us if they hadn't recognized me. Besides, it doesn't matter why they attacked — I should have been able to protect you. Some warrior I've turned out to be," she said glumly. "More like a scroll-pusher with delusions of grandeur."

"Xena, you were outnumbered three to one. I thought you were splendid. If there'd only been two of them, you would have won for sure."

"The Warrior Princess can rout an entire army."

"Yes, but she has me as a choreographer. And I'll have you know it took me days to work out that fight scene against the Persians. If the guys who jumped us had made an appointment ahead of time, I could have written one for you too."

And despite their desperate situation, they began to laugh...

"This is a trick, right?"

Startled, Xena looked up to find the burly leader of their captors looming over her. He appeared to be the only one of the men still left in the campsite.

"It was too easy," he said, nervously licking his lips. "You just let us take you, even though there were only three of us. Which means you wanted to be captured." He broke out into a sweat and began to fumble in his pockets for the keys to the locks. "I'm no fool. It just isn't worth the risk. You might not believe this, but I have a wife and children, and I really want to get back to them. Alive, not in pieces."

Xena and Gabrielle exchanged incredulous looks as he jumped back, anxiously waiting for them slip off their chains.

"Please, Xena, don't hold this against me," he pleaded. "According to the bards, you've changed, you're merciful now, right?"

"Uh, yeah," said Xena as she and Gabrielle scrambled to their feet. At a prod from her companion she assumed a dour expression and growled, "But it's a good thing you let us loose, because what I had planned for you..." She trailed off, her brow wrinkling in concentration.

"Whooo, you don't want to know!" interjected Gabrielle quickly, before Xena's lack of imagination became too obvious.

"No! No, I don't!"

"Good save," whispered the warlord as their captor turned heel and ran.

"That's what bards are for," said Gabrielle.

By dawn they were on the road again, walking side by side, with the gelding ambling in their wake. It was, reflected Gabrielle, an eerily familiar scenario, as if she'd stepped into the middle of one of her own tales. Except, of course, that this Xena was much too good-natured to bear any resemblance to a brooding, haunted mass-murdering warlord with a hair-trigger temper and lethal killing skills. Upon further reflection, the bard decided this was probably a good thing....

"Tell me another one," said Xena, still chuckling at the thought of a royal princess who was her mirror image.

"Okay, how about the Callisto trilogy next?"

"Great, that's one of my favorites... only leave out Joxer."

"Hey! I'm in those scenes with him, too, you know."

"Necessary collateral damage," said the warlord, dismissing Gabrielle's protest. "If he'd tried to join my army I would have gutted him on the spot."

"I thought you were a kinder, gentler sort of warlord."

"Not that kind, not that gentle."

"I think you're being very close-minded. Joxer is the comic relief, an advanced literary device only recently introduced into contemporary oral narratives."

"Too advanced for me," said Xena flatly. "Besides, it's not as if his scenes further the plot."

"Everyone's a critic," muttered the bard.

Xena's reply was cut off by the gelding snorting loudly and pulling at the reins in her hands. "Steady, steady," she soothed, trying to calm the horse, who appeared to be on the verge of bolting.

"What's wrong?"

"Beats me."

"I don't suppose it has anything to do with the smoke that's blowing our way?" asked Gabrielle.

Xena sniffed loudly, then frowned. "Damn sinuses...."

Gabrielle stared at her companion. "Just what are the minimum qualifications for a warlord these days?"

"I had scouts, okay?" snapped Xena. "I paid them good money to notice details like that."

"Yes, yes, of course," said Gabrielle tactfully. "So," she continued with a bright smile and a shiver of anticipation, "what do we do now?"

"Do?" Xena looked at her blankly.

"About the fire."

"We go around it," said the warlord.

"Xena, we can't ignore a town that's been set ablaze by a ruthless conqueror! We have to help them fight—" Gabrielle broke off, unsettled by the smirk on the warlord's face. "What?"

"There's no town in that direction. Some farmer is probably burning the stubble in his fields."

"You don't know that for sure," said the bard with a stubborn jut of her chin. "There could be rapacious raiders just over that hill, rampaging in a frenzy of blood lust as they loot and pillage a defenseless farm."

"Wrong time of year for looting farmers. The harvests are over and crops have been taken to market by now. Rapacious blood-lusting raiders are off attacking city granaries instead."

"Oh."

"But it does make a good story," said Xena kindly. Then, with a sudden start, she cocked her head, listening intently. "Someone's coming."

"That's more like it." Gabrielle was suitably gratified by this proof of her companion's keen hearing. Bouncing on her toes, she tried to peek over the hill to see the dangerous assailant who was approaching. Her face fell at the sight of a stoop-shouldered figure in worn clothing.

"Uh, oh," whispered Xena under her breath. "Trouble."

"Really?" The bard's pulse quickened as she studied the peasant who was shuffling his way toward them. "He looks harmless, but obviously you've seen through his disguise. Who is he: a warrior, an assassin, a god in mortal raiments?"

"Hurry up, Gabrielle," said Xena, panic edging her voice as she grabbed the bard's elbow and yanked her into motion. "I've seen that look before. He's a lecherous old man who's going to want to keep us company all the way to Athens."

But it was too late. The man's gait was faster than it looked.

"Hey, don't I know you?" called out the peasant as he fell into step beside them.

"Umm, I don't think so," said Xena, tugging at the gelding to pick up his pace.

"Yeah, yeah, sure I do. You're that warrior princess gal... Xener."

Gabrielle winced. "That's 'Xena.'"

He nodded sagely. "That's what I said, Xener."

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of sad tidings," proclaimed the young bard, assuming a dramatic visage of grief and woe, "but the Warrior Princess is dead, crucified by the Romans."

"She looks like a pretty lively corpse to me," cackled the man. His eyes fixed on the warlord's breastplate. Peering more closely, he added, "You been eating enough lately? You're skinnier than I expected."

"Death will do that to you," muttered Xena through a clenched jaw.

"This is my lucky day," the peasant crowed, his gaze shifting over to Gabrielle's generous bustline. "Two lovely young ladies and me with a full week's pay. So, what's the going rate for the both of you, dearie? And don't try to charge me those big city prices. We're still a half-day's walk from Athens, and I know what's a fair rate around here."

Oh, gods...we're doomed, thought the bard as she began to realize the full magnitude of their peril.

"I wouldn't have held it against you," insisted Gabrielle as they wound their way through the crowded city streets. "One little jab with the sword, not enough to disembowel him, just enough to draw blood and slow him down."

Xena shook her head, her mouth twitching with restrained laughter. "Occupational hazard, my bard. If I attacked every obnoxious man I met while traveling, I'd have to lay waste to half the countryside."

"And this is a problem, why?" prompted Gabrielle. Four hours in the company of a garrulous, doddering lecher had seriously eroded her temper. He had stuck to them with the tenacity of a starving leech until the last mile of their journey, then pinched her on the butt when he left.

"Now do you understand why I loathe Joxer?"

"Touché," said the bard. "I'll kill him off in my next story. That's a promise."

"Remind me to make an offering to Athena," said Xena gratefully. "She's obviously heard my prayers." Then, with a cluck of encouragement, she led her horse off the road and into a tidy stable yard.

A lanky young stablehand stopped pitching hay and ambled over. He nodded a polite greeting to the warlord, but then his eyes sidled to the belly of her horse. "That's a gelding," he said in an accusing tone.

"Uh, yes, the last time I checked he was," agreed Xena.

"But where's Argo?"

She sighed heavily. This was going to be a long day. "I'm not Xena. At least, I'm not that Xena."

The lad guffawed. "Yeah, right. She's okay isn't she?"

"Who, Xena? Actually, she's dead."

"No, Argo," he said stubbornly. His forehead creased with worry. "She didn't get hurt or anything, did she?"

"But I don't have—"

"I've always wanted to meet Argo," he continued anxiously.

"Argo is just fine," said Gabrielle, deciding this wasn't a battle she and Xena could win. "We left her with... Xena's mother."

"Oh, that's okay then." He hoisted their saddlebags and bedrolls off the gelding. "Guess we can count on Cyrene to take good care of her."

Xena stared at him incredulously, but the bard just nodded in agreement. "Yes, Cyrene is pretty reliable."

As the stablehand led the gelding into the barn, Xena shook her head in amazement. "But I don't have a horse named Argo. I don't even have a mother."

"Well, you do now," said Gabrielle wearily, "so just go with it."

"I thought I'd be anonymous in Athens," complained Xena as they carried their packs to the adjacent inn. "Or at least inconspicuous. Surely the citizens of the most cosmopolitan city in Greece can tell the difference between fact and fiction?"

"Now, now, don't judge the entire population based on the reaction of one illiterate stablehand." Gabrielle smiled brightly at the dour-faced innkeeper who was slumped against the doorway of his establishment. "We'd like a room, please."

"Yeah, I figured that. One bed or two?"

Xena blushed at the drawled inquiry, but Gabrielle answered calmly. "One bed is fine."

"About time," muttered the innkeeper, his expression softening slightly.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing." He opened the door for them and pointed to a flight of stairs. "Second room on your left."

"Am I imagining things or did he wink at us?" asked Xena as they climbed up to the second floor.

"I'm sure it was a trick of the light."

"Like Hades it was. I'll bet he also thinks we're Xena and Gabrielle—I mean, that Xena and Gabrielle — and that we... they... are finally lovers."

"Well, we are."

"But we're dead."

"Love endures!" proclaimed the bard as she flung open the door to their room.

They both stared in dismay at the cramped space and its drab furnishings, then took a hesitant step inside. There was barely enough room to take yet another step.

"They need to dust more often," said Xena critically, wiping a finger across a tabletop. She rubbed off the resulting smudge with a shiver of distaste. "At least once a year."

"I've seen worse...somewhere," muttered Gabrielle.

Sitting down on a bed with a decided absence of any bounce, Xena judged the mattress to be slightly softer than a granite slab. "By the way," she asked curiously, "just how many times have you done this?"

The bard suddenly became intently absorbed in unpacking their bedrolls. "Done what?"

"Checked into an inn...with another woman."

Gabrielle shrugged and kept her face averted. "I'm a bard...I travel a lot...meet lots of people...."

"I'm not complaining," said Xena softly. "It's just that," she took a deep breath and confessed, "I was always so busy running my army that I didn't have much time for... socializing. So sometimes I worry that I don't... measure up."

"Oh." When the young woman turned around, there were tears running down her cheeks. "Xena, I fell in love with you the day you rode into Potidea, and you've been worth every minute of the years I've waited for you. No one has ever made me feel as wonderful, or as beautiful, as you do."

"Oh." The warrior blinked, then cleared her throat, but no words came out. So she pulled the bard down onto her lap and enveloped her in a fierce hug.

Her face buried against Xena's chest, Gabrielle whispered, "But if you're still worried, we could get in some practice before lunch."

Not many patrons were left in the common room by the time the two women wandered downstairs again.

