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peter and reader are the closest best friends can be, even having the biggest crush on each other they keep pretending they don’t.

one day, they fall asleep together at peters bed after a movie night, and reader ends up having a wet dream with him.

peters wakes up spooning asleep reader while she’s quietly moaning and rubbing herself against him…….. BE CREATIVE I LOVE ALL YOUR CONTENT 💞💘💕💖💓💕💗💖💘

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A:N- Sorry this took so long to get out, i wasn’t liking how dragged out it was so i had to edit a lot of this!! I hope you like it though🩷🤍🩷

Wet Dream 🔥

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT

Summary: Reader has quite the raunchy dream about Peter one night. Spoiler alert; he’s right there to see it 👀

Warnings: switch!Peter, slow burn, kissing, grinding, humping, oral sex(fem receiving), unprotected P in V, fingering, hand job, porn with plot, Peter comes like 3 times before p in v even happens.. THE WHOLE PACKAGE PEOPLE!!!

Word Count: 6914 (had to shorten it sos!!)

Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

After a long week at the mansion, softened by your regular visits to the record store with Peter, you were finally free for a long weekend with your best friend and you had decided to celebrate with a movie marathon in your dorm room.

A glance at your phone read 11:06 PM.

Your roommate, Jean, was bunking with Scott tonight; and you had grasped the opportunity for a several hour long marathon- complete with bowls of sugary snacks and two-litre bottles of soda.

“You ready?” you asked Peter as he stumbled into your living room with a variety of cake snacks in his grasp.

“Hol’ on-” he grumbled, brows furrowing in concentration as he dumped the plethora of cake snacks onto the coffee table in front of you.

Fwip.

Your eyes trained on your best friend, who was now in your kitchen jabbing numbers into your microwave.

You watch, amused, as Peter impatiently taps his foot against the tiles, closely observing the popcorn in the microwave rotate. With every pop of a kernel came Peter’s childish explosion mimic in response. Sighing, you lean back into your seat.

You were sitting on an old, yellow 70's style vintage leather couch. Its material was ripped in various places, allowing bits of white fluff to peak through the tears. These fissures in the leather scraped across your bare legs, leaving little red marks each time you moved.

Peter was the one to ‘buy’ the couch for you when you first moved into the mansion, arguing to your horrified self that the piece of furniture had ‘character and personality’ to it.

The couch was tatty and torn apart, but you couldn’t find yourself able to get rid of it, despite Charles’ frequent offers to replace it free of charge.

It was by no means comfortable, but you found that you were able to sit back and relax soon enough.

As you heard the finishing beep of the microwave and Peter’s elated exclamation of delight, you got up to rifle through a box of DvD’s, searching for the first movie of the night.

Peter, busy with squirting a sickly amount of caramel sauce on his popcorn, gave you a bit of time to get ahead and choose the movie before he could pipe in with something like E.T. You swore you could recite that film backwards from the sheer amount of times Peter forced you to watch it.

Kneeling in front of the cabinet you began to sift through your collection.

The shining? You cringed at the thought. Granted, you absolutely adored the film, but watching it with Peter was something you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy. You were jumpy enough without Peter’s sudden ‘BOO!’ yelled down your ear just before a scare.

Pretending to be scared and cuddling into your best friend was pretty nice though; that boy had enough body heat to put Lucifer to shame.

You grab a pile, rifling through them in quick succession. Ghostbusters? You had watched that last week. Grease? No one wants to see Peter’s Danny Zuko impression. E.T? Think again, motherfucker.

By the time Peter had proudly walked in with his creation, you had narrowed it down to 2 films. You turned to smile at him, and he flashed you a broad grin as he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth before appearing next to you.

Fwip.

The speedster peered over your shoulder at your movie picks and cocked a silver brow.

“Can’t we jus’ watch E.T?” Crunch.

You shudder. Whether it was due to the abominable mention of that ghastly excuse for a film, or the obnoxious chewing in your ear, you weren’t sure.

You gaped up at him. “Whaddaya mean? Carry on films are classics! Better than a film we’ve seen 12 times already.”

You weren't even lying.

“I dunno, it’s jus’ the same sex-crazed people recitin’ the same half-arsed scripts for 30 films straight. Don't even get me started on the laughin’ tracks, babe.”

You shoot up and point an accusing finger at his pajama-clad chest. “This film deserves way more respect than the utta bullshit you’re tryna spew!”

Peter presses his lips into a line to avoid a snicker, smirking knowingly at you and holding up a caramel coated finger to your own chest.

“One word. Emmannuelle.” Crunch.

You whine and Peter smirks at catching you out, raising his eyebrows and walking backwards onto the couch, licking his finger and closing his eyes to relish in the sugary goodness.

“That’s not fair!” Your voice raises a few octaves as you eye his adam’s apple in motion, before continuing to search through your stack, “There’s 30 films and you picked the worst rated one!”

“Princess, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Peter responds nonchalantly, hand reaching into the popcorn bowl that he had already ingested three-quarters of. “Once yer’ve seen one, yer’ve seen them all, really.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t really fight his reasoning, instead settling with a short huff. Finally, after a quick eeny-meeny-miny-mo, you picked one of the films and popped the disc into the DVD-player.

“Buuut it is yer turn to choose. And i guess yer did sit through the last one.”

You turn to him. “‘Sit through’? I liked it!”

“Yer eyes were glazed over not even 10 minutes in!” Peter chuckled, “It’s alrigh’, babe. It’s not to everyone’s taste.” Crunch.

“Well atleast i’m not the one geekin’ out the whole way through!” You scoffed, plopping yourself on the couch and knocking knees with your bestfriend “You fuckin’ clapped when RD-23 came on the screen!”

“R2-D2.” He corrected under his breath, his unoccupied large hand moving to rest on your lower thigh.

Peter loooved Star wars and it clearly showed. In this moment he was adorned in a plain black t-shirt and stormtrooper pajama pants, of which hung deliciously on his hips, showing off his V-line which had you watering at the mouth. God, he had such a slutty waist.

He ‘bought’ you a matching pair like ‘all best buds do!’ except yours were little shorts and a smaller black t-shirt.

“We could just watch Revenge of The Sith instead yunno?” You offer, eyeing the slither of skin where his shirt had ridden up.

Peter shook his head, his soft silver locks moving with it. He was still hung up on when you “fainted” at the sight of Harrison Ford. You wouldn’t shut up about how good he looked for his age.

For his age? Pfft! He’s got nothin’ on a mutant with his slow-agin’ genetics!

Clicking play on the remote, you settle back into the cushions with an eager smile as you subconsciously snuggle into your best friend’s right side, easing him into a lying position.

You grin up at him and nuzzle your nose in his cheek. He tickled your side in response, making you erupt in small giggles at the feeling.

Peter happily grabbed another handful of popcorn as he watched the film, looking for a piece drizzled with extra caramel.

“Oi, not gonna share?” You jokingly pout, tugging on his wrist to take it out of the bowl.

Peter froze as he realized he had just grabbed the last of the popcorn.

Whenever you had movie nights in either of your dorms, Peter always fought you for the last of the popcorn. You always acted upset, but he knew you always saved the last bite for him.

He hadn’t thought twice, assuming you left it for him, but what if you were actually angry?

But when he tore his eyes from the comedy and peeked over at you, you were grinning teasingly at him. Peter relaxed, and threw the popcorn into his mouth. When he bit down, he winced as his tooth nearly cracked on an unpopped kernel. Curse that goddamn microwave.

“Serves you right!” You snort, sticking your tongue out at him and laughing at the speedsters' screwed up expression.

“Go ahead, princess, laugh at my pain!” Peter groaned, rolling the kernel around in his mouth until he had positioned it just right so he could spit it out at you.

You shriek as it catapults onto your cheek and bounced off somewhere in the sofa. You grab the decorative pillow you had been hugging and hit him over the head with all the strength you could muster.

When you aimed another blow to his chest, Peter caught it, and easily tugged it out of your unsuspecting grasp. You huff and lay down on the armrest, snatching a quilt laying over the back of the couch and smothering yourself with it.

Peter dove down into the back of the couch beside you and pulled the quilt over his legs, his sock-clad feet sticking out of the material and over the other side of the furniture.

His mood changed quickly: energetic and playful, and in mere moments, calm and collected.

It was helpful, sure, as he could match your energy easily and keep a conversation going.

But it’s not that great having to take over as tour guide for new students when their prior escort falls asleep whilst showcasing the professor’s english lectures. Or perhaps that was a fault of Charles’ monotonous presentations?

“Ready?” You ask, spreading the comforter over the two of you.

“Ready,” Peter affirmed with squinting eyes, and you chuckled at his tone. You knew how he took movie marathons, claiming it to be an ‘olympic sport’.

Clicking play on the remote, you settled back again, this time into his chest as he wraps a strong arm around your waist.

It still made your heart all fluttery when he did so, and you thanked the lords above you weren’t facing him, revealing your cheeks dusted with crimson.

Peter tilted his head. “What’s this one?”

“One’a my favourites.” You answered quietly.

By 20 minutes in, all soda bottles had been drained (courtesy of Peter) and abandoned in the middle of the coffee table. You had intertwined your legs with him, and Peter’s arm was now slung over your hips.

A yawn slipped past your lips, which you thought was a miracle that it had taken this long for your first sign of weariness, and your best friend glanced over at you with a knowing smile.

“I thought yer said that yer weren’t tired.” He teased, tongue in cheek.

“I never said that,” you yawned again, “I said I wanted to do movie night.”

“We can do this another time–”

“I wanna do this.” You placed your hand on his arm along your body to stop him from talking. “I’ll stay awake.”

Peter gave you another knowing look and you stared right back at him. After a few moments, he sighed and gave in.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” He put his hand up in mock defense. After a moment more of looking at your heavy blinks, he sighed softly. “Oh, c’mere.”

As if you weren’t already impossibly close, Peter slid his left arm under your body, moving you further towards him with a grunt and practically cradling you. You rest your head against his shoulder, melting into the familiar position with ease.

Anyone who walked in on you would think you were in your honeymoon phase, but you knew better than that. What you had didn’t need a label. You didn’t even know what label you could put on yourselves. But it didn’t matter. You were best buds. And that was enough for you.

You weren't entirely sure when you had closed your eyes. The movie was like white noise in the background, unintentionally lulling you off into sleep. You heard a soft chuckle and knew Peter had finally noticed that you hadn’t kept up your end of the bargain.

“Jus’ restin’ my eyes…” you mumbled as an excuse, yet failing to open them.

“Mhm.” Peter hummed, clearly unconvinced.

You were right on the cusp of conscious and unconscious, and right as you were about to topple over, you felt his lips on the top of your head. They lingered for 5, 10, 30 seconds. Your smile didn’t fade the entire time his lips were touching your head, nor did it fade when he moved away.

‘I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me in other places.’ You thought to yourself with a sigh.

You were aware of Peter shuffling to get comfortable and pressing into your side, lingering a light boop to your nose with his finger and observing your features as you teetered off the brink of consciousness.

——————————————————————————

Soft, supple lips fluttered down the side of your neck.

You smiled and squirmed at the pleasure brought on by the teeth that slowly scraped along your collar bone and gently nipped across the front of your throat.

The hot breaths that caressed your skin with each sensual kiss and nip set your blood on fire and forced moisture to pool between your legs.

Looking up, you saw twinkling chocolate brown eyes behind sections of silvery hair staring down at you. Your eyes widened with embarrassment when you realized who was on top of you, grinding into you slowly.

Peter ran his hand through your hair and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. He ran his lips down the sides of your crimson cheeks and down the front of your neck, biting the sensitive flesh where the neck and shoulders meet. You tilted your head to the side and sighed.

The speedster ferociously claimed your lips once again. He pressed himself between your legs and teased your center with a purposeful, slow grind. You moan, wrap your arms around him and rake your fingernails up and down his back, deep and hard enough to leave proof of the sinful pleasure building inside you.

Suddenly, Peter tore his puffed lips away from you. You gazed into his eyes and watched him smile a surprisingly effective seductive smile, nothing like the attempted smolders he had sent your way before. He slid down your body and stopped by your feet. He spread your legs wide before him.

"...Peter, what...?" you began, but your words caught in your throat.

Peter arched your leg over his shoulder and began to softly place deliberate kisses up your leg. Each graze of his wet lips scorched your skin and left a trail of endless fire burning in their wake.

You laid beneath Peter's touch, flushed and writhed in torturous pleasure. Bolts of what felt like lightning shot down your spine. Heavy pants escaped your body, chest heaving, as he kissed higher and ran his tongue along the inside of your thigh until he reached the apex of your trembling limbs.

“Peter.. Ngaah- wai-!”

Without warning, Peter latched onto your swollen clit and pulled it between his lips.

You arched off the sweat slicked couch and shoved your hands deep into his ruffled, untidy hair. You cried out and yanked his hair each time you felt him wrap his powerful tongue around your clit. The pleasure he built inside you was intoxicating and frankly, dangerous. You felt as if you might burst into heavenly fire.

Peter looked up at you through heavy lidded eyes. He gently removed your leg from his shoulder and slid up your body once more. He trailed kisses up your stomach and pinched a hard nipple between his fingers. You quietly moaned, silently hoping this would never stop.

Breathing heavily and licking his lips, Peter settled himself on top of you. He kissed your bare shoulder and ran his teeth up your throat as he did prior. He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

"Princess..." he whispered. You could feel hot breath caressing your neck.

You squirmed beneath him, reveling at the feel of his hardness pressed against your center. You felt his dick twitch when it came in contact with the slick dripping from your core.

"Babe..." soft moaning graced your ears. He tugged on your earlobe with his teeth.

He reached between your thighs. You bucked against his hand as you felt him slide his long finger inside you.

"C'mon," Peter begged, pleading for your sweet noises.

He slid in a second finger. You arched your back and moaned when his fingers began teasing the spot that would send you over the edge. He used his thumb to push down on your clit, vibrating it delicately. You closed your eyes as you threw your head against the rough couch, Peter wrapping his hot mouth around your swollen breast.

“..-up” You furrowed your brows at his inaudible whispers, mumbled against your supple skin.

“Wake up..” heh?

"C’mon. Wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open, alarmed and chest heaving. Your body was flushed, covered in sweat. Hair was plastered to the back of your neck and your hands were fisted in your lap. Sitting up onto your elbows, you look around the room with wide and confused eyes.

"Nice dream, princess?" Peter asked, cheeks flushed, yet smirking knowingly.

Oh. OH.

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Sharing a room with you was normal. It was. Peter knew that. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a thing that platonic friends would partake in, especially comfying up on the couch together, but whats the harm in it?

So okay, it wasn’t normal by definition. But he wasn’t going to make it weird . Just because he had a small crush on you did not mean that he would let it be weird. You were colleagues, Xmen, and you even spent time together outside of work too! Peter would come to your room to watch old movies, and you would go to his so you could cook and listen to music with him. So he knew he could spend time with you alone, that wasn’t the problem.

It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue.

His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and peter was notoriously known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong whilst snorin’ away next to you. If you overheard something like that, he knew your friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep?

Good thing you did it before him then.

Peter was just doing his own thing, flicking through channels on the 70’s style television on low volume so as to not wake you. Dynasty, Seinfeld, Star Trek… not tonight.

He yelped quietly as Return of The Jedi appears on the screen, changing the channel in quick succession. You had yet to watch the film with him, and Peter didn’t want to ruin it for you by watching it beforehand.

He sighed, shoving the remote down the side of the sofa, nothing seeming to catch his attention.

Nothing, before you let out a low whimper and shuffle back into the heat of his chest.

“Babe?” Peter called quietly into the dark.

You were sleeping soundly, the muted reflection of light streaming in from the TV casting thin slivers of white across your face.

