#probably can't even drive. his big ass can't fit in the car

[cry-ptidd]

The difference between Canon Alucard and Abridged Alucard is that Abridgedcard knows how to use electronics

#seras what's a tweeter #alucard #hellsing #shitpost #hellsing abridged #there's no CANON confirmation that Alucard is shit at using a phone but. #i mean come on #that's an old man #he wasn't even flying the sr71 mf was using his telekinesis #probably can't even drive. his big ass can't fit in the car

[green-alien-turdz]

started autistically vibrating the second i read your answer lmfao. i was thinking cartman or tweek myself tbh, those bitches are both just PRIMED for it imo. i tend to lean towards a lot of abduction experiences being some kind of extreme reaction to other earthly trauma, but that really doesnt seem to fit every account so idk what the fuck is going on. god though dude *puts on homemade MUFON lanyard* i am SO SO SO CURIOUS to hear about your/your fam's weird experiences if you ever wanna share, i saw some questionable shit when i briefly lived out in Ohio myself. gone back and forth on the legitimacy of it all over the years, one of those things that's like, the more you research the less you Know.

Okay bro, I gotchu. I NEVER get to talk about this shit so imma fuckin go wild

Ight, so legit everybody in my mfin family got some shit to say- I tried to pry my brother's experiences outta him, but he is dogshit about answerin questions. Just know that he got some stories from when he would go campin n shit (even though he has funny ass stories from when he was outta his mind fucked up, there's still a lotta sober experiences he's got too)

1st, my dad: his stories are kinda vague too bcuz we don't talk, but from what he has told me in the past, he has 2 moments in his life he was certain was alien activity. Both of these take place in Texas (but when he was still livin in Ohio, he did say he'd seen some weird shit). The first is when he was movin to Oregon, n he was drivin late at night through Texas. Not a soul on the mfin road n he's in buttfuck nowhere. He said that there was this huge fuckin flash of light from above n his truck completely shut off. Like, the mf was still rollin at the same speed, but nothin it was like the car itself just kinda switched off (no engine, no lights, no music, nothin). He's tryin to start it up over n over, not really sure what the hell was goin on- so he's tryna pop the clutch seein as he was still movin. But this shit would NOT turn the fuck over. Until after he was gonna give up, slowly brake n just pull off to the side, but before he even attempted, the truck starts up again n continues on like nothin even happened.

His second experience I don't remember as well, so sorry about that. If I fuckin recall my dad n his band were just finishin up a show n were just chillin behind the bar smokin. One mf points out that there's this weird fuckin plane over some buildings on the horizon. Like, it just wasn't movin right? He said it seemed to be movin in a really slow zig zag pattern (but it wasn't like a drone, this this was way too big n it was the mid-90s). They kinda brush it off bcuz it's late as hell n they're all pretty shitfaced. But he said that it lasted in that area for about 10 more minutes, just movin back n forth until he looked away for a minute n it was just gone.

He's also told me about how on his late night drives in dead places, he's seen a shit load of random light infront of him shootin into the ground, n this is especially fuckin freaky to me bcuz I got a very similar thing that happened not that long ago. It's explained in my individual experience.

My mom n grandma: My gma might have some more, I feel like she had told me somethin. This one is backed by both my mom n my gma (although my uncle was here too, he just doesn't associate w/ the family so maybe he'd have some input). My gma used to drive from across the whole U.S. ALL the fuckin time when my mom was growin up, like they always had these roadtrips bcuz my gpa was an abusive pos n they'd escape back to my greatgrandparents place. So they're in the more of the desert states (like New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, I just can't remember which). My mom is probably about 10 or so. It's full on daylight, unlike every other story I got, this is the only one where it is broad fuckin daylight out. There's nothin but desert for miles, it's just a long beige stretch. So when my mom saw somethin just hoverin in the sky, it stuck out like a sore thumb. My mom calls it out, which causes everyone in the car to just watch it. My gma doesn't stop drivin, but she slowed down quite a bit, n she says that thing just fuckin sat there. Like, no movement whatsoever. It didn't look all that much like a plane, but they couldn't make out defined details. All they knew is that there is this plane adjacent aircraft just hoverin in the middle of the desert. They'd never seen anythin like it, despite all of them bein raised on military bases n seein a lot of kinds of military aircrafts (which is why this was ruled out). They kept drivin off but my mom said she just watched it through the window as it became smaller n smaller until it got too far away to see- but that shit never moved. It just remained hoverin in that same place.

Ight, Imma get into my experiences now, I got two with people n one that's on my own (that one is long as SHIT).

The first one is with me n my sisters (home in Oregon): This is around 2015-2016. It's the middle of the night in late April. We were chillin bcuz it was one of my sisters bdays n we were just talkin n watchin the stars. Now we live right next to an airport, so there are a shit ton of planes that go over, even late at night- but you can always tell those bcuz of the red lights n they're usually not that high up yet. We were just talkin tryin to find constellations bcuz it was a clear ass night. At some point we see these two lights. They're contained in these circular shadows WELL into the sky, but we could still make out a vessel that the light were on. 4 light on each circle. They're goin up n down the night sky back n forth completely parallel, so it seems like they're together. At first we were losin our shit, not able to explain what we were watchin. After some rational thought, we were like 'mfer we see satellites in the sky all the time, that's probably what these are' bcuz they were fuckin zoomin through the sky. We even see satellites pass over, but we kinda notice that they move n look a LOT different than the lights we were watchin. But every satellite's different yknow? That is until these mfs, the completely parallel movin in tandem lights all of a sudden both separate n go fuckin zoomin away from one another in the opposite direction. No longer up n down, but left n right. And then they're just fuckin GONE. Like, they sped off n never returned to the place they'd been for like 20 or so minutes. (Now I am willin to admit, that very well could be satellites, but it's still weird as fuck).

Here's one with me n my dad: This is around 2019. We were out in Utah, middle of the desert. This time it's probably closer to like 10-11pm. We were kinda just doin our own thing, sittin, thinkin about shit. When outta the fuckin blue, we notice this weird ass aircraft. Like, it low flying, large enough to be a fuckin cargo plane (doesn't look like one though), n movin super slow with a BRIGHT fuckin light slowly phasin in n out, illuminatin the craft. We're both losin our shit watchin this bcuz neither of us know what the fuck we're lookin at. Now this this was low enough that, if it were a plane, we would've heard it. But it was movin at the same speed which planes always appear to be when they're thousands of feet into the sky. But this was maybe 200 or less feet up. It was a really thick, aircraft that was slightly triangular in shape, but still pretty bulky. We couldn't see any engine or shit like that. We are legit fuckin shoutin like mad men, chasin this thing. At some point we try to call over the rest of the family, but we're slowly losin our visual on this thing. Everyone else is tryna look in the sky as my dad n I make a mad dash tryna keep an eye on it as it went behind some structure. But the second we got to a place where it should've been seen on the other side, based on its flight path, this thing was fuckin gone. Like, nowhere in the sky. It was like it was never there. To this day not sure what the fuck we were watchin bcuz we followed it for a good while, just for it to vanish.

Okay, now onto my final encounter (warning, this is a LONG mf bcuz it just happened in January, so it's fresh on my mind): I had decided to drive out to Sauvi island at like 1 am because I really wanted to go out and watch the water. But it was like the foggiest night in existence. It was during that period in January where every night was covered in this thick, heavy fog. I wasn't gonna let that stop me though. Even if I could barely see the road and almost crashed like 5 different times, I was determined. The drive itself was kinda ominous, but shit didn't start gettin weird until I actually reached Sauvi's. The second I reach the island, something just feels off instantly. I mean, no one's on the road of course, it's late, it's foggy. But I mean, it was DEAD. There was an alarming amount of roadkill everywhere (like fresh roadkill), and the entire island reeked of fuckin death, skunk, and mold. So I keep fuckin driving and just get the sense that someone was following me, like on my ass tailing me, but there wasn't any other cars or nothing. But I had the window down and swear I could hear some shit close to me. I'm driving and manage to miss my turn off to the beach. Here's where shit genuinely starts getting weird. Lights. Unexplainable lights ALL over. Now if this was a more populated area, I would assume some of this was street lamps, but the island doesn't really have that many (they have them in front of some buildings, but the roads are lightless). I kept seein "headlights" coming around turns that didn't exist. And when I should've been passing them, there was nothing there and the lights were gone. Okay, weird, but maybe it was my headlights reflection on the fog. Then I see fuckin taillights. I get confused because it looks like a car going up a hill, and I brushed it off before realizing that it was a wide open, flat road, and there was no hill or car in sight. I watched the lights turn into nothing and they were gone. At this point, I'm freaked out, but I'm still finding my way back to the beach. I manage to loop back around to the entrance of Sauvi's so I can take the right turn this time. When I tell you that the smell is worse and I even notice more roadkill. I would've seen any other cars on the road, but there was fuckin no one. And I know damn well that I wasn't the one who hit them. But I brush that off because I'm every white person in a horror movie. Not too long after, I saw the final unexplainable light I'd see that night. There was this small-ish, but abnormally bright light just kinda bobbing up and down infront of this post. I assumed it was some weird reflective thing, but as I approached it, it went up and then shot into the ground- the light completely disappearin into the ground. After I saw this, the feelin of bein chased was at a 100%, like I was stressin. I finally took the right turn, and there's this one fuckin shadow in the fog that I'm TELLING you looked like this tall fucking figure walking about. I legit stopped dead in my tracks to watch it, but this feeling of dread came over me, and I sped off. I finally make it to the beach, but I think I stayed for maybe 5 minutes or less? There was an extremely menacing feeling. Like it was THICK. I couldn't see the water it was so fogged out. I mean, it was beautiful. But it truly felt like I was being watched. There was little to no sound until I heard coyotes fucking EVERYWHERE. Like an insane amount. I head back to the car and they seem to shut up. I absolutely dipped the fuck outta there.

Now it is important to note with Sauvi's that there is maybe a supernatural element into that. Seein as Sauvi's, like most of Oregon n the U.S. was home to Native Americans (Chinook Indians specifically) n as we know, mfs just weren't allowed catch a break (to put things lightly). So there is more than likely some unrest in the energies n life of the island.

But yeah, there's a small collection of experiences in my family. I'd LOVE to hear your shit from Ohio. That place has some strange shit goin on there, like genuinely. Everytime I went to vist my dad's mom, that place just feels like somethins goin on there

#asks #i will say tho when i finally did make it to the beach #i had the best piss of my life #i swear a majority of that 5 minutes was me pissin in the sand

[xstarkillerx]

WHAT. what. what do you mean how do you get over the shame of being attracted to Dominic Torretto?? 😧 you let the shame eat at you or actually why should there even be shame?? because i love that man that ‘bald menace’ i love him to the point my body aches and my dear donnie you will not just be screaming into the void, because I’ll be there i would gladly be the one to scream back because fuck i need more stuff about that man 😮‍💨 … or yeah yk idk 🫠

love ya 🫂

You're such an enabler

Listennnn I'm only ashamed because it's Vin Diesel and he's likeee the type of Hollywood actor my mother would be attracted to, but I can't help it Dom's so fucking hot.

Like did you SEE the way he just be grabbing Letty's ass in the car in Los Bandoleros???!!!! (01:04) the way he can fit her entire cheek in that massive hand like, imagine those thick fingers sliding in and out of a dripping wet pussy I can't do this. He's so big, not just tall, big and thick and his arms have the stamina of a god from working on cars all day.

Or the way he'll literally borderline fuck in public, just straight up pull you into his lap and kiss and grope you like no one's watching. Like I'm not even an exhibitionist but the thought of that drives me crazy, because it's Dom Toretto, who's gonna check y'all? The thought of him getting hard, right then and there, kissing down the line of your neck, biting your nipples through your shirt while a party goes on around the two of you. I'm barking rn because that's probably why he flirts with other women all the goddamn time, he's waiting for the day you get so fired up about it you initiate the public make out.

I'm going to spill the beans because I'm legit so fried right now and I've been sitting on this forever and I really don't know when it's gonna get done, but I'm working on something where he finger fucks you over the charger, popped hood, engine up and running. There's more to it obviously but I need you to see where my head's been at. He's got his left hand holding yours down against the edge of the hood, the metal biting into your palms and his grip warm and firm. His other hand slides down the line of your body, pushing you closer to that fucking BEAST of a car while it's roaring right in your face, before his hand hikes your skirt up, pushes your panties to the side and rubs your clit until you beg him to stick them them inside you. And like obviously there a reasonnnnn but I'm not spoiling that here

Omg you have no idea how long I've been waiting to say that ok bueeeeeeee 😁👋👋👋👋👋

#donnie does 👑 #dom toretto headcanons #dominic toretto smut #dom toretto smut #fast & furious smut #fast and furious fic

[azusaluvclub]

Hii, hope you are doing well. I was wondering if you have any jimmy bae head cannons? Thanks!

weak hero headcanons; jimmy bae

hi hi !! i do have some jimmy headcanons lined up for you :))) theyre pretty general, but i hope you enjoy !!!! and if theres anybody else you (or whoever else is reading) wants to see, lmk !!

⋆ is a suprisingly good dancer !! never took classes because his family couldn't rlly afford it, and now he doesn't have the time to commit to it, so p much everything he learned was from watching tutorials + kpop dance practices on youtube lolll :,)) he has fun w it tho !!

⋆ has a low tolerance for spicy food ;; tries to fake like he can handle it, but it's SO obvious in the way his face reddens and his nose starts running that he can't :,))) (that's how u know the food is good tbh-)

⋆ based on the fact he's a karaoke enthusiast, i 100% believe he's also a talented singer :DDD (idol material atp-) his voice is suprisingly,,, gentle, compared to how he acts ?? it's full, a little raspy from all the smoking, but overall really nice to listen to. jack keeps insisting that he should become a trainee or something and put his talents to use, but he's not so sure-

⋆ dealt w pretty bad acne in middle school;; its improved over time, and he actually does make an effort w skincare, but he still gets flare-ups here and there that he finds super annoying-

⋆ not a big fan of tv (other than the late night sketch comedys or dramas he watches w/ his granny), but he LOVES a good action film- was def into superhero comics and cartoons as a kid (still is, hes just more casual about it loll) so some of that still carries over into his current interests :))) makes it a point to drag jack w/ him to whatever action movie is currently playing, and spend the whole ride home talking about it~

⋆ speaking of,, i feel like he was the one who initially suggested getting their (bc yes it is a shared thing-) motorcycle, but jack is the one who's most invested in it (mainly because i think he would have a strong interest in bikes and cars and the like) :)) bc granny bae keeps getting on jimmy's ass about them driving it without a license, the two have been hitting the books to get theirs- they say they're doing it together, but are secretly trying to beat each other to getting one :,))))

⋆ struggles w bouts of anxiety, i feel like ?? for all his arrogance, he seems to battle w/ his confidence in himself and his position in the union (imo likely a big part of why he's got an ego, bc he's looked down on enough as is and is trying to compensate somehow- </33). a lot of his worries revolve around that, but he finds himself getting hung up over plenty of other things. doesn't usually confide in jack about this, 'cause he thinks it's dumb and irrational; but they've known each other long enough to pick up on one anothers tells, and so jack makes it a point to remind jimmy that he believes in him, even without actually saying it~ (cause what else are bffs for ???)

⋆ actually a decent student — when he applies himself lol :,)) his best subject is probably smth like phys ed, though i feel like he might be also be good at history ??? not like he actually gives a shit, i just feel like it'd be easier for him compared to other classes. worst is art ,, if that self-portrait says anything---

⋆ is trying to make it a habit to workout + take it more seriously, esp since his fight w/ doyoon. not that he didn't before, but it's given him an even stronger sense of determination to not lose again, however he has to achieve that- tries to visit the gym regularly, or do simple workout routines at home (probably has some basic dumbells and other fitness shit, fuckin' NERDDDD)

⋆ when he's passionate about something, tho, it really shows !! and it benefits him most of the time, when he puts that drive towards the right things :,)))

and thats all ive got !! lol

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #jimmy bae #weak hero headcanons #im gonna trying getting another request up tonight but we shall seeee~ #this post also reminds me that i was gonna make a post about my headcanons for jimmys fanon grandma.... will come back to that;;

[obgvisual]

You're Mine (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

Warnings: blood, foul language (obviously), Breath play, degrading, slight violence, and cutting.

A/N: this is my first smut, one shot or whatever, i hope this won't be too bad as this is obviously my first smut LMAO, so please, feel free to suggest stories!, okay?, thanks.

