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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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Hi, how are you?

Could you make a request for Evan Buckley please.

The request would be based on the Big Time Rush song - Next step.

From Buck's perspective where he is discovering his feelings for his new "friend".

Until Athena says "if you don't do anything about it. Someone much smarter than you will come along and you'll see her holding hands with that person."

🙈 ✨😊 I love what you write. I send you many hugs from afar 🤗

next step - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i’m loving the btr songs love 😘 i’ve never done a pov for buck so this is my attempt ;)

every person in my life has left and taken their love with it. abby dropped me, completely changing locations and almost forgetting my heart and i back in los angeles. after tons of weight on my leg, aly just added more by breaking up with me. i kind of understand, sometimes a guy like me carries too much baggage in my line of work.

even growing up, my parents figured i could love myself. it was never my fault, but it felt like it was for years and i had to figure it out myself.

y/n knew what i went through. she understood my life in work, but also out of work. all of my feelings were vented to her for months. every last tear came out in front of her as she cried with me, or let me cry on her shoulder. i promised myself i wouldn’t fall for her, needing a friend to be with instead of someone with benefits.

i started to think the amount of pressure i put on myself caused me to crack. i knew that the day we met at that bar, it was bound to be more. the only thing that scared me was demolishing everything i’ve put in place for us. if she didn’t feel the same, then i would’ve ruined one of my best friendships i’ve ever had.

it’s been weeks since i’ve been forced to admire her in silence. it’s been weeks since i noticed her beautiful smile and her irresistible personality. it’s also been weeks that i haven’t done a single thing about it.

even when we hang out together, it feels like there’s a bubble between us, keeping me from loving her the way i want.

i want her to be loved as much as she deserves and it has to be me. whenever i look at her or get a text from her, my heart just swells up and the beat changes patterns. she makes me feel like i’m worth it, like i’m enough in this world.

but, the bubble grew. i couldn’t be with her as much anymore. i couldn’t sit there in pain knowing i can’t tell her everything i want to say to her. the only thing on my mind is y/n. she’s nothing but a breath of fresh air through the smoke. the way her mind works and results in an alluring human being fills me with pure bliss. there’s no denying that i was lost before falling for her, but she’s a flashlight.

the teasing and jokes from my team made it near unbearable, but i managed to push them to the side. eddie heard his own deal about her from me, and then spilt it all to the rest of the 118. now, every time y/n comes around, it’s like they’re anxiously waiting for a bomb to go off. it also horrifies me, knowing that one word from them could make or break this whole thing.

i’ve waited for y/n for so long, and she’s my puzzle piece. there are so many that don’t fit, but she’s the last one that makes a perfect puzzle.

i wish i was a superhero sometimes. i wish i had the ability to look into her mind and see if she loves me back. i only have my own mind, and i just have to go off that. but every night, i pray that she wants me just as bad.

the days had felt like they became longer, each shift, each time y/n and i hung out. i had to turn y/n down tonight because i couldn’t bear to listen to her and act like i wasn’t head over heels in love with her. so instead, i was dragged over to athena’s house for dinner with the rest of my friends. i couldn’t focus on anything anyone said to me. i was just thinking about y/n, feeling like shit that i cancelled on her, but also relieved that i didn’t have to face another night of torture.

“earth to buck,” chim chimes, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “what’s got you so lost?”

“oh, nothing,” i smile and tell him. “i just haven’t slept that much since last shift.”

“yeah, ok,” eddie chuckles and i shoot him a stare to kill. “what? it’s clear, man, what’s on your mind!”

“there is nothing on my mind!” i paint another fake grin on my face to try and change the conversation.

“am i missing something?” athena questions, coming to sit at the head of the table with a glass of wine in her hand.

“buck’s completely fallen over this girl and can’t find the guts to tell her,” hen gushes mockingly, looking up at the man through her glasses.

“oh, another!” athena teases. “tell me more.”

“it-“ i sigh. “it’s y/n.”

“you mean the one i met the other day? i could’ve guessed that.”

“what?” i ask.

“i saw it in your eyes the second that girl walked in. i haven’t seen you that enamored with someone in months and it even brought a smile to my face. so why don’t you say something?”

“because i don’t know if she feels the same way,” i complain, letting my arms fall on the table.

“you’ll be regretting it, though,” she tells me as i give her a look of confusion. “one day, she’ll find someone smarter than you. you’ll see her holding hands with him and not with you because he wasn’t afraid.”

the thought of y/n with another man makes me want to never leave the house again. if i ever saw someone holding her hand and it wasn’t mine, i can’t even predict how i’d act. no one gets me the way she does, and i’m afraid no one ever will. that’s why i’m afraid, i realized.

“you feel alive with her?” athena asks me.

“of course i do, more than i have with anyone else.”

“then what the hell are you waiting for?” she smirks, patting my shoulder. “get out of my house! go find that girl and don’t come back until you have her.”

i look around the table, getting glances from everyone and quick encouraging ‘go!’s. i push the seat out from under me, scoop my keys up in my hand and run out to my car. i’m not wasting another minute that this girl is not mine.

i repeat athena’s words in my head, picturing someone better than me with her. her smile, her laugh, while mine disappear without her. if her life begins with someone new, mine will end. i can’t back out now, and the words need to come out before i scare myself again.

i storm up y/n’s front steps, knocking on the door in a little melody so she knows that it’s me. i tap my foot on the ground nervously while i wait for her to pull open the door. the second she does, she says, “buck! hey-“

“i love you,” i say, breathless. “i can’t pretend that i’m not anymore because you are my person, and i can’t let someone else say it before me. you make me feel extraordinary, and i don’t know many people who can do that.”

i pause, taking a minute to collect myself as y/n stares into my eyes. i admire the color in her eyes, and even though she looks casual, she looks as pretty as ever.

“s-sorry,” i nervously say and laugh. “shit, that was a lot, but i couldn’t string myself along.” i look at her parted lips, her hair blowing in the light gusts of wind in the night. i take in every part of her and not one goes unloved by me.

“i’ve been falling for you for weeks,” she murmurs, making me step closer to her. “you’re one of the best people to come into my life. i’ve made some pretty bad choices, but you were the best one.”

all of her words touch my heart, wrapping herself around my finger. you never realize how fast someone can become your whole world until you truly want them to be. i walk closer to her again, putting my hand out as she makes contact with it.

“can i kiss you?” i ask as she nods, pulling me into her as she connects her lips with mine. her lips are soft and she tastes sweet. her comforting smell fills my nose as her lips mesh perfectly in mine. she took slow breaths, savoring every part of the kiss she could. i swear to god, i could climb every mountain and swim every ocean. just the feeling of being able to call her mine makes my heart jump. i pull myself away from her slowly, smiling on her lips before. i have a soft hold on her arms as she beams up at me from her doorstep.

“i knew we were bound to happen the day you stepped into that bar,” y/n speaks softly, her delicate voice and stirring sentence leaves me knowing she’s the one for me.

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tlou-reid · 1 year

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obx grass ✰ jj maybank

warnings ✰ mentions of drinking, marijuana use

summary ✰ jj surprises you with more than just weed

“like never ever ever?” jj looked at you with a slightly confused face. it wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to try or wouldn’t even try, it just wasn’t something that had happened yet.

“no, jj,” you clarify for the third for fourth time, “i’ve never done it.” you were kind of getting aggravated, unsure of why he kept asking. he was your best friend, but damn could he be annoying sometimes.

“but we smoke all the time.” the ‘we’ in question was the pogues. it was true, there was usually some weed involved in all of their hangouts, but you didn’t usually attend the group hangouts.

“okay? how often am i with them all together?” now you were getting really annoyed. his inquiry into your lack of marijuana use had definitely gone too far and was taking too much time. there was a party tonight and you were getting ready, propped up at your makeshift vanity of a mirror resting on your desk while he interrogated you. “that’s true, i guess. you usually run off with some touron.” jj laughed to himself, comfortable on your bed, tossing around a stuffed animal.

you stopped applying your makeup to glare at him, causing him to laugh more. he wasn’t wrong per say, but a lot of the time you used the touron excuse to get away from the party, not to actually be with one. parties aren’t really your things, and honestly neither are jj’s friends. you don’t hate the pogues, and the kooks in the island definitely see you as a pogue. however, you didn’t really hang out with all of them. you knew john b pretty well, as jj had grown up with him. you were actually quite close with sarah, you two texted a lot and you were her shoulder to cry on when she needed it. after the whole kiara and pope thing you took pope’s side and ended up hanging out with him more. this has created tension with kie, so you don’t really talk to her.

that’s not the only reason there’s tension between you and kiara. it’s very obvious she likes jj, which has always bothered you. you’d never admit it to anyone, but you were very much physically and emotionally attracted to the blonde boy. your family teases you, uses the ‘L’ word, but you won’t admit to yourself that they’re right. so, you avoid kiara. there’s no reason for any unnecessary competition. if he wants her, he can have her, even if it would break your heart.

“well maybe we change that tonight, get some good ‘ole outer banks grass into your system for the first time,” jj smiled as you stood up to grab your bag so you two could head out. “definitely not. my first time getting high will not occur within 5 miles of any kooks, let alone in their backyard.”

“that’s fair,” jj nodded. he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the door. “but we can still get fucked up.” you both laughed. the use of ‘we’ made your heart flutter. if you weren’t going to smoke, neither was jj.

the party was nice, you guys had a lot of fun. you danced, got super wasted and passed out on the couch of john b’s place afterwards. the kooks were surprisingly well-behaved, which made the night significantly more enjoyable than it would’ve been otherwise.

a week or so passes by before you see jj again. he was working a job now. some place on island needed people to clean boats during the day. jj always skipped school anyway so he picked it up. you guys still texted and such, but didn’t get the chance to meet in person.

the sun was starting to set when you received his text: ‘haven’t seen you in a while’. you replied with a simple: ‘sorry! been busy’. it wasn’t really your fault, but you wanted him to know it wasn’t like you were avoiding him. he answered quickly: ‘it’s all good. i’ll pick you up tonight at like 7. i got a surprise for you’.

his text made you smile like an idiot. he rarely ever has anything for you, so this was exciting. it made it hard to focus on your homework as you brainstormed your options.

a knock on your door startles you. you paused your show to open the door and were greeted with jj’s smiling face. “hi” he said. “hi, j”. you wanted to ask about the surprise so bad, but decided not to rush it.

“come on,” he gestured you away from the door. you followed, climbing on the back of his bike. he didn’t have anything in his hands, so you assumed he was taking you to the surprise. you were so excited to see what it was, you didn’t even put down the bottle of water you had been sipping it on. it was a little awkward as you had to hold onto him and make sure you didn’t drop it. luckily, it was a short ride down to the beach. there was a log that you guys would come to sometimes, just to talk about whatever was going on in your lives.

“do you know wanna know what your surprise is?” he says with a smirk. you eagerly nodded, not caring how childish you looked, sat on the log staring up at him. he reached into his pocket, pulling out a joint, placing it in his palm and holding it out to you.

“there’s no kooks for miles,” jj starts, “and i think it’d be good for you.” your smile had dropped when he pulled it out. your heart started to race. “jj,” you said with a sigh, “i don’t know.”

“come on princess, just try it. it won’t kill ya. if you don’t like it we’ll stop.” he was trying to get you to relax, you knew that. your nerves weren’t hidden at all. “i’m just nervous. what if i get all paranoid or whatever?”

“i’ll fight off your delusions, don’t worry,” he joked. when you glared at him, he begun, “no but seriously, i’ll take care of you. it’s not like we’re doing ecstasy, it’s just weed.” you stared at him a little longer before given a hesitant nod. “sick,” he said as he lit the joint and sat down next to you. “we’ll start easy.”

he took a few hits himself first. you could see the way the drug made him relax. the way his shoulders dropped and his face relaxed after a few hits. he turned towards you, “come ‘ere”. he took a hit and you leaned towards, thinking he was gonna pass you the joint. instead, he brings the hand that isn’t holding the joint to the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his.

you can’t help the gasp that comes out of your mouth. you can’t lie, you thought he was gonna kiss you. that thought quickly dissipated as he blew the smoke from his last hit towards your face. the gasp you had let out meant you inhaled a ton of it very quickly. this sent you into a coughing fit.

jj didn’t know what to do. he was just trying to get you started, not send you into an asthma attack. he just watched as you coughed an entire lung up. as your coughs began to slow down, he reached for the water bottle you accidentally brought with you, unscrewing the cap, and passing it to. you chugged the rest of it.

“i’m sorry,” he says as soon as you finish. “i was trying to do the thing in the movies, where they just share the smoke. so it wouldn’t be so scary for you. i should’ve told you first.” he sounded like a little kid as he tried to explain his thought process. if he wasn’t so adorable, you’d be pissed at him.

“it’s fine, j. i just thought,” you cut yourself off, not wanting to tell him what you thought. his eyes seemed wider now, waiting for you to finish your thought. “i just thought,” you start again, “that, um, never mind. i don’t know what i thought.” now you were really nervous. fuck the weed, what if he realized what you thought? what if he knew you wanted to kiss him?