Peter rarely had the opportunity to watch you as you slept, normally being out like a light long before you and not waking up until hours into the afternoon, so he took a moment to indulge himself.

Your hair was an utter mess, with it falling into your forehead and sticking out from where it was smooshed against the pillow. Your lips were slightly parted and dry, and Peter shivered as he finally attuned himself to the soft whisper of your breath hitting his shoulder.

You were beautiful, and his heart clenched with adoration for you. This wasn’t at all what he had expected when he began his job with the Xmen, but he was not complaining in the slightest. Free food, permitted to use Charles’ credit card whenever he pleases, and a smokin’ hot, funny girl cuddling up to him every night; what's not to like?

On second thought, scratch the former two benefits. Peter was quickly banned from using Charles’ card, ever since he took advantage and bought enough cake snacks to put Hostess out of stock for three weeks. He had the best four hours of his life that night.

Peter sighed contentedly, and unthinkingly reached back to brush a few strands of hair from your forehead. Your hair was so soft and smooth and he wanted to run his fingers through it, but even the gentlest touch of him moving your hair from your face had stirred you.

Peter reluctantly curled up on his side with his stomach facing your own, in an attempt to bury his desire to keep touching you. You snuffled out a breath and shifted around, and Peter held his breath, hoping you would fall back to sleep. He was pleasantly surprised when you continued shuffling until your sleep-heated body came into contact, flush with his.

You exhaled deeply and nestled your face into Peter’s neck as his arm came up to drape across your hip. He smiled into his own pillow, pleased with this development, and he relaxed back into your embrace…

…And then nearly rolled out of it again when your pelvis brushed something between his hips. Holy fuck!

Peter immediately thrust his hips forward and away from your jutting, not wanting to take advantage of you in your sleep-induced state, but you grunted in dissatisfaction and thrust your hips closer to him until the burning heat through your shorts was trapped right against Peter’s length again.

As if just feeling that you were horny and dreaming about somethin’ naughty wasn’t enough, you then began to rock your hips into his. Fuckin’ hell!

“-agh-.. princess?” Peter whispered, panic-stricken, feeling his cheeks flame in a combination of embarrassment and excitement. He groaned as his dick twitched in interest in an attempt to reach your alluring heat.

You let out a soft sigh, and the rocking of your hips slowed. Peter wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed, however he ultimately decided it was for the best; he’d rather you to be conscious if you were about to make a massive jump in your platonic relationship to physical.

Despite the already raging boner that was growing and painfully restricted by the confines of his stormtrooper pajamas, Peter let his eyes slip closed, content to cradle you in his arms and go back to sleep. However the solid pressure of your heat on his thigh kept the speedster wide awake.

Then you began moving again.

You pressed your pelvis forward, rubbing your clothed core onto the muscled thigh of Peter’s mid-thigh. Then, you let out a shuddering moan that made all of his wild fantasies about the way you sounded seem entirely tame in comparison.

Your hips were no longer rocking, but they were actively grinding and stuttering against him. Peter could feel the exact shape of your pussy through the scant layers of fabric separating you from him.

Your hand moved to curl around his bicep, firmly anchoring yourself to your best friend. You were breathing raggedly and the motion of your hips was getting faster and deeper, more sensual than ever.

Peter’s own noises failed to be kept silent, as he whimpered in response and rested his forehead into your hair as you frantically humped his thigh.

Jesus fuck, how were you still asleep? And what were you dreaming about that got you this riled up?

Even if he wanted to move, Peter was effectively trapped between your weight and the back of the couch, your motions making the old thing squeak and groan in answer.

Warm, wet heat throbbed between your legs, and Peter desperately wanted to flip you onto your back, rip off your tiny shorts, and fuck you until you both passed out from exhaustion.

You were making the most devastating noises as you rutted your heat against him harder and faster, whining in desire as you worked for your release.

Peter had half a mind to reach down and give you a hand, but he instead gripped on tight to the couch cushions, eyes wide and lips parted in astonishment.

Ohh, he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be lying here, practically taking advantage of you whilst you rubbed yourself upon him. If you were awake you’d be mortified, ohh-, but you sound so good and feel so good and, really, it would be cruel to stop you. Especially when you were enjoying yourself sooo much…

Peter lay there for a few more moments, swallowing the lump in his throat and trying to ignore the burning want in his rock hard cock.

Then, you moaned something that had him spluttering in surprise .

“Nghnaa- Peterr,” you whimpered.

Peter came instantly, covering a guttural moan with his hand.

Holy. Fuck.

You were dreaming about him? Your best bud since forever?

You whined in pleasure as you felt the surge of heat from Peter’s load. Frantically, you arch your hips into his again, once, twice, three more times, before you let out a wrenching moan and stilled behind him.

Peter shivered as he felt his cock throbbing against your core, and as he felt a wet warmth seep through your pajamas and onto his clothed thigh.

Holy-

Peter panted harshly for a few moments as he stayed tightly pressed against you, large hands coming to grip on your arms. Him, really? Of all people you decided to get off to, you chose him! Frankly, he was flattered; and clearly so was his dick.

The fuckin’ thing seemed to have a mind of its own! The sticky, burning mess that had erupted in his Pj’s made him grimace uncomfortably, knowing it would soon dry into a crusty disaster. But the thing seemed to get hard and stay hard whenever he was around you. How embarrassin’!

A glance towards the clock; 12:43. Peter hummed, turning back towards you and lightly squeezing your arm. As you stirred he put on a lazy smirk, hoping the flaming blush in his cheeks had subsided enough by now.

As your eyes snapped open, disoriented, Peter propped himself up on his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nice dream, princess?"

Ooh, he is gonna ruin you.

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Trying to collect yourself after being awoken, your eyes landed on your best friend, inches away from your own face and wiggling his brows. For mere moments you were puzzled, wondering why his cheeks had more of a reddish tone than normal, then you came to a conclusion.

Oh fuck.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you realized what you had done, placing a hand over your chest and taking a deep, panicked breath. It took a few pounding heartbeats to get the courage to look at Peter. You prayed your demeanor wouldn't give anything away.

"H-Huh?" You replied, braving a glance at him. Oh wow, real smooth.

"I asked, 'nice dream’?" Peter repeated, nonchalantly. His fingers tickled down your arm, only aiding in the nervous sweat that dripped down from your hairline.

"What makes you think that?" You stuttered.

"Well, yer were talkin’ quite a bit, babe. There was a moan a’ two thrown in there. Oh! And a 'Don't stop, Peter!' happened, too." He winked. “I must’ve given you a hella good time, princess.”

Ok sure, maybe he was exaggerating a little. But he reallyyy wanted to know exactly what happened in your dream..

Your cheeks flamed beyond recognition. You were fucked. Or rather, about to be.

"Hmm..." He looked at you with a piercing stare as a dimpled, wry grin split across his face. Before you could react, Peter laughed.

"Oi, shut up!" you giggled, slightly relieved at the humor that came out of this.

Your giggles came to an abrupt stop, however, as Peter shuffled impossible closer to you, his lengthy erection threatening to tear his pajamas. You fought with the Gods themselves not to look down, knowing the tent in the material would expose something you have thought of everytime you’d touch yourself.

A grumble erupted from Peter’s throat, his cocky facade crumbling away with every involuntary rut of your hips.

"How ‘bout yer show me what happened in yer dream?" he suggested, hand snaking around the small of your back as Peter sat up, pulling you into his lap.

You squeaked, nibbling your lip nervously. Peter pressed himself flush to you, his cock pressing against your pelvis angrily. A familiar aching tingle took up residence low in your belly, and you huffed out a shaky sigh as you pressed the ache closer to him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips as he said it, albeit very shakily. Before you could even nod, his lips pressed to yours.

You instantly relaxed into his lap. Peter’s lips were soft and urgent, catching your bottom lip between them.

Your hands pulled him closer by the neck, and he let his hands mold against your waist, urging you closer. Your hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his forehead and carding your fingers smoothly through it, causing him to let out a muffled moan into your mouth. You hummed.

Experimenting, you clumsily tugged at his silvery strands with fevor. With a whimper that had your walls clenching around air, Peter’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to your ass.

He squeezed and pulled you down onto him, letting his lips find your neck. You let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into your pulse point, but you pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks.

“Not above the collar,” You reminded meekly. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what you had done. And everyone knowing that someone like you wanted to do this with someone like him. Take that, Scotty.

“But.. what if I want people to know yer mine?” Peter asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe as he said so, nibbling it carefully. You grinned.

“I think you’ve got this whole thing wrong then.”

“Hm?” You smiled as you felt Peter’s brows furrow against the side of your head.

“You belong to me.”

He whimpered. Your eyes lit up, and you simply smirked at him.

“Good boy.” You whispered, and pressed down hard with your hips, rolling them once.

Peter came in his pants. Again.

With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his pajamas. You chuckled through flushed cheeks as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him.

He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Literally and figuratively. And all because you called him a Good boy?

Peter brought his hands up to cover his face, but you caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, breathing heavily, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.

“Awh, did I make you cum?” You rolled your hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“Yer- W-What?” Peter asked, turning back towards you slowly. You were beaming at him.

“The cutest boy, all worked up, jus’ for me.” You arched your back so your clothed tits were shoved closer to the poor boy’s face, yunno, just for good measure.

He blushed again, and swallowed as he grinned back at you. “But what ‘bout yer?”

“What about me?” You asked. Peter’s hands danced along your sides, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through your shirt.

“Wanna make yer feel good.” He whispered while you gasped.

“What’s stopping you?” You asked with a whisper. Peter surged upwards and began kissing you again, only stopping to finally rip your shirt off and get his hands on your bare breasts.

Peter’s tongue flicked against your own as you moaned against his lips, the feeling of him kneading your tits too much to bare.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot. Such a good, good boy.” You praised, stroking his hair.

He whines, playing with the hem of your shorts and his hips rut, seeking for friction. You take the hint, shimmying your pajamas down off your legs whilst helping Peter with his own.

You salivate at the sight of his lengthy cock, slapping up to hit his abs and glistening from the pearly white release running down it. Thick veins traveled upwards, buzzing from the speedster gene and throbbing with anticipation. His angry red tip leaked, twitching and begging for your warmth.

You use a hand to grip the base of your best friend's cock, his fluid running over your knuckles and providing you with a natural lube. Peter hissed with gritted teeth, watching as you slowly jerked him off with a tight embrace, circling the tip of his dick with your other hand.

“He-hey! Too much!” Peter yelped, bucking his hips up despite his protests.

You complied, stopping your actions briefly before sitting up, aligning your dripping wet entrance with his tip.

Schweeeett.

You laid a hesitant hand over his chest, and gooseflesh sizzled across his skin, sending another bolt of heat to his already overheated cock. He bit his lip to keep himself grounded and to keep from dropping his hand to his pants and rubbing himself to relive the pressure.

He felt so shaky and on edge and so, so horny.

Your lips pressed lightly against his, and while Peter’s brain seemed to short out, his body and his hormones knew exactly what to do and took over. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, anchoring you to him as he flipped over so he was laying on top of you.

You made a breathy little noise, and Peter’s brain finally started up again.

“This okay?” he panted between the gentle little kisses he was peppering across her jaw.

“Almost,” you teased.

Before he could ask what you meant, you looped your leg around his Peter’s and tugged so that he was fully nestled in the cradle of your thighs. He groaned as he felt his aching erection settled against your heat.

He could feel the heat radiating out from your center, and Peter grew impossibly harder.

“Princess” he whimpered, rutting restlessly against you. “Please… fuck, yer feel so good…”

You arched up into him, grinding yourself equally as wantonly against him.

“So do you,” you hissed, tightening your hold around his hips for more leverage.

Your hands wandered aimlessly, but Peter was too lost in the feel of you beneath him, so soft and warm and beautiful. The pressure in his abdomen deepened until it almost hurt.

“I need… I want… Please, babe.. I’m gonna…”

He was well aware he was babbling, but his brain was a little more occupied by the delicious friction his cock was getting against your hot and damp center.

Peter tucked his face into your neck as he focused on the pleasure burning through him, soaring higher and higher until he could barely take it anymore.

You arched up hard against him as your fingers raked through his hair once more, and he was lost.

Deciding he had enough, Peter aligned himself with your entrance and slammed into your wet cunt with one thrust, eliciting a moan from you that threatened the coil in his lower stomach to snap already.

He kissed you once more, this time taking control as his tongue glided across your lips passionately, far from the blubbering mess you made him previously. The taste of caramel and sugar invaded your mouth, trickling down your throat with the same side effect as an aphrodisiac.

With every kiss Peter sped up his frantic motions, rendering you brainless on his dick as you could only focus on the slapping of skin and wet noises of your soaking pussy.

You were about to open your mouth to tell him to hurry up when Peter’s fingers reach between your folds, circling your clit with a steady pace. A loud, shuddering moan echoes around the room.

You don't even realize the noise came from yourself until you feel Peter’s shoulders move against your own because due to his cocky laughs. Airhead.

He was going so fast you couldn’t tell whether he was thrusting in or out, you could only feel an overwhelming pleasure consuming your mind and body.

Just when you thought you were on the brink of feeling the epitome of heaven itself, a buzzing vibration echoed deep within your walls, sending you into a frenzy.

You writhed and clawed at Peter’s back, a wordless plea for him to continue. Faster, Faster. Please.

He mumbled incoherently, which would’ve made you chuckle if you had the ability to do so, as his hips stuttered against your own, hitting a spot that had you clenching his buzzing cock like a vice.

With the remaining piece of consciousness you had left, you reached up to yank on Peter’s hair, forcing his head back as the building pleasure inside you exploded.

Peter let out a wordless cry as the hot coil of tension in his belly snapped, and white hot pleasure took its place.

He was dimly aware that you let out the most beautiful, sexy noise he’d ever heard as you tightened your hold around him, but he was more preoccupied by his cock filling you to the brim of cum that splattered your pulsing walls.

His skin prickled pleasantly, his ears ringing and his vision blurred, and he felt completely weightless. His vision darkened and he held you tight and panted his release into your neck.

“Shiiit,” he gasped, lifting his hips away from you as his cock softened and became too sensitive to be touched.

His arm muscles shook as he hoisted himself away from you, and collapsed onto the couch beside you.

Staring up at the ceiling, Peter let an exhausted grin cross his face as a few aftershocks rolled through him. Gaze shifted, He admired you as you came down from your high, moving to the bathroom to wash your hands and get a rag to clean yourselves up.

When you came back you went to wipe you down, but Peter took the rag from you.

“Sit. I get to take care of yer now. I owe it to yer, babe.” Concentrated, he wiped your dripping cunt with the rag, then making his way to the bathroom to get rid of the dirty towel.

When he came back you were still sitting on the edge of the bed. You smiled meekly up at him and reached out a hand, which Peter eagerly took, gladly letting you pull him in for a hug, with him standing between your knees.

“I really like you, you know.” You said, head resting on Peter’s chest as he stared down at you.

“I know. I really like yer too, babe.”

In answer, you shifted slightly and tilted your head up to face Peter’s flushed cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your nose. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, and you felt his smile as he pulled away. You could feel his breath as he moved to the side of your face, and placed a kiss on what you were sure was a very rosy apple of your cheek.

As you settled down together for the remaining hours of the night, the tense air between you and Peter had diminished, morphing into one of that had you giddy and excited.

You needed to bring out the movie nights more often.

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When morning rose and you walked into the briefing room the next morning, you were wearing a scarf, despite the hot Westchester heat. You hadn’t quite caught Peter in time, and he had in fact left a mark.

Of course the whole team noticed.

“Hey, twinkle toes, did you guys have another movie night?” Scott asked from his seat at the back of the room. Luckily Peter was facing away from him, so Scott didn’t see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.