"There's plenty of food," yelled the innkeeper from the depths of the kitchen, "as long as you want stew."

"Stew?" said the warlord under her breath. "It smells more like dirty laundry,"

"Hush, Xena." Gabrielle mustered a polite smile and called back, "Stew will be fine!"

"Delius was here," Xena read off the top of the trestle table in the middle of the room. As they settled onto a low bench that wobbled ominously, she continued her perusal of the words etched into the wooden surface. "Fiscus loves Antonio...Gratius has a twelve-inch—"

"Here ya go!" barked out a busty woman who emerged from the kitchen with a tray of food balanced on her hands. Then her eyes fixed on the leather-clad warlord. "Oh my!" Setting two bowls down in front of her customers, the waitress leaned over at a strategic and obviously well-practiced angle that displayed her breasts as if they were a special on that day's menu. "You're Xena, the Warrior Princess, aren't you?"

Xena smiled broadly. "Why, yes—"

"Yes, there's a strong resemblance," interjected Gabrielle. "How sweet of you to notice. But hadn't you heard? The Warrior Princess is dead." Leaning closer to her companion, she muttered, "Or she certainly will be soon."

"Yup, dead," said the warlord with sudden conviction. "Nailed to a cross, they say. Nasty way to go, but very thorough."

The waitress shuddered, which only served to accentuate her assets. Then she looked at the young bard, coolly measuring her appearance. "Well, you're obviously not Gabrielle. Is she dead, too?"

"Yes," said Gabrielle through gritted teeth. "She died with Xena."

"Oh, that's so sad!"

"What's really sad is this food," said the warlord, hastily dropping her spoon after just one taste.

"Don't you worry, I can fix you something very special," gushed the waitress.

"We wouldn't dream of putting you to that kind of trouble," said Gabrielle quickly and firmly. "We'll pick up something to eat at the marketplace instead. Now!" she said, prodding Xena into leaving before the waitress could offer any more of her services.

As they headed out the door, Xena spat out a knot of gristle that had lodged between her teeth. "We really should move to another inn."

"Yeah, we probably should," agreed Gabrielle reluctantly, "only this place is so convenient. It's near the city gate and the stables and even the markets."

"But—" The warlord broke off her protest; her blue eyes lit up, fired by a sudden spark of inspiration. "Why so it is, my bard, so it is..."

"One dinar."

Gabrielle nodded and handed over a coin. As she turned away from the stall, she saw the horrified look on Xena's face. "What?"

"Gabrielle! You just paid three times the market rate for that apple! I thought you knew how to bargain."

"Excuse me, Destroyer of Nations, but I'm a bard, remember? I write fiction."

Behind them, the fruit vendor was staring at the warlord, running his eyes from her leather boots up and up to the raven-dark tresses of her hair. "Destroyer of... You're Xena, the Warrior Princess!" he yelped.

"Xena's dead," said the warlord automatically.

"But you look just like her!"

"No, no she doesn't," cried out Gabrielle, assuming a visage of obvious dismay. "You've made a mistake, a dreadful mistake. It's just a... a strange coincidence, that's all."

Startled by Gabrielle's very unconvincing denial, Xena decided the better part of valor lay in letting the bard play out this scene on her own. Setting her mouth in a grim line, the warlord maintained a steadfast silence.

"Why, if this woman were Xena," said Gabrielle, "do you think for one minute she would let you live after cheating me out of a full dinar for that mealy apple?"

Ah — that's my cue, realized the warlord. "Like the little woman said, I'm not Xena." And she let her hand drift onto the pommel of her sword.

The vendor swallowed hard. "No, not Xena... how silly of me..." Taking a deep breath, he said, "Uh, by the way, you forgot your other two apples. And here, have a pear as well. They're very tasty this time of year."

Gabrielle broke into a beatific smile. "Why, thank you — you're very kind."

As they strolled away, munching on fruit, Xena said, "And I thought you said you couldn't bargain."

"That wasn't really bargaining. It was improvisational acting. And for an amateur, you did a pretty good job of picking up your lines."

"It was fun," said Xena thoughtfully. "I haven't had a whole lot of fun in my life." She turned to her companion. "That's one of the things I like about being around you. Even before we met, I figured that you'd just naturally make life more interesting. It was one of the reasons I had you abducted."

"Really?" Gabrielle flushed with pleasure. "Just for that, I'll forgive you for that 'little woman' crack."

One advantage to having such a small room, decided Gabrielle philosophically, was that it could be lit by the single candle stub reluctantly provided by the innkeeper. She sneezed as a cloud of dust tickled her nose. "Guess the maid's been here."

During their absence their packs had been thrown into a corner of the room and the bedspread had been turned down to reveal stained, threadbare sheets.... and a whip coiled neatly on top of a flat pillow.

"What the—!" growled the warlord. Snatching her whip off the bed, she hastily stuffed it back in her saddlebag. "I'd like to get my hands on the bard who's been spreading those damn S&M stories again."

"Yeah... so would I," said Gabrielle, a speculative tone in her voice. At Xena's outraged look, she said, "Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it."

"What is it about you bards and leather?" asked Xena in dismay. "How many times do I have to tell you that armor and weapons are the tools of my trade, not sex toys. I have no intention of using a whip on you."

"That wasn't the scenario I had in mind."

"Oh no, you don't! Whips hurt!"

"Chains?"

Xena fell silent for a moment. "Well...maybe...."

This promising line of discussion was abruptly interrupted by a series of blood-curdling yells and the sound of splintering furniture coming from the room next door, followed by a rhythmic chanting that gathered force until the two women could hear the words, "Toga, toga, toga!" reverberating through the wall.

"Just a wild guess," said the bard, "but I think that's a party we want to avoid."

"And I think it's time I had a small talk with management," said the warlord, striding masterfully out of the room.

Gabrielle shivered. There had been an edge of menace in her companion's voice that the bard had never heard before. As she waited for Xena's return, Gabrielle even felt a twinge of sympathy for the hapless innkeeper. Then the candle guttered out, throwing her into darkness, and the floorboards began to vibrate from the escalating noise of the nascent orgy. "On second thought — Take the village, kill 'em all," the bard muttered as she stumbled her way out of the room and went in search of the warlord.

She found Xena standing alone in the middle of the empty common room.

"Well?" Gabrielle demanded. The dazed smile on Xena's face was starting to worry her. "Did you find the innkeeper? Did you make him give back our money so we can stay somewhere else?"

"Not exactly." Xena's smile broadened. "Actually, I bought the place from him."

"Bought it!" Without even trying, the bard managed a truly impressive dramatic visage of pure horror. "But Xena, this inn is a dump!"

"A dump with a good strategic location, which is why it's stayed in business as long as it has, despite its many shortcomings. All it needs is a good administrator and some first-class entertainment, like a bard, and—"

"...and it could be a roaring success," finished Gabrielle with awe.

"Xena, Athenian Innkeeper," proclaimed the former warlord as she surveyed her new territory. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

#xena #xena warrior princess #xena/gabrielle #xena/gabrielle fanfiction #pg-13 #femslash #fanfiction #author: ella quince

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sweeter-thejuice · 6 years ago

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Little Girl: Part Two

Part 1

Warnings: PURE SMUT! daddy kink! spanking! bondage! ice kink! wax kink! blindfold! biting! slapping! choking! hair pulling! ROUGH ROUGH SEX! but its all love.

A/N: This is extremely filthy, that’s it. Violence and pain are Thailyn’s kinks and Erik will stop at nothing to satisfy her. They get lovey dovey again in part 3 hennys. Oh and the italics are Thailyn’s thoughts.

Word Count: 1,993.

“Get up little girl.”

Thailyn jumped to her feet and looked at her husband, ready for his demands. She felt the moistness build up between her thighs.

“Lay down on your stomach. I want you all the way on the bed with your legs spread apart.” Thailyn obeyed. She hopped on the bed and did exactly what was expected of her. She watched Erik shuffle to their dresser and pull out an object. She felt the bed cave in on the side of her. Erik raised her head and put something soft over her face. It was her 100% silk Versace scarf that Erik bought for her a few years back. “Only the best material can touch your skin,” is the exact words Erik used when she opened his gift. He fucked her pussy raw that night. That blindfold did things to him. It’s power that he craves. He gently secured it over her eyes and tied it behind her head . He held up two fingers to her face. “How many?” Of course she didn't know. She was blind. I can't see. He understood that, he just felt like fucking with her. He brushed her hair out of her face and secured her hair in a bun. Considerate. The bed was light again and she heard Erik leave the room. He came back moments later and sat something on the side of her. A coldness brushed the side of her waist and she shuddered at the temperature drop. “Relax.” I am. She heard something flicker and immediately knew what was going on. Ice was introduced into their sex life a long time ago but the wax was new. This would be their second time using it and Thailyn was too ready. She smelt the flame and the weird smell of the candle burning. It wasn’t a candle for pleasure of the nose but the body. They got it at the 99 cent store and only used it once.

Erik went to their dresser once again and pulled out his cuffs. He walked to the top of the bed and pulled her arms up to their metal headboard. He cuffed both hands to the metal and made sure they were secure by tugging a couple of times. Jesus, help me. The bed caved in and Erik straddled his wife. He pulled her legs together and sat at the base of her back. He wasn’t too heavy and the pressure made her wetter. She was stuck right there and she wasn't moving. He was in full control and this drove her crazy. Her heart began to beat against her chest in anticipation. “If you talk, that’s three licks. If you moan too loud, that’s three licks. If you don't control your breathing, that’s three licks.” Noted. “Tell me that you understand, little girl.”

“I understand, daddy.” She said breathlessly. It was hard for her to obey his rules because everything was at his discretion. How would she know if she was moaning too loud? She took three deep breaths and tried her best to calm down. She had a problem with controlling her breaths. It was hard for her. How can she control something that he took away from her every minute she was with him?

Erik glanced at the ice to his left and at the candle that rested on the bed side table to his right. He chose the ice and placed it between his lips. He leaned forward and brushed the ice over the back of her neck and made a trail to the top of her ass. He let the ice fall from his mouth and melt on her skin. He brought his mouth back up to her neck and began sucking and marking his territory. He almost had her when he bit down hard on her shoulder. She clenched her lips together and took three soft but deep breaths. She let out a light moan. He bit her again but this time it was in the middle of her back. A moan escaped her lips without permission and she prayed it wasn't too loud. It wasn't. Erik picked up the candle and positioned it above her neck. He cocked the candle to the side slightly and let the hot wax drip on her back. Thailyn let out a yelp and immediately regretted it. Erik placed the candle in his other hand and scooted down to free her ass. *smack* *smack* *smack*. “Warning number one, little girl.” He moved back to his spot and didn't wait one second to continue what he was doing. He practically poured the hot wax down her back hoping that she would react. She didn't. A champ. He grinned to himself, blew the candle out and put it back on the table. He grabbed an ice from the bowl and smooth it out on her back where the wax rested. Then he took his time and peeled the wax off. Thailyn’s breathing was scattered and harsh. She was on the verge of orgasm number two. Erik licked down her back one more time and placed the bowl of ice next to the candle. Without warning he slid into her soaked cunt. “Oh MY FUCK!” Erik screamed. It was a river down there. Thailyn moaned lightly and pulled at her cuffs. Erik stretched out on top of her and put his entire weight on her. Each stroke was long, hard and full of purpose. “You are so fucking wet!” He bit her ear and sucked on her neck. His moans rolled off his tongue like scriptures and Thailyn had had enough. Her orgasm took over her body and she began to shake under him. Two.