“do you want to try again?” he said, changing the subject. the gears in his head were still turning, trying to figure out what went so wrong. “i’ll just try from the joint,” you said, reaching your hand out to it. “okay, be careful. just start small,” jj instructed.

he watched as you brought the joint to your mouth. he didn’t expect his thoughts to get so dirty as he watched you. as you inhaled, all he could think about was what other things you could wrap your lips around. this brought his eyes down to your lips. “shit,” he whispered with a small smile.

you finished your turn, passing the joint back to him. “shit what?” you asked after letting out another cough or two.

“you thought i was gonna kiss you.” he declared.

you face flushed, and your expression drop. how the fuck did he know that? jj’s not dumb, but you didn’t expect him to figure that out. “what are you talking about?” you sheepishly asked.

“wanna know how i know?” a big grin spread across his face as he locked eyes with you. your eyes were wide, trying to see if he was just guessing or actually figured it out. you nodded.

“because i really wanna kiss you right now.”

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jjk x reader #obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks smut #outer banks blurb #outer banks x you #outer banks x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank x pogue!reader #outer banks x y/n

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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For the kryptonian au since he’s part Superman has he ever encountered any kryptonite

A Pretty Rock

Jaune: Hi, Mom.

Kara: Hello, Jaune. Why did you call? You know we can just talk, and we can hear each other with our super hearing.

Jaune: I know, I just prefer looking at you when we talk, it feels better than this weird disembodied talking thing we do. Plus it doesn’t look weird.

Kara: Fair, that’s fair. So, how is school, meet any hot girls~?

Jaune: I won’t lie, there are a few.

Kara: Good, very good~!

Jaune: That’s all you’re gonna get on that front.

Kara: That’s good enough for me~! So, how are things going with your team?

Jaune: It’s going great! Well… Mostly great… Ren, is the brother I never had! He’s really great to be around, a but moody, but hey, who isn’t it? Pyrrha is a ray of sunshine, she’s been giving me help with all this stuff I need to learn about being a, Huntsman. She’s amazing~!

Kara: Is she now~?

Jaune: And, then there’s, Nora. Haaaa…

Kara: What’s wrong with, Nora?

Jaune: She’s developed a habit of finding shiny rocks, and throwing them at me.

Kara: What’s wrong with that?

Jaune: She’s either throwing, Dust shards she somehow manages to find. Or, a Kryptonite shards…

Kara: Oh, how did that go?

Jaune: Well…

~~~

Nora: Hey, Jaune! Look at the cool rock I found?

Jaune: What ro-AHCK?!

(Thud!)

Nora: Jaune…? Jaune?!

~~~

Kara: Green Kryptonite?

Jaune: Yep, she hit me square in the head. Knocked me out cold…

Kara: Ohhh…! That must have hurt…

Jaune: Yeah, she’s got one hell of a throwing arm…

Kara: Well, she was bound to find a green Kryptonite shard now, and then. You know how she’s like that.

Jaune: Yeah… Green shard…

Kara: What happened?

Jaune: Well…

~~~

Nora: Jaune, I made you this cool necklace with this pretty red rock!

Jaune: Red rock?! I don’t like red… rocks…

Nora: Tada~! Oh, don’t you look good~! Don’t you agree, Jaune? Jaune…?

Jaune: Hehe… Hey, Nora…?

Nora: Yeah?

Jaune: Didn’t you break my bed the other day…?

Nora: Yeah, sorry about that.

Jaune: Not yet you are.

Nora: Hmm?

~~~

Kara: Red Kryptonite?

Jaune: Yep…

Kara: Haa… What happened?

Jaune: Well… My month long detention is almost done…

Kara: Oh no…

~~~

Jaune: Bahahahaha! Burn you pathetic insects! Burn!

Ruby: He’s destroying the cafeteria with his laser vision!

Yang: AHHHH!!! He cut my hair?! My hair?!!!

Glynda: Why is he acting like this?!

Nora: Don’t worry! I’ve got this! Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: WHAT?!

Nora: Catch!

Jaune: Nice try, you’re not gonna… Gonna…? Uhh… Why is the cafeteria on fire?

~~~

Kara: Blue Kryptonite?

Jaune: Yeah…

Kara: Where does she find all of these?

Jaune: I don’t know, and I’m too scared to find out.

Kara: But she hasn’t found any other types of Kryptonite has she?

Jaune: No, no she did…

Kara: What did she find?

~~~

Jaune: It’s, Nora’s fault not mine! Red Kryptonite makes me evil!

Yang: But, you cut my hair, you bastard!

Jaune: Okay, I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…

Nora: Catch, Jaune!

Jaune: Don’t you dare?! Wait… Pink Kryptonite?! Ohh…

A brilliant shining light envelopes, Jaune as he turned into what some thought was a far more appealing form.

Jaune: Fuck…

Nora: Wow! You turned into a girl!

Jaune: I hate it when this happens… At least, my clothes changed to fit this body… But, gods I don’t have a bra! These things are at least are a, Double H! My back is going to kill me!

Nora: But, your smoking hot! Right guys! Guys?

Five red faces, and five noses bleeding. Jaune couldn’t help, but watch as his friends lost their minds. Jaune, couldn’t help, but sigh as he did it again.

Jaune: Haaa… Not this shit again…

~~~

Jaune: It wore off, but yeah, I hate it when that happens.

Kara: But, I like it when, Jeanne shows up.

Jaune: I don’t. And, I made it sure to tell, Nora that.

Kara: Oh, and how did you do that?

Jaune: I told her to cool off…

Jaune tilts the camera to the side to show, Nora frozen in a broke of ice.

Kara: Uhh… Is that a good thing?

Jaune: Well, I would drop her from really, really high up, but she enjoyed the fall too much. So, yeah… This is the best option I’ve got.

Kara: Will she be okay?

Jaune: Well, this is the forth time I’ve done it to her before. So, she’ll be…

(Shatter!)

Nora: I’m free! Take this, Jaune!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fineeee…

Kara: Hi, Jeanne, how are you?

Jaune: Haaa… Fuck.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #kara arc #pyrrha nikos #glynda goodwitch

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aquanova99 · 1 year

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The Snow Queen

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Tanya Denali x Reader

A/N: Why was finding a reason for the reader to have some kind of power so difficult this time for real? Anyways how are you guys I missed you, hope your lives are going well 🤍

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Circe was a goddess of sorcery who was skilled in the magic of transmutation, illusion, and necromancy.

Artemis: Goddess of nature, childbirth, wildlife, the Moon, the hunt, sudden death, animals, virginity, young women, and archery

It was certainly one of the most beautiful aspects of having such advanced eyesight. The ability to zone out and shut out the endless drone of sound she was forced to constantly hear without a seconds rest. By focusing on the details no human eye would be able to see, she could find a moments peace. The intricate details of every snowflake that landed on the strawberry blonde tips of her curled hair. She took in a deep breath, a crisp fresh scent of freshly packed snow. The release of air did not create even the slightest plume of smoke. Why would it when there was no warmth that came from inside of her. She copied the human action she’d seen many times over and tightened her hold on her jacket. Though it provided no actual change in her body temperature it still had a feeling of normalcy, the slight pressure change was almost enough to trick her mind that she was warming her cold body up. Her eyes looed up from her hair, landing on her gloves, and then they began to scan the horizon as they did every morning as of late, perhaps today would be the day she’d change her mind. Seen how mistaken she had been. The soft crunching of two pairs of feet on the hardened snow let her know her peaceful morning was about to come to an end.

“Tanya.”

“Don’t.”

“Tanya. We cannot survive like this.”

“You are always welcome to leave Eleazar. I’ve never forced you to stay here.”

“Tanya please, my husband means no harm. With all of the protection efforts being put in place we only worry we will attract attention.” Carmen tiptoes around the blonde, her patience growing thinner by the day.

“I will not stray from the diet. You are more than welcome to go back to eating humans but do so away from my home.”

It was an empty threat. Tanya didn’t have it in her to feel otherwise. For years life had been peaceful, perhaps sad at times when they would remember their losses but peaceful nonetheless. Then Garrett got bored. As far as Tanya was concerned this was all his fault. He had always been rather obnoxious to her, his shameless flirting had won over her sister and suddenly she became the only one without a mate. Without love. It wasnt fair. Human men no longer satisfied her, she was getting reckless. Using too much of her strength. Tanya had convinced herself that they were going unnoticed. She was a fool. With the years passing men seemed to become weaker? No. Stronger. Louder. More Aware.

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‘What are you?’

‘Why are you doing this?’

‘Please…stop’

Those words were the ones that stuck out the most. Before she could control her thirst, sure there were casualties both now… no one had ever told her to stop. She’d heard the stories from Rosalie, Siobhan, the horrors they went through. Tanya had been sick for weeks, discovering she had been no better than those monsters who had hurt her friends. How many men had done as she asked out of fear? It had been driving her mad for weeks. Had she been so blind to think they enjoyed it when she could barely feel anything at all? Then Garrett just had to question her recent lack of nightlife.

‘What’s the matter barbie? Tired of ravaging the villagers?’

‘What... did you just say?’

‘Garrett.’ Kate hissed

‘What? Are we still pretending they enjoy could ever enjoy our company that way?’

‘Would you suggest we kill them?’ Tanya scoffed at the idea, surely it couldn't have been that bad.

He shrugged, ‘I’m sure most them knew it could happen, probably would have prefered it in most cases. You can go on pretending as much as you want but just like Carlisle and his family…they can tell. No matter how much we may want we dont...we arent like them. All we do is cause pain Tan. No matter what way we come into conatct with them.’

He… knew? Did her sister? Did she care? Did she even want to know? No, not really, what Tanya wanted was an excuse. Garrett gave her an excuse. Suddenly the long peaceful days had turned into screaming matches filled with accusations, fights, threats. Every grievance aired like laundry. It was only days before they were at an impasse.

‘You need to get him out.’

‘He’s just worried. We all are. And by the way, you may have been turned first but you are not in charge of me.’

‘Kate please. We have lost too much to be at each others throats like this.’

‘Oh please. Stop. Just stop bringing it up. You act as if this is all his doing. We both know this stopped being about—‘

‘Don’t.’

Kate sighed, ‘It stopped being about "her" ages ago. You were basically her daughter, when she couldn’t replicate you with me, she turned Irina. Do you ever think I wanted this to be forced into a family I knew nothing about? It was only when Visili had come up that you even noticed a fraction of her neglect. Tell me sister, you were the one with the wonderful idea to find someone who could comfort us in our grieve... tell me how many men did you smell on me? You think I lured men to comfort myself? I’ve play along enough.’

‘You…wanted to kill them? Want to kill them? Even now?’

‘God- are you even…. Look. I do not care to hide what I am. We need food. I just played with mine a little.’ Kate shrugged, she said it so simply. A fact that everyone should know. It was something her and Irina never talked about, how Kate always seemed to leave early, never having even a hint of any man on her. Women sometimes but not in that way...Tanya blinked a few times to try and regain her composure.

‘And the women?’ She scoffed, both knowning Kate would never put herself in a position to harm another woman. Neither did Tanya, she supposed maybe deep down she did know what she was doing.

‘Better company. We all grieved differently. But times have changed.’ End of discussion. Tanya had to refocus the conversation, she wouldn't, couldnt lose another sister. Especially not because of her doing.

‘What do we do then?’

‘There’s less animals lately, don’t try and pretend otherwise. We can’t feed too much without drawing attention from the humans.’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘I’m done arguing Tanya. There’s too many conservation efforts and the locals are noticing the alarming lack of animals. We have to get off the diet. It-" Kate took a quick breath, steadying herself in an attempt to show her sister she was on her side, "It doesnt have to be a permanent solution.'

'No.' Tanys turned away quickly trying to stop whatever conclusion was coming

'Tanya.' Kate grabbed her shoulder, causing the shorter blond to whirl back around, furious. Kate took a step back, there was a new rage building in her sister. Something she had never seen before, and certainly never thought it could ever be aimed towards her.

'I said NO!' Tanya shook with rage. This was all she had left. She needed to keep this one thing, even if just for herself. She had never raised her voice with so much venom at her sister. Her voice to something that could only be described as a mere notch above a whisper, 'If you're so worried...go.'

'Tanya...' The sisters stared at eachother for what seemed an eternity. The silence was so deafening they thought they were able to hear the snow landing on the ground. Eleazar and Carmen watched Kate seem scared for the first time in their life. Her own voice soft, laced with concern

'If you insist on changing our lifestyle. Fine. Leave. And go eat happily elsewhere."

Kates lip trembled for only a second before her steel reserve returned, her eyes darkening, 'Fine.'

Garrett suddenly tried to be the one to diffuse things, started apologizing for angering Tanya to get them to where they were now. In truth, with food this sparce they had all begun worrying. He would never live with himself if Kate lost her sister. ‘Look Tanya, I shouldn’t have—‘

But before he could say more Kate grabbed his hand. With a slight shake of her head, Garret quietly nodded and followed his mate out the door.