“Yer, of course, what’s it to you?” Peter asked shortly as he turned around, stirring a coffee with six sugars mixed into it.

Scott’s attention was on you, as you were talking to Kurt on the other side of the room.

“That scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady might’ve got some last night.” Scott said with a smug smirk. “Don’t let it break your heart, you still have a chance!” He turned to Peter and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. You had, in fact, ‘got some’, and he was the some you got with.

Scott soon noticed Peter was off, as normally he would be granted with some teasing retort or slap against the back of the head.

“C’mon, I’m just teasing. She probably didn’t get a chance to-” While he was talking, Peter caught your eye from across the room.

You smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back.

Scott cut himself off when he saw Peter’s wave, turning to see just as your face turned back to Kurt. “Oh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!” Scott exclaimed, shaking Peter by the shoulders. Peter pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. “My man!” Scott exclaimed, pulling him into an awkward hug.

Peter caught your eye again over Scott’s shoulder, and the smile you gave him made him smile right back.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #evan peters masterlist #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #xmen peter maximoff #peter maximoff smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters headcannons

[vague-humanoid]

Increasingly, it is not safe to be in public, to be human, to be fallible. I’m not quoting breathless journalism about rising crime or conservative talking points about America falling into ruin. The ruin I’m thinking of isn’t in San Francisco or Chicago or at the southern border. The ruin is woven into the fabric of America. It’s seeping into all of us. All across the country, supposedly good, upstanding citizens are often fatally enforcing ever-changing, arbitrary and personal norms for how we conduct ourselves.

In Kansas City, Mo., Ralph Yarl, a Black 16-year-old, rang the wrong doorbell. He was trying to pick up his younger brothers and was simply on the wrong street, Northeast 115th Street instead of Northeast 115th Terrace, a harmless mistake. Andrew Lester, 84 and white, shot him twice and said, according to Ralph, “Don’t come around here.” Bleeding and injured, Ralph went to three different houses, according to a family member, before those good neighbors in a good, middle-class neighborhood helped him.

In upstate New York, a 20-year-old woman, Kaylin Gillis, was looking for a friend’s house in a rural area. The driver of the car she was in turned into a driveway and the homeowner, Kevin Monahan, 65, is accused of firing twice at the car and killing Ms. Gillis.

In Illinois, William Martys was using a leaf blower in his yard. A neighbor, Ettore Lacchei, allegedly started an argument with Mr. Martys and, the police say, killed him.

Two cheerleaders were shot in a Texas parking lot after one, Heather Roth, got into the wrong car. One of her teammates, Payton Washington, was also shot. Both girls survived, with injuries.

In Cleveland, Texas, a father asked his neighbor Francisco Oropesa to stop shooting his gun on his porch because his baby was trying to sleep. Mr. Oropesa walked over to the father’s house and has been charged with killing five people, including an 8-year-old boy, with an AR-15-style rifle. Two of the slain adults were found covering children, who survived.

At a Walgreens in Nashville, Mitarius Boyd suspected that Travonsha Ferguson, who was seven months pregnant, was shoplifting. Instead of calling the police, he followed Ms. Ferguson and her friend into the parking lot and, after one of the women sprayed mace in his face, according to Mr. Boyd, began firing. Ms. Ferguson was rushed to the hospital, where she had an emergency C-section and her baby was born two months early.

And sometimes there is no gun. On Monday, Jordan Neely, a Michael Jackson impersonator experiencing homelessness, was yelling and, according to some subway riders, acting aggressively on an F train in New York City. “I don’t have food, I don’t have a drink, I’m fed up,” Mr. Neely cried out. “I don’t mind going to jail and getting life in prison. I’m ready to die.” Was he making people uncomfortable? I’m sure he was. But his were the words of a man in pain. He did not physically harm anyone. And the consequence for causing discomfort isn’t death unless, of course, it is. A former Marine held Mr. Neely in a chokehold for several minutes, killing the man. News reports keep saying Mr. Neely died, which is a passive thing. We die of old age. We die in a car accident. We die from disease. When someone holds us in a chokehold for several minutes, something far worse has occurred.

A man actively brought about Mr. Neely’s death. No one appears to have intervened during those minutes to help Mr. Neely, though two men apparently tried to help the former Marine. Did anyone ask the former Marine to release Mr. Neely from his chokehold? The people in that subway car prioritized their own discomfort and anxiety over Mr. Neely’s distress. All of the people in that subway car on Monday will have to live with their apparent inaction and indifference. Now that it’s too late, there are haunting, heartbreaking images of Mr. Neely, helpless and pinned, still being choked. How does something like this happen? How does this senseless, avoidable violence happen? Truly, how? We all need to ask ourselves that question until we come up with an acceptable answer.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Clarisse Larue Dating Head-cannons~

An: reader doesn’t have a set godly parent essentially but this is Clarisse x fem reader HC!

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- before you two started dating she would constantly try to show off, be that in capture the flag regular sparing or bulling new kids

- could listen to you talk for hours

- type of person that can go from threatening someone in a harsh tone to immediately becoming gentle and loving once she sees you

- treats her spear like it’s her baby (especially her second one) once she trust enough she’ll let you train with it though she will watch over you like a hawk

-loves when you do her hair, if your not good with her hair type she enjoys if you’ll simply help her pull it back into a ponytail however if your skillful with hair she’ll let you do what ever style you want on her

-has and will threaten people for you

-one time while playing capture the flag the other team caught you and put you in “jail”, however you ended up getting hurt and injuring yourself in some way.. once the game was over she marched up to the other team and yelled around trying to find out who caught/hurt you

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“Who the hell did it then?!” Clarisse yelled at a Hermes kid, the blue team shifted around trying to avoid the angry daughter of ares.

“Claire im Fine, It’s just a Cut I’ll live” you sighed grabbing clarisses arm trying to calm the angry girl down while ignoring the blood running down your shin as you had a cut in your thigh.

Clarisse Just scoffed and turned back to you kissing your forehead before giving the other kids a dirty look. “Whatever, when i find out which of you punks did this you’ll be face first in the dirt” she threatened and walked away with you in hand… since that day no one’s tried to put you back in “jail”.

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-it’s cannon clarisse is good at wrestling so she most likely will teach you self defense moves that can help you no matter who your fighting (mostly because she’s worried that if/when the camp were to be attacked she would want you to know how to defend yourself)

-her love language is quality time and words of affirmation, so she’ll do whatever she can to spend time with you and be active with you, if you don’t really enjoy sports or training she’ll go on walks with you in the forest, pick strawberries with you and try to do other things like swimming or more

- now if your into sports no matter the sport she’ll gladly play or train in it with you so for example volleyball : shell take you down to the sand pit where the volleyball net is and play a few rounds with you, or if you do colorguard : she’ll watch as you spin flag or rifles and even try it out with you

- keeps EVERYTHING you give her, from a sticky note that you had written a reminder on for her to gifts like bracelets though if you asked her if she had any of the items she would deny it all

- Clarisse is nervous with PDA as she doesn’t want to seem weak so she’ll hold your hand or give the occasional forehead or cheek kiss but once you two are alone she’s like your shadow holding onto you actually kissing you and letting her guard down

- like I said before she loves having you around her so when she’s working out or busy sparing with her siblings or hitting a dummy she likes when you sit near by and watch her (she’s gonna show off)

- while working out she’ll let you try to lift her weights which you can’t and she’ll jokingly makefun it you for it

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You groaned as she tried to lift the heavy weight with one hand. Your girlfriend laughing in the background wasn’t helping. “You can stop laughing you know” you shot her a look.

“Yeah I know” clarisse grinned and walked over picking up the weight with ease. “It’s Just cute to see you struggle”

You rolled you eyes and lightly hit clarisse who was still giggling.

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-if your a medic clarisse will come into the infirmary on occasion giving you a fake sickness or injury just so she can have you take care of her

-one time a group of girls were shit talking about clarisse and normally she would of snapped at them but Chiron had told her that if she caused another scene that she would have to clean the Pegasus stalls.. as she tried to ignore them she saw you step up and yell at the girls telling them off. That’s when she realized she was in love with you

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SPOILERS AHEAD FOR BOTH PJO AND HOO BOOKS‼️

- Clarisse appreciates when you will give her words of affirmation. With how her father is you telling her that she’s good enough and that your proud of her helps her self confidence a lot

- after silenas death in the battle of Manhattan she became even more protective of you. She already lost one person she loved and gods know what she would do if she lost you to

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Clafisse hugged you tight as the two of you cuddled on the bed in the empty ares cabin.

“Clair.. you ok” you asked softly while caressing the girls curls.

“I need you to Promise me something” she sat up and cupped your face looking into it with seriousness but also love.

“What is it” You asked with a soft smile, you knew clarisse was going through a lot and you also k ew you would always be by her side.

“Promise me your not gonna leave..” clarisse whispered, you could see the pain in her eyes. “Promise me your not gonna do some stupid shit in battle and get yourself killed” she spoke in a passive aggressive tone with her voice breaking and her eyes tearing up slightly. You knew clarisse still blamed herself for silenas death and all you knew to do was comfort the girl.

You let out a gentle sigh and sat up hugging the girl. You kissed her shoulder and nodded. “I promise..I’m not going anywhere”

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- while they were preparing for the battle between the Greeks and Roman’s clarisses made sure you were placed as far away from the battle as she could get you (if your a medic this works out perfectly for her)

- after the battle of manhattan and the one against the Roman’s (idk what it was called) if your a medic she only wants to be nurses back to health by you

- something I can see clarisse doing is breaking up with you before the battle of manhattan, yeah she pulled out the war before it started but she’s the type of person that if she feels like she’s going to die she would want you to hate her so you won’t grieve over her however as soon as it was over and you were back at camp she would apologize and explain why she broke up with you and ask to get back together (you agreed of course but you told her if she ever did that again you two really would be over)

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An: yeah I used colorguard as an example bc I do Colorguard 💔 Anyways uh this is my first time posting something like this so if it sucks uhh 🤷‍♀️

#clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #lesbian #wlw #clarisse x reader #headcanon

[sol-consort]

Consider how funny it is for Kaidan to go from Rahna, a delicate and fragile spring flower with the sweetest heart who got scared by him protecting her.

To Shepard. Especially renegade Shepard.

It's like two opposite extremes.

That's super soldier, first human spectre, made out of steel and titanium Shepard. First human to attend a krogan rite and beat a thrasher maw on foot. First human to kill a reaper time after time after time.

And like no slander on Rahna, she is obviously a very different person with different traits, she sounds very sweet and kind hearted.

But it is hilarious that he went from playing knight in shining armour for a damsel in distress, to getting carried fireman style on Shepard's back multiple times and having Shepard scream commands at him during shootouts. Like Shepard's presence is just so dominanting by itself, imagine a renegade Shepard who puts everyone at their place at every turn.

Home boy thought he'd go for a slightly more adventurous person, not realising he signed up to be the squeeze stress toy for the Atlas of the galaxy carrying the world on their back as the most famous human alive.

That's six-pack Shepard with a sculpted god-like body. That's always in military uniform with everyone addressing them with the utmost respect Shepard. That's knowing how to use every rifle type known to mankind and nerves of steel Shepard. Powerful and dangerous.

That's short-temper and always yelling loud enough over the sound of gunfire and explosions Shepard. That's ordering people to stand down and obey them without question Shepard. That's requiring absolute devotion from their crew and somehow earning it every time they get assigned a new crew Shepard.

Can you imagine how different his life would've been if Rahna just didn't reject him? He would've had an average marriage with the most stereotypical gentle strong husband and delicate sensitive wife relationship. Got an office job maybe or something instead of signing up for the military, rarely used his biotics or just joined C-sec as an officer if he was feeling a little adventurous.

Instead of you know, standing at Shepard's side during war negotiations with admirals to face the reapers. Being taken to cure the genophage, resolve a war that's almost a thousand years old, visit the asari's most sacred temple and witness Shepard stand in front of a reaper like it's nothing while stepping away from the burning laser beam storming their way.

Man that's wild. Kaidan really didn't know what he was in for when he thought his new commanding officer that Anderson introduced him to, is kinda cute and maybe he'll hint at liking them and see if they want to spend some shore leave together. Why not step out of his comfort zone and try a slightly different type than Rahna you know? What's the worst that could happen?

#☆Kaidan #☆shepard reader #kaidan x shepard #kaidan x reader #kaidan alenko #Me3 #mass effect

[secondaxispoint]

do you think you could write like where the reader had his leg injured so (Din or Joel, i love them both, can’t decide, whoever you want to do) carry’s him bridal style and patches him up and then they snuggle together while The Kids TM (ellie or grogu) are teasing them :) love your writing, and have a good day!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, No use of Y/N, Reader is referred to as Tex.

Content: Fluff

I loved this prompt. Calling Ellie and Grogu The Kids ™ cracked me up 😂. Thanks for the request!!

Are You Okay?

The hunting trip was going about as well as it could have. The three of you had split up. You and Ellie going deep into the forest while Joel followed the riverbed. You stopped Ellie and pointed out a deer about 90 metres out. You handed her your rifle and told her to slowly kneel down, she followed your orders. You told her to remember what Joel had shown her while tugging out your binoculars.

After scoping in, she took a deep breath in and put her finger on the trigger. You noticed a familiar glimmer across the woods. It looked familiar. What the hell was that? Sniper scope. The shine was the sun gleaming off the scope. You grabbed Ellie just as you heard the bullet whizz by. It would have hit her square between the eyes if you hadn’t yanked her away. Another shot rang out but you didn’t know where I hit.

You were too busy looking over Ellie, making sure she was alright. You took the hunting rifle from her hand and steadied yourself on the tree. You waited for the gleam to appear again. It only took a few seconds to see it. Aiming in, you calmed your breathing and pulled the trigger. You saw the bullet hit its target as your ears rang. Your vision swam and a dull ache was radiation up from your thigh. You turned back to Ellie and grasped her shoulders.

“Holy shit Tex, your leg!”

You ignored her comment in favour of checking over her once again. 

“Are you okay? Nothing hit you, no ricocheted shrapnel or anything?”

Her eyes were wide and she shook her head. She was seemingly more caught up with whatever was on your trousers. You looked down and adjusted your jeans. You saw a crimson spot growing from above your knee. You were getting a bit dizzy and Ellie started to sound a bit far away. You tried to brush it off and started leading Ellie back the way you came. She kept asking you if you were okay and you kept giving her the same answer.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I’m fine, keep it movin’ El”

Your vision had reduced to a pinpoint and your breathing became a bit erratic. You couldn't stop yourself from blacking out. You really tried. You hit the ground with a grunt. You heard Ellie yelling at you to get up but you couldn’t move a muscle if you wanted to.

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Okay. Okay. Tex was out cold and she had no idea where Joel was. That’s fine. She would just have to find him. Last she saw, Joel was walking along the riverbed. So she found the river and checked for foot prints. She found the prints of Joel’s boot and started to call out to him as she followed them. Ellie knew that she shouldn’t be making this much noise but she was desperate to find Joel. She heard brisk strides coming towards her direction. Pistol up, she aimed it in front of her just in case it wasn’t him.

She saw Joel hop up from the bed and ran past her. She called out his name and he spun on his heel, barrel pointed at her. Her hands shot up and she stood still. Joel’s expression softened when she realised it was him and he lowered his weapon. He ran up to her and quickly examined her for wounds, just as Tex did.

“Ellie, what happened? Where’s Tex?”

Joel checked over her shoulder, looking for the other man that was supposed to be with her.

“He’s back in the woods. He got shot in the leg protecting me from a guy while we were hunting and he blacked out and I didn’t know what to do so I came out to find you and-”

Joel pulled her in for a hug, quieting her rambling.