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Lately you've been feeling super stressed with work and you feel like you don't have any time to have fun, you hardly even go out. Tonight you decided you wanted to go out with a couple of friends, "Hey, Damon, a couple of friends and I are going to a club, it's okay if I go right?" you say already wearing your short black dress, Damon laughs "Well you're already ready so I can't say no, that dress looks so sexy on you by the way", he stands up from the bed and goes over to you, looking you up and down, biting his lip. He kisses your neck but you laugh and push him away, "How about you stay home and tell your friends you got sick" he says with a big smile, "No no I need this, it's been too long since I've gone out, I would ask you to come but you know it's kinda a girls night out" you awkwardly smile, "it's okay I'll be coming later anyways" he grins and you smack his arm in response to his dirty joke.

Damon finally lets you go after giving you thousands of kisses and trying to convince you to stay. Your friends pick you up and you're on your way to the club. You get there and it's filled with people, "I should of stayed home with Damon, I think I probably would have had more fun with him then...no this will be fun I know it.". You've already lost your friends in the crowd and start looking around for them, you bump into someone, "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention", he looks at you and you examine him, he has blondish hair, hazel eyes and he's tall, he smiles at you "hey it's okay, what are you doing all alone?", "I'm looking for my friends but I can't seem to find them" you say nervously, "you can hang with me if you'd like?", you nod and follow him to the bar.

You sit down and he gets you a drink and you begin small talk with him. Time goes by and you're having a great time, at this point you're both pretty drunk. Your favorite song starts playing so you smirk at him, pulling him to the dance floor, he instantly turns you around and pulls you close to him, your ass close to his crotch, he begins grinding on you and you do it back, closing your eyes, "how about we get out of here" he breathes in your ear, you open your eyes and see Damon walking towards you. Your eyes go wide and pull away from the guy, who's name you didn't even know. Damon looks mad, really mad, his fists are clenched, he doesn't say anything and just grabs your wrist and starts walking towards the car, leaving the club. You look back at the guy and he's already dancing with another girl, not caring about what just happened.

He opens the car door for you and pushes you in the car roughly, and slams the car door, and he goes to the driver's seat and starts the car and drives off. "D-Damon, please let me explain-" Damon cuts you off, "Shut up" He growled, you do what he says and you stayed quiet, the ride home was quiet, really quiet, All you can sense was Damon glaring at you angrily.

He pulls into the driveway and gets out the car, unlocking the house and going inside. You follow him inside, nervous on what he might say. You go into your room to change out of your dress but Damon then walks in, He locks the door, you hear the lock click, your heart is now pounding.

"Damon, please, let me explain" You said in fear, "how about you get on your knees and suck this cock like a good little girl", you stare at him for a sec before he yells at you "NOW!", you jump and get on your knees as he ordered, Pulling down his pants and underwear, placing his cock in your hands, stroking it before putting it in your mouth. You struggle to fit his thick cock in your small mouth but Damon helps you by shoving it in "take it like a good girl", you hum. And then Damon grabs a handful of your hair, making you bob on his dick, him hitting the back of your throat every time. Your saliva begins to over flow in your mouth, spilling from the sides of your mouth to your chin, making strings of saliva when his balls hit your chin. Damon groans and throws his head back when you begin to play with his balls in your hand "Fuck yes baby, keep doing that like a good girl", you hum. Damon then grabs a handful of your hair, making you bob on his dick, him hitting the back of your throat every time. Your saliva begins to over flow in your mouth, spilling from the sides of your mouth to your chin, making strings of saliva when his balls hit your chin. Damon groans and throws his head back when you begin to play with his balls in your hand "Fuck yes baby, keep doing that like a good girl", you continue to do so till Damon begins to shake, pulling him closer to his orgasm.

He begins to face fuck you faster as he gets pulled to his climax before he pulls out and cums all over your face, his legs shaking and his head thrown back. Your face is covered in his thick warm cum, "get up and bend over" he commands, "Should I clean my face first" you question but he forcefully bends you over, he grabs his belt from the floor, "why can't you just listen to me you whore", he hits your ass with the belt, "after what you've done, the least you can do is obey me", he hits you again causing you to wince, "you've earned yourself 10 spanks for making noise now count" you nod, he hits you "One", he hits you again, you gulp

"two", he hits you again "three", he rubs your ass before hitting you again "four"...... by the time you reach ten, your ass is now bruised and burning. "that'll teach you to not question me again!"

He picks you up and throws you onto his bed, making a vase fall and shatter, he looks down at the shattered vase and he goes to pick up a piece of glass before going back and putting it on your throat almost like he was about to kill you, "You're gonna stay silent and not make a single sound, you're gonna take this cock and enjoy it like the slut you are". He slides the piece of glass down your body, pushing it in ur skin a couple times, cutting you and causing you to wince in pain. He throws the glass on the side of the bed and uses his hand to pick up some of the blood with his hand that is on your body. after that he starts stroking his cock with his bloody hand, throwing his head back, causing veins in his neck to pop out. He looks back at you with his red eyes before shoving his cock deep inside you, fucking you fast and hard. He wraps his hands around your throat and starts choking you, harder and tighter, causing you to struggle to breathe, your vision becoming blurry, almost grainy, hot tears falling to the sides of your face, the music in the background becoming muffled. You gasp deeply, coming back into reality when he lets go of your neck and smashes his lips onto yours. You're both moaning into each others mouth, he bites your lip hard causing more blood to come out. He sucks up the blood and spits it on your face "you're such a whore aren't you" he asked, you hum and nod in response, but he slaps you across the face, hard enough to leave a mark on your cheek, He grabs your chin tightly and gets all in your face and stares deeply onto your eyes and soul, "that's not how you respond to me, I wanna hear you fucking say it, say how much of a whore you are for daddy", you're face hurts from him hitting you but you manage to say it "I'm such a whore for you daddy", he smiles devilishly and continues to pound you. He then roughly flips you over and grabs the piece of glass he threw on the bed, cutting your ass before slapping it, leaving bloody hand prints. He inserts himself back into you, pounding you hard, your skin slapping against each other. He grabs your hair, pulling your head back, nibbling your ear "cum on this cock baby, I want to feel your walls throb around me", you know you're close already, you feel knots in your stomach form before you cum all over him, moaning loudly which he then cover yours mouth with his large hand " shut the fuck up you whore" he says harshly still fucking you hard. He then groans loudly before you feel his cock throb inside of you, all his warm cum filling you up. He collapses to the side of you, breathing hard, sweating.

He slowly leans in and he kisses you softly, "you were so good baby" he says as he caresses your cheek. You smile and kiss him again one last time. You're exhausted and he notices that. He picks up your clothes and helps you get dressed before he slips back into his own clothes. You lay in bed and he follows you. Damon wraps his arm around your shoulder, "You're mine" he whispers, "All yours" you replied. You're eyes feel heavy and you drift off into sleep.

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AHHH, i hope this wasn't too bad LMAO, so like i said, please suggest stories or people to make fanfics about!.

#damon salvatore #fanfic #x reader #tvd damon

[dontfeeltoohot]

Hi! I hope recovery is going well!

If you’re up to it, I’ve come to request a S/T fic where maybe Steve catches wind from Dustin that Eddie is out sick. Cue Steve showing up at the trailer after class to find Eddie with like the worst cold ever.

I don’t know how well we think Eddie takes care of himself, but however Steve attempts to help him feel better is up to you!!

He picks Dustin up from school, that's what starts it all. He tries to be nice and this is what happens. The second the kid gets in his car, the whining starts, and doesn't stop until they get to the Henderson household.

"-ut we can't play without him, he's the dungeon master!"

"Dude, I get it. Munson is sick so DnD can't happen. That sucks, but what're you gonna do, go to his place and make him play? Just wait till next week."

"Oh, we don't play at his place, usually it's at Mikes. He lives in a tiny trailer across from Max, waaay too small to fit us all in there. And no, I want him to get better, it just sucks ass."

"Hey! Don't say that kind of shit," Steve gripes. "Look, maybe he'll be fine tomorrow and you guys can do it then. Maybe he just doesn't wanna deal with all you twerps, needs some time alone, and he's fine. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"No, you didn't hear him this morning, he sounded like death Steve, literal death."

Steve rolls his eyes, knowing how easy it is to fake a sick voice and a few coughs. It's what got him out a week in ninth grade.

"Yeah yeah, whatever Henderson. I've got a date, so get your ass moving," the older of the two leans over and pushes open the passenger door.

"Wait, with who?"

"None of your business. Now go."

"I bet it's that Allie girl fr-"

"Go."

Steve's on his way home when he sees the pharmacy on main street. It's neon sign seems especially bright today, even though it's sunny. He's about to drive past it when Henderson's dumb voice floats through his head.

"He sounded like death Steve, literal death."

Hitting his steering wheel and huffing, Steve hangs a right as quickly as he can, pulling into an open parking spot. He sits in his car, debating if he should even care, but then Eddie's big brown eyes float into his memory, the way he'd looked at him with such attention, like no body else mattered, when they'd talked in the upside down. He thinks back to Eddie looking at him in the RV, how he'd teased him. God damn Eddie Munson and his ability to be cute, hot, and a menace all at the same time.

Entering the small store, Steve looks around, giving a smile to the woman at the counter, before going to hunt around. He realizes as he stares at the plethora of medicine in front of him, that he should have asked Dustin exactly what was wrong with the guy. Having only 'sounded like death' to go off of isn't very helpful. Did he have a stomach thing and was throwing up? Was he coughing? Why did this all have to be so complicated, why wasn't there just a cure all for everything?!

Knowing he still has a date in an hour and a half, Steve grabs Tylenol in case he has a fever, then grabs DayCare, that says it's good for coughing and sneezing and congestion and sore throats. Sounds like pretty much everything to him. He picks up a box of tissues, and then, on a whim, he grabs two cokes and a box of honeycomb cereal- should he get him real food? Probably. But he doesn't have that kind of time, and he knows Eddie likes the cereal. He ignores the odd look the cashier gives him and takes his paper bag, jogging back out to his car so he'll still have time to freshen up before his date with Allie.

Remembering that Dustin had said Munson lives across from Max, he pulls into the trailer park and looks around. There's one diagonal from her that looks promising once he sees the old van parked next to it. Parking behind it, Steve gets out, grabbing the bag at the last second, almost forgetting it. Shoving one hand into his Members Only jacket, he uses the other to knock on the door, shivering. Late autumn in Hawkins is cold, and he can practically see his breath as he stands there. When no one comes to the door, Steve knocks harder and longer. Still no answer. Sighing, the nineteen year old turns to go but stops when he hears the door open behind him. Flipping back around, he winces at the sight in front of him.

Eddie Munson, in all his rock and roll, long haired glory is standing in front of him and while Dustin had said he sounded like death, Steve can't help but think he looks like death too. He's wearing sweatpants and an old looking Iron Maiden shirt. His skin is pale and the dark circles under his eyes look like something that could rival a raccoon. His long curls are messy and not as bouncy as usual, but what really stands out is his nose. The tip and underside are a flushed pink, and his nostrils are bright like they've been rubbed raw.

"Harri'gton?"

Even just that one word makes Steve frown. His voice is thoroughly congested, to the point it almost sounds fake. It's lowered half an octave too, subtly raspy. Without the congestion, Steve might even categorize it as hot. Which...yeah okay, he's been trying desperately to push those feelings down, but that voice is just...too good.

"What're you doi'g here?"

Looking at the man again, Steve notices that he's half leaning into the door way, so he holds up the paper bag, hoping it'll help. Before he can say more and explain, a quiet sound escapes Eddie, something between a gasp and whimper, and then he turns away, raising his arm up over his mouth and nose.

"h'Gkt! ihKT! h'ighkt'uh!"

Aimed into his arm and covered courteously, Eddie sneezes. They sound tired and like they hurt. The sniffle he gives after makes Steve want to urge him to blow his nose, which, right, he has tissues in the bag too.

"Bless you, uh...you should probably close the door, you're gonna make yourself worse with how cold it is."

Big brown eyes dull and tired, Eddie blinks and then nods, but only continues to stand and stare at Steve.

"Can I come inside? It's freezing and I have stuff to give you." The words seem to jolt Eddie back into reality enough to nod, letting him in.

Steve's never actually been inside a trailer before. Eddie's isn't what he'd imagined, but it's not bad. There's just....a lot of things. Everywhere. After taking everything in quickly, he looks back to the curly haired man next to him, who's now sitting on the couch, where a nest of blankets are, along with a small trashcan that's overflowing with tissues.

"I got you medicine."

Eddie's brows knit together and he looks at Steve like he's trying to figure out if he's joking, so Steve takes the medicine, tissues, drinks and cereal out. At the cereal, Eddie's eyes brighten a bit.

"Tha'gk you," he snuffles into a new tissue and holds it tightly against his mouth and nose, turning away. "ihngXt! h'GKt'uh! ihkTSCH!"

"I uh, I hope that's what you need, I wasn't really sure what you were sick with...sounds like a cold from hell thought."

Eddie laughs a little, which turns into a wheezy cough that seems to drag on forever. Steve manages to find a cup that looks mostly clean, fills it with tap water, then hands it to Eddie, who takes it gratefully.

"S-Sorry," he mumbles, looking far too sleepy for his own good, and far too soft.

"It's fine Munson, you're sick. I'll let you get back to sleeping, but uh. Take the meds okay? It'll help."

Eddie does while Steve is still watching him, then lays back in his blanket nest, nose running. Steve almost leans down to press a kiss to his head, but instead heads out, trying not to think of big brown eyes and curly hair while he looks at Allie in the seat next to him an hour later.

#my fic #st #strthi #em #sh #this is vaguely angsty i guess #in the smallest way possible #asks #answered

[the-firebird69]

We have a few things to discuss one of them is the attitude is horrible here these people think they can win and they want to drive down route 9 and jam it to our son so we are going to jam it to them and it won't take too much work but eventually they might figure out who's doing it and one of them is sleeping beauty

-does a few other things happening there are and they are a huge war has developed over the ships because of the diamonds below and what they're saying is timetable I mean they don't have any more time the ship's launching is not to be concerned it's if the ships are taking over by the max I think they'll never get them out of there was he really are concerned with is that they would use the lasers below to hold people off the ship and they can and also the max can fit it out much faster and you don't know where you're going to figure it out fast it could be your area to 10 ships could be up in just a few days that's what they say that's absolutely true or it could be three weeks and 10 days across the sea so they're going nuts now and getting ready finally and that's the morlock and I think they're going to win cuz they're motivated the pseudo empire has lost all of its bunkers they have zero they're losing their fleets currently to the morlock and some to the empire and most of them are going to the morlock. They are by far worse than the warlock car when it comes to treating her son better even John remillard says that I'm out there getting him stuff and he sees it these guys come by and ruin it and they're horrible to him and they were the cops harassing everybody he's got a documented and they're suing everyone and they're not really suing people for him a huge pain to just about everybody near them and he says that quite often and it's true it's really true and they won't let anybody sleep in their big huge pain and Max by far worse but between the two and both of them suck and right now they have blockades that are being violently attacked they're attacking them with tons of stuff and it's the warlock some foreigners some minority more luck and we're doing it we need them out there's huge piles of ass. And Michael too suffered with her son in sees it and this a****** Timmy Doyle is going to consider doing nothing for anyone and it's his body that's big and he mutates and he's juicing and you can see him shrunk down and when he's beat up his Thanos on his way out and really they can't stand him and nobody could it's just like the attitude and a nastiness and then idiot talk takes over and he lost his wife about 2 years ago to the warlock and that's made him very bitter and her son does not want the car now this is probably 5 months if not more and it's his estimate and it's pretty conservative but he says I pity you for not wanting it and he says back I pity you for being so stupid you can't free the math out and you're holding on to them and you don't know what it is and I don't care if you hold on to it but you don't know the mass that's the pitiful part I do 5 months is not bad 6 months is not hell and I have nowhere to go and this other cars and I don't want to go to New England like your people planned. And I understand it now you lost your wife and it's not that fat lady that was there was it he knows yeah I said where did you lose her and he thinks she's dead I mean like where do you think you lost her was it faneuil Hall I've seen her around and people can verify she's been around and it's not these women I think. So I do get that you don't get a Firebird until you return my wife but you don't have and didn't really like her it's true he didn't get along with her just making these stupid voices it sounds familiar so I guess he lost her to mental illness he's actually smiling a little and says boy that almost went a little bit son of our car and I don't want to drive to New England they don't have money to do it and some a****** would call me and say oh yeah yeah check waiting probably this guy I didn't forget he did it. He's starting to be in hard Rock up there around or whatever it was eating french fries with mayonnaise. So anyways that was our son and see what it's like put some valuable stuff up there though like the guy thought she was dead and it's not the case.

I'm going to publish this is pretty big

Thor Freya

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[rareslikespastelpink]

Alright

Uh I've been anxious and stressed all week. So anxious that for the last 3 days my heart was beating a mile a minute, not eating as much and having a hard time sleeping. Been waking up at like 2 am almost every day.

