#the bar owner let them off with too much stuff in the name of entertaining himself and a hope for insurance money

[corrodedcoughin]

How many times has corroded coffin tried to incorporate ‘pyrotechnics’ into their performance (eddie lighting the spray from an aerosol can on fire and screaming because he scared himself. Then the rest of the band screaming because he turned to face them while still spraying the can and almost melting an amp, Jeff’s eye brows and a drum) before they had to be stopped?

#you don’t want to know the answer #the bar owner let them off with too much stuff in the name of entertaining himself and a hope for insurance money #stranger things #eddie munson #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #freak stranger things #sometimes Steve sees Eddie get this look in his eye and Steve immediately goes to hide his hairspray. he knows that look and he promised #Wayne he’d never have to see Eddie with blank spaces where his eyebrows should be ever again #once was enough. especially when Eddie started drawing them on as ridiculously as he could and wouldn’t wash them off #even when he was going in to town or Wayne’s partner was coming over #it’s okay though. Wayne’s parter had met eddie before and he understood well enough #Steve was not willing to give even the slightest opportunity for Wayne to be disappointed in him though. so that’s why his hairspray is in #a safe now with the key hidden somewhere eddie will never look but Steve will never forget #his yearbook on the photo of Eddie

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 2

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: heavy/shameless flirting, provocative actions, dirty talk, aggressive-ish sexual advances, female!reader

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous →Part 1

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“Too old for you, sweetheart.” 

Those words repeated in your head over and over again, pissing you off more than they probably should have. Even though Keishin had yet to explicitly tell you how old he was, you were already well aware that he was probably a good four or five years older than you at least. Him pointing out that simple fact was not what was grinding your gears—it was the way he had said it.

With that devilish smirk on his face, he had practically said it as if he were taunting you with it. The way he had shut down your question was like he was holding his superiority over you; he might as well have just laughed in your face and said, “You couldn’t have me even if you wanted to.”

It was awfully bold of him to assume something like that with his tone of voice, because you didn’t even want him . . . well, back then you hadn’t wanted him. Now was a different story, and even though you knew it probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, the blatant ‘you can’t do it’ that screamed at you in his dark brown eyes was more than enough to make you change your perspective. 

So now your mission was to wrap Ukai Keishin around your finger just to prove that you could. 

At first, you hadn’t been sure how to go about accomplishing said mission because Keishin was rarely at the shop at all, which was how you landed the job in the first place—to take over for him. So, you really only had a short window at the beginning of the day when he was leaving and in the evening when he was coming home, but he was usually in too much of a rush or too exhausted to even look in your direction, let alone give you the time of day to make him fall for you.

Nevertheless, you used the few minutes you were graced with each day to the fullest. 

Leaning against the counter, your eyes kept flickering to the clock above the counter and to the door that led to the back room and, in turn, the stairs up to Keishin’s apartment. After working at the store for a few weeks by now, you had come to learn Mrs. Sakanoshita’s and Keishin’s schedules pretty well and knew that Keishin was due to come down the stairs, grumbling about how he was running late, any second now.

Right then, almost as if on cue, you heard heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs and got ready for your morning routine. When the door opened and Keishin emerged with a granola bar stuffed in his mouth and a cup of coffee in hand, you were quick to greet him.

“Good morning.” You smiled as you perked up. 

“Goog morngnan,” his speech was mumbled over the entire granola bar in his mouth, but you caught the gist anyway. He barely paused to acknowledge your presence, his mind completely focused on getting out the door.

A smirk playing at the corners of your mouth, you leaned over the counter, cleavage on full display from your tank top and apron, which hung low on you, and gently grabbed his arm. “Will you be back later tonight or should I wait for you before locking up?” you asked.

Keishin just rolled his eyes at you. You asked him this every day, and every day he gave you the same answer. “Just leave when you’re done. I have keys to the store . . . just like I did yesterday . . . and the day before that.”

“Just checking.” You let go of him, but not before you let your fingertips ghost over his forearm. “Have a good day, Keishin.”

“Yeah, you too.” He never returned the sentiment by using your name as well, but you still persisted, hoping that he might change his mind one day. 

As he turned his back to you and headed out the door, you watched him leave. Although men who pretty much wore track suits exclusively were not usually your type, there was just something about the way Keishin’s ass looked in track pants that did it for you. As you wondered whether he was as nicely sculpted everywhere else—and whether it came from volleyball or if he worked out sometimes in secret—he had disappeared from sight. 

With your short-lived window of opportunity having come and gone, resulting in the same pathetic outcome as always, you sighed heavily and got back to work. As much as ogling the boss’ son was entertaining, you still wanted to keep your job because you did really like it, so you still had to actually get the job done. 

Like every other day, you spend your shift helping out customers, manning the front counter, and cleaning when cleaning needed to be done. The days were usually more or less the same, so by now you could predict when a heavy customer flow would hit—like around lunchtime and after work/school hours—and when the store would be dead, giving you time to take a break, eat some lunch, and get some chores done. 

Sometimes the days went by in the blink of an eye and sometimes they dragged on painfully slowly. Today was the former, probably because it was a Friday and the store tended to see a higher than normal customer rush in the afternoon when people stopped by on their way home to grab snacks and drinks for the weekend. 

Today, however, ended up being unusually busy, even for a Friday, and before you knew it, it was almost time for your shift to end and you still had quite a bit of shelves to restock. You were a little bummed about having to stay late on a Friday night, but you knew that if you went home you would just end up eating some leftovers in the fridge, taking a shower, and lying in bed, scrolling on your phone, until you passed out. Unfortunately, you didn’t have any exciting plans for the evening, so it wasn’t a hard decision to choose to stay later to get the work done instead of having to come in earlier on Saturday morning. 

With the radio playing in the background, like it always was in the evenings when the customer flow was practically nonexistent, you locked the front doors and worked through box after box, restocking the shelves and doing some of the remaining cleaning that you hadn’t been able to get done during the day.

Half an hour or so later, you heard a slight commotion from the front doors and instinctively looked up at the clock, noting the time. It was well past closing time by now, but this also wouldn’t be the first time you would have needed to deal with someone who couldn’t tell time and send them on their way empty-handed. 

Just as you stood up from where you were kneeling in front of one of the back shelves, the familiar sound of the front doors sliding open filled the store. Confused and a little on-edge, you approached the noise. Ever since your first day, you refused to be snuck up on again and always had your ears sharp and listening for people. 

Rounding the shelf, you spotted a figure with its back turned to you. However, you recognized that ass and poorly dyed blonde hair instantly and calmed down. It was only Keishin.

“You’re back late,” you commented. Sure, he always reminded you that he had a set of keys for the store, but he had never returned after you had locked up and actually had to use them before. 

When Keishin turned around after locking the doors behind himself, you noticed he was a little wobbly on his feet and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, so that’s why you’re late.” You stood back and gave him a wide birth as he slowly stumbled over to the counter and sat down on the stool behind it. 

Keishin narrowed his brown brows at you. “What’s that mean?” he inquired, his speech completely unaffected despite the fact that he was moving like he was tipsy, which he seemed to be.

“Oh, nothing.” You shrugged, brushing off his inquiry. “At least one of us had a good night.”

“Mmm . . . very good,” he sighed before folding his arms on the counter top and resting his head on them. 

You watched him for a minute or so, watching his back for rising and falling to prove he was still breathing when he went silent and still. “You should probably go to bed,” you told him, afraid he might pass out right there on the counter, leaving you to deal with his unconscious body. 

“Yeah . . .” He paused for a while before continuing. “Just rest here for a little bit first.”

“Okay.” You nodded slowly before turning back toward the shelves you had been stocking. “Well, I’ve still got some stuff to finish up so just call if you need anything.”

“Kay.”

Normally, you would be using this time to try to seduce him some more in whatever subtle way you could think of, but since he was pretty drunk, you decided against it for tonight. Besides, you were a little too exhausted to try anything anyway. Maybe this had all worked out for the best; a night off to just be in the same room as him and maybe you could gather some information to aid your pursuit that would resume the following day.

As the radio continued to play softly throughout the store and Keishin rested on the counter top, you quickly finished up stocking the shelves, noting that you would need to do some sweeping the next morning due to how dusty the tile was in the back corner. 

Standing up, you dusted off your hands and began patting your black pants off as you strolled back to the front. Surprisingly, Keishin was sitting up now, leaning back against the wall and typing something on his phone. In about twenty minutes, he seemed to have sobered up quite a bit.

“Damn, you bounce back fast,” you said, eyeing him and the nimble movements of his fingers while he typed. When he didn’t respond at first, you just went back to dusting off your pants.