“Where is he?”

Ellie pulled him along as she retraced her steps.

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You shook your head as you sluggishly came back to reality. You didn’t see any sign of Ellie or Joel but you did hear the sounds of footsteps. You took a shallow breath and shoved yourself up against the nearest tree, attempting to hide yourself from the nearing assailants. You scrambled, trying to find your gun but it was nowhere to be found. A familiar thought filled your head. You were going to die here.

But to your surprise, Ellie’s head popped around the tree followed by Joel. You felt a weary smile drift across your face. Joel’s eyes filled with worry after seeing the dark scarlet stain on your leg. He was next to you in a second. He put his hands on your wound, tearing a pained groan from the back of your throat. He apologised and moved his hands further up your leg. He had Ellie take a piece of cloth and wrapped it just above your injury. You watched Joel tie the tourniquet and pull it tight.

“You alright Tex?”

His hand was on your thigh.

“Tex?”

He was only centimetres away.

“Tex!”

He shook your shoulder and you snapped back from your thoughts.

“What? Oh yeah I’m alright. Just a bit worn out.”

You hummed. Joel knitted his brow and sighed. 

“Can you walk?”

Joel asked you, his voice lowered. You tried to push yourself up onto your feet but it only resulted in a searing burn flow throughout your leg. You shook your head and leaned your head back onto the tree trunk. He sat back on his heel and thought for a minute.

“Here, give me your pack.”

You carefully removed your pack and gave it to Joel, who in turn handed it off to Ellie. She double welded your packs, one on her back and the other on her chest. Joel carefully put one of his arms underneath the back of your knees, not wanting to irritate your already flaming wound. He then put the other arm under your back. You hadn’t registered how much your leg actually hurt until you felt your entire lower half throbbing.

Joel lifted you up in his arms in a bridal carry. You're sure you would have been a lot more nervous being so close to Joel if you hadn’t been so exhausted. You were pressed close to his chest while he walked. You heard Ellie rustle through her bag, probably reaching for her disposable camera. You heard a click and saw a flash of light as she snapped a picture. Joel told her to knock it off but he had a joking lilt to his tone and a barely visible smile on his face.

You felt every step he took in your leg. The sway of his stride only aggravated your already angered wound. Yet you started nodding off. Joel was warm and smelled of the coffee he spilled on himself that morning. Ellie’s stupid jokes started to fade as you peel away from consciousness once again.

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After what felt like an hour, Joel stepped up on the porch of the cabin the three of you had settled in. He walked to the couch that sat close to the fireplace and laid you down. He grabbed the wood that sat in the corner and tossed it in. He lit a piece of paper and the fire roared to life. He warmed his hands before grabbing the medkit to patch you up. 

You helped shimmy your trousers down enough so that Joel could get a good look at the gunshot wound. It looked a lot worse than you thought it would. The bullet ripped straight through the right side of your knee, just barely missing the bones there. Joel winced when he saw it. He took the needle and started stitching up the injury on the front of your knee. You ground your teeth and balled your fists. 

When he was done with the front he shushed you and took your hand. Once you had calmed down enough, he got started on the back of your knee. It was worse. Much worse. There wasn't much he could stitch back together. So he found the exit wound and cleaned it. You would just have to wrap it and pray that it wouldn’t get infected. He redressed you and helped you limp to the back room. There was a mattress with a blanket laid on top of it. You tossed yourself down on the bed and scooted to the middle.

“Do you want me to stay or go?”

Joel asked you in a shushed tone. You opened your arms, a silent invitation for him to lay down with you. He did just that. He laid himself next to you and you tucked your head into his chest. The warmth of his embrace lulled you off to sleep once again.

I know I’ve been using the nickname ‘Tex’ a lot. Let me know if you guys don’t like it or have any replacements. 😙

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller #i love joel miller #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #reader insert #the last of us #tlou #tlou show #tlou hbo #ellie tlou #tlou series #bella ramsey #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #i love pedro pascal #pedro pascal #request

[goodfish-bowl]

Wired-In

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 2: Technomancy

AO3 Link

Summary: Valerie hadn’t noticed any differences at first, just life being a bit easier when it came to certain things. but with the hum now constantly under her skin, it’s difficult to focus on anything else.

Warnings: angst, slight body horror

Words: 805

It had been small and subtle things at first, differences that Valerie could only notice in retrospect. Devices no longer asked for passwords, and the broken cash register at work would suddenly start functioning again after a swift hit to the side. It would only take a good, percussive kick to get the bugged-out ice cream machine working again. All of them were small things that she wouldn’t look at suspiciously, but would make her day just the slightest bit easier. 

Then, some other things became a lot easier. Valerie’s fingers would fly across a keyboard, autocorrecting to exactly what she meant, even if the word was widely misspelled. Using her suit became so close to second nature it barely took the hint of a thought to get it to do anything, from her hoverboard to the manifestation of weapons she had never called upon before. Valerie actually noticed this one, but wrote it off as a progression of skill. That sniper rifle-style blaster had managed to land a solid hit on Phantom before he could even react. 

The first time Valerie really noticed something was up, it had been during a three way fight between Skulker, Phantom, and herself. A vivid image of Skulker’s wings deploying and sending him directly into the closest building flashed in her mind. With a show of teeth, and an audible snarl, Valerie gave into the impulse and harshly shoved the mechanical ghost out of the way. Red flashed beneath Skulker's suit, racing up his arm in a pulse of light, his eyes flickered to her signature crimson. With the sound of skulker yelling inside of his suit as he lost control, the wings deployed and he crashed directly into the office building to their left. Valerie only spared enough time to glance between her hand and the Skulker-shaped hole in the office windows, before forcing her hoverboard to go faster after Phantom.

It had been later that night, that Valerie truly acknowledged that something wasn’t quite right. The screen in her visor no longer projected the tracking formation before her face, but flashed with complete understanding behind her eyes. She accepted it easily in the moment, caught up in the chase, but laid in her bed for hours afterwards. After flicking through the mental computer in her mind for a while, Valerie ended up mentally going over recordings of her own memories, like they were recorded from her own eyes with perfect clarity. Even with her suit tucked away, she could still feel it humming under her skin, and buzzing behind her eyes. It didn’t go away, and she couldn’t find the power button either.  

Valerie couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or not, still lost in her own mind, but still hearing every minute of Mr. Lancer’s lecture as it was recorded and transcribed into a small corner of her mind. It made her feel less human, with every second of her memory being perfectly recalled like a computer log. Now that she was aware of it, Valerie could even feel the high-frequency buzz of electronics in the school building, the call of various devices tucked away behind the textbooks and in bags. It made her hyper aware of everything humming with electricity in this corner of the building. She absently wondered what she could do with it, but these powers reminded her far too much of Technus, usefulness aside it twisted her gut in a way she didn’t like as she was changed without her permission.

Valerie wondered if she should go to the Fentons about her newfound powers, but that brought the drawback of them finding out. Valerie herself didn’t want to know if they cut her open, and took samples, if they would find electricity and ectoplasm mixed into her blood. Chips and wires replacing her veins. Danny was terrified of ghosts, she didn’t want him to look at her in fear, if she turned out to be more ghost-like than human.

Valerie rammed the thoughts about her powers to the side with such mental force she thought Skulker would go through another building (in the room over, a light burst). She was human, some neat and very useful abilities didn’t change that, it was a good thing, it made her a better ghost hunter. If she could link into the local security and traffic cameras, she might finally be able to find out where that awful ghost went when he wasn’t terrorizing Amity Park. She could take him down for good. Valerie hummed in contentment at the thought of finally getting her revenge, matching the humm of the lights above her perfectly.

Valerie didn’t catch the brief glance from Danny across the classroom as his breath released in a cold wisp and caught a flicker of crimson in her eyes.

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Master Post

#ectoberhaunt23 #EH Science #Day 2 #technomancy #danny phantom #goodfish writes #valerie grey #Valerie POV #dp fic #possibly halfa!Valerie #angst #cw body horror #tw body horror

[swordbladeknight7]

HELLO I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR ART YOUR STYLE IS SO UNIQUE AND PERFECT I LOVE THE THICK LINES 😍😍 you asked for kalluzeb drawing ideas and uhhh I'm a total sucker for them sparring. The fact that they both can wield bo rifles in canon is awesome bc those fights look so rad 😭 that's also a crazy complex drawing request so alternatively: THEM HOLDING HANDS 💗💗💗

WHY NOT BOTH

They’re both too wrapped up in post-spar adrenaline (and each other) to process that they’re definitely gonna get yelled at by Yavin IV medical and/or Hera for getting carried away

(Also ignore the continuity of Kallus having his bo-rifle here, I wanted to draw it, maybe he rebuilt it or stole it back from Thrawn lol)

Thanks for the suggestion, and it means so much to me that you enjoy my art!💕

Could not for the life of me get this drawing to photograph well, so kriff it here’s some alts⬇️⬇️

#Lira San & Beyond #star wars rebels #kalluzeb #star wars #sw rebels #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #zeb x kallus #kallus x zeb #sk*7 asks

[msweebyness]

Class of Villainy Intro

What's up, guys? It's ya girl, Weeby, with a new project! If you remember the 'Title Sequence' that Sparky did for Creepsters, I'm doing those for our other AUs! Here's the first up, Class of Villainy! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

(Instrumental of 'Ways to be Wicked' begins to play. The camera does a wide sweep over the dark skyline of Paris, before entering the doors of a Parisian fashion house. All of the mannequins are dressed in the furs of different animals.)

(The scene focuses on a teen girl with half-black, half-white hair, clad in a large, white fur coat, smiling cruelly at a cluster of dalmatian puppies locked in a cage, holding a pair of shears in her hands.)

*TITLE CARD: Marinette: Fashion Maven with a passion for furs*

(Marinette turns around to yell at two sisters of Asian descent who have just arrived, ordering them to get her more dogs. Socqueline and Fei roll their eyes but go to do as their employer ordered.

(The scene then changes to a palatial building, the fashion house of "The Sultan of Style", Gabriel Agreste. We see a teenaged boy with coiffed blonde hair and reptilian green eyes smiling smugly as he hypnotizes some of his father's employees with a staff that resembles a cobra, the brightly colored parrot on his shoulder squawking words of encouragement.)

*TITLE CARD: Adrien: Sinister Spellcaster with a hypnotic charm*

(The scene changes again, this time to show a dark alley. As two men in tailored suits walk by, a clawed hand reaches out and snatches their wallets without them noticing. The camera pans further into the alley, and we see a teen with a top hat, sharp canine teeth, and a flicking fox tail, grinning smugly as he rifles through the contents of the wallets.)

*TITLE CARD: Nino: Conniving conman with sticky, foxy fingers*

(Another scene change, we are now in a lab with potions and poisons of various colors bubbling over. A teenaged girl clad in large goggles and a white lab coat bears a maniacal grin as she holds up a vial of toxic pink liquid.)

*TITLE CARD: Alya: Sorceress Supreme with a penchant for potions*

(Alya rolls her eyes in exasperation as we hear a loud crash, and the camera pans over to a tall and muscular girl who is standing by a pile of shattered vials. Alya's sister, Nora.)

(The screen suddenly becomes pixelated, and we are transported to a video game world constructed entirely of candy. The shot shows us the finish line of a race track, which is crossed by a glittery, pink candy go kart, out of which steps a petite blonde, clad in a poofy candy dress, with a psychotically perky grin as she looks out at the crashed and smoking cars of the other racers.)

*TITLE CARD: Rose: Candy Queen of Sugar Rush, "Greatest Racer Ever"*

(The screen is engulfed in green flames, which change the scene to the throne room of a gothic castle, where a girl with large draconic horns, purple streaked bangs, and a silken black cloak smiles wickedly as she prepares to send a terrible curse out over the land with her glowing scepter.)

*TITLE CARD: Juleka: Mistress of All That is Evil, petty like you wouldn't believe*

(Juleka smiles fondly as she hears a sharp squawk, and a raven swoops into the room, landing in front of her. The raven then transforms into a boy with shaggy teal hair and a calmly malicious smile, who gives his sister a playful bow.)

*TITLE CARD: Luka: Music Master and Juleka's Eye in the Sky*

(The camera then exits the throne room through the window before plunging into the dark ocean. With seeming trepidation, we enter a dark sea cave, seeing miserable looking polyps along the floors. We enter a larger chamber and see a girl with pale purple skin and six black tentacles, cackling devilishly as she tends to a brew within her cauldron. She coos affectionately at her beloved eels as they curl around her arms.)

*TITLE CARD: Mylene: Charming Sea Witch with a knack for deals*

(With a coquettish giggle, Mylene summons a large bubble that she looks into, through which the scene changes to a dark, underground lair lit by blinking casino lights. A pair of dice rolls across a table, landing on snake eyes, before the camera pans up to reveal a huge, bulky teen with hollow eyes and skin made of dark burlap, grinning with pure malice as he turns his attention to the doors.)

*TITLE CARD: Ivan: A Gamblin' Man who'll scare your socks off!*

(The doors to the lair fly open as two children, one a fox hybrid wearing the mask of a devil, and the other a stuffy wearing an ominous witch mask, carrying a large sack that squirms and occasionally screams. We hear the sound of maniacal giggling, and a little girl with messy pigtails, hollowed out eyes, and dark purple burlap for skin darts into the room, leaping into her big brother's arms as they prepare to terrify his next victim.)

(The scene changes to what appears to be a hunting lodge, where a crowd is cheering as a very muscular and handsome young man lifts a bench with two girls sitting on it above his head. Smirking arrogantly, he takes in the praise of those around him.)

*TITLE CARD: Kim: Hotshot Hunter with the World's Biggest Ego*

(Perched on a countertop, a lovely young woman with freckles and a red pixie cut gazes at Kim adoringly, clapping with delight as she watches him show off his strength.)

*TITLE CARD: Ondine: Kim's 'Little Wife' to be (and biggest enabler)*

(The screen suddenly glitches out, before the scene changes to a cityscape being torn apart by a massive robot. At the helm of the terrifying weapon stands a boy with a sleek villain suit and his hair pulled back in dreads. He laughs maniacally as he directs his robot to knock down a skyscraper.)

*TITLE CARD: Max: Evil Tech Genius with a Super Grudge*

(The screen is suddenly slashed to shreds by a pair of unseen claws, and the scene shifts to a dense jungle. The trees tremble with a loud roar, and the camera pans to a girl with striped fur and wickedly sharp teeth, grinning menacingly as she crouches on a rock and prepares to pounce on an unsuspecting prey hybrid.)

*TITLE CARD: Alix: Queen of the Jungle and Predator Supremacist*

(The trees begin to waste away and die as the scene changes to a devastated savannah landscape, ridden with hyenas battling over kills. Perched on the highest rock is a boy with sharp claws and a scar over his right eye, grinning in amusement as he looks over the carnage, holding a small mouse by the tail as it attempts to run for its life.)

*TITLE CARD: Ismael: King of the Savannah with a killer scratch*

(The screen is suddenly painted red, before it clears and we hear a scream of "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!". In a grove full of blood red roses, a young man with hair as red as the heart painted over his eye grins with absolute lunacy as he sends his battalion of card guards to apprehend a handful of terrified peasants.)

*TITLE CARD: Nathaniel: Mad monarch with a guillotine obsession*

(The camera zooms in on a mirror on the wall, which we travel through to another mirror, which is located in a dark and lavish throne room. In it is the reflection of a boy with jet-black hair and emerald-green eyes, smiling serenely as he proudly gazes upon himself.)

*TITLE CARD: Marc: Fairest of all the Lands and Poisons Expert*

(Marc reaches to caress the mirror brooch clasped to his lapel, where a young, raven-haired boy wearing a skull mask sits with a bored expression as he tosses daggers at the crystalline walls. This is Prince Kiran.)