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Now… here it was. Only weeks later and it was Carmen and Eleazars turn. And Tanya was too numb to care. She would rather starve for eternity, petrify before having to change the diet. It had been too long. It was the only thing she had been good at. She needed this. At least thats what she was telling herself. Maybe she could join the Cullens for a while. Not likely. She knew they were struggling too and with the amount of people in the coven any food would be a fight to acquire. She sighed as Carmen came up best to her placing her hands around her arms, the touch alone was enough to almost break her.

“We will see if there’s any luck elsewhere.” Tanya just nodded, “Call us anytime.”

With a kiss her and Eleazar ran off. Maybe to join Kate and Garrett. Maybe they would actually try. She couldn’t watch someone else leave her. Not again, she decided to head inside pretend none of this was happening, ignore the gnawing at her throat and stomach. Tanya retreated to the bathroom turning on the bath as hot as it would allow her. She didn’t have to worry about it burning anyway, so why not?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She counted every drop from the faucet. The steam from her bath dissipated, by the time she was well into the four hundred some odd drop the water had cooled. Her head turned towards the window in her room at a sudden noise. The sun was already setting in the distance, hues of orange, pink and purple painted the sky. She may have smiled at the thought of it if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with someone possible awaiting to attack her. Maybe the volturi decided it was time to pick her off. She sat up too quickly at the thought. The water splashed around as she sat up, drowning the noise.

“Shhh!” She hushed her self immediately, not quite believing she had actually tried to quiet water. She heard something she knew she had. While she could smell nothing but her own candles and perfumes she held out hope it was one of her coven mates. She quickly dressed and rushed towards her bedroom window. It wasn’t her family. It wasn’t anyone she had ever come into contact before.

She saw a figure walking away from her home, head full of ebony hair, braids woven into random strands.

Who was she? And what the hell was she doing here? Tanya thought to herself. She rushed faster than she ever had out to the front of her home, by the time she reached the deck the woman was gone. She saw her a mile in the distance, no human being could move that quickly, but when the woman turned it was clear she was not like Tanya either. Tanya’s hand gripped at the railing of her porch, the wood crackling at the pressure as she continued to stare at the retreating figure walking away.

When she was at the edge of the forest she finally turned, smiling and waving at Tanya before continuing deeper into the wilderness. The woman could only be described as ethereal by Tanya. She wore clothes that couldn’t possibly keep her warm, as if only for appearances. Just like her. She quickly made it to where she was just standing, her footprints already disappearing with the fading light and continuous downfall of snow.

Tanya listened as hard as she could, she heard a soft voice. She could also smell the sudden appearance of blood. A deer. There hadn’t been one near the house in months. Her hunger clouded her judgement, her sole priority to feed on whatever poor creature decided to return.

There was only a small clearing but enough to see the giant caribou, her eyes focused on the deer. Why wasn’t it running? Tanya could taste the warm pool running down her throat, finally, something was going right. She hissed at the animal, give it a chance to run. Make this more exciting. A warm laugh erupted from behind giant creature. And the woman stepped out from behind,

“I should be somewhat offended, but I guess he is really beautiful isn’t he?” Tanya let out a snarl, a warning. This woman needed to back away unless she wanted to become a casualty herself. She didn’t even flinch. She continued to pet the wild creature and laughed, a warm beautiful laugh. Tanya stared at her sepia brown skin, it shone in contrast to the white surrounding her. Her voice made Tanya snap to attention, “you won’t be eating this one.”

“Oh I’m not? Are you going to stop me?”

“I guess not. But I will help out this little guy.”

Before Tanya could ask what she meant the deer began disappearing before her eyes, “No!”

“Tsk. Tsk. We should be careful with earths most precious resources.”

“Bring. It. Back.”

“Why? So you can eat? There’s an overpopulation of humans for you to feast on. If you want them to survive so badly it would actually benefit you to put the smallest dent in some of them.” She took a few steps closer to Tanya. A lopsided smirk on her face as she almost skipped across the snow with her arms behind her back, she stopped right before Tanya, tilting her head as close as she could, “Your eyes. They’re darker than the night sky.”

Tanya growled, swinging her arm towards the girl in front of her. She disappeared as quickly as her arm went up. Suddenly reappearing next to a tree, she leaned against it holding waving one finger, “I thought we were getting along, tell me Tanya of the Denali coven, how long will it take for you to go back to a regular diet. I’m growing tired of these enchantments.”

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“You don’t listen very well do you? I need you start hunting humans, like you’re supposed to. Hunt the rich ones, or the evil ones so you appease whatever guilt you have.”

“I—who are you?”

“Aspa. Lovely to meet you.”

Tanya fixed her hair, trying to regain her composure, “so you’re the one behind all the missing animals.”

“Yes…and no. There really has been a problem. Humans…they’re greedy they take too much, destroy too much. They have been destroying this world since they were allowed to walk around….but they’re smart. No animal means no resources from them to take. So if enough of them disappear for a while they begin making an effort. An actual effort, if only to ensure they survive.”

“So how long until that effort pays off.” Tanya spit out

“You surprise me Tanya. Your extended family broke so quick it was almost too easy.”

“You mean—“

“Oh yea. The Cullens have long been off the diet, the doctor and blonde were difficult to convince but wow the younger guy, he broke instantly. All it took was for their youngest to feed on a poor classmate trying to walk her home, like dominoes really. But you… you want to starve yourself.”

“I would rather not actually.”

“Does it help?”

“Help what?”

“You’re guilt? Does it take it away?”

“I don’t…”

“Please. I had to observe all of you for years to know how to best accomplish all of this. It won’t change what you did to those men.”

Tanya choked back a sob, “I didn’t think—“

“Why? Because no one ever said anything? You knew. Deep down you knew.”

“I get it okay? I’m a monster, I just—I wanted to think they cared about me enough to say nothing. I thought they—forget it” Tanya turned to walk away, but Aspa reached out and grabbed her arm

“So then be better. If you really didn’t know then stop and just continue to not do it. Besides most of those men approached you with less than good intentions anyway.” Tanya shook her off, she had no idea what she’d gone through

“But…”

“Just do better. Find your own person.”

“Where did you even come from?”

She clicked her tongue, “well that’s not very nice is it?” She waited for Tanya to look away, embarrassed. “My birth mother I suppose. She was a hunter and follower of Artemis. A god took a liking to her, she said no, he didn’t care. You know know how it all goes in those stories. Artemis took pity on her, let her give me up so she continue following the goddess. And then little me well… she took me to an island gave me her blessing and I was raised by a wonderful enchantress, my adopted mother I suppose.”

“Goddess? That’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“There are no gods like that. They….aren’t real”

“Maybe to you? They’re plenty real to me. I’m sure the caribou you were thirsting over would be shocked to learn about something like the pudu in South America.”

“Are you equating me to an animal?”

Aspa laughed again, “you love to purposefully avoid what people are trying to communicate with you. Is that why your sister decided to go back to the original meal plan?”

“No I just— I don’t understand.”

Aspa leaned forward, stopping centimeters from Tanya’s face, eliciting a gulp from the blonde, “Understand this. The animals will not return anywhere until I say so. You will not be able see, hear or touch them. No one will.”

“What about the humans? Without animals don’t you think they will outsource all of the plants?”

“Oh Tanya don’t worry about them. They will find exactly how much they need and if some must go…well. That will work out better in the long run.”

She tried to step back but Aspa stepped forward regardless, Tanya could barely breather. Aspas scent filled every cell in her body. Her blood smelled sweet, as if she was filled with the ichor of the gods she claimed to be a descendant of. Her mischievous grin slightly reminded her of Kate whenever people would doubt her abilities. Could she really go back to the old diet? Aspa reached out and raised Tanya’s chin. The heat from her touch felt as if her handprint would be permanently etched on her face. Tanya half hoped it would, before she convinced herself and this was all a dream.

“Tanya you worry too much. Believe me there are plenty of people for you to eat where it shouldn’t harm your conscious. Really, you’d be doing me a favor. You should visit the Amazonian coven, they’ve been helping me with my little homework since I began.” Somehow the knowledge of Aspa showing herself to another vampire almost urged another snarl from her lips.

“You’ve been making your rounds then?”

Another chuckle as she turned around flipping her thick hair as another rush of her scent filled Tanya nose, citrus and what smelled like some type of spirit, “I had to get in touch with your ‘kings’ so yes, you are the last on my list.”

“What?! You’ve met with the volturi?”

She crossed her arms as she made her way towards the end of the clearing, “of course. I did. Your kind isn’t the only ones I’m working with here. The fae and nymphs were the easiest to convince. The witch too but they mainly enjoy the chaos. Most of the others are unaffected. It’s a big world Tanya. You should see more of it when you have the chance.”

The clearing seemed to widen, as if the earth was ready to swallow the woman into the trees. Never to be seen again. It was too much for Tanya to process. Already Aspa had begun disappearing, except unlike the first time this evening she feared not knowing if she would ever see her again. “So that’s it?”

She turned back and simply nodded her head, “mhm. In another few years everything should be back to normal. Some places may even be overpopulated…that is if you want to go back to hunting them.”

“If I do... Will you take them away again?”

“Tch please, aside from my mother who was kind to let learn her magic. I follow the one my birth mother followed too. And she was the best huntress there ever was. There’s a fine line between necessity and sport.” She smiled as she peered behind her shoulder, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Hm is that a promise or a threat?”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “I guess we’ll see. Won’t we?”

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“Tanya.”

“Go away.” Her sister voiced grated her ears, she decided to cover herself in blankets

“Tanya so help me I will shock you out of bed, you can’t lay around all day.”

Tanya continued to cocoon herself in blankets, “I can actually. What does it matter anyway I’m just laying down. It’s only been a few days.”

Kate sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, “you’ve gotten like the past two here years around this time.”

“I have not.”

“You have. I know because around the time we had that fight.”

Tanya sighed knowing full well that had little to do with it, “I promise I’m fine. I just….I want to rest.”

Kate groaned in her protests, slapping her legs as she stood up, “Nope we are all doing something so get up.”

Tanya had no time to protest before Kate promptly kicked her off the bed, Tanya struggled to get out decidedly just tearing through the thick blankets, downing effectively covering every square inch of her room, “Kate! What the hell??”

Kate laughed, “well it worked.”

Garrett rested his arm on the doorway, “if I knew feathers would have been flying I would have been in here from the beginning.”

“I’m sure you would have.” Kate winked at him causing Tanya to roll her eyes

“Ugh. You win I’m up. Now get out, I need to clean.”

“No the point is to get out. Come on, we haven’t ran in awhile. We can go find one of those hanging lakes the humans live to visit.”

“I do hear they’re quite beautiful.” The three whirled around towards the sound of someone coming from the deck in Tanya’s room. Aspa sat on the railing pretending to inspect her nails. Kate and Garrett snarled and lunged towards her. Tanya opened her mouth to protest but Aspa disappeared into dust before either one could grab her. Garrett almost crashed into the railing towards the floor below. She reconfigured next to Tanya her arm resting on her shoulder.

“I see you haven’t told your friends about me. I’m not sure why but I think I’m slightly offended.”

“You’re….back?”

“I did say I would be.” She quickly looked over Tanya, “I’m glad you listened, the red suits you.”

Tanya looked away at the compliment. Kate looked between her sister and the stranger, in all the centuries between them she’d yet to see her sister ever get flustered like this. “Yo-you know her?”

Aspa wiggled her fingers, scrunching her face in a smile. “Oh we’re acquainted. I promised to pay Tanya here a visit.”

Tanya shrugged Aspa off, wondering what it meant that she was finally back, “so it’s done? It’s all balanced?”

“Since last year actually, I just wanted to see if you would go back. You never even checked.”

“I found ways to appease my guilt.”

“You’ll have to tell me about them sometime.”

Kate started to protest before Garrett wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into him as he slightly nodded and winked, “come on Katie. I thought we were going to race. Let’s let Tanya and her… friend catch up.”

Kate looked up at her mate, a conversation passing through them before she nodded and the two disappeared from the cabin. Aspa was mouthing a goodbye to the pair as Tanya spun to face her new guest fury climbing at her.

“Why are you here?”

“I told you I would come.” She shrugged, “isn’t that why you asked me about the promise?”

“What you couldn’t communicate earlier than today?”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

“We both know you are smarter than that.”

Aspa softened tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she trailed the back of her hand down her cheek and until she hand chin in between her thumb and pointer finger, “you’re right. That was rude of me. Can you forgive me?”

She pushed her hand away from her face, “ugh. No.”

“No?” She stepped away a pout starting to form on her face

“No. You have to do better than that.”

“Okay well I know of a few places I doubt even you’ve stepped foot on, would you like to see them?”

“I guess seeing as I have nowhere to be.”

“Oh don’t be like that. It will be the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“Who says it’s a date?”

“I do. Come on. I’ll show you a great time.” Aspa extended her hand, Tanya hesitated for only a second before grabbing it. “Ready?”

“Where are we even going?”

“Somewhere warm, where you don’t have to worry about hiding yourself.”

