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All Hallows Eve

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Luke Alvez

Description: You and your three very attractive coworkers get to talking about sex and kinks whenever you are left alone at David’s Halloween party.

Content/Warnings: Alcohol mention/consumption, kink discussion, just a pinch of peer pressure when it comes to Spencer opening up, some germaphobic mentions, MMMF foursome, oral (f + m rec), face fucking, anal fingering (f rec) , double penetration, cum play (various types including: creampie and cum swapping), unprotected sex, some nice Spencer aftercare.

Word Count: 5.6K

Kinktober Day Thirty One: Foursome

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This one is fucking filthy. Thank you all for coming on this Kinktober adventure with me!

Halloween parties were typically held at Dave’s house. It just made sense considering how big the place was and the amount of space he had not only in the house but also in the backyard. Besides, David Rossi would never turn down hosting a party at his place. He enjoyed throwing any kind of event right in his own backyard. That also meant a few extra guest rooms for the wasted adults that would be at said event.

It was Halloween night, everyone gathered at their coworker’s house and settled in the backyard, enjoying the heat of a fire that the guys had all set up. JJ and Matt were absent, spending the night at home with their children to celebrate the spookiest holiday of the year. Drinks were flowing, Spencer even partaking in just one drink for the night as opposed to his normal sober status, allowing himself to join in the festivity that he was normally left out of. However, he could argue that he liked being sober on nights like this. There was always something comical about someone in the team getting inebriated to the point that they act like an absolute menace to society.

Thankfully, tonight wasn’t too bad. Despite Emily and Penelope indulging in the liquor that their host never seemed to run out of. It had gotten to a point later that night where you had to wrestle both women into bed in one of the many guest rooms already set up for the adults staying over. You’d managed to get the two plastered women settled into bed — Mainly because you laid horizontally over both of their bodies to keep them in place. It took about twenty minutes, however it wasn’t long until you’d heard the soft snores of Emily while Penelope was sleeping soundly while snuggled up under the sheets.

You had to lay there for a moment to collect yourself before pushing yourself out of bed, heading out of the room while gently pulling the door shut. Last thing you needed was to make too much racket and have to chase those two around again. “I feel like you all owe me for that.” You commented as you’d pulled open the back door, Spencer’s head lifting up from a book in his hand. “Better you than us.” He commented, which had the other men outside laughing. “Rossi turned in early. It’s just us.” Luke informed you, the absence of Dave being noticed. “Fun. What are you three doing?” You asked, heading to the chair closest to Spencer as you were sitting down.

“Nothing really. Derek and I were just talking while Spencer is too interested in,” Luke paused and leaned over the table to inspect the book cover. “Quantum Physics..” He crinkled his nose. There was never a dull book choice with Spencer, that was for sure. “Most guys would probably be talking about their sexual experiences by now. But our lovely Spencer Reid is reading about physics.” You teased, all in good fun as you teased the male sitting beside you.

“I prefer not to talk about sexual experiences.”

“Because he hasn’t had any.”

“Derek!”

The table had erupted into laughter minus Spencer who had the look of a kicked puppy. “I’ve had sex before.” He grumbled while putting his face back in his book. “You have? Really?” You asked while letting your eyebrow raise. “Why is that a surprise?!” He asked, suddenly taking offense as he was closing the book. “No! I’m not saying it’s a surprise but you just don’t look like the type!”

“How does one look like a virgin?” He quizzed you, hazel eyes narrowed as he stared at you, head tilted to the side slightly. He had you there. What were you supposed to say? You cleared your throat as you lifted up your nearly forgotten glass of wine, swirling the red liquid around the glass. “I’m not sure how to answer that.” You admitted, making the genius smile triumphantly. “Exactly. You don’t know.”

“Okay, Casanova. Tell us about it.” Derek was intrigued as he leaned against the table. Spencer wasn’t one to share his personal life as often, so maybe that one drink he had in the night could’ve loosened him up even just a little bit to talk about it. “What?” The curly headed male squeaked, now looking between the three of you as you all seemingly waited patiently for a story.

“I’ve had sex more than once.” He huffed.

“Okay. So pick a good experience to tell us about then.” Luke chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, elbows propped up on the table.

With pursed lips, Spencer was crossing his arms. “I have to?” He asked while you nodded. “Oh yeah, you definitely have to. You’ve got some secrets that we need to know right now.” You giggle. Even with his apprehension, the brunette took in a breath. “Okay.. I guess I could share it. I mean, I have been wanting to get out of my comfort zone so maybe this will be good?” You highly doubted that he’d jump from being nervous like this to being able to talk about sex explicitly. It would take him a bit.

“Come on, pretty boy. I'm bored to death.” Derek sighed dramatically while you were punching his shoulder with a loud, “Shush!!”

“You remember Max, I’m sure.” Which yes, everyone did. His short-term girlfriend who had her family taken hostage a while ago. “We do, go on.” You urged him on, arms crossed on the table top. “I think you’re a little too into this,” Luke commented, the commentary being met with a swift kick to his leg under the table.

“I really don’t know how to describe it? Like, sex is sex, right?”

“Any interesting kinks? Come on, kid. We know you aren’t as innocent as you think you are.”

“Interesting? Not really. I mean, I am a fan of face sitting but I think that is standard, right?” The words escaping his mouth had Spencer’s face bright red as he leaned back against the chair behind him. There were wolf whistles at the admission. “Doesn’t matter if it’s standard or not.” Luke chuckled while holding his glass up as if he were toasting to him while chuckling.

“Well, what’s not considered normal?” Now Spencer was curious as he looked between the three of you. He wasn’t a big kinkster, as anyone would imagine. The question had you, Derek and Luke exchanging looks. “Well. Mixopholia isn’t common, I don’t think. Which that’s enjoying watching yourself have sex. Could be in front of a mirror, recording it, anything like that. It can be really fun, in all honesty. Especially if you record and play it back.” You responded, only raising an eyebrow at the gaped mouths of your male coworkers. “What? You’ve never done that? Derek, come on. You can’t lie.”

“No, mama. I never had that idea.” He chuckled while shaking his head. “It’s good to know now, I’m gonna need to try it.” He added while Luke was too busy thinking of things he liked. “It’s probably not abnormal but I really like thighs. I feel like that would be the body part I’m most obsessed with, especially when it comes to thigh fucking. It can be better than penetration.” He hummed. Which, they were pretty standard things to be sexually aroused by, even if Spencer would’ve never thought of the two ideas.

“I think I like group sex. I don’t have it a lot, however it can be pretty great when you have the right group. I know it’s nonconventional. I’ve had all sorts of sex but I think I’ll always go back to that.” Derek spoke up while shrugging his shoulders. “A group?? Do you know many germs are exchanged in encounters like that?” Spencer asked, dumbfounded while the man in front of him waved him off. “It’s a good time. If you don’t believe it, then I highly suggest you at least try it before denying,” He chuckled.

Judging by Spencer’s look of morbid curiosity, he was considering it. “How does one even do that? I feel like you need to have connections..” Was Spencer really considering it? “You just have to find people you’re comfortable with.” Derek shrugged while tapping his hand against the table. There were a few moments of silence while Spencer’s brain was working overtime, you could swear smoke was coming out of his ears.

“I trust all of you.”

The words had your throat running dry. “Is that supposed to be an invitation?” You asked, your own curiosity shining through. You’d always considered Derek, Luke and Spencer as attractive, however you never considered having sex with all three of them. You had to admit, you really did enjoy the idea of getting passed around by some of the most attractive men on the team. The idea was enough to cause goosebumps to spread across your body. Surely it would be a bad idea to have sex with a coworker, much less three of them.

Spencer’s face was bright red as he put his hands up in self defense. “You don’t have to say yes but I would say that I wouldn’t mind sharing.. Germs..? With you guys.” He shrugged while shyly looking away. What a compliment from Spencer Walter Reid. The man who wouldn’t even give handshakes was willing to throw away his typical formula for three coworkers. “I am just saying!” He rambled on, now feeling self conscious at his admission.

“Now hold on. I think this idea could be beneficial.” Luke spoke up while chuckling. “I mean. We are all grown ups, right?” Your head nodded immediately after Luke put in his own two cents. “I agree with Luke. I mean, where’s the harm?! We are all friends anyway, I couldn’t imagine this being awkward for us.” Realistically, there were many issues with the idea of having sex with coworkers. You didn’t even care about them right now.

“Are you guys serious?” Derek asked, wide eyes from shock. “Why not? You mean to tell me that you’re gonna pass up sex?” You asked curiously while raising an eyebrow. “Well, no. I just.. Damn, I didn’t know tonight would end like this, that’s all.” He explained, being so flabbergasted at the idea of a foursome with his coworkers. “Might I suggest we move inside? I mean, the last thing we need is Rossi looking out the window and seeing us out here.” Luke began while nodding towards the window overlooking the backyard.

So, you did.

You had never been this excited before, your body buzzing with arousal and excitement. This was a sexual bucket list type thing for you, not something you could imagine doing regularly. Plus, having it be with Derek, Spencer and Luke just made it twenty times better. The minute you were closed in the guest room furthest from everyone else in the house, there was a bit of awkwardness as the four of you looked between each other. How does somebody kick something like this off? With strangers, it would be different but you all worked together.

This was a lot harder to start than you thought it would be.

“How about we ease ourselves into this?” Derek suggested, now looking between the other three people in the room. “Why don’t you give us a show?” He hummed while looking in your direction, your face flushed. “Like a strip tease?” The nod of his head solidified your suspicions, your head nodding as you watched the three men sit on the edge of the bed to face you. The intense gaze of three men was intimidating as all hell, especially when they had the look of hunger and desire burning holes through your skin.

Your movements were slow as you pushed the Halloween sweater up your body, tugging it over your head before tossing it somewhere else in the room. You hadn’t planned for this so you couldn’t get too dressed up, however the Halloween themed bra and panty set was cute and got the job done. Next was your leggings, which were slowly being pushed down your thighs as you were revealing the thin panties, a nice wet patch darkening the cotton. You liked this attention. You liked the idea of being ravished by three men who wanted to use you for their own pleasure.

It was exhilarating.

“Come here.” Derek was the first to speak up, his finger making a gesture to get you to come closer. You obliged, only letting out a squeak of surprise when you were being tugged in the man’s lap. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against your ass, brain clouded with arousal as you were letting your arms wrap around Derek’s shoulders. His hands were gripping your ass, eyes scanning over your body as he let out a low groan. There were no words exchanged, the man mesmerized by your nearly fully exposed body, his hands running up your hips before cupping your clothed breasts.

You let his hands continue to caress and explore every inch of skin, face hot as you were rocking your hips against his strained cock in his jeans. “You like this, don’t you? Like the attention of your friends and coworkers?” He questioned while an eyebrow raised, your head nodding as you let out a shaky breath from the friction of his jeans against your clothed clit, the roughness of his pants felt like heaven through the thin fabric of your underwear. “Who knew you’d be a whore? You want us to record this? Give you something to look back on whenever that little pussy of yours is desperate to be stuffed?” The words elicited a moan, your head nodding. “Fuck. Yeah.” You whined.

Luke was the one who was getting his phone, setting up the device on a lamp on the bedside table to get a clear view of the bed. You were caught off guard though when you were quickly pushed to the mattress, your back hitting the smooth sheets. Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watched as Derek was patting Spencer’s shoulder. The brunette was already overwhelmed seeing you in your underwear, his face bright red as he could feel the tight constriction of his boxers around his cock.

“Go on, kid. You wanted to try this, didn’t you? Only fair you get to go first.” Derek commented while nodding his head to urge him on. The awkward male was clearing his throat as he was approaching the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist to welcome him as your hands then gripped his arm, gently tugging his lanky frame closer to you as you let your lips press against his. The sudden action had him taken aback, however the shock wore off rather quickly as his lips slotted with your own.

It was calm at first, until the desperation set in as the male above you. That was when the kids had grown messy, your fingers tangled in his brunette curls as his hips were grinding against you. Spencer would be the first to say that he was going to drink in the moment, to enjoy this while you allowed him to touch you in any way he pleased. It was no secret that the awkward, shy genius had a small crush on you, his behavior making it apparent more often than he realized. That was why he was taking his time, his tongue in your mouth as the germaphobe was surprising himself with his loss of apprehension to swap spit with you.

Much to both of your dismay, he was pulling out of the kiss. He made up for it though as his hands were coming up to cup your bra-clad breasts. A low groan left his lips as he kneaded at your soft, plush tits. One hand was slipping under you, his fingers quickly unclasping the article of clothing in his way and throwing it off to the side. He groaned, eyes fixated on your bare breasts. “You’re so pretty.” His voice came out in a pitiful whine, head dipping down to take your right nipple in his mouth.

The warmth of his tongue swiping over your hardened nub had your eyes fluttering shut, the man sucking and nipping at your sensitive nipple while his other hand was working to massage your other breast, nipple rolling between his fingers to give it the equal attention that it deserved. As he’d done his best to alternate, it wasn’t long until your chest was glistening with the remanent spit from his attack on your tits.

With his hungry eyes trailing down your body now, he was leaning down to press a few warm and wet open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your fingers were quick to tangle in his soft brunette curls, head tilting back as his tongue trailed slowly down your stomach, nipping at your skin to leave a nice and big purple mark on your hip. The other men in the room had not been forgotten about however, your head tilting to the side to look at both Luke and Derek, the two men watching the scene play out in front of them, eyes blown out with lust and desire.

In a way, you felt like a gazelle in the presence of three starving lions, one already making his pounce onto you while the other two had calculated plans of their own. Spencer was blowing cool air on your glistening pussy, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as you clenched around nothing from sheer desperation. “Hold on,” Luke spoke up, his silence being short lived as Spencer was letting out a whine from his spot between your thighs. You didn’t expect Spencer to actually listen, however you weren’t able to question it as the other male was approaching the bed. “I have an idea. No need to get all teary eyed, Reid.” He spoke with a chuckle, the male between your thighs huffing as he backed away momentarily in order for Luke to throw you into a position.

The stark contrast between Spencer and Luke was something you were gracious for. The genius had a since of desperation, everything about him screaming that he wanted to drink in your essence and bask in the warmth coursing through his veins. The other had a clear motive in mind, the confidence to pick you up and move you into a position that he wanted you to be in. Both so different and yet so alike in the fashion of your thighs being sticky with your own arousal. With your body being turned horizontal, your head was now hanging off the bed which left very little to the imagination of what was coming next.

What you weren’t expecting though was Luke to nudge Spencer to the side when he was between your legs again, your left leg hanging off Spencer’s shoulder while your right was hanging off Luke’s. “Let’s put your germaphobia to the test.” Alvez just had to tease Spencer, a chuckle leaving his lips as he was leaning closer to your aching core. His tongue licked a fat stripe up your slit, a soft breath falling from your lips. You’d never thought of two men licking your pussy at once but the idea of it had butterflies going crazy in your belly.

Spencer was hesitant, looking at the spit mixed with your arousal. Before he could talk himself out of this idea and hide in the corner, he was leaning forward to lick the same spot the other man did. The comfortability was soon setting in as Spencer let his tongue flick over your clit, a sharp breath leaving your lips as you let a hand tangle in the mop of curls. Whenever the male began to suck and toy with your clit, Luke was bringing a hand to his mouth as he sucked at his fingers, eventually getting them settled at your entrance before pushing one of the digits inside of your desperate cunt, eliciting a moan as your head tilted back, still hanging over the edge of the bed.

As the two men between your legs alternated between licking at your weeping pussy or fingering you, Derek got a little bored of watching. While your head was tossed back, eyes fluttered shut as both skilled tongues were licking and sucking at your sensitive center, Derek worked on unbuttoning his pants as he approached where your head was hanging off the bed. “Alright, pretty girl. We are gonna put that mouth to good use.” He spoke, voice low and husky as he was retrieving his hard cock out of his pants.