In the beginning stages of their sexual relationship, Erik expressed to Thailyn how important it was for her to remember her orgasms. If she didn't, then he would just fuck her again until she did. Overtime when they had sex, she would make a mental note of the quantity and be ready to answer him when they were done. It was always random selection. Sometimes he wanted to know sometimes he didn’t. He did it just to fuck with her. Power.

Thailyn tried to relax her breathing but the pleasure of it all consumed her. He slid in and out of her with precision and focus and she couldn't calm herself. It was impossible “You're so fucking beautiful, baby.” He fucked her a couple more times before he pulled out completely and got off the bed. Thailyn let out a deep breath and was thankful for his mercy. It wasn't mercy. He just wanted her out the handcuffs so he could really get to her. He unhooked the cuffs and untied her blindfold. “Stay like this.” He put the items back in their spot and crawled back on the bed. His hands traveled under her body and he pulled her ass up. She was in doggy position and he arched her back just how he liked it. Without warning, Erik dove right back in and touched her cervix. She tried running from the pressure but Erik don't play that. His hands moved around her hips and he yanked her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up to where her back was against his chest. “Where you going?” His lips brushed against her ear. Thailyn’s eyes traveled to the back of her head and a tear escaped her eyes. I-oh my gawww-fucking jesu-ooh daddy! Her thoughts were even in shambles. “Take this dick Thailyn. This is my fucking pussy and it aint going nowhere!” Thailyn felt the pressure in her stomach again and she screamed out loud. She couldn't help it. His hand traveled to her cheek and he slapped her three times hard. Before she could react he put his hand in her mouth and bit her shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” That was it. She came for the third time and it was too intense. She bit down on his fingers accidentally and he slapped her face again. “Shit!” That didn't stop his strokes though, he just bit her right back and then pushed her face into the bed. “Speak, bitch!”

“AHHHHHGHHGGHG!” was all that she could muster out. Erik was fucking the shit out of her poor slit. She couldn't even think straight. She started to roll her hips back and Erik almost had a heart attack.

“You nasty ass bitch.” Erik threw his head back and let his wife fuck him. Her cheeks slapped his thighs. “Whooo shit, fuck it up baby! Fuck that shit up!” His hands came down on her soft ass hard.

“Aww daddy im cumin! OhH , uhhhhhhh!” Four. She stopped moving and slapped the bed. Erik flipped her over and picked her up. He stepped out of the bed and slid back inside of her. This was her favorite position. He looked her deep in the eyes and crashed his lips into hers. His tougue met hers in a fight. The kiss was full of lust. Erik pulled away and bit her bottom lip.

“Open.” She opened her mouth and he spit right in it. Of course she swallowed and then he began to move her up and down on his shaft. Thailyn threw her head back as Erik pushed her up and down on his dick with ease. He felt her clench around his dick so he walked her to the wall for extra security. Dropping her wasn’t something he wanted to do. As soon as her back touched the wall, Erik fucked her soul out of her body. She shook in his arms and slapped his shoulders.

“Dadddddddy!” Five. His lips found hers before she could scream again and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He pumped into her slow and deep and made sure she felt all ten inches. She moaned into their kiss and fought with his tongue again. He fucked her until his arms were tired and then he traveled back to the bed. He sat down and popped her on the ass.

“Your turn.” He spat. Thailyn was a beast on the dick. She pushed him back and began attacking her man. She bounced up and down and rolled her hips in circles. “FUUUUCK!” Erik threw his head back and gipped her hips. His hand came down on her soft ass multiple times. She looked down at her man and put her hands on his stomach.

“Ummm daddy. You feel so good inside me.” Their skin made music and filled the entire room. Thailyn rode her man with determination and pride. She changed speeds and made sure to tighten her vagina around him. After awhile she felt his seed travel inside her. His first orgasms were always silent, sneaky ones. She attacked his lips and he let out a small groan.

“FUUUUCK”

She left passion marks on his neck and dug her nails into his scarred chest. Erik’s hands traveled to her throat and he squeezed lightly. Although she was on top, he still wanted her to know who the boss was. His grip tightened and Thailyn felt her breaths becoming shorter. Her hands traveled up to his and her eyes moved to his lustful glare. He was focused on her and he was smiling. His grip was now lethal and her eyes closed slowly. He closed off all her air ways and squeezed even tighter. She opened her mouth to find some air but was greatly disappointed. Her movement became less and less until she stopped completely. He kept choking her, waiting for her to signal that she had enough. The redness peaked through her brown skin and her body started to heat up. She lightly tapped his wrist three times and he released her. She coughed loudly and harsh, then flopped on his stomach. Her body shook ferociously. Her juices spilled all over his lap.

Six.

TO BE CONTINUED...

@eriknutinthispoosy

Part Three

Woah. I think they're psycho. What y'all think? The fact that they're not done yet tells me everything that I need to know. Part three comes after 5 notes hennys.

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krathir · 6 years ago

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Meet Shade

Grim stood against the wall just on the edge of an alley, relaxing after getting off work. The Ren’dorei was minding his own business, lifting a cigarette to his lips to light with a flicker of void flames summoned by snapping his fingertips. In the near distance, he could hear the drunken shuffling of several steps and the laughter of men and women coming up his way. There was this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach already, but he didn’t bother moving as he looked off and stared ahead of himself.

Just as his instinct was expecting, the group of people didn’t keep walking. One had stumbled and brushed into Grim, and like the drunk he is, was already puffing up defensively like the Ren’dorei was the one who did it. Part of it could be that his drunk addled mind was more susceptible to the voices that he more than likely heard as he brushed against the man’s armor. Grim took one look at him with black eyes, then turned to simply walk away, but the rest of his buddies closed the narrow gap. A deep breath was taken, violet smoke exhaled out from his void lit cigarette as he stared blandly at the group. “Mn...” “Did’ya hear me Void fucker? My friend wants an apology from you.” One of the men stated, boldly stepping forward to get up in Grim’s face.

Grim stared blankly at the man, not even flinching as his face got inches from his. The rest of them laughed and snickered, nudging one another at the insult given to the Ren’dorei. Dark eyes swept from the man in his face to the rest of the group slowly, “Void fucker, huh?” He finally spoke, voice a deep reverberation that was altered by the void transformation. Inside his mind, a voice was getting louder and more testy.

“Yeah, you heard me. Now apologize to my friend.” The man said, puffing himself up to make himself look larger.

Grim wasn’t impressed nor intimidated. He simply looked to him, then over to the rest, focusing on the one that had stumbled into him earlier. Another human male. Then he looked back to the man who seemed inclined to be inches from his face. “...Sorry your friend can’t hold his liquor and walk a straight line.” The words were spoken dryly. The voice in his head seemed to approve of the sarcastic response, cackling.

Clearly the group didn’t find it funny, soon as their drunken minds processed what he said. The one in Grim’s face aimed to take a swing at him as his face contorted in alcohol-induced rage. These were not the kind of men and women that became better fighters when drunk, it seemed. The assassin was easily able to dodge the punch, twisting his body and catching the man’s wrist. Soon as the momentum stopped, he twisted the arm the wrong way painfully and pinned the man’s body against the wall with his other palm and his own body’s weight. The voice inside of his head practically thrashed in violent energy, and it took a moment for Grim to school himself, before growling out against the man’s ear. “Walk away, you’ll live longer.”

Grim released him as he slipped through the opening now created, turning to stare cold eyes at the others. “All of you.” With that, he turned to leave back through the alley, going into the recesses of his mind to argue with the voice.

Thunk! A chunk of broken off stone struck him from behind, the heavy weight of the strike and his thoughts elsewhere making the assassin stumble a step or two forward in shock. His armor had hardened across his back to absorb the impact and spread it out, but he still felt his muscles throb in protest. The Ren’dorei stood there silently, a thousand yard stare given to the ground as his shoulders hunched forward. The group was laughing behind him, congratulating the woman’s good aim. A stream of smoke exhaled from his lips and then he parted them to a twitchy, manic smile. Enough of one to release his cigarette, that fell to the ground in a puddle of Gods know what.

He rolled himself upward, powerful shoulders rolling like a cat just waking from its slumber and working to warm his sleeping muscles up. “Aaah...” Shade practically purred in a much less monotonous tone. “Freedom!” His head lulled back as he drew in a deep breath like it was his first taste of fresh air - not so fresh in the alley, then the head slowly turned to the side to cast a look over his shoulder at the group who seemed dumbfounded by the change of demeanor. “And whooo do we have to thank for that?” Shade turned around to face them, eying them over with dark eyes. “A bunch of piss ant drunks that are too stupid to heed a very serious warning.”

“Well, I mean, let’s not give you lot aaall the credit. There were other factors to help free me. See there’s this giiirl that my other half and I annoyingly seem infatuated with at the moment. Some strong urge to protect and shadow her pretty little head, even if her softness is also...infuriating. Makes us go all coo-coo in the head, you know? Even after talking to our friend who was a fling for awhile, who oddly seemed encouraging of us pursuing the little flower--sorry, star. Seams start widening in my prison and Grim - as much as I admire his strength - struggles with controlling my half that much more. You little shits just had to stumble drunkenly by and destabilize an already unstable entity just that little further. Tip the scale in my favor, so to speak!” Shade threw his head back to cackle like a hyena, then slowly looked back down at the men with a deadpanned expression. His hands came up to clap, slowly and clearly unimpressed. “Well done, dipshits. Weeeelll done.”

All of them looked to one another oddly, then back to the Ren’dorei. They were now second guessing themselves here. Clearly they wanted to be upset with the guy, who insulted them yet again and was talking like a condescending jackass to them, but there was a part of them - that fight or flight mechanism in people’s heads - that screamed at them to drop it. One decided to finally ignore the screaming and grump out, “You talk too much, Void fucker.”

Oh look, it’s the man with the one note insults. Shade zeroed his sights on that man and stretched a slow, toothy grin at him. Those fangs look sharp. “Do I?” The golf clapping stopped, “And you lot don’t know when to quit. You don’t listen to that primitive side of you telling you you ought to be running the other way right now, because a big ol’ predator is in the vicinity. Psst, that’s me.” The last bit was said in a loud stage whisper, hand cupping to the side of his mouth as he did it. Then that hand turned, gesturing with fingers in a come hither gesture. “Well, come on then, come teach me a lesson. Make sure to bring your friends. You might have a better chance at taking me on!”