I was so stressed my hair fell out again. It looks like it did pre-cortisone injections and so here we are back at square one with hair re-growth.

Monday I was going crazy because I didn't have the option to drive, but my insurance is so good that they got me into a rental the very next day. The adjuster texted me on Wednseday and my car was towed to the dealer as well same day. So things went smoothly with that.

I know it's gonna cost alot, these kids not only fucked my locking mechanism but fucked up my ignition as well. Don't get me wrong, the battery was probably super dead. But not even my lights on the dashboard came on. Even when it wouldn't start, my lights on the dashboard atleast came on.

Also my smashed in window. Fuck those kids. Fuck you for thinking it's cool to steal a car for a challenge and having no empathy for the person you do this too. You're fucking up that persons lively hood you asshats.

And I don't give a fuck about their brains not being fully developed. They can still be taught that trying to steal someones' car is wrong. I do understand we make mistakes when we're young, but this is a huge no no and a big mistake.

Also fuck Hyundai/Kia for their idiotic dumbass response to the situation. And fuck the US for not making it a law for car makers to put immobilizers in cars before selling them here.

If you try to steal someones' property you deserve an ass beating when caught. End of story. Or shot, either one is fine.

And I know once I get my car back, it's gonna get broken into again. So I'm gonna pay it off by the end of next year and get rid of it. I can't have a liability like that sitting around.

I'm looking at either a nissan rogue or a toyota rav4 or even a volvo sedan. It really just depends.

For now I found a kit that turns your car into a push to start, which these bitches can't steal it. So once I do that, I'm gonna leave the doors unlocked and put a note in the window. Also probably gonna find a way to take the emblems off the car. I'll do everything I can to deter these dipshits.

And since this is such a big thing, it might take a long time for them to get the parts for the car. Just ugh fuck them kids.

The sad part is I live in a relatively safe area rightnow as well. But no area is safe anymore if you have a Hyundai/Kia from these idiots. I've even read stories of the cars being stolen while people are at work.

So yeah got 7k left on this loan. My plan is to do 500 every two weeks, even 400 will do it. I just gotta have a very tight budget for it to work, not even including my debts I need to pay off. But I can do it. Probably gonna need a second job to make it possible, it'd only be 2 days a week though.

Then apply for my systems admin certificate, then after that finishes, apply for college. Have no idea where dating will fit into that, but I'm gonna do online classes. Eh I'll find a way to really make it work. This packed schedule will only be temporary and not permanent.

Also try to find a better paying job next year that has more opportunities for me to advance. This job doesn't have such opportunities and so I'm considering it dead end at this point. But I'm not quitting immediately.

Then I didn't text him because he seemed mad at me on Sunday. And that's okay, but what if I fucked up already? Q.Q

I should not have posted after getting his number or questioned his interest in me. Bleh. But it's okay and it's not that big of a deal. My brain is overthinking way too much of what to say. Just say hi it's blah blah and then go from there.

I don't know I'm just scared and going off the adrenaline from everything that's happened.

Can also just ask him questions about himself since I never really talked to him. But that was all a me problem. But it's okay.

I mean he already pretty much knows everything from reading on here since I'm an idiot. But that's okay as well.

As much as I want to stress over these things. I shouldn't or I'm gonna probably over do it and just make everything frustrating.

Also I really don't want to put anymore energy into posting on here. I'm gonna really stop. I know alot of it was me being anxious, scared, paranoid, unmedicated and not being able to regulate my emotions.

But I'm working on it. I want to be the best me I can be, not just for myself but for the ones I care about as well. It's perfectly okay to show emotion and be seen at my worst. Nothing wrong with that at all. But I want to really get it together and be seen at my best as well.

I'd say I'm genuinely a decent person or atleast I try to be and all that matters is that I try. Like I said, my goal is to be a nice person, stop being passive aggressive and just communicate more, stand up for myself more, mind my bussiness and stop worrying about what other people are doing. If they're not hurting anyone who really gives a fuck?

Also when I get into a relationship be a good partner, even with my tightly packed schedule. Cause' next year is going to be really busy.

My goal is to really flourish and if that's what I want then it'll work one way or another.

But yeah I'm done. I want to put my energy into really making things work. Also try to re-kindle old friendships and strengthen my current ones. Now that I feel a bit more stable, I know it's possible.

And no new years resolutions. I'm just gonna take better care of myself, drink more water and eat healthier. That's it. So bye, will probably be on here to reblog stuff, but that's it.

I'm sorry for anyone that had to deal with crap and my shenanigans on here. 😭

I love you! Q.Q

[faghubby]

This story is requested by a follower I hope you enjoy it.

Making of a sissy part 1

My name is Paul, I am a skinny short kid that lives with my mother, it has been just the two of us most of my life. I was still a virgin at 23, never even had a girlfriend. My sexual experiences consisted of jerking off in panties,, mostly my mom's. I worked as an assistant librarian. It didn't pay much but I loved it. One day my crappy car started making this horrible noise, mom suggested I let Tyler take a look at it. Tyler lived a few miles away. He was a few years older then me. We where friends since high school. My first day of 9th grade. Some kids where picking on me and pushed me down. Tyler was a senior, quarterback of the football team. And one of the smartest kids in school. Came to my rescue, he befriended me and always looked after me. Even after he graduated.

I pulled into Tyler's driveway. He was working on his truck.

"Hey, Paul heard you coming" he laughed my car was quite loud

"Yeah, think you can take a look" I asked

"Muffler" he told me not even looking.

"I am guessing that's expensive" I commented.

"Well maybe we can patch it or something" he peeked under the car.

"Well that's good. Its just the pipe" he told me standing back up

"I can fix that pretty cheap" he told me. I was relieved

"Come over Sunday, early we can fix it then watch the game" he said.

"That is great, Ty thanks"

"No problem, be good to catch up as well" Tyler laughed

"Can I drive it" I asked

"Yeah, it I loud but safe to drive. And if a cop pulls you over tell them you had to order a part." He reassured me.

I drove back over to Tyler's Sunday morning. His wife Beth answered the door.

"Paul, so good to see you" She hugged me. She was a stunning woman 5'7" an inch taller then me. She was tone and fit having been a track star in college. She invited me in and made me coffee. Tyler was still in the shower. Beth made small talk

"So any lucky lady snatch you up yet?" She smiled

"No, living the bachelor life" I responed. Tylor came down stairs I watched as he kissed Beth and playfully smacked her perfect ass. We went to the garage and Tyler got right to work on my car. I can't say I helped mostly just kept him company. It took him a few hours but he had it running like a champ. We went inside. He did well and had a big buetiful house. Beth was making food for the football game. We caught up, on everything. Beth went upstairs to get changed. She never stayed for the games. Instead went out with her sister. Some other guys showed up. John, Marcus, and Nick I didn't know them they all where big guys. John and Nick had played football with Tyler in college. Marcus he knew from work he was really tall black man. Told me he had played basketball in school. Tyler's basement was his man cave. We watched the pregame and told war stories. They all laughed at my stories of Tyler in high school. Beth came down and said her goodbye she looked amazing.

"Paul, I am counting on you to keep these Neanderthals in line" She kissed my cheek.

"It is good to see you, come back soon" She headed out. I wasn't really into watching sports I knew enough not to be an idiot, but these guys talked about player stats and odds. And I was lost. So I didn't mind, heating up the snacks or grabbing a few beers for them. So when Tyler's contact fell out when John smacked him in the head goofing around. I ran upstairs to the master bathroom to grab his glasses. But as I did I saw Beth's panties little red panties on top of the hamper. I snatched them and stuffed them in my pocket. I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about them.

After the game the guys left. I was cleaning up, not wanting to leave it all for Beth. Tyler didn't help but told me thanks.

"Beth will really appreciate it Paul, but probably not that you took these" he pulled Beth's panties from my pocket. They must of been sticking out.

"Tyler , I um. Please don't tell her" I stumbled over words

"What do you do with them?" He smiled

"Well Beth I so" I had no idea what to say and babbled

He held them out I had not gotten a chance to look at them it was a red lace thong he held before me.

"You wear them don't you?" He teased. I had tried panties on before mostly moms. But a few others I had stolen.

I nodded.

"Go put them on" he told me.

"What?" I whispered I must of heard him wrong.

"Its OK go ahead put them on" I took them and went to the bathroom and did just that. Tyler would never hurt me. I put my jeans back on and came out. I was rock hard. My dick pushing against the fabric. Tyler pulled the thong up driving it deep into my ass. And leaving a whale tail.

"Finish cleaning up, I want it spotless for Beth" he told me. I did exactly that. Tyler sat on the couch only moving so I could clean up the chips someone had dropped.

"Paulie, I want you to come back next week's GameDay as well" Tyler informed me.

"And wearing your new panties" he added. "You want to, Don't you?"

"Yes Tyler I do" I said barely over a whisper. He smacked my ass like he does to Beth.

"See you next week then, Paulie" he smiled and smacked my ass again.

I jerked off over a dozen times wearing Beth's panties that week. I pictured Tyler spanking me. I wondered what his cock looked like. I wanted to think of Beth but Tyler flooded my dreams. Tyler sent me a text to come a little early to help Beth get snacks ready. I had washed Beth's panties and now wore them as I pulled into their driveway. Beth met me at the door,

"Hello Paulie, we need to talk" She led me to the kitchen.

"Those are now yours" She pointed to my crotch." And you are never to steal my underwear again" She warned me. I was flush Tyler had told her.

"So this explains the no girl thing" She commented.

"I'm not gay" I told her.

"Oh, so you never thought about Tyler's cock? It is a very nice one" She told me. I was hard again.

"Do you like both boys and girls? She asked

"I don't know I never " I said embarrassed I said too much I didn't finish.

"Well it doesn't matter, I want you to just know. You can suck Tyler's cock. He loves it and I prefer not to. Also he has begged to fuck my ass for years. I let him try once and that is a big no. So if you want to let him you have my blessing." She then went on about how to heat the things she made. Where the cleaning stuff was. It was my job to wait on and clean up after the boys.

A few minutes later Tyler appeared he kissed Beth hard and deep his hands holding her ass. Then broke free and smacked my ass hard. He lifted my shirt and pulled on my thong once again. So the straps showed. Just then the other guys arrived and headed downstairs. I spent the next 3 hours waiting on them. They joked about what a good wife I would be. When John spilled his beer and I knelt to clean it up my shirt rode up and he noticed the red lace.

"The sissy is wearing panties" he laughed. They all had to look Tyler acted like he had no idea. John pulled my pants down exposing it fully. My 4 inches was rock hard but the panties held it. I was allowed to pull my pants back up. But they spent the next two hours teasing me even smacking my ass. The guys left and I cleaned up. Tyler approached me.

"How are you?" He asked concerned about my feelings for the first time today.

"I am fine" I told him not looking at him.

"Come here and sit, we can talk about it" he said. I dried my hands he was seated on a chair facing away from the table. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his lap. I almost cam as he held me.

"I know you better then you know you, always have" he told me. As he held my hands with one hand and I sat on his knee. He pulled my hands to his belt. And looked me in the eye.

"I am sorry the guys saw your panties, Paulie" I felt his cock move under my butt. He released my hands as I fumbled with his belt. I slid off his lap and undid his pants. I pulled them down his boxers tented. I slid them down releasing his cock. It must of been 8 inches and thick

"Go slow, I know you never done this" he rubbed my hair. I took it in my hand it was warm and firm but also soft in a way. I stroked it. Then kissed it. Tyler just sat back and let me explore. I did what I remembered from porn. But mostly stroking and kissing his cock.

I ignored my throbbing little dick and focused on Tyler. I tried to judge by his face or noises what he liked. He came in my mouth but I was unable to swallow and gagged on it. He had me clean him up with a warm rag and pull his boxers and pants back up. Without a word I went back to cleaning up. Starting with his cum on the kitchen floor. Tyler was asleep in the living chair when I left.

Beth texted me on Tuesday

/can you please come over after work/ is all it said

/ be there by 5/ I replied

When I arrived Tyler was not home.

"How do you feel about shaving" Beth asked.

"I don't really have too. It grows so slow" I replied rubbing my chin. She giggled

"I mean your legs" She tossed my hair with her hand

"I don't think" I said.

"Let me show you something" She led me up to the master bedroom on the bed was a cheerleader outfit

"Tyler bought that for you" She told me. I nodded she led me to the bathroom and filled the tub. She gave me advise on shaving my legs and everything else as she put it. She left me to it. I shaved every bit of hair from my neck down. And got out of the tub. Beth came back when she heard the tub draining. I wore a towel and was more excited then ever as she handed me lotion so I would be soft. And a pair of pink panties with flowers on them.

" when your done you can get dressed and wear these" She left again. She put the cheerleader outfit in the hall closet. For me to wear on Sunday.

"You mean in front of all the guys" I asked

"Yes sweety. Sissy love to dress up for big strong men." She told me

"Come early I will do your hair all pretty" her hand held my cheek.

She led me back downstairs we ate dinner together just the two of us.

"Did you like sucking my husband's big cock?" She asked and I almost choked on my food.

"Yes, I did" I replied with a new found certainty

To be continued...

[hookedonapirate]

A Date for the Holidays (and everyday too would be nice)

Summary: Tired of the constant backlash from her family about being single, Emma finds herself striking an arrangement with a roguishly handsome stranger at the mall the day after Christmas. Now she won’t have to be alone for the holidays. Emma and Killian agree to be each other’s dates, no strings attached, no commitment, no pressure. Just two friends getting together to appease her annoying family and get his brother off his back. It’s the perfect setup really...until sticking to the holidays isn’t enough. What happens when they both want more?

Holidate AU

A/N: So I watched the Holidate the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about how much fun it would be to turn this into a CS fic. So here we are. This probably won’t be too long, I’ll be getting back to my wips soon, just needed a break, but probably 4 or 5 chapters or so. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to the ladies on Discord for your encouragement and enabling ;-)

Thank you to the lovely @veryverynotgood for beta reading!

Catch up: Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8 // Ch 9 // Ch 10 // Ch 11

Also available on: AO3 // FF.N

Chapter 7

Fourth of July

“See you guys in an hour!” Kristoff waves as he pulls out of the driveway, Anna in the passenger seat and their kids and Elsa's daughter strapped in the backseat.

“Drive safely!” Elsa calls out.

“You got it!”

“Love you, sweetheart!” Elsa waves to her daughter.

“Love you too, Mom!” Daisy waves back.

Her cousins call out, “Bye, Aunt Elsa!”

As the car disappears down the road, the ladies all throw their bags in the trunk of Emma's yellow bug. They could've taken Elsa's vehicle, but Emma insisted her trusty bug is reliable, even though it's old. Besides, Kristoff's parents' lake house is only an hour away.

Playing the part of the doting boyfriend they've made everyone believe, Killian comes up to Emma and wraps his arms around her, kissing her lips. "Bye, baby."

Emma blushes and grins at him as she winds her arms around the back of his neck. Ever since she knocked his socks off in the ladies' room on Mother's Day, their relationship has shifted a bit. And she can't deny that pretending to be Killian's girlfriend is fun. Almost too much fun, in fact.

Killian lowers his hands, giving her ass cheeks a firm squeeze as he dons a big grin. "Have I mentioned how much I love these shorts on you?" he whispers in her ear, obviously not complimenting her for show since no one else can hear him.

"Watch it, buddy. Hands off my sister!" Leo calls jokingly. He doesn't actually have a problem with them being together. In fact, he's happy for both of them. Which is saying something, considering he hated Neal.

"See you soon. Drive safe."

"You too."

Once they part, the ladies hop into the bug as the guys pile into Leo's truck, including Ruby's holidate for the day, Uncle Sam as she calls him.

"Alright, let's go," Elsa says, clapping her hands excitedly.

Emma turns her key in the ignition, and when it doesn't start right away, she tries again. "Don't panic, it always takes the old gal a few times to get moving."

But nothing happens.

"Dammit!" Emma hits the steering wheel in frustration.

Leo pulls up next to the bug, rolling down the passenger window and calling out to her through the open window of his truck. "Everything alright, sis?"

"Her car died," Elsa answers for her. “Can you take us to get mine?"

"Sure, hop in!"

Emma furrows her brows. "But there's no room."

"Relax, it's only a five-minute drive."

Emma’s still hesitant as all four ladies step out of the car and grab their bags, throwing them into the back of Leo's truck, which is already full of the boxes of fireworks he and Killian picked up.

As they make their way to the back seat, Emma's doing the math in her head. They can fit Audrey or Ruby up front between Leo and Sam, but that still leaves four people to sit in the backseat, which only fits three full-grown adults, so that means…

"Emma, you'll have to sit in Killian's lap. That okay with you?" Elsa asks, sliding in next to him.