“You missed a spot,” he finally spoke, his fingers ceasing movement while his eyes flickered over his phone at you.

Trying to inspect the back of your pants and failing miserably, you huffed. “Where?” You patted a few more spots, starting to wonder if you had actually missed a spot or if he was just messing with you.

“No, not there. On the side-” He tried to point out the spot he meant, but when you kept turning and twisting, it was impossible for him to pinpoint the area for you. “Oh, for fuck sake.” He set his phone down, stood up, and approached you. 

Right as he extended his hand to wipe away the smudge of dust on the side of your thigh, you turned again and he ended up brushed his hand across your ass. You both froze immediately, and when you looked up at him, you noticed a light dusting of pink across his cheeks.

Out of all the fruitless plans and days you had spent trying to get any reaction out of him, in the end, all it had taken was a few drinks on his part, an accidental encounter, and a misunderstanding to see any sort of progress.

“S-sorry,” he stuttered slightly, but you knew it wasn’t from the alcohol . . . or, at least, it wasn’t just from the alcohol. 

“It’s okay,” you told him, shrugging it off right away. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and you were slightly surprised to see such a reaction from him after something as trivial as an accidental butt touch. 

“I-I was trying to brush your thigh but you turned and then-”

You giggled. “Really, it’s okay.” You found his embarrassment endearing. “I think I’ll survive.”

“It’s not about that.” He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Workplace harassment is taken pretty seriously these days. Not to mention . . . sexual harassment.”

This time your giggle turned into a full blown belly laugh. “Do you honestly think I’m going to report you for an accident like that?” you questioned. “Besides, who am I going to report you to? You and your mom own this place, right?”

Furrowing his brows, Keishin seemed pretty disgruntled about what had happened. “You’re sure you’re not upset about it?”

“You’re really bent out of shape over this, aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay, how about we make it even?”

“What are you-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you had reached around and gently planted your hand on his ass. It took every ounce of self restraint you possessed not to give it a squeeze and test to see if it truly felt as great as it looked, but in the end you just left it at a light touch like he had done to you.

“Now we’re even,” you told him softly. “You gonna be okay now?”

Just like before, there was a faint blush on Keishin’s cheeks. But this time, in addition to the pink hue, there was a hungry look in his eyes, and you truly couldn’t tell if he was actually hungry after drinking so much or if he was hungry for something else . . . for you.

The two of you fell into silence for a few moments, breathing heavy and eyes locked. The way he was staring at you, you were ready for him to lunge at you at any second, but he never did. His hand twitched slightly by his side and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, but he never stepped closer.

Since this seemed like your best chance, you were forced to make the first move. If he didn’t want this, you would stop right away . . . but you were half convinced he did want this.

“You work so much . . . has it been a while since someone has touched you like this?” you asked in a hushed whisper, slowly removing your hand from his behind and moving your fingers to toy with the hem of his shirt. 

Keishin, whose face and neck were bright red at this point, didn’t answer. Instead, he swallowed hard and wrapped his hands around your arms. Then, he stepped backward, sat back down on the stool, and pulled you to stand between his legs. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” Your hands began travelling up under his shirt, nails lightly scratching over his lower stomach. “Say the word and I can make you feel good.”

Keishin’s lips parted and it looked like he was seconds away from practically begging for it, but before he did, something flashed in his eyes and he came to his senses. Running his hands down your arms, he snatched your wrists, pulled your hands out from under his shirt, and held you at arms-length. 

“I know that you think this is all fun and games, sweetheart, but you’re seriously biting off more than you can chew here,” he warned, eyes dark and serious.

You were taken aback. How had he done a 180 so quickly?  “How do you know how much I can fit in my mouth?” you teased, choosing your words carefully. “You haven’t even let me show you yet.”

He just shook his head. “26.”

You cocked a brow, unsure if you had heard him correctly or not. “What?”

“You asked me how old I was,” he elaborated. “I’m 26. You’re 18. That’s an eight year age gap. Eight years is a lot when you’re 18.”

You felt your blood begin to boil in your veins. “Why does everyone think they know what I can and cannot handle?”

“Why are you so adamant on refusing to acknowledge that people older than you might have some useful advice?” he said plainly. “I’ve been 18 before. I know what it’s like to feel like no one is taking you seriously, but making stupid choices in order to pass as independent is not the way to go about rectifying that situation”

Groaning in frustration, you pulled your hands out of his grasp. “I’m not trying to ‘pass as independent’. I am independent! I can make my own decisions and if I want to have meaningless sex with a 26-year-old I should be able to do that!”

“Why is this the hill you want to die on?” he inquired.

“Because it’s the only hill I have!” 

Untying your apron from around your waist, you yanked it over your head and threw it harshly onto the counter. After grabbing your belongings from the back room, you headed for the door, ready to be as far away from Keishin and the store as possible.

“Just my luck that I stumble across the only morally-responsible 26-year-old burnout in the fucking world,” you spat at him on your way past him to the front door. “I’m going home.”

“Okay, goodnight,” Keishin responded calmly, definitely completely sober by this point. He watched as you struggled with unlocking the front doors, waiting a reasonable about of time before offering his help. “You have to turn it the other way.”

Taking his advice without a word in response, you shot a glare at him over your shoulder as you pushed the doors open. You wanted to hurl one last insult his way, but by then, you were too emotionally exhausted and mentally flustered to think of anything appropriate . . . and if you were being honest with yourself, his words were sinking too deep for your liking and you needed to be away from him before you did something truly horrible . . .

. . . like admitting he might be right. 

#haikyuu #lostinthewiind #haikyuu!! #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #reader insert #x reader #reader imagine #fluff #haikyuu smut #sexy time #keishin #ukai #piss off your parents #part 2

[jawllines]

miss jaws !!!! pretty pls could you soon give us that witchrry catch up you promised us ???? 💟☹️

OH YES! IM SORRY HERE YOU GO

i.

“I do not like this form, human! Change me back at once!”

When Y/N said she wanted to try the spell that could give a familiar a human body for a little while, she really had not expected it to go over like this.

How she did imagine it was something cute and simple. She and Harry having nothing to do on a Saturday night bored out of their whits and looking for some mild entertainment. Y/N would remember that she’d seen this spell flipping through one of the books that her Nan sent her in the mail, she’d tell him they should try it, and Harry would agree, of course, because who didn’t want to see an animal as a human? It would be fun, they would get to see what Thumper and Oat would be like as something other than furry little mammals, and then they would change them back and that would be that.

However, when you’re a witch, things rarely go as planned or even think about being as easy. Maybe it was Y/N’s fault (it definitely was), but she had sort of jumped the gun on waiting for a Saturday night that she and Harry were both bored. Instead, on a Thursday night when Harry is supposed to come over after doing some business at one of the bars here, Y/N thought she should just go ahead and make the concoction now. That’s all it was -- some special herbs and mixes that the familiar would consume. She thought it would be easy to just make it, set up somewhere high that Thumper and Oat (who she watched while Harry was working) wouldn’t be able to reach it, and then surprise Harry with the fact that she had made it once he got back.

But of course, just as soon as she’s turned her back to get the lid for the bowl she’d made it in, she turns around to see Thumper with his face buried in the mix, “Hey!” She cried out, but it was already much too late; Thumper’s little nose twitched as it was covered in the pink substance, and there is a flash of light so blinding that Y/N has to close her eyes. When she opens them. . .well, she made the potion correctly. In the place of her grumpy little bunny there is a grumpy looking guy with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. He had hair as white as Thumper’s fur, very dark colored eyes, and stark naked.

Y/N squealed, covering her eyes but before she could she saw him cover his ears, “Loud! Stop that!”

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, a little quieter, “Cover your -- cover your bits!”

“My what?” He sounded irritated, Y/N could only huff -- even if she hadn’t witnessed it happening, there would be no doubt in her mind that this attitude was coming from her bunny.

“The dangly thing between your legs,” she urges, “Cover it!”

There is a disgruntled sigh, “You are so rude! Why am I human? I want to be a bunny again!”

Y/N peeked her eyes open a little to make sure he had something over him, and she sees he’d settled with his hand, “Well if you would have just waited instead of sticking your nose in something that wasn’t yours, I could have explained what it was before you went and eat it! You’re such a naughty bunny.”

“I am not! You are a naughty witch. Who wants to be human anyway?” He plucked Oat up when had come around to sniff the bowl, “Don’t eat this Oat, it tastes like oranges, limes, and lemons all wrapped into one.”