Once again they were hesitating at the entrance of the alley, reconsidering. Shade twitched, like a malfunctioning machine, impatiently. A head jerk, the flexing of fingers, then he let a taunting grin spread over his lips in a final jab. “Pussies. I know at least one of you have one...I think.” Shade stared at the feminine one, cocking his head. “But do you all gotta act like one?”

That seemed to do it. All at once they came unglued, charging - stumbling drunkenly towards the Ren’dorei. Shade laughed in giddy amusement, deciding to toy with them at first. Let them think they may be able to get the upper hand, after all it was four to one. At first he had dodged or deflected their strikes, one had even pulled out a switchblade that he moved away from. Then, he allowed them a few blows. Those few blows turned into several as Shade hunkered down under the weight of them practically dog piling him, throwing kicks and punches and stabs. The whole time he was cackling, taunting, and grunting at the blows.

Then... “Okay! Okay! Play time’s over.” Suddenly shadows shifted, quickly skittering towards Shade from the dark reaches of the alley.

The alley seemed to have gotten all the more darker, any light source nearby dimming or being completely blocked out. A deeper sense of dread sat heavily on everyone’s chest. Enough for the drunken goons to halt their onslaught. A violent pulse around the man sent his attackers flying backwards on their asses, their balance shit thanks to alcohol. Shade pushed himself slowly to his feet, and as his hands left the shadowed ground, the shadows stuck to his hands like black ink. That ink was thick, viscous, more like tar and it was shaping into long sharp claws. In the maddening language of Shath’Yar, he cursed them all, his voice less taunting and more a sinister hiss that bounced off the alley walls. He marked their doom.

Armor and flesh started to rip off him like ribbons tangling together and vanishing to the darkness as he stretched taller, his material form growing incorporeal and monstrous before their eyes. It was then that his dark eyes actually shifted hues, violet like the void power the pulsated over him. The entity stared down at the four, now a towering mass of living shadow, maw splitting open to reveal rows of dripping black jagged teeth - similar effect to the claws. A desired effect, as all of them suddenly screamed frozen in terror. Just before Shade crashed down on top of them and started to shred violently.

Minutes later, a deafening silence filled the area after so much screaming. It’s a wonder no one in the city heard it, or perhaps was simply used to it by now when it came to certain alleyways - like this one. But now the fight was over and Krathir appeared crouched down in nothing but his tanktop and boxers, covered in sticky blood. The man released a shuddering breath, as shedding his material form was still both painful pleasure and horrifically weird to him. But, soon as he recovered, his dark eyes swept over the mess surrounding him. Gore strung from one end to the other of the alleyway, and he was left exposed thanks to sated shadows not replenishing his living armor.

Slowly Grim stood, blood dripping fingers twitching at his sides as he considered his options. He needed to clean this up, and fast. Thankfully there was a well nearby. The larger pieces of the bodies were piled together, out of the way, to be disposed of later and the blood was ushered to wash down the storm drains by use of buckets of water. It wasn’t perfect, but there was so much muck here in the alley that it’d be hard to tell what had just transpired here.

The clean up was enough for the man to recover, stoicism back into place and, while he still did not summon his armor yet, he did replenish enough of his energy to rip open a rift. Body parts were tossed in first, making certain he got everything, and then the man himself stepped through. He only knew of one person that could help him at this time, and that was Parish...

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just-jordie-things · 7 years ago

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Drinking Confessions (and a miracle too) - Richie Tozier

word count: 6939 warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking (lots of it), mentions of possible sexual harassment, pent up derpession and anxiety, aaaaand Henry Bowers a/n: for @i-heart-movies bc y’all were ready for some Richie Tozier and I am servin it up on a silver bronzeish platter lmao enjoy

Becoming friends was just about the easiest thing you’ve ever done. In fact, you couldn’t quite remember how it had happened. Sometime in elementary school you were paired up together for some science project, and one thing led to another and now you were best friends. And Richie Tozier did not look like the kind of crowd y/n l/n would waste her time with.

He was loud, and vulgar. He wore ripped jeans and band shirts. His language was about as foul (if not fouler) than a sailor’s. While he was smart for his age, he put no effort into his studies. He smoked on campus, spent fridays drowning in liquor at one of the more popular kid’s parties. So drunk he’d barely keep his eyes open. He got into fights with the Bowers gang, whether he started it or not, he always finished it. He’d spend days away from home, crashing at a friend’s place, once so out of it on a park bench in November.

You weren’t a quiet girl, and you weren’t shy. But you didn’t quite meet Richie’s extremities. You wore jeans, a sweater, something comfortable and soft. You swore, sure what teenager didn’t, but not to the extent of your friend’s obscenities. You drank with him occasionally, even sharing a smoke every once in awhile. But your clothes didn’t reek of cigarettes the same way his did. You stayed clear of any sort of drama, no matter what disgusting thing Henry and his goons would slur at you, you’d turn the other way and pretend to not have heard it. You followed your parents’ curfew, even though you knew deep down they didn’t give a shit if you ever came home. And most of all, you studied your ass off for your grades, for at least two hours a day.

But oh, the time wasted with Richie was time cherished.

You were sitting on your desk chair, feet up on the edge of your bed and knees bent to properly keep your Bio textbook in place. Flipping through pages and highlighting anything you felt needed reviewing. Richie, who was sprawled on your bed and feeding you nonsense about some stupid thing Henry did, was not so eager to spend his Saturday studying in your room.

“y/n, this is boring” He complained for the umpteenth time.

“You said that” You replied, words awkward as the highlighter cap was between your teeth. “I told you that you didn’t have to keep me company” You chided. Also not particularly fond of him distracting you.

“Why can’t we just go to Jess’s? It’s supposed to be fun” He prompted, hoping you’d cave and go to the party with him.

“We went last weekend, what’s more special about this one? They’re all the same” You said, capping your marker. Richie groaned and rolled his eyes, sitting up to face you.

“First of all, parties are for fun, and it’s the fucking weekend, so we should have fun” He argued. You let him go on with hi persuading. “Second, they’re not completely the same. Bill said he’d go” This earned a chuckle from you.

“Really? Bill?” You stated sarcastically. “He wants to go to party with a bunch of drunks, that always just ends with me trying to get you home before you puke on yourself?” Richie stared blankly at you.

“I’ve never puked on myself y/n” He stated matter of factly.

“Even if you had, you wouldn’t remember it” You said with a bark of a laugh. “Face it Rich, you just go to get shit faced and why can’t you do that here where I can take care of you before you kill yourself?”

“Oh please, I’d never-”

“Two weeks ago you didn’t make it home, and you spent the night on a fucking park bench” You said, trying to not sound angry as you reminded him of the incident.

When he’d told you that he was that wasted, you had completely blown up on him. About how irresponsible he was and that it was forty degrees outside and all he’d worn was a tee shirt and jeans last night. You yelled about all the terrible scenarios that could have happened if Stan hadn’t found him on a early morning bird watching walk. That he could’ve gotten kidnapped or molested or killed. Your anger only bubbled more when Richie had told you to chill because he was fine. He didn’t know your anger had come from a place of absolute concern.

“Right, and if you’re there, it won’t happen again” He promised. You chewed on your lip, still not sure it was a good idea.

“I don’t know Rich it just doesn’t seem healthy”

“Like you’ve got a clean ledger” He retorted sarcastically.

“Alright so I’m not a virgin pure but I am not as insane as you” You said, and both of you began to laugh. Richie shrugging, nodding his head knowing that compared to him, you were God’s favorite angel.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one” He said, liking the way you smiled as you tried to stop your laughing. “But still, you and I never have fun together”

“What’re you talking about we hang out all the time” You said, scrunching up your eyebrows at such an accusation.

“Sure, but we don’t go out anymore” He said, looking down to fiddle with your sheets and avoid eye contact. “We used to all the time, especially with the whole gang but…” You sighed, reaching your hand out to his, halting his fidgeting.

After the clown incident in ‘84, you and the Losers had made a literal blood promise to stick together, to come together if something this horrific ever happened again. But after Bev left town a few months later, everyone began to break apart. Ben was next to go, thn Mike, followed by Stan, and then Eddie. Bill still talked to you and Richie here and there. A brief hello in the halls, small discussion about your weekends in class. But other than that, it was just you and Richie. Which you’d grown to be very grateful for.

“I know” You finally breathed out. Keeping your emotions under control. It’s been a year of managing them and so far you hadn’t broken once, which you prided yourself for. It was much better to handle it internally instead of breaking down like a weak girl in front of him. Richie sighed as well, and shook his head to rid his own feelings.

“Anyways. We should go. In like… an hour” He decided. You nodded, half smiling as he grinned with excitement. “Really? We can?” He asked eagerly and you laughed quietly, looking back to your textbook.

“One hour. And no more than three beers!” You ordered, and he nodded, crossing an x over his chest with his finger.

“Promise!” He exclaimed, and you shook your head with laughter at his antics before getting back to your studying.

Now you could use those three beers.

“WHOOO!” All you could hear was booming music and screaming as you got out of your car, stuffing your keys into the pocket of your jeans.

“I can’t believe this is your scene” You sighed, but Richie grinned at you, pushing his glasses up his nose and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Come on babe lighten up” He said, taking an unopened beer right out of some guy’s hand. The guy tried to chastise him, but was too drunk already to get the proper words out.

“Jesus it’s not even ten o’clock” You said, staring wide eyed at the drunken stumbling guy. Richie didn’t even cast a glance over his shoulder, just yanked off the metal cap and threw back a long drink of the beer. You cringed. “Beer is ghastly” You muttered.

“Beer is ghastly” He repeated in a posh accent he often used to mock you. Usually when you studied and would whisper things out loud to better remember them. You laughed, nudging his rib with your elbow but he just tugged you closer, opening the door and letting you inside first.

The house was just raging. With everything you expected to be at a high school party. Drunks, stoners, sluts, sweaty dancing bodies, hormones off the charts. You stuck close to Richie, like you did at every party you were dragged into.

“Come on hot stuff let’s go have some fuckin’ fun” He said, and you managed the best smile towards him you could as he pulled you with him towards the kitchen.

“No more than three” You reminded him, and he nodded, repeating the cross of his heart as he finished off the bottle he’d been holding. You ogled at how quickly he’d drowned the liquid, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Number two doll!” He hollered, releasing you and maneuvering his way to the cooler that was sitting next to the counter. He fished out a bottle, and you peeked down into the large tub of ice. Multiple things in there, and you were certain none of them were a cherry cola.

You sighed, shrugged a shoulder, and bent over to grab a bottle similar to Richie’s. He watched you out of surprise. Sure, you were no virgin to alcohol, but you certainly weren’t… well… experienced. Really just a sip when passing around a bottle, one drink from the spiked Prom night punch.