Ruby climbs into the front seat next to her date because Audrey didn't like the idea of sitting next to a strange man who smells like marijuana. Leo made him store his weed in the glove compartment, but Emma can smell it from outside the truck.

“Hop on, love. I promise I don't bite,” he smirks, patting his lap invitingly.

Emma offers a small smile, gulping as she climbs into the truck and crams herself on his lap, moving around to find a comfortable position. She's not questioning the hospitality of his lap; she's worried about what's in between his lap. The beautiful cock hiding in his shorts—the cock she'd tasted in her mouth and sucked until she was rewarded with his salty, warm cum.

She tries not to think too much about their time in the restroom together, but when Killian stretches the seatbelt around them, strapping her to him and his beautiful cock, and wraps his arms around her stomach, her belly tightens with knots.

This will definitely be a long five minutes.

"Awe, you two are so cute," Elsa beams as she looks over at them. “Aunt Rubes, aren't they cute?"

Ruby cranes her neck to look at them, flashing a smirk. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Leo ignores the comments and takes off down the road.

When they reach Main Street, all of them scan up and down the road, groaning and grumbling. Traffic is basically at a standstill because everyone's either coming or going since it's the Fourth of July weekend, which is very unfortunate since Elsa's house is on the other side of Main Street.

"Hey, sis, you gonna be okay with sitting like that for the hour drive?

Emma glances around the truck, everyone looking at her expectantly. No one else seems to have a problem with it, but then again, none of them have to sit in someone's lap they're painfully drawn to.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Emma laughs it off with a wave and cranes her head to look at Killian. "You okay with that, babe?"

He pulls her into his chest, letting her know exactly how okay he is with her riding in his lap. "I think I'll be alright," he chuckles, finding the question humorous. Then he grabs the hem of her shorts and whispers in her ear, "I don't know, with you in these little shorts, I find it hard to keep my hands off you."

Heat surges through her core, and she has to clench her thighs together.

Fuck.

This is going to be the longest hour of her life.

"Okay, I'm taking the back roads then," Leo announces before doing a U-turn and heading in the other direction.

Emma's comfortable at first, but about twenty minutes later, her body starts feeling stiff, so she leans back a little and turns her head, seeing Killian with his eyes closed. Taking advantage of the situation, she makes her best attempt to stretch out her body, arching her back and sliding slightly down on Killian's lap.

A sharp intake of breath tickles her ear as she feels his hands wrap around her hips. Emma moves around, trying to find the best position when Leo goes over a bump that probably would've knocked Emma out of her seat, if not for the seatbelt.

Emma relaxes again, sinking into Killian's lap, but jerks when she feels something solid underneath her ass. “Did you leave your phone in your pocket?” she asks, lifting herself up a little bit and reaching underneath her, feeling for Killian's phone.

His grip on her hips tightens and he speaks in a hushed tone, his words low and husky. “No—Emma stop, that’s not—”

She chokes on air when she can feel the thick muscle between Killian's thighs that had been slightly prodding her. Heat pools in her belly as she snatches her hand away and tries to pretend everything's normal. If anyone in the truck noticed what happened, no one says a word or gives any indication.

She threads her hands together, placing them in her lap as she tries not to think about Killian's erection pressed to her ass and how much she wants to rock against him, but she wouldn't be able to explain that in front of her family.

Definitely not.

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Thankfully, everyone arrives at the lake house without a hitch and soon, the ladies are chatting on the deck, sipping on Mai Tais. Kristoff is cooking hamburgers on the grill and the other men guzzle down their beers and shoot the firecrackers across the lake. Emma nixes the alcohol and instead drinks a mocktail. She has a feeling she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off Killian by the end of the night with a little liquid courage in her system as she thinks about the drive here and how she had to sit in his lap. Their relationship is shifting, and she's afraid all the excitement from the fourth will cause her to throw caution to the wind. It's bad enough she gave him a blowjob in a public restroom on Mother's Day. She blames it on the mimosa, even though she only drank one.

Killian lights the fuse of an M-80, holding it in his hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah, throw it, man!" Leo encourages, clapping his hands.

Killian casts the firecracker out into the lake, creating an explosion on the water. The men cheer and laugh.

"Now that's how you blow shit up, mate!" Killian hollers like he's a pirate's captain, warding off a threatening ship.

"Yep!" Leo and Sam give him a high-five.

"God bless America!"

"Whooooooah!" Killian cheers, throwing a fist in the air.

Emma rolls her eyes as she watches the scene at the lake and walks across the deck, sinking down into a lounge chair. “What is it about men and explosives?”

“It’s all about the cock,” Aunt Ruby replies, shifting her gaze to her niece.

Audrey furrows her eyebrows as she munches on some chips and dip. “What do fireworks have to do with a man's…anatomy?”

“It’s like jacking off.” Ruby shrugs. “Men live for the orgasm.”

Emma, Anna and Elsa dissolve into laughter at their beloved aunt’s bluntness.

“If they’re not fucking, they’re dreaming about fucking...or blowing stuff up. Next best thing to fucking.”

“Wait…” Audrey scrunches up her nose. “So, they’re all down there right now, thinking about…”

Emma nods, finishing what her brother's fiancé seems to be too proper to say. “Fucking.”

Elsa giggles at Audrey’s wide-eyed expression.

Poor Audrey. Everyone seems to pick on her for being so innocent and stuffy. Her brother is quite the opposite; he's laid back and fun, just like their father. But opposites attract, she supposes.

Another boom disrupts the air, followed by more cheering that's soon drowned out by Killian's screams and a slew of obscenities that pour from his mouth. "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

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Emma shoots up from her chair and darts over to the railing, her heart fluttering with panic as Leo sprints up the small hill and over to the deck, planting his hands on his hips as he catches his breath. “Hey, uh...do we have a first aid kit by any chance?”

Dread creeps into her stomach. “Maybe Band-Aids. Why?”

“Killian, uh…he, uh, just blew off his finger...just a little bit,” he adds casually as if it's no big deal.

“Oh my God!” Emma screeches in fear, running down the stairs as fast as her feet will take her, heart beating erratically.

Kristoff turns away from the grill, remaining cool and collected as if he's been in this situation hundreds of times. But he has three kids, so he's used to dealing with chaos and injuries. He raises his hands, which are donning festive oven mitts. “Alright, everybody, remain calm. Audrey, go get some ice and a baggie. Elsa, find something to make a tourniquet.” He turns toward the lake and calls out, “Do we have the finger?!”

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Killian groans in pain as Emma secures a towel around his hand, and the rest of the adults dig through the sand with toy shovels, searching for his finger.

“Come on, a little hustle, everybody!” Kristoff claps his hands encouraging them to hurry. “We gotta find that finger.”

“Got it!” Leo exclaims, holding it up like a trophy. He runs over to where Audrey is holding out a Ziplock bag of ice and drops it inside.

Killian grimaces as he looks at the bag. “Are you sure that’s mine?”

“He’s in shock,” Kristoff states, because who else’s finger would it belong to? Moving to the other side of Killian, he helps Emma stand him up. “We need to get him to the hospital.”

“I’ll take him,” Leo offers, heading over to his friend.

“No!” Audrey pulls his fiancé back by the shirt. “You're drunk.”

“Kristoff's sober.” Anna points out. “You can drive him.”

Aunt Ruby raises her hand. “We’ll watch the kids!” she announces as her date cheers, dancing drunkenly.

"The kids can tread water, can't they?" Sam asks.

“Nope.” Kristoff shakes his head, letting Elsa take over so Killian doesn't fall over. “No way I’m leaving my kids with those two.”

Anna nods in agreement. “Good call.”

“I'll take him,” Emma announces. "I've only been drinking mocktails."

Leo tosses Emma his keys. "Take my truck."

Emma helps Killian to her brother's vehicle, and once she has him buckled in, she gets in the driver's side.

Leo approaches the passenger door, reaches through the open window and hands Killian the Ziplock bag with the finger in it. He pats him on the shoulder. “You’re gonna be okay, buddy.”

Killian's still slightly drunk, his face pale as he gapes at the bag in shock. “It’s my fuck you finger!” He turns to Leo, starting to panic. “I can’t lose my fuck you finger!”

“Sis,” Leo looks at Emma, “drive safe. His fuck you finger is in your hands.”

“Thanks, no pressure,” Emma remarks sarcastically, trying not to freak out. Killian's bleeding into the towel, his finger's in a bag and it's up to her to find the hospital out here and get him there safely.

Nope. No pressure at all.

She starts the car and carefully but quickly backs the car out of the driveway, holding a conversation with Killian to try and keep her own nerves at bay. “Does it hurt real bad?”

Stupid question.

Of course it does.

Killian shrugs. “Not really, it's kind of like a paper cut.”

Emma tilts her head at him in shock. “Really?”

“No, not really!”

Emma flinches at his volume. “Don’t yell at me!” she screams, on the verge of tears as she tries to keep her cool. “I’m already anxious!” But why is she so anxious? She's not the one who blew off her finger.

“Oh, you’re anxious?!” Killian holds up the bag. “My finger's in a Ziploc bag full of ice!”

“I know and it's really freaking me out. Can you put it in the glove box or something?” she pleads, the sight of his finger making her squeamish.

Killian sinks his head back against the headrest. “Oh, we wouldn’t want you to be freaked out, now would we?” He opens the glove box to put his finger inside, pausing as he spots the small baggie of weed that Sam left in there.

“There’s a lighter in my purse,” Emma tells him when she sees it, thinking it will calm him a bit.

He shakes his head. “I don’t do drugs.”

Emma snort-laughs. “Oh, so you’ll set off explosives while drunk, but you won’t smoke a little marijuana?”

Killian glares at her. “What happened to our no judgments rule?”

Emma raises her hands briefly. "I'm not judging. I'm just trying to lighten the mood here, okay?"

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Emma and Killian dissolve into laughter as they sit on his hospital bed, waiting for the doctor. After inhaling a few puffs from the weed she threw in her purse before helping Killian into the emergency room, Emma's mind is foggy, and she doesn't even care about the smoke billowing up past the curtains around the room.

“Just relax,” Emma says, taking another drag. “I’ve got it all under control.” She places the joint between Killian’s lips, letting him take a turn. He eagerly accepts the joint, taking a slow drag from it. “You don’t have to lift a finger.”

They dissolve into another fit of laughter that's promptly disrupted by a nurse throwing the curtains open.

“Seriously?” she scolds, shaking her head in disappointment.

Emma jumps off the bed, moving to stand to the side as the nurse checks Killian’s vitals.

“I’m too tired to report you.”

Killian sighs in relief. "Thank you, mate."

Emma apologizes, putting the joint out on the plastic chair.

Pointing at the nurse, Killian tilts his head. “I know you from somewhere.”

The nurse shakes her head, not knowing where he would have seen her before.

“Aye, I just can’t…” he looks at Emma and can't help but chuckle at his own joke, “I just can't put my finger on it.”

The nurse rolls her eyes as Emma bursts out laughing again, nearly falling onto the floor. “The doctor will be with you shortly. He’s reattaching a toe.”

“A toe?” Killian reverts his gaze to her. “Wait, a finger must take priority over a toe, right?”

“Sorry.” The nurse says in an unapologetic tone. “If only you’d been a jackass a little earlier in the day.” She flips his chart shut before leaving the room.

Emma's mouth opens in shock. “Wow…” She points at Killian. “You’ve really got her…" she giggles between words, "wrapped...around...your...finger!” She falls onto the bed and places her hand on his shoulder as they laugh once more, this time being interrupted by the doctor.

"Okay," he says, his voice sounding weary as he scans Killian's chart. He's wearing dark blue scrubs and looks awfully familiar. Or is she imagining things?

No, Emma may be a little high, but she's not that stoned.

“Graham?”

The doctor looks up, his eyes clouding over with concern. “Emma? Are you hurt?” He sets the chart on the bed and rushes over to Emma, checking her over.

“I’m fine,” Emma assures as she stands up from the bed, surprised to see him here. “I didn’t know you worked all the way out here.”

“I normally don’t,” Graham explains. “They called me in to reattach a pinky toe.”

Emma giggles, staring at Graham as if he’d hung the moon and the stars. “That’s so amazing.”

Graham shrugs. “It’s a crucial phalange.”

She bursts into laughter again, causing the doctor to chuckle along with her as she playfully shoves his chest. “You’re doing such great work.”

“I’m just doing my part.” Graham smiles, taking her hand in his. “I was a little disappointed I didn’t hear back from you.”

Killian clears his throat. “And I’m disappointed I don’t get to see my favorite bunny suit.”

Graham turns to look at him, releasing Emma's hand as though he's just been caught doing something he's not supposed to, and wags a finger at his patient. “Ah, yes, Killian. From Easter.” He walks over to inspect the bandaged hand. “Sparkler got away from you, did it?”

“It was an M-80, actually.”

Graham lifts the injured hand enough to inspect the severed area, Killian hissing at the pain while Emma avoids looking over at it. “Skin’s a little crispy, but it looks like the bone didn’t shatter,” he confirms after checking the x-ray.

"Thank gods." Killian sighs in relief.

“Hang tight. We’ll get you prepped for surgery.”

“You can fix it?” Emma asks him before looking at Killian. “He can fix it!”

“We’ll see.” Graham chuckles and raises his hand, crossing his index and middle finger. “Fingers crossed.” When Emma and Killian stare at him blankly, Graham lowers his hand. “Tough crowd.”

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Emma helps a drowsy Killian into his apartment and keeps him steady as he kicks off his sandals. “I’ve got your prescriptions right here.” She holds up the white paper sack with the pain medication Graham prescribed him and sets it on the coffee table. She places her hand on the arm wrapped around her shoulders as she looks around his apartment, noticing how absolutely spotless and clean it is. It looks like something out of a home magazine. “Granny's Diner will be delivering your soup."

"Mm mmm," he hums in approval.

"And…” she eases Killian onto the couch, “I called your brother.”

“Really?”

Emma lifts his legs onto the couch and grabs a blanket, covering him with it.

“What did he say?”

“He didn’t answer, so I just left a message. I told him you had a little accident and that he should probably give you a call.”

“Thanks,” Killian says gratefully as Emma tucks the blanket around him. “I’m really sorry I ruined your Fourth of July.”

She shakes her head and sits on the coffee table. “Holidate rule number three—leave no holidate behind…” She places her hand on Killian’s arm, which is in a sling. “Or their appendages.”

They share a soft laugh as he subconsciously places his hand on hers. Emma's breath catches as their eyes meet and all the air leaves her lungs as she realizes they're practically holding hands. And it's not for show or because they're trying to convince anyone they're a couple.

She laughs nervously, averting her eyes and pulling her hand away. “You should probably get some rest.”

Killian nods in agreement. “Aye, I should.”

Emma leans in to kiss his cheek, finding it extremely difficult to pull away, but forces herself somehow. “Unless you need anything else?”

“Uh…” He scratches behind his ear with his good hand and looks around his apartment as if trying to think of something before his eyes connect with hers again. “No, I think I’m good. I think I'm-" Emma bites her bottom lip and can't help but notice Killian staring at the movement and having to pause from what he was going to say. “I think I’m fine, I’m just really tired.”

“Okay.” Emma finally stands up, tilting her head toward the door. “I guess I’ll just go then.”

“Okay. Goodnight, love.” Killian waves a bit at her as she slowly and awkwardly makes her way out of the apartment, not really wanting to leave just yet, but not having a good reason to stay.

"Night, Killian." Just before reaching the door, Emma changes her mind about leaving and spins around to say something, but the words catch in her throat when she sees he has his head resting on the couch, his eyes closed.

Her heart sinks, but she imagines he's exhausted after the day he's had. She turns around again and opens the door to leave, shutting it quietly so as not to disturb him.

As she's leaving his building, she's surprised to see Liam walking toward her.

And he doesn't look too happy.

"What happened to my brother?" Liam demands curtly as he approaches her, not bothering with any pleasantries.

"Hello to you, too," she retorts snarkily.

He crosses his arms, waiting for her to answer.

Emma hangs her head, toying with her fingers, knowing he'll be even more pissed once he hears what happened. "He blew off his fuck you finger."

Liam's eyes widen, anger spiraling through him. "He what?!"

"We went to a family reunion, and he bought some fireworks with my brother and threw firecrackers out over the water."

"What the bloody hell?!" Liam buries his face in his hands and sighs. "How could he be so stupid?" He lifts his head, glaring at her as if this was all her fault. "How could you let him be so reckless?!"

Emma scoffs, her eyes widening. "Um, excuse me?! I'm not his mother—I'm not even his girlfriend, so why is it my responsibility to be his babysitter?"