(The scene shifts to the backroom of a dilapidated pawn shop, where a girl with ginger locks, wearing a garish purple coat admires a large diamond as she twirls it around in her fingers. Two large crocodiles are curled up at her feet, humming affectionately.)

*TITLE CARD: Sabrina: Diamond Enthusiast with a kidnapping rap sheet*

(With an ominous gust of wind, the scene changes to the interior of a large manor, long shadows cast from the musty velvet curtains. A girl with immaculate blonde curls, icy blue eyes, and a pristine yellow gown descends the stairs with her nose turned up. Servants cower in fear from her chilling glare.)

*TITLE CARD: Chloe: Woman of nobility and proud of it*

(The screen is covered with frost, which thaws to reveal a lavishly furnished sitting room, where a girl with golden locks tinted with pink, a frosty glare, and princely garb stands before a fireplace, glaring at a photograph of her family, which she then flicks into the leaping flames.)

*TITLE CARD: Zoe: 13th in Line with a dastardly plan for change*

(A flurry of official-looking documents suddenly covers the screen, before being swept away. The scene has changed to the city's capitol building, where a teen with dark, wooly hair and purpose in their step fingers the vial of nighthowler poison she plans to slip into its boss' coffee.)

*TITLE CARD: Cosette: Villain in Sheep's Clothing ready to take charge*

(With a poof of acrid purple smoke, the scene changes to a ramshackle little house, giddy and maniacal laughter echoing from within. From the window, we see a girl with wild blonde hair and eyes that hold sheer lunacy, shifting into various different animals as she fires indiscriminate hexes from her fingertips.)

*TITLE CARD: Aurore: Batty witch who loves the gruesome and grim*

(The camera suddenly plunges downward, going through the ground before showing a wide shot of the Underworld, Cerberus snarling as a boat floats down the river of souls. Within the boat stands a young goddess with a sullen expression and hair made of leaping blue flames. With a sneer, she fires a blast of flames at the souls pawing the sides of the hull.)

*TITLE CARD: Mireille: Goddess of the dead with a real anger problem*

(Two imps of the Underworld, the Kwamis of Pain and Panic, tremble with fear on the shores of the river as their mistress approaches them.)

(The screen is sliced in half by a sword with a jagged blade, and the scene changes to a fearsome army charging down a mountainside, led on horseback by a girl with inhuman black sclera and a vicious scowl, whipping her blade out of its sheath, raising it as she prepares to take another life.)

*TITLE CARD: Kagami: Genocidal General with a growing body count*

(The screen is suddenly overtaken by shadows, which clear to reveal a dark shop, the walls covered in ominous masks and dangerous talismans. Seated at the table and shuffling a deck of tarot cards, sits a tall teen with wild dark curls under a dapper top hat, laying three cards out on the table before them, smiling with a smooth assurance.)

*TITLE CARD: Denise: Hoodoo Doctor with charms to spare*

(The screen is suddenly consumed by flames, which recede to reveal the scene has changed to a large and ominously empty church. A young man with bright red hair and clad in religious robes, clutches the holy bible in one hand, while the other holds a torch that casts his face in unsettling shadows.)

*TITLE CARD: Simon: Religious Zealot with a holy love for evil*

(The scene shifts to the deck of a large pirate ship, the sail bearing the image of a leering Jolly Roger. Standing at the helm of the ship is an elegant young woman of Indian descent who wears a golden hook on her right hand. With an eager yet composed smile, she orders her crew to fire on another ship.)

*TITLE CARD: Reshma: Pirate-Captain-to-be with a love for pillage and plunder*

(The scene changes to a dark and dank street, where a figure lurks in the shadows. Stepping out of the dark and lowering the hood of her cloak, the figure is revealed to be a young woman with gray streaks in her blonde hair, caressing the blade of her dagger with a small smile.)

*TITLE CARD: Lacey: Cold-blooded killer obsessed with youth*

(The screen is covered by a shower of gold coins, and when they clear away, we are once again underwater, this time in a cave filled to the brim with all manner of treasure. Standing in the midst of the largest mound of gold is a teen with pincer-like claws and wearing more jewelry than should be possible.)

*TITLE CARD: Jean: Theatrical Crustacean with a Love for all Things Shiny*

(With his most charming smile, the crustacean presents a shining golden bracelet to a boy with the ears and tail of a wolf, who smiles giddily as he accepts it. Austin T, the corrupt young sheriff of Nottingham, and Jean's darling 'wolfy'.)

(With a clap of lightning, the scene changes to the oaken doors of a fortress-like school, with a sign that reads 'DuPont Reform Academy'. The doors ominously open on their own volition.)

(Standing just inside the door are two women with fairy wings, one with a bright and cheerful smile, and the other with crossed arms and a hard expression. Caline Bustier and Olga Mendeliev, awaiting the arrival of their dastardly students.)

(The camera pans over to a hallway, just off the main entrance. Clutching her books tightly to her chest, a girl with silky brown hair and doe-like green eyes walks quickly down the hall, keeping a lookout for the villains that seem to have it out for her.)

*TITLE CARD: Lila: Tender Heart who can Never Tell a Lie*

(The scene changes to a small table by a sunlit window, where a very prim young man with blonde hair and finely tailored dress clothes sips his tea with his pinky raised, before setting his cup down on the saucer and leaving for the main hall.)

*TITLE CARD: Felix: English Gentleman and Friend of the Fairies*

(The shot then changes to a different hallway, where a young man with a blonde ponytail, a guitar slung over his back, and a vacant expression wanders with his head high in the clouds...causing him to fall down the stairs.)

*TITLE CARD: Xavier: Spacey Dude who can hold a killer tune*

(With a loud bang, a door is kicked open by a girl of Native American descent with a fierce expression, while the robotic young woman by her side, her sister, shakes her head fondly before the two join their fellow heroes.)

*TITLE CARD: Jess & Aeon: Junior Officer Sisters who Kick Major Villain Butt*

(We hear a shout of fury, and a chair is flung across the room, the camera moving to the direction it originated from. We see a girl with three rows of sharp teeth, bared in a fierce scowl as she stands on guard for the villains.)

*TITLE CARD: Missy: Heroic shark with Bite and Bark*

(Peeking out from behind a pillar, sending off sparks with nervous energy, is a boy with smooth, scaly skin, and a twitching ghost eye. Beckoned by Missy, he joins the other heroes.)

*TITLE CARD: Jesse: Anxious Eel with an electric side*

(The heroes all start and take defensive positions as the doors slam open, allowing ominous green mist to pour into the room. The villains then enter the school, grinning malevolently. Coming together as a group, they all give maniacal evil laughter before the words "Class of Villainy" appear on the screen in a flash of green flames. The screen then goes to black.)

Time to EEEEVIIIL! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of villainy #disney au #ml au #mlb ocs #intro sequence #intro

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 8

[part 1] [part 7] [part 9] [read on ao3]

December 31st, 12 hours to midnight

The first thing Steve did once he was home was shower, and proceed to spend a totally reasonable amount of time, shut up Robin fixing his hair before standing in front of his closet staring at his clothes.

Shit.

He really did dress like that all the time, huh?

In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have cared. But this was Eddie, and his metal band’s presumably also metal friends. If he went dressed like normal, they’d tear him apart, he just knew it. 

So he put on something comfortable and did what he did best: asked Robin for help.

“Steve!” Chrissy yelled as he came into the Waystation, smiling brightly. “Why do we let Robin cover your shifts? She’s a terror in the morning.”

Steve laughed as he came up to the counter and Chrissy started making him a drink. Robin came out of the back, decidedly not as chipper or peppy as her coworker.

“Two more hours and I can go home,” she muttered to herself. “What’s up, dingus?” She leaned on one side of the pickup counter while Steve leaned against the other.

“When you come home, I need you to help me find something to wear.”

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked, gesturing to the bright yellow pullover peeking out under his coat.

“I look like a tool is what’s wrong with it. C’mon, Rob, work with me here,” Steve groaned, leaning his head back. Chrissy giggled, sidling up next to Robin to slide Steve his coffee. “Thanks, Chris.”

“Of course. I don’t think you look like a tool,” she said, bending down to rest her elbows on the counter, chin cradled in her hands. “I like that sweater, it looks good on you. Brings out the green in your eyes.”

“Yeah, well, you guys have seen how Eddie dresses.”

“You don’t own anything like what Eddie wears,” Robin scoffed. Steve nodded, eyes wide, gesturing at her while he sipped his drink as if to say that’s exactly my point. She narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down as she thought, drumming her fingers against the counter.

“No, I asked him what I should wear, and he said, basically, anything other than what I wear to work. Actually, no, he specifically said something that would get me written up if I wore it here.”

“Well, that’s not a very high bar to clear,” Chrissy giggled.

“Oh, Chris, trust me, he looks like this all the time. He doesn’t have anything that would get him written up- OH!” Suddenly Robin’s face lit up. “But I do!”

“Robin, I appreciate the thought but I’m like, twice your size.”

“Yeah, Robbie, he’s not gonna fit in your clothes.”

“No, trust me, you’ll fit. Just, wait for me to get home, okay?” They were abruptly cut off when the door chimed and a group of college girls walked in. Chrissy immediately rushed to the front of the counter, leaving Steve and Robin to finish their conversation. Immediately the pair leaned in closer to each other.

“You’re gonna make me wear your pajamas, aren’t you?” Steve asked. The only clothes Robin had that might fit him were the oversized pajama shirts she insisted on wearing without pants around the house.

“They’re normal shirts, Steve, I just wear them as pajamas. I’ll be home in a bit. Go eat something. Preen. Style your hair again.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Steve ran a hand through his hair, feeling for anything out of place. Robin rolled her eyes.

“Nothing, you goof. Go home.” She gave him a loving but forceful tap on the forehead before stepping away to help Chrissy make drinks.

So home he went and there he waited, rifling through every article of clothing he owned three or seven times, trying to save himself from the fate of having to wear Robin’s pajamas, to no avail.

Robin came home and before he knew it he was sitting on her bed while she rummaged through her own clothes, trying not to think about what she and Vickie may have gotten up to in that bed the night before.

Suddenly, shirts came flying at him. Most of them were band tee shirts, and at least Robin had the decency to hand him the ones with bands he might at least be able to name a couple songs by so he wouldn’t make a total jackass of himself.

“Pick one. They’re all the same size, so any of them should fit,” Robin said, plopping down in her desk chair, spinning lazily back and forth while Steve examined the shirts.

“Uh… This one, I guess?”

“Green Day? Are you sure?”

“What’s wrong with Green Day?”

“I mean, nothing really, just historically like… Punks and metalheads… Ehh.” Robin grimaced, rocking her head side to side. Steve got the message. Maybe not the wisest decision.

“Well, why’d you throw it at me, then, genius?” Steve put the shirt down and grabbed a different one. “I don’t think, what is this, Fleetwood Mac is gonna fly at the metal band house show.”

“Guess that leaves Miss Joan Jett, then. Or Pearl Jam, but,” Robin shrugged and laced her fingers together behind her head.

“Nah, Joan Jett’s cool.” Steve sorted through for the shirt, the only white one in the pile of black.

“Hey, do you still have those pants you ordered online?”

“Uh… The black ones? Maybe, why?”

“Well, they were the right size, weren’t they? Just the wrong style?”

“Yeah, I mean, if by right size you mean tighter than hell, sure.”

“Exactly. You should wear ‘em.”

Steve sighed. He understood what she was getting at. Tight pants, rock band tee shirt, etc., he’d meet all the requirements of the genre and also, with any luck, Eddie would… Whatever. He took the shirt back to his room and dug through his closet to see if the bag of stuff he’d meant to donate was still in there somewhere.

It was.

Because of course it fucking was.

Robin came in after him a moment later while he changed, carrying another armful of clothes.

“Okay, and these,” she said, dumping them in a heap on his bed. “Are not all the same size, so I have no idea if they’ll fit you, but if one of them does, I think it’d tie the whole look together.”

Steve glanced over the pile. Plaid button downs, all of them, in a few different colors. Once he managed to wrestle the jeans on, he grabbed a flannel at random.

The red one was too small in the arms, the white one was too tight across the shoulders, the blue one somehow managed to be both too big and too small at the same time.

“Moment of truth,” Robin said from her place on his bed, handing him the green and black plaid shirt, the last one she had. Steve shrugged it on.

“Sleeves are too short,” he said, stretching his arms out.

“Does it feel okay everywhere else though?” Steve moved in it a bit, rolling his shoulders, reaching up over his head.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Wonderful! Just roll the sleeves up, no one’ll notice!”

Steve shrugged and unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt, looking at himself in the mirror on the back of his door as he rolled up the sleeves. Might not get him written up at work, but it sure didn’t look like anything else he ever wore.

“Holy shit, Steve,” Robin said, leaning forward. He turned his attention back to her. “You look like a real person!”

“Oh, fuck off,” he said, rolling his eyes and she burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m kidding! It looks good. Here, let me take a picture to send to Chrissy,” Robin smiled, pulling out her phone. Steve sighed and looked back at the mirror, fussing with his hair.

“Alright, do your worst,” he said, turning back to her, looking thoroughly uncomfortable.

“Oh, I already took it,” Robin shook her head, quickly typing on her phone. “You’re ridiculously photogenic, Steve, you look best in candids.”

“Well, at least show it to me before you send it,” Steve pleaded, coming around to kneel on the bed behind her. She tucked her phone close to her chest to keep him from looking.

“Fuck off, Chrissy has seen you explode whipped cream all over yourself, what are you worried about?”

“Can a man not want to see his own picture?”

“I’ll just send it to you, too,” Robin pushed his forehead, shoving him away from her. “There, dingus, read it and weep or something. Chrissy says you look hot, by the way.”

Steve heard his phone buzz on the nightstand and got up to look. In Robin’s defense, it was a pretty nice picture. Might make it his profile picture or something. He saved the photo and moved to slip his phone into his pocket, but changed his mind at the last minute.

Might as well get Eddie's opinion, too.

December 31st, 8 hours to midnight

Eddie stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, wet curls dripping down his back, and turned the volume down on his phone. Wayne was asleep, and as much as he loved his nephew, Eddie knew he would only put up with so much Dio.

Once he was back in the isolation of his bedroom, as he turned the volume back up, he noticed a text from Steve buried amongst the group chat notifications. It looked like Lucas and Gareth were having a heated debate about fireworks, and good god Eddie couldn't care less.

He opened Steve's text and… Oh. He could feel the blush creep over his whole body. He liked how Steve looked regularly, the polo shirts were goofy but they suited him, but suddenly he looked more like the rest of Eddie's friends and that suited him, too. Eddie could only stare, the original mission of getting dressed himself all but forgotten.

He saved the picture and sent it to Barb.

B:

hes gonna be the death of me

Are you with him right now?

no he just sent this to me

asked if that was an appropriate outfit for the party tonight

Is it?

yes but more importantly he is really testing my self control

I'm sure you'll be fine. When did he start wearing glasses?

huh. dunno. never seen him wear them before

my coffee guy<;3:

Look okay to you?

definitely. since when do you wear glasses?

Oh, god damn it. Do me a favor and pretend you didn't see those.

why? i like them

They look stupid, and my eyesight really isn't that bad. I can go without.

they look nice. you should wear them tonight

by the way im gonna be there early to pick you up. gareth wants me at the party early to actually sound check before the show

Well, I'm ready whenever I guess.

ill let you know when i get there

At that moment, Eddie became very aware of the fact that he was still wearing nothing but a towel. He sighed and tossed his phone on the bed, where it stayed blaring Metallica and Iron Maiden while Eddie got dressed in his "concert clothes," Jeff always called them. 