Your mouth was practically watering as you took in the sight of the leaking tip of his cock, the shaft glistening from the beads of precum that were dripping from his slit. There was a lot going through your mind, however your body worked as if it was going off muscle memory.

As your desperate pussy clenched around someone’s fingers, your mouth was falling open to give the male above you the access that he needed. “That’s what I thought. Who would’ve known that you’d be such a whore?” He asked, an eyebrow raising as his hand tugged at his cock, slipping his cock past the threshold of your lips while his hand was running over your chest.

You were on cloud nine, even through the gagging on your coworkers cock to the point tears were brimming your eyes. There was a lot going on, so much that you couldn’t focus on everything at once. That was what prompted Derek to take control. With his body leaning at a certain angle, he didn’t hesitate before thrusting into your mouth to elicit a moan as your eyes were screwed shut.

The thrusts were rough and precise, the male abusing your throat and surely rubbing it raw as he used your mouth like a fleshlight. “She’s gonna cum. Do we let her do it, doc?” Luke’s voice spoke up, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers as your walls fluttered around the three fingers pistoning in your swollen, desperate cunt. Spencer was all for it, pulling off of your throbbing clit with a ‘pop’. “I think she’s been good enough to deserve it.” He confirmed, watching as Luke pulled his fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a whine from your lips being muffled around Derek’s cock. Luke was gripping the back of Spencer’s hair, catching the man by surprise.

The next movements were quick, Spencer having his face pushed into your pussy once more while Luke kept an eye on your mannerisms. With Spencer licking and sucking at your sweetness and Luke practically jerking his head in different ways to take control himself, it wasn’t long until your legs were shaking. With your orgasm building and Spencer sensing you were close, he didn’t need Luke's guidance to push his face further in your warmth, the sinful sounds of slurping and sucking filling the room.

“Fuck. Cum on his tongue, make a mess of his face.” Derek growled as he glanced down at you, his cock twitching in your mouth. Whenever you were hitting your orgasm, the man fucking your throat followed right behind. You did your best to swallow what you could, however he was tapping your cheek after his cock was pulled from the warmth of your mouth.

“Hold on, keep some of it.” He spoke, which had you nodding slowly as you pushed yourself to sit up while glancing at the men between your legs. “Why don’t you share with Spencer?” He asked, arms crossed as Spencer looked at the man with wide eyes. “Huh?!” you were following the instruction, your hands cupping Spencer’s cheeks before you were pressing your lips against his. In the process of the male getting comfortable enough with the idea, you were pushing the remnants of Derek’s cum into the brunette’s mouth, slowly pulling out of the kiss while wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

Spencer wasn’t really fond of it, however he knew this was for the sake of experimentation and he wouldn’t have to do it again. Luke was the first one to stand up as he worked on getting his clothes off, not being able to stand being fully clothed and constricted any longer. “Come here.” He mumbled, now moving to sit on the edge of the bed while tugging your body into his lap, his cock against your wet cunt as you weren’t hesitating to roll your hips slowly. “Fuck.” You breathed, feeling the hardness of his cock slotting between your slick pussy lips as you were grinding against his lap.

“That’s right.” Luke purred while his hands were reaching behind to grip your ass, a soft hum leaving his lips as he squeezed the plushy skin into his hands with a bruising grip. With one of your hands reaching between the both of you, you were positioning the bulbous tip with your leaking hole, you were sucking in a breath as you were slowly sinking down on his hard cock. Much like Derek’s, Luke had a good amount of length and girth, his fat cock stretching out your walls with a pleasurable burn.

His hands were gently guiding your hips, starting the process of working out what was most pleasurable for the both of you. The movements were slow, your hands holding his shoulders in order to brace yourself as you surrendered control to Luke for the time being. “Ah!” You squeaked, a certain angle making him hit the perfect spot. “There it is.” He smirked, the next thrust being a rough snap of his hips that had your body bouncing in his lap, a drawn out moan falling from your lips. Your hands rested gently against his broad chest, nudging him to lay back as you got into a more comfortable position. With your hair falling over your shoulder, your head was tilting forward as your hips were rocking at a steady pace while the large hands were now moving up your torso to fondle your breasts in his hands. While his fingers pinched and stimulated your sensitive nipples, you were reduced to a whining mess as your hips picked up their pace in sloppy movements.

The sensitivity from your previous orgasm had you feeling overwhelmed, just the feel of every ridge and curve of Luke’s cock had your body with satisfaction. Of course, he had learned your tell when it came to you about to cum, the way your greedy pussy tried pulling more of his cock even though he gave you everything you could take. Right whenever your second orgasm was in your sights though, you were stopped. The firm grip on your hips weren’t Luke’s, no, they were Derek’s. He’d managed to get on the bed behind you at some point. “I feel like Spencer has been completely neglected.” He tsked, his head shaking. “I think I know how you can make it up to him though.” He mused.

You were confused and deprived of an orgasm, a whine leaning your lips as you were pushed forward, your bare chest smashed against Luke’s as your ass was in the air, giving the other two men a tasteful view of your pussy stuffed with Luke’s cock. Derek took initiative, reaching around your body as he was pushing three fingers into your mouth. You weren’t really aware of what the game plan was, however you were happy to suck and lube up his fingers for whatever he had planned. With one lubed up digit tracing the ring of your other hole, you were letting out a gasp of surprise. “Think you can handle it?” Derek asked.

It was the bare minimum, however you appreciated the search for consent before he went any further. “I-I think so? What’s the harm in trying?” You were pushing your ass back against Derek’s fingers more, anticipating how this was going to go. You’d experimented plenty, however you’d never thought to try anal. With everyone trying all sorts of new things tonight, you figured it would be fun.

You were holding tightly to Luke’s arms whenever the other man’s finger was gently pushing into your ring of muscle, a few tears being wiped away from his hand as he helped soothe you from the foreign intrusion. “Doing such a good job.” Derek’s voice spoke up, Spencer’s gaze being all too fixated on the way his finger was being tightly gripped. It made his cock twitch in his pants, his hands working to quickly get them off for after Derek got you fully prepared.

One finger turned to two, then two turned to three. You wouldn’t lie, you never expected to like the aspect of anal sex this much. Especially while being stuffed full of cock in one hole and getting fingers in another. It made you feel like a cock hungry whore, something that had your pussy clenching tight around Luke’s cock.

When you were considered prepared enough, Derek’s fingers were gently being pulled out of your hole. “Alright, Reid. Go for it. Think she’s ready to have both of her holes stuffed.” He chuckled, watching the brunette quickly getting on his knees on the mattress behind you when Derek moved. “You’re sure this is okay?” His voice was shaky as he asked the question, his dick throbbing from being neglected for the past few activities. “It’s okay. Please.” Your voice was in the form of a whine, feeling a whole new level of intoxication as soon as his slick tip was coming into contact with your asshole.

Spencer was groaning as he watched the way the hole was embracing the tip of his cock, his head tilting forward to send a string of spit to your desperate asshole. It was an action you hardly expected but you were embracing it as soon as you felt his cock pushing into you, a cry leaving your lips as a pool of drool was falling from the corner of your mouth and on Luke’s chest. This was too much, however you didn’t want it to end.

The two men had to come to an agreement, setting a pace where they wouldn’t rip you in half. Spencer’s large hands were gripping tight to your hips, nails digging into your flesh and surely leaving crescent indents in your soft skin. That was when Derek was retrieving the phone on the bedside table, approaching the bed as he played cameraman. “Look at her taking two cocks at the same time. Can you believe how much of a whore she is?” His voice was cold, yet not enough to be outright hurtful.

As Spencer was thrusting, your body was moving slightly as you were pretty much reduced to a little fuck doll that both Luke and Spencer were using for their own gratification. Your body was reduced to a pile of malleable clay in their hands, both men working out a system where they could reduce you to a crying and whining mess. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were whining and moaning with each rough thrust. “You look like an angel. So pretty when you’re fucked out.” Derek cooed, the phone being moved to reveal your wet chin from drool, your eyes glossed over from the tears from overstimulation, even the way you laid all your weight on Luke’s chest as you were reaching your orgasm, walls clamping down onto the male’s cock.

There were a few more thrusts from Luke before you could feel a fish of warmth, his cum filling your spent pussy as you were shivering from the sensation. Spencer was the next one to reach his orgasm, spilling his seed into your tight hole as he was letting out a guttural groan. It was something that didn’t even sound like Spencer. You were so blissed out that you didn’t even remember whenever Luke gently lifted you off or his softening dick, laying you back on the mattress while your head was resting against the fluffy pillow that Spencer propped it up with.

“We should get you cleaned up.” Spencer cooed, his hands moving to gently rub your inner thighs to help relax your aching muscles from the new position you were just put into. Derek was nodding as he was getting himself dressed again. “We can run her a bath and help her get cleaned up. The bathroom is just next door.”

Spencer was the one to head out, reaching the bathroom and getting the bathtub ready with some bubble bath he found in one of the bathroom cabinets. Derek and Luke were both helping you stand and walking with you to the bathroom since you were still quite out of it. “Do you want all of us to stay here with you?” Luke asked while lowering you into the water once your bath was ready. For the first time in ten minutes, you were looking up at the three men with the same fucked out look in your eyes. “Spencer.” You whined gently, while the other two men were patting the brunette’s back before heading out of the bathroom to get the room cleaned up.

“Get in.” You slurred, the man not having to be told twice as he was stripping himself down once more and gently lifting you in order to get into the water before letting you lean back against his chest. “Thank you.” You yawned, feeling the warmth of his hands as he was massaging your body to help relax you even further. “You don’t have to thank me, silly. I’m here to help.” He assured you while pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Good. Hopefully we can relive this night in the future. Just the two of us.”

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pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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Mile High Club (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: you and David can’t control yourselves on your way to your vacation

Tags: NSFW, teasing, semi-public sex, plane sex/mile high club, [unprotected] PinV sex, assumed birth control, (fem!reader)

Translations: amore (love), dolcezza (honey), gattina (kitten), tesoro (treasure)

A/N: inspired by a suggestion from anon, ty!

“You? Going on vacation? Yeah right,” Morgan laughed in Rossi’s face. The two of them sat across from each other on the BAU jet. The team was flying back to Quantico after successfully closing another case.

“Yes, me. Why is this so hard to believe?” Rossi asked incredulously.

Reid chimed in from where he was seated across the aisle. “Probably because you’ve told us multiple times that you don’t ‘do’ vacations.”

Rossi rolled his eyes. “Well, this is more for Y/N than it is for me. I’d like to do something nice for her.”

“Breaking one of your truths is more than doing ‘something nice’, Rossi,” Morgan chuckled. “Y/N has you head over heels.”

The older agent said nothing and turned to face the window, but not before the team caught a glimpse of the smile that adorned his lips.

•••

You grinned in excitement as you walked down your driveway to David, who waited expectantly outside the taxi. “I can’t believe we’re actually going,” you exclaimed, embracing him. You hadn’t seen him in the past few days, both of you busy sorting the logistics and packing before your trip.

Much to your surprise, David had been the one to suggest the idea of a vacation. You’d been together for a few years now, and always figured with the nature of his work and his known disinterest in vacations that it wasn’t necessarily something you’d together. But he’d planned all the details and now the two of you were going to spend two (two!) weeks in Portugal, exploring the country’s coast and its famous wine region.

David pressed a kiss into your temple before taking your bags from you to put them in the trunk. “You and everyone else,” he chuckled.

Once the both of you were inside the taxi, the driver began the trip to the airport. You turned to David, a pressing question in your mind. “Are you sure you won’t go crazy being away from the BAU for two weeks?” You asked. David’s dedication to his job was something you really admired, but you worried it would get in the way of him enjoying the trip.

David intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed a kiss against your hand. “Trust me, amore. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than in Portugal with you for the next two weeks.”

You smiled contentedly and squeezed his hand. “Besides,” he continued, a devilish smirk on his face. “I can think of a few ways we’ll be spending our time.” David began pressing kisses into your hair and face, making you giggle.

“And by that I’m sure you mean spending our days enjoying the sun and the culture of a beautiful country,” you teased. David’s hand was making it’s way up your thigh, getting dangerously close to your center.

“Well there’s that,” he said lowly in your ear. “Among other things.” His lips captured yours in a deep kiss as his hand cupped your sex over your clothes.

You gasped, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going further. “Dave,” you hissed, surprised by his brashness. There was warmth spreading under your skin, especially with the driver being right there. You spared a glance towards the front seat, but he thankfully seemed to be none the wiser.

You turned your attention back to David, who seemed delighted that you were now hot and bothered. Before you could say anything further, you felt the taxi slow to a stop and looked out the window to see that you’d arrived at the airport. “Looks like we’re here,” David winked at you before opening the door.

•••

You were just about home free, having gone through check in and most of security seamlessly, when the TSA agent seemed to find an issue with your luggage.

“What do you have in there?” David leaned in and asked you quietly as the agent put your suitcase through the scanner again.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back. You were wracking your brain trying to think of what could be setting off their system. You hated this part of flying - so many rules; it was easy to forget something and cause a whole issue at security.

“Sir, ma’am, can you step this way please?” The two of you followed the agent to a table next to the security check, where she put your suitcase down and began unzipping it.

You felt your cheeks flame when you saw that you’d packed your suitcase in a way that meant the new lingerie you’d bought for the trip was the first thing visible. You’d spared no expense - you had two new matching sets, a dainty slip, and a very revealing teddy - all of which were clearly on display for you, David, and the agent. Remaining professional, the agent politely maneuvered around your garments to find the offending item.

You heard David clear is throat and shuffle next to you. You glanced over at him and saw that he was now standing with his arms clasped in front of him, almost as if he was trying to…oh. You returned your attention to the agent, trying to stifle the smile making its way onto your face. You’d wanted the new lingerie to be a surprise for him, but upon seeing his reaction, maybe this was even better.

“Here we go,” the agent interrupted your thoughts, holding up a bottle of body oil. Oops. You’d meant to pack that in the suitcase you’d checked in, not this one. “A reminder ma’am that liquids in carry-on baggage must be less than 100mL. We’ll be tossing this.”

You apologized, slightly embarrassed, before the two of you grabbed your things and made your way to the gate. The baggage mishap meant there was only about 30min left until your flight. As the two of you sat in the lounge waiting to board, you leaned in close to David.

“I’m sorry about the body oil, honey,” you purred into his ear. One of your hands played with his hair, which you knew drove him crazy. “I know how much you love to use it when we’re together.” Seeing the outline of his growing bulge, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“I won’t hold it against you, dolcezza,” David smirked, his hand lightly rubbing your thigh. “But you can make it up to me once we arrive. Maybe by putting on one of your pretty new purchases.”

You squeezed your legs together at his words. This game you two were playing was dangerous but oh so tempting, and it was unlikely either one of you would back down. But before you could stoke the fire further, the gate attendant announced your flight was boarding.

•••

You weren’t usually the biggest fan of flying, but the two glasses of wine you’d had since getting in the air were doing a great job of taking the edge off. David had, of course, gotten the two of you seats in business class, which wasn’t too crowded. It also helped that it was a late night flight, so most of the passengers were either asleep or trying to be.

Not you and David, though. Both of you were known night owls - a fact that you’d bonded over when you first met. So while the rest of the plane was half-asleep, the two of you were tipsy on wine and giggling like teenagers in your corner of the plane.

“I can’t stop imagining you in that skimpy little set of yours.” David’s breath was hot against your ear, making you so aroused it was almost painful. “And with your teasing earlier…I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”

“Oh really?” You hummed playfully. The dim lighting of the airplane cabin and the blankets you were provided made it easy to check for yourself. David inhaled sharply when you palmed his hardened cock over his pants. “I want this inside me,” you whispered in his ear as you teased his cock.