Squinting, Y/N is about to scold him for being mean when the sound of a throat clearing drags their attention away from glaring at each other. He looks confused, his head tilted and his mouth had fallen open just slightly, “Who is the naked guy?” He inquired casually and said naked guy, turns his nose up at him.

“I am Thumper, can’t you see?” He sneered.

“Thumper, be nice!”

Harry hums low, “I could have sworn Thumper was about 60 centimeters tall and also a rabbit.”

“I made that -- the potion thingy, to give the familiar a human form, remember? And I was going to cover it and wait until you got home so that we could try it but someone immediately went over and started eating it!” Y/N looked back over to Thumper who is still scowling, and this is around the time he would usually stomp his foot then hop away to a different room. Seeing as he can’t hop, he stomps his foot and storms out of the room instead, still clutching Oat to his chest.

When they were out of the room, Y/N turned to face Harry with a deep pout on her mouth. He chuckled warmly, opening his arms for her, and she crosses the room to him quickly. She buries her face in his neck (he smelled like cold air and pine needles) and melts into the hug, “You’re silly, d’ya know that?” He rubbed up and down her back in large circles, “You know Thumper never minds his business when you make something that looks edible. And can I be honest? I really didn’t expect him to look. . .”

“Cute?” Y/N fills in for him, and Harry hums in agreement, “Yeah, I always imagined him as a grumpy old sod in his 70s, so you can say I’m also a little shocked.”

He laughs again, only this time he slipped away from her, looping his fingers around her wrist, “C’mon,” he murmured, “Let’s go see what they’re up to before he burns the flat down out of spite.”

. . .

As always, for some reason or another, Thumper takes better to Harry despite literally being Y/N’s familiar. He eventually calms down but only because Harry offered him the whole bag of carrot chips in the fridge, and asks him what he would like to watch on TV. When he choose animal planet, both Y/N and Harry hold back a snicker so they wouldn’t piss him off all over again. And despite not being happy about it, he does put on the boxers Harry gives him.

And like always, while Y/N and Harry are snuggled together on the couch watching the telly and waiting out for Thumper to relax enough to stop grumbling and grousing about how much this form stinks. He was always grumpy for a time but then relaxed after a while and usually crawled his way into Y/N or Harry’s lap to sleep. They figured he would alter it some since now he was about 160lbs at 6ft, but Thumper was not one to conform to anything with others in mind. If he wanted in a lap, he was getting in a lap, which is how Harry and Y/N both ended up with him stretched out across their thighs with his head resting on the couch pillow.

It was odd, but objectively, weirder things had happened.

He told them Oat didn’t want to be a human and kept her cuddled against him so he could “protect her from you rotten humans” and they both allowed it to happen, so she was snuggled up too. It was just a big cuddle pile, much how they usually are only with more human legs and arms than usual. Ultimately, he did calm down enough that they could pick his brain a little bit, and learn more about him than what was usually permitted between he and Y/N’s thought transference. Even then, at his calmest, it was like pulling teeth to get much of anything out of him.

“How long have you been around?”

“A very long time.”

“Well, yeah, but in years --”

“Many years.”

Y/N sighed, and Harry would squeeze her shoulder, chewing hard on his lip to stop himself from giggling, “Alright,” she continued, “Where were you born?”

“Earth.”

“Thumper,” Harry plucked Oat up from where she’d been sitting on his shoulder, “Oat wants to know too, she said! You wouldn’t keep her from knowing, would you?”

Thumper, whose eyes had been closed (they were completely black, which was a little startling to say the least, but nobody brings it up), blinks one of them open and peeks over at Oat who is looking at him with her head tilted. With a small huff, he readjusted himself, closing his eyes once more, “I have been around for 980 years,” he answered, and a small smile twitches at his mouth when they both gasp, “I was born in the Netherlands, and my first owner called me Finn. I hate this name, but she was not a witch and often fed me many good plants from her garden, so I suffered through it.”

Under the guise of Oat wanting to know, Thumper tells them plenty about himself, and it becomes quite clear why he was such a grumpy guy. He’d been around for years upon years and constantly switched owners, more often than not because they did something to upset him. Sometimes they would forget about him, sometimes they would step on his paw, other times they would call him mean names, and the worst of it -- they would punish him for nibbling on things. “I always wait for you to do something to upset me, but you have done nothing yet.”

“Shouldn’t you give me the benefit of the doubt at this point?” She patted at his full belly and he swatted her hand, “You did come to my doorstep didn’t you? S’not even like I stole you from the woods.”

“I smelled fresh fruit and plants, how was I to know I’d find a gardening witch? The imprinting was unintentional!”

Y/N pouted, Harry tugged her closer to him though and traced looping patterns into her arm, “You know he loves you,” Harry tells her, then takes a turn to poke at Thumper’s belly -- he swats him away too which makes Y/N feel a little better, “Oat tells me all the time how much nice stuff he says about you. He even comforts you when you’re sad! I think this grumpy stuff is all an act.”

Thumper’s brows furrow but he does not deny it, instead, he crosses his arms and turns his face away.

She smiles.

He eventually changes back after five hours and it was while they all had fallen asleep. One moment there was a very heavy presence with their arms circled around Y/N’s waist, with their head on her belly -- the next there’s a furry little body sat in her lap. He curled up in a tighter ball and snuggled nearer -- he didn’t even nip her when she pulled him up to sleep in her arms. Y/N maneuvers them both, and in doing so stirs Harry, who accommodates her. Her back to his chest, his arm flopped over her body, Thumper in her arms, and Oat sleeping at the top of Harry’s head.

Y/N wonders how she ever got to sleep without being like this.

#BLURBS

[chipsfics]

Part 1 - Introduction/Invitation

Part one of my currently-unnamed Inanimate Insanity fanfiction :)! Feat. Tissues and Yinyang. Some shipping but not a whole lot ;)

Rated: PG (A few heavy themes)

Hope you enjoy and much more to come !! :D

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Unlike Tissues, Yinyang knew he was going to be eliminated. Yin did, at least. He figured after a certain amount of time, the viewers just saw him as... Annoying. He had used up his entertainment value- Inanimate Insanity had packaged and squeezed dry his "quirks" of any and all comedy until they were just problems again. He was sure his other half knew elimination was at least a possibility- He was probably too preoccupied with his own thoughts, which sometimes blended together with Yin's. A lot of... "Everyone here hates me," and "I hate everyone here." Seemed like the situation was stressing them both out.

Weeks later, After they were all freed from the closet, Yinyang watched the episode where he was eliminated. Yinyang cried, not because he lost, but something kind of got tangled in his brain watching the way he acted. He was grinding his teeth watching the playback, Yang holding back tears and Yin letting them flow freely. If only, if only, if only. Needless to say, he didn't really remember a lot about what happened cooped up in that tiny closet. He mostly hid in the corner and tried not to grind his teeth down to his gums. Tissues, on the other hand, barely knew what was going on. One place to another, off a plane, rushing from iceberg to dodgeball court, grass field to bleachers- Next thing he knew he sneezed himself through a portal and ended up cooped up in a closet. Once the dizzy feeling cleared and he ended up face down, alone, in an empty closet with a locked door- One thing was abundantly clear: He lost. As usual. When another contestant stepped through the portal, the relief he felt was overwhelming- and as the closet filled up with eliminated contestants, the sense of relief he felt was replaced by self loathing and shame- Everyone else pretty much all hated him. As usual.

When they finally got a breath of fresh air, space to move around, personal rooms and even a breakfast juice bar- After everyone who came in contact with him was thoroughly sprayed down by Soap, nobody hated him anymore. They just didn't talk to him. Although, when he walked in the hallway, Soap would follow a safe distance behind him and clean where he last stepped with disinfectant. That didn't really help his self-esteem.

One quiet afternoon, everyone was still trying to settle into their new (but much nicer) living situations, Tissues got paired with the roommate who hated him the most. One Trophy horseplay, who was the one who stomped his face in more than a couple times while stuck in the closet. Of course, due to the technological advancements of melife, Mephone brought him back immediately after he got the death notification- bzz-ding, Tissues died again, to Trophy's frustration. Living with Trophy, he tried to keep all of his stuff in one corner- And he was kind of being shoved over by Trophy's ever-growing collection of sports equipment. Apparently he had nowhere to put it except for cluttering up their shared bedroom. He didn't have much things anyway- and he spent most of his time in the front game room. Tissues, Yinyang, and a few wanderers in and out every day in that same room, that same dinky game system, the same 4 outdated platforming games. He didn't remember the names of those old things, and he wasn't great at them anyway- It'd surprise you, but he didn't have the best hand-eye-coordination. 