Eddie had three outfits that he cycled through for their shows, ranging from low effort to entirely over the top. The New Year's house show with his D&D group ranked in the low effort category. Ripped jeans and a black shirt that had the sleeves cut off and the sides slit open, with Corroded Coffin bleach-painted across the chest. Y'know, in case anybody forgot the name of the band. His other outfits were more elaborate, more leather, more chains. But this was a house party. 

A house party he was bringing Steve to.

He could class it up a bit, he supposed.

December 31st, 6.5 hours to midnight

"Okay, I gotta go catch the bus if I want to be at Dusty's party on time," Robin said, clipping new earrings in as she came into the living room to hug Steve goodbye. He paused his show and stood as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, have fun tonight, I'll see you tomorrow." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go. He fell back against the arm of the couch, watching her frantically tie her shoes and pull her coat on.

"I love you too, be safe. Send me lots of pictures and give the nerds my love."

"Will do!" Robin gave him a thumbs up and rushed out the door, leaving Steve by himself to anxiously wait for Eddie.

He didn't have to wait long.

Not ten minutes after Robin left, Steve felt his phone buzz with a text from Eddie that just read, here. Steve shot a quick text back and grabbed his own coat, doing a quick pocket check to make sure he had everything. Wallet, keys, phone charger wrapped up and tucked into the secret inside pocket of the bomber jacket. Lens cloth for the glasses he was begrudgingly wearing, because Eddie said they looked nice, and he wanted Eddie to think he looked nice.

He swallowed his anxiety and headed downstairs.

Eddie was waiting for him, not in the parking lot across the street, but directly in front of his building, and not in his van, but on a… motorcycle? Some vintage Harley that definitely wasn't at their trailer the night before.

“What the hell?” Steve laughed as Eddie smiled at him, one foot on the curb to keep the bike upright. “Where did this come from?”

Eddie held a helmet out to him. “Remember when you asked me what Alexei said to me?” Steve nodded, taking the helmet, trying to puzzle out how to wear the helmet and his glasses at the same time. “He asked if I still wanted to borrow his bike.”

“And uh. Why are we borrowing your weird neighbor’s motorcycle?”

“We can park it in the yard,” Eddie shrugged.

Steve paused, taking in the situation before him, and tucked his glasses into the secret inside pocket of this coat.

"Do I just… get on behind you?" Steve asked, holding the extra helmet gingerly in his hand.

"Yeah," Eddie laughed, and flipped his visor down. Steve put the helmet on, praying for his hair, and kicked a leg up over the bike. “Ready, sweetheart?” Steve wasn’t sure he heard Eddie right, but he nodded anyway. "Great. Hang onto me.”

When Steve hesitated, Eddie laughed and grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling it around Eddie’s waist. That seemed to jolt Steve out of whatever shock he’d gotten stuck in, and he wrapped his other arm around Eddie and held on tight as they took off up the road.

Steve had never been on a motorcycle. He'd driven a convertible before, and it was both the coolest and least safe he'd ever felt in a car. This was completely different. Riding behind Eddie, arms around his waist like he'd fly off the back if he let go, Steve felt a wild kind of freedom. If only his parents could see him now, he thought.

He could barely appreciate the view of the city blurring past before Eddie was pulling into a driveway. Deep down, Steve almost wished the ride would take longer, just so he would have an excuse to keep holding onto Eddie. But as he pulled the helmet off and took in his surroundings, he realized it wasn't as unfamiliar as he'd expected. Eddie pushed the kickstand down and pulled his own helmet off, shaking out his hair as Steve took in the sight of the house he’d been in a hundred times before.

"Wait, hang on-" 

"Eddie!" Whatever Steve was about to say was interrupted by a kid with fluffy hair welcoming Eddie into the garage. Steve recognized him from the picture on Eddie's fridge of the sparkler fight.

"Steve?" A familiar voice called. 

Dustin was leaning against a speaker, breathing heavily like he had carried it himself, looking as confused as Steve felt.

Dustin, Steve, and Eddie all glanced quickly between each other, realization setting in. The other shoe dropped as they all spoke in confused unison:

"You two know each other?"

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AAAAAAAA here it is !!!! this chapter comes with art which i will link [here] once it's posted!!!

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#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fic #text

[awesamforehead]

What if, at the end of the milk bucket game, a bulletproof glass pane comes down at the end of each losing teams corresponding number? Separating the players and keeping the losers from escaping.

(aka this is me giving a 'reason' as to why Hannah and Suzyroxx couldn't move from their pen and gave it my own flair. Spoilers for day 5 of squidcraft 2)

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sc!Hannah being confused when she got back to her teams cow pen. Her going up to it and knocking her knuckles against it, it sounded pretty thick.

And due to it being thick, sound is a little muffled. She couldn't hear her fellow competeters completely but she still gave her ggs. Her and Suzy gave their thoughts on why they couldn't get the buckets acrossed as fast, those things were heavy as fuck. She still got one final laugh out after she asked Aldo and Roier to sing her a song, only for it be some free style rap.

She almost forgot her situation until Sapnap's voice yelled through the glass, clear as day.

"Hannah! Look at me, Hannah! Don't look back!"

Against her better judgement, she looked back. Her heart sank to her stomach once she saw the guard approaching her, assult rifle in hands.

Hannah lets out a cry as she curls up her fists, banging them against the glass. Maybe if she hits hard enough, it will crack. Give leway, something. Seems like Suzy noticed the guard too, as she was also punching against the glass.

But no matter what they did; punching, kicking, throwing their whole body weight against it, the glass didn't budge.

Hannah leaned her body against the glass, winded from using all her energy. This was it, her time was up. Dammit, she wanted to go to the finals, not lose just before it. Now she has to die with a barrier separating her from her friends (Were they still friends at this point?). Reaching over to her right, she grabs Suzy's sweaty hand in a tight grip. Just as strong, Suzy grips hers back.

At least she wont be totally alone.

Hearing a bang against the glass, Hannah looks up to see sc!Sapnap leaning his head against the glass right up against hers, so they were face to face. Sapnap placed his hand palm open on the glass next to his head, and Hannah lifted hers up to place it right over his. She holds back a sob as she does this.

"Look at your friends Hannah! Don't look back, look at your friends, ok?" Sapnap's voice was still clear through the glass. His voice was steady and calm, but it did nothing for her nerves.

Hannah's sobs got loud as she heard the rifle behind her being loaded before the first gunshots rang out. She felt Suzy's grip on her hand loosen as her body fell backward on the ground, the momentum of the fall causing their hands to separate. Blood splattered widely on the glass, but none of the bullets broke through or even cracked the glass. Bulletproof.

Sapnap's voice got more frantic as he saw the gun point towards Hannah, "Keep looking at your friends Hannah! We'll win this for you! You hear me, we'll win this for you!"

Hannah didn't get to respond as she felt the searing pain before she hear the gunshot. Her knees fell underneath her, and she fell down to her side. Her ears were ringing, but she could still hear her friends crying out for her and banging against the glass.

She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as her last breath. Guess they were friends in the end.

#squidcraft #squidcraft 2 #squidcraft fic #hannahxxrose #sapnap #fuck it we balling #sorry if a) if hannah is ooc (?) in any way i dont watch her all that often #and b) this is more centric on Hannah and Sap. I know George and other ccs are there but Sapnap's lines during that part really got to me #ill be so upset (not really) if this flops lol

[ausetkmt]

The murder of three Black people in a racist killing in Jacksonville, Florida, has devastated the community and stoked renewed outrage over the state’s increasingly loose gun regulations.

The white gunman who perpetrated the Jacksonville shooting appears to have legally acquired the weapons used in the attack, a Glock handgun and an AR-15-style rifle emblazoned with swastikas. The US attorney general, Merrick Garland, announced on Sunday that the justice department would investigate the attack as “a hate crime and an act of racially motivated violent extremism”.

The Saturday shooting came four months after Governor Ron DeSantis, a Republican and now a presidential candidate, signed a law enacting permitless carry in Florida. The law eliminated Florida’s previous requirements mandating that those wishing to carry a concealed gun must complete safety training and undergo a background check.

It remains unclear whether a more thorough background check would have impeded gun purchases for the shooter, who had no criminal arrest history but was once held involuntarily in a mental health facility. As authorities continue to investigate the shooting, gun safety advocates and racial justice leaders have called for a re-examination of Florida’s firearm regulations. They fear that more tragedies like that which occurred in Jacksonville will prove inevitable if the state remains awash with guns in the hands of unpermitted owners.

“Gun violence has been a serious problem in Florida, and with the passage of permitless carry earlier this year, it will undoubtedly rise,” said Samantha Barrios, Florida state director for the gun safety group Giffords. “Florida’s weak gun laws have made us home to too many mass shootings. If Governor DeSantis is serious about stopping future tragedies he would support overturning permitless carry and work to strengthen Florida’s gun laws.”

The Jacksonville chapter of the NAACP similarly urged the Florida legislature to reconsider the permitless carry law.

“We are committed to supporting efforts that safeguard our communities from these acts of racial violence,” the chapter said in a statement. “Together, we must work towards a future where hate has no place and where all individuals can live without fear of senseless attacks.”

The shooting has sparked additional criticism of DeSantis and his policies on guns and education, after the governor signed a bill restricting the discussion of race in Florida’s schools. As DeSantis attended a vigil for the three victims of the Jacksonville shooting on Sunday, he was met with loud boos from the crowd. Videos of the event showed one attendee yelling at DeSantis, “Your policies caused this!”

The grief and outrage over the Jacksonville shooting may prompt DeSantis and his Republican allies in the Florida legislature to reconsider the permitless carry law. But there is some warranted skepticism of that possibility, given that DeSantis already signed the bill in April over loud objections from his constituents. One survey conducted earlier this year by the University of North Florida’s Public Opinion Research Lab showed 77% of Florida voters, including 62% of Republicans, do not support permitless carry.

Despite the many challenges to overturning the law, gun safety activists expressed commitment to ensuring the safety of Florida’s residents and holding DeSantis accountable. As the Jacksonville community grieves, the Democratic congressman Maxwell Frost said he hoped DeSantis would sit down with gun safety advocates to discuss how to prevent the next shooting.

“Activists and organizers have been asking him to travel the state and sit down with people since he’s gotten into office, and he never does it,” Frost told CNN on Sunday. “What I would tell him is, ‘Governor, we need a special session on gun violence. We needed it when you first started, and we need it now more than ever.’”

#Racist killings in Florida stoke outrage at state’s loose gun laws #florida #racism #white supremacy #lynchings in florida #Black Lives Matter

[glacialswordsman]

∗ 52 // :3 what better way to try and reconcile by sacrificing yourself for your brother ✨

∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . | what is with y'all wanting to hurt me so bad what did i ever do to deserve this (everything)

The world stopped in that single instant.

Why was this happening?

Just a minute ago Kaeya and Diluc had been fighting back-to-back, moving in complete synchronization as they fought of some Fatui skirmishers that had made their home at the base of Dragonspine. They had long since known that there were Fatui camping out on the mountain, and said organization hasn’t done anything that would have warranted a visit from the Knights—not until recently, at least. These skirmishers did not take kindly to Kaeya trying to schmooze them so they can spill what the hell they were even doing there.

For some reason, Diluc was there too, having followed Kaeya along yet hung a distance back as to let the Knight do his job (and presumably also to avoid the risk of Kaeya incessantly pestering him).  That’s fine, he can play back-up all he wants.

Though, the sight of flaming hair really set off these skirmishers, recognizing Diluc for who he was: Snezhnaya’s #1 wanted criminal and persona-non-grata. Technically speaking, the Fatui had no right to bring Diluc with them to the Cryo Archon’s lands. They had absolutely no jurisdiction here. Yet, they had enough cojones to try and take care of him themselves.

Thus began the fight between the Cavalry Captain, the Vigilante, and the Fatui.

One wouldn’t think that they’d work so well in a fight together, that they’d just clash and only make the entire situation worse—but they grew up together. They trained together to become Knights. Diluc would know Kaeya’s movements by heart, and while it took Kaeya a while to catch onto the older man’s style with his claymore, he was quick to learn. And so they fought with everything they got, shifting between each other like water as they swapped sides to land their hits or block some for the other.

Until now.

A pyro gunner had situated himself in the distance, somewhat hidden due to the commotion his comrades were in the middle of. The only reason Diluc had managed to see him was due to the glint of the gunner’s scope. As the last skirmisher (that was in close-quarters) fell, the blazing inferno of a man shoved the Captain away as a loud ‘bang’ rang out through the base of the mountain.

Before Kaeya knew it, he was down on the snow-covered ground, with the young Master’s body slumped on top of his own. The Captain was frozen, unable to even begin parsing what just happened—until he felt warmth seep from Diluc and onto his own clothes.

Sharply inhaling, he moved the man that had once burned so brightly off of himself and onto his back, taking stock of his injury, noting the blood blooming and staining his already dark coat to black. Kaeya looked down at himself and saw the crimson staining his white and blue outfit, a stark contrast on his form.

He had been shot.

“—Diluc. Diluc—answer me… Hey!”

Panic rose within Kaeya as he suddenly felt so nauseous, bile threatening to rise up his throat. He whipped his head around towards the direction he heard the rifle go off, but the Fatui filth had long departed. Damn him.

Damn him!

Looking back down at the man whose life continued to escape him, Kaeya quickly tried to put pressure on the wound after removing his cloak and fur stole. He doesn’t care if it they’ll be unsalvageable, he doesn’t care if the chill of Dragonspine would seep into his bones, he doesn’t give a single fuck! If Diluc can’t be salvaged, then what use were they to him anyway?!

“Diluc—Luc, please—. Please, Lulu, just hang on. I have you, I do, I promise! Don’t you dare die on me, stupid brother!” he yelled before crying out for someone, anyone to help them. To hear his pleas and to save his brother. Please, not again.

Not again… He can’t lose him again. Not for good.

#ic. ✧ #our beloved cavalry captain. ✧; main verse #noctuafought #how dare you #youre lucky i love the pain so much that i had to crank this one out as my last post for the night #(answered ask. ✧) #tw blood #tw gun #tw death #? #maybe? #tw emetophobia #somewhat

[7-foot-wolfwood-punisher]

I have OPINIONS.

firstly. I’m here because of @lonelysnowymemes​ introducing me to this fandom. We watched the 90s anime before stampede.

EPISODE 10 SPOILERS BELOW.

however, my opinions are entirely based on episode 10 and how Vash just takes a shot and does nothing about it except like. pout. I cannot tell you how many times I paused this episode to yell out loud about things and my thoughts. Which this isn’t dissing anything either, the animation style and efforts are really nice and lovely in stampede, so kudos to their efforts. (Even if the plot feels like they are throwing darts at a timeline and smashing it together. and they put Wolfwood into loafers with no socks. WHO DOES THAT.) anyway, this isn’t about that.

this is about dumb and fucking dumber. SPECIFICALLY ABOUT WHEN VASH WAS SHOT. The scope on that gun insinuates that it’s got distance, which means that gun has quite a bit of power behind it in order to travel that distance. This is absolutely a long range gun, as usually shorter ranges won’t need a scope this techy or would need a laser sight.

So, there’s no real reason that Vash wouldn’t probably fall the fuck down when he’s shot, right? Especially considering this guy is on the upper railing and is closer, and even from that distance it’ll fucking hurt. Especially as the gunshot has enough power to flick blood onto Wolfwood’s cheek.