David suddenly grabbed your wrist, looking at you with lust-filled eyes. “Get in the bathroom,” he whispered. You nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement pass through you, all sense and reason out the window.

You quietly made your way to the bathroom. As soon as you slid the door closed, your hand was in your pants, soothing your throbbing clit. You stifled a moan, surprised by how wet you were.

The door opened, startling you into withdrawing your hand. You relaxed when David came in, grinning. He locked the door behind him before pressing up against you. “Couldn’t wait for me, hm?” He smirked before his mouth met yours in a heated kiss. His lips were demanding and his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager.

David replaced your hand with his and rubbed his fingers along your slit before dipping them into your opening, feeling the juices collected there. “I think you’re ready for me,” David whispered. Gripped your hips and turned you around to face the bathroom mirror. You heard him unzip his pants as you quickly pulled your own down, desperate to have him inside you.

David’s eyes held contact with yours in the mirror as he aligned himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, making you moan breathily. His cock slid in easily and filled you up completely.

“Shh, gattina,” he whispered in your ear as his hand came up to cover your mouth and silence your moans. “You and this tight pussy of yours are gonna get us in trouble.”

Wasting no time, David began fucking you relentlessly. His eyes never left yours in the mirror as he licked and sucked the skin at your neck. The hand that wasn’t covering your mouth slid around to play with your clit, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Such a dirty girl, Y/N,” he hissed in your ear. “Getting fucked in the airplane bathroom. What would everyone think, hm?”

David moved his hand from your mouth and slowed his pace so you could switch positions, half of your ass now propped up on the sink as he positioned himself between your legs. He slide his cock through your folds, nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please,” you whispered softly, desperate for him.

His lips met yours again and he slid himself back into you, groaning into your mouth softly. You were heady with pleasure as David’s thumb circled your clit. Heat was spreading under your skin now and you felt your muscles tighten right before waves of pleasure rocked through you intensely.

You held David close against you, panting against his mouth, as you came down from your high. The squeezing of your walls was enough to bring him over the edge, and he gasped quietly as his cock pulsed, releasing his cum.

“We should probably get back,” you said, pressing a kiss against his lips. The two of you quickly cleaned up before returning to your seats. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed that you’d just joined the mile high club in the bathroom.

David pressed a kiss into your hair as you curled up in the blanket, ready to get some sleep. “I love you, tesoro. Sleep well.”

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iiconicxpersona · 1 year

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My Girls. Joel x Ellie x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Ellie encounter David and James while out hunting and searching for supplies for injured Joel. After their traumatic experience at Silver Lake, Joel is left to pick up the pieces of Reader and Ellie's shattered souls.

Warnings: SA, mentions of r@p3, abuse, cursing, ANGST AF

Word count: 2.5k words

"Ellie, are you sure you don't want me to go with you? I can always scout for supplies after we get back?" You asked as you walked further down the snow-covered road.

Ellie hugged Joel's rifle close to her and walked alongside you. "I'll be okay. Joel's been teaching me how to hunt, and I want to try to do this on my own. Besides, we're losing daylight, and you know more or less what to look for than I do." She half smiled.

You nod in agreement. Deep down, your intuition told you that maybe separation isn’t a good idea, but you want to show Ellie that you can trust her. "Okay, well, stay close by, and we'll meet back here before sundown. If you run into any trouble or anything, radio me." Using your index finger, you motioned to the walkie-talkies clipped to your pockets.

"Okay, I will."

The idea of letting Ellie and Joel out of your sight, even for a moment, scared you to death, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, you and Ellie were desperate.

Joel had been stabbed in an ambush the day before. He tried his best to tough through the pain from the open wound, but he lost too much blood and fell off the horse halfway to the nearest town. It took every bit of strength you and Ellie had to put him back on the horse. You sat in front of his limp body to hold up his weight while Ellie squeezed on the saddle behind him to help you hold him up until you found shelter in an abandoned neighborhood. Thankfully, none of the doors were locked, making it easier to drag Joel inside and down to the basement, where an old mattress lies in the middle of the room. The pain from the open wound and Ellie sewing it shut with a needle and thread she found in the house was enough to knock Joel into a slumber. But now his wound is infected, and everyone is starving to death. So, while Ellie decided to hunt for food, you must find medicine or anything else helpful.

At the same time, you kept an ear open for clickers, scavengers, or calls from Ellie. You scout three houses with little to no luck besides bandages and aspirins. That isn’t enough to aid Joel's injury, but it’s a start. At least the aspirins could help break his fever.

You were heading to scout another house when a gunshot fired from the distance. Your pulse racing began deafening your ears, and your adrenaline kicked in as you ran in the direction where you last saw Ellie walking.

"Ellie? What was that? Are you all right?" You frantically asked on the walkie-talkie only to get static in return. She was still too far out of range. "Goddammit, Ellie! Answer me!" But again, there was static. "Shit! Fuck!" You breathlessly cursed to yourself as you continued running forward, unsure where you were going, but time was of the essence.

Trails of blood and footsteps finally caught your attention, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Your mind was already imagining the worst. You knew you shouldn't have left her alone, and if Joel were here right now, he'd be cursing you and himself out for even allowing this to happen. Desperate for some answer, you tried to call Ellie on the radio again as you followed the bloody trail.

A small, nearly demolished shack became the stopping point, and judging from the smoke leaving what once was a roof, there was someone inside with a fire. You slowly crept closer to the shack and took cover behind the wall. You could hear two people talking, and one of the voices belonged to Ellie.

The trail of blood led up to a dead deer lying behind the older man Ellie was talking to, and you felt relief that she wasn’t physically harmed. You watched as she calmly spoke to the man neither of you had seen before. His back was towards you, and from a small opening, you aimed your rifle straight for his head in case he decided to try anything funny. Ellie had the same mindset as she kept Joel's rifle aimed at the man, but she slowly dropped her defenses as he kept talking. The man gave the impression that he was a good guy.

"I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could, and only three of them came back. And the one that didn't was a father. He had a daughter just like you, and her dad was taken from her. Turns out he was murdered by this crazy man, and get this... That crazy man was traveling with a woman and a little girl."

Just then, your and Ellie's defenses shot sky high as her grip on the rifle tightened, and her aim pointed back at the man.

"You see? Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

That was when you and Ellie noticed the second man standing on the other side of the shack with his gun aimed straight toward Ellie. Suddenly, you began to see red as you shifted from around the wall and aimed your rifle straight at James. "Stay where you are! Drop the gun, or I will put one between your eyes, asshole!" You demanded James as he kept his gun pointed right at you.

The man chatting with Ellie chuckled at you and looked back at her. "I'm guessing this is your mother?" He sighed. "Okay, no need for hostility today. James, lower your gun. We're not a threat to these women."

"David, they're the ones who killed Alec." James kept his gun pointed at you.

"They didn't kill anybody, so lower the gun and give them the medicine they need for their friend," David demanded in a relatively calm tone. James hesitated while looking between the three of you before gazing at David. "James, I'm not coding anything. Lower the gun and give them the medicine now." David demanded.

James slowly lowered his gun and tossed Ellie the small black bag. You not once took your aim off James, nor did Ellie off of David as she slowly searched for the bag before making her way to your side.

"I know you two aren't with a group. You won't survive out there. I can protect you."

You kept your eyes locked on both David and James as you and Ellie headed back to the house Joel was hiding in. "I told you to call me when you needed help." You scolded once you were far enough and noticed the two men did not follow you.

"I know. I'm sorry, but-" She began, but you cut her off.

"No 'buts' Ellie! You should've called me or at least come to find me first! Do you realize those men could've taken advantage of you or worse? You're still just a kid, Ellie, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you!"

Your words had hit Ellie straight in the heart. You and Joel had treated her like cargo; Joel even told her that's all she was to you two. But deep down, she always hoped that that wasn't true. Maybe you and Joel cared for her, maybe not as family, but at least a friend. You two offering Ellie a choice between you and Tommy taking her to the Fireflies was hint number one that she was right, but your words confirmed the possibility that she meant more than just cargo.

You caught a glimpse of the single tear leaving her eye and felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over your entire body, but she tried to quickly wipe it off as the two of you walked in silence.

───※ ·❆· ※───

After giving Joel a shot of the medicine and changing his bandages, you spent the remainder of the night keeping watch while Ellie snuggled next to Joel for comfort and to keep him warm. The sight of them lying together warmed your heart, and the idea of starting a new life with them back in Jackson flooded your mind for a split second. However, the three of you were on a mission: take Ellie to the Fireflies and use her immunity to save what was left of the world. You and Joel agreed that the whole concept sounded too good to be true, but it may be worth it if the Fireflies could provide you with what you need to go your separate ways. Maybe.

───※ ·❆· ※───

The next day seemed to go by too fast. You and Ellie devised a plan to get David and his men as far away from Joel as possible. Ellie would take the horse to lead half of the men in one direction, and you led the other half out on foot in another. Joel would remain barricaded in the basement, but Ellie would leave her knife in his hands and warn him to stay awake and keep alert in case anyone would find him.

Before you left Joel, you gently kissed his lips and said a quick mental prayer for the three of you before rushing out of the basement to follow through with the plan.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Ellie shouted before shooting her gun at the group.

Just as you hoped, the group split in half and ran after the two of you. David's intentions were clear to you since the day before: he wanted Ellie. You knew that look. You had fallen victim to that look twice back. You were ready to kill him if he touched her, but you needed to focus.

The men behind you were coming up fast as they shot at you to slow you down, if not kill you. You managed to kill one, but two more were still hot on your tracks until they lost you between the trees. Your aim on one of the men was right on target, and just as you were about to pull the trigger, you heard a gunshot and the sound of the horse falling to its death. You ran towards the noise until David caught up and hit you across the temple with his pistol.

───※ ·❆· ※───

As your vision slowly adjusted to the small, dark room, the stench of death filled your nostrils, and you couldn't help but cough and gag. "What the hell?" You whispered to yourself.

Before you could examine the room, the two men who chased you shoved the door open and let themselves in. The harsh wind from the blizzard outside further wakes you up. "Ah, there she is." One of them chuckled before they shut the door behind them and quickly made their way toward you. You tried to fight them off, but the more muscular male hooked your upper body tight between his legs while the other sat on your thighs. "Oh, so we got a fighter; I like that." The man sitting on your legs pulled out a knife from his waistband, and the sight of the sharp blade made you try to fight even harder.

"NO, PLEASE DON'T!" You screamed. Your PTSD kicked into high gear.

"Don't scream!" The man demanded as he held the knife to your face. "Now we were going to kill you, especially for what you and your friends have done to our friends, but David still thinks there's hope for you and the kid. So, while he tries to convince her, he wants us to convince you to give up your friend and join us."

Ellie. Oh god, he has Ellie. "If any of you assholes touch her, I'll ki-"

Your words were cut short when the man with the knife punched you. Your head fell to the side, and ringing filled your ears, but that was when you noticed the decapitated bodies hanging from the ceiling. "I knew this bitch would be difficult." "Maybe we should just kill her." The two men mumbled to each other. "No, better yet, let's see what David's God blessed this woman with underneath all these clothes first." The man with the knife chuckled.

You began groaning and attempting to wiggle free from the men as fear took control of your body. The man on top of you used the knife to cut open your jacket and blouse until your bra was on full display. "Oh yeah, we're gonna have fun with this one." He chuckled. You began to cry out, but that only made the man hit you harder as he struggled to remove your clothes.

"Dude, hurry the fuck up before David shows up!" The man holding your upper body demanded.

"Hang on! This bitch is a fighter!" He laughed as you continued to cry for help. "Make yourself useful and shut her the fuck up!" He demanded the man holding your upper body before lowering himself to pull off your pants. The man holding you covered your mouth with his hand, and that's when you finally saw your opening. You bit down on the man's hand hard enough to bite off a chunk of his skin, with his blood coating your face before he let go of you, screaming in agony. At the same time, you wrapped your bare legs tightly around the other man's head and snapped his neck. The dead man had a gun in his waistband, and you grabbed it and used it to kill the man holding you down.

You stood there momentarily staring at the two men in shock until you remembered Ellie was still out there. You rushed to put your pants and boots back on, holding tight to the gun as you stumbled out of the shack. Your adrenaline is too high to feel the blistering winter hitting your exposed skin.

───※ ·❆· ※───

After running and panicking in circles, you approached the burning building in the distance. At this point, your body began to fight you as the adrenaline rush slowly wore off. You tried to run towards the building, but you no longer had the strength.

Once you were close enough, you could see Joel hugging Ellie, and for a moment, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. It wasn't until Ellie saw you, quickly ran over, and embraced you in a tight hug that you realized it was real. She was here. He was here. And for the most part, they were safe.

Your hands slowly touched Ellie's head before you wrapped your arms tight around her and held her close while you both cried. Joel slowly approached the two of you and took you both in his arms. His mind was racing, and his heart was breaking at the sight of your bloody, swollen face and ripped clothing. He took off his heavy coat and wrapped it around you and Ellie before holding you close to his chest. Neither you nor Ellie could stop crying in Joel's arms once you both turned to embrace him. Guilt flooded him at the thought of being unable to protect either of you from the men in this god-forsaken town. A mistake he swore then and there to himself that he would never make again.

"My girls," Joel whispered.

Author's note: Holy shit this was LONGER than I expected it to be, but I have been wanting to write a TLOU fic for a while. I hope you guys like it and if you want me to write more please let me know!

#the last of us x you #the last of us x reader #the last of us fic #joel and ellie #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x you

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zozo-01 · 5 months

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"it started off so innocent. (she had a vibe and a wolf started digging it.)"

Hi folks! This right here is part two to @dominimoonbeam lovely request for Darlin' piercing David! The lovely @pinksparkl had brought up Gabe's potential reaction to David getting a piercing I had to write it!! So here is Gabe being frustrated and meddlesome in his own fatherly way towards the two stubborn of asses in the pack!!!

Thank you to @thatlesbeanjew and @colloquialcolival for giving me idea of Gabe making pupusas for David to further the Hispanic David Headcanon!!!

CW: No Angel or Sam AU, This is still happening in the College AU, Underage Drinking, (author forgot the legal age in the states is 21), Gabe just wants to make sure David and Darlin' are happy, Mentions of Marriage, The smut will come soon I promise, Once again despite the title of the song Darlin' is GN, I just really like the song way too much

click here for the ao3 link!!!

It was a rough day for David, and despite the fact that he didn’t tell him, Gabriel could tell the fatigue on his son’s face before he left the house. So as a way to cheer him up and make sure his child is taking care of himself, he decided to make his favourite dish tonight. Maybe he can take a couple pupusas with him to class so he has something to eat in between meetings.

Gabriel watched the pot of boiling water, making sure the pork didn't burn while he kneaded the dough. Food had and will always be how Gabe shows love to those around him, something that was ingrained into his blood by his mother. In his childhood, he watched his mom cook big batches of food for their family and neighbours. Big celebrations filled with people and meals were a highlight from his childhood, and despite being far away from his home land now, he intends to bring David that same joy.

Once the water evaporated, he added the pork, onions and green peppers to a food processor, turning it into a paste for the pupusas. Through the noise, he could still hear the door open and close. Assuming it was David, he listened to the young man flop onto the couch. Gabe turned back to see David, with his shoes off thankfully, peacefully dozing off. Good, he should sleep after a stressful day.

A while goes by, and Gabe spends it by continuing to fill the dough with the pork paste, when he felt a head rest on his shoulder. Without looking down, he chuckled. “Feeling hungry David?” The young wolf groaned, still half asleep but clearly woken up by the amazing smell. Placing the first batch of pupusas onto the comal, he turned to David. “Give me another 10 minutes, ok son?” David grumbled and sat at the dining room table, head in arms as he tried to fall back asleep.