Yinyang was also bad at them. He'd argue and curse and throw the controller and tug at the wires, Tissues would follow slowly behind him in co-op play. It was fun to play with someone who had the same skill level as he did, and it seemed like Yinyang had mellowed out a little from his appearance on the show- Having a bit more freedom and alone time seemed to make Yang calm down and Yin become cheerier and more friendly. If Tissues could say one Inanimate Insanity contestant was his friend- It was Yinyang. They had something big and terrifying in common- They were both freaks. The unlovable tend to find a way to love each other.

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Yaaaawn. Tissues stretched and looked at the clock- 11:30, about 3 hours earlier than when he usually woke up. He wiped the drool off his face, got up and feverishly brushed his teeth. He realized the breakfast bar was still open for another 30 minutes- More like 25 now that he'd dragged himself out of bed. OJ wasn't the world's most attentive hotel owner, but the breakfast bar seemed like something he was passionate about. There were rumors that he refilled the cereal dispensers by himself and doesn't let anyone else do it. Soap always threw a fit when someone else did the chores for her, although she seemed to have a quiet respect for OJ's breakfast bar. Tissues took the elevator down- He didn't trust himself to go down the stairs because of his vertigo. Lo and behold, someone else bumped into his hand reaching for the down arrow. It was Yinyang! 

"O-oh, go ahead, you first," Tissues said bashfully. 

"No, you first!" Yin chirped. "I assume we're both going down?" 

"Yeah, I'm gonna try and catch the last wave of breakfast, guyse. I'm not usually up this... SNIFF. Early," Tissues said, and jammed his finger into the down button, which started to glow a faint yellow.

"Wait, is the free breakfast thing still open?" Yinyang said, "The one where you can make waffles with the little do-it-yourself waffle iron?" 

"Is that what that is? I thought it was just a weird smoothie dispenser. I thought the stuff that came out of it tasted like waffle batter," He sniffed.

Yinyang laughed. Tissues would have been peeved, but it didn't seem like Yinyang was laughing AT him. That, or just the fact that his laugh was crisp and clear as a ringing bell. Tissues didn't think he heard him genuinely laugh a whole ton of times. It was nice. 

As they waited for the elevator to come up, Tissues noticed one of Yinyang's eyes blinking and drooping. Yang's side seemed to be sleepier than Yin's- His body lagging to one side until he had to jerk back into a standing position. Was it possible for one half to fall asleep and the other half to stay awake? DING. Tissues' train of thoughts was interrupted by the elevator door sliding open. They stepped in, and for the entire ride down Tissues fought as hard as he could not to sneeze- In a closed place like an elevator, that could be very annoying. More annoying than usual. The elevator ride was mostly silent and awkward- It seemed that Yang almost tried to fight on what button to press, but he was too tired and hungry to cause any trouble this early. It was a Saturday after all, the slowest days in the hotel, and once they made it downstairs to the breakfast bar, there didn't seem to be many contestants looking for something to eat so late. Tissues grabbed a paper plate and put a blueberry muffin on it, and got a small paper cup of orange juice. He noticed Yin and Yang were having some sort of quiet argument about what to get for a drink. Tissues couldn't help but overhear-

"Coffee." Yang spoke in a harsh whisper. "Not today, Water." Yin replied. "Coffee." "Juice, then." "Ok, Fine." "Apple juice." "I want orange." "Not today. Apple Juice feels more..." "Pure?" "Yeah." "Bull." "Let's just get our food, I'm too tired to argue." "..." "..." "Me too." 

Tissues seemed distracted, until Yinyang moved down the line and bumped him further down. He looked away, face flushed, and moved to the couch, flicking on the TV- He felt like he had just intruded on Yinyang's privacy, but Yinyang didn't seem to care. He'd grabbed apple juice and a pastry of some kind, filled with cream cheese. Yinyang and Tissues ate together, Tissues sitting on the carpet and Yinyang on the couch close by, both staring at the gameshow program that was playing on TV- something that aired often, it was starting to get old. That and the fact that the episodes are hard to tell apart. Same host every time, same backdrop, same formula. Because of this, Tissues' mind couldn't help but wander, and so did his eyes. Yinyang was focused intently on the tv, one hand, Yin's, tapping the sides of the paper cup and the other, Yang's, lifting the pastry to his mouth and taking a bite. They seemed to have figured out a good way to eat without arguing. 

"So," Tissues said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" Yin said politely. 

"Can i sit next to you guyse?" Tissues asked. Yinyang looked a bit puzzled.

"Sure. Why not?" Yinyang said, "Just try not to get any of your germs on me." Yang grumbled. Yin pinched his arm. "Don't be rude," Yang growled, but once Tissues got up and hopped up onto the couch cushion next to him, Yang seemed to have forgotten about it. Tissues was so short he had to put in a lot of effort to get onto the couch- It was almost comical. Because of that, he preferred to sit on the ground. People seemed to prefer him down there anyway. It was kind of nice, up there, though, and honestly the only thing he felt different was... More comfortable, and taller. It was nice. He hadn't even noticed the TV program changing from the game show to an ad break- some kind of infomercial on chairs. 

"Sooo.... Do you want to go and check out the pool today? I've heard that there's like, complimentary towels. I haven't actually been there yet," Tissues said.

"Are you... asking us to hang out with you?" Yinyang said curiously. 

"Well sure," Tissues smiled. "We're friends, right?"

"Umm..." Yinyang's face flushed a bright red. "Of course!" Yin chimed. 

"Whatever." Yang added, clenching his jaw and slightly baring his sharp teeth.

"I just didn't wanna show up alone. Can you swim?" He asked. Yinyang looked away.

"Not really," He said, embarrassed. "It takes a lot of coordination, and Yin hates listening." Yang said aggresively. Yin glared at his other half. 

"Ohhh thats cool. I can't either," Tissues replied. "I was just planning on sitting by the side. Maybe putting my feet in- Its just nice to have like... uhh. SNIFF. Change of scenery... I like the chlorine smell." 

"Well that sounds nice!" Yinyang said. "But we need to go back to our room first, Right?" Yang sounded like he was directing the question less towards Tissues and more towards Yin. 

"Oh. Well that's ok. I'm here all day," Tissues said, pulling his mouth into a goofy half-smile. Yinyang finished off his apple juice and got up, silently turned and smiled towards Tissues, and walked away. Tissues wondered what he was thinking about. 

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#inanimate insanity #fanfiction #ii #ii2 #fanfic #yinyang #tissues #tissyang #tissuyang #yissues

[justanotherwriter-fangirl]

You Broke Me First (K. S.)

Words: 2,309 words

Warnings: Not that I can think of... maybe a couple curse words  

A/N Hi!!! I’ve been working on this for a while so I wanted to post it before the requests I’m working on, it’s inspired by Tate McRae’s “You Broke Me First”. The lyrics will be italicized and I change the order a little bit but I hope you like it. Like always requests are open and feedback is always welcome <3

Gif obtained from Google. All credits to its owner. 

Thanks for reading

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Kelly and you had a lot of history, him being your friend since you were just childs, you knew everything about him or so you thought...

Like in all the cliché romantic movies, you fell for your best friend, hard, and even when it took several years, somehow along the way he asked you out wanting to make things between you two official, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest girl in the world that night.

As you grew up life started to get difficult but you always had each other, he became this super badass firefighter, soon turning into the lieutenant of the rescue squad 3 in firehouse 51, and you started working in your dream company as a executive assistant. 

Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself

But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else

With the pass of time you realized things were changing between you two, you knew that he didn’t like talking much about himself or his job, always carrying so much baggage with him but when he stop talking to you at all you knew something was different.

You both had crazy lifes, he had 24 hours shifts and you were most of the time busy as well, your boss being super demandant, but tired of missing him, one day you asked your boss for permission to leave early, your to - do list already done and everything ready for the next day, he wasn’t very pleased but even then he let you go.

It was your anniversary night and you thought some quality time together and a nice homemade dinner would make things better, attributing the lack of communication to your busy schedules, so that day you asked Shay to let you in, them being roommates for a couple years.

You had met Shay and the whole firehouse crew a couple times, they were Kelly’s family after all, so once in awhile when the CFD celebrated some big events you had the opportunity to interact with all of them.

Once everything was ready, you left the lasagna you had just made in the oven, not wanting it to get cold until Kelly arrived. You had set the table, lit some candles and choose some nice music to enjoy, now all you had to do was wait.