“I doubt anyplace warm can offer that kind of freedom.”

“You doubt me?”

“I—no. It’s just…”

Aspa interrupted Tanya with a kiss in the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry it will be perfect.”

“You’re right. It will be.”

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cowboyemeritus · 1 year

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Ghouls' Night Out (Ghoulettes/Reader)

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight.

Or, the ghoulettes become your three weed-smoking girlfriends. (18+)

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It started off as a joke.

“Where the fuck are you guys going?” Dew had asked. He’d caught them on their way out of the common room. “It’s, like…” He glances towards the clock on the wall and squints. “It’s 11:30 on a Thursday.”

Cirrus scoffs. “Since when did you have a bedtime, grandpa?” Having been called topside first, the fire ghoul is technically their elder. And despite his attitude on stage, Dewdrop is also one of Papa’s most trusted. Still, he rolls his eyes at the insult and jeers. They lock eyes for a moment before they both chuckle, breaking the tension in the room.

“Obviously,” Sunshine pipes up, “we’re gonna go have an orgy with one of the Sisters.” She gestures to the bottle of wine in Cumulus’ hand, then to the bowl and grinder in hers. “Because we’re such good little servants of the Dark Lord.” The girls giggle and almost immediately, Dew is quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, now seriously intrigued. Because of course.

“We were kidding,” Cumulus interjects, before this tomfoolery can go any further. “But seriously, it’s Girls’ Night. No boys allowed.” She shoos him off with a wave of her hand and Dew scowls.

“Whatever. It’s not my fault if you’re all dogshit at practice tomorrow.” The small ghoul turns and saunters off down the hall, likely to go sulk in his room. A few minutes later, the ghoulettes are knocking on your door.

After a glass of wine and a few good hits, it’s not a joke anymore. Cumulus’ lips are deliciously soft against yours, and you can’t help but moan as Sunshine impatiently drags your shirt up, the fabric catching on your firm nipples. You’re parted from the air ghoulette for only a moment as the garment is pulled over your head, but the sensation of pressing your mouths together again makes you shiver. When you feel Cirrus working to open the clasp of your bra, you have to pull away, gasping for air.

“Sure you wanna keep going?” The keytarist asks, just barely scraping some restraint together. You nod fervently.

“I do. I really, really want to. I can’t promise I’ll be any good, but-“ You’re cut off by Cirrus leaning in and claiming your mouth, her forehead smacking against yours.

Despite the odd placement in the week, the four of you could not have picked a better night for this. It’s late June, just past the solstice, and the sky is crystal clear. You’ve trekked out a ways into the orchard, the distance from the lights of the Abbey giving you a better view of the stars. Although the nights here are not as sweltering as the ones back home, the warmth of the three women wraps around you like a blanket, heating you to your very core. It may be the weed talking, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt so blissed out in your whole life.

Sunshine’s fingers every so slightly tickle as she finishes the job unclasping your bra. You’re just barely able to shrug it off your shoulders before all three are groping at your breasts, their touch like lightning coursing through you. A particularly skillful thumb swipes across one of your nipples and you moan into Cirrus’ mouth, your lips parting ever so slightly. Seizing the opportunity, she bullies her forked tongue into yours, her fangs clacking against your duller canines.

Feeling brave, you turn your body as best as you can to fondle Cirrus’ chest. Her breasts are surprisingly soft through the cotton of her t-shirt and you can’t help but give them a squeeze. Her pleasured groan makes you shudder.

Fuck, you’ve wanted to do that for so long.

Tentatively, experimentally, you run the tips of your fingers over her pierced nipples. At the same time, you feel Sunshine’s bare chest press against your back as she locks lips with Cumulus. Fingers circle and then pinch your nipples and you moan, grinding your crotch into the picnic blanket beneath you. Cirrus retreats slowly and you follow after her, letting the other two ghoulettes converge fully.

“C’mere,” she coos. You oblige immediately and she lays you down, straddling your waist. She kisses you once, full of sensuality and want, before she peels her shirt off and flings it into the grass. You’re worshipping her breasts as soon as they spring free, propping yourself up on your forearms and craning your neck to take a nipple into your mouth. The feeling of the hard bud on your tongue, the piercing tasting ever so slightly of metal, makes your cunt clench around nothing. Something primal awakens in you and you stop thinking entirely. Reflexes that have been dormant for years suddenly reawaken and you start sucking, reaching up to work her other nipple between two fingers. Cirrus groans and grinds her pussy into yours.

“Mmm, you’re a natural, sister.” The praise goes straight to your core.

A moan suddenly cuts through the haze of sex and drugs. You glance over to find Sunshine already completely nude, in the process of pulling Cumulus’ lacy black panties down her legs. The air ghoul’s soft figure has you salivating in spite of the dry feeling in your mouth. All three catch you staring.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Sunshine asks, giving you a mischievous look. She parts Cumulus’ legs and a line of actual drool dribbles out the corner of your mouth. She’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever fucking seen. You swallow hard and nod, Cirrus’ nipple still between your lips.

“I know,” she purrs, trailing off into a moan. “Makes you wanna just…” Suddenly, she drops down and buries her face in Cumulus’ pussy, lapping greedily. Cumulus moans and immediately, her hands are tangling in the multi-ghoulette’s russet curls. You whine and grind your hips up against Cirrus.

“You wanna get a taste?” She asks, glancing at the others before locking eyes with you. The only response you can give is to place your lands on her slender waist and ever so slightly slide her sleep shorts down. Cirrus chuckles. Her slivery eyes glimmer in the starlight and you swear for a moment you’re seeing the visage of Lilith herself.

“Please,” you beg. You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. With a small groan, Cirrus lifts off of you and comes to kneel by your side.

“Guys, get over here,” she says while shimmying out of her shorts and panties. Sunshine looks up from Cumulus’ cunt just in time to watch her pull your bottoms off, exposing your dripping heat to the night air. She smiles, fangs glinting, before pulling off of the air ghoulette and crawling over to the opposite side of the blanket, presumably to pack another bowl. You sit up and are immediately met by Cirrus and Cumulus, three of you melting into a puddle of sloppy, confused kisses where no one can quite tell who’s who. The entire time you’re pawing at their chests, craving the delicious weight of a breast in each hand.

“Let me in, sluts,” Sunny teases, working herself in between the other two ghoulettes. She lights up and Cirrus pulls away, leaving you and Cumulus tangled in each other’s arms. The multi-ghoulette takes a long drag, holding it in with an expectant look. Cirrus leans in and presses her open mouth to Sunshine’s lips, eyes closing blissfully as she inhales the smoke from her partner’s lungs. You’re so distracted by the display that the feeling of Cumulus’ hand coming to cup your pussy is almost a shock. The sensation pulls out an airy moan from deep in your chest, and she uses the opportunity to slide her wet tongue past your lips and halfway down your throat. The heel of her hand presses into you ever so slightly and you keen, moaning around the intrusion in your mouth.

Cirrus shotguns a few more hits before Sunshine offers the bowl to you. Ever so graciously, Cumulus lets you go so that you can take a long pull, the earthy aroma of the smoke flooding your senses. Soon, you’re feeling light as air and know that someone needs to take the pipe away before you overdo it. You shut your eyes and lean back against Cirrus’ naked chest, holding out the piece of glass until someone — you’re not sure who — takes it.

“One more,” you hear Cumulus’ melodic voice beg. “I wanna give you one more.” Against your better judgement, you nod in assent, and the pipe crackles nearby.

Right as her parted lips press against yours, a finger slides through your folds and sinks into your cunt. You gasp, inhaling all the smoke at once. It registers in your brain that your lungs are burning, but you can’t quite feel it, and are able to slowly exhale out your nose. If you were any more sober, you’d no doubt be hacking and wheezing. You let out a pathetic moan as she pumps into your pussy, already so soaked it squelches with each thrust.

“God damn,” Sunshine says, barely a whisper. For a long moment, all three ghoulettes are silent. You don’t need to see to know they’re watching your cunt drool all over Cumulus’ hand. You taste metal for a split second, then a hot mouth, presumably Sunny’s, is latching onto your breast. Fangs ever so slightly digging into your skin, she sucks hard, clearly in order to leave a mark, and you find yourself hurtling towards an unexpectedly fast climax. Sensing your imminent end, Cumulus slides a second, and then suddenly a third finger inside your cunt. The stretch is absolutely decadent and you jerk violently, cumming with a moan so loud it startles the birds out of the surrounding apple trees. Colors flash behind your shut eyes as you writhe, trapped between the three ghoulettes, your orgasm longer and harder than anything you’ve experienced before. It could be the weed, but then again, Cumulus could be that skilled with her fingers. She is a pianist, after all.

When you finally come down, your legs are shaking and there are tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Slowly cracking them open, you take in the sight of the women around you. Cirrus and Sunshine are watching you intently, tongues connected by a string of saliva. You make eye contact with the multi-ghouletteand she lets out a small laugh at the fucked out expression on your face. The sound is rich and bright, warming you to your very center. Cumulus pumps into you a final few times before withdrawing from your cunt. She raises her fingers to her mouth and her forked tongue darts across them. With a satisfied groan, she extends her hand to the other two, who lap up your juices greedily. You watch, mouth agape and totally transfixed. Never in your life have you seen such beautiful creatures. The fire in your belly explodes back to life and you, too, take Cumulus’ fingers into your mouth. Cirrus chuckles.

“Ready for more already, babe?” She asks, reaching around to cup your breasts. The whine you let out when she pinches your nipple is indication enough, and all three descend on you like starving wolves. With a sigh, you melt into their embrace, preparing yourself to be completely and utterly devoured.

There really is nothing like a Girls’ Night.

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helenofsimblr · 8 months

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Guy: Isaac, if this is about me bringing a few girls back and you’re thinking where do I get some sweet action, I’ve told you, we can go sort it out. The Librarian is so into you.

Isaac: The Librarian is in her early 30’s and a divorcee with two kids, she smokes like a chimney, her hair looks like it's never been washed and styled, she also weighs about 3 tons in case you didn’t notice.

Guy: Isaac, I’m not talking about you marrying her and settling down, I’m talking about getting you laid. If we do that, maybe you’ll be a bit easier to live with.

Isaac: Oh Guy you fuckin’ asshole.

Guy: Isaac I don’t know how to react and help you here. Every time I suggest people or a double date you always find fault. “She’s too tall.” “She’s too fat.” “She’s got too many piercings.” “She has too many tattoos.” “She smokes too much.” “She’s dumb.” “She’s got kids.” Same old shit over and over. You literally find ways to sabotage your own chance at being happy.

Isaac: I don’t need your help in sorting out my love life. I could have had a good relationship with Becca, till you sabotaged that.

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Elita: Iria dressed and made her way, she said goodbye to Guy she knew that it would have to be a permanent goodbye. She had had a wonderful night so wonderful in fact that she began to feel her resolve to go into her arranged marriage crumbling. Guy had excited her in ways no man ever had before, and the passion was off the charts, her pelvis was hurting a little this morning. IF she saw him again she’d have been happily ditching her arranged marriage. No, Iria had a wonderful night and was hopeful that if her betrothed was anything like Guy she would be happy. In a weird way, it all gave her hope for the future.

Elita: She might have felt a bit different if she knew that Guy was partially responsible for the tidal wave that nearly washed Sulani away…

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After Guy came back in…

Isaac: So will she be a returning guest, or like your others? One and done?

Guy: No, I think she’s a one and done.

Isaac: Oh good, because we have to make a presentation today, you know, in readiness to publish our paper?

Guy: Uh yeah, I nearly forgot, I just need to get a shower and eat something quick.

Isaac: Are you going to be alright? I mean, you didn’t sleep a lot did you?

Guy: Doesn’t matter. I can manage having a night without sleep. Don’t worry Isaac. It will all be ok.

Isaac: I’ll be ok. It's you I’m worried about.

Guy: Don’t be. We got this.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #season Two #crossover #tac #sparkiekong #Guy #Isaac #Iria

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s1eep-o · 1 year

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Hi!! :) can I request a bam margera fic (male or gn! Reader) maybe Bam gets hurt and reader takes care of him and accidentally confesses that their in love with him 💕 (I hope this sounds ok!)

pairing: bam margera x gn!reader

warnings: drinking, smoking, injures.. inform me if there are more! xoxo

bruises.

“ 1..2..3.. Action! “ Jeff shouts from behind the camera. ‘’This is Electric Avenue. ‘’ Johnny says to the camera, chuckling. Standing at the end of the course with camera guys and your first-aid kit, your palms start to sweat. Being a nurse for Jackass was probably not the best job option.. you thought. “ Dude I’m gonna pass out! ‘’ Steve-O pants as the rest of the guys are pacing while cursing. The second the boys stepped onto the course you had to turn away, only hearing their shouts and curses. Looking at your shoes an out of breath and sweaty Ehren lands by your feet and is groaning causing you to cringe. Finally, everyone has gone through the course. Helping the boys by handing some ice-packs out and giving words of reassurance, you make your way over to Bam. God his hair.. Was all you could think of while walking over to him. ‘’ You alright there Bam? ‘’ you ask him with a soft smile. ‘’ I mean it’s not the worst I’ve been through.. could you hand me one of those? ‘’ he says while pointing to an ice-pack. ‘’ Oh yeah of course!’’you respond by handing him one of the ice-packs you were holding.