He nods and points an accusatory finger at her. "Aye, that's right. You're not his girlfriend. If you were, then maybe you'd actually care about him." As Liam passes her, she gasps in complete and utter confusion, spinning around to glare at him.

"I do care about him!"

He chuckles almost mockingly as he turns around to face her once more. "Oh yeah? If you really cared about him, then you'd cut this holidate bullshit and set him free."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Set him free? I didn't make him do anything!"

"Maybe not, but you're confusing him. He's too much of a gentleman to tell you he wants a serious girlfriend, not someone he can only see on the fucking holidays. You're holding him back from that."

Emma scoffs, not believing he's blaming all of this on her. "Yeah, well, you don't have to worry because I'll never invite him to another holiday again!" She turns around and storms away, lifting both of her fuck you fingers over her head at him.

As soon as she makes it to her brother's truck and climbs inside, tears stream down her cheeks, a mixture of emotions overtaking her—sadness, anger, regret, shame, sorrow—and she sobs against the steering wheel.

As much as she hates Killian's jackass brother and wants to believe he's completely wrong, that she hasn't been holding him back from being in a meaningful relationship, maybe he is right.

Maybe this whole holidate idea has been a complete waste of time.

Maybe she should accept the fact that she's going to be alone and stuck sitting at the kids' table every year for the rest of her life.

#cs ff #captain swan #holidate au

[mercurysstars]

The Shadow Thief (part 4)

Summary: what happens when Peter has to work with the girl he hates to possibly save the world.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing

A/n: I apologize for the late chapter! :)

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"What the fuck." Peter said wide-eyed.

Peter quickly parked the car and unbutton his seatbelt. He opened the door and stepped out in front of the car. The Avengers compound was destroyed, all of the windows were busted through, the doors were broken and even a few walls were missing.

Peter felt as though his stomach was twisted into 10 knots. It was like some sort of sick joke. Could they really be gone? They were the earth's mightiest heroes, right? He clenched his fist, Peter felt tears weld up in his eyes but he never let them fall.

Y/n got out of the car and walked next to him. When she approached him, he didn't say a word, he just stood there and stared. After a few moments of silence, Y/n gave him a little nudge "Let's see if we can find anything inside."

Peter didn't say anything to acknowledge her but he followed her. Y/n stepped through the broken glass door. The electricity was cut so the elevator didn't work. She found the stairs so she began to climb.

The first floor they enter was the laboratories. They were all a wreck, it looked like they all had been scavenged through. Desks were flipped, papers were scattered, glass was everywhere.

Y/n looked over to Peter. His face was blank void of any emotions but she sensed he was still stuck in a state of shock. They needed to leave. She figured by now that who it was attacked them earlier had found where they were and sending another load of soldiers.

"Peter, where is the Avengers weaponry?" She asked. He didn't say anything or point anywhere. Y/n cursed him and herself.

Not knowing what else to do Y/n began to search through the lab to see if she could find anything that could help them. Y/n noticed a random bookshelf along the wall. What were the chances that could be a secret door?

Y/n walked over to the shelf. With all of her knowledge from cliché movies, Y/n began to pull on random books. Every time one didn't work she would throw it backward.

Finally, Y/n pulled on a book about ants. She heard a noise and the bookshelf moved backward. She mentally high-fived herself. Y/n looked over to Peter "Stay there." She told him. She figured he probably wouldn't have moved anyway.

Y/n walked down a flight of stairs and pushed open another door. When she opened the door her jaw nearly fell slack. It was a lab but 100x nicer. It felt like something out of a movie.

There were huge screens and holograms. There were long desks with pieces of different robots on them. Y/n figured this is where Tony and Bruce did their work.

There was a big cabinet labeled spider-boy. She tried to open the cabinet but it was locked. She tried again but ultimately failed. Y/n grabbed one of the screwdrivers off of the table and stuck it in the lock. She balled up her fist at the end and hit her palm against her fist. The lock gave Y/n a shock "Fuck."

The cabinet swung open revealing tons of different equipment. There was a bag at the bottom that Y/n assumed was Peters. She grabbed the bag and began to shove everything that could fit. She grabbed web fluid, web-shooters and she might have even grabbed one of his suits.

Y/n zipped up the bag a knife caught her eye on the other side of the room. She walked over to the knife. It was black with a few gold lines running through the middle. Y/n picked up then knife and a screen popped up.

A video began to play with a shaken up Tony Stark "Anyone who watches this SOS. You are in danger meet—."

The video paused and a voice interrupted "Vehicle approaching. Click to watch surveillance footage."

Y/n clicked on the button a video popped up of several SUVs pulling onto the road leading to the compound. Y/n was confused. Why would this pop-up? She looked at the corner for the date. The footage was live. She swore she felt her heart leap out of her chest.

Y/n tucked the knife in her pocket and booked it up the stairs. Peter was still where she left him and she ran over to him. "We need to go." He stared at the wall

"Peter we need to go like right now." He still didn't make a move.

Y/n decided to say fuck it and take matters into her own hand. If he didn't want to move she would make him. Y/n took a deep breath and slapped Peter as hard as she could. "Get it together."

Peter's hand flew to his cheek and he glared at her "Ow! That hurt." Peter shrieked.

"Good. We need to leave. They already found us again."

"Tony told me about a few safe houses just in case something ever did happen."

"Good enough for me." Y/n took the bag off her bag and shoved it into Peter's hands. What was he good for if not super strength.

They ran down the stairs, sometimes skipping two or three at a time. They ran through the door and to the car. Right as they got 10 feet within the car it exploded and caused them to fly backward.

"Son of a bitch." Y/n exclaimed. Her ears were ringing from the loud noise.

"That was our only ride out." Peter groaned. He was sure they were going to die. He figured he had a good enough run. He was surprised he lasted this long anyway.

"Maybe not."

Peter followed Y/n's line of sight to a motorcycle "Are you crazy?" There was no way in hell he was getting on that. He rather take his chances with the SWAT team.

Y/n gave Peter a look. One that over the few times he's meet her he's grown to know almost too well. She was going to do something risky, stupid, but not necessarily unnecessary.

Y/n gave Peter a wave before she broke into a full sprint toward the bike. She was going to get herself killed. Peter clenched his fists before running after her.

Shots began flying toward them and Y/n hopped on the bike. Peter got on the bag, she quickly started the bike and pulled off before he got the chance to argue.

After 30 minutes of riding in a random direction into the woods, Y/n pulled over. Peter unwrapped his arms from around her waist and got off the bike.

Peter walked over to a tree, bent over, and threw up. Y/n grimaced and quickly looked away. He may be strong but his stomach surely isn't. Of course, she didn't say that she figured he was occupied enough for the moment.

When Peter was done he walked over to Y/n and threw his hands up in the air "What in the actual fuck. You could've gotten us killed."

Y/n had to suppress the urge to laugh. She noticed whenever Peter got mad his face scrunched up and got red. "I just saved your ass. You surely could have stayed back there and tango with the death squad."

"Jesus Y/n. Do you even know how to drive a motorcycle?" Peter shouted.

"Well actually no." He had gotten her there "My fight or flight had kicked in and that's good enough for me." She put her hands on her hips.

Peter let out a long sigh. She was crazy. Actually fucking batshit crazy. "We need to get to a safe house, and figure out a plan."

Well isn't he just a bright one? "Well, Mr. Parker be my guest." She pointed to the bike "Unless you're too scared." She challenged.

"I'm not scared." Okay so maybe he was a little scared but he wasn't going to tell Y/n that. He walked over to the motorcycle and swung his leg around. It was just like riding a Bike. Right?

Y/n swung her leg around the back of the bike and sat behind Peter. She wrapped her arms around his waist "How Are We going to get there? Does your Spidey sense show you the path to follow?" She teased.

"It doesn't work like that." He grumbled as he pulled off.

They drove for what felt like hours. Y/n was pretty sure she dozen off a few times from the lack of scenery. Her arms were starting to ache and her but were starting to get sore from driving on the gravel road.

Finally, they pulled in front of a big cabin. It was huge, it looked like a place someone would go to get away for a weekend. The cabin was surrounded by trees and behind it was a lake.

Peter turned off the bike and they both got off. They walk up the stairs to the porch. Peter punched in a few numbers. There was a camera above the door. Peter walked through the door. A voice came through a speaker "Welcome, Peter Parker."

When Y/n tried to walk through the door the voice came through again "Unauthorized personal."

Y/n looked over to Peter. He had a clueless look on his face and he shrugged. Not knowing what else to do Y/n looked at the camera "Y/n Y/l/n."

"Access granted. Welcome, Y/n Y/l/n."

Y/n walked through the door "I wasn't sure that it would work." Peter laughed.

Y/n looked at Peter and narrowed her eyes "We came all the way out here when you weren't even sure if I could get into the damn safe house."

"I took a calculated risk." Peter crossed his arms.

"Oh so when you take a chance it's a calculated risk but when I do it's stupid and reckless."

"Before I take a risk I weigh all my options but when you do it's always spontaneous and mindless."

"Well, my spontaneous decisions saved your ass more times than I can count."

"Can you stop swearing for like 2 seconds?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Peter. Does my fucking swearing bother you?" Y/n seethed.

"I can't with you." Peter sighed pinching the bridge of his nose "I'm going to take a shower there should be some clothes for you in one of the rooms." He walked upstairs and out of view.

Y/n let out a long breath of air. Peter was such a stick in the mud. "Can you stop swearing?" She whispered to herself in a mock voice. God, he really did manage to get on her nerves.

Y/n finally took a chance to look around the cabin. If she could even call it that. It was nicer inside than it looked to be outside. It's looked like a normal modern house with the exception it had the Stark touch.

Y/n walked upstairs and entered one of the random rooms. It had a queen bed and a nightstand. The closet was huge and full of different clothes and shoes. She found a pair of open-fingered gloves. If she had to guess she'd say this was the scarlet witch's room.

Y/n suddenly felt dirty and decide that she needed to take a shower. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt she thought could maybe fit. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, she hoped Peter didn't use all of the hot water.

She peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She lets the warm water run down her back. It did wonders for her sore muscles. She quickly scrubbed the rest of her body and turned off the shower.

Y/n dried off and got dressed. She stepped back into the room. She saw Wanda's bed. It looked more comfortable than it did before. It was basically calling her name. Y/n decided to say fuck it and hop in the bed. She decided whoever was trying to kill them could wait for tomorrow.

Part 5

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[iamnightduchess]

ReinerxMikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky A to Z Ask Game (R20+) Headcanon #19

*Update: 24 March 2021

A continuation of this ask & inspired by this original post. Dedicated to @xrocketmanx for their amazing 💖 on my ko-fi page!

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic description of very explicit smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

(In complete Alphabetical Order)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

People expect Reiner to be the one who would jump off the bed immediately soon after when they’re done but on the contrary, he just loves lying there and holding Mikasa in his arms post-coitus. Although, they do sleep with Mikasa lying on his chest most nights. Mikasa wasn’t used to be held intimately in the first few months of their relationship, so the first time they made love, Reiner gave her the space that she needed before, during and after. It was Mikasa who finally initiated their first cuddle post-coitus after the next several weeks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiner: Very confident of his physical appearance and in his skin. He really loves everything on and about Mikasa. He loves her body type the way she is - to him, hers is just perfect. But, his most favorite body part of hers he'd like to touch first every time he could is her hands. He just like holding her hands when he wakes up, winding down for the night & even when he's asleep.

Mikasa: This woman, despite having a bombshell athletic figure, still secretly feels insecure of the way she looks. She loves Reiner's biceps the most - at home, she'll sneak a quick peck or a nibble on his biceps when he's doing the dishes or making dinner. She also likes to snuggle up to him on the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders, sometimes until she falls asleep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… lol)

She...swallows? 🙈 (holy shizz i'm not so sure of this one. Can't think of a suitable answer without being cringey 🤣)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiner & Mikasa once had a quickie inside the changing booth during a beach trip with their friends. Reiner had also went down on Mikasa after dinner at his mum's place, right in Karina's laundry room because he 'accidentally' spilt some wine on her dress & wanted to get her dress cleaned up. He ended up having her as dessert on top of the moving dryer & she left her underwear there by accident.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They were both not each other’s first lovers but when they first got together, the experience is like being with no other. They discovered new parts & points of not only their significant other’s physical & spiritual strengths but also their own respective preferences as well. Reiner’s quite a ladies’ man during his early years in the military but after a while, he got bored of the game. Meeting Mikasa, he realised he wants to play the game again but this time to win it for good. Mikasa has only been with one boyfriend since college & being with Reiner opened her eyes up to vast possibilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

No, Reiner doesn't do the Military Style despite being a military man 🤣 Missionary & Cow Girl are their standard starting positions. Despite Mikasa being very flexible, which gave them more advantage in attempting the more physically-challenging positions, but the following are their more favorite experimental ones:

Oasis

Basket

Watering Can

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both, no doubt. Reiner has a dorky sense of humor & Mikasa's odd humor makes for a good tension-breaking combination. Their foreplays always begin with a good laugh - with Reiner ghosting his teasing touches on her love handles. Gets her in the mood for some serious sexing every time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For both, the carpets matched the drapes. Mikasa tried Brazillian wax once and uhh...Reiner abstained for a week & a half because he prefers her au naturalé 🙈 He said it felt odd from what he's used to haha

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are days they’ll just have a quickie if they get in the mood while just chilling, watching TV together after dinner. Before the children came, they would always have slow, intense eye-gazing, tantric, unrushed lovemaking. After the twins came into the picture, they’ll be lucky if they can even have cuddle time together >D Mikasa doesn’t say “I love you” out-loud but showed it in the way she touches & kisses Reiner’s arm when he’s in the kitchen making dinner or when he’s giving the twins a bath.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oooh...Reiner rarely does this after he dated Mikasa & married her. But he loves getting her to touch herself in the showers. While he watches.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Did i tell you about their muscle kink & how much they love each other’s muscles?? Roleplay :) They like to pretend they’re strangers meeting in a cafe or a hotel bar and later have a ‘pretend one-night stand’ with each other haha It keeps the flame burning! (i posted a oneshot on this.)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home: bedroom, kitchen and in his home office. In the showers too!

They're not one to do it in public but they did have several outdoor trysts on the back of his 4WD while having a romantic night under the stars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) haha can't help not including this gif

When Mikasa rubs one of Reiner's thighs, rest assured that his gears will be running. Meanwhile when Reiner nuzzles her neck and started caressing her abs, oh it's an on for her alright.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⛔ Backdoors are a big N.O ⛔

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They're both amazing givers... You know what it means: 34 + 35 🤫 Reiner would sometimes initiates when Mikasa's already asleep. Remember that Zoom Conference & online gaming session? Mikasa likes to get back at Reiner when he least expects it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both depending on their moods...quickies are usually fast pounding yet not too rough, Reiner respects Mikasa too much to ever be at risk of hurting her. Usually their lovemaking would be sensual & soul-bonding at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mikasa prefers to wear pants when they ever go for outings, movie trips, hiking trips. But, she wears skirts when they're visiting their families for a reason: smoother access for quickies. The moment she walks down the stairs in a beautiful dress before they head to his mum's or her aunts', Reiner already knows it. They be getting freaky with a quickie later 🙈

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reiner & Mikasa are very experimental in the bedroom. Sure, they don’t have frequent lovemaking but when they’re in the mood, fireworks are a guarantee throughout with different new positions ;) Risk-taker? Let’s just say Reiner’s virility and Mikasa’s flexibility provided a lot of perks in their love lives together (and some pregnancy scares too! before they were ready to conceive) Mikasa once gave Reiner head while they're stuck in traffic heading into a road block. He'd finished just before the the car in front of them pass the inspection 🙈

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ooh boy, all night haha Rounds: 2 max at one time. Duration: At least 1.5hours X) They both are super fit, athletic people so one can expect their staminas to be nothing less than subpar. *cough* In Canon AU: Max 4 times or 1/3 of the night *winks* because supernatural & acker powers!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No, they don't 🙈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Goes without saying: a lot. Mikasa likes to wear Reiner's tshirts/ dress shirts at home to tease him. While Reiner likes to wear his reading glasses a lot at home because that is one of her biggest turn ons from him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mikasa's the quiet one between the two and the loudest she'd ever been was just a deep, heavy whimper. Reiner's the louder one that sometimes Mikasa would have to smother him when they're having a quickie 🤣

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even after more than 20 years together, Reiner and Mikasa still make out like they're teenagers - pretending to sneak around and grinding in hidden, cramped spaces away from their kids.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mikasa : Dynamite & powerful grip - thighs and you-know-what (even after 3 kids!)