You sat on the table taking out your latest book to keep you entertained until he got home. One hour passed and you were already halfway done with your book, three chapters becoming ten and then fifteen, the candles almost all melted over the tablecloth, when suddenly you heard the lock of the door being open,

As fast as you could you tugged your book into your bag again and stood up to welcome him and surprise him with the dinner you had made but when you got sight of him, the surprised one was you.

He entered the room with a girl pressed to him, their lips never leaving each other as they started to rip each others clothes, immediately bringing tears to your eyes. He had not only forgotten your anniversary but he was also cheating on you, that completely explaining why you had been radio silenced.

“God, I love you, Royce” he said still unaware of your presence, eyes closed as he tried to take off her shirt, that’s when you couldn’t hold yourself anymore and a sob escape your lips bringing their attention to you.

You saw as his eyes opened up in surprise and just for a second you saw hurt in them, quickly being replaced for shame.

“(Y/N)...”

Before he could say anything else you grabbed your bag and left, not only exiting his apartment but his life too.

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard

That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt

Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name

But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say

The first months after you caught him with another girl were the hardest you had ever lived, you still were so busy with job but that didn’t stop you from going to the bar almost every weekend to get drunk and call him. You knew it was stupid, he had someone else and every morning you regretted it, especially since he never picked up, but it was hard to stop.

After two months of the same thing, one night you decided to just stay home, tired of the same destructive routine that had you in tears and drunk most of the night, so you turned your phone off and put some movie marathon that was playing on the TV.

It wasn’t easy but eventually things got better and when you needed it the most a promotion was given to you, keeping you now busier than before and with almost not time at all to think about him.

It had been six months now, you were happy and you were living your life again when one night your phone ringed, his name appearing on the screen, you hesitated for a moment but still answer it, you had swore you would be friends forever and you had meant it.

“(Y/N)...?” 

You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down

Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now

I know you, you're like this

When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it

And like me, I did

“Please don’t hang up… I know that we haven’t talk in a while but I don’t know who else to call… I need your help”

“... What happened?” you said unsure of how to answer, you were expecting an apology, not this.

You knew you would regretted it but you couldn’t just say no, specially if he needed help, so like you had always done, you helped him.

It was stupid really, she was leaving to Spain and at first he thought he wanted to go with her, telling you all about his injury and how he thought he would never be able to do his job again but after he knew he could get a surgery that could fix him up in just a couple months, he didn’t know anymore what to do.

When he finished telling you everything you told him what he wanted to listen, you knew he already knew what to do, just wanted to hear it was okay. It had always being like that with him, always insecure about making the wrong decision.

“If you want to stay then stay Kelly, you love your job and helping people, I’m sure you will be unhappy if you leave, away from you family at the firehouse and away from doing what you love” you hold back the tears in your eyes and taking a breath to steady your voice you added “I know.. I - I don’t doubt you love her but I know you love your job more than anything so just keep that in mind” saying that had taking a lot from you so letting out a final sigh you said “I have to go Kelly, I have things to do. Take care and I hope you get better soon. Goodbye” 

After you hung up, you cried yourself to sleep that night, how could he do that to you? Telling you all about how he was still with her, how he loved her and had planned to run away with her to Spain without thinking how much it would hurt you? Was he really that blind? That selfish? He cared that little about you? He didn’t even apologized for all the hurt he caused you.

But I ran out of every reason

Now suddenly you're asking for it back

Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had

But I don't really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

You broke me first

A year flew by and when you least expect it you were back in Chicago after 2 months in London, a year ago you had been fired, your life was a mess and your heart was shattered but after hitting rock bottom you could only go up from there.

After that last call from Kelly where he asked you to help him a lot had happened, including a couple more calls from him that you refused to answer. That last time he made you cry also help you realize that you deserved better, yes, he had been your friend all your childhood and you had made everything in your power to be with him but looking back it was you who always tried the hardest to make it work.

So you focused on yourself, you started learning a new language and going to the gym, you applied for some new jobs and got a really good one as an executive so eventually you also moved from your apartment to a new one, you needed the fresh start.

Along with your new job came some new opportunities to travel, at first you got to know some other cities like Los Angeles, New York, D.C. or San Francisco but as your bosses were impressed with your commitment and hard work you got to travel to some other countries like México, Italy and most recently England.

Everything was going fine now and were ready to unpack your stuff before going to bed, the plane always leaving you so tired, until you heard a knock on your door. You had no idea who could it be, it was late and not a lot of people had your new address.

When you opened the door you couldn’t be more surprised.

“Kelly?”

“Hi, (Y/N)” he said scratching the back of his neck, he was nervous.

“What are you doing here? How… how do you get my address?” you said crossing your arms over your chest, you were no longer the woman who had cried for him a year ago.

“I asked around, it wasn’t easy but I really needed to see you, you changed your phone number”

“Yeah, I did. What do you want?” it hurt you a little to talk to him like that, you never imagined you would be in this position but you had justify him for so long, you were just tired now.

“You… I want you back, (Y/N)... I miss you”

What did you think would happen?

What did you think would happen?

I'll never let you have it

What did you think would happen?

Now suddenly you're asking for it back

Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had

But I don't really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, it was short and it kinda pained you but you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Sorry, it’s not really funny, it’s just that… where did you get the nerve, you know, to just come in here and tell me this like you hadn’t broke my heart a million times before?” you said watching him get more uncomfortable with every passing second.

“Look, I know I made some mistakes in the past but I really mean it, (Y/N), I miss you and I know I fucked it up but all I can think about is you, I lose my girlfriend and my best friend the same day”

“Yes, you did, when you cheated on my, may I add and not just that, Kelly, it wasn’t just like she was a one night stand, you told her you loved her in front of me on the night of our anniversary, you already had another relationship and I don’t know, I guess you just forgot to break up with me, you know?” you finished with sarcasm.

“You left, you didn’t even give me the opportunity to explain you anything” he said a bit exasperated, things were not going how he expected it and you were only raising your voice almost getting in a fight, not the definition of his perfect reunion.

“What were you going to say? I’m sorry? Because 6 months after that you called me to tell me all about the love problems you had with the woman you cheated on me with, then could’ve been a good time to apologize too, a little bit late but I was still willing to be your friend”

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s that what you wanted to hear? Because I do, I am sorry and more than anything I am sorry for being a jerk and letting you go, I never should’ve done that, please, just… give another chance, please, it kills me being without you” he finished with a whisper.

“No, I’m sorry but I won’t, Kelly, you’ve hurt me enough already. What did you think would happen? That you would just knock on my door after 18 months and everything would be fine? That I would throw myself at you and we would be what we were before all this?”

“No, I know and I don’t want to go back to what we were, I want better, I’ll be better for you, just, please, say yes…”

“I’m sorry but no, I’m better now, it took me a lot of time and effort but I finally got over you”

“C’mon, you’re killing me, (Y/N), please, don’t do this, you’re breaking my heart”

“You don’t get to say that, Kelly, not when you broke me first” and without any other word you entered back to your apartment and closed that door.

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Masterlist

#Kelly Severide #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide one shot #kelly severide x reader #Chicago Fire #One Chicago #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire one shot #writing #writer #one-shot #oneshot #one shot #imagine #drabble

[clarafms]

✼:♡*ﾟ✿ ↝ alisha boe . cisfemale . she/her .  ／ lucille ‘lucky’ sheridan is blasting bad friend by rina sawayama again … ugh , i swear they play that song every single day ! you’d think they’d learn how to pipe down . oh , you don’t know them ? they live in apartment 2b . i haven’t talked to them much , but i know that they’re twenty-three years old , and that they’ve been living in the complex for two years . i always run into them when they’re coming back home from vinnie’s vinyls , and they seem really piquant and  impetuous . maybe you’ll have better luck with the aries than i do .

hiiiii  babes,  i’m  lily  !  i’m  so  sorry  this  is  late,  i  had  to  decompress  after  my  very  last  final  of  the  semester  ( she’s  a  scholar  ! )  anyway  this  is  my  daughter  lucky  n  i  love  her  very  much.  here  is  a  stats  page  and  here  is  a  page  that  i  made  with  some  quick  social  media  stuff  but  you  can  read  below  the  cut  for  more  about  her  and  hit  me  up  because  im  always  a  hoe  for  plots  !  i’m  so  excited  to  meet  w  all  your  muses  so  give  this  a  like  if  you  wanna  plot  !  intro:  tw  death,  tw  drugs

lucille aminah sheridan was born on april 12, 1997 in brooklyn, new york to yasmiin ahmed and kieran sheridan. it was a difficult labor, over twenty-four hours, and yasmiin suffered obstructive labor. she died in childbirth, but the baby miraculously made it out alive and unharmed. kieran, in shock, named her lucille aminah after their grandparents, but the nurses were the first to call her ‘lucky’. 