Gabe found David’s behaviour a little off. Sure, his son was exhausted, but even at this state, David would make an effort to speak. As a father, he told his son that he has to express what he’s feeling, for his and others sake. As an Alpha, he always emphasized that a leader must communicate to his followers, lest they lose respect for him.

(Not that he listens to either piece of advice. David is still the closed off boy from his youth, scared to express his feelings for a certain white wolf lest he makes a fool of himself. And despite his best attempts, David still relied on his father when it came to pack business, not comfortable enough in his role as Beta to voice his concerns. He only wishes he’ll be alive to see his son blossom into the man he knows David can be. Or at least be Darlin’s father-in-law.)

A quick sniff of the air had Gabe recoil. There was a sharp, alcoholic smell in the air, and it was coming from David. So either he got a cut that needed to be cleaned. Or his son decided to do a little bit of day drinking. Judging by his tired voice and vampire-like aversion to light, he’ll bet on the latter. Not that he was mad at him for it.

Walking over to David, Gabe put the plate of pupusas and a cup of water on the table. “Here you go, kid,” he said while ruffling his hair. “Eat up and you’ll feel a whole better.” He walked back to the kitchen to clean up the dirty dishes. He eyed his son, thinking about what, or who, could convince hiss on

David whined, moving his head in what looked like a nod. With what little strength he had left in his arms, he picked up the pupusa in his hand. But before he could open his mouth and take a bite, he grumbled and put it down. Turning his head to Gabe and squinting his eyes at the light, David slurred out, “Sorry Dad, can’t eat right now.”

Now David was not like other boys his age. He preferred to study over going out to parties and he took his duties as Beta so seriously that you would have thought his life depended on it. The fact that he came home even the slightest bit inebriated was already enough cause for suspicion. But the one thing he had in common with most boys, especially shifter boys, was their appetite. David could and will eat everything in sight, even more so when stressed. It was the reason Gabe made pupusas in the first place for him.

The fact that David wasn’t eating, especially his favourite meal, meant that something was very, very wrong.

Through the bond as Alpha and Beta, or through their bond as father and son, David waved his hand casually, a way to quell the worry building up in his father. “Don’t worry, dad. Darlin’ gave me some soup to drink.” With that, David got up with immense effort, and stumbled on to his room.

Gabe knew of Darlin’s habit of… making impulsive decisions that landed them in interesting situations. He still remembers that one time he had to grab them from Vancouver because they wanted ‘Tims.’ He also knows that they wouldn’t drag the pack into a situation that they deemed dangerous, opting to deal with it on their own. He hopes that one day, they’ll break that habit and rely on the pack.

He has enough trust in them to not make David do anything stupid. In fact, he’s thankful that they bring David out of his comfort bubble. With them, he feels comfortable enough to make the stupid decisions that he’ll cherish when he’s older. That being said, it didn’t hurt to shoot them a call to see what was going on. (He’s a little salty that the pupusas are going to go cold.)

Picking up his phone from the counter, he dialed Darlin’s number. After a couple of rings, the wolf in question picks up the phone.

“Hey, fluffball.”

“Whatever happened, I didn’t do shit.”

He chuckled, not surprised by the wolf’s suspicion. “Of course. You do know that I’ll take your side no matter what, right?” He shook his head at the silence, disappointed in Darlin’s continued belief that he has no faith in them. But this is for a different time. “Reason I called you was because David came home drunk. And he said that you told him that he couldn’t eat…”

He could feel Darlin’s apprehension across the line with the way their breath hitched and quickened. They were already expecting another lecture. “I’m not mad, fluffball. I just need to know why my son didn’t eat any of my pupusas.”

Darlin’s breath calmed down, but the nerves were still present in their voice, “Uhh… well… I may have given David a… piercing?” They laughed nervously, not knowing what Gabe’s reaction might be.

Luckily for them, and obviously for him, Gabe didn’t mind that his son got a piercing. For starters, it was his body, and David could do whatever he wanted with his body. He was his own person and Gabe has enough faith in him to make the right decisions. (Even if some of those decisions tend to be clouded by love and lust.) He was more shocked that Darlin’ was able to convince him to get a piercing of any kind. As a business major, David always made sure his appearance remained corporate friendly, and piercings are anything but that.

A loud laugh erupted from Gabe, his mind concocting all the scenarios that would have let his son make that decision. “I got two questions for you, kid. What kind of piercing did you give him and how on earth did you manage that?”

“I gave him a tongue piercing- but I promise that I was super safe! Ain’t no way it’ll get infected unless he does something stupid.” Gabe didn’t have any worries about the process being safe and sanitized. “As for why… um… that might be a story for later.”

“Like on your wedding day?”

He found great amusement in seeing Darlin’ stutter out a response, trying to find a way to dismiss and deny that thought. It was hard to fluster them, their resolve was strong as iron, but bringing up David never failed to break them a little. Around the rest of the pack, they were reserved, reluctant to integrate themselves. With David, Darlin’ could be the carefree kid that Gabe had heard plenty of stories about.

Now if only both of them can get their asses out of their heads and confess before he gets any grey hairs would be greatly beneficial.

“Relax, I’m only teasing,” he reassured, “But seriously. You need to tell him how you feel. For both of your sakes.” As adorable as it was watching David and Darlin’ pine for each other from a distance, he knew that it was causing them both unnecessary heartache. “The only way to resolve this, relationship or not, is by talking about your feelings. I promise it’ll leave both of you better off.”

“Yeah, I get that… But what if?”

Gabe didn’t need rocket science to know that their mind was being dragged off to a hundred different hypotheticals, combing through each scenario to figure out where everything would go wrong. He doesn’t blame them, he’s well aware of Darlin’s rough homelife to understand why they’re so cautious, even if he doesn’t know the specifics.

He just wishes that for once, they give the same level of consideration to the positives that they do to the negatives.

“I know it’s easier said than done, but just think about it. Okay kid?”

They sighed on the other end, and he deluded himself into thinking it isn’t a dismissive sigh. “I’ll try.”

He thanked Darlin’ and said his farewells, making sure to remind them to come to the next pack meeting. He could hear their eyes roll from across the line, but is thankful that they’ll abide in his request. Gabe noted that their confirmation of their appearance at the meeting was said in a more confident tone than their agreement to talk to David.

Putting the phone down, he rubbed his hand over his stubble. Dealing with emotionally reserved people was always a challenge, for one wrong step could lead to eternal broken trust. But Gabe knew in his heart that if David and Darlin’ would just sit down and talk, it would lead them both down a path of lifetime joy.

He just hopes he’s alive for the day that happens.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted gabe #redacted david #redacted darlin #we were robbed of gabe making fun of david for his crush on angel #but i can use him to make fun of david and darlin teehee #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 5

At lunch time on Thursday, all the teachers were in the teachers’ lounge having lunch together. The vampires were pretty accustomed to Claire’s scent now, though they still wouldn’t refuse a bite if she offered her neck up…

Loki still really struggled, though the constant application of vaseline did help, thankfully.

He felt incredibly worried about Friday night, Claire still planned to go to the river again to try and get through the fence. Loki tried talking her out of it, though she was adamant to get to the bottom of it. He could only hope that whatever his dad had planned would work, and he really hoped that Chris wouldn’t be sniffing around her again.

However, it turned out that Loki had other things to worry about much sooner…

‘Hey, why don’t we go for a few drinks tonight after work? To officially welcome Claire.’ Matt suggested, piquing multiple of the teacher’s interest and Claire’s face lit up.

Loki at first, was going to politely decline. While he wanted to spend more time with her, at the same time he didn’t because of how difficult it was to be around her, like torture that he couldn’t even touch her. Though his mind swiftly changed when Chris walked into the room.

‘Did I hear correctly, drinks after work tonight?’ Chris asked with a smile as he glanced around the room, his eyes lingered longer on Claire.

The rest were surprised that he even showed an interest in going, as he always declined previously whenever asked to join such a thing.

‘Yes, we were planning tonight after work. So, who’s in?’ Jeremy asked.

Loki prayed to high heavens that Claire would have some sort of prior engagement, though he could tell by the delighted look on her face that that wasn’t the case, unfortunately.

‘Me, definitely!’ She said excitedly.

Having moved from across the country, she’d left behind not only her family but her friends too. She had zero social life in Demsdale yet, which she didn’t like.

Everyone else nodded in agreement, aside from Severus. ‘Having to socialise with you all during work hours is tedious enough, I’m not going to do so willingly in my own time.’ He drawled.

‘Gee thanks, no need to sugarcoat it.’ David huffed and rolled his eyes at him.

‘Well, this will be a delightful evening, I’m sure.’ Chris began, looking at Claire then he looked at Loki with a slight smirk. ‘Nothing like a few alcoholic drinks to lower any inhibitions of colleagues, to get to know them on a more intimate level.’

Loki glared back at him. ‘Indeed.’ He said through gritted teeth and put on a fake smile.

The lounge buzzed with excited chatter after the decision had been made, even Chris hung around with a constant little smirk plastered on his face. Loki wanted nothing more than to slap said smirk right off him.

The afternoon classes flew in, and before they knew it, Claire and Loki were heading to meet with the other teachers at the front, now all the students had left the building.

‘Are you ok? You’ve been a bit quiet.’ Claire asked Loki as they made their way down the corridor.

Loki smiled, he liked how attentive she was. It may only be day four, but she could already tell when something bothered him.

‘I’m fine, thanks Claire. Just not overly fond of socializing.’ He chuckled.

‘Ah, why did you agree then? You could have declined like Severus did, just maybe in a nicer manner.’

‘True, but this little get together is for you, so I’ll put up with the others for a few drinks.’ He winked at her.

Claire’s stomach did somersaults, she felt a fuzzy feeling inside of her but tried to just ignore it.

‘What are you two still doing here?’ Loki’s bark made Claire jump as she hadn’t been paying attention.

Two students were lurking near the bathrooms.

‘Sorry, Sir. Just leaving now.’ One of them said and they both began walking away.

‘Wait.’ Loki called, making them both stop and they turned back around guiltily.

‘Hand it over.’ Loki said, his hand outstretched towards them. Claire raised an eyebrow as she watched on in confusion.

‘Wh… what?’ One of them stammered.

‘You know exactly what.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at him.

The student ashamedly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

‘This will have to be reported, I suggest you both tell your parents so they don’t get a nasty surprise when the police turn up on your doorsteps tonight. Not only is having drugs in your possession ridiculously stupid, but taking it into school too? Have you been dealing to other students?’

‘No! No! It was just between us two. I’m sorry, Sir. Please don’t tell the police.’ The student begged and looked like he was going to cry.

‘I’m sorry boys, but it’s my duty to report this.’ Loki said with a tiny bit of regret in his voice.

The two students sulked off out of the building, Loki shook his head with a sigh as he went into the bathroom, Claire followed him in, even though it was the boy’s bathroom.

‘What are you doing?’ Claire asked.

Loki went into one of the cubicles and tipped the bag out into the toilet, flushing away the evidence.

‘They’re intelligent kids, never been in trouble before. I suspect they’ve mixed in with the wrong crowd, peer pressure, I’m hoping this will be enough to scare them, and if they tell their parents they will get enough of a punishment from them, I’m sure. I’ll have another word with them tomorrow. I believe in second chances, plus it’s only a little amount, so hopefully they will learn from this.’

‘How did you know they had it?’ Claire asked as they headed back out into the corridor.

‘I could smell it.’ Loki said without thinking, but he could feel Claire’s eyes boring into the side of his face. ‘I uh, have a pretty good sense of smell. Besides, they were obviously up to something and I saw a small bulge in his pocket.’

‘Wow, I thought I was pretty good at spotting things, but that’s something else entirely. It’s nice that you’re giving them another chance, since they’re not normally troublemakers.’

‘Of course. Many of the students wouldn’t be here if we came down super hard on them for every little stupid mistake, they’re at the age of experimenting with many different things and getting in with wrong crowds. Sometimes a little scare is all they need, but sometimes it takes actually calling the police, unfortunately.’ Loki smiled softly.

Claire and Loki joined Michael, Jeremy, Hannibal and Matt at the entrance. It wasn’t long before David and Jessica came along. Loki wanted to head off straight away before Chris appeared, but no such luck, as Chris arrived promptly.

‘Everybody’s here, let’s go!’ Michael said as he rubbed his hands together.

Everyone headed out, Chris stepped in next to Claire, pushing Loki behind them as he draped his arm around her shoulder. ‘I hope you’re enjoying your first week here and Loki hasn’t been too demanding?’ Chris asked.

‘Not at all, I’m enjoying working with him. My first week has been really good, it’s a great school.’ Claire replied.

‘That’s good to hear. At least tonight I’ll get to know you more, can’t have Loki hogging you all for himself after all.’ Chris spoke quietly with an alluring tone.

Claire had goosebumps rising on her skin as she could feel his warm breath against her ear, he spoke in such a sensuous manner.

Jessica noticed Loki staring daggers into the back of Chris’ head, she’d never seen veins close to popping on someone’s neck so much before, close to blowing his lid.

‘Yes, Loki has been hogging you. Now we can finally have some girly chat, too.’ Jessica said brightly as she grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her forward.

While Loki was relieved that Chris no longer had Claire in his clutches, he still wasn’t overly pleased about her being touched by another vampire, but he knew she was safe enough now so managed to calm himself down a little.

When they arrived at the bar, they were lucky to get a large enough booth table for them all. It was a cosy place, with low but warm lighting and plenty of music memorabilia lined the walls, music played in the background and Claire spotted a jukebox in the corner, she mentally took note for later. Some people were playing darts and pool, it had a nice chilled out atmosphere even with it being relatively busy, especially for a Thursday night.

‘This is our usual haunt, it’s a great wee place.’ David said to Claire as everyone took off their coats.

‘I love it. This is my kind of place.’ Claire grinned as she soaked up the atmosphere.

She scooted into the booth next to Matt, Chris attempted to go in next to her but Loki swiftly sat down first and moved in closer to Claire. Chris just smirked as he sat down opposite instead. Loki began to wonder which was worse, as now he sat in her direct eyeline.

The others all squeezed in too, Hannibal took everyone’s drink orders and went up to the bar to get the first round.

‘Just so you know, you’re not paying a penny tonight. This is our treat for you.’ Michael said to Claire, the others nodded in agreement.

‘No, I can’t expect that of you all.’ Claire argued.

‘No arguing, Claire. It’s our treat to welcome you in, and it’s part of our wicked plan to get you drunk and to feed you so that you like us so much you never want to leave.’ Jeremy teased.

Hannibal ended up getting some food for the table to snack on while they drank. Even though the conversation flowed casually, Claire noticed some tension between Loki and Chris. While Chris seemed to enjoy poking little teasing comments at Loki, Loki just seemed pissed off whenever Chris opened his mouth. She decided to wait for the right moment to ask someone if there was beef between the two.

She didn’t need to wait long, after bragging a little about her pool skills, David challenged her to a game. They took their drinks over to the pool table while the others remained at the table, apart from Matt who went to watch and make sure they played fair.

Chris ended up going to play darts with Hannibal, so that gave Loki a little breathing room to enjoy his drink and converse with the others that were left at the table with him.

‘So, what’s the deal between Loki and Chris? Could cut the tension with a knife.’ Claire asked David and Matt halfway through their game, with Claire in the lead.

David took his shot, but missed getting a ball in the pocket. ‘Damn it!’ He grabbed the chalk and rubbed it on the end of his cue. ‘Loki and Chris… well, they have quite a bit of history. It’s not our place to tell, really.’