Reiner : Thicc - ass & this man is packing. He has girth!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest: 15 🤣 There's something about getting Mikasa to relax and laugh during their chill time, that just instantaneously revved up their engines at the same time. Reiner is a very tender, romantic person & Mikasa cannot resist it when he starts to tell her how much he loves her & appreciates her. He likes to kiss her hand when they're just hanging out even with friends. Everything Reiner does is genuine & that warms her heart everytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner would be the first to go out like a light & Mikasa just likes to rest her head on his chest and hear his beating heart & relaxed breathing. Mikasa thinks Reiner's little snores are adorable. But when they're just cuddling on the couch, Mikasa would fall asleep first & Reiner would carry her to the bed.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this & I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thank you so much for the support & love 💖 xoxo More asks to come!

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[sinfulbrothers]

You got the letter I sent you a few weeks back.

I have to admit I didn't expect you wouldn't receive it, I had a demon drop it off to wherever the hell you were staying at.

I imagine it's a crappy motel with shitty TV stations, ones we used to stay at all the time when we were kids.

Remember when dad would get angry every-time he came back to the motel room and see we were up sleeping? Remember that?

He'll he'd probably still yell at us for being such fuck ups.

You can ignore my texts and calls as much as you want Dean.

But we both know you have to come home sometime.

I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse routine.

I hunt you down, you run off to god knows where and then I'm stuck trying to find you again.

But I have a feeling I won't be the cat for long.

-Sammy W.

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"Three more calls and four texts, he still hasn't picked up," The youngest winchester glanced over at the male across the table. Castiel sat there hands resting on the table looking over pictures from different traffic lights, cameras and whatever else he could find. "The son of a bitch thinks this is some sort of game. Anything, Cas?" He raised an eyebrow at the used to be Angel.

The male shook his head, "It is just the same old stuff, Sam. No clue of where Dean would be hiding out. The only person that knows where Dean is hiding would be Crowley. And he and I aren't on the best of terms.." He made quotations around the word 'terms' and 'best'. He still really wasn't the best at English. "Maybe we should wait until there is a police report on a Chevy Impala. On baby."

Sam shifted in his seat frowning, "Dean is smart enough to not get caught doing something illegal in baby. If there was a police report it would be at some bar or store. Like the gas station that was robbed." He slid his laptop over to the male, "Check out some things while I go on a run. There isn't much you need to know about computers." He smiled softly sliding his phone into his pocket, heading out to his '65 mustang, light blue. A beautiful car. He jumped in and he was off to the nearest store.

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A familiar '65 mustang pulled into the Save-A-Lot parking lot, he couldn't help but smirk. Seeing his big bulky dork of a brother climb out of the drivers seat. It was a wonder how he fit his big moose ass in there. The car was shorter than Sam was tall. He snorted sitting back in the drivers seat of the impala, hands on the steering wheel. "Here Sammy Sammy Sammy." He whispered whistling, pushing the drivers seat door open he climbed out. Cracking his knuckles following up behind his brother. Wrapping an arm around Sam's neck yanking him to the ground with inhuman strength.

"De--" Was all the young winchester got out before the lights went out for him. Dean lugged the tall male over to the impala, throwing him in the back seat among the other beer bottles and trash.

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"Wakey, wakey, Sammy."

"You wanted your big bro back, well you got 'em."

"Sam."

"Sammy."

"SAMANTHA."

Sam's eyes shot open, his ears ringing, what the hell? A frown plastered on his lips as he tried to sit up, a force was holding him down. He heard it again, "Sammy." That was Dean's voice, what the hell was going on? Wasn't he supposed to be at the shopping center? "Aww look Sammy is confused again. How cute. Let's cut to the chase," The eldest winchester spoke up, his voice rough like a rocky road. He came walking out of the corner of the motel room swinging a baseball bat. Twirling it and throwing it in the air, only to catch it again. "You," He pointed the bat at Sam, poking his nose with it lightly. Sam pushed it away giving his demon brother a face.

"Need to stop looking for you. Yeah I caught the jiff." Sam stood up brushing his brown hair back out of his face.

Crack.

Dean swung the bat, smacking Sam right in the shin. For a second Dean swore the bat had snapped, then he realized it was Sam's shin.  "Sit down." He growled at his younger sibling. Sam obeyed. "Obey like the good dog you are. Isn't that right, Sammy?" He chuckled, gripping the baseball bat tight. "You either stop looking for me or I'll put you down right where you stand, got that? I won't hesitate to tear your pretty little head off with my teeth. Bet it'll taste real good. Have some actual freedom from all this hell around ya, Sammy." He winked at his brother.

"But Dea--"

Crack.

"Fuck! Stop hitting me with the damn bat!" Sam cursed loudly attempting to take the thing from Dean, it was a lousy attempt but at least he tried to do something. "I'll fucking stop looking for you. Just tell me one thing...why are you doing this? These crimes? The killings."

"The killings? Those are all angels. All 14 of 'em. Of course we aren't counting the humans, right?" Sam didn't even recognize his brother behind that wolffish grin. His gaze dropped to the floor shuddering in major discomfort. "Crowley sent a few demons to try to take me out. Not even the king can contain this beast."  Sam opened his mouth to speak, "Ahh except..you have a body behind your little adventure. The man you made sell his soul so you could find me. Naughty naughty sammy. Put him through that and he still gets killed, just sooner. Oh by the way...tell angel wings I said hi."

Dean swung the bat hard.

"Fucking Hell that's gonna leave a nice bruise."

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He awoke to a dog sniffing at his jeans and clawing at his jacket, attempting to locate anything edible on him. Or maybe it was getting ready to eat his face off. It didn't need to happen either way. Sam shoved the creature to the side earning a Yelp/Whimper from the creature as it bolted down the alleyway and out into the streets. An on coming car stated, 'Stupid animals! Should all be killed!' Speeding by the creature. People had no respect for these animals, or much of anything in that matter. He pushed up sitting up against the wall, yanking his phone out of his pocket, "Cas? Yea. I need a ride back to the bunker. Think I'm by the barber shop and the tattoo parlor east of the grocery store. Yep..it was Dean. No he didn't say anything about you. He did break my shin. Just..get here as soon as you can." He sighed shutting the phone tossing it across the alley way.

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"They have towed your car away," Was the first thing the used-to-be-Angel said to the male, helping him up to the car. "You will have to get it another time we need to get back to the bunker. There is something you need to see. It's important." Cas walked around the other side of the car jumping in the drivers seat, starting up the piece of crap he began driving off in the direction of home. But it wasn't home for Sam. Not without his brother. His brother was his home and would always be.

"So what's this thing and why is it so important?" He raised an eyebrow staring Castiel down.

The Angel sighed gripping the wheel loosely as he leaned back getting comfortable, "It's Dean. He was by the bunker while you were out. This was after I was told to look up things on the inter webs. The bunker door flew open and before I knew it I was on the floor. He took something from your room but I cannot figure out what." He sighed heavily, frowning immensely, "I was thinking it was some books...or maybe the tracker you had put on him.."

"The only thing in my room was papers and books, he would've had to taken some books. If not then..pictures? That wouldn't make any sense." He shook his head staring out the window, wincing. "We'll figure it out later. Right now I need to get my leg fixed up. Can't do anything on a broken bone."

"Alright. I will get the supplies while you stay put." Cas climbed out helping Sam down into the bunker, making sure he stayed sitting down before wandering off to gather some supplies.

Sam fiddled with the loose pieces of paper on the table, sliding them over the edge watching them float down to the floor. Something he would do as a kid, watch paper float down to the floor. It didn't sound fun and it wasn't. Sam chuckled remembering when Dean got angry when Sam would cover the motel room in paper. The crinkling noise always annoyed the shit out of Dean. He slid another paper across the wooden surface, catching it right before it fell.

'I sure enjoy your love letters, Sam. But has anyone told you you're not my type? Tall and lengthy isn't my thing. By the time you read this I'm sure I already broke one of your legs. Told you to leave me alone and then you're back here planning something again. As usual. For every time I catch glimpse of you I'll kill someone. Child, adult, elderly. I'll kill them. This is a warning. One slip up and someone is going ten feet under. Oh..I left a bit of a surprise under your pillow. Hope you enjoy it. It seems you need a girlfriend if you catch my drift little brother.'

He really didn't even want to know what Dean had left him under his pillow, probably some sex toy. He shuddered quickly shoving the paper into his pocket. "Find everything okay?" When Castiel nodded he smiled softly, sliding his pants leg up, hoisting his injured leg up onto the table. "I was thinking, maybe we can take a break for a bit. Let Dean cool off before we try to find him again. He seemed pretty pissed off. Sure the mark is the cause of that but Dean sort of always has his panties in a bunch."

The Angel simply nodded, "Okay." After that the room remained silent.

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He had the right plan, all he needed was for Sam to take the bait. Hell he wished he would've stuck with killing people, been more fun and the police would've been involved. Sure they were a pain in the ass but still. He found it funny as hell to watch Sam struggle to get around the cops when they got suspicious of him asking "too" many questions. Whatever the hell that meant.

Dean brushed a hand through his ever so growing hair, sitting back in the bar stool. Sam had just found the the toy his older brother had left him. "Get a girlfriend," Dean scowled taking a long gulp of beer, spinning in his chair and sliding off. He pushed by a few customers walking out, climbing into his "baby" he drove off.

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Fool me once

Shame on you

Fool me twice

You're probably dead

He was correct about Sam, the man really was trying to locate him again like the crazed idiot he was. Damn. Dean threw the impala door open walking over to his brother gripping his shoulder tight, a faint crack starting. "Whatcha doing Sammy? Looking for me again? Did you not get my letter? Man I know I'm not good with the whole pen pals thing.." He sighed heavily cracking Sam upside the head, sending him stumbling into the side of the tow truck building. Sam felt a hand wrap around his throat, then black eyes meeting his. "You won't stop until I'm back, guessing that means I have to kill ya."

Sam's vision darkened as the grip on his throat tightened, then everything went black.

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[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part VI •

Hop, bunny, hop!

~

You had been staring at him the whole time on your way home.

You knew it was not the wisest thing to do, since someone could probably notice you but that was not the main thought on your mind right now.

All you could think about was how purely he had sung that song with that melodious voice, pulling at the strings of your heart.How it had made you experience an epiphany, suddenly clearing your head from all the insecurities dwelling on it for a long time.

The straw hat had been a savior earlier on.

Shielding you from the other's eyes, you had managed to wipe at your tears without anyone noticing, leaving nothing but a joyous expression on your face.

Hoseok and Jimin had both patted him on the back, their pride clearly visible in their eyes and you had proceeded to do the same.

Still, this couldn't affect your attitude towards him.

You muster up the courage and approach him, throwing an arm across his shoulder. You trade your straw hat for the bucket one on his head.

"Our Jungkok-ssi is gonna be a great singer when he grows up," you say, smirking.

"Oh, I could never reach your level," he answers, a fake timid smile on his face.

Hoseok slings his arm across his other shoulder.

"Both of you can't even come close to my magnificent vocals."

Jimin fastens his steps behind you.

"Hey guys, wait for me!" he yells and closes the distance in three long strides, using yours and Jungkook's shoulders as leverage to lift himself up.

You all start laughing like pre-schoolers hanging out into the streets.

* * *

"Cheers!"

Everyone clinks their glasses together, huddled around the table on the living room.

After finishing the day with your teammates you had all decided to have a glass of red wine.

Well, all except for Yoongi and Jungkook.

They had refused to join you, claiming that they had already chugged down two glasses of alcohol in a nearby pub.

That explained why Yoongi hadn't been with Jungkook when you had found him busking.

He had told you that Hyung had been tired so he'd gone straight at home, leaving Jungkook strolling around the streets on his own.

"Friendship is....?" Yoongi aimed his fist at Kookie.

"Irish Bomb," he finished, bumping his fist.

You didn't even know what that was supposed to mean.

After that, they'd crashed in their beds.

You refill your glass, the bitter liquid stinging your throat making you want more.

You had started to get a little tipsy, and you couldn't deny the guilty pleasure you felt.

Being a light weight drinker, you couldn't really hold alcohol, but you were surprisingly in the mood tonight.

Jin touches Namjoon's hand and looks him in the eye.

"Why are you so cold? Is it because you have a lot of fans?"

He explodes into a fit of laughter, you joining him immediately.

Namjoon just deadpans.

"Hyung, stop it with the puns," Taehyung whines, but he's clearly holding his smile.

"Actually, I was gonna make an animal joke, but-"

"Please don't," Hoseok interferes.

"- they're irrelephant," he finishes.

Your laugh goes hysterical.

Everyone else was acting a little silly, you the most out of all.

The booze was really getting at you.

But you weren't the only one, though.

At the corner of the table there's Hoseok looking like he's having an existential crisis.

You go for another refill.

And another.

"That's enough for tonight, Y/N," Jimin says,the only one sober enough to notice.

The edges of his face are warped and you keep seeing curved colorful lines every time you flicker your eyes to the side.

"Yer fashe looksh fwony," you giggle and poke his cheek, a hiccup escaping your lips.

"She's drunk," you hear someone say. You can't really tell who it is. "Get the booze out of her reach, please."

"No," you protest, clutching the bottle tight like a baby. "Mwine."

Your tongue is tied and you constantly produce unintelligible words.

"Give me the bottle, Y/N."

"Noooo."

"What's going on?"

Even though your head is floating, you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Your head snaps on the right, towards the door.

"Kookie, cwom join ush," you slur.

"She drank a little too much", says another voice.

Hoseok, probably.

Jungkook seizes you up, steps coming closer, but to you it looks like he's zig-zag-ing.

You giggle.

"Hop, bunny, hop!"

"Oh my God, she's completely out of it."

"I knew she was a light-weight-drinker but..."

"Watch where you're...."

"......careful....."

".....gonna fall...."

The voices merge with each other, a jumble of sounds and words unable for you to grasp. You wobble in your feet, the world spinning and spinning and-

A pair of hands catch you before you fall.

Strong, steady hands.

Jungkook's.

He hauls you across his shoulder, holding you by your feet.

"Lemme gwow," you say and hit his back repeatedly with your weak fists.

He ignores you and starts walking out of the room.

The motion makes your nausea even worse and when you squirm to get away, he grips your legs tighter.

Entering the room slowly, he lays you gently on the bed. His face is a hair's breadth from yours, hovering over it.

With a dazed look on your eyes, you reach for one of his curls falling into his face and twirl it in your finger.

"I liek yer hair. It's fwoffy."

He smiles that adorable smile of his.

"Get some sleep now. It's late."

"Yessir."

He takes your shoes off and pulls the covers over you. Then he joins you, and what surprises you the most, even in your drunken state, is the fact that he doesn't sleep with his head by the end of the bed, but lays it on your pillow instead.

Your eyes closed, you squirm continuously, hands blindly swinging in all directions till they brush against his arm. Not having the slightest idea what you're doing, you greet the warm surface and wrap his arms around him.

His skin is really warm, you think to yourself.

Jungkook freezes.

He extends his hand, pausing, hesitating.Then, he hugs you and strokes your back until you fall asleep.

* * *

Your head is pounding.

It feels like there's someone beating a hammer on it from the moment you crack your eyes open.

Groaning, you try to lift your hands to your face, but notice they're stuck.

You suddenly become aware of the second body next to yours, radiating warmth.

Jungkook's arms are around yours, enveloping you in a tight hug. Your head is lain on his chest, rising and falling slightly with his every breath.

Then, it all comes flooding back to you.

The wine, the jokes, you throwing a fit, Jungkook carrying you on his shoulder...

You remembered every single detail and you didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

There weren't enough fingers for you to count the times you had embarrassed yourself in the span of just two days.

You felt like dying.

You lift your head and take a glimpse at his face.

His eyes are closed and he's breathing softly through his nose.

You try to move your arms in an attempt to detach yourself from him, but he only hugs you tighter, refusing to let go.

You're stuck.

After a second try, he just nuzzles his nose on your neck.

Heavens above.

Goosebumps flare all over your body.

"J-Jungkook?"

He cracks one eye open.

"Watch the formalities. Or are you still drunk?"

You shake him off.

"I'm not the only one who drank last night."

"Yeah, but some of us thought that drinking six glasses of wine was not a big of a deal," he says, looking at you pointedly.

You stick your tongue at him, and try to get off the bed, but he grabs your ankle.

"Let go!" you screech.

He starts pulling you towards him, and you claw at the sheets, trying to find somewhere to hold on to. When you come close enough, you put him in a headlock.

He flails his arms wildly, trying to grab hold of you.

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing an enraged upside down Yoongi.

He stomps inside of the room, pulling you both apart.

"I thought I told you not to fight!"

"You call that a fight?" Jungkook teases.

"Yeah you're right," you say. "I would've beaten your ass if it wasn't for Yoongi-hyung."

"May I remind you that I own a black belt in Taekwondo?"

"Well, you can take that belt and stick it up your-"

Yoongi puts a hand over your mouth.

"Enough playing around. We're going fishing."

He starts walking out the room, and you take advantage, aiming a fist at Jungkook.

"And no fighting," he says, not turning around.

You pause your clenched fist mid-air and then lower it.

Two seconds later, both you and Kook explode into laughter.

* * *

After pulling yourself together - that is, taking a shower, brushing your teeth and dressing up - you exit the apartment along with the other members.

You had been given three rented cars to drive all the way to the beach.

The staff had teamed you up with Namjoon and Jin.

"Hyung, please let me drive."

"Absolutely not. You drank too much last night."

"But that was last night. I'm completely sober now and I even took a hangover pill."

"The only ones sober enough are me and Jin," says Namjoon.

You throw a glance at Jin, dancing awkwardly.

"Wow, I am in such good hands."

He doesn't back off for a second.

"Oh come on, hyung, please. I will never drink again without your permission, I promise."

He raises one eyebrow.

"I'll find you some crabs on the beach," you offer.

"Done."

He hands you the keys and moves his chin to the car waiting.

"Drive carefully."

You jump into his arms, smiling bright.

"Hyung is soooo cooool."

Namjoon rides shotgun, while Jin accommodates himself on the back seat. You start the car carefully and the navigator starts giving instructions.

"We were supposed to turn left not right," says Jin, looking at the map in his hands.

"Turn right after 50 metres," the navigator continues.

"No, we have to turn left-"

"Turn right after 20 me-"

"Shut up, woman," he yells.

Both you and Namjoon crack up.

Then, on the front mirror you see another car trailing behind you.

Jungkook is driving, Yoongi and Hoseok along with him.He gives you an obnoxious smirk and speeds up, trying to overtake you.

When the cars stand side by side, he salutes you and passes right in front of you.

Two can play that game.

You press your foot on the gas pedal, chasing after him.

Another car appears, Jimin driving alongside Taehyung.

This is gonna be a long trip.

* * *

After a heated competition of overtaking each other, you finally arrive at the beach. The vibrant blue color stretches in front of you, kissed by the rocky shore.

You climb down the granite stairs, camping bag on your back filled with all sorts of equipment.

You had decided to set a tent here for the night and you were bursting with excitement.

Not a moment after, Jin and Yoongi take out their fishing rods, prepared to make the catch of the day.

The others, however, were another case.

Taehyung and Jimin had already plunged into the water, splashing around like little kids.

You were tempted to join them, but first you needed to find some crabs for Namjoon.

You climb on the harsh rocks, trying to detect any moving pincers. After successfully collecting a number of them, you hand them over to him, and the excitement is visible on his face.

"Get me some more," he says.

You sigh through your nose and go back to the rocks.

You bend over, searching for the sea creatures and you are instantly pushed from behind you. You plunge into the water, arms flailing wildly.

There's a roaring in your ears and some water has gone into your nose. You submerge into the surface and look at Jungkook who is doubling over with laughter.

The little bastard.

"Hyung,I'll kill-"

He doesn't hesitate and jumps right after you, leaving a wave on his wake.

He pokes his head on the surface and swims closer to you.

There's something different about him lately, you notice. Ever since last night, he's been acting more goofy and comfortable around you. At the first chance he gets, he'll find a way to joke around or tease you.

You weren't complaining but you wondered what exactly had changed for him to behave this way.

You dunk his head under the water and are soon joined by Jimin and Taehyung.

Two hours go by with just the sounds of your laughter reverberating through the air.

Anyone could say, without a doubt that the four of you lived up to the maknae title.

~

The dusk falling into the horizon didn't make it easier for you. The exhaustion of your energetic day had started to creep up on you and the darkness slowly swallowing the sun was putting you to sleep.

Your eyes were halfway closed, your cheek leaned on your palm.

You hear a scraping against the floor and Taehyung appears beside you, sitting on a chair.

"Did your batteries run out so fast?"

"I spent them playing around with you all day."

He offers you a roasted marshmallow on a stick.

Your eyes fly open, grabbing it with unnatural speed.

"Easy, tiger. I didn't know you were so hungry."

"I haven't eaten anything all day."

"Oh yeah? What about the fish we had earlier?"

You stop chewing.

"That doesn't count. I need my daily dose of carbohydrates."

Taehyung shakes his head and then turns to look behind him, where the others are, huddled around a bonfire.

"What's with you and Jungkook today? You've been eating each other's heads since morning."

"I think me being drunk has made him think I can be reckless enough to play around with him."

"He's not wrong, though," Tae says.

You turn and narrow your eyes at him.

"Are you jealous, hyung?"

"Hell yeah, I'm jealous! I am your best friend."

You chuckle.

"Jungkook-hyung, can you please tell Tae- hyung that he's my best friend, not you?" you shout.

"Why would I be your best friend? I wanna throw you off a cliff!" he shouts back.

"See, Tae?"

The corners of his lips upturn and you squish his cheeks.

"Coochie coochie coo.."

"Agh! Get off of me!"

After squeezing the life out of him, you head for your tent.

"Good night," you say to the others.

"But it's early," Hoseok says.

"I'm tired. Have fun."

You crash into your bedroll, then a while later, Jin joins you.

Sleep envelopes you immediately.

* * *

A hand clamps shut on your mouth.

You let out a muffled squeak, eyes wide open in terror.

But it's just Jungkook.

He puts a finger on his lips gesturing for you not to make a sound, and then he retracts his hand.

"What the hell, hyung?" you whisper in a shout.

"Come with me. I wanna show you something."

You glance at Jin, still sound asleep.

"Come on," Jungkook pressures.

He unzips the tent and sticks a leg out, offering you a hand. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and follow him outside.

It's complete darkness except for a sprinkle of stars in the sky.

Jungkook crouches and pulls you along with him, hiding tent after tent.

"Why are we acting like criminals?" you whisper.

"The bodyguards are right over there," he points at a lamp a few feet from where you are. " I don't want them on our tails. Plus, it's more fun like this."

You tip-toe your way out of earshot and breathe in relief.

You're standing on a clearing right where the forest begins, the sound of cicadas buzzing into your ears. A whole tapestry of star-lit greenery stretches before you.

Then, Jungkook points ahead.

"Look," he says, and you follow his finger.

The grass lights up like Christmas lights.Dozens and dozens of fireflies appear, sparkling their yellow light everywhere around you.

You gape at the view in awe.

Jungkook takes a few steps ahead and turns around, facing you.

"Well, do you like it?"

"I love it," you gasp.

He smiles like a bunny and starts coming towards you.

You offer him a smile of your own in return, wanting nothing more than to hug him tight. You open your arms wide, inviting him, but he stops dead in his tracks.

The smile on his face turns into a scowl.

Did you do something wrong?

Was he perplexed at your sudden display of affection?

Hurt flashes in your eyes and you lower your hands but then you realize he's not looking at you but rather something behind you.

You are about to turn your head, when something cold touches the nape of your neck.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #kookie #jk #jungkookie #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #ot7

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full moon | part four

full moon part 4

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 (not out yet)

pairing: richie x reader

age of the main characters: 17-18

word count: 3,134 (wow!)

warnings: smoking, cursing, sexual harassment, irresponsible driving

tense: 1st person

abbreviations: y/n : your name

prompts: 97: “ Don’t touch me. ”

music recommendations: goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared, sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning, midnight in the garden by atli örvarsson

a/n: so many words wow hope you enjoy this long ass chapter! (i could’ve split it into at least two parts but it’s all for you 💜)

(goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared LOOP ON)

I got through the already broken fence and stepped into the woods with ease. I could see the bloody balloon very well, surrounded by the fields of various trees and bushes, it was almost screaming to get my attention. I heard a subtle crack behind me, but couldn’t dare to get my focus off the flying object. Right away I noticed a big tree that no longer had the feeling of an unkept jungle. Inside the tree was a huge hole, pitch black inside, where probably five grown men could fit. The balloon suddenly stopped and levitated in place. Before I could proceed to overthink anything, a white gloved hand appeared from the tree hole. I watched as it clutched on the dirt, crawling out. When a red pompommed wrist showed, my nerves went loose and made me scream for my life.

I closed my mouth when the light caressing my closed eyes disappeared, and darkness surrounded me. I opened my eyes and just then felt the overwhelmingly intense cologne irritating my nostrils. Sound not hitting me yet, I tilted my head back and looked around. No longer was there a big tree nor the tree hole. Not even the bloody red balloon, but a bushy and disgustingly moist forest again. Looking up, I saw the face of Lucifer himself, Richard Tozier, gazing down at me, saying something in my direction. My hands were on his chest, while his on my shoulders, shaking me subtly. Just then, when all senses hit me, I heard his voice.

“(y/n), (y/n), jesus, do you hear me?” His tone was annoyed but also a bit worried, I guessed. I opened my mouth, trying to spit something out as well as going through everything that had happened. His hands were still clutched on my thin sleeves.

“I, uh, the tree, balloon...” I muttered. Richard’s brows furrowed, as he penetrated my eyes with his gaze, seeking an explanation. “Wait, you followed me here?”

He scoffed. “I found you screaming in the woods, talking about balloons, and you’re asking me about following you?” He’s avoiding the question. His hands finally left my shoulders and I took mine off his chest as well, missing the feel of a leather jacket on my fingertips left behind. I stumbled back and reflected on what had happened again.

“Let’s go back.” He pushed me in the right direction extremely cautiously and began to walk behind me, leading and watching my step.

A minute has passed, and I couldn’t gather my thoughts. The fact that Richard Tozier followed me to the woods hasn’t hit me yet, as the bushy forest disappeared and I was once again at the school backyard.

“Try not to die when I’m gone, okay?” And with that, Richard has passed me from behind, hands in his pockets, with no intention of going back to biology class. His head down and back arched, somehow with grace, he disappeared, once again, leaving me trembling.

(goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared OFF)

***

“Anyway, we’re going to the shopping center in Augusta, you should come with us, (y/n).” Jane awakes my consciousness once again.

“Huh? Sorry, what for?” Her stare deepens as she raises her eyebrows at me.

“To try on prom gowns.” Jane repeats slowly, visibly not concealing her annoyance with me. “(y/n), you didn’t forget, did you? Prom is in three weeks.” She scoffed. I did forget.

“No, of course not.” I tried laughing it off, but my acting skills weren’t top notch. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go with you. I have something to get in Augusta anyway.”

“Great, so it’s settled.” Emma speaks up. “Wednesday after school, we’ll go by a bus.”

***

It’ll be good to take my thoughts off Richard for a while. Or so I thought, but didn’t realize how far away it would be from Derry. By the time we got there, I was already exhausted. Augusta, being the capital of Maine, population 18,594 as of 2017, has still been nothing compared to Phoenix. I glanced at the flashy, yellow sticky note once again, memorizing the address written down on it. Jane and Emma found themselves trying on the fifth dress since they got in the mall.

“Does it make my boobs look bigger? I think it does.” Jane fixed the corset. “(y/n), what do you think?”

I looked up from the note and murmured. “It’s nice.”

“That’s what you said about the other three.” She sighed.

“It looks very good on you.” Emma helped me out, clearly satisfying Jane with that. I glanced at the hung up clock and cautiously stood up from my spot by the window.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go grab something from the library real quick. I’ll see you at the restaurant.” Jane let out a silent “oh, okay” and I left.

Leaving the mall, it was no surprise to notice raindrops falling down onto the uneven pavement. Asking around, I got to the destination on my sticky note. The library was extremely cozy. All woody and traditional. It reminded me of my favorite Hollister store in Phoenix.

“Are you looking for something?” An old lady sitting behind the desk uttered in a raspy voice.

“Yes, um, I’m looking for ‘The History of Derry’. Is there a chance I could get it?” I smiled lightly and found myself caressing my unpainted fingernails.

“Just a minute.” She stood up and walked to the nearest wooden shelf. After fixing her glasses and running her finger through the book spines, she grabbed one by it’s headband and handed it over to me. The book was a square covered in brown leather, with black painted words on top. I payed for it and left.

(sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning ON)

“Have a good night.” I exclaimed as I walked out, and concluded with surprise that it was already dark outside. The air was humid and the street lights were dimmed. I hid the book inside my messenger bag, and trying to recall the directions to the mall, I entered the dark maze of grey buildings and narrow alleys. The claustrophobic street opened as I found myself in a dimmed and moist crossroad between abandoned buildings, looking scarier than I recalled. A band of men standing next to their rusting cars, noticed an intruder, being me.

“Hey, where ya goin’, sweet cheeks?” One of them exclaimed as I fastened my pace. They laughed and walked towards me. A four pack of beer flew from behind me, landing in the men’s in front of me hands. I acknowledged that I’m being circled.

“What are you up to so late at night, huh?” He caressed my chin as I turned my head in the other direction, almost tripping over. My brain was frozen in place like a wheel that could no longer turn. I was paralyzed by my own fear. I knew exactly what was about to happen but I could do nothing to stop it. Soon, I would be nothing more than a news story of a young, innocent girl found dead on the streets of Augusta. There was no one here to save me.

“Don’t touch me.” I muttered through clenched teeth. They continued to laugh and circle me tighter, from time to time whispering something to me. Trying to get a glimpse of my predators, I felt dizziness hitting me. They were close enough now that I could see the sick, twisted grins of the two men in front of me. I spun on my heel, only to see that the others had expressions that matched. They would enjoy this. I could see it on their faces.

"I want her first this time Jared," the man closest to me said to one of his companions.

"No fair! You got the last one first!" he replied, outraged.

"Boys, since you can't seem to stop fighting, I'm going to get her all to myself." The oldest looking one said. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Aw, come on!" the other man said. He came over to me and wrapped around the middle of my body. That one griped me so tightly he was going to leave bruises, not that it would really matter in the long run. "Such a pretty thing," he continued, stroking my face with his fingertips.

"Mmm..." his breathing began to speed up. Quick gusts of hot air were being blown onto my exposed skin. "Now where shall we begin?"

As I was about to shout for help, a violent tyre squeal made everyone jump away from the sound. As the men rushed back, I turned face to face with the familiar, matte black Toyota MR2. As I stared into the blinding lights of the car, the driver doors opened rapidly and a black figure walked out. In the dimmed light, his skin looked paler than ever, his eyes darker than in the sunlight.

“Get in the car.” He spit out as he pushed me towards the vehicle. I followed his command numb headed. Inside the car, I felt a gust of cologne hitting my nostrils. The upholstery was nice in touch and warm. I thrilled to the sensation as I observed a peculiar scene. Richard appeared to be having a staring contest with my predators. As they backed out, he slowly spun on his heel and got inside the car. Trembling, he did an irresponsible maneuver, almost hitting the men, then spun the car around and drove off violently. Holding onto the cup holder as much as I could, I heard a small ‘what the fuck’ coming out of his mouth. I glanced at his tense face.

“You followed me. Again.” I spoke numbly. Richard inhaled sharply.

“I was driving by.” I gaped unimpressed and observed his maneuver.

“You should put your seatbelt on.” He laughed at my nervousness, revealing his teeth.

“You put your seatbelt on.” He scoffed, fixing his grip on the steering wheel. I pushed my back against the passenger seat and stared at the road with no expression, as Richard drove dangerously, earning honks from the cars he has passed.

(sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning OFF)

***

“Where in the world have you been?” Jane exclaimed as I got out of the black matte car in front of the restaurant we were supposed to meet at. “We’ve waited for you over 3 hours! What the hell, (y/n)?” As I was about to apologize to Jane and Emma, a voice interrupted me.

“Sorry, it’s my fault.” Richard came out of his matte black car and smiled lightly at the girls, pushing his hair back, and making them gape uncontrollably. “We ran into each other and started talking. I lost the track of time.” He sure knew how to charm anyone. Jane tucked her hair behind her ear and exchanged the smile. “I thought (y/n) would be hungry, so I offered her a meal before a ride home, since it’s already dark outside.”

Jane and Emma looked at each other knowingly and grinned widely.

“No, I mean, of course. We were already leaving anyway, right, Jane?” Emma spit out, to which Jane nodded energetically.

“Yeah, so have a safe ride home, (y/n). See you at school.” She gave me a smile and passed me, giggling with Emma. I glanced at Richard, he seemed to be staring at me this whole time.

“A meal? Really?”

“What? If you’d rather stay with your best guy friends back there, you should’ve said so.” He spit out. “They sure seemed nice to me.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I followed him inside the restaurant. We sat down by the empty table with two seats. He handed me the menu. I glanced briefly at it, feeling his gaze on me.

“You know, I’m not that hungry.”

“Still, you should eat.” He didn’t move his stare off me.

“Why would you care?” I put the menu down. He thrilled to the sentence for a while. Before he could answer, a waitress with a punk hairstyle and heavy makeup approached our table.

“Hi there, how could I help you?” She says, swaying her hips and checking out Richard, as if I didn’t exist. He took a look at the menu for the first time and turned to the waitress.

“Cheese ravioli for this lady.” I looked away as he used his most seductive voice. She wrote something down.

“And something for you?”

“A glass of water would be great.” He smiled stunningly, making her blush.

“It’s on me.” The waitress winked at him and left, swaying her hips once again. He concentrated on me at last.

“What if I was lactose intolerant?” Richard laughed at my seriousness.

“Then I’d be in trouble.” He flashed his pearly white teeth at me and I looked away once more. I bit my lip awkwardly. I had so many questions buzzing in my head, none of them escaping my mouth. The feeling of confusion made me scream for a rest. I shouldn’t be afraid of him, definitely shouldn’t show him that. Who is he to me? No one, right. He’s no one.

“Why did you follow me?” A question rolled out of my mouth. His face was expressionless, making it even harder for me to read him.

“I already told you. I was driving by.” Does he take me for a dumbass? His eyes showed no emotions, yet lips formed into a thin line.

“Yeah, sure. Just like that time in the woods, right? You were just...” I crossed my arms. “Passing by.” Whatever he was doing, was not working on me. All of his lies and explanations. Richard smirked, looking down at his hands.

“I guess you could say so.” I scoffed in disbelieve. At this moment, the waitress trespassed our bubble of awkwardness and placed a glass of water in front of him. I gave her a death stare as she left. “You know...” He brought my attention back to him. “You’re so stubborn, why can’t you just thank me and forget all of this ever happened?”

“Listen.” I raised my voice, stern as ever. “I don’t know what it is that you’re doing, but I want you to tell me about Neibolt.” Richard stiffened. “I saw the way you reacted at the party when I said it’s name. I know you can tell me what it is.” His stare was no longer relaxed, brows furrowed and lips still formed into a thin line. “Please.”

He looked away for the first time. ��I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I scoffed at his response.

“You’re kidding me, right? Of course you know what I’m talking about.” I exclaimed, but quickly hushed myself. “I want to know. I want to know what the Neibolt house is and why I’m having these god awful nightmares. I know it sounds crazy... but there’s something that pulls me towards it.” He sighed, as his gaze softened.

(midnight in the garden by atli örvarsson LOOP ON)

“See? Why are you like this?” My eyes widened, brows furrowed. “I tried avoiding you, keeping my cool, but you pulled me inside your world and now, it’s too late.” His tone was soft and vulnerable. Richard looked around as if someone was overhearing. “I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day, I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces, but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers...” The waitress cut him off, as she placed a plate before me. She smiled once again at Richard, but he didn’t exchange it, still tense. He sighed as she left.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to stay away from you?” I huffed, clenching my fists.

“I meant it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to.”

I tried gathering my thoughts. Frustrated at not being able to answer him, I looked down at my plate and began to eat the already cold pasta. Did he just open up to me? I couldn’t believe he was the same Richard from school, cold and calm. I heard a chair squeak against the wooden floor as Richard stood up from his seat, hands in pockets.

“I need to go for a smoke.” He murmured and left. I noticed he left money to pay.

After a few minutes I couldn’t stand the tension and left a half full plate. As I walked out, I saw him leaned against his car, a cigarette in his mouth. He threw it out and crushed with his heel. We got in the car and he started the engine. His quietness was intimidating.

“Richard..” I broke the silence. “Please, I need you to tell me about Neibolt.” He fixed his grip on the steering wheel. I noticed he does that when he’s nervous. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

“Back there, in the woods, did you see a clown?” I wasn’t ready for such a question.

“I, uh, I guess. Yes? I think I did. I don’t remember much. I just know I saw a balloon, and when I followed it, it lead me to an old tree with a tree hole in it... Then something started coming out of it.” Richard fixed his grip again.

“Are you doing something tomorrow after school?” His voice was serious.

“No, I don’t think so.” Richard nodded to himself.

“Alright, I’ll show you something tomorrow.” As he said that, the car stopped. He got out the car and walked over to the passenger door, opening them. He leaned over to take my seatbelt off.

“I can do it myself.” I murmured coldly. I pressed my back against the seat, watching as he freezes before me. His side profile was right before my eyes, and I could smell his perfume very well. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath. Richard backed out, almost embarrassed, and I got out of the car. We were outside my house. He closed the car doors behind me and once again glared at me. I exchanged the look, admiring his beauty. He truly is charming.

“Thanks.” I spit out looking down. I threw him an awkward half smile and proceeded to head home. I turned around at the doorstep and saw him leaning against his car, watching me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I spoke up once again, seeing his dark as night eyes and a hand raised goodbye last time, before closing front doors behind me.

(midnight in the garden by atli örvarsson OFF)

#it #richie tozier #beverly marsh #stanley uris #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #pennywise #it 2017 #richie x reader #richie x eddie #reddie #benverly #billverly #bill x beverly #stanbrough #bill x stan #bill x reader #richie tozier x reader #it x reader #stranger things #eleven #mike wheeler #mileven #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown #beep beep richie #it x you

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Three’s A Crowd - Doug Kinney/#2/#3 (Multiplicity) x Reader

Synopsis: You never thought you’d have a threesome with twin brothers. Of course, you don’t know they’re really clones. 

Notes: Watch Multiplicity! Michael is hilarious in it!! Also #2 is daddy af. Sooo daddy. Also, there will be no sex with #4 in this. Lol. 

The clock ticks on the wall behind you. Five minutes til your shift is over, and you’re counting down the seconds. You wipe down the counter, straightening up some packs of gum, and start to lock up the till.

It gets lonely around here sometimes as night. You sometimes fantasize about someone coming in, hitting on you, doing anything to take your mind off the monotony of the job. You laugh to yourself. Wishing for that was probably a bad thing.

The bell on the door rings, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Two minutes before closing? People honestly are the worst.

But as you glance up from the till and get a good look at the customer, you hesitate. He’s an attractive guy, probably in his thirties or forties, with jeans and a red shirt on. Not bad looking... someone you probably wouldn't refuse a night with.

Shut up, (y/n). He's buying shit and leaving.

“Hi,” he mutters, plunking a couple twinkies and a day old breakfast roll down on the counter and squinting, “Fetch me a pack of smokes, will you honey?”

You nod, turning to grab them, and the guy watches you, eyes falling down to your ass. He moves his fingers up to graze his chin, contemplating.

“Hey...”

You turn again, waiting to see if he wanted anything else.

“...I’m, uh. Lance."

"I'm (y/n)." You ring his stuff up. "You look tired."

"I am. Been working hard all day, y'know?"

You laugh. "I know the feeling."

"Feel like I got no me time, which is fucking ironic, but... anyway." You look down to his muscular arms, which are shiny and a little bit dirty. Trying not to look too thirsty, you nod.

"What do you do?"

"Contracting." He answers the question distracted, eyes mapping you out. You can't say you mind. "(y/n). Nice name. You got anything going for you tonight, (y/n)?” You shake your head, and he sticks his hands in his pockets. “When’re you off, babe?”

“I’d already be off, if you hadn’t walked in,” you smirk, leaning forward against the counter. You slide him his pack of cigarettes, and your fingers brush as he exchanges them for cash.

“What’dya say I make that up to you?” he asks, giving you a devilish half smile. You don’t know what it is—this guy just exudes sex appeal. “I can show you a real good time.”

“I’m sure you can,” you play along, punching the cost into the till and getting his change, “So is this your nightly routine? Picking up chicks at local convenience stores as a last ditch effort to get laid on a Saturday night?”

His eyes drop to your lips, and he leans forward too. “Nah. You’re just beautiful.” He cocks his head a little. “And, I haven’t gotten laid in a month. I’m fuckin’ dying for some pussy. But I’d do a handstand to have yours, honey.”

You bite your bottom lip, and before he can even think about kissing you, you stand back, locking the till and grabbing your jacket. You hop the counter, and walk out on his arm.

You two drive back to his place in his car, and approach the house.

“Ah,” he points, “Over here. I live in the garage, this is my... brother’s place.”

You saunter closer to him. “Is he out?”

“Yeah. He’s out. So is his wife. So we can make all the noise we want.”

“Great,” you moan, and drag him in for a kiss. He growls against your lips, and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing and massaging it. You two kiss all the way up the stairs, and he lets you both in.

“Let’s get some music going, huh?” he grins, and you take your jacket off. He turns on the stereo to some raunchy party music, and returns to you.

You fall down over top of him on the bed by the window, making out heavily as you rub a hand between his legs, feeling his cock fill out. He brings a hand down to reach into your panties, and when his fingers make contact with your pussy, he groans. You can tell it's been a while for him, which is probably not what he's used to. You gasp against his lips, and kiss him again, and again, as he slides one finger deep—

“Two, I didn’t hear you come back, silly! What’d you get us over at—”

You yelp as the man below you rolls his eyes and looks over your shoulder. You turn, and cover up.

“Lance! Who’s this?!” you squeak. The other man looks exactly like the one beneath you, only... his posture is different.  

“This is my brother... Rico,” Lance waves off, “Rico, I'm about to get my dick wet. Fuck off.”

“Don’t make me come over there, Two.”

“Why does he keep calling you Two?”

“Nickname.”

“Who is this?” the man (Rico?) demands, crossing his arms, “You know what Doug said.”

“Doug said not to sleep with his wife, so I’ve discovered alternatives,” Lance supplies, “What? Jerking it isn't as fun after a month, man’s got urges. Specially when he sees a pair of tits like these, Christ...” He goes in and starts to nibble playfully on them, but when you look at him in alarm and confusion, he puts a hand up. “Long story baby. Doug’s another brother. Sorta.”

“I’ve got one foot out that door,” you warn, “What’s going on, and what the hell is this brother doing here?”

“Yeah. What the hell are you doing here?” Lance asks. The other one swallows, staring at you. You tilt your head. He’s a little different from Lance mannerism wise, but he’s just as attractive... maybe you could...

“Scram Three,” Lance shoos him away, “I mean, Rico.”

“Okay,” Rico mutters, still standing there and staring at you in a daze. You bite your lip, and turn back to Lance.

“He doesn’t... have to leave.”

“You want him to watch, honey?” Lance raises his eyebrows, hands rubbing your hips. You look down coyly, and his eyebrows raise even higher. “You want him to join in?!”

You nod, and you hear a noise behind you—no doubt from Rico.

“Oh, well I'm flattered, but, but I can't. I have a... something to attend to... in the kitchen, I really--” Rico starts to say, but Lance starts to smirk.

“Get your ass back here. You heard the lady. She wants us both.” He turns back to you, eyes raking over your hungrily. “After all, sweetheart. Two’s better ‘n one.”

You feel cautious hands on your shoulders from behind as the twin brother takes his place. You lean back into his chest, and get to work on Lance’s belt buckle as he leans back and grins.

“Oh yeah. Take it out honey, see what you do to me.”

“Have you ever done this with two people before?” Rico asks softly from behind, kissing your neck. You moan, brushing your hair aside for him.

“First time for that.”

“No kidding,” Lance says, “Well, same for us.”

“Yeah. This whole... double thing is a bit new for us too. Who's gonna do what?" Rico asks.

"I wanna ride Lance," you smirk, "Will you give my tits some attention, Rico?"

"Ohohoho, did I pick up the right chick tonight," Lance grins. You straddle him, lifting up, and sink down over his big cock, letting it stretch you. Behind you, Rico's hands close over your breasts, and he slowly begins massaging them together. He's surprisingly good at it, and you feel his lips once again attach to the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. You let out a moan, and Lance gets handsy. He sits up, and wraps his arms around you, kissing you hard as he fucks you like this. Rico doesn't mind the change in position, continuing his massage and grinding against your lower back. You can feel how hard he is. Lance's noises are lower in pitch, grunting and growling as he fucks you good and chases his relief. Rico has higher moans, but he's much calmer, taking his time with it. Lance lets out a little grunt.

"Hell baby, this is great. This is fantastic, jesus."

"Harder, daddy," you breathe.

"You want daddy to give it to ya harder?" Lance mumbles, voice low and gravelly. Your pussy clenches around him, and Rico leans forward, resting his chin on your naked shoulder.

"Where'd you say you found this girl, Two?"

"Convenience store."

"Very lucky."

"I'll fuckin say," Lance groans, "Damn babe, you're riding me like a goddamn rodeo!" He bites his lip, and you rock down onto his cock as Rico rolls your nipples, whining a little.

"I'm close," Rico stutters, "I need to c-come..."

"Join the club, pal," Lance gasps out, and you giggle, on top of the world between two hot twins.

Just then, the door bangs open, startling you all.

"What is all this racket I'm coming home to?!"

You all turn, and Lance looks over your shoulder. "Oh, 's you. Our music too loud, grandpa?"

The visitor's eyes come to rest on the sitting pile that is the threesome taking place on the bed, and his eyes widen, before he turns around and smashes his head on the door.

"Get a clone, he said. It'll be fun, he said! Oh yeah. Watch my clones fuck anything that moves-- no offense, sweetheart."

"She's actually a very nice young woman, Doug," Rico points out, blushing hard. Lance remains indifferent to the man, rolling his eyes.

"So this is the famous Doug," you smirk, and run a hand through your hair with a laboured breath. "Care to make it four?"

"Wow," Lance mutters.  

Doug blanches. "Do... do I... what-- is this-- I have a... I have a wife!"

"Yeah, he has a wife," Rico confirms softly.

Doug's voice keeps climbing in pitch as he gets more and more desperate.

"She's... she's in my bed sleeping! I have to-- she's--"

"It's not cheating if you just watch," you blink innocently, staring pointedly down at Doug's prominent bulge. He covers his erection fast.

"Hey. Stop that. Both of you, she's gotta go..." He begins to trail off.

You turn to kiss Rico over your shoulder, and he happily obliges, lips fitting over yours and sliding his tongue over your bottom lip. As he kisses you, your arms go back to run through his hair, still wiggling your hips. You then go back to making out with Lance, grinding down on his cock as the kissing gets sloppy.

"Fuck," you whisper, and Lance puts his forehead to yours.

"What is it? Talk to me babygirl, gimme something to work with."

"Need you to choke me daddy."

"We've never done that before," Rico mentions in your ear, kissing your jaw line, "Maaaybe I should, I'm typically trusted with the duties that require more responsibility."

"Hey, get your own neck to squeeze, asshole," Lance scowls at him, and kisses your cheek. "Tell me stop, I stop. No questions asked. Kay babygirl?"

"Yeah," you moan. He wraps his hands around your throat, and Rico gets even harder listening to your moans. He looks down as himself, and takes a deep breath; meanwhile, Lance fucks you faster.

"You are insatiable, babygirl," the man beneath you groans, rocking his hips up.

You drag your hands through Lance's chest hair, then reach behind you, and take Rico's cock in your hand, pumping him as he archs up and chases his climax. Lance is doing a good job beneath you, and you feel your orgasm build.

"Holy shit," you hear, and turn to see Doug standing there still, palming himself. You smirk, putting on a show for him by turning up the volume. Doug bites his bottom lip hard, and can't help but reach into his pants and provide himself a little relief.

"Mmm, yeah Doug," you say, watching his jerking motions, "Faster." He jerks himself faster, as Lance also picks up the pace. Rico tugs your hair from behind.

"Can't believe this," Doug whispers, dragging his thumb over the head of his cock. You just look so good there, getting fucked by... well, him, your hair tossed back, your ass getting slapped every now and then by Two. Maybe it's the fact that it's like watching porn starring him, or the fact that you're so fucking hot and it's been too long, but he can't deny himself. He rocks forward on his toes as you let out a slutty moan.

"Lance... R-Rico," you whine, feeling utterly taken care of in their arms. Lance looks absolutely gone, biting his bottom lip hard as sweat covers his body in a thin sheen. Rico's not much different, lips parted and muscles flexing as he keeps tugging your hair.

"So pretty for daddy," Rico whispers in your ear with a little stroke.

"Damn right," Lance huffs out.

You come hard over on the bed, feeling four hands all over your body, making you feel good. With a quiet gasp, Doug finishes, watching you three in awe. You lean back in between the guys, and sigh.

"Never thought I'd get to try this."

"You can say that again," Doug mutters, and his two clones grin at him, Three giving a thumbs up and Two putting his hands behind his head in smug satisfaction.

Rico suddenly looks at you, and purses his lips. "Go like this." He makes a hair flipping motion. Not satisfied with the result, he reaches forward and moves a piece of hair back into place. Lance and Doug roll their eyes.

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