“Drinking for any reason?” He pondered, and you stared at him as you popped the cap off by wedging it on the edge of the counter. It flung somewhere you didn’t see, but you heard the metal clatter on the floor.

“Yeah” You said, throwing it back like it was normal for you. “To get drunk” You said. You swallowed thickly, ignoring the disgusting taste and the way it made your mouth and throat feel sticky.

Richie just stared at you, still holding his unopened beer. He didn’t know what to say, you’d never been like this before. But he felt some sort of relief that he was there, that if you ended up sick that he could take you home.

“Alright just… take it easy babe” He said, copying your actions to remove the cap, and taking a tentative drink.

“Mhm” You mumbled, finally stopping for a breath and wiping your mouth with your sleeve. His eyes flickered to your bottle to see half it’s contents were still there. He looked around anxiously, leg bouncing as his thoughts wandered off. “I know what I’m doing, I took Health last year” You told him, waving a dismissive hand before drinking again.

“Uh huh, stay here for a moment I gotta… I’m gonna use the bathroom I’ll be right back okay?” You nodded, beginning to bounce to the music booming throughout the house. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back” He said sternly. You grinned, setting the empty bottle on the counter and proudly looking at it.

“And mama says I never accomplished anything” You laughed at yourself and reached for another bottle.

Richie rushed out to the living room, pushing through the bodies in search of a phone, anywhere.

“Move, move, out of the way, move” He kept muttering, trying to keep his chill around the more… begrudging… bodies. “Move, fucking move!” He started yelling louder, being more forceful and plowing past the crowd, towards the staircase. He climbed the quickly, opening every door he passed, and jesus there were a lot of doors.

“Get out pervert!” A girl screamed, throwing what he through was a bra towards him before closing the door as quickly as he opened it. Snickering and wincing at once. Just as he was about to open another one, it swung open on it’s own. Nearly hitting him and knocking his glasses off of his face. But he stumbled back and adjusted them, seeing it hadn’t hauntingly opened. The person exiting the room being Henry Bowers.

“Damn Tozier… the fuck you doing up here?” he asked, raising a flask to his lips and throwing back a quick gulp.

“Looking for a phone, now get out of my fucking way” Richie groaned, pushing the older boy, (only by a year, but Henry was repeating senior year because he didn’t have the credits to graduate) out of the way and searching through the room.

“The fuck did you just say to me Trashmouth?” Henry taunted. Richie groaned out of frustration, not feeling the need to throw a punch and argue with Bowers, so he stomped back to the doorway, shut it, and locked the door so he wouldn’t give him any more trouble. “Pussy!” Henry yelled, then made his way back downstairs.

“Mullet wearing pig fucking asshole” Richie grumbled, punching in one of the few numbers he still knew by heart and listening to the line ring.

He could’ve sworn it had been five minutes, tops. Just five minutes of being apart from you. It had to have been, how much time could have possibly passed? All he did was go upstairs, and make a call.

But when he came back down to see you on the dining room table, swinging your hips around seductively to a song he knew you couldn’t have known, time seemed to have been shorter upstairs.

(Another explanation, he thought, was that all time had stopped, and it was the end of the world. Because this was never something he would’ve guessed to see)

And as he came back down to reality, that this was actually happening, he took in his surroundings. There was a crowd around the table, around you, cheering you on, waving drinks and offering you more. Richie’s mouth opened, and for a split second he lost all sense of how talking even worked.

“Dance! Dance!”

“Come on baby don’t stop those hips from moving!”

Everyone’s yelling and cheering and all the remarks- Richie was about ready to throw you over his shoulder and drag you all the way home, never to party again, never to drink again.

“Hey- hey everybody out of the fucking way!” He finally found his voice, shoving through a group of the more… vulgar commenting… boys. And that was saying something from Richie’s perspective. “Move! That means you asshole!” His voice grew more rigid, pissed that anybody other than him would dare speak of you in such ways.

“Richie?” You mumbled. “Rich what’re… you’re… why’re you ‘ere?” You slurred, your movements stopping as he reached out for you.

“Come on y/n, we gotta get you home” He said in his gentlest voice. You pouted, but took his hands and let him help you off the table.

“But I don’t wanna” You complained, and he wrapped when of your arms around his neck, seeing as even in flat bottomed shoes you couldn’t walk properly. His other arm was around your waist, guiding you quickly away from all these freaks.

“Your mom will be pissed if I bring you back shit faced” He told you simply. You stomped a foot, but it was a weak movement and didn’t even slow him down.

“But ‘m nnnot” You slurred.

“Yes, y/n, you are-”

“You heard the girl”

In seconds you were pulled out of Richie’s arms, and he spun around instantly to see Henry holding you upright, awkwardly. Richie could’ve socked him across the face right there.

“What, the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Richie gritted through his teeth. Henry smirked back at him.

“Giving this girl the time of her life” He said. “It is a party, isn’t it?” Henry asked, looking to you. But your head was beginning to fall.

“No no y/n don’t fall aslee-”

“Fuck off Mama Tozier” Henry pushed Richie away, making the curly haired boy scowl and leap back towards him, taking you out of his arms swiftly and into his, embracing you against his chest carefully while glaring daggers at Henry over your shoulder.

“If you ever, fucking touch her again, I’ll shove that rusty fucking flask so far up your ass you’ll choke on it. It’d be kinda hard for you to suck dick then wouldn’t it?” He threatened angrily. Henry moved to swing, but some guy behind him grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the ground. The bully toppled with ease from his intoxication, and Richie thanked the stranger before rushing you outside.

“Rich?” You mumbled, and almost fell over, bringing him with you, if he hadn’t secured his hold on you tighter.

“It’s okay princess, almost to the car” Richie said softly, rubbing your arms to warm you up in the bitter night air of Derry. “I had a friend pick us up, okay? We can come back for your car in the morning” He knew that everything he was telling you was going in one ear and out the other, but he hoped that the gentle talking would calm you down.

“M’kie dokie” You mumbled, head falling on his shoulder as he guided you the rest of the way to the street.

“Fuck Richie” A familiar voice said, but you couldn’t quite place it. And you couldn’t keep your eyes open long enough to see more than a blurry, but… short figure? “Can she even fuckin’ stand?”

“Nope” Richie replied, opening the back car door, and hoisting you inside. You mentally thanked him, not realizing you didn’t even say the words out loud.

“Jesus” The voice sighed. “I’ve never seen her so fuckin’... out of it”

“Yeah. Me either Eds” Richie breathed. It was quiet for a moment, before Richie climbed in behind you, and the other boy went to the driver’s seat.

“Eddie Spaghetti?” You called, Richie’s slip of a name tipping you off on who your driver was. Eddie smiled to himself, glancing at the both of you through his rearview mirror. Richie was placing his hoodie around your shoulders like a blanket, and the thing was already too big for him so it looked like you were swimming in the material.

“Yeah it’s me n/n” He responded in a quiet voice. His mind filling with the sad but strong feeling of nostalgia.

“Yay” You whispered, fingers rubbing the insides of Richie’s jacket. Sometime between then and Eddie starting the car, you curled against the boy sitting with you, finding his body warmth much more pleasing than a nice smelling sweater. “Mm you haven’t been smoking” You whispered, and Richie looked down at you as you got comfortable against his chest.

“No babe, I’ve been trying to stop” He told you honestly.

“ ‘m glad, you smell so good when you aren’t” You mused happily. Eddie looked at the mirror again, both him and Richie sharing a wide eyed look. Eddie’s more of shock, but Richie’s filled with… well the germaphobe could’ve sworn he saw hearts in Richie’s irises.

“Thanks babe” He finally responded, and you smiled in response. A few minutes passed before he realized your breathing had slowed down. “Hey, hey try not to fall asleep yet okay?” He leaned down towards you more to tuck your hair back out of your face, rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“Okay beautiful” You murmured, and worked harder to keep your eyes open.

Eddie snorted.

“The fuck you laughing at?” Richie asked, still caressing your back.

“Okay, beautiful” He gushed mockingly. Though it didn’t embarrass Richie the way that he thought it would. Just made his cheeks slightly pink as he looked down at your resting form, smiling softly down at you.

“Just a few more minutes” He promised you, and you nodded against him.

The rest of the ride was quiet, more back rubs and little noises you’d make when Eddie went over a bump or you passed a light too bright.

When he pulled into the driveway, you were just a few more minutes away from passing out. Richie slid out of the car, took you in his arms. Surprising you, as you’d tried to stand but he just lifted you up completely. If you were in your right mind, you would’ve insisted on walking yourself. But you weren’t sober enough, or awake enough, to care. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into him best you could.

“Thank you, Eddie” Richie said through the window Eddie had rolled down.

“Anytime. Really” He replied quietly. A sad smile on his face. “I’m always here for you guys… even if things have gotten weird and we’ve… well we’ve grown apart but… Loser’s club forever” Richie smiled back at him. “Give me a call in the morning and tell me if she needs any aspirin, I’ve got every kind known to man stocked up in my cabinet” Both boys laughed quietly.

“Alright Eds I will. Goodnight”

“Night you two” He responded, then rolled up the window, and drove back off towards his neighborhood. You looked up from his chest as he opened the door and went inside.

“Hey! Kidnapper!” You called out while he locked the door behind you. “This isn’t my house!”

“No babe, it’s my place. My parents are out on business… I think… and there’s no way in hell that I’m taking you home this fucking wasted. Your mom would beat the shit out of both of us” He told you. You pursed your lips and nodded, looking around like it was the first time you’d been there.

He carried you up the steps, not even turning on the lights so that your eyes wouldn’t hurt. The hall was short, he thanked God it wasn’t a maze like party-house’s had been. He walked into his room, carefully setting you in bed and wrapping you up with blankets. Your arms were outstretched, like you were waiting for him to lift you up again.

“No no babe, you’re in bed now, you can go to sleep” He assured you, rubbing your head with a smile.

“Oh” Was all you said, your features saddened. You shut your eyes and rolled over, and Richie took your turned away body to change into some sweatpants and a tee shirt for bed.

“What’s on your mind babe?” He asked you, adjusting his clothes as he walked around to sit on the side you were facing.

“I’m so tired of pretending” You huffed. Richie rose an eyebrow as he began to rub a hand up and down your arm.

“What’re you pretending about?”

“Oh… just that everything’s okay, that Pennywise never happened and I don’t have night terrors, that my parents aren’t assholes, that Henry doesn’t make his comments and that I’m not in love with you. Just tired of keeping up this whole perfect girl act in general” You were staring off at the wall, while RIchie was staring hard at you, his lips parted in surprise at what you’d said. His hand stopped moving, his body completely frozen.

“What?” He whispered. You yawned, covering a hand over your mouth before flicking your eyes up to his. “Princess, did you just… did you say that…”

“Hm?” You hummed nonchalantly. “I trust you, who’re you gonna tell?” You shrugged. “Just don’t tell Richie!” You said, hand grabbing is arm and looking up at him nervously. “He’d just-! He’d… well he wouldn’t be happy”

“Why not?” He asked, hand rubbing your arm again.