‘’ Alright good work today guys!, ‘’ Jeff announces ‘’ We’ll all meet up at the bar at around 7 o’ clock… to celebrate, yeah?’’ he says followed by some mumbling. As everyone began to walk off the set Bam decided to stay with you to help clean up the ice-packs and the rest of the mess. ‘’ Bam you know you can go off with them, right? You don't have to stay here with me.’’ you told him, ‘’ What if I just want to keep you company? ‘’ he says with a smile. I know that smile… ‘’ Okay what did you do this time? ‘’ you say with a sarcastic motherly tone. ‘’ Okay but to be fair it wasn’t my fault this time! ‘’ he says while taking a seat and pulling up his shirt to show a harsh scratch on his back. ‘’ Geez what happened? ‘’ you say with a chuckle.

It was a little later almost time for the bar when you finished patching up Bam’s scratch. ‘’ My work here is done! ‘’ you say with a smile and a small pat on Bam’s shoulder, ‘’ Thanks, you're the best.’’ Bam stands up and gives you a little shoulder hug. ‘’ I’m gonna get ready to go to the bar, you gonna be there?’’ he asks, as you respond with a swift nod and a sweet smile. Oh that smile… Bam thought.

When you arrived at the bar it seemed everyone was intoxicated already and Darf decided to come out and play. Looking around the place you see Bam sitting in a booth and he waves you over. ‘’ Hey boys. ‘’ you say as you sit down next to Bam. It’s late, you're drunk, everyone is drunk actually. Laying your head on Bam;s shoulder and humming along to the song that was playing. Looking up at Bam to find that he was already looking at you. ‘’ Bam you wanna go outside with me? Get some fresh air… a smoke?’’ you ask, Bam answered with a small yes. Getting out of the booth and him trailing you like a puppy hearing Ryan and Johnny giggling from the booth. Leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging from your mouth you turn to Bam who is staring at you with his puppy eyes, you had to tell him… you couldn't keep it a secret anymore. ‘’ Bam.. I.. I think I really like you.. ‘’ you whisper, looking down at your feet- playing with your fingers. When you didn’t get you looked up and were met with Bam’s lips. His gloved hands on both sides of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You had to break the kiss for some air, your faces close the cold air nipping your skin while you stared at each other without saying a word. ‘’ I think I really like you, too. ‘’ Bam finally broke the silence, followed by giggling. You both snap your heads up to see Johnny and Ryan by the door covering their mouths and giggling like little school girls. “ Oh you two are so dead. ‘’ Bam seethes while stalking over to them.

A/N:

ok so maybe it's not exacctlyyy what the request says buttt i personally think it's an okay job...sooo here it is!! i didnt know what to title it so i js picked a song i liked. i hope you enjoyed it!

#jackass 2 #jackass #jackass x reader #jackass fic #bam margera #x gn!reader #gn!reader #johnny knoxville #dave england #ehren mcghehey #ryan dunn #preston lacy #wee man #steve o #chris pontius #multifandom writer #multifandom account

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azurdlywisterious · 1 month

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Terrible News, Children

Strange place I found myself in. That guy, Dukov, and his girls went upstairs. I poke around a bit, trying to find that liquor cabinet. Needless to say I don’t find it.

I stare up at the ceiling, looking at all the bizarre things hanging from it. One of those is a jukebox. I haven’t listened to music in a while, it’s be nice to hear something happy.

You don’t deserve something happy.

I deserve to listen to something aside from you. I shake my head, trying to get the voices out, and turn on the jukebox. To my delight, I hear Three Dogs bow-wow over the air. What a delightful way to find out that I’m back in the range of Galaxy News Radio!

“News flash! Listen up, children,” Three Dogs’ voice rings out in the pre war lobby. “Lock your damn doors. The Pirate of the Wastes is out there, wreaking havoc, wrecking lives. Here's the latest.”

He’s talking about you.

No, he can’t be. I- I’ve done so much good!

Have you? Check your charts. I don’t think you have.

“Children, I'm afraid I've got some terrible, terrible news,” I hear him report mournfully. “GNR sources have confirmed that the mushroom cloud seen in the vicinity of Megaton was in fact... Megaton.”

No. No! This can’t be happening!

Yes, it can.

I sit down on the couch. My head is spinning. There’s no way… There’s no way anyone knows it was me. There’s no way they would know. Burke and Tenpenny are dead. No one else would know.

Three Dogs continues, “It's been no secret that the pre-war nuke in the center of town had a live atomic core, and under the wrong conditions, could still go kaboom. Well go kaboom it has.”

Do you like the sight of smoke, Danburite? Because there’s plenty of it now. Right across the road from where you grew up. Butch and Amata will find out what you did soon enough. Your father doesn’t love you.

He said under the wrong conditions. I still have plausible deniability!

Do you?

“But it was all just a tragic accident, right?” He asks.

Right!

Is that so, Danburite?

His voice darkens as he answers with, “Don't you believe that for a second, folks.”

I feel my stomach drop. I feel sick. I can’t be hearing this. This can’t be right!

He elaborates, “Word is that twisted old land grabber Allistair Penny, founder of the posh Tenpenny Tower, has been looking to secure that spot for years. I suspect foul play, folks.”

I clasp my hand tightly over my mouth and try to force my lungs to take deep breaths. I don’t succeed.

The sound a watch makes when enveloped in cotton…

Shut the fuck up! I feel tears pool in the small gap between my cheeks and my tightening hand. He still might not think it’s me!

But Three Dogs asks, “But just who did the dirty deed? Ask yourself this why has the kid from Vault 101 been sighted hanging around Tenpenny Tower? Why indeed...”

My vision is spotty. My ears are underwater. My heart my heart my heart is slamming against my ribs. I can’t breathe without screams coming about but I can’t scream here so I just don’t breath. This is all your fault! Why are you laughing?!

Because no one will ever believe it wasn’t you.

“Whatcha need?” Dukov’s voice ends up piercing through. “How about a drink?”

He hands me a bottle of whisky; which I drink in full. I stare dead ahead. I shouldn’t be drinking right now.

“Wasn’t expecting a scrawny bastard like you to be able to do that,” he remarks, impressed. “You should come back when you’re in a better mood to party with me and my girls!”

He laughs heartily as “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” plays. I don’t respond outside of thanking him for the drink and stumbling out of his building.

Rivet City. I need to find Vera. I need to find Rivet City.

#fallout 3 #fo3 Danny #decided to novelize something that happened last session and I may have gone a bit overboard #anyways if u haven’t met Danny then here’s Danny #he’s… he’s got issues

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thiswasinevitableid · 1 year

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#10 with OT4, it’s so perfect.

NSFW if you can.

Happy Holidays, and thank you!

Here you go! I did indeed make it NSFW

10. Three ghosts just showed up and are telling me about Christmases past, future, and yet to come but I’m pretty sure they’ve got the wrong bedroom

There are three, good looking men at the foot of his bed.

Were this any other context, Joseph would think he was having a sex dream. But a quick pinch of his thigh has confirmed that’s not the case, so he shifts his grip on the covers in case he needs to throw them off to fight or flee in a hurry.

“Um, can I help you gentlemen?”

“It is we who are here to help you.” The figure on the right, silver haired and smiling wide, gestures to his companions, “we are the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future, and we have come to show you the error of your ways and how you may mend them, Richard O’Hare.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, “I think you have the wrong house.”

“This is 469 Cherry Way, Apartment 302, right?” The ghost on the left speaks with an unexpectedly southern drawl.

“Yes, but my name is Joseph Stern. Also, I’m Jewish.”

“Fuck” The ghost in the middle, tall and bearded like a spectral lumberjack, studies a glowing piece of paper that just appeared in his hand, “O’Hare is dead. This is his old apartment.”

“Brilliant.” The silver-haired ghost rubs his forehead, “I did not bother to check the timelines since I assumed the front office would have updated their files in a timely manner.”

“Ain’t your fault, ‘Drid.” The ghost of what he assumes is the past turns to Joseph, “you got any Hanukkah based regrets? Or, uh, any winter-related ones?”

“I regret plenty of things, but no. This time of year isn’t all that fraught for me.”

“Aw beans.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been in this kind of situation and it’s very frustrating. Or, well, not this exact situation but I bet afterlife bureaucracies are just as bad as the ones on earth. Is there a ritual or something I have to do to help you get back to the afterlife? Or at least help you mark the job as done.”

The bearded ghost fiddles with the arm of his fir green and fur-lined robe, “We won’t be able to go back until the end of Christmas Day, and we can tell them it was a mix-up; they didn’t reassign us.” He waves the paper and it dissipates into green smoke.

Stern glances at his alarm clock; it’s three in the morning. He’s in his pajamas with the little mothmen on them. He’s getting towards the end of his groceries. In other words, he’s in no state to host anyone.

But how often does a paranormal experience just fall into his lap?

“You’re welcome to spend the day here. I don’t have the most exciting Christmas schedule but I don’t mind the company.”

“Ohthankfuck.” The bearded ghost smiles, “we were literally gonna be stuck floating around the building the whole day otherwise. Uh, so, I’m Barclay. This is Indrid and Duck.” He points to the silver-haired ghost and then southern ghost.”

“It’s a nickname.” Duck adds.

Indrid floats over to sit on the edge of the bed, “Tell us, what does today look like for Joseph Stern?”

“A quiet morning followed by getting Chinese food and going to a movie.” He shrugs, “cliche, but I really do enjoy it.”

“No big breakfast?” Barclay looks genuinely disappointed.

“Not unless I’m visiting my sister; her in-laws celebrate Christmas and my niece is growing up with both.” He sighs, still sleepy enough to feel sentimental, “She always makes our mom’s coffee cake recipe.”

“I, uh, I could try making it if you want.”

If Joseph didn’t know better, he’d say the ghost was blushing.

“I’d…I’d actually really like that. Thank you.”

Barclay smiles and fades from view. Joseph stands, stretching to get the kinks from his back. When he turns towards the door, he finds Duck’s gaze finishing a prolonged trip down his body.

Duck is exactly the kind of guy he used to pick up at bars so, to prove to himself he’s not out of practice, he drops his own gaze to Duck’s round belly and gorgeous thighs, then meets his eyes with a smile.

He excuses himself to the kitchen to help Barclay. As the bedroom door closes, Indrid lits, “yes, my sweet, I feel much the same.”

Before he can wonder who the spirit agrees with, he bangs his shin into a pumpkin the size of a small child. His counters are overflowing with pie, cookies, roast turkey, tureens of vegetables, and more casserole dishes than a church potluck.

Barclay looks sheepishly from where he’s trying to close Joseph’s fridge against a tide of cheese and clanking bottles, “Sorry, I’m still getting the hang of all this. Being the ghost of Christmas present is all about abundance and stuff so whenever I enter a kitchen this happens.” He waves his hand twice and the fridge slams shut, “phew, okay, I'm gonna try getting the coffee out again.”

“Here, let me.” Joseph fishes the bag from the refrigerator door, nudges an apple pie drizzled with caramel sauce to the side so he can reach the coffee pot, “do any of you take milk or sugar?”

“Duck and I both take it black.”

“I would prefer creamer, if you have it.” Indrid materializes through the wall while Duck steps through the threshold from the hall.

“I have eggnog. I like to put that in mine.”

“Oooh, yes please!” Indrid reaches for a sugar cookie, which slips through his fingers. He grumbles, but a second cookie floats off the plate and hovers in front of his lips. He grins and disappears, the cookie doing the same a moment later.

“Geez you two, get a room.” Barclay teases.

“You can see them?”

“Yeah, ghosts can see other ghosts even when we’re not visible to humans. Got some other cool tricks too. Can I, uh, can I hold your hands?”

Joseph puts both hands out, palms up, Barclay disappearing right before his hands come to rest in them. Chilly fingers gently hold him as a voice soft and deep as a mound of fresh snow says, “Think about the coffee cake. Like, eating it.”

He closes his eyes, puts himself back at Lily’s house, tries to conjure cinnamon, ginger, and brown sugar in the right proportions on his tongue.

A beard grazes his cheek as Barclay whispers, “Look at the table.”

He knows it’s there before the baking dish even comes into focus, the smell catapulting him through three decades and back again.

“Incredible.” He grabs a knife from the top drawer, cuts himself a slice and tastes it cautiously. Then he slumps down into his chair, moaning happily, “It’s perfect.”

Barclay beams, “Fuck yeah. I, I was gonna offer to make it from scratch but every time I try to do that I summon ten times more of each ingredient no matter what I try.”

“The perils of the paranormal.” He picks a napkin from the holder at the center of the table.

“More of ‘em than you’d think.” Duck sits to his left, looking for all the world like he’s in the chair instead of hovering, “For my first year I kept ending up in the past any time I listened to oldies.”