lucky’s childhood was an interesting one, to say the least. to cope with the loss of his partner, kieran lost himself in drinking and drugs. lucky was generally left on her own most of the time to adventure around bed-stuy. she was rosy-cheeked, giggling lightning, zigzagging down bedford avenue. their family aren’t exactly well off, not with kieran’s debts hanging over their heads, but lucky finds ways sprinkled throughout her lonely existence to entertain herself: it was the neighborhood store owners and the families in her apartment complex who would allow her to hang around and not go home, the pizza parlor that will let her bum a slice, the skate park where the older boys ruffle her hair, and most importantly music. 

lucky is a bright and creative kid, but she didn’t generally excel in school; it’s too much sitting around, too many rules, and lucky has a bit of an authority problem. but she took to music like nothing else -- learning piano, guitar, singing, and music production. when lucky is fourteen, she wins a scholarship to the packer collegiate institute in historic (read: wealthy) brooklyn heights. for the first time, she is suddenly and painfully aware of her well-worn clothes, the way her father shows up to concerts and parent-teacher conferences with scotch on his breath. through sheer drive alone, she propels herself to berklee college of music on a full scholarship. she graduates with a degree in music production and decides to move as far away as possible; after all, she’s always loved an adventure. 

she’s now been living in apartment 2b at opal apartments for two years now and she genuinely loves both the apartment complex and vancouver. she has regular dj nights at downtown bars and she’s been able to string together steady gigs and production opportunities to scrape together an existence that she’s happy with. 

personality wise, she is a CLASSIC aries -- she’s short-tempered and reckless, will rush into anything she believes is an adventure. impulse control is at a -1000.

she’s also very creative and charming in a witty-mean kind of way. steadfastly loyal to her friends -- if you get into her inner circle it’s for life ! her friends are her chosen family. 

she’s passionate about things, but it definitely comes off as a little theatrical if you don’t like her?

her worst trait is that she’s incredibly competitive about everything. she literally will get mad over a game of cards.  

she loves to skateboard, she’s definitely more of a tomboy in terms of style and personality. she wears a lot of bright colors. big pants tiny top bisexual energy !!

spends all her time at vinnie’s vinyls ! she loves it there. 

you can click here for some connection ideas i reblogged, but here are some more:

ride or die friends: pleaseeeee she needs some people to be crazy with !! let her be goofy and dumb

sibling type relationship: someone who she can just tell everything to !! 

frenemies/enemies: someone that just... does not like lucky or vice versa !! definitely love it... plus we could add a lil ~spice~ if you’re interested

fwb: secret feelings ? hate you love you ? :~)

secret relationship: listen i LOVE this type of plot and want it so bad

exes: i could definitely see her being involved with someone especially when she had just moved to vancouver and didn’t know anyone !! maybe they ended on bad terms/good/possible getting back together/fwb ?? choose ur own adventure !!

#opalintro #this is SOOOOO late goodbye #please plot w me anyway

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.54

Keith had a bounce in his step come Monday morning. He loathed mornings, but the weekend had left him on a high. His new puppy was healthy. He’d spent most of Sunday with Miriam, Pidge, Hunk and Lance. Lance and Pidge were visiting Miriam again today. Everyone loved his puppy, which Lance made sure to repeatedly tell them was Keith’s, and that they couldn’t steal him. He’d had sex with Lance... twice. Three times if you counted staying inside his boyfriend and going for another round. The second time Lance was much more into it, and it’d been a great way to start Sunday morning. Slow and sleepy sex with plenty of cuddles. Lance seemed really into being jerked off during sex, and the sounds he’d made... Keith couldn’t stop grinning every time thought about it. Shiro definitely knew, but was keeping his mouth shut, letting Keith figure out this whole dating and sex thing for himself. So yeah, come Monday morning he’d woken, had his two coffees, FaceTimed Lance and his puppy... who’d been named Kosmo when he’d panicked over the vet asking him for his fur son’s name. It felt like one of those mornings where everything was possible.

Meeting them at the elevator, Coran was his usual perky self. Casting Keith a glance up and down, the man played with the end of his moustache

“Someone looks happy. Did you have a good weekend with Lance?”

“Don’t get him started on it, Coran. Lance brought him a puppy... amongst other things”

Coran’s eyes lit up

“A puppy! What a wonderful idea! I knew there was a spring in your step”

Shiro sighed

“It’s not because of that... but let’s not get into it. What have you got for us today?”

Coran wasn’t having it

“No, no. Let’s get “into it” as you humans say. Did you have a good weekend with Lance?”

Keith felt himself smiling again, Shiro pinching the bridge of his nose. Yeah. His brother totally knew he’d slept with Lance in more ways than one

“Yeah. It was good. We visiting Miriam for a bit, Lance is headed there again today with Pidge”

“Excellent. He’s found two wonderful friends in her and Hunk. And you two are still...”

“Still dating. After today’s briefing, there’s something I want to ask you about. But yeah, the weekend was good. And my new puppy is adorable”

“Have you got photos? Is he living at the apartment? You can bring him here if you’d like”

Keith pulled out his phone, opening Kosmo’s album. He’d gotten a bit snap happy, but Kosmo was too cute even if Blue disagreed

“Here. His names Kosmo with a “K”. Lance suggested it”

Showing Coran photos of his precious fur son, Coran awed over them while Shiro mumbled something along the lines of “of course Lance did”

“Kosmo. Did he say why?”

Keith felt his cheeks redden

“Um... it’s an us thing... He’s staying at Lance’s for now”

“Very well, I won’t pry. He is rather adorable. I’m glad you enjoyed your weekend off, I’m afraid I have a rather pressing task for the both of you. Allura’s already waiting in the briefing room”

Sitting in the briefing room, Keith sent Lance a quick message to let him know he was working, then shifted his full focus to Allura. Maybe it was just him, but she really looked like she needed a break. Tiredness etched into her face, and her normally perfect hair seemed limper. Clearing his throat, Shiro was probably dying for something to think about other than him and Lance

“Shall we get started?”

Allura nodded, picking up the projector remote, grainy photos of three individuals came up on the far wall. Keith guessed that they were stills from surveillance footage

“Okay. First, welcome back. Secondly, we’ve got a bit of a situation. We have reason to believe that there’s been a recent spate of vampire murders. These are our three victims”

Keith didn’t quite know what to say, or how to feel. Vampire’s being murdered meant less evil out there. Vampires being murdered also meant Lance might be at risk

“What do we know about them?”

Keith hoped his question didn’t sound Lance related. Coran nodded at Allura, then taking over

“All permanent vampire working human jobs in the region are required to register their names and locations through us. These three weren’t registered, nor do we have clear information on their identities. The information was provided to us from a local club owner. There was no prior altercations, prior to their bodies being discovered. All three were poisoned with high doses of mercury, hearts run through with a leaded stake. Nasty stuff. A very old method of killing. Now, we theorise their blood was first poisoned, allowing them to be easily subdued. We’ve reviewed the footage and come across nothing from the bar of this venue. It serves both humans and vampires. It’s a legal place for masters to bring their pets”

Keith was glad to see Coran shift with discomfort at his own words. There shouldn’t be any pets. Yet going against the flow meant not being able to regulate what they could from Voltron... and thanks to Lance, he’d come to see that a vampire could care for a human, and not just see them as a warm meal

“You want us to hit up the club?”

Coran nodded at Shiro

“Yes. You’ll need disguises of course, and a chaperone”

Keith crossed his arms

“I’m not putting Lance in danger”

“No, of course not. We did entertain the idea of having Lance work for us years ago, but he has such a soft soul this line of work would only bring him pain. No. We’ve reached out to a contact and they should be making contact with us tonight”

“Can we trust them?”

“No. Honestly we would prefer someone else, but time is of the essence. They carry a lot away in the European vampire community, and we don’t know what to make of his sudden return to U.S soil. His name is Lotor”

Allura pressed the button for the projector and the next photo came up. The vampire in question looked like a total dick. His hair the same white shade as Allura, ears tapered too... Keith had a horrible feeling

“Is he part fae?”

Shiro had noticed the same thing asking Keith’s own thought, Coran nodded as he explained

“His mother, Honerva, is part fae. His father is a nasty piece of work. There was once a time we both on friendly terms with them, but Honerva’s obsession over magic damaged her mind. The family moved to Switzerland about 100 years ago, steadily establishing a power base there. The rumours haven’t been favourable”

“And you want us to work with him?”