‘Let’s just say, they have a very different outlook on certain… subjects.’ Matt uttered.

Claire looked round at Loki and could see how much more relaxed he was with Chris being away from the table.

‘Are you taking your shot or not?’ David asked cheekily as he poked Claire's side with his cue, making her jump.

‘Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I’m just letting it sink in for you how much you suck at this game.’ She grinned and took aim.

‘Ooooh, you’re getting totally roasted, mate.’ Matt laughed.

David narrowed his eyes at Matt.

Claire took her shot and got one of her balls into the pocket. David watched on apprehensively as she only had two more balls to go before going for the black ball, while he still had four to pocket first.

‘And thrashed!’ Matt sniggered as Claire went on to pocket another ball, then to David’s relief she missed the third one so he could at least get a chance to try and catch up.

‘I can not let a girl beat me at pool.’ David muttered as he took his time getting his aim right.

Matt and Claire looked at one another with a grin, Claire tried her best to hold back laughter. David got his ball into a pocket, then missed the next.

Just as Claire cockily took position, bent over the green velvet table and focused on taking aim, Chris stalked over to them. ‘Well, what a delightful position you’re in, darling. Best be careful, beautiful woman such as yourself in such a compromising manner while surrounded by males could be risky...’ He purred, just as she took her shot.

She missed completely, the ball went flying against the side of the table and scooted right past the ball she had been aiming for.

‘Shit!’ She hissed and stood up straight, she looked round at Chris and glared at him. ‘You cost me my shot.’ She whined, but blushed a little from the way he looked at her with his piercing gaze. Even though he was clearly flirting and teasing around, there was just something extremely intimidating about him, a hidden danger that she couldn’t put her finger on that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

‘She doesn’t need to be careful, perfectly safe here with us.’ Loki growled as he approached. He’d caught Chris heading over, so wanted to make sure he wasn’t over stepping the line, and he’d heard everything.

Claire smiled brightly at Loki, while Loki could seem intimidating too when he wanted to, there was something really warming about him. She felt unusually safe and content around him. Though she did feel safe around them all, really, but Loki more so. She just put that down to the fact that she had spent the most time with him, after all.

‘Two shots to me!’ David said gleefully as he took his shots.

Chris stayed rooted to the spot and folded his arms over his chest as he smirked at Loki. Loki scowled at him and tried to make sure he couldn’t get too close to Claire, especially when she took her shots.

Even with the previous distraction, Claire still managed to beat David at the game. He could often be a bit of a sore loser, but he shook her hand in good spirit. ‘Good game, good game.’

‘Putting on a brave face. Well done.’ Loki teased and patted his shoulder.

They all went back to the table and had a few more drinks before calling it a night, with it being a school night after all, no one wanted to be teaching with a sore head in the morning.

Jessica, Hannibal and Claire ended up sharing a taxi since they lived in the same direction.

‘I’ll make sure she gets in safe, I promise.’ Jessica whispered to Loki, seeing the worry on his face.

‘Thank you.’ Loki nodded.

Everyone else split in their own directions home too. However, Chris wasn’t finished with his night out.

He went around the back of the bar to find two drunken girls stumbling around the alley, smoking cigarettes. As he stalked up to them with large strides, he put on a charming smile when he reached them.

‘Good evening, ladies.’ He purred.

‘Why hellooo handsome.’ One of them slurred as she looked him up and down. ‘What can we do for you?’ She said suggestively.

Chris’ fangs slowly emerged and he grinned widely, showing his sharp pearly whites off to them. ‘You can scream and put up a fight for me, I do love it when my meal struggles.’ He growled before lunging at them.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #michael fassbender #david tennant #loki fic #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts #severus snape #jessica chastain #chris motionless #jeremy renner #matt murdock #hannibal

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Bring Me To Life (Prologue)

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

a/n: prologue for this fanfic, this will also be on AO3 and wattpad. Preface for this, fuck Max :}

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Oc uses they/she pronouns. Will be using both, Y/n refers to them as both sibling and sister, which is okay

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

It was one thing moving the United States to California by yourself, it was another thing bringing your 15-year-old sibling with you, not to live with you, but to stay just until summer was over and school was starting again, your parents believed it would help with their 'rebellious streak'. That streak being that they just don't care enough to do class work and keep staying up all night playing video games, therefore they fall asleep in class.

Nik had a firm belief in changing the radio whenever any song that they didn't like came on, and you had a firm belief that your sibling needed to shut up because you liked your music and if you had to drive without some good tunes you would probably turn into the next psycho on the news.

You two did listen to similar music, but for this trip it was specifically 80s and 90s songs that you shouted loudly, windows were rolled down because the air conditioner in your car didn't work. It was small and shitty and cost a year of pay, thankfully your parents were there to let you live rent free. One of the few things you could be thankful for.

"Do you know how to be quiet?" Your sibling groaned, their jacket wrapped around their body despite how hot it was, "Put on Hozier, or Doja, hell I'll even take Taylor Swift over this... What is this shit?"

'Cry little sister'

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me about my music taste-"

'Thou shall not fall'

"What's wrong with mine?"

Come, come to your brother

"It's literally only tiktok songs, half of them aren't even good."

'Thou shall not die'

"At least I don't say 'They sung this on Glee'"

'Unchain me, sister'

"Every hot, mentally ill, gay person went through a Glee faze."

Thou shall not fear

"I didn't"

'Love is with your brother'

"That's why I said hot."

'Thou shall not kill'

You quickly stuck your tongue out in a childish way, before looking back into the road, ignoring your sibling who mumbled and repeated your words. "Theres a reason we're heading to Santa Cruz. Found a nice place right near the beach so we can-"

"Sleep all day, and party all night. I know, you've said it hundreds of times." Nik had heard the phrase from you so many times, you had tried to show them your favorite movie, even almost tricked them into it, but they were quick to leave the room. They simply hated it because you loved it, something you were forced to accept about them.

The car ride became silent as you got closer, to fill it, Nik had turned up the radio as it switched to a different song.

"Finally some MJ." The beat of Billie Jean came in, causing you to start tapping your hands to it as your merged.

"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene" The two of you belted the lyrics, switching over the 80s playlist to one consistently of Michael Jackson. "I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one" you shook your head, "Who will dance" you turned to your sibling and sung the words to them before turning back, repeating it each time you sung, "on the floor" again "in the round?" and then turned back, "She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round"

The house that you bought with a loan wasn't the biggest, at least not compared to your parents house. Two bedrooms, One master and One guest, and 1 in a half bathrooms. The half bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, which Nik tried to get but was quickly locked out. They would be staying in the guest room, while you set it up they would help. They were also supposed to attempt to find a job this summer, as their parents wanted Nik to learn some responsibility.

"Okay, change outfits, shower if you need to! We are going to the beach!" You were excited, thrumming almost. You felt as if you belonged.

"I'm tired."

"Party all night!" You yelled, grabbing a suit case filled with your clothes. The two of you didn't have a lot. A few suitcases filled with clothes, and then a few boxes for the rooms. You didn't even have mattresses yet.

"Let's just sleep a bit." A nap did sound good, you didn't have the best sleep due to the anxiety about the drive.

"Fine, a nap! I'm setting an alarm." Nik went into your room, both of you grabbing the blankets and laying them on the floor, setting up some pillows and collapsing as soon as you could.

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you woke up to Nik shaking your shoulder, harsh rain hitting the window and the house was shaking.

"The doors are opening."

You stood up quick, running out of the bedroom to the backdoor refusing to close. You pushed against it but it quickly fell open, so you held the door. "Grab the heavy boxes." Nik followed through, pushing against the doors as lightning flashed. "It wasn't supposed to storm."

"Don't they get Hurricanes here." A siren went off, "Well-"

"Not another tornado." You groaned. You had your fair shair of them, being where your from. "We need to grab our shit, head to the basement."

The house shook again, you two grabbed your phones and chargers, rushing down into the basement that still had cobwebs. Nik almost ran upstairs at the sight of them, claiming they would rather take their chance with the tornado. You had to basically pulled them down as you two sat in the basement, the house shook as you two fell to the ground, hitting your heads.

Your eyes rolled back, your vision turns black as your body hits the ground. Your siblings hand lays against yours as their body falls onto you, and in that moment, you had gone through the impossible.

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“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

MISS MEDDA + NEWSIES || COMFORT ||

"Medda?!" A voice called out aloud, a figure passed out in this voice's arms. A boy with blonde hair was being carried by one with red. Well, ginger red, specifically. The blonde in his arms was a boy by the name of Antonio, or Racer to the others Newsies. The one carrying him and Miss Medda were the only ones to know his true name. Antonio had a couple cuts and bad bruises, shiners, as he'd call them. "We had a run in! Might need some bandages!" Thankfully, all the shows for the night were complete, so nobody would overhear them.

Medda Larkin, the woman who the boy was calling, poked her head out from where she'd been cleaning, her eyes widening upon noticing the boy being carried. "What happened!? Who did you have a run in with!? Was it them Delancy's!?" She'd ask quickly, dropping whatever had been in her hands and going over to take the practically passed out boy from the redheads arms. "They wouldn't stop, Miss Medda! I's tellin' you, true! They's don't like us for no reason! We ain' do nothin to 'em but sell our papes and get 'em sold! Then they's decide to always mess with us!"

The boy explained as Medda took Racer into her arms, her eyes filled with worry. "Did the hurt the other boys? Where are they?! Albert, please, I need answers!" Of course Medda would be worrying. These boys were her kids. Going to place Racer down somewhere comfortable, in her dressing room with a rather comfortable couch. Albert merely followed as he tried to explain. "Jack took it at the sign of the bulls. That's what the Dalancy's are makin' up.. He'll be here soon enough, I know it." Albert explained quickly before hearing the sound of the backdoors open, then slam shut right after.

"Speak of the devil." Albert spoke before turning to Medda and looking back to the slamming doors echoing. "Do you want me to-?" He went to speak, but Medda only waved him off with her hand. It took a couple seconds for the famous Jack Kelly to appear in her line sight, being followed by two others. "Miss Medda! Did- did you see-!?" Jack was out of breath, that could be seen just by how his chest rose and fell rather quickly.

Medda, having placed Race down, went to where Jack was, her arms already held out as Jack had quickly ran into her arms, tightly hugging her. "They almost got crutchie, Medda.." Jack whispered in Medda's arms, his body trembling as the woman held him close.

"Shh.. Shhh... you're okay.. it's okay.. Davey, is Crutchie on his way?" Medda asked, looking to David, who nodded his head. "Most of the boys are, yes Miss." David would reply, letting out a sigh after as the doors behind him opened and closed again. "Speaking of them.. I'll take care of the other boys, okay, Miss? Take care of Jack and Race." Davey explained softly as he began to walk away. Medda nodded her head, having gone off to tend for her boys.

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As the boys got taken care of, Medda's mind had slowly began to overfill with much more worry. The stress, the way she had to keep the theater running, everything of the sort. But that wasn't the worse of these all. As the boys were out on the stage, messing about and sitting together, Medda sat in her dressing room, hands in her hair as she tried to keep her breathing at ease.

These boys deserved to be safe and happy. Of course they did. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, before feeling them begin to slide down her face. The stress bubble at finally popped, resulting in these tears to fall. All the stress was finally being let out. Her eyes were shut, her face hidden in her arms before the sound of footsteps had snapped her head up.

No, no, no. Do not come in, please, please, please-

Her eyes were shut tightly as the voice of one of the boys rang through the air, just outside of the door. "Medda? Can I come in? It's Jack." Oh, Medda could never deny Jack. She wiped her eyes with a makeup wipe just in front of her, trying to push away the flushed red color that had been on her cheeks due to the tears. "Come on in, Jack." Jack, after a couple of seconds, pushed open the door that had separated him from his mother figure.

Medda remained quiet before hearing the soft click of the door closing behind Jack. Though the boy didn't move forward before he had noticed the red on her cheeks. "Medda? Were you.. crying?" He'd ask, his eyes widening slightly and frowning right after. It took a few seconds for Medda to truly answer before she attempted to cover her shaky tone. "No, dear. Why would I be crying?" She'd ask the brunette, her voice shaking as she spoke. Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest.

"Your face is flushed red. And you're voice." Jack would explain, taking cautious steps towards his mother figure and standing beside her. "What's got ya' feelin' like cryin'? Did we boys do somethin' to upset ya?" He'd then ask, resulting in Medda shaking her head almost automatically. "No, no, no. Not at all. It's just-" She had to take a breath in, standing to her feet.

Walking over to one of her drawers, she would kneel down to take out a paper. The Newspaper Katherine had published about the strike. The photo on it covered all the boys. She held a small frown on her face, taking in a shaky breath before beginning to explain her reasoning.

"You boys, all of you boys, deserve peace. Deserve to feel happy... Deserve to feel safe. And happy. I am only one woman, it's difficult for me to make sure you all are happy, mainly with the Delancy brothers and even Pulitzer. I practically adopted all of you boys into my arms. I just wish you could all be happy."

Medda began to explain, taking a shaky breath in. What she hadn't known was the other boys remaining outside the room, just silently listening in. Race had been leaning against Albert, his ankle a bit busted up, David was quiet, and Crutchie remained where he was, leaning slightly on the wall with his crutch.

Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest as he gently took Medda's hand and pulled her into a hug. "Medda, youse' don't realize how much we appreciate you, do ya?" He'd ask,looking to Medda, who continued to hold a frown on her face. Medda avoided eye contact before hearing yet another one of the boys voice.

"Youse' is the reason majority of us boys stay alive." Race commented, having now entered the room fully with the help of Albert. Between the two, the blonde continued to talk. "Youse' let us use the theater for the rally. Youse' helped us when we were all bloodied and bruised from the Delancy's."

The ginger he was leaning against only smiled at this, nodded in return. "Racer's right. Youse' treat us like your kids, Medda. Even if we's ain't biological. Is that the right word, Davey?" He'd ask the brunette by the door, earning a nod of approval.

Davey kept quiet however, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't know Medda as well as the others, so he stuck to remaining quiet. Though Crutchie spoke with a smile on his face. A smile that spreads like butter, as he'd say. "Youse' the best we could eva' have! All of us boys appreciate it." He'd explain happily, making his way over to Medda, who was now quiet as she looked between all of the boys.

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world. You boys are my children. It's my job to make sure you're all safe and sound."

#newsies #Medda larkin #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #writing #ralbert #newsies writing #newsies 1992 #newsies 2017

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ladysmutwriter · 25 days

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Take me one more time

Continuation of Watching her Fade Away! Summary of that fic// after a nasty fight with your boyfriend Simon Henrikkson, you cheat on him with his best friend David, breaking up with him afterwards.

After breaking up with Simon you move from Stockholm to pursue your studies, however, after a year of no contact with him, Sophie calls you to tell you Simon was badly injured in a hit and run, leaving him paralyzed from his waist down, and that perhaps your company could help him in the deep depression he now has.

This was an unfinished fic, i might not finish it, but here are the two chapters i wrote into one.

art credit @/ throat2834 on TikTok

You were walking out of school, hands in your hoodie as the snow fell from the sky, all the other kids chatting with their friends as they got out of their classes.

You were never one to have many friends, usually more kept to yourself, your only friend being David, a guy who was a few years older than you, about to graduate- you two met on detention, after you got sent there for "vandalizing" the bathroom's walls; the teacher there just told you to stay quiet, and then got out of the classroom to go smoke, there, the only other kid was this messy brunnette, his hair falling on his face and a scar under his eye as he mindlessly drawed on his history book.

Getting closer to see his drawings, you began talking, and then he walked you to your home, exchanged numbers and began talking.

You had a bit of a crush in him, after all he had this "bad boy" look plastered all over him, teaching you how to smoke cigarettes behind school, introducing you to Simon and Sophie, which had the same age as you; you four began hanging out daily, until your crush for David faded away and was filled with Simon.