“When you say first year, is ‘holiday spirit’ a job you can be assigned?”

“More or less.” Indrid settles in Duck’s lap, “if you wish to remain a ghost rather than passing on into the great beyond, you have to accept some form of ‘post-death service.’ Many of them are like our assignment in that they only take up a small portion of a year. You still have to write weekly reports though.”

“That’s a bit bleak.”

“Assuredly. But ghost-hood does have perks” he grins at Barclay, “like excellent company.”

This time the ghost’s blush is obvious as he slides cake Indrid’s way. Joseph pours four mugs of coffee, Indrid flapping his hands when he gives him the mothman one. The conversation moves towards the finer points of afterlife politics and Barclay’s relief that ghosts can now consume food without it having to be burnt as an offering first. Then Duck bemoans the fact a restaurant in his hometown hired an exorcist after he turned up hoping for his favorite, french onion soup, and soon they’re trading stories about where they grew up.

By the time Duck gets up to wash the dishes, Joseph has almost forgotten his guests aren’t ghosts. Two of whom are undoubtedly flirting with him; Barclay may be trying to, but whenever Joseph tosses a flirtatious comment his way he starts fading from view.

Joseph turns a coy smile on Indrid, “You said you can see the future. Can I ask you a question?”

“Is it the date you die or whether you find true love?”

“Neither. Will I have a better time if I go see Torsey Torse or The Conjuring: Psychic Bigfoot?”

Indrid cocks his head, amused, “Let me see…” his face goes blank. Then he jerks backward in his chair and looks, alarmed, at Joseph from behind his red glasses, “You, you cannot leave the house today.”

“What? Why?”

“The weather” he points at the light snow falling outside, “will get worse within the next two hours. And when you are out in it, you will be crossing the street when a driver loses control. There are no timelines where you survive.”

“Jesus.” His whole spine is ice and his heart is bouncing between his throat and the pit of his stomach.

Duck sets a comforting hand through his shoulder, clearly trying for a light tone, “Real glad you asked ‘Drid about the movies. Much as I like you, hate to see you beef it so soon.”

He laughs nervously, “Well, I, I guess I’ll stay in then. That’s safe, right?”

Indrid goes blank a moment before nodding.

“Okay, operation hunkered down holiday it is then. I, um, I’m going to go shower quickly. Please make yourselves at home.”

Twenty minutes of dissociating in the shower at the thought of coming so close to his own death later, Joseph steps into his bedroom and puts on jeans and his favorite sweater; black save for a festive pattern made up of UFOs and cows around the chest.

“Are you okay?” Barclay floats through the doorway.

“I will be. Just a little rattled.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“God, yes.”

It’s a bit mind melting to feel something holding him even as his eyes tell him there’s nothing nearby, but the sensation quickly loses out to how excellent Barclay is at hugs. There’s a flannel shirt under his robe and Joseph rests his cheek against it. He wonders if he and Barclay would ever have crossed paths if the cook had lived longer, if there was ever a future where he held this same body while blood ran in its veins.

“C’mon, I wanna get a spot on the couch before Indrid just completely boxes us out of the blankets.”

It’s not much of an exaggeration; Indrid has every blanket in the house piled on the couch, and is making grabby hands at Duck, who’s studying Joseph’s DVD collection.

“Since you ain’t able to go out, thought maybe we could watch a flick or two here?”

“Oooh, or we could even have a movie marathon.”

“I’d love that, although our options in that case are The Lord of the Rings trilogy or all five of the Bigfoot: The Legend is Real movies. Number one and four are particularly good.”

Duck smiles at him, a crooked, charming thing that Joseph wants to kiss for hours, “Fuckin nerd.”

“I find it works for me. The box sets are right there.”

“Yessir.” Duck teases, grabbing the Bigfoot case and carrying it over to the T.V.

“Joseph, sit by me please.”

He slides under the offered blanket, only for Indrid to disappear.

“Wh-AH, ohgod, Indrid you’re freezing.”

“I ran cold in life and apparently it carried over into death. And while my fellow specters are lovely to cuddle you are so very, very warm.”

“GAH” He laughs as chilly fingers sneak under his sweater.

“Go easy on him, little moth.” The pet name is fond in Barclay’s mouth; at a guess, it’s referring to the tattoos peeking from the collar of Indrid’s black shirt.

“Mmmm, you don’t mind, do you Joseph?” Indrid purrs.

“Not a bit.” He manages to sling his arm over Indrid’s shoulder. Barclay settles on this other side, and once the opening titles blare across screen Duck hops under the blankets and kicks his legs into Indrid’s lap.

Ten minutes in, Indrid is fully engrossed in the action, Duck is pointing out all the flaws in the park ranger’s behavior, and Barclay keeps whispering jokes in Joseph’s ear.

When–between movie two and three–Duck suggests they order delivery from his favorite Chinese place, Joseph wonders if he actually did get hit by that car and ended up in paradise.

By the time they’re midway through the fourth movie, the apartment smells like fried rice and Barclay is trying valiantly to rest his head in Joseph’s lap without going fully invisible. Indrid is half asleep on Duck, who pets his hair and brushes crumbs from the arm of the couch.

When the final credits roll, Duck stretches out an arm, tracing the air just above Joseph’s arm, “You thought about how you wanna wrap up your Christmas Day?”

“If it were just me, I’d take a bath and have a nightcap. But, well, that isn’t exactly an interesting evening for my guests.”

“Don’t be so certain” Indrid tips his head to look over the rim of his glasses, “I think the sight of you in the tub would be quite diverting. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

“Hell yeah.” Duck grins.

“Barclay?” Joseph turns to the third ghost, whose hands are glued to his knees.

“I would do literally anything to see you naked.” He smacks his palms into his face, “that sounded more romantic in my head.”

“I think it was charming.” Indrid lilts.

Joseph wishes for the hundredth time that night that he could just take Barclay’s hand, “I agree.” On a hunch, he adds, “come on, big guy, help me get undressed.”

He leads Barclay to the bathroom, starting the tap in the tub before turning to him and murmuring, “Okay, go ahead.”

The ghost disappears, and then spectral fingers hook the edge of his sweater. He obediently lifts his arms then watches, amused, as the sweater seems to fold and set itself on a chair. The process repeats with his blue t-shirt before his jeans are carefully undone and pulled to the floor. His underwear follows, and then for a moment he cannot figure out where Barclay’s gone. Then strong hands are on his hips and a deep voice asks, “Can I kiss you?”

He nods, lets Barclay initiate the kiss and then cups his hands on invisible cheeks. His lips tingle the way they do when he uses mint chapstick, and he sighs happily as Barclay dips his tongue between them.

The tap squeaks off.

“While this a most interesting sight, your bath is now ready, pet, and I suggest you get into it.”

He gasps, blushing at Indrid pegging the perfect, well, pet name immediately.

“Yeah, he does that. Uses the futures to get all your fantasies outta you.” Duck whistles, “damn, slick, nice tub.”

“I took an apartment further from the bus stop just so I could have it.” He sinks into the hot water with a sigh, “it’s a lifesaver when it comes to relaxing after work.”

“Speakin of, uh, relaxation, ‘Drid and I spotted somethin mighty interesting on your bookshelf.”

He cringes, “Exorcise My Heart?”

“Yep. Explains why you weren’t freaked out by any of us comin’ onto you.”

“I promise the premise is better than it sounds. It’s about a ghost hunter who falls in love with the two spirits he’s been assigned to locate and remove from an old New England mansion. It’s a, um, a favorite of mine. But it’s not the only reason I was comfortable enough to flirt; the three of you are wonderful, I feel so relaxed and happy around you. Like I can be myself.”

Duck’s smile is brighter than the lights around the mirror.

“All the same, pet” Indrid isn’t visible, but his voice is getting closer, “it seems to me that such an accommodating host should be rewarded.”

“What do you have in mind?”

A splash as something slips into the water behind him, then lithe arms circle his waist and cold lips kiss his throat, “I say we do your book one better and have three ghosts enjoy themselves with you.”

“Yes, that sounds amazing, please, please can we do that?”

“Gladly, pet. Let me just–damn it, come on–okay there we are, I managed to banish my clothes somewhere. In theory your bedroom but I’m a bit distracted at the moment. Barclay, how about you join me?”

The green robe joins his bathrobe on the door, more clothes materializing in a stack as Barclay takes them off. When the water in front of him ripples, Joseph leans forward for a kiss. He breaks it a moment later with a gasp as a lubed finger works itself into his ass.

“H-how-”

“I have some conjuring abilities that are not related to my work. Now, do tell us more about this book.”

“What about Duck?”

“You’re sweet, slick. But I’m gonna wait until you’re finished doin’ what ‘Drid says. Then I’m gonna use that nice mouth of yours until I cum.”

He groans, dick twitching at the thought, and does his best to form words while Barclay kisses his face and chest, “The, the best scene is when the ghosts decide to ambush the hunter in his bedroom. The, ahgod, the idea is to scare him but then they have to restrain him so he doesn’t use any cleansing tools on them and he gets turned on by it. So they end up tying his hands together and one of them fucks his ass while the other makes him deepthroat them. They end up spending the whole night using him so he’s too, too tired to bother them the next day.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Duck’s fly is undone, his fingers moving beneath his boxers.

“It really is. Relatedly, one, one of you please fuck me right now or I’m going to go out of my mind.”

“You go ahead, Barclay. In death, as in life, I am an ass man and it will take a little bit more preparation for that.”

Joseph shifts, straddling Barclay’s lap.

A gentle hand strokes his face, “you ready?”

“Readyoh, oh” He drops his forehead to Barclay’s shoulder, “oh wow, big guy really is an accurate pet name huh?”

“You know it, babe. Fuck, you feel great, your so warm and tight it’s like fucking heaven.”

“Right, that’s all the patience I possess.” Indrid’s cock presses into his ass, “oh, oh goodness, pet you feel divine.”

“Th-thank you.”

“So polite too. That should be rewarded. Sweetheart, I think it’s time.”

Duck comes right to the edge of the tub before disappearing. Then a hand grabs Joseph’s hair and drags his face forward to meet slick folds and a very pleasing dick. He sucks eagerly, manages to run a hand along a thick, perfect thigh before squeezing his wonderful ass.

Duck’s laugh bounces off the walls, “Damn, knew you were checkin my ass out but I didn’t realize how much you liked what you saw.”

Joseph pulls back with a gasp, “‘Like’ is an understatement. Your ass and thighs and belly were all made to be adored and god I hope everyone who ever saw you alive appreciated the honor of getting to see them.”

“Aw geez.”

“My, my, pet, he rarely blushes like that.”

“I mean every word.”

Fingers brush damp hair from his forehead, “Don’t doubt it, slick. But as much as I like you feelin me up, we got other plans.”

Cold fingers circle his wrists, wrenching his arms behind him and trapping them there. The resulting moan is muffled by Duck shoving his mouth back where it belongs. It doesn’t take long for the ghost to switch to holding his head in both hands and fucking his face as his moans grow more and more ragged. He tries to not seem too desperate for rough treatment the first time with a partner, but he knows there’s no reason to hide how badly he wants this, how good it feels as Barclay drives into him and Indrid snaps his hips and laughs at his resulting squeaks.

He closes his eyes, loses himself in the whirl of sensations, and pictures what the scene would look like if the ghosts could be seen and felt at the same time. When fingers rub swift, calculated circles on his dick, he can’t tell whose hand it is, only that it feels incredible and is pushing him towards orgasm with remarkable speed.

“Oh yes, yes pet, tighten up for me, oh, ohohohyes.” Indrid digs his nails into his hips as he cums.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous when you cum in him, sugar. Can you go a little harder big fella? Every time you do he sucks real nice.”

Barlcay holds him tighter just as Joseph gasps and writhes with the most intense orgasm of his life. As his cock thrusts harder and harder, his legs kick and on instinct he tries to twist away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Uh uh, you’re not done babe, don’t worry, I got you, god you feel good, gonna make you feel so good too, fuck, fuck.” A kiss smushes into his cheek as Barclay cums in him with a long, low moan. His jaw is starting to ache but he keeps sucking all the same until Duck cums too, hips shuddering and bucking as he does.

“You’re fuckin amazin’” A hand ruffles his hair and then Duck is visible, kneeling by the tub, “you doin’ okay.”

“I think every circuit of my brain is blown out, but yes. I feel incredible.”

Duck smiles softly, “I’ll get you that nightcap.”

Once Barclay pulls out, the three of them stumble from the tub, Barclay bundling him in his robe while Indrid kisses his face and tells him how wonderful and good and perfect he is. Duck meets them in bed with a tray of spiked eggnogs, the four of them cuddling and huddling in bed as the snow whips around outside. When eleven thirty hits, Joseph loses his battle with unconsciousness.

He wakes up at seven on the 26th, tries to ignore the horrible, empty feeling in his chest as he stands and shuffles into the kitchen. There’s a new note on the fridge, held in place by a heart shaped magnet.

Going to talk to head office about more holiday visits. Will sneak up here for New Years Eve regardless.