Allura cut in before Coran could reply

“We want you to observe. We’ll be covering your natural scents, and providing you with pet attire for tonight. We’ll also require you to leave all personal belongings here. When I was younger I was quite close to Lotor. I don’t want to believe the rumours are true, but Honerva does have a great deal of magic at her disposal. It is possible that has affected Lotor. Don’t pry for information, and at the same time, don’t remain silent. He’ll suspect immediately that you’re investigating him, so will be pushing you to mess up”

Keith didn’t like this at all. He still couldn’t get his head around magic being real, and now they had to deal with a vampire that could potentially use magic

“If I may, I believe that Lotor will assist us. Vampire murders endangers his own interests... whatever they may be”

Keith didn’t want to meet Lotor. He seemed like he was going to be more of a hinderance than a help with things. He oozed ego. Lance was so careful to keep his ego in check. And he knew that was hard work for his boyfriend. If Lotor hadn’t kept his ego in check then the man was going to be a nutter... a nutter with him and Shiro masquerading as his pets. It was almost enough to wish that Coran and Allura had reached out and asked Lance...

“What time will the mission start?”

“That’ll depend on Lotor’s arrival. We’ll be monitoring the clubs surveillance, and have hunters in place in case things go south. Not that we expect them to. Now, Lotor chooses not to travel alone. Allura has prepared a file for each of you. You’ll find information on Lotor, his family, and his coven. You’ll also find the schematics for the club inside. I recommend memorising everything in that file. I also recommend you spend your day here, and return to your apartment tomorrow. Lotor may already have the bookstore under surveillance, and Lance would never forgive me if I allowed either of you to come to harm. I must admit, I have grown fond of both of you in your time here. You’re both just what this place needed. Now, Keith, I believe there’s something you wanted to discuss. Why don’t we take a walk? Allura can answer any questions Shiro has in the mean time”

Great. This mission was going to suck and he wasn’t going to be able to contact Lance. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Coran kept his curiosity at bay, Keith pretend to skim the slim file Allura had given as they walked to the man’s office. Holding the door open for him, Keith always felt nervous when alone with Coran. He never quite knew what was going to come out of his mouth, and he kind of felt bad he was going behind Lance’s back like this. Taking a seat beside Coran’s desk, he ignored his vibrating phone, knowing that Lance would be wishing him luck, because that’s what his idiot boyfriend always did. Sitting himself down, Coran clasped his hands together, as if they were about to have the most serious conversation of Keith’s life

“Now, my boy. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Lance”

Coran didn’t seem surprised

“Sure, I’m all ears”

Couldn’t the man have given him an easier segue into the conversation?

“Um... it’s about his heat”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me the poor boy is having issues with his heat again”

“It’s not that but... so... um... we... had sex. But his heat was weird and he was kind of worried”

“Describe weird”

“Like his scent changed, but he didn’t lose control of himself. We’ve... um... touched and that during his heat, but... sex was different. He was pretty much himself, and he was worried about that”

Coran beamed at him. Keith embarrassed enough as it was

“That’s excellent! It means his heat is settling down. What he experienced was heat like symptoms from arousal. This is a good sign. It means his hormone levels are levelling out and he should experience very little in the way of true symptoms for the time being”

“That. I don’t get that. You’re like saying he won’t go into heat? So why did his scent change?”

“Lance has already accepted you as his partner. His body was ready for mating, releasing pheromones and growing wet during arousal. It’s the same as you growing erect when aroused. His scent is letting you know he’s in the mood to do the do”

“So he’s okay. He’s not going to come down cramping and bleeding again?”

“Hmmm. That is a little tricky. His body is technically still adjusting, despite the hard part being done. He may experience symptoms due to living with two werewolves and he may enter an early heat cycle dependant on Matt and Rieva”

“You don’t know, do you?”

Coran’s face softened. So far he wasn’t hearing anything overly alarming. Maybe a bit alarming... and scary... more scary for Lance than him, but Lance’s body was settling down and that was the main thing. There was nothing wrong with Lance

“Not really. I may be an old man, but even I have very limited experience with breeders. I would like to get a few samples from Lance to distinguish his reaction to various pheromones. Any potential scent could send him into heat. Once we know that, we can ensure his heat doesn’t hit at an inopportune time”

“These tests won’t hurt him, will they?”

Coran chuckled

“Gracious, my boy. My intention’s not to hurt him. I can’t say he won’t feel minor discomforts, or an accidental induced heat. Now, are you okay? Lance content with taking things slowly, this was a big step for the pair of you”

“I’m alright. I was more concerned about Lance. It’s harder on him than me”

Coran tapped the side of his nose twice, Keith wasn’t sure he was using the gesture right. Keith was flushed with embarrassed, the whole conversation had barely risen above a loud whisper on his side.

“Your secret is safe with me. Now, I’m afraid I must ask a favour of my own. I don’t want to involved Lance with Lotor, not until we know where Lotor’s loyalty lies. I may be being overly suspicious, yet he and Allura parted on bad terms. I do not wish to see her hurt again”

It made no sense to Keith that they’d team up with Lotor. He didn’t see why they couldn’t pose as bar staff, or as pets of the owner

“If he’s such a bad guy, why work with him?”

“Because we can’t afford to say no right now. He may have hurt Allura, but they were both a lot younger then. People have the power to change, and we can’t judge a person on rumours alone. Vampires are rumoured to be ruthless soulless killers, hurt you’re seen for yourself how Lance is”

“Lance is... an idiot. So many things would be much easier on him if he let himself do what he wanted”

“That might be true. He has a brave heart”

“He does... I think... I think he’d be a good hunter. He notices things that other people don’t. I’m not saying I want him to be a hunter, but... maybe he could help in someway?”

“Are you suggesting that because you miss him?”

Yes and no. Keith really fucking missed him right now, but... taking Lance on a hunt was a whole other issue

“I do. Miss him, I mean. I don’t know. I feel like he’s wanting to know more about being a vampire now that it isn’t as simple as drinking blood”

“Let me handle Lance. He has gone through waves of this before, yet he insists on living as a human. All of this has always been hard for him to process. Perhaps I could find him a job in the legal department?”

“I don’t think he needs a job... maybe some answers? What am I say? We all need answers. Sorry for the weird chat. I... I wanted to make sure he was okay”

“He’s as fit as a fiddle. Now, off you pop. You’ll need to memorise that file before tonight”

*

Lotor proved to be everything Keith thought he’d be. First he showed up with a dozen long stem red roses for Allura, then he produced two thick leather collars that he expected Keith and Shiro to wear for the night. And the way he talked... Keith wished someone would drive a stake through his heart already. His heart. Not Lotor’s. No. Lotor got to play with him like he was a goddamn pet, because it didn’t seem enough that he already looked like he’d walked right out of a budget porno.

Shiro was alright. His brother dressed in tight black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black singlet with weird holes in the sides. His clothes were normalish. Keith’s, on the other hand, were not. Both of them had weird black masks covering their face, with black semi-transparent material in the forehead eye bit. He was also wearing a pair of bright blue contacts to cover his eye colour, as Lotor could probably see through the fabric with no hassels. Had it been just the mask, Keith would have swallowed his pride, but he looked like a damn hooker.

Lance might have pulled it off, but Keith was sure he wasn’t. Black high cut shorts with an enormous silver belt buckle. A black jacket with shoulder pads that were more ‘80’s than his mullet, and kept making him think something was beside him as he caught them in his peripheral vision thanks to their size. A thin silver mesh shirt was the only protection he had under the jacket. His boots were swapped for some hideous black platform thigh high lace up looking things. There wasn’t anywhere to hide a blade, let along a gun. And he looked fucking ridiculous. Coran obviously hadn’t set foot out of his fortress in the last thousand years. Keith fearing he was going to be arrested for crimes against fashion, as Lance would say. Being collared by Lotor was humiliating. More humiliating than stinking like a walking potpourri bowl. He only knew what potpourri was thanks to Adam.

Dressed in a lilac suit, Lotor had slicked his hair back into a high pony tail. His white dress shirt as white as his hair and dress shoes, that into served to make his pale skin tone look paler. A white carnation tucked into his breast pocket. He was easily as light skinned at Keith was, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. Which made sense, most vampires couldn’t stand the sun like Lance could. His boyfriend would have laughed at how appalling he looked, but sympathised over the fact he was well and truly out of his comfort zone. They’d barely even spoken. Keith assigned the name “Two” for the night, as Shiro was “One”. Allura kept casting them both looks of sympathy. Coran hadn’t stopped playing with his moustache since Lotor had entered the near deserted bookstore. The only one present was the woman behind the counter, Keith wouldn’t be surprised if she had a sleeping bag under the counter seeing she was always there.