Thankfully, your attraction was mutual, as Sophie once told you Simon had told her he liked you.

It was the beggining of the sour relationship you'd endure for years.

You were driving back to Stockholm, the map on the copilot seat and Deftones sounding in low volume as you entered the colorless town, all of your memories coming back and the guilt rotting deep in your brain once again eating your head.

After your little affair with David you two cut off all relationship you used to had, the years of being there for each other burned into regret from both parts, the only contact you still had being only Sophie; her constantly talking to you and keeping you up with her life. After you confessed what had happened with David, she promised you that Simon would never know about it in your absence.

Stoping the car in front of Sophie's house, you got out and knocked on the door, after a few seconds a happy Sophie oppened the door and hugged you tightly, telling you how much she missed you, her arms giving you that warmth you missed oh-so-much. Breaking the hug she invited you to her house, you sitting on her couch as she went to get you some coffee, after all you drived some good hours to get back, feeling your eyes close by themselves as you took in the warmth of her house and fell asleep on the couch.

Once you woke up, you saw Sophie watching the TV as she sat next to you, the still warm cup of coffe in front of you in the little table; reaching out to drink it, you began some small talk with her, mostly about how she had been, until the topic landed on Simon.

"I really regret what i did" You admitted, suddenly your throat becoming dry, the memories of seeing Simon cry as you broke up with him coming back to your head.

"I know Y/N" she answered after taking some time to think, her eyes scanning your face as she gave you a soft look, never judging you, instead, understanding you.

She knew how Simon was with you, after all she heard always she sides from both of you whenever you had an argument, her support mostly landing on your side as for all she loved Simon and held him as a dear friend, she knew how toxic he could be.

You ended up crashing at Sophie's, spending the night cuddling with her as you watched movies and ordered some chinese food; preparing yourself to go visit Simon the next day.

The sun rised, Sophie waking you up so you'd go shower and get ready- the warm water hitting your skin making you relax, after all, you were supossed to fix things now.

Second Chapter:

Simon was... Empty.

He still remembers your breakup, you asked to meet him in his house, a day after the big fight; you looked... Bad, to say it somehow, your eyes didn't look at him how you used to look at him, with love; no, it was almost disgust now, empty, voidless eyes staring into him as you said the words he feared so much.

"I don't think we have a future together"

Those lips he used to kiss so much, now giving him the worst words he ever heard. You were his first love, his first everything. And you were leaving him like everyone else, he felt his body go cold, his hands trembling, the urge to scream and beg for you to not leave burning his throat, instead, he went silent, his eyes staring at the floor.

You two were sitting on the edge of his bed, your hand over his as silent tears ran down your tired eyes; his face seemed of pure rage, you were just like everyone else-

"Din jävla tikt"

You frowned your face at the insult, letting out a short squeak of fear as Simon pushed you to your back, him straddling your hips as his mouth forced onto yours.

Was this what you wanted? For him to be like your shitty exes? He could be that and way worse- inflict on you the pain you were giving him right now. Teeth against each other as his hands pressed down on your body keeping you still as you tried to squirm, fingers digging painfully into your soft flesh as more tears ran down your face, screams of desesperation muffled against Simon's mouth.

You'd never forget the taste of that last kiss, cigarettes and coffee, a taste you used to love so much turned into one of the worst memories of your life.

It was when one of his hands left your torso to move onto your neck, choking you as you finally got the strength to push him away, him landing on the floor as you got up, face red, hair messy and tears streaming down your cheeks like rivers, your legs shaking as Simon's mother opened the door after she heard the struggle, asking what had happened in a panicked voice, after all, her son was on the floor looking at you as if he was one step from murdering you, and you completely terrified on the other side.

You ran, away from that house, away from the memories.

...

Simon's thoughts were interrupted as his phone buzzed.

It was already 3 PM, him still on his bed, his curtains closed as he took a look at his phone- his chest hurting as he recognized the number.

"Can i visit you? I'll stay at Stockholm for a few days in case you want to talk"

He stared for some seconds at the message, his hands becoming sweaty as he answered with a simple "yes". Shit, he hadn't bathed in days, less brushed his teeth, and his room probably smelled like shit too- but he didn't bother changing any of that, after all, a part of him wanted you to feel pity for him, to feel guilty, to beg to be back with him, somehow those thoughts making sense in his delusional brain.

Probably half an hour passed before he heard the door ring, hearing his mother squeal in happiness at seeing you, now all that was left was for you to cross the door to his room.

On your perspective, going back to that house made you uncomfortable, the feeling of being choked returning to your head as you hugged his mother, she was a nice lady- always worried about Simon, cleaning his mess and working her back off to afford him treatment. As much as she used to be a motherly figure to you, her hugs felt like Simon's; after having a small chat with her, you told her you were here to see her son, she said goodbye as she had to go meet Simon's dad somewhere and left you alone in the house.

Everything was silent there, only your footsteps ringing in your ears as you finally stood in Simon's door.

Knocking, you got in, the harsh smell of bad higiene hitting your nose as you saw his room, a complete mess, magazines on the floor, rotting food in plates and his wheelchair with clothes stacked up on it, the lump on the bed being Simon, who didn't even bother looking away from his phone to greet you.

He was vulnerable now- you had to remind yourself, he was weaker than never before; a small sense of pity forming in your gut as you walked towards his bed, sitting next to him as you placed your hand gently over his, him letting his phone drop to the covers as his eyes went to yours.

Deep eyebags, unkept facial hair and reddened eyes from sleeping all day- he looked like shit.

No words needed to be spoken, and neither of you wanted to anyways, anxiety filling up both your chests as your eyes met.

Your hand went to his face, caressing it softly, fingers then tangling on his greasy hair, sighing as you realized he was living as bad as he looked, his breath stank too- you trying your best to not make any face of disgust.

"Let's go wash you" You said to his surprise, but he didn't say anything, he was locking his feelings, afraid that if he showed any emotion he'd break into a million pieces, letting out his feelings for you in the proccess.

Getting up, you cleaned up his wheelchair, grabbing him up by his armpits as you dragged him to sit down on it, moving the chair towards his bathroom- thankfully his bathroom was big enough for you two, you going to turn the faucet on as you prepared him the tub, as soon as warm water filled it, you turned to Simon, giving him an awkard smile.

First step was to help him brush his teeth, as soon as he finished you helped him clean any toothpaste left overs from his facial hair.

He didn't even stare at you, his eyes lost on the tub as he thought how long had it been since he properly bathed, layers of sweat stuck to his skin- probably the water would end up black afterwards. Realizing he was a lost case, you kneeled in front of him to take off his black t-shirt, him offering no help nor protest, anxiety bubbling up your skin as you saw he spread his cuts to his torso, some fresh, some older, some already healed; you'd need to disinfect some later. Moving down, you began pulling down his pants, his hands instantly going to grab yours- his face crimson red as he looked away from you.

"It´s nothing i haven´t seen before Simon" You said- his hands leaving yours as he breathed a little more heavily.

Pulling the pants down with his boxers in one fast movement, you avoided looking at his groin- you weren't a perv. Lifting him up and getting him into the bathtub was another whole task, he had gained some weight, making it harder for you to move him in your arms. Once you had him in the tub, you got to work, applying shampoo on his head as you used a cup that was lying around to wet his hair.

You spent a good 15 minutes on his hair, untangling it and massaging his scalp, making him ease into it, letting out little sighs as he relaxed. After his hair looked shiny, you moved some of it from his face, smiling at the tenderness of the situation- the hatred you once had for each other forgotten into the peaceful situation, the only sound being of your fingers softingly cleaning Simon.

Things changed when you went with the sponge, your hand underwated rubbing on Simon's thighs, trying to clean his skin when his hand went to grab your arm, his wet hair pressing down on your shoulder as his fingers digged into your skin. Realizing what was going on, you had a mental debate- where you really gonna go down this path? What if he assumed you were going to go back with him if you "did" this?

However, something lit up inside of you... Seeing him so, vulnerable, desesperate- you were probably the first person to care for him this way in such a long time, wouldn't you extend your kindness just a bit more?

Letting go of the sponge, your hand went up his thigh, feeling his body hair thicken as your hand reached upper and upper, feeling the intense warmth emanating from his crotch, even in the hot water.

He let out a low groan as your hand grasped his hard dick, fingers going to rub his tip before masturbating him, hand moving up and down as he bit your shoulder, his whole body tensing. He finally looked at you- god, were you gorgeous, your brows furrowed as you bit your lip, focused on getting him to cum, now letting out groans and moans for you to hear, your face moving to his direction, finally your lips meeting as he felt his orgasm come closer, since he hadn't done anything in some time, being a bit too sensitive, not really lasting long before feeling the knot on his lower abdomen grow.

Your tongues danced with each other, your hand jerking him off rapidly as his grip on you tightened, letting out little mewls of your name as he broke the kiss, hiding his face on the crook of your neck as he came, his fluids mixing with the water as he came down from his high, breathing heavily.

"Well, we better change the water now"

#cry of fear #cry of fear x reader #cry of fear smut #david leatherhoff x reader #simon henriksson x reader

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mackjlee9 · 7 months

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Kenny Rossmore x Male!Reader [Fluff]

part 2. »»»

Masterlist.

We're the Millers

Being the last one to get in, (M/n) closed the door and found a comfortable spot near Kenny, not really interested in anything else other than taking care of his best friend for the whole duration of this trip.

He almost couldn't believe he found himself involved in David's problems just because Kenny wanted to be part of the plan, and then that girl, Casey, joined in as well. She was -somewhat responsible- for everything that happened, at least in the way (M/n) viewed it.

If she had been getting robbed somewhere else, Kenny wouldn't have gone out to help her, and then it comes to the part where, if she hadn't run away from her parents' house, nothing would've happened.

But oh well, it was too late and useless to put the blame on everyone other than David. He was the drug dealer in the first place, he should've known better than to get between the robbers and the girl getting robbed.

In all honesty, he just didn't want to get Kenny into anything dangerous, perhaps he tried too hard. But no way was he gonna let Kenny go, all by himself, with someone like David Clark. Rose might be nice at times, but (M/n) never got along with her... And that was probably because Kenny was, somewhat, attracted to the older woman.

Well, there's no point in dwelling in the past, they're already wrapped in this whole mess. And he's winning fifty thousand dollars out of this job.

David was freaking mad when he heard him, "50k?! What do you need so much money for?! You're just a kid!"

"I need to pay for my and Kenny's university fees, David, so you pay me... Or I'll tell your boss and... The DEA," in the end, they made a deal.

And now, he was stuck in a situation that could've easily been avoided, but Kenny always had that "hero complex", he wanted to help and save everyone but alas it rarely ever worked, he might be over 6 feet tall, but he looks too innocent and naive still, so no one finds him intimidating.

"See? Even this loser here wants to see them!" The sound of Casey's voice caught his attention, and he looked up to glare at her. He was about to get up and make her apologize for calling Kenny "loser", but she started chanting 'fireworks!' over and over again.

And David didn't like that, at all. He stopped the trailer and turned on his seat to look at every one. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening, and ultimately, decided to turn back to his phone, and his music.

After that, they continued with their way, but not without lighting up a single firework that (M/n) didn't bother coming out to watch.

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The four of them looked around the place, seeing all the drugs that had to be loaded in the trailer. It was definitely more than just a smidge... They were fucked, genuinely.

"Kenny, (M/n)... Watch the pot," and David left, along with Rose and Casey. (M/n) huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna kill that stupid old man..." (M/n) mumbled to himself as they left and got in the RV again, along with a basket of fresh fruit brought in by Kenny, ready to cross the border back to the country. But of course, things weren't going to go smoothly when you had someone like David driving.

They were stopped by a cop, who thankfully accepted bribery but... They didn't have that money, at least not yet, but the officer was open to taking another kind of bribery. And of course, David saw his way out of this whole ordeal, only to have his dreams crushed when he was informed that...

The officer wasn't straight.

"Serves you right, asshole," (M/n) felt Kenny lightly tapping his shoulder, in a way to tell him to stay quiet or not say that about Mr.Clark, but he couldn't care less.

Ever since (M/n) found out Kenny had a drug dealer as a neighbour, he's made it his duty to stay with him and protect him from David, Kenny was too nice to see the bad in others, hence why he got picked on a lot in school, however, (M/n) was always there to stand up for him. It's been that way since they were kids, and he wasn't gonna stop now.

"Alright, Kenny... You're up," David stood up from his seat and took Kenny out of the RV, of course, (M/n) panicked and followed after them.

"Are you fucking serious, David?!" He walked out, screaming in rage, and David rolled his eyes, done with (M/n)'s attitude.

"Yes, I am serious, he can get us out of this mess-" (M/n) stood in front of Kenny, standing up to protect him.

"The mess that you got yourself involved in, so maybe you should go suck mister officer off yourself, instead of asking a kid to do it for you!" Kenny looked back and forth between his best friend and his fake dad, unsure of what to do, "He's not gonna do it."

"I'm not a kid-"

"Then I'm sure you can take his place," (M/n) stayed silent for a few seconds, his jaw clenched as he glared at David, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the police officer, waiting at a safe distance from them, "I doubt you would want Kenny to get arrested because you couldn't do something he could've done easily."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his hands tight in fists, "Fine... I'll do it."

"No, (M/n), you don't have to-" Kenny held (M/n)'s wrist, trying to pull him back, making the (h/c) haired male turn toward him.

"It's okay, Kenny, go back inside-" he glanced at David and saw him tapping his wristwatch, mouthing 'tic, tac' at him, "Just go back inside, please... Casey!" He called for the teen girl who stood by the open door next to Rose, "Don't let him out," while he dragged Kenny back into the RV, he ignored the blond's complaining, saying he could do it, that he didn't have to do this for him, but (M/n) ignored him and turned back to look at David, who had a smirk on his face.

He walked closer to him until they were face to face, and he glared at the old man.

"Make sure you add 10k to the fifty you owe me, asshole," and his smirk was gone, replaced by a frown.

"Depends on how good you do, kid," they began walking closer to the officer, and he could faintly hear Kenny calling for him from inside the RV, "Now, this what you're gonna do-."

"I know what I have to do old man," David looked at him with raised eyebrows but (M/n) didn't realize.

"Hey! What's going on?" The officer came by and stopped in front of them, "Somebody sucking my dick or am I getting a thousand pesos?"

(M/n) looked at the officer and then back at David, who looked baffled at the new word he heard, "Pesos? You are a fucking idiot!"

(M/n) paced around annoyed, watching how David gave a hundred bucks to the officer, who left them be after blowing him a kiss. He felt shivers down his spine and turned around, stumping his way back to the RV, where Casey and Rose had been waiting for them to come back.

He opened the door and walked past Kenny, heading to the back of the trailer and finding a comfortable spot to sit on. A few minutes later, he got bored of his phone and Kenny came in, sitting next to him.

"Thank you for... Taking my spot, you didn't have to do that, (M/n)," he looked at Kenny from the corner of his eye, slowly turning to look at him, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, "Were you really going to...? Y'know, suck him off?"

Kenny's question almost made (M/n) laugh, "Well, my plan was to punch him hard enough until he passed out so we could escape but... Didn't have to do that after all."

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(M/n) and Kenny were having fun in the back playing games on their phones together, when Casey came up to them with the Mexican sombreros.

And apparently, there was another RV right next to them, so she was ushering them to come out and be together.

"We're David and Rose Miller," he looked back and saw the three teens behind them, "My daughter, Casey," she leaned over to wave 'hello', "My son, Kenny, and his best friend, (M/n)."

Both of them leaned too, one less enthusiastic than the other, (M/n) wasn't good at meeting new people, he closed off easily in public so he hoped this was the only interaction they were gonna have with this family.