That’s a pretty hefty round, I’d probably assume it’s gonna be a larger round too. Not only does Vash not fall over, he at BEST hunches inward a little bit and more or less just stares at the metal under his feet like - bestie, are you good?? that’s a good powered shot you just got hit with. Not even a stumble back a little bit? Also, Wolfwood why are you not going absolutely berserk?? dude just got SHOT next to you and clearly you are concerned and attached. Then Vash just ups and WALKS OFF. He doesn’t even initially stumble there, while yes you could said adrenaline makes it easier, it’s still remarkably cool and unaffected by the shot that literally just THREW blood onto Wolfwood’s face.

like dude. come on you just got shot. at least you know, walk with a little bit more curve inwards to protect that part???? But okay, whatever. we’ll move on to the part where you just are CHILLING IN THE SEWER SYSTEM, HANGING OUT WITH THE WOUND. Which might I add, at that distance and with the possible power of a long-range rifle, would’ve ripped right through his torso and made a larger exit wound on the back. that coat should be torn by all rights. Instead it didn’t make it out, and is just hanging out in there???

my man at least cry a little bit, that is a wee bit more pain than like a scrape. You got SHOT VASH. AND THEN HE JUST GOES IN THERE WITH HIS HAND, DIGGING AROUND IN HIS OWN BODY WITH NO PAIN KILLER OR REACTION.

VASH THAT’S HOW YOU GET AN INFECTION. Not to mention, the bullet is fully intact and didn’t balloon or explode at all inside of you????? It must’ve hit something to keep from popping out the other side, and that would have had to been hard enough to at least crush the tip.

if we are ignoring the fact that it should’ve been mauled, you at least could’ve kept it and re shelled it?? come on, save money in this economy. ALSO WHO GIVES MECHANICAL ARMS FINGERNAILS. THAT SEEMS UNNEEDED. but seriously, i get you are a plant and ain’t human, but even you shouldn’t just casually walk it off and rip it out later. TLDR: vash shouldn’t have been able to walk off being shot with like no reaction, and should’ve had more pain and reaction, and shouldn’t have been able to rip out the bullet (that shouldn’t be intact) that easily without even a whimper.

#trigun stampede #Vash the Stampede #Nicholas D. Wolfwood #Episode 10 #trigun spoilers #i have OPINIONS. #SO MANY OF THEM #fun episode tho

[jedi-princess-kestis]

Shadows of the Force

Chapter 2: The Cyber Center

Warnings: star wars warfare, language, injury

Summery: things start to heat up during the mission, and a new discovery is made.

Word Count: 3.2K

Previous chapter

"Not our primary target." Shadow said as she leaned against a tree along the treeline they were hiding in.

"It's an outpost. Should we take it?" Rex spoke up behind her. He looked around, trying to see if there was a way around it.

"Probably easier than going around. All right, what are your orders?" Hunter turned to face Rex, looking at the Captain and Lieutenant. "We pick them off from the tree line one-by-one?" He asked, pointing to a few different droids.

Rex looked over at Shadow before turning back to look at Hunter. Even with his helmet on you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. "Actually, I was thinking we'd take a page from your book."

"Rush them head-on." Scarlett spoke up from behind Hunter. She smiled before putting her helmet on. She likes taking the fight to them for once.

"Ha, I like your style." Hunter chuckled before drawing his blasters from their holsters on his hips. They jumped from the treeline, firing and shooting down droids as they yelled. Shadow pulled out her WESTAR-34 and DC-17 blasters. Her WESTAR-34 was Mandalorian made, a sleek looking blaster pistol, silver in color. They ran around the droids, blaster them, Hunter using his knife to cut them down. They raced inside the tower and went up, her back pressed to Hunter's as they stood back to back on the lift. She saw Scarlett standing back to back with Crosshair, both their rifles in hand. Scarlett had an Assault Rifle, Mandalorian made, used by protectors on their home world. She could feel Hunter breathing, could feel his heart beating through his ribs. She took a deep breath as the lift came to a halt and droids were all around them.

"Blast em!" The droid yelled closest to her and she shot off it's head. "Nice shot." Hunter said as he threw his knife into another droid. Soon all the droids in the tower were down, Wrecker throwing a fit that the fight was already over.

"Easy big guy. We'll find you more droids to crush." She said, patting his large arm, making him smile. The large clone pulled her into a hug, making her gasp for air as she laughed.

"Oh I like you!" He said in his loud booming voice. She pulled free and smiled, patting his chest before turning to face Rex and Hunter. She pulled her helmet off and tucked it under her arm as she watched Tech get to work.

"Not bad. For a reg." Hunter said, punching Rex in the arm. Rex gave him a half smile before turning to the large window behind him and looking out to a huge building in the trees.

"All right, there it is. The Cyber Center." he said pointing at it. The others gathered around him and looked out. Shadow cursed under her breath and shook her head.

"Oh that's gonna be fun." She said as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Scarlett bumped her shoulder to Shadow's before going to sit with Tech to work on the computers.

"It looks like the Cyber Center itself has minimal guards, about 30 droids. Oh…" Scarlett's voice trailed off as she looked at the computers. She looked over at Tech and he nodded his head, showing he saw what she was seeing.

"What's up?" Shadow asked, sensing her sister's rising concern. She leaned over her shoulder to look at the holomap to see what she was seeing.

"Wait. Wait! I got a massive signal coming in." Tech said his voice filled with concern. He tapped away at his Holopad, trying to figure out how big of an attack was coming their way.

"A whole platoon of droids is headed this way." Shadow said, looking back over at Rex and Hunter. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the desk behind her. She waited for one of the boys to come up with a plan.

"Someone's noticed our handiwork back at the crash site." Hunter said, a bit of pride in his voice. He then looked at Shadow and she smiled.

"Yeah. They noticed how much you guys destroyed their droids. Doesn't feel like they were happy about that." She joked to him before turning to Rex.

"Make sure you keep an eye on those incoming Separatist forces. I want to know when they reach this outpost." Rex said to Tech as he picked up his helmet off the desk where he placed it. He nodded to the group, and they grabbed their helmets and got their blasters ready.

"You got it, Cap!" Tech said his voice was clear. He turned to Scarlett, handing her a Holopad. "This way you can keep track of it as well." She took the Holopad and tucked it into her chest pack with a pat. Tech nodded in approval at this.

"Careful, or Tech will soon feel his mind Is not the smartest in the group." Crosshair said as he winked at Scarlett, giving his brother a teasing glance. Scarlett laughed before patting him on the chest.

"You should be worried about if I make you look like the second best shooter in the group." She teased. She watched as he rolled the toothpick in his lips before giving her a playful glare. Shadow watched them as they teased each other. She has never seen her sister like this before, never seen her…. Flirt.

"We'll grab some speeder bikes and flank them from the back." She heard Hunter say to Rex, pulling her from her train of thought. Rex nodded before telling them to move out. She went to grab her helmet when she felt a hand on her arm.

"You alright? You seem a bit… distracted." Hunter said standing beside her. She looked into his dark caramel eyes and felt her heart flutter. She nodded her head and made sure she had her blasters.

"Yes I'm fine. I was watching my sister with Crosshair… I swear she was… flirting with him." She said before pulling her helmet on. She saw Hunter raise an eyebrow before looking over at his brother strapping his rifle to his back. He nodded his head, the few loose short hairs that got free from his bandana bouncing against his forehead. She found it herself wishing she could run her hands through his long black hair. The thought surprised her, she never felt this way towards a clone. She always saw them as men, never as just soldiers, but she never felt herself drawn towards a clone before.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. He never talks this much to people outside of our squad." He agreed with her. Everyone got on the lift and went back down to ground level, going around to the back to get the speeder bikes. They would have to double up to all make it on the bikes.

"Shadow, you go with Hunter, Jesse with me, Scarlett with Crosshair, you two are my eyes in the sky, Tech with Wrecker. Let's move." Rex told them as he jumped into a speeder bike behind Jesse and took off. Shadow gave a small salute to her twin before getting on the speeder bike. She watched as Scarlett held onto Crosshair as they took off for the nearby hill to snipe from. She looked over to Hunter and smiled under her helmet.

"Come on Dark and Broody, let's go!" She exclaimed as she started up the bike. She heard him laugh and felt him sit himself behind her, his hands going around her waist. She shivered at the feeling, his hands flat against her armored stomach. His chest was pressed to her back as she took off after Rex, Jesse, Tech and Wrecker. The sensors in her helmet lighting up on the screen, showing her the life forms around her plus the droids around the Cyber Center. Thankfully the Clones were the only life forms around.

"Shadow, Hunter, Tech, Wrecker. Head up to that hill behind the Center. Make a diversion to draw out as many droids as you can. Jesse and I will go towards the front and pick off ones we can to give you a clear shot to the front door." Rex's voice filled her helmet as it came over the coms. She watched as Jesse drove to the right, going towards the tree line near the front doors. She turned left and went up the hill, following Tech as he drove around the crystal like trees. They kept going till they reached the top of a hill behind the Center and turned off their bikes. Shadow turned off her bike and felt Hunter shift behind her. His hands slowly moved from her belly where his hands had been holding on down to her hips and then slowly to her back before his touch was gone. She held her breath as her senses went into overload with the light touches. She could practically hear him smiling under his helmet as she tried to keep her body from reacting.

"You good there Ver'alor?" His voice sounded a bit smug, like he was smirking as he spoke. She hated how smug he sounded. Like he was proud of himself for pulling a reaction from her body.

"I'm fine, Ruus'alor." Shadow answered, emphasizing his rank at the end, addressing him by rank like he did her in Mando'a. She heard him chuckle under his helmet and she was thankful he couldn't see her blush. She turned her attention towards Tech and Wrecker who were looking around at a huge pile of rock. She got off the speeder and pulled up a display on the holoscreen on her visor and looked around to see if the others were in place.

"Is everyone in position?" Rex's voice once again filled her comms.

"Affirmative." Hunter spoke up, pulling out his blasters. Shadow pulled out hers as well and got ready for whatever Wrecker had planned.

"Affirmative." Scarlett's voice then filled her ears. She turned her head and looked to the east, seeing a small glimpse of her sister and Crosshair on the far hill, above Rex and Jesse. She looked over at Tech as his Holopad started to beep.

"Cap, you wanted to know when those Separatist forces breached the outpost." He spoke up looking down at the Holopad. She looked over his shoulder and saw a huge group of droids making their way to the outpost.

"Well, they're getting there just about now." Scarlett finished for him. She looked down at the Holopad and then at Crosshair who was laying down in his belly, lined up with his rifle. He turned to face her and gave her a nod.

"Looks like the fun is about to begin." He said before turning back to look through his scoop once more. Scarlett smiled under her helmet and drew her rifle, getting down onto the ground beside him.

"Then let's party." She said with a smirk. They waited till Wrecker started a rock slide down the hill, taking out some droids as it went. The two snipers started picking off droids at the front door and tower as Jesse and Rex took out more from the ground level. She turned her gun and saw her twin sliding down the hill behind the rocks with the other clones, firing their blasters at clankers as they went.

Shadow soon reached the bottom of the hill, she charged the door with the others covering Tech as he pulled out his Holopad to start opening the door.

"Hmm. This is a delicate operation." Tech hummed to himself as he tapped away on his Holopad.

Wrecker walked up to the doors and slammed his body against it, busting it open. "Boom! You take too long." He said to Tech as he looked down at his brother. You could hear the smile on his face as he spoke. Shadow shook her head and followed the others inside, blasting more droids on their way. Hunter took out his knife and started cutting down droids. Shadow felt her legs grow weak as she watched him spin and weave around the droids, cutting them down, his muscles on full display even through his armor. She shook her head as she saw a droid come up behind him so she grabbed her knife and threw it over his shoulder, hitting the droid between the eyes. Hunter turned to look at her over his shoulder and she nodded her head at him.

"Nice aim." He said, praising her before they took off for the computer room. They covered Hunter and Wrecker pulled open the doors, taking out the remaining droids in the room.

"Alright we're in." Hunter said, looking around the room making sure it was clear. "Tech, get to work on these computers. We'll go get the regs."

Shadow followed Hunter and Wrecker to the main doors where Rex and Jesse were still fighting droids and Crosshair and Scarlett were picking them off from the hill.

"What the…" One droid said before being blown up.

"Hey, where did you come from…" Another said before Hunter's knife cut him down. Wrecker went trigger happy and cut the others down till no more were around.

"What took you so long, Wrecker?" Rex joked as Jesse and him walked up to the main doors.

"Hey, this is a "delicate operation." Wrecker said, making fun of what Tech had said earlier. Shadow rolled her eyes under her helmet and looked out over the treeline. She heard the sound of tanks long before the others did. Well maybe not Hunter. She saw him perk up a bit and look out towards the trees as well. She knew he heard the same thing she did.

"Better get in there, Cap." His thick smokey voice filled her ears as they made a path for Rex to get past them. "We'll hold them off till Tech and Rex find what they are looking for." He said once Rex ran to find Tech. Shadow nodded and looked at Jesse, who was making sure his blaster was fully loaded. She pulled out her WESTAR-34 and DC-17, twirling them around her fingers. She then aimed her blasters at the on coming tanks and droids.

"Alright boys. Keep up!" She called out as she took off running, jumping into the ledge of the Cyber Center and pulling herself up so she had the higher ground. She started blasting the droids as they fell from their tanks, picking them off one by one. She saw blaster bolts coming down from the hill to her right and she knew Crosshair and Scarlett were taking out as many as they could as well. Hunter started cutting down droids with his knife and Jesse and Wrecker stood back to back, rapidly firing their blasters into the oncoming army. She threw her own knife into a droid that got too close to Jesse and he pulled it free once it fell, letting it sink back into another droid before throwing it back up to her. She caught it and threw it once more, hitting a droid that came up behind Hunter. She jumped down from the ledge and raced towards him and pulled the knife free from the droid, standing with her back to his.

"Having fun yet?" She yelled over the blaster fire around them. She heard him laugh before shooting down another droid. She felt a blaster bolt hit her shoulder plate, thankfully the Beskar armor saving her from real damage. It still hurt though and she knew she have a bruise for sure.

"You alright?!" Hunter asked, his voice laced with worry as he looked at the burn mark from the bolt on her shoulder plate.

"Just perfect." She hissed as she moved her arm to throw her knife once more.

Hunter places his finger to the side of his helmet and turned on his comms "Crosshair, we're gonna need a lift."

"Not gonna be a problem." She heard the tall silver haired sniper say. She was really growing tired of all these droids and their non stop firing. "I'm really getting over this now!" She yelled in frustration as she shot down five more droids. She growled as her arm started to swell in her armor. Hunter races back into the center to get Tech and Rex as they were starting to get out numbered. After a few minutes the three clones raced out of the Cyber Center and fired on more droids. Crosshair and Scarlett flew in on a transport.

"Need a ride?" Scarlett yelled as she shot down a droid.

"You're timing is perfect as always, dear Sister." Shadow cheered as they raced to get into the transport. Crosshair gunned it and took off once they were all in. She sat down on the floor and let out a deep breath as she put her blasters away. She winced in pain as her shoulder was throbbing. She unclipped her shoulder plate and slid it off her arm.

"You okay there?" Hunter asked, sitting down beside her. He reached up and slowly pulled away the fabric of her shirt to look at the bruising on her shoulder. He cringed and gave her a sympathetic look. "That looks nasty. I don't think it broke anything and thankfully it didn't go through the armor… but you'll be sore for a few days for sure." He softly put the sleeve of her shirt down again. She nodded her head and sighed as she leaned her head back against the seat behind her. She felt him pay her knee before he got up to make sure the others were fine.

"That number, Cap, what did it mean?" She heard Tech say from the seat over. She turned her head so she could hear them better and so she could see them a bit more.