“Well he… he doesn’t like girls like me. And we’ve been friends for years so… well it just wouldn’t work” Richie smiled to himself.

“I think you’d be surprised, princess” He hummed. You stared up at him with round eyes, and he gave you a smile. “Okay, it’s getting late now and I don’t want to keep you up. You should go to sleep”

“Okay” You whispered, getting comfortable in the blankets and Richie fixed up your pillow for you. “Goodnight” Your voice came out in a mere breath as your body began to shut down.

“Goodnight beautiful” The trashmouth said softly, and reluctantly got off the bed. Just to sit in the old, and heavily worn down recliner chair. “Sleep well” He said, before his own eyelids fell heavily.

He woke up when he heard rustling and groaning, mostly noticing the quiet, “Oh fuck… damnit… ah shit… goddamnit” He peeked his eyes open to see the room was blurry. He squinted but when he moved to search for his glasses, they were already on his lap. They must’ve fallen off when he passed out last night.

“n/n?” He called.

“Shit Richie my head hurts” You cried painfully. Richie put his glasses on and rushed out of the room. He came back just a few minutes later, a glass of water and a handful of aspirins in his hands. You smiled as he handed you two of the pills, then the water.

“Drink that whole thing, every drop” He ordered, but kept his voice quiet so he wouldn’t disturb your head further. A whine left your throat but you tried not to complain.

You didn’t want to annoy Richie any more than you probably already have. You were certain that last night you were not a pleasant friend to have around. Besides the fact he had to take you back to his place, probably while you were disgusting and doing god knows what. And he was stuck sleeping on a chair all night.

“Rich I’m sorry about last night, I hope I wasn’t awful” You said, eyes narrowing as the sunlight hurt to keep them open.

“No not at all. The opposite of awful” He told you.

“Did I puke?” You asked, quietly, like you were ashamed of it. RIchie chuckled and shook his head.

“No babe, really, it was fine” He assured you, adjusting his own jacket on your shoulders. “I felt bad anyways, I knew you’d hurt this morning and,” He sighed, gesturing to yourself instead of finishing his sentence. “Anyways, I’m going to go make breakfast, you hungry? Do you want anything?”

“No, thank you” You told him with a weak smile, and finished off the glass of water.

“You sure? I could go pick something up too if you’d rather, but I don’t mind making anything if you’re in the mood for anything specific” He went on, and you smiled to yourself as you put the glass on the bedside table, only for Richie to grab it.

“I’m really alright, Rich. Thank you” You said, squeezing your hand around his wrist. “You’re going soft” You mused, raising an eyebrow.

“Psh” RIchie scoffed and shook his head. “I think not” He said, heading towards the door. You shifted awkwardly as he was about to leave the room, then followed after him.

“I think you are” You said, stumbling on your own feet but catching yourself.

“Did you just fall?” RIchie asked, turning and putting a hand on your arm to steady your balance. You would’ve swooned if you didn’t laugh quietly.

“You’re going soft, Tozier” You told him, before descending the stairs. Stuffing your hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Richie huffed, throwing his head back as you went off somewhere on the first floor. “Only for you sweetheart” He sighed, and followed down after you.

You both had a bowl of cereal, Richie being nervous that you wouldn’t keep anything else down very well. You rolling your eyes at him as you tipped the bowl back to drink the leftover milk. Refraining from making another comment about his softness.

Not that you were complaining, you were loving this from him. The tenderness he now seemed to have with you. And you noticed, it was just you.

Through the rest of the weekend he babied you like crazy, wrapping blankets around you making sure you finished your work and showered and took your medicine, everything from a to z. He did it, and he did it well.

You found yourself falling more in love with him than you already were.

Monday morning rolled around all to quickly though, and when you dragged your feet out the door to where Richie was waiting, in your car, you scrunched up your face.

“Are you driving my car?” You asked, mind totally jumbled as to how he’d even gotten your keys.

“Yeah, you left it at Jess’s, so I got your keys Saturday night and got it back last night” You nodded, recalling now that you hadn’t driven since Saturday.

“Oh yeah” You said, buckling in and getting adjusted. Still wondering what had happened after you’d walked into the party that night. “I guess I’m glad it wasn’t stolen or anything. And doesn’t have some obscene carving from Henry Bowers” You added with a chuckle. Richie made a sound of disgust as he backed out of your drive and headed towards the school. “What?”

“Nothing, we just got in another dispute Saturday” He shrugged it off, but you looked at him with worry.

“Did you get into a fight?” You asked him, not having seen any bruises like he usually wore after a few rounds with the older kid.

“Fuck no, he was holding onto you and I don’t fucking know what he would’ve done if I started swinging so I just yanked you back and got the fuck our of there” He said. Your lips pursed, not having remembered Henry taking possession of you.

“He didn’t… he didn’t like… do anything… right?” You whispered, afraid to know the answer.

“Hell no he didn’t!” Richie called, suddenly turning sharply onto another road. Aggression coursing through his veins. “His ass would be grass, he’d be fucking rotting in a ditch somewhere right now if he had” He began grumbling angrily, and you reaching a hand out to his shoulder to stop him.

“Richie, stop, I believe you. If nothing happened, then nothing happened. I’m fine” You assured softly. He sighed, glancing over at you before his hands eased on the steering wheel. No longer gripping it so tightly.

“I’m calm” He said after a minute. “It’s just a lot happened that night. I was worried about you for a while there” He said.

“What happened?” You pondered.

“After we got you home, you just seemed really depressed. I don’t think you realized I was the one with you”

You rubbed your eyes with your fists, under the illusion it’d help you remember better. All you could come up with was a warm sweatshirt, and the smell of liquor on your own breath.

“We?” You asked him, having caught the nonsingular word slip.

“Yeah… I called Eddie to come pick us up. I didn’t trust myself to drive, I’d had a drink too, and you’d had… I don’t even know how much you had” He said. You shrugged, not having known that answer either.

“Eddie picked us up?” You smiled, and Richie nodded. “Was he… how was he?” RIchie thought for a moment on how to respond, knowing you cared more about that than he had. Richie had only cared about getting you home.

“He was happy that you were safe” He finally told you, which was the truth. “And he wanted you to know he’s always there for you too” You nodded, content with his response.

“Thank you” You told him suddenly. “I don’t think I told you that yet” You eyes wandered out the window, sighing as Richie pulled into the school’s parking lot. Nerves settled in your stomach at the thought that you probably did something stupid and now everyone would know.

“You don’t have to thank me. What was I going to do? Leave you there? Fuck no” You chuckled, smiling over at him.

“Alright, I won’t thank you then” You chuckled softly and gathered up your things as he parked.

“I appreciate that babe” He said, shooting you a wink, and tossing you your keys. You caught them with an awkward fumble before stuffing them into a pocket of your backpack.

The both of you walked into school together, both feeling uneasy about the day ahead of them. Richie more so than you, but you didn’t know what had happened the way he did. He noticed instantaneously the whispers, the odd looks and side glances. You didn’t seem to pick up on it, so he just directed you towards your locker as quickly as he could manage.

“So uh you have US History first period right?” He asked as you twisted in your combination.

“Yep, but I’ll see you second for Calc” You replied with a short smile towards him. Richie returned it, but it was nervous and shaky.

“Oh my God I can’t believe she even came to school”

“I know right? I figure she’d still be hungover or something”

Richie turned sharply to the two girls strutting past, having heard their whispers, he pushed his glasses up and glared them down.

“You have something you want to fucking say Miss I-had-a-baby-last-summer?” He sneered. You jerked your head up in surprise as to why he suddenly yelled out to Sofia Hasen, who had only been walking by. The girl scoffed, pushing her long curly hair behind her sassily and turning to him in her heel.

“Ya betta’ watch ya’self Toziah” She said, in that voice that made you cringe on the inside. The girl snapped her gum and glared at him. “I’m only sayin’ what I thought was ta’ be true”

“Uh huh, fucking walk on you leftover pile of AIDs” Richie retorted, stepping towards her threateningly. You knew Richie, and you knew that while he had his rough edges when it comes to fighting, he would never hit a girl. But right now, the fire in his eyes sure made it seem to you that he was ready to rip out those fake extensions.

“Rich” You murmured, putting a hand on his arm and staring at him with worry creasing your forehead. He looked at you for a moment, then back at Sofia.

“Just go fuck with somebody else if I hear your voice again, I might fucking kill myself” She scoffed, but walked off without another word. “Thank fucking God” He mumbled, feeling full of relief right up until you slapped his arm with your once gentle hand.

“What the hell Richie are you looking to pick a fight?” You scolded him, grabbing your history textbook and slamming your locker.

“She was talking shit I wasn’t gonna just fucking let her!” He replied, leaning over you. His curls bouncing as his body moved erratically.

“Richie what for fuck’s sake are you talking about?” You sighed, crossing your arms as you shook your head. He was making absolutely no sense, acting out strangely, and it threw you off. Not two days ago he was warming you up when you were already content, speaking gently and being an all around sweetheart. Now he was being an aggressive asshole.

“You… I’m talking about you y/n” He said weakly. Your lips parted slightly, brows drawn together with shock, and confusion. Richie hung his head.

“No, not you” You whispered. “They. They were talking about me” You said, expression void of any emotion. “What the hell happened on Saturday Richie?” You asked blankly.

“Nothing crazy… nothing crazy bad” He said. “You just danced around… on a table” Your jaw fell completely open now, eyes full of shame but also anger.

“Are you shitting me?” You said, and for a moment he thought you were angry with him. But when you ran your hands through your hair and your eyes filled with tears, he realized you’d directed that anger on yourself.

“No, no y/n hey” He whispered, holding your small wrists in his hands and trying to meet your eyes. “Listen, it’s alright, everyone gets drunk and does and says things they don’t mean…” He trailed off, remembering what you had said to him in private later that night.

“Said? What’d I say?” You asked, anxiety bubbling up and you could almost physically feel it spreading from your chest all through your body.

Richie opened his mouth to speak, not even knowing what he was going to tell you, but was cut off by the bell ringing.

“We’ll talk later, I promise, okay?” He said, rubbing his palm over your arm. “Let’s just get through the day and later we can chill out and talk” You sighed, but nodded. Richie gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug.

Hugs weren’t new, but it’d been a while, and for the few seconds you were wrapped in his arms, all of the crippling anxiety seemed miles away from you. But as soon as he let go, you felt it creep back in.

“I’ll see you later babe” He said, earning a small nod from you, then walked off.

For the rest of your day, you noticed every whisper, and every look. And for most of it, you were completely alone.