"Oh, it's so nice that you brought your son's best friend! I'm sure they are having fun together!" The lady in the other trailer exclaimed, as if moved by David's kindness, but judging by the smirk on his face, (M/n) knew he was gonna say something irrelevant.

"Well, his parents hate him and they're never home, so we took that role for them," David glanced back at him, ignoring how awkward he made the atmosphere with the unknown family next to them.

"Fuck you," he whispered in response and sat back down in one of the empty seats at the front.

Finally, it seemed like things were going by smoothly, but the car at the front was found with a pot, so now they had to wear their sombreros and smile wide like idiots just to pass as a nice family who came back from their vacation in Mexico.

But well, not everything seemed to be going to shit, seeing how illegal immigrants were crossing the border so the guards had more important stuff to worry about at the moment, so they made their way back into the RV and continued their way.

(M/n) put his phone to charge and sat next to Kenny, thinking of maybe taking a nap until they arrived, when David turned on the radio and Waterfalls began playing. He fixed his sitting position and looked at Kenny, knowing it was his favourite song, and he waited patiently to hear him sing and rap along with it.

Moments like this with Kenny, chill and lighthearted, never failed to enhance his feelings for him. Despite knowing how wrong it was to like his best friend as something more, (M/n) didn't really mind it, he could take the unrequited love any day if it was Kenny.

//////

(M/n) was looking out the window of the RV, lost in thought, completely unaware of how Rose, Casey and David were talking about Kenny, watching him talking to Melissa, the only child of the Fitzgerald family they found themselves camping with.

"She would be the luckiest girl..." The three of them stopped talking when they heard (M/n), watching Kenny with a sad look in his eyes, "He just has to be brave and say it."

David made eye contact with Casey and Rose, who shrugged and remained quiet, "I thought you liked Kenny?"

(M/n) scoffed a humourless laugh, trying to sound cheerful but failing, "Yeah... He's not into guys, believe me, I've tried, so..." He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, "I don't know, kinda gave up."

After that, the air got a little tense, until Rose convinced David to go out there and talk to Kenny, help him a little and (M/n) stood up, sitting on the steps of the RV as the door remained open, staring up at the night sky.

"Count to three and then do it, because you're gonna overthink it and that... Will drive you crazy," well, that wasn't a half bad advice coming from someone like David. (M/n) watched how the old man got up and Rose walked next to him, stepping out of the RV.

And there was Kenny, making his way back inside.

"Hey, you good?" He stood up and walked in, closing the door behind them and sitting on the empty sofa. Casey was sitting across from them, blasting her music and staring at her phone, "I saw... What happened with Melissa."

Kenny shifted awkwardly, but he noticed (M/n) wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the floor. Then he remembered how (M/n) had dated quite a few people so maybe he could explain to him what he could do, even if he got advice from David, someone his age, and his best friend, would give better advice. Or so he thought.

"Can you help me, (M/n)?" Kenny watched how he froze in place and slowly looked up at him, making eye contact, "Teach me how to kiss-"

He hurried to cover Kenny's mouth before he could keep talking, glancing over at Casey who was still minding her business, even so, (M/n) decided to drag Kenny to the back room of the RV, he didn't want her to hear and make fun of his best friend just because he hadn't had his first kiss yet.

They sat together and after making sure no one was coming with them, he looked at Kenny, a serious expression on his face.

"You want me... To teach you how to kiss?" (M/n) watched how he nodded frantically, licking his lips nervously, something that he didn't miss, although he tried to not make it obvious that he was staring at Kenny's glossy lips, "You know there's nothing I can teach you unless... I physically teach you, right?"

At that, Kenny seemed a little more hesitant, and (M/n) wanted to smack himself because he might've ruined his only chance to ever kiss Kenny, so he decided he was gonna count to three, and then say it. One... Two... Three.

"If you really wanna kiss Melissa I can teach you, it... Doesn't have to mean anything," (M/n) shrugged in a way to appear more nonchalant, but the truth is, his heart felt ready to burst, "We've been best friends for over ten years, a kiss is not gonna change that, Kenny."

"But... I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy," okay, that was kinda painful, but at least he didn't say he didn't want to do it because it was him.

(M/n) tried to come up with an excuse, something easy that could ease Kenny's nerves... Oh, he got it, "Well, we can just pretend it never happened, that way your first real kiss will be with Melissa," he chuckled in a way that seemed real, and he was glad Kenny bought his excuse and was convinced.

"If you put it like that..." Kenny looked at (M/n), seeing how he was patiently waiting for his response, "Okay," he sighed and fixed his sitting position, feeling incredibly tense.

(M/n) noticed and laughed, a real laugh, and turned to slightly face Kenny, placing his hands on the blond's shoulders, "Hey, relax, kissing a guy is no different than kissing a girl, alright?" Kenny nodded and took a deep, shaky breath, his body loosing up and shifting around to face (M/n) as well, "We'll stop when you feel like stopping, okay? Don't wanna scare you too bad."

He didn't want to admit that, in reality, (M/n) was trying to calm himself, he was beyond excited and scared shitless, he felt like he was gonna throw up from how much his stomach was tingling, and it felt like it was stuck in his throat, and he could only hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He was getting dizzy, the thought of getting to kiss Kenny, his best friend, and one-sided love made him extremely happy.

But it won't mean anything to Kenny, while it will be a dream come true for (M/n).

Despite all the experience he's had kissing girls and guys alike for the past few years, nothing could compare to this moment in time, he never felt his way, not even when he had his first kiss.

"Alright, first of... Close your eyes," Kenny squirmed while mumbling 'ah, yes', and closed his eyes. (M/n) could see how much he was shaking, whether it was because he was nervous or scared, he didn't know, all (M/n) knew was what he was feeling as he slowly leaned closer to Kenny, "You ready?" He whispered so as to not scare him, and he watched how he slowly nodded.

(M/n) leaned in and pressed his lips on Kenny's, his eyes closing as he closed his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hold his face and kiss him over and over again.

After a few seconds, Kenny backed away, and (M/n) was scared he might've done something wrong, "That's it?" He couldn't hold back his chuckle.

"Well, that was a peck, not really a kiss..." Kenny nodded and shifted closer to (M/n), "Kenny?"

"Can we do it? A kiss?" Oh my- the way Kenny's voice sounded and how he was looking at him with those green eyes almost made (M/n)'s brain short-circuit.

"S-sure, this is... Me teaching you how to kiss after all, you have to learn..." (M/n) felt himself getting more nervous when he realized Kenny was the one leaning in now.

"Can I try something?" Feeling Kenny's hand gently holding his face sent shivers down his spine, even if his touch was warm against his skin.

Scared of stuttering and letting Kenny know how this whole situation actually affected him, (M/n) nodded, feeling proud that Kenny would want to take the initiative this time around, even if it was at the expense of his poor heart.

And he soon felt Kenny's lips pressed on his again. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes, relaxing under Kenny's hold and letting him take the lead and set the pace. Although, as he was still learning, it was getting a little messy, so (M/n) couldn't help but let a small smile grow on his face, reaching his hand up to hold to Kenny's wrist, pulling away the slightest bit, their lips gracing and breaths mixing.

"Easy, no need to rush..." (M/n) noticed how rapid Kenny's breath was, and he pressed their foreheads together, "Breath slowly and through your nose, okay? You're doing good."

"Really?" Kenny's voice trembled and for a moment (M/n) thought there might be a possibility of him enjoying his kisses, but he didn't let that thought last, pushing it away where it wouldn't cause hope to rise.

"Really," and with that, Kenny held (M/n)'s face in both his hands, leaned in the few inches keeping them apart, and kissed again.

Their lips moved slowly against each other, and (M/n) tried to prevent his body from trembling at the sensation of Kenny's lips and touch on him, keeping his breathing as steady and levelled as he could while his mind and heart were racing against each other. His mind told him this was wrong and it would only cause him more pain when Kenny got together with Melissa. But his heart...

His heart told him to enjoy this moment they were having together, treasure it and never forget how gentle and sweet Kenny's kisses felt like.

After a few minutes, they pulled away, trying to steady their breathing the best they could, "Was that good?" (M/n) whispered, slightly pulling back to look into Kenny's eyes.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, as if he was in a daze, his sight stuck staring at (M/n)'s lips, "Can we keep going...?"

He almost choked with his spit, but he managed to hide it, and he nodded, "I told you... We'll stop when you feel like it, Kenny."

"Good, 'cause I don't want to stop."

The kisses that followed were more intense, more needy, filled with want and... Perhaps desire, maybe even a spark of love.

Kenny almost didn't want to admit it, but (M/n) was an amazing kisser, and he found himself just wanting more of him- of his best friend, completely unaware of how his thoughts regarding Melissa had completely abandoned his mind long ago. He could only think about continuing to make out with (M/n), enjoying their time without "parents" around.

#kenny rossmore x reader #kenny miller x reader #kenny miller x male reader #were the millers #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter x male reader #fluff #male reader #x reader #reader insert #.mackjlee9 writes

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somethin-human · 9 months

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My Darlin’/Tank headcanons

(Forgive me, I am feeling gross and congested so if sentences sound weird, that’s probably why lol bc my brain has stopped working)

They have naturally super white looking hair, but dyed the underneath layer black

Idk if this is considered a headcanon but like they genuinely have no idea how to cook. They know how to heat up things in a microwave, but like if not that, then they’re completely lost.

They are the cuddly type when they are drunk or sick.

Whenever they wake up from a nap (that Sam forced them into), they’re shift and do a big stretch.

Addition to that, they’re also do that thing that dogs do sometimes and nudge their snout to Sam’s butt (like the side of it) and it always makes Sam giggle.

Sam and Darlin’ still haven’t gone on a proper date. Not for any particular reason, they just don’t really find it necessary and just chill at home and watch movies.

When they broke up with Quinn, they chopped off all their hair with a knife. Not even with scissors, a whole ass knife. And their hair looked super choppy but cool looking.

When their hair grew back out, Angel was the one to fix it up a little bit.

Sam has a basement that he never used but when Darlin’ moved in, they turned it into a gym because they took a liking to boxing.

They still have an iPhone 4, and they completely shattered the screen but it still works completely fine. Sam and William have INSISTED on getting them a new phone but they always turn it down. (Is this a self insert? Probably? But thankfully I don’t have an iPhone 4 anymore… now I have a 6s 😩)

They did have a gender crisis when they were a younger teen, but then decided to just go with whatever.

Anarchist

Sometimes David asks if they would want to be a part of a gig and sometimes they say yes, but David always plans for them not to show up until an hour after they’re supposed to be there.

They’re complete ass at Minecraft, but they play with the other mates because why not.

There’s a cliff in the forest that surrounds their and Sam’s cabin and sometimes when they feel “eh”, they’ll just sit near it and watch the birds.

If they’re terrified of anything, it’s thunder.

They’re really good at quickly calming their panic attacks because they’re scared of being vulnerable and hate crying in front of people.

They have stollen several flannels from Sam.

Sweetheart got them a weighted blanket and it’s their favorite thing.

Sam bought them a stuffed animal. They said it was cute, in like a “oh, yeah, thanks” kind of way, but whenever he comes home from a clan meeting, he finds them curled up with his pillow and the stuffed animal.

(I have more, but this is what y’all are getting)

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted audio darlin #redacted audio tank #redacted asmr darlin #redacted darlin #redacted tank

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northwindow · 1 year

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favourite podcasts? (If u don’t mind sharing)

yeah totally! here are some—

a recent favorite is you must remember this, the film history podcast by karina longworth. the show explores everything hollywood's first century can tell us about the surrounding cultural ideals, shifts, etc. and it's so impressively researched by someone who knows a ton about movies. i started with the most recent season called “erotic 80s” and now i'm in the middle of “make me over” which is about hollywood and the beauty industry. cannot wait for the next season "erotic 90s" but thankfully there's also a huge back catalog.

aack cast, jamie loftus' podcast miniseries about the cathy comics. you don't actually have to know much about cathy to enjoy this lol, the comic is sort of a gateway to investigate the lives of boomer women when it comes to feminism, consumerism, work, etc. it's a mix of interviews, jamie's writing, and even some narrating of the comic strips. i really like all of jamie's shows, she has a really natural style that is funny and curious and heartfelt. her lolita podcast is another favorite that is stylistically similar but obviously heavier territory.

between the covers with david naimon is a longform author interview podcast, i love it because david is best interviewer i have ever heard in any context. he really close-reads his guest's books and comes up with these very thoughtful thematic questions that draw out conversations about craft, social justice, society and culture, feelings, and a million other tangential things. i would recommend starting with an episode about a book you've read before, but now i use it for recommendations or just to listen to interesting people talk even if i don't know their work previously. i also really like commonplace with rachel zucker which is similarly in-depth, it has a different but also wonderful interview mood.

some other shows i like: the allusionist, everything that branched off you’re wrong about (YWA, you are good, maintenance phase, if books could kill), twenty thousand hertz, decoder ring, literary friction, poetry off the shelf, vs., thresholds with jordan kisner, articles of interest, american hysteria. when i just want to listen to friends talking i like poog with kate berlant and jacqueline novak. and the podcast form of democracy now for news. always looking for new stuff if anyone has suggestions! ❤️

#i also like the poet salon but it’s been ages since they updated #i loved reply all before it imploded but now it’s like a sad memory

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devox2564 · 5 months

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In Your Heart Chapter 7: Softly, Slowly

Jake Kizka x fem reader

That night in Savannah…

The two of you stumble into your hotel room. You've been feeling the acrid rising in your throat since the elevator ride up. You dash clumsily to the toilet and barely reach it before heaving the liquor filled contents of your stomach. You won't remember anything before the rooftop tomorrow.

You sit awkwardly straddling the toilet, sending steady streams of vomit into the bowl. You feel Jake enter the bathroom behind you and hear him let out a stifled laugh. He's just as drunk as you are, although obviously better at handling it.

"If you're going to laugh at me just go." you say with a bit of a laugh yourself, attempting to look over your shoulder at him.

"If I go, you'll probably asphyxiate in the night."

"That would be better than this." you hiccup.

"What kind of friend would I be," he approaches and attempts to crouch down next to you, failing and falling onto the tile floor "if I let that happen?"

It's your turn this time to giggle, before a fresh wave of puke rears its ugly head. He scooches closer to sweep your hair up and away from your face. Your throat burns and your eyes are watering sending tears dripping off the tip of your nose. This fucking sucks. You haven't been this drunk in a long long time. Not since your mother died.

His hands steady as minute by minute his drunkenness subsides slightly. This last bout seems to be the last of the night thankfully. After a few moments of relative relief, you turn around to face Jake and a wave of sadness intensified by the alcohol hits you. Real tears this time well in your eyes and fall. The numbness that the alcohol provides really hasn’t touched the pain that clutches at your bones. You can’t seem to shake the sick feeling when you visualize David with another woman. Although you aren’t sure why it was so easy to believe he would do such a thing. Jake is leaned against the wall looking at you and you fall into him as a loud uninhibited sob racks your body. His arms immediately respond, engulfing you in warmth and safety.

He strokes your hair and begins to send a stream of "It's going to be alright"s and "he doesn't deserve you"s into your ear as the two of you sit together in a drunken heap. The sound of your pain has struck a chord and Jake's own tears begin to fall. Each of you feeling the wound left in the other’s heart. Two drunk, broken people together on the cold bathroom floor.

Present Day.......

You're freshly showered and curled up on the couch of the bus. The lights of Nashville whoosh past as the bus merges onto I-65 out of town. You're still, even hours later, riding high on the performance. The four of you had all agreed that it would only get better as this leg stretched on. The crowd, the music, the energy. How could it get any better? You smile to yourself and click the television on, surfing channels mindlessly. The others had gone to bed long before the guys had shown up an hour late. Since then, everyone had retired and you were alone, unable to sleep.