See you soon, handsome

-Barclay, Duck, and Indrid.

#OT4: government men and their cryptid boyfriends #winter fills #indruck #sternclay #agent stern/duck newton #inclay #agent stern/indrid cold #ghost boyfriends #trans agent stern #trans duck newton

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independentzaun · 10 months

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It was our fault

Drabble set in my verse with @astrxae . Silco, and Sevika chatting after Irisa nearly dies and Silco has some feelings about the whole thing. Angst and yelling lay ahead.

Looking up to see Silco stepping back into the Last Drop with what she’d come to think of as “that look” on his face that these days always meant he’d just gone to see Irisa as she stayed still and quiet Sevika sighed softly. Of course she didn’t think it bad to visit the wounded, but Sevika found herself unconvinced Silco wasn’t using those trips as a way to punish himself just as much as to check on Irisa. Watching him go up the stairs to his office Sevika’s eyes returned to the card game she was involved in, and she’d finish it plus one more before excusing herself and heading up to see the chem-baron.

The two of them over the years had gradually gotten closer, and than after The Table with no one else around to help Silco recover as neither of them really trusted Singed with anything except the barest minimum they had became closer still. They both knew she could have left, and in truth Sevika almost had after Silco admitted he wanted to find Jinx and get her to come home. It had been an uncomfortable week or so after that as Sevika truly did not understand how he could still want to bring that blue-haired gremlin back, and she’d so very nearly walked away in the end though she hadn’t. She’d been there for him through thick and thin, and now she’d do it again. Stepping into his office her lips tightened realizing he was simply sitting at his desk with a half smoked cigar held between his fingers staring at nothing with almost no light in the room beyond that which came from outside.

“Sir?...Sir?...Silco!”

Hearing his name Silco finally looked at her blinking. “Sevika? What is it?” There was a soft sigh from Sevika, and locking the door behind her she moved forward before sitting in a chair in front of his desk. “Look, I get it. I know you, and I get why you're being all… morose, but Silco you need to talk about whatever is going through your head. So either start talking, or, fuck, I don’t know. I’ll drag you to a brothel to someone I know can keep their mouth shut. Bet I can even find a guy for you if that’s the flavor your in the mood for.” Staring at Sevika for a moment he let out one harsh chuckle before taking a drag off of his cigar, and leaning back.

“One of these days I’m going to fire you, and toss you out of the Last Drop.” He didn’t mean it of course. At this point he couldn’t imagine Sevika not being there, and she knew it just as well as he did. Reaching for a cigarillo she smirked. “You mean try to have me tossed out.” Lighting her own smoke she sighed. “Really though, Sir, talk to me.”

Closing his good eye Silco was quiet for a few seconds before he let out a slow sigh and sank back into his chair. “I’m tired Sevika. I’m tired, and frustrated in a way I haven’t let myself be in years if ever. You know as well as I how many we’ve lost, and now…” Jaw tightening his cheek pulsed as he shook his head. “Some fucking Piltie walks down into my Zaun, and almost kills what’s mine. Almost kills someone that although she may not have came from Zaun she has practically become of Zaun. After all the fighting, and the power I’ve taken, and everything we’ve ever done some fucking Piltie walks into MY ZAUN AND ALMOST KILLS SOMEONE WHO IS MINE.”

Hands slapping onto his desk Silco had risen to his feet, and at this point wasn’t so much yelling at Sevika as just yelling in general while his emotions swirled up. Nails digging into his desk Silco had to keep himself from just sweeping his hands over it knocking everything off of it. Sevika listened quietly, and nodded encouraging him to go on and go on he did. “We failed Sevika. We. Have. Failed. Even now I still cannot protect what’s mine. I can’t keep her, us, Zaun, safe from those fucking Pilties. The bloodshed has been for nothing. The Cause is dead in the fucking water because Zaun has, has turned into an enterprise for fucks sake. My daughter thinks I am dead, Zaun is cut off, a plague is sweeping our streets, my woman lays nearly dead, AND I CAN’T KEEP THE FUCKING PILTIES FROM HURTING US!” Silco hadn’t realized what he said in that moment, “my woman”, and Sevika wasn’t about to comment on it. Besides with the rage in his voice even she couldn't tell how deep his feelings went, and how much of it was just his possessive and sometimes oddly protective nature rearing it’s head high. Smoke escaped from her nose as she found herself unable to really disagree with him, and that was the worst part. Not that she had a chance to disagree as he kept going.

“It’s our fault, it’s my fault that some fucking Piltie could just walk down here. It’s our fault that we didn’t find him before this happened. How the FUCK DID WE NOT FIND HIM!? WE KNEW HIS VOID DAMNED NAME AND HIS DAUGHTERS NAME AND HIS BUSINESSES AND THE CITY HE LIVED IN AND HOW THE FUCK DID WE NOT FIND HIM BEFORE HE…” His voice cut off as Silco finally swept his hands over his desk knocking almost all of it onto the ground before turning to kick his chair across the room. Hands shaking he ran them through his hair. “It’s my fault. I failed to prioritize things correctly. This sickness, and everything else… and even now with this sickness there’s still people in Zaun trying to jostle for money and power, and I don’t have Jinx to deliver a message for me. I’m weakened, and spending money to try to keep this sickness at bay weakens me still further. I can feel the vultures circling waiting for me to fall so they can pick at the bones. There is going to be a wave of bloodshed sweeping over Zaun eventually Sevika. Everything is becoming less, and less stable and there is no unity in Cause anymore. It’s just a fucking enterprise, and all of this is my fault.” Voice turning into a shuddering resentful almost disgusted thing filled with self hatred blame Silco took a deep breath.

“When she wakes up. Send her to Ionia. She deserves something better than this pollution soaked, blood coated waste land. A falling angel can still clutch at pipes on the way down, and climb her way back up to where she should be if given the opportunity. Make sure she has the money she needs, and make sure she gets to the Airship and the Hexgate safely and get her to Ionia. After that…” Shaking his head Silco stepped forward grabbing his chair, and pulled it back sitting down in it before turning away from Sevika. “After that I’ll decide what is to come next. Both with Zaun, and Piltover. Maybe… maybe it’s time to remind Piltover of the monsters, and beasts sleeping beneath it…” Voice more contemplative than anything Sevika had obviously been dismissed. As much as they were closer than ever Silco was still Silco, and so she stood. “If that’s what you want, Sir. I’ll get it done.” Turning she headed for the door before pausing, and looking back at him. “You might want to consider asking Irisa what she wants before sending her away though. Everyone deserves a choice right? If she’s practically of Zaun, and Zaun deserves to be free than she should be as well… and also Silco you’re right. All of this is our fault.” With that she opened the door, and left. She had people to talk to, information to gather, and she was becoming increasingly worried that a conflict was coming be it inside of Zaun or directed towards Piltover and that required preparation.

One way or another change was coming, and in Zaun that meant bloodshed.

She wouldn’t fail Silco. Not again.

#astrxae #angst cw #silcodrabbles

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onigiri-dorkk · 2 years

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Welp. Got into my first car accident in my life, and it was a pretty gnarly one. First off I am okay! The other person is also okay for the most part too. (We are now in the stages of all the logistics, sigh. Our insurance person says there is potential for it to be the other person’s fault for speeding, depending on factors… We’ll see)

I had just gotten done photographing 9.5 hours of a wedding and was going home in a happy mood. I made missed an exit to get to the freeway, so it took me to a notoriously dangerous road in Portland. I was making a left turn; looked left and right and did not see any lights or anything oncoming, only until I made it out into the street and was already in direct line of headlights/the car. I almost panicked; I almost stayed in place but I’m so so so glad my instincts kicked in and I sped the fuck up to get out of direct line. It hit my left passenger door but not me, and it spun my car 180° so I was facing where I came from. My car was perpendicular on this busy road but thankfully our cars were under a lamp post so oncoming cars could see us and stop.

My friends, it was the most terrifying moment of my life. I have never experienced anything near-death before and this was it. The screams that left my mouth as I got hit and as I sat in the car moments after impact are just so foreign to me. I’ve never screamed like that. My hands and legs were trembling uncontrollably. I had to think: am I okay? Is the car smoking/is it about to explode? Am I trapped in this car? No—I can get out, but is it safe to step onto the street? Will oncoming cars hit me? Shit, is the other person okay? Their car is totaled too—are there other people in her car? Is my insurance up to date? Do they have insurance? Is my camera gear in the car okay? My memory cards with my client’s photos? All these questions one right after the other, meanwhile my mind was still processing the fact that I almost fucking died. I could’ve not made it home. I could’ve been hospitalized, or completely dead if I didn’t speed up to get out of line.

Fuck, guys. This changed so much for me. I am so grateful I’m okay and that the other person is okay. Idk what the hell is going to happen now with logistics and insurance and finances but honestly, I’m alive and I got to hug my husband and talk to my family. Just your reminder to be with your loved ones and cherish every day you have.

I know I don’t personally/IRL know you all but I want to express to you that I love you all and appreciate you all so much. If anything were to happen, I want to say you have enriched my life and flamed my passions, even helped me discover a new passion :’) You have made an impact on my life. Love y’all. 🤍

#personal

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maladaptivedaydreamingbullshit · 2 years

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The Vanishing of Will Byers +You(S1E1)

Pairing: No romantic pairs.

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jim Hopper, Mrs/Mr. Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Barbra Holland, Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Holly Wheeler, You(y/n)

Summary: "You" are inserted into the world of Stranger Things. Season 1, Episode 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers ~Basically this is my DR for Stranger things but instead of my name I just put y/n.~

Word Count: 2,280

A/N: I started watching Stranger Things from the beginning so I could crush trivia, but my neurodivergent brain was like-- Okay? This is our identity now. So here we are. I have the first 4 episodes done and will try to do the rest of season one by the end of next week. Also rip if the tense changes because that is my main weakness.

Warnings: cussing, underage selling of drugs/alcohol, maybe others- let me know.

Stranger Things insert:

Season 1: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

I shouldn’t have left. I was supposed to be there for them... for him.

I was the monitor, the babysitter if you want to call it that. Their parents trusted me to make sure there wasn’t any cursing, extreme violence, or anything not meant for kids at the Dungeon and Dragons campaigns. I mostly agreed for Mrs. Wheeler’s food, and to get out of Hopper’s house. It always smelled like stale beer and cigarette smoke.

Mike. Dustin. Lucas. Will. All like little brothers to me. I mean sure, they didn’t like sports and just played DND all weekend, but they were genuine kids. I liked hanging out with them and hearing all their theories about all their comics, movies, and TV shows. And like I said, anything is better than being at Hopper’s place. This way, the parents pass me around for free childcare whenever they need it and I get a nice meal and a roof over my head.

My parents died when I was super small. According to everyone in Hawkings, they were, “Great people that everyone got along with and helped out whenever they could.” Real pillars of the community type of folks. Their case was never really solved. I’ve always felt weird about it, but no one really talks about it. From then on, I was passed around the community as a foster kid until Jim Hopper got the Shariff position and took me in permanently. He had his own shit to deal with, so we were basically just each other’s crutch. Not healthy, but the best we had. I was 10 then, now I’m 14 but I turn 15 in January. Hopper isn’t the worst foster dad or anything. We get along and he tries to do the whole ‘parent thing.’ I mean he even lets me drive his truck so I can practice for my license, but it is far from the true American Family dynamic.

—

It was right after Halloween and the kids wanted to play this campaign they had been putting together. They were 5 hours in, and I was totally bored. I had so much studying to do and it was impossible to do with Dustin and Lucas screaming at each other every 10 minutes.

“We should go back into the forest; we might have missed some things!”

“What? No! We need to keep going forward!”

It was endless.

“Oh—my—GOD! PLEASE! You are so loud! Can you do this just a BIT quieter?”

I sigh, draping the math book over my face. I have been trying to do the same question for 30 minutes.

They all looked over at me.

“Sorry, y/n.” Will stuttered. He was looking over his notes frantically to check if they should go back or not.

“Yeah, sorry y/n-- But DUSTIN is trying to lead us to failure. We don’t have all the tools to defeat the Demogorgon!” Lucas crossed his arms with a huff.

“WHAT? Will is more than capable of handling it with all the stuff we have. LUCAS is trying to waste our time with trivial things. Y/n I am sorry, but it is his fault.” Dustin was standing at this point, eyes narrowed at Lucas.

“I don’t CARE! Look, I love you—I really do! But shit guys, I have to study. I am just gonna go home early. Are you all okay if I leave?”

They all nodded and apologized some more. I grabbed my bag, hugged everyone, and ruffled Will’s hair. “Wicked!! Thanks guys!”

I ran upstairs and grabbed the Tupperware container of food Mrs. Wheeler set out for me. “Thanks Mrs. Wheeler! Gotta jet!”

I got on my bike and headed to Hopper’s house hoping he was at work or maybe just out doing whatever he does. I needed some peace and quiet. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything he has done for me, but the consistent smoking is heinous.