“I think I’ll never drink again” You sighed out to Richie, dropping your backpack on the floor by your bed and flopping face first into the covers.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep” He chuckled, sitting on the edge of your mattress while you whined into your blankets. “This is all going to blow over, and something else interesting will take over the gossip in the halls. Who gives a shit about a drunk girl? There’s tons of drunk girls” He shrugged his shoulders but you didn’t move. “n/n, really, you barely even talked until it was just us. And I thought it was hilarious”

“I’m a laughing stock!” You wailed, rolling onto your back and waving your arms in the air.

“No, you’re really not” He said, though he chuckled at your movements. “Really, you’re a sweet drunk. A sad one too, but you were sweet”

“I’ve never even heard of a sweet drunk” You grumbled.

“Well if anyone would be, it’s you. You were all cuddly and very… kind”

“Kind?”

“Yeah, you called me beautiful and would not stop snuggling on me on the way home” Richie recalled with a good laugh.

“Oh my god” You covered your face with your hands.

“Oh it was great” Richie said between his small bursts of laughter. “Drunk you was in love with me, she told me so too. Then she passed out” He shook his head, eyes getting wet as he laughed and smiled so hard his face hurt. A true, genuine smile at hearing that slipped confession.

You sat up, sitting next to him now and staring at him seriously.

“What?” You murmured.

“What?” He repeated, unsure of what you were questioning.

“I told you that I loved you?” You asked, and he nodded and shrugged, not seeing the huge deal. You were drunk, and of course you loved him, he was your best friend.

“Yeah, why?” Richie asked, shaking his head in confusion. “It’s no big deal n/n, I love you too, you know that” He shrugged. “We’re best friends” It was quiet, with you still looking at him but much more saddened.

After years, you’d confessed unconsciously, and he didn’t even take it seriously.

“Richie, drunk me isn’t the only time I’m in love with you” You told him, nerves causing butterflies to flutter in your heart. The boy chuckled, but you shook your head, covering his hand that was keeping him steady on the bed in yours. “Rich I’m serious” You whispered, scared that he didn’t return the same kind of love you held for him. His expression straightened, staring at you with shock, eyes scanning every part of your expression, like maybe you were playing some awful joke. “I’m not talking about friendship-love of anything else I’m talking about actual, real-”

Richie leaned forward, holding your cheek in his palm and captured your lips with his. You almost sighed but kept it inside, leaning into him and wrapping both of your arms around his neck. Just as you broke for a quick breath of air your lips crashed together again. Like they were magnets to close to not meet. He was soft, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his other hand on your waist and drawing you impossibly closer. Your eyes screwed shut, giving him one last little kiss, and drawing back slowly. Reluctantly.

Neither of you let go of each other, just sat there for a moment and stared.

“You haven’t smoked in a while” You whispered, and a small smile tugged on Richie’s lips as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, you told me you hate the smell” He replied. Your own lips mimicked his as you shook your head just slightly. Your fingers moving to brush the long curls that hung over his face away from his eyes. “I love you too y/n… and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you a long time ago” He told you, and you hugged him tightly. Richie’s arms completely encircled your waist as he held you. “I should’ve told you a long time ago” He added.

“Yeah well… I should have too, ya softie” He chuckled, pressing his nose against your temple as he whispered in your ear.

“If you tell anyone I’ve got a soft spot for you, I’ll smoke in your room, in your car, and everywhere you go” You giggled at the empty threat.

“Oh yeah?” You mused,and he planted a kiss on your pinkening cheek. “Good job getting out a whole sentence without a single cuss by the way” You told him. Richie’s face gaped, surprised himself.

“Wow” He whispered to himself. “You my dear, are a Christmas miracle!” You laughed and shook your head.

“Richie, it’s June”

“Alright then you’re just a miracle” He said, and you laughed again.

“As are you Richard Tozier”

ok but finn sorta lookin like a grown ass man in that gif up there ??? he just gorgeous

xoxo ~ jordie

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Chapter 4: Chris Is An Ass

"What children." I sighed and flopped down into one of the arm chairs scattered around the room. Ashley and Chris perched on the couch, several feet between them.

"Definitely not something I want to get in the middle of. I'm pretty sure Jess was about to claw Emiliy's face off." Chris shot me a look from the couch and mock shuddered.

"Yeah, but think. I used to have to see both of them because of Mike." I stuck my tongue out.

"Oh God- that's right, how did you survive?" Ashley turned and was giving me a look of pity. I leaned back into the cushions of the chair.

"Calling Hannah and Beth." I replied honestly. Both Ashley and Chris' expressions shifted from one of amusement to a gloomier look.

"Hey guys, it's okay. Cheer up a lil. Aight?" Chris nodded but Ashley wouldn't look at me. Where Jess and Em were cocky enough to strut around me all the time, Ashley and Mike had had the hardest times forgiving themselves, and for awhile they were the most uneasy around me. Mike had gotten over it, if for no other reason than he was forced to see me daily, and had to come to terms with it. Ashley though, I wasn't sure she had ever forgiven herself, and she still seemed wary of me. Like I blamed her. I mean I had, and sometimes I still did. But it was an accident, from a poorly planned prank. Could I really blame them for something that was never meant to go that far? I rubbed my temples and leaned forward to brace myself against my knees.

"Hey cheer up guys and gals!" It wasn't Josh's voice that startled me, rather the sudden motion of him grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet.

"Come on you three, this is going to be a great weekend!" Josh exclaimed before leaning his face toward mine. "Right Robin?" He asked, a dark twinkle in his eyes. I felt my cheeks heat up as I leaned away from him.

Chuckling he let go of my arms to turn his attention back to the fireplace. I watched as he knelt down before wondering over to Chris and Ashley, I plopped down beside Chris and rubbed my hands together roughly. "Come on." Josh whispered softly.

"How long do you think it'll take him?" Chris asked watching him intently.

"My money is on blankets for everyone." Ashley replied idly. I chewed my lip thoughtfully for a minute before bumping my shoulder into Chris's. He bumped into Ashley and shot me a dirty look. I winked before looking around the room. There was an odd silence for a minute then Chris scooted away from me, and closer to Ashley.

"Alright peanut gallery, I have an idea for you two." Josh stopped and turned look at Chris and Ashley pointedly.

"What?" Ashley asked.

"Okay well, I'm pretty sure that somewhere in this crazy place we used to have... a spirit board."

"A what?" Ashley looked between Josh, Chris and I.

"Oh wow, you have a spirit board??" Chris exclaimed. I wrinkled my nose, he was too thrilled about it.

"Spirit board, Ouija board. They have the pointer and the spirits supposedly moves it around to letters to answer your questions." I leaned forward to I could talk to Ashley. As I explained her expression fell.

"Why would you mess with things like that?" She asked.

"Oh they're just nonsense games, used to scare the crap out of superstitious people." Chris patted his arm on Ashley's shoulder before slowly slipping out of his jacket.

"No way man, I mean we used to do it all the time, Me and...." Josh trailed off.

"Is the hot water on Josh?" I asked. He looked at me slowly. "I wanna get rinsed up real quick." I smiled at him, hoping that it would steer the topic away from his sisters. I wasn't fond of the distant look that had intruded on his face. He nodded slowly and looked back at Ashley and Chris.

"You two, go see if you can find the spirit board."

"Chris! let's go find it, it'll be like a scavenger hunt!" Ashley didn't even wait. She started walking away. Sighing Chris followed her off toward the kitchen.

"Wanna come with me? I need to turn the boiler on for the hot water to work." Josh gave me a side long glance as he started walking. I shed my poofy coat and tossed it onto the couch before following him.

"Man this place always seems bigger than the last time." I stated gazing around as he led the way toward the basement. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Less people could be why, we're three short of the normal ya know." I frowned.

"Ye-yeah... I know." He stopped and pulled open a drawer, fishing for a second before pulling out a yellow flashlight.

"You notice how I sent Chris and Ashley on a mission together? I was thinking they could use some alone time." He asked chuckling. I shook my head.

"Trying to play match maker are ya?" I teased. "But they are cute together." He chuckled darkly.

"I swear they just need something to bond over, like some sort of traumatic event to send them into each others arms. I mean at this rate, they'll be in the geriatric ward before Chris makes a move." Josh stepped around me, leading the way once again.

"So remind me, not to ask you for dating advice yeah?" I smiled and jogged to catch up to him. He entered the room that led to the basement and hesitated.

"Ya know... I just wanted to say..." Josh trailed off and sighed.

"What's up Josh?" I asked touching his arm gently. He turned to face me, but didn't look at me.

"It means a lot to me that everyone came back this year and you know, that you came, Robin." He turned his dark eyes onto me. I smiled slowly.

"Course we did Josh, we're here for you. We're your friends. We'll get through this- together." I whispered.

"Um I really want us to have a good time, ya know?" Slowly he turned and began walking again, this time down the stairs.

"Watch your step, some of these need some repairs." He called back. I glanced down and noticed that the better half of an entire step had crumbled away from it's base.

"Yeesh... need some renovations do ya?" Josh chuckled ahead of me.

"Sorry to drag you down into the bowels." Josh stated as he arrived into the basement. I'd always wondered why their basement went so far down, I mean it led down two large flights of stairs. Though in that defense their basement was huge. I followed him, looking around. There seemed to be toys from when the girls had been younger, I could see an old doll house sitting on a table. Josh turned and entered a narrow but fairly long little space. He popped open the door to the boiler and shined the light in. Behind him was two or three steel shelves loaded with boxes and papers, and a bunch of other miscellaneous objects.

"Not a problem, I kinda like walking around this place. But yeesh... it's always so dark down here."

"Well I wouldn't want you coming down here on your own, ya know? Not fun place to be alone." He paced in front of me, to a large tank looking object that I assumed was the actual boiler.

"Baseball huh? This yours?" I asked wandering over to where he had been standing. There was an old wooden baseball bat sticking out of a plastic crate.

"You bet it's mine, I used to play all the time with my dad... Till he got to busy to spend time with me. Ah well." He set it down before turning his attention back to the machine.

"Let me see what I can do with this, okay?" For a brief moment he examined the buttons, shining his flash light onto them before wandering into the corner again. He leaned in for a moment before holding the flash light toward me.

"Can you hold this?" I nodded and took the flash light from him. Off to the right something flopped to the ground.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Josh replied turning to look in the direction I'd swung the flash light to.

"Just shine it over here, so I can see what I'm doing." Josh gestured to a set of cords and knobs. I turned back toward him and held the flashlight down.

"Sorry bout that." I murmured. He nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's alright. But first things first, we gotta increase the water pressure before we get the boiler fired up."

"Is that hard to do?" I asked curiously as he wandered to the left again. I noticed he didn't stay in either play more than a moment.

"No it's actually pretty easy." I followed him back to the left but as I got there he stepped around me again. I sighed and looked at the buttons carefully.

"Wait- what do I do?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Turn the dial, when the red light comes on press the button." I frowned but twisted the knob, I watched a small gauge fill until a red light flipped to life under it. I released the dial and palmed the switch. I jumped as the machine came to life, putting of a loud rumbling noise.