Moments like this, moments that should be nothing but happy, are hard for you. The past four years are littered with memories just like this: your first date with David, your first set at Tootsie's, the day you found out you were going to be part of a real band. They were all happy, but rimmed with sadness. You wanted to tell your mom about all of them. She was always the ear for your triumphs and mistakes. The best advice you'd gotten in your life had come from her lips, and even when her mind had started to slip you'd still told her everything.

Thinking of her, and what she'd have to say in this moment you grab your phone and dial her old number. You were still the primary on the account so her number was active. The voicemail message begins immediately and you hear her voice low and sweet.

"This is Mariane, I'm away from the phone right now! Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." the phone beeps, ready for a message.

"Hi Mom, I miss you. I'm in a real band now, we opened at Bridgestone tonight. It went really well and I wish you could've been here to see it. I think you would've loved it. We’re headed to Chicago tonight on the bus. I love you Mom. Talk to you later." you hang up. A few years ago, this little ritual evoked tears. But now you were just happy to hear a little snippet of her voice and pretend she would just call you back later.

A little knock alerts you to Jake's presence as he enters the front of the bus. "Am I interrupting?"

"Nope." you say and give him a small smile.

"Who was that?" he gestures to your phone.

"My mom."

"Oh.. I'm sorry.. I didn't.." he stutters

"I just like to hear her voice sometimes. Let her know how I'm doing."

He settles down beside you and looks along as you stare at her name on the screen.

"Mariane. A beautiful name." he says

"She was the best. I want to tell her about all of this." you gesture around.

"Oh she'd love the bus." he flashes a grin at you.

"I'm sure she would." you laugh.

"I'm sure she'd be very proud of you." his voice is soft and he doesn't meet your eyes as he says this.

At these words your eyes do begin tearing, but you blink them back. You lean over and hug him with both arms, leaning your forehead against his temple. "Thank you."

"No thanks needed. I'm proud of you too." he says, brushing your words away.

Your heart tugs. You place your hand on his cheek and turn his face towards you. His lips are inches from yours, leaving only a small distance to close. You kiss him slowly, softly. Just one kiss, nothing like the one earlier that left you flustered and surprised. This is the first kiss that hasn't taken you by surprise. It holds lots of things. Curiosity, and gratitude, and maybe even a little bit of sadness, but it's also so achingly sweet that its almost painful to pull away. You sit for a moment leaning your foreheads together in the silence. Two people, trying to heal, sharing one breath.

"You know we're going to have to figure out how to move that date up right?" you whisper.

"Yeah I know that." he whispers back, stroking your cheekbone and leaning in again.

"Ah, ah, ah.." you pull away and settle back into your seat.

"Oh now that's mean." he rests his elbow on the back of the couch and pouts.

"A taste of your own medicine Jakey."

"Jakey. Shut up, who are you? My brother?" he laughs and rolls his eyes, looking out the window at the road passing by.

You rise from your seat and make to move towards the curtain leading to the bunks.

"And where do you think you're going?" he looks after you, still seated.

"I'm going to get some sleep I think." you reply, genuinely sleepy now.

He moves towards you, "Goodnight lovely lady" he pulls you in and kisses your forehead.

"Goodnight Jakey." you tease and poke him firmly in the chest pushing him back. "Be thinking on that date while I'm gone."

He stands and watches you disappear through the curtains, remembering the taste of your lips on his own.

Back in Nashville….

A key slides into the apartment door and clicks silently open. He moves through the rooms to the bedroom. Leaning down he smells the pillow, drinking in your scent. Taking out a small recording device, he places it underneath the bedside table. Back in the kitchen, another one goes on top of the cabinets. Satisfied that he has the most important areas covered, David takes out the new copied key and inspects it in the dim light. He’ll have you back. No matter what he has to do to get you.

A little sweet moment + some creepy ex bf shit :P We’ve got a date coming real soon y’all. Some drama as well. I appreciate you all reading! Y’all are so sweet, every reblog and note makes my day!

See y’all soon!

-E

#greta van fleet #jake gvf #jake kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fic #slow burn #soft fic

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deannagrey · 4 months

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Just Dare Me: Chapter 2 (4/4)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

My second attempt on the bull went much smoother — which isn’t saying much but I did manage to mount it this time. I yelped in celebration, tossing both hands in the air like I was a ref calling a touchdown. A few people nearby clapped for me, too. My workwear appearance was starting to garner attention. Could a cubicle worker stay on a bull longer than resident riders? Stay tuned to find out.

David gave me a clap as well. It was slow and mocking to match the glint in his eyes. He was so ready for my fall.

“All good?” the operator asked when I finally stopped squirming around to find a decent position.

“Not much traction,” I complained, mostly to myself.

“That’s the point,” David reminded me.

The operator chuckled and nodded in agreement. “You ready to start?”

“One sec,” I said and held my middle finger out at David. He laughed and returned the gesture. “Okay, now I’m good to go.”

The machine kicked into motion. Despite the slow, steady back and forth, I squealed enough for the operator to repeatedly ask me if I wanted to stop.

“No, no.” I gripped the strap so tight I thought my wrist might pop out of the socket. “I can do this.”

Somewhere along the line, I made up my mind that I was going to try for the record. Yes, occasionally, I could be one of the densest girls in the world. My toxic trait was thinking I smash any goal set before me. I might mope, whine, and complain about doing something new. But when push came to shove I always went big before going home.

A few onlookers whistled and cheered for me when they realized I didn’t go flying off the bull in the first second. Instinctively, my legs tightened and my body moved in rhythm with the machine. I was moving too fast to make out anyone, least of all David. I knew for a fact he was still watching me though.

The operator asked if I wanted to go a notch up. I gave him the yes signal. Bad idea. My neck whipped around enough that I knew I'd feel soreness in the morning. And my ass cheeks…god, I thought my upper body would be getting most of the beating during this process.

As to be expected, I felt like a loser on this silly machine. Had to look like one, too. Was there any way to look good on a bull? There had to be some kind of technique because the up and down came off as a bit erotic when I watched clips of some people.

Once again, the operator asked if I wanted to go up another notch. I gave him a thumbs up. My hand barely went back down before I got thrown headfirst into the mat. Thankfully, I landed on my side and not my head. The fall was rough enough to knock the wind out of me. My small crowd cheered for me. I stayed flat on my back, not moving as my brain caught up to my body.

“You okay, Miss?” the operator sounded worried, but it was David who joined me on the mat.

His head appeared over mine. I got an upside-down view of his face because. He placed his hands on both sides of my head, leaning in to get a better look at me. The worry in his eyes was new. It blossomed, traveling from his eyes to his jaw, making muscles tight. I triggered a lot of emotions for David. Mainly ones that sparked arguments. But this emotion looked ready to trigger an apology.

“You going to help me up? Or did you just come in here to admire my beauty?” I reached out my hand, trying to see if this new mood would stick around. Maybe my near-death experience would make him finally offer a nice word to me.

David stared at my outstretched palm like it was poisonous. His worry melted into nonexistence when he saw me smile.

“Get up,” he ordered in a hard voice. “You’re holding up the line.”

I scowled and pushed myself into a sitting position. Sure enough, people were queued up, voluntarily willing to get yanked around until their brains rattled. I fumbled my way off the mat, nearly tripping when I realized how dizzy I felt. My boots were gone from the spot where I left them. The operator nudged his chin toward David who was a few paces away.

“Nice work. Nowhere near record level but…” The operator shrugged and handed me a drink voucher. There was a number written on the back of it. “This one’s on me.”

The wink he gave me before I left went straight to my head. I guess I didn’t look too foolish on the bull.

“You know what?” I said as soon as I caught up with David.

He raised a brow as if he could care less. My boots were in his hands, and I left them there for the time being, enjoying the idea of having a personal caddy for the night.

“I think I’m having that drink,” I said, waving my voucher back and forth. “Got to celebrate my victory after all.”

David frowned and said, “Fine. After you.��

#westbrookeangels

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aeoneris · 10 months

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for archival reasons, and because rise has officially ended, i'm coping by looking back at the past two years and thinking about the master utsushi rabbit hole. this is based on a long reply i sent to a mutual but i think it deserved to have its own post where others can read it and i can expand further on certain details. or something. i don't know. i have no idea who will read this but if you do, please enjoy...

the ballad of master utsushi.

he was there regardless.

always watching.

waiting.

i wound up getting attached to utsushi-kyokan (master/instructor utsushi), ウツハン/utsuhan (utsushi x hunter) ship, and finding his Japanese fan community late 2021, and i've been chatting with mutuals and friends i made there since. at that time, capcom had opened up pre-orders for his nui (plushie). this plush is lovingly referred to as "Unui-kun", and people love to take him around and bring him places. here's my Unui-kun in new york city lol

fans love to dress him up and make clothing and accessories for him. had i known just how attached i would become, i would not have set my Unui-kun to ship via surface mail delivery because it took about 2-3 months extra for him to arrive... ;;

but anyway, it seemed that his popularity was growing because they continued to make more merch of him. he seems to have more than any of the other characters.

many of these are limited print/pre-order only, or were from specific events like the capcom cafe features. trying to get his merchandise became crazy, because scalpers started to pick up on how badly people wanted goodies of him?!

just how popular is this guy?! what's with the character tax!!

and how did this even happen... we're playing monster hunter, not an idol game! but i think it really speaks a lot for itself how rise had such colorful characters that you could get attached to. it seems he really jives with many female and queer players, so good on capcom for that hehe. many of the japanese fans i've met are either older women, very often mothers, or gnc, which i found to be really cool. the english-speaking utsushi fans are usually the same, too. the solidarity is real...

I found out that a lot of ppl, including myself, shared a similar experience: they missed out on a majority of utsushi's flavor text in base rise bc they didn't talk to him or the other NPCs very much during village and high rank quests, and therefore didn't even think much of him until after the fact. people double-taking when going through the game again and actually catching on to his antics... I think what really got things going was when they released his DLC voice and learned about his, uh, extremely affectionate lines towards the hunter when it comes to mew mew and blowing a kiss LOL. (the "welcome back, master!" line?!?! there's so much art of him in a maid outfit... and the way he says ace/manadeshi in his sleep at the table?!?! scandalous?!?!) even for me, he got my attention only once i saw the official art of him (realizing "hey he's got a cute design actually") and eventually encountering utsushi x hunter fanart on pixiv. another thing that got me noticing him was brian david gilbert's now deleted tweet about how zac efron and utsushi are the same. thankfully, we have the internet archive to save the existence of this post and i have to make sure people experience this lost media.

once i realized how weirdly close he was to the hunter, the gears started turning

i confirmed that ppl really did notice that it was unusual for an instructor character to refer to his pupil as "manadeshi (beloved/dearest disciple)" in the manner that he does, being so close to them in a way that felt so familiar and warm. he was already popular enough that by valentine's day 2022, fans literally sent real chocolates to capcom addressed to utsushi. i knew about this for a while, but i was shook that they wound up officially addressing that this really happened during the last update video.

after they received his chocolates, they immediately got one of the (female) illustrators on board to quickly draw that really cute valentine's day art of utsushi. the japanese tweet for that artwork had even a little bit more text than the english one…

that "i'll always be watching over you" line…

(and while i'm here, i have to mention the valentine's day art we got for 2023- i made a separate post about THAT.)

we started to suspect capcom caught on to this niche community's love for utsushi, and they started to kind of... troll us??? LOL.

throughout the previews of sunbreak last year, they would start obsessively sneaking utsushi into those chibi artworks. and when npc followers were announced, people were scrambling to find out if he was going to be one of them, but there also was some weird radio silence about him for a bit...

in one of the earlier trailers that showed the elgado hub for the first time, there was a very short part of the clip where ppl could see someone standing in the distance at the corner of the screen. all the utsushi fans went nuts because they were taking a magnifying glass and zooming up at there wondering if it was really him, because everyone wanted him to be there in sunbreak LOL.

of course we'd eventually find out that would be his perch for most of the game! it was only during the final preview trailer before the release of sunbreak did they finally announce utsushi as a follower, as if they were saving the best for last. and sunbreak dropped, we got to see him in elgado and enjoy hunting with him. and it didn't end there. he wound up being featured in two of the short stories released last summer, and we would not forget this incident.

when i think about how easy it is to just play through the story and miss out on following specific out-of-the-way flavor texts, let alone know about all this outside of the game, i wonder if utsushi joining the hunter in the battle against amatsu in the penultimate battle was strange, because he has such a spotlight on him, even being the one who allows you to ride an apex which was normally impossible. if people didn't acknowledge him before, certainly people would love him now.

his final line after you defeat amatsu: it's cute and silly in english... but in japanese, his line and delivery was extremely, almost unabashedly... romantic. many people were shocked because it sounded like a fervent confession.

"I'll say it once more... You are my pride, my beloved disciple."

finally, during the last update video…

we got this line straight from the director LOL. utsushi wound up being his personal favorite character in rise, and perhaps why we wound up seeing more and more of him in sunbreak.

all in all, if you kept up with the flavor text of rise, and if you followed utsushi's dialogue throughout the base game and expansion, the emotional pay off at the end was even better! and it is a shame when this stuff is mostly optional or you have to go out of the way for it, with so much being missable with every bit of progression. but making a monhun where story and character interactions are pushed more… i think they were on to something. it's probably something that could be divisive, but personally I think they should go all in on it more in the future. Rise proved that they could make charming and memorable (not to mention, named) characters... if they lean into it more in a future entry, then i hope they do it in a way where everyone can enjoy it and not feel like they missed out. but I also hope they would make it so that people don't feel overwhelmed with flavor text... it comes down to taste, but i think i have faith that monhun can try making more character-driven stories while still keeping the core of the series in tact.

here are some more miscellaneous utsushi things that i didn't know how to fit in earlier:

he's been featured multiple times in capcom cafe entrees. here's his matcha latte dango drink:

and for the sunbreak stories: a cake based on his fight with rathalos together with the royal guard, and then a drink that represents his... uh, struggle across the ocean to chase the hunter to elgado. because they will never let him live that down. i won't either.

here's a t-shirt of utsushi and kagami you can pick up on amazon right now. kagami was a very interesting arc when he was first shown- he was introduced as a long time friend of utsushi, training together in the past, but eventually parting ways.

his seiyuu in japanese is a sentai actor who loves monster hunter, so essentially, kagami is lowkey like a self-insert for him lol. he's goofy in english because he's voiced by a certain youtuber, but in japanese he takes a different direction of silly because he has a "chuunibyou" edgelord cringe way of talking. it's such a shame that kagami wasn't really in the game itself besides being mentioned in a few mission descriptions because i would've loved to see him interact with utsushi and the hunter, and i wish the royal knights and many of the NPCs had more cutscenes or something. it makes me think, if it weren't for the pandemic, could rise's story and scenario have been something more because of the DLC voice characters like hibasa/monju/kagami? anyway, a popular headcanon is that utsushi and kagami are ex-boyfriends lol (i personally like this one and adapted it for my utsuhan fanfics). but there are even those who ship kagautsu too (although it is rare because people overseas are a little wary of shipping characters who are based on real people).

and lastly, one of my personal favorites... the diseased kyokan shirt. this is from an online capcom shop, and you can use a proxy service like fromjapan.com to order it.

if you read this all, thank you! happy hunting! with the instructor! we love that guy! the guy of all time!

#utsushi #master utsushi #monster hunter rise #monster hunter #idk how to entice people to read the ravings of a madman like this #but inquire within for very cute official cafe items based on utsushi. please perceive them #and contained here is a selection of his merch. they gave this guy so much merch because they knew. they knew.#guy who made capcom so much niche money

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