When I got there, Hopper’s truck was gone. Thank god. I spent the rest of the day doing my homework and studying. It was around 8:30pm and Hopper still wasn’t home. I was about to call the police station, but the power went out. It kept flickering off and on for what seemed to be an hour. I cut my losses and go to bed. Hopper will probably be back soon.

—

My alarm woke me up. Guess the power is back on. I made some breakfast for me and Hopper while he was passed out on the couch. As I headed out the door, a feeling of dread covered me. I tried to shake it off, but there was a weird electricity in the air. It felt— off.

I got off my bike and noticed that Will’s bike wasn’t there. He usually gets to school pretty early to miss those wannabe bullies. I shrugged it off, but still had that gross feeling. I didn’t get to see the other kids, before Steve Harrington pulled me into a bathroom. Oh, Tommy and Carol were there, too. Great.

“Can I help you?” I glared at the couple all but making out.

“Don’t look so jealous, y/n. You can always ask to join.” Tommy winked at me while Carol made kissy faces.

“Bite me!” I snapped back.

“Hey now,” Steve turned me, so I was just facing him. “Is that any way to talk to your best friend?”

I rolled my eyes and just stared at him.

“Look, I was just checking in on you. You’re spending so much time with those lame ass kids. I get that you’re getting Mrs. Wheeler’s homemade food, but you could always stay at my house.” He put his arm around my shoulders while extending his so-called hospitality.

I shrugged him off.

“Please, so I can have my choice of microwave dinners and your parents screaming at each other all the time? No thanks. And I am fine. Honestly, I thought you would want me to hang out with the Wheelers. With how hard you’re trying to get into Nancy’s pants.” I said looking at him, feigning innocence.

Steve chuckles, then pushes me against the wall.

“Shut your mouth y/n. I would hate for all the parents to find out their precious little babysitter sells weed and alcohol on the side.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Is that what this is about? Making sure I don’t go straight edge on ya?” I scoff at him, “Whatever, dude. My lips are sealed.”

The warning bell rings and Steve steps away from me. I mimic zipping my lips and give him the fake key.

“Good girl,” he says, ushering me out.

I can’t stand him. How he gets all those girls to fall for him, I’ll never know.

—

That feeling never left. It just kept weighing heavier and heavier until my head was pounding. I rested my head on the cold metal of my locker. Praying death would just take me already.

“Are you okay??”

I turned my head and saw Nancy and Barbra. “No, I think I am dying. Tell your mom her meatloaf was amazing.”

They laughed and Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, y/n. You look sick.” Barbra looked pretty concerned.

“I don’t know, I feel like my head is going to explode. It started this morning..”

“Weird, maybe you should go home. Jonathan didn’t show up either, maybe something is going around.” Nancy fixed her hair in a mirror.

“Wait, Jonathan isn’t here? I didn’t see Will’s bike this morning either…” I lifted my head. “I’m going to head out, tell Kaminsky it is an emergency.”

I got my stuff all packed up and bolted out the main doors.

“Y/n?”

I stopped.

Fuck.

I turned around with a sheepish smile and saw Hopper.

“Where are you going?” He looked at his watch, “It isn’t 3. Are you actually trying to skip school right now?”

“Me?? What are you doing here? I don’t feel good and I was going to check on the Byers. Will and Jonathan aren’t here today..” I hoped all the questions would throw him off.

Hopper gets a faraway look in his eyes and grabs my arm.

“Callahan, tell the front office y/n is going home.”

Callahan does what Hop tells him. I look back at Hopper, “What is going on?”

We get to his truck and wait for Callahan to come back.

“Joyce came to the station this morning. Will is missing.”

My heart dropped. A million questions went through my head, the pounding getting worse. “Wha-”

Callahan opened the truck door and got in.

“That lady didn’t think I was a real cop. So.. you might have to call them later.”

—

Hopper told me to stay in his truck while they looked down Mirkwood. How did he just– disappear. He was at Mike’s house yesterday. I was supposed to be there for him. Now he is missing. I shouldn’t have left. This is my fault..

BANG!

My mind comes back to reality. Hopper gets into the truck.

“What was that? Did you find something?”

He had a rough look on his face. “His bike.”

No. My hope dips. If he wasn’t with his bike..

“Do you think someone took him? Or.. maybe he was scared by something?”

Hopper sighed. “I don’t know. But we are going to try to find him.”

I don’t like how he said try..

We pull up to the Byers house, I hop out of the truck before Hopper stops.

“Joyce! Jonathan! I am so sorry!”

I run into their arms sobbing. Hopper pulls out Will’s bike and Joyce ushers everyone inside.

She was following Hopper around, obviously very frustrated. I stay inside and wander into Will’s room. I was looking at his drawings when Hopper called my name.

“Y/n! Come on, Powell is taking you to the Wheeler’s house. You will stay there for the night.”

“What? No. I am helping tonight!”

“Absolutely not. We don’t know what happened and I can’t worry about taking care of you and looking for him. Now, GO!”

Officer Powell ushered me out of the house and into the police car.

This is so stupid.

He is my friend. He was my responsibility! I should be looking for him..

We pull up to the Wheeler’s and Powell drops me off.

Mrs. Wheeler made chicken. Mike was arguing with his mom about not helping look for Will. He would look at me for help but I stayed quiet. Nancy then started arguing about studying at Barb’s house. I looked at her, knowing she was lying. Definitely trying to hang out with Steve or something. They all started yelling at each other. Nancy started blaming Will about the curfew. Then. Mike brought up Steve. I looked at Mr. Wheeler as he idly ate his dinner.. Nancy got upset and left. Then, Mike stormed off downstairs. I looked at Holly, then at Mrs. Wheeler.

“Uh.. this was delicious. But- I.. I’ll go check on Mike.”

—

Down in the basement, Mike and I sat in a heavy silence.

“Why didn’t you back me up? Don’t you want to find Will?”

I looked up at him. “Of course I want to find Will! But Hop has already forbidden me from doing so.. Of course.. if he doesn’t find out..”

Mike looks at me, confused. Then it clicks. He grabs his walkie calls for Lucas.

We pack some supplies and head out. Luckily, I can use Nancy’s old bike. As we head out, we see Steve trying to sneak into Nancy’s room. He looked at me and Mike acting like he wasn’t trying to get on the roof. Mike rolled his eyes.

“Try using your muscles!” I smirked at him.

He gave me a sarcastic smile and flipped me off.

—

We all make it to Mirkwood. It smelled like rain and started to thunder and lightning.

“Hey guys? You guys feel that?” Dustin looks up and gets hit in the face by the rain. “ I think maybe we should go back.”

“No!” Mike says sharply, “We’re not going back. Just stay close. Come on.”

We start into the woods where they found Will’s bike.

“Just stay on channel six. Don’t do anything stupid.”

I look over and extend my hand towards Dustin. “Come on.. It’s just a little rain.”

—

It was not just rain.

It was a full blown monsoon sized storm. I tried to keep my windbreaker close around me but the wind and rain cut through it like glass.

We all try screaming for Will, hoping to find him.

“Guys, I really think we should turn back!” Dustin yells over the storm.

“Seriously, Dustin, if you want to be a baby, then go home already!”

Great.. Again with Lucas and Dustin bickering.

“I'm just being realistic, Lucas!”

“No, you're just being a sissy!”

“Guys come on, chill out.” I moan.

“Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?”

Mike had a concerning look on his face. “Dustin, shut up!”

“I’m just saying, does that seem smart to you?”

There was rustling nearby– “Dustin seriously.. Shut up. Do you guys hear that?”

There was more rustling and a weird noise. We all turn our flashlights toward the sound.

We all stumble backwards. It is a girl with a shaved head. She’s soaked and has an oversized t-shirt on.

I look over to the others. They all looked terrified.

I sigh and reach my hand out to the girl.

“Come on! Let’s go back and get dry!”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things oc #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things spoilers #st1 #st1 ep1

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iamnotdame · 2 years

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I Don’t Owe You Anything, Anymore: Letting Go

I’ve lived and stood on morals & values this entire journey:

• Integrity

• Love

• Humility

• Honesty

• Respect

• Patience

• Communication

• Appreciation

• Admiration

• Accountability

• Responsibility

• Sacrifice

• Selflessness

• Pride

• Compassion

• Care

• Discipline

• Restitution

• Fear

… all to a fault, but proud of the man all of these things have made me today.

I don’t have any regrets, but I am a bit confused about it all.

I don’t ever doubt God, but I spend a lot of my time sad, wondering if I was right for living on so many morals & values, in a world that doesn’t seem to care about any of these things anymore.

- I’ve never complained about anything, to anyone.

- To cope, I write, I pray, I think of solutions and plans to improve myself.

- My entire life, I’ve still never drank or smoked anything to escape.

- I stopped eating bad to distract myself because while I’m carrying all of this, I’m also working on improving my health, too.

- I don’t blame anyone for anything, I guilt myself for everything instead.

- I don’t ever look for sympathy. I do hope for empathy, and it never comes.

- I don’t use anything I’m going through as an excuse to make my journey easier by compromising any of my morals.

So why do I still feel like that bad guy?

Because people are great at guilting you into humility, just so they can step on you, then project their everything onto you.

I am graduating from this feeling, even if it kills me.

I am going to tell my stories. All of them. My heart burns everyday because I’m doing everything but expressing my true feelings, releasing old thoughts and breaking through to a new world of possibilities, once I can shed the weight of feeling like an imposter.

…

To all of the people who I have helped, at the cost of my life, my health and well being, I do not owe you anything anymore. I’ve tried everything God has told me to do, and everything I came up with upon countless hours and hours of critical thinking from my heart, and I’m done. I’ve exhausted it all, while watching no one give 1% of what I gave.

• My family. My father. My grandmother. My brother. My sister. I do not owe you guys anything. I never have. I don’t owe you guys care or feeling anymore because none of you have shown any humility, while watching every step I take online.

Former & Current Students I’ve helped, taught, mentored, listened to for HOURS, tried every possible way to help you with your problems, your mental health, your living situations, helping you to become a better producer, singer, songwriter, rapper, student and human… I do not owe you my time anymore. I don’t owe you humility for buying into my classes and services that were made to help YOU. That should have been enough, but I gave more to fill my own voids, thinking I was helping you to fill yours.

It offends me to see so many, and nearly all of you claim to be passionate about music, chasing your dreams and reaching your goals, when in reality, it’s not even a dream to a lot of you. But me, being so far deep into the dream chase, I consider you like me, and help you how I wish I would have been helped by my own family and peers. None of this is your fault though, and I’m not blaming you, but I am upset that I wasn’t able to help you guys how I thought I was, even though it wasn’t me that didn’t get you there, it was your own lack of, that I enabled and never exposed.

To the few guys who were close to me, the guys I called little brothers, co-workers and friends, the ones I tried to make partners and never treated like employees beneath me, instead tried to empower to be leaders alongside me. I don’t owe you anymore humility. I will soon name you all, and tell my stories through art; in the meantime, just know that I’m proud of who I was able to help you all become, unconditionally.

Just like I used to always say, if you appreciated me, you should have been able to show it consistently, not just when you weren’t in your feelings about something that should have never existed before the communication I thought we all agreed to practicing.

I spend every single day, worrying about everyone’s lives… how their families are doing, every time they’ve ever told me about something not working in their lives, how much you hate your jobs, how your girlfriends are doing this and that, how you��re not sure if you should keep doing music, family & friends issues, and a world more… we spent hours, days & weeks coming up with ideas and solutions on how your lives could be better so that you were better teammates, peers to each other, better students, followers, in hopes of you all becoming the leaders you told me you wanted to be.

I will never, ever put myself in position to be disrespected by another student or apprentice. I will not ever trust anyone under me to be on the side of me without proving thoroughly that you deserve it.

I will never assume that a person is my friend because they greet me with a smile.

Once again, none of this is anyones fault but my own for leading with humility, ignorantly. 100% my fault.

I’ve given all of my concerns, issues, struggles, tears, fears, doubts, worries and frustrations to God and will continue to do so until I have a clear path on how to reach my next destination.

I always show up as strong, confident, “everything is all good” and like I have it all figured out, when ironically, I do it all from a place of humility and consideration of others, I end up feeling like no one cares. It’s crazy.

I don’t know how to call anyone and explain this over a phone call, so I lay it all out here, and I think that’s pretty cool. I don’t want to ever get met with someone hardly listening or not caring anyway, so writing and talking to God is enough.

I honestly have no idea what’s next for me, but I trust God through it all. I’m actually excited, because I know for a fact that being a humble servant all of these years will not lead me to anything less than blessings and a clear mind on WHAT I WANT, something I’ve never thought of.

God knows that I’ve given every single situation on my heart 1000% effort. Without a shadow of a doubt.

I’ve earned the right to graduate from caring about so many and so much. I’ve earned the right to get go of others peoples burdens.

I’ve earned the right to finally be selfish. I’ve earned the right to finally put myself first.

Now, I just have to grow some balls and actually do it. Graduate. Step up to the next level. Take another leap, on faith and confidence.

#message of the day #life lessons #letting go #faith in god #i don’t owe you shit

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