"All right. Five, girl." I turned toward Josh. He lifted his hand into the air, reacting on impulse I high fived him and smiled.

"Whooo way to make me feel useful." I joked still smiling. He headed back to the boiler and closed two small steel doors before heading toward me again. I turned to head for the stairs but hesitated as something sounded like it was turned on in the distance.

"Josh?" I questioned turning to face him. He was staring in the direction the noise had come from.

"Could be a lot of things... and... none of them nice..." He whispered trailing his hand up my arm. I squirmed away from him.

"Knock it off." I stepped back but he was smiling.

"I'm just joshin ya." I blinked slowly, staring at him.

"Alright- I'm leaving." I shook my head and turned away from him.

"You were really freaked out, weren't you?"

"No... Josh let's go back upstairs now okay?" I began walking but stopped at the sound of metal on metal.

"You hear that, don't you?" I turned around again to face Josh. Ignoring me he began walking toward the sound, oddly focused.

"Maybe- maybe we should check it out?" I suggested following him. He led the way toward a small hall.

"Why?" He questioned shooting me a confused expression.

"What if it's a pipe about to burst, or something wrong with the furnace?" I asked reaching out to grab onto his arm. He glanced down at me before continuing forward.

"Unlikely." Despite that we continued walking forward. Josh just ahead of me. The metal on metal continued, a steady thumping. I was surprised I hadn't broken out in goosebumps yet. I followed him until he stopped, about half way down the hall. I looked up at him, confused.

"You're the one who wanted to look." He gestured toward the end of the hall. I looked away from him, and shined the light down the hall. Slowly I crept forward toward the noise.

"Boo!" Out stepped a figure covered in a dark cloak, some sort of white ski mask over their face. I jumped back and let out a short scream. Turning away I took off after Josh down the hall.

"WHOA!" He called out. The figure came sprinting down the hall as we ran, my heart was hammering against my ribs painfully. Josh and I sprinted to the end of the hall, before turning and jogging up to the stairs. Josh's body slammed into the door but it didn't budge. He rattled the handle, to no avail.

"Why the hell are these doors locked?!" I screamed swatting his hands around and attempting to open it myself. Josh turned to face the stairs, his eyes widened with fear.

"To keep out strangers." He replied, his voice shaking. The figure was coming slowly up the stairs, I turned to face it as well. Josh's arm was held out in front of me, a meek guard, though warm in gesture.

"Heyyy." The figure drawled out before slipping the hood off of his head. Chris smiled up at us, and jangled a set of keys from his finger. I snatched them from him before unlocking the door and heading into the main room.

"Chris you asshole!" I called out behind me. My cheeks were red, and I could feel tears threatening, not because I was scared, but rather because I was pissed.

"I was just playing around Robin!" He called out after me. I help my middle finger in the air as I kept walking. After his little display, I had even less interest in being around them. Instead I was going to go curl up and hide in a book. To hell with rinsing up. I plucked my ipod from my bag along with a chapter book before wondering upstairs to what was usual Hannah's room. What used to be one of the quietest rooms in the house when were all here.

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas)

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3 Chapter name: Let's get this terrible party started Pairing + others: Reader x Gabriel, Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. Word count: 1500+ Warnings: Crack, sexual references, language, song lyrics usage, The Frying Pan™ Notes: This is part of the Christmas Calendar and will be updated towards the Christmas. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end. Whooo boy, this is something else that I would normally write *cough* Hope you all enjoy this ride we are starting! This is also the shit that no one asked for. Reblogs and comments are loved Do not repost

The white lilies and the golden white light; something so beautiful yet so painful. The memories of the two of you and the painful end danced around each other in your head. You missed Gabriel. You missed his tricks and often stupid but brilliant ideas that made you laugh, as much as you sometimes hated to admit it. You just wished that he would be there with you. You would see again how his eyes would fill with childish joy when he was up to something. You wanted to see them full of hope when you ended up talking about things you wanted to do, when you talked about future, no matter how much it sometimes scared both of you. And oh, how those eyes would darken with lust when… Sigh. It had been long road to get this far from your deepest end but you had Winchesters, your brothers, helping you from the beginning. They had given you the time to grief and made sure that your basic needs were met when you didn't leave from your room until needed to. Little later they had kept you busy with hunts, research and other little tasks so you would think something else for a change. You needed to get moving even if you didn't move on.

”We're gonna need more coffee,” Dean's voice snapped you back to the reality. You were cooking breakfast and the boys were doing inventory as the preparations for the holidays. That meant that Sam was doing inventory while Dean sat at the table sipping his coffee. Sam went through the shelves throwing away all the stuff that should have been thrown away ages ago judging by the smell, and you all listed things that you still needed for the holidays. ”We would be at the store much quicker if you wouldn't just sit there and were actually helping me with this,” Sam complained. ”But I'm too hungry,” Dean mockingly whined back. The truth still was that he really was hungry, it had been awhile since you all had a proper meal. ”The food will be ready as soon as I can fry these eggs, just help Sam. For me? Then we can go to the store and we can pick up all the things we need and if you are on Santa's good list, I will get the ingredients for the pies,” you chimed in while picking up the frying pan. ”You used plural...” Dean pointed out the obvious, doubting your words. ”Yes.” You saw how quickly he moved around the counter to help his little brother. That was easy, you thought smile on your face. ”Hey guys, there's a letter in here…?” Sam picked an envelope from one of the old boxes of cereal. The envelope was decorated with various arts-and-crafts' gems and with fancy letters in the middle of it read ”You're Invited, Dickbags!” ”Let me see that.” Dean took the envelope, ripped it open and started reading it without caring how it ended up in the cereal box or from whom it could be. You had bad feeling about this. ”Oh shit! Congrats, your ass just got invited to the party of your life! Once every hundred thousand years the most epic party in this universe is hold as it was foretold in the scrolls. 'What scrolls?' I hear you asking. Who cares! It's NinjaSexParty -party so you know it's the shit. So take that pudding, pour it on your chest and let your pants hit the floor because your life was totally bullshit until right now. I hope you like fun 'cause we're having it! IT'S GO TIME!” As Dean read the end of the letter with no sender, the world shifted around you making the bunker and the letter disappear. Your head couldn't take the shifting, it made you nauseous. You found yourself lying on the cold floor with distant smell of the fumes and oil. This definitely wasn't the start of the party that one would be excepting after that kind of letter. What even is NinjaSexParty? You coughed and took couple of deep breaths. The hit on the floor was hard but nothing in your body was broken. As you rolled over so you could sit, you noticed your frying pan from the bunker close to you. Weird. ”Oh c'mon! What the hell...” you heard Dean's confusion with slight desperation on the side. ”You alright?” Sam asked as he helped you up. ”Yeah, little bit dizzy but nothing that I can't manage,” you answered and looked around bit more. You were in pale, almost empty two car garage. With you there was four people sitting around cheap knock-off table. The people were dressed up like your typical Hollywood style nerds that were too focused on the game to notice you. ”Um… Hey guys. You playing Dungeons and Dragons or…?” Dean asked from the group catiously, prepared for possible fight. You all needed to find out what happened and how to get back home, now. But before any of the guys could even answer to you, the door to the house flung open making three of you jump. ”ALL RIGHT! This party is off to a bit of a slow start but soon it's gonna melt your brain and fishslap your heart. Check out this leaf-collecting album or two that I made back in autumn,” a tall, slim man with darker curly hair in red silky robe announced and throwed 5 different albums of leafs at Sam, who couldn't hold them all. ”And don't get me started on the balloons! Want 'em? I got 'em!” The man pointed at two different sizes balloons hanging sadly on the wall. Next he slapped Dean on the shoulder. ”Just wait when the music starts to drop, the vibe's gonna change. We've got the country-themed metal garage band,” he continued while walking past of Dean in the middle of the room doing a little spin, ”oh, and the hot girls are showing up, I'm so sorry you had to wait but now they're finally inflated. This shit right here would make the hobbit say 'to the hell with the Shire'! SO GET THIS FREAKING PARTY STARTED!” As he ended his speech, the music started to play and more people walked through the door in different costumes that you could get from thrift store. There was '70s disco, brightly colored suits and velor jumpsuits. Leopard minks, moccasins, gold chains, the list went on. Someone was wearing your grandpa's clothes. You were stunned, not only about you ending up in someone's garage but you could recognize those curry and coffee stains on your grandpa's clothes anywhere. What the hell was going on? ”Did he just...” Dean looked at you and Sam and saw the same look on your faces as he had on his. ”The girls are inflated. As...” you pointed questioning even though you could actully see them as they were, standing in the corner. Just waiting there. Patiently. ”It seems so,” Sam answered. One of the other quests asked one of the dolls to dance with them. It seemed that they said yes and now they both were slow dancing across the floor and past you. ”Alright then… We have to do something about all this, soon,” Dean sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. You all decided that everyone would talk to different groups of people and see what information you could get. You didn't know what to except when you started to mingle with other quests but this wasn't it. You met a guy who played football and told you that he once won the whole super bowl by himself. Weightlifter said that they could bench an entire continental shelf. One told you they were a scientist who cured all diseases last week. There were also the dragon slayer who found the Dragon's cave at ninety million hundred fifty thousand hundred feet in the air and fought his army of awesome karate bears. That one guy was naked for no reason at all. You also met Manticore who shouldn't even been in this party. You didn't want to ask. ”Why hello there beautiful,” the man from earlier, the one with the silky robe who seemed to be the host, slided next to you, ”I'm Danny Sexbang and I'd like to ask you out on the hottest of dates. Let's ditch these losers and go somewhere else more... appropiate?” he suggested and gave you a rose. Why didn't you pick up the frying pan when you had the chance? ”Hold one hot minute there Casanova,” Dean interrupted, ”Y/N here isn't going anywhere with you and we have couple questions that need answers right now.” ”What's wrong guys? I thought this would be your kind of party! I made this just for you. Not enough of girls?” Danny pretended to be schoked. ”Who the hell are you and why are we here?” Dean demanded to know as Sam found his way to you. ”Oooh, I'm Danny Sexbang, the toughest fucking ninja that you've ever seen but that's all in the past. Let's talk about that other thing some other time,” Danny answered with finger guns and took couple steps backwards from you as other quests slowly formed a ominous circle around you. All of this seemed like a bad dream. Yeah, you must be dreaming. You would probably wake up soon enough. ”Okay, so, this party sucks. Let's explode this building!” You heard Danny yelling. ”WAIT WHAT - -” The world around you shifted again.

Fun fact: People in the party were totally dancing the dances you can see in I just wanna dance -video and the Dragon dance in Dragon Slayer -video.

Christmas Calendar tag: @sumara62, @authoressskr, @serendiptious-esparza, @be-fantastic, @pizzamanteachings Gabriel tag: @nobodys-baby-now @dlb1999

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NinjaSexParty's songs used in this fic:

Let's get this terrible party started! x

I just wanna dance x

Dragon Slayer x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you couldn't see him under the table..

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