Smiling, Lotor looked all that more sinister as his teeth protruded. He wore his fangs long, not like Lance who always kept his hidden as much as he physically could. Comparing the pair of them was like comparing apples and oranges. They both may be vampires, but Lance carried himself with an approachable air. Lotor seemed to suck the air from Keith’s lungs, his instincts telling him not to trust Lotor further than he could throw him. Bidding them fair well, Coran watched as Keith and Shiro were literally led from the bookstore and out to waiting white limousine. Of course Lotor travelled by limousine. His ego would probably keel over if he ever set eyes on Lance’s bronco. Lance understood he was working, but wanted Keith to message him as soon as he was safe. His boyfriend worried too much. Both he and Shiro had done undercover work before, though usually they were much more covered than this.

Sliding inside the limousine, Keith felt sick to his stomach with momentary shock. There were four other people in the back, but that wasn’t the shock. The whole interior was blood red. Plus red carpet, custom red leather seats, red trim and roof lining. All the red gave the impression a massacre had only just happened in the back. The chain connected to his collar made it hard, the leather already rubbing harshly. Lotor slid in next to him, then Shiro. The three of them sitting across from four very intimidating women Keith knew as “Lotor’s Generals”. The file was pretty sparse. Only that Lotor kept company with them. Dressed in black, the women wore matching purple cloaks. Something Keith was a little envious of given he was currently freezing.

Across from them, one of the women started to laugh. Lotor promptly silencing her with just her name. Ezor. She was tiny compared to the woman next to her. As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Lotor sighed

“I’m sorry about that. Allura and I parted under hard circumstances. As you know, I’m Lotor. These are my generals. They will be accompanying us tonight in case any unforeseen circumstances arise”

That wasn’t part of the plan. Keith didn’t like that they’d suddenly gained four more in their already overcrowded party

Ezor started giggling again

“I think the smaller ones frightened of us. He smells delicious”

If smelling like old woman was your kind of thing. Keith now glad his face was covered and she couldn’t see his disgust

“Ezor. I will not tell you again. It is imperative tonight’s mission go off without a hitch. Do I make my self clear?”

Ezor nodded. Unlike his and Shiro’s full face masks, the women wore masks that only covered across their eyes... like something out of a masquerade in a movie. Lance would have loved this. Well, maybe not the situation but the theme. It was very tacky vampire. Lotor continued

“Good. Now. This is “One” and “Two”. You will refer to them in this manner, as they will be my pets for the evening. From right to left, we have; Axca, Zethrid, Ezor and Narti. My four generals. All natural born magic users, and vampires”

Yay. More fucking vampires. He was filing that away for later. He probably now knew more about the four of them Coran and Allura did

“Nice to meet you, all”

Keith cast Shiro a mental glare. Trust his brother to blindly trust a pack of vampires. Nothing good came out of vampires... apart from Lance, but Lance didn’t count. He was too human. Even if his ego did scare Keith at times, his boyfriend was a walking dumbarse

“And nice to meet the pair of you. Coran failed to mention that one of you was part vampire”

What the what now? He and Shiro were both human

“We’re not”

Lotor pursed his lips, look displeased at Keith’s denial

“My mistake. You carry such an unusual scent that I was sure you must be part vampire”

“Well, I’m not”

Keith’s heart rate rose. He’d been very careful. He’d left his devices with Coran, showered with the soap provided, then changed into the clothes provided. He hadn’t touched anything that Lance’s scent was on. Ezor was smiling. They all would have heard the change in beat. Maybe he needed to lie and say he actually did have a heart condition. Except he didn’t know the names of any heart conditions. Lotor picked imaginary fluff off his suit jacket

“Again. I apologise for my mistake. Tell me then, have you worked for VOLTRON for long?”

“No. We’re out of towners. We’ll only be staying as long as the investigation”

It was nice to hear Shiro lie. It soothed his nerves to know his brother wasn’t making friends with an undead bunch of freaks

“Ah, I see. Such a shame. I too, am new to the area”

Keith pried

“What brings you here?”

“This and that”

And was promptly shut down

“He’s been in love with Allura for years”

The one named Zethrid had a surprisingly deep voice. If they were magic users, he hoped they couldn’t read his mind or he’d be fucked

“I must admit I do harbour feelings towards her, though they are purely platonic. She has made that much very clear”

Ezor snorted, stretching her legs out and crossing them at her ankles

“That’s one way to put it. I believe she threatened to leave you at the bottom of the Marianas Trench”

Leaning forward, Narti smiled widely, her teeth just as wicked looking as Lotor’s

“That was Haggar. Allura threatened to in prison him inside his own mind”

Ezor scrunched her face up in contemplation

“Are you sure? I’m sure it was the other way around”

“Yep, because Zarkon gave Haggar leave to do as she wanted around the castle and Lotor wasn’t paying enough attention to the fresh pets”

“Eh. The point is he’s still hung up over Allura”

Narti nodded at Ezor. Lotor looked uncomfortable/!; unimpressed, but Keith was no longer paying attention to him. His eyes were on Axca. She’d so far proved the least annoying. And her expression said she didn’t find gossiping interesting. If he was going to get anything out of her, he’d have to play things carefully. Tonight was going to be an even bigger headache than the one he already had being a walking potpourri stand.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[hazem4y]

✰ 𝖳𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 ✰ | 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿

𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗣 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢 𝗡 𝗘 - 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾.

Summary:  Delilah, a girl whom grew up around crime , has an unlikely run-through with the infamous Belgian reporter, Tintin. Being assigned to lead him astray from her bosses drug cartel, she ponders everything she's grown around; wondering if she can break free from her filthy past and her unsavoury 'habits.'

Featuring greasy, gelled-up mafia bosses and the small, quaint Italian coast/countryside, this book has everything a stereotypical Mafia book has, with some classic elements from Hérge's 'Tintin!'

Warnings: Mild drug references (Opiates,) Gun reference in like, one sentence. 

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"Increased use of Opiates in Belgium concerns citizens!"

The recent spike of opium usage has concerned locals as the increase of drug usage had been theorised to link to the increase of crime. Authorities say it may be due to an unknown criminal organisation, which has thought to be terrorising citizens and forcing authorities to enforce curfew rules, which in turn has enraged regulars of Belgium night life, and caused major profit cuts to clubs, bars and other places frequented at night.

"These damn curfew rules are costing me euros, and making me lose valuable customers!" Says local bar-owner, Hugo.

Other night-life goers have commented on their evident dislike of the curfew, although many elderly citizens have been thankful for the new rules; as it ensures the 'safety of each and every citizen from this awful drug craze.' Quotes Police-man, Thompson. (Which is not to be confused with his relative, Thomson.)

So far, the said organisation leaders have not been caught, nor identified, and Police investigations have failed to gather a lead on the case. Reporter, Tintin, famous for finding Red Rackham's Treasure and busting Salaad's drug cartel, has made no comment on the current situation, and has yet to reach out for further investigation.

...

"An increase in Opiate usage linked to crime? What an Interesting coincidence, isn't it?" The White, wiry-haired mutt yapped in reply, as the Ginger-haired boy pondered the article; Hand on his chin, his eyebrows knitted together causing his forehead to crease,

The young reporter thought for awhile longer, until he made a connection to prior events, re-animating his frown in a cartoon-esque manner, "Why, It's- just like when we busted...Allan and his goons!"

A cup of bitter-sweet tea on a weekend shopping trip with the familiar chill of Brussels wind was quite a juxtaposition to the rush of travelling countries for the next story. Even though they satisfied the boys wanderlust, Tintin enjoyed the quiet interludes from his adventures. But, once more, it had to be interrupted by some interloper.

"I guess our little break will have to be cut short! So soon too..."

...

"It seems our little 'scheme' has made its way into the papers..." A tall, buff figure sitting at the head of the table declared. The scars on his face were highlighted under the fluorine lights as well as the unsightly manner his face was scrunched in; his expression emitting his enraged state.

"Do you realise what this means?" He paused, abruptly throwing himself off his chair, jabbing a calloused finger into the page, "This means that nosy reporter and his friends will interfere quite soon..."

'Find him, befriend him, kill him-Whatever you need to do! Just bring him to us, dead or alive...Then maybe, we could do something about your past.'

...

Delilah stretched her limbs, letting out a long-winded yawn as her gaze stayed fixed on the ginger-haired figure; his eyes fixed on the Sunday paper in his hands, "Nothin' so far..." She