"CT-1409... that was Echo's number." Rex answered with a far away look in his eyes. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "He's alive." Was all he said before he looked back towards the Cyber Center once more before it disappointed behind the mountains. She could feel his pain and confusion rolling off of him in waves. She knew the clones lost their brothers by the thousands at a time. She knew how hard it was to lose family, but she had no idea what it was like on his end. To lose so many brothers, so many of his flesh and blood for a war they never had to be in. At least she had a choice about joining the war, they didn't. And now… now one of his own brothers could very well be a prison of war. Shadow looked over at Rex and placed a hand on his knee.

"Verd ori'shya beskar'gam. He is of your blood…. And it's time for your Vod to come home." Shadow told him, making a vow to him in her own way. One she would soon not break by any means.

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[hoodoo12]

Rock and Roll (2/?)

NSFW. Dewey Finn x OC.

They stumbled out onto the street and she started down the alley, rifling through her pockets for some cigarettes. She retrieved her pack and turned to him. "You smoke?"

Somehow he kept his feet despite Mora grabbing his hand and bulling her way through the crowd, and that pleasant, tipsy-but-not-fully-drunk fuzziness in his head. The crisp night air cleared some of that away.

Mora was already on her way. She exuded confidence he would follow, even though they just met. The alley wasn't well lit until she asked if he smoked and the flame from a lighter threw an orange cast to her face.

"No," he replied. "It might give depth to the voice but it's not so cool if the kids found out."

He hoped seeming kind of vanilla--more than he already was--wouldn’t change her mind. To buy back some cred and seem less lame, he added,

"I'm not against the occasional joint, though."

The first drag was always the best. She held it in for a moment before exhaling deeply; almost a sigh of relief.    She tucked everything back in her pockets as the turned from the alley to the sidewalk. Just a few streets away.

"Oh, you're in luck, then. I've got some rolled at home." She grinned and took another drag.

Eventually, they arrived at her apartment building. The main entrance door led to some stairs that led up to her apartment. The building's structure was a bit outdated so it wasn't exactly the Ritz but it was an affordable place within walking distance of everything downtown. Mora unlocked the apartment and shucked her jacket it off once they entered past her entry way.

It was a tiny one bedroom but it had its charms. Her own gothy interior design added a nice, modern touch to an otherwise ancient building. Her guitars were displayed in the corner of the living room adjacent to the TV. Her couch was a deep purple with a suede feel. She tossed her jacket over the side of it and plopped down, patting the spot next to her for Dewey to sit.

"If I had known you smoked, I would have suggested we come back here and chill a lot sooner." She smiled, retrieving a pre-rolled joint from a box on the coffee table. The paper crinkled as she ignited the end of it and took a long inhale and exhale.

"Sometimes I like staying in more than I like going out. I'm a pretty extroverted introvert. Besides, you get to know someone way better when you're not yelling over a loud band." Mora giggled and passed the joint over to Dewey.

Dewey followed along, trying his best not to look too stalker-ish or desperate. He almost stepped on her heels when she paused to take off her jacket.

Mora's place had more style than he could ever hope to achieve. Catching sight of her guitars, his first instinct was to go check them out--he tended to gravitate towards things like that; it helped cover up the feeling he was out of place--but she sank onto her couch and patted the cushion beside her, leaving him no choice but to sit down too.

Unlike her relaxed pose, he sat stiffly with both feet on the floor. The joint would loosen him up. He hoped. His left knee bounced, a visual representation of his nerves. Clamping a hand onto it, he took the offered blunt and took a drag, holding the smoke in his lungs longer than a breath.

He passed it back before he released it .

"I don't get out as much any more," he lamented. "Work and ... stuff, you know."

He still wasn't sure hearing about taking classes to be a bona-fide, productive membod society would win points or not.

"What do you do, when you're not listening to bad karaoke?"

Mora observed Dewey's features as he took his turn with "puff, puff, pass" and replied to her comment. The smoke poured out of his mouth as he spoke and shadowed his face. She couldn't quite make out his expression but his body language seemed rigid. If it wasn't for the alcohol running through her small frame, and now weed, she probably would be the same but it was more her style to panic on the inside while appearing cool and aloof.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips at his comment. "Well... By day, I'm a barista. On days off, usually fiddle around on guitar, watch bad movies and smoke weed. The usual stuff.  Post band break up? Not much. That's why I was there. Scouting for new musicians." 

"And apparently very cute ones too." She looked up from her lap with just her doe eyes and gave a coy smile.

Intending to look like he was more focused on the joint, Dewey actually did his best to listen to Mora's reply. She had a good voice; she said she played guitar but maybe she also did vocals?

wonder what kind of vocals she does in bed, the dirty part of his brain whispered.

He coughed due to embarrassment to his own internal monologue and passed the joint back as he tried to get himself back under control.

It was only then that he realized that maybe she'd think he had an embarrassed fit because she casually flirted with him. Maybe now she was getting the wrong idea! His anxiety brain started spiralling. Maybe she was going to think she read him wrong, that she made a mistake--

"I'm not gay!" Dewey blurted with the first breath he could take semi-normally.

The random rise of urgency in Dewey's voice startled Mora. Out of instinct, she laughed but quickly realized that that was probably rude. "I didn't think so. Maybe a little bi-curious..."

Then, she  paused, examined his face and gave an empathetic smile.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Dewey. Hey... you look like you've got a lot on your brain. Why don't you tell me what's troubling you?"

The rocky slope of "bi-curious" wasn't one he wanted to even attempt to navigate at the moment. Dewey grinned weakly at her assessment, and brightened considerably when she clarified it was a tease.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I, uh, get a little paranoid when I smoke," he replied. 

He held up a hand to indicate he didn't want it back, then put both hands on his legs above his knees, gripping his thighs as it to make sure his legs didn't bounce or his didn't do anything else weird.

Mora sitting so close, examining him, asking a deeper question than expected twisted things up inside him. If he spilled his guts to her, he could always claim it was because he was drunker or more high than he thought. Or he could just blow it off and head back home, like basically all the other nights, iike most of his life--no matter how much he fantasized about the rock star-plus-groupie lifestyle that was so far out of reach it might as well have been on the moon--

"I'm just . . . nervous, is all," he admitted, staring at his hands. Because his knee couldn't bounce, the fingers on his left hand rubbed his jeans, the callouses there making noise on the fabric. "I don't often--well, ever, really--get asked home by hot chicks--women! Hot women!"

He risked a glance over at her.

The anxiety was practically radiating off of him. In a way, she kind of felt bad for him. Felt bad for making him uncomfortable or putting him out his element. His hand rubbed at the denim on his leg and she instinctively put a hand on top of his, to soothe his fidgeting and stop it. Partially for her own sake. She held his hand and gave it a squeeze, making eye contact to make sure he knew she was listening to him.

"I don't know if this'll make you feel better, Dewey, but I'm nervous too." Mora smiled softly. "I mean, the liquor helps a bit... but I'm nervous as fuck right now."

A laugh followed but it wasn't because it was actually funny but more so because, well, she was nervous and admitting that was hard.

"I don't do this very often either but you caught my eye and I'm a bit of a go-getter. I promise I'm not as scary as I look. You don't need to be intimidated by me." 

She gave a pregnant pause as she let what she said sit with him.

"No expectations for tonight. I'm down for whatever. If you want, I can call you a cab if you think you wanna hit the sack."

Mora's hand was warm. And soft. And strong! The squeeze she gave him compressed his fingers, but it felt . . . nice. He attempted to relax to not scare her hand away.

He couldn't help but scoff a little at her confession. "You? Nervous? Yeah right. You kissed me in the bar. A go-getter," He made one-handed finger quotes around the term, "is the understatement of the year." 

Dewey chuckled. If she could tease, so could he.

Time to channel some of her energy. A concerted effort to make it as smooth as possible--instead of shaking like a leaf--he flipped his hand under hers so their palms were together. His fingers automatically laced with hers, and that felt even nicer.

Mora threw her head back and laughed at his comment. The laughter came with some relief that Dewey was loosening up. Her head returned to its usual positioning and she smiled softly at him.

Their hands entwined created a feeling in her stomach she hadn't felt in a long time. It terrified her.

With her free hand, she took one last hit of the joint before she put it out in the ashtray. Smoke poured out of her nostrils and she avoided eye contact with him for the moment. Anything to distract herself from feeling.

In that moment, they both needed a distraction.

She turned to him, a little abruptly, and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment, she cupped his cheek and leaned in closer to deepen it.

This time her mouth had the sweetness of the weed with a base note of alcohol. Of its own accord Dewey’s jaw loosened. His tongue tentatively touched hers.

His fingers tightened their grip.

It was more real here, in Mora's apartment. More like she actually did want him, and not like she'd been dared to make out with him or him being pranked. Despite his nerves, he relaxed into the kiss.

Mora's fingers against his beard felt nice, but not as nice as her mouth on his. 

A soft moan escaped him during one of the inevitable pauses for breath, but he was almost past the point of being embarrassed.

It was no surprise for Mora that Dewey was a little vocal when things heated up. It tended to be a common occurrence in musicians; maybe some sort of audiophile thing. After all, she was very vocal herself.

And very forward.

She climbed into his lap, straddling him on the couch. Both hands cupped his face as she continued to kiss him deeply, occasionally letting her tongue slip out to touch his. She began to breath heavily in between their breaks, occasionally letting out her own hums of contentment.

Mora's move to straddle him was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because he'd probably wouldn't have been bold enough to move past kissing and maybe some petting; bad, because it made his cock fill again and how there was no way he'd be able to hide the broomstick behind his fly.

The way she kissed him--continued to kiss him, her hands holding him exactly where she wanted him, her tongue dipping teasingly between his lips, her own sounds of approval--made it clear she didn't mind she could feel his arousal. 

Her aggression must have seeped into him, because although at first he wasn't sure where to put his hands, they landed on her thighs. Dewey squeezed the tops of them, and during one of the longer duels with their tongues his left hand slipped back and dared to cup her ass. The squeeze he gave there, with his fingertips ghosting along the seam covering her, was even more gentle, like he was determining if that was going too far and any second Mora was going to throw herself off him.

He was sweaty. It was hot in here. Hot. His t-shirt rucked into uncomfortable wrinkles as she pressed against him, and if he had true confidence he'd take a moment and discard it. He still wasn't sure where this was going, yet, so he just continued to let her lead.

The heat radiating off of him made her sweat a bit herself. The weather outside wasn't overtly hot but the any room without circulation is bound to get stale. She mentally kicked herself for not leaving the fan on when she left. There was only one thing to do when it got too hot.

The kiss broke so she could pull her top up and off over her head. Her skin was ghostly pale and almost reflective in the dimly lit room. Her bra was basic; just a black t-shirt bra with a silver trim. It looked a little worn. Definitely not included in the "delicates" load of laundry.

She met with his mouth once again once it was off. His lips were intoxicating. The taste of the salty sweat dripping on  on his upper lip wasn't off putting at all. Actually, quite the opposite. It just aroused her more.

Apparently, it was having a similar effect of him based on the prodding she felt beneath her.

She had to see more.

"Let me see you." She mumbled in between kisses, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt.

tbc . . .

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[novankenn]

Hunkering Down (1/3)

Inspired by:

None of them could figure out why Headmaster Ozpin had sent in a team of first-year trainees to investigate the recently discovered bunker style laboratory. Not that they even had a chance to question the eccentric man about it. Rushed to leave, they barely had the time to gather the needed supplies for the supposed three-day mission.

It was two hours into the exploration of the ransacked instillation that shit hit the fan. Jaune had noticed the signs, upon entry, and he was certain the others of JNPR had also. There had been a firefight, and whoever had once staffed this lab had been on the loosing end. Jaune heard Nora groan as they worked their way past a hastily and haphazardly erected barricade. Dark brown splatters decorated the walls and floor.

Ren: I think we should back out, and have the Headmaster assign a full huntsmen/huntress team to do this.

Pyrrha: I agree with Ren. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me. We should back out.

Nora: Jaune-Jaune?

Jaune: I'm with you. This place is off. We shouldn't be here, at least not just on our own. Let's get outside and we'll signal for pick-up.

The quartet adjusted their formation and started to work their way back up the corridors towards the main entrance. They had made it about half the way, when the first screech was heard. With practised efficiency, the team of teens quickly took a defensive formation.

Nora: Does anyone have any idea what that was?

Jaune: No.

Ren: Considering where we are... a grimm?

Pyrrha: I've never heard a sound like that, are you sure, Ren?

Ren: No, just making an assum....

Nora: (Firing Magnhild down a side passage) CONTACT!

Jaune and Pyrrha moved instantly as Nora backed away. The two shield bearers becoming a living barrier between the rest of JNPR and whatever it was that Nora had seen.

Jaune: (Speaking while still focused on the now darkened hallway) Nora, what did you see?

Nora: It was black, and shiny. I noticed it moving because of the overhead lights glinting off it.

Ren: Was it a grimm?

Nora: I don't know.

Pyrrha: (Putting Akoúo on her back, she shifted Milo into rifle form, and started to scan the passage through the iron-sights of her weapon.) What did it look like?

Nora: Almost like a humanoid bug, if you get what I'm saying. I'm pretty sure I turned it into a smear, though.

Jaune: That's it. We're getting ou...

A multitude of screeches echoed about the abandoned complex. JNPR once again closed in, going aback to back, as those with ranged options scanned the hallways.

Ren: I'm only guessing, but it sounds like they're between us and the exit.

Jaune: Okay, we've no idea what we're up against, or how many, they could be...

Nora: Sounds more like a shitload.

Jaune: We need to get to an easily defendable location, and try to get an evac signal out to Beacon.

Pyrrha: And if we can't get a signal out?

Jaune: We'll be declared overdue in four days. On the fifth, they'll send out a Search and Rescue group.

Ren: We only have supplies for a three-days.

Jaune: We ration, stretch them out.

More screeches echo about, startling the quartet. No wanting to sit still any further, Jaune starts moving, his shield at the ready Crocea Mors chambered to strike. The rest of JNPR quickly fell in behind their leader. The echoing screeches fell behind them as Jaune and his team picked their way along the corridor.

Pyrrha: Jaune where are we going?

Jaune: If I recall the layout correctly, there should be a security room up ahead. It'll be the best bet to get a signal out, and to hunker down in.

Ren: Are you sure?

Jaune: It's a self-contained area. Pressure door access, surveillance equipment and its own facilities.

Pyrrha: If you're sure... look out!

A black, glossy monstrosity leapt out from a darkened side room. Thanks to Pyrrha's yell, Jaune was just barely able to get his shield up to block its attack. Long, wickedly curled talons rasped against his shield. Jaune grunted at the impact. Whatever this grimm was, its emaciated, almost skeletal look belied its mass.

Pyrrha moved the instant she shouted, Milo shifting to spear mode. The large flat bladed head skidded off the shiny hide, surprising the four-time champion, who was expecting her thrust to sink deeply into the beast's side. It screeched at her as it stopped trying to pull Jaune's shield down, and turned its attention to the shocked form of Pyrrha.

Nora: Behind us!

As Nora and Ren opened fire on other shadowed things, Jaune pushed with all his might shoving the thing off him, and into a better position. He chose not to thrust as Pyrrha had, but instead slashed at the beast. The razor honed edge of his ancestral blade carved into its chest, splashing black gore over his shield. It howled in agony as it fell backwards, spasming. Jaune knew he had struck a lucky mortal blow.

Jaune: Fall back! Fall back!

Pyrrha shook away her shock, and moved to the rear, assisting Ren and Nora in suppressing the closing beast with weapon fire. It only took about five minutes to cover the remaining thirty metres or so to their chosen destination. But it was the longest five minute any of them had ever lived through.

Jaune: (Hitting the switch to activate both pressure doors.) Anyone hurt?

Nora: I'm good.

Ren: I am as well.

Pyrrha: Not a scratch, what about... Jaune your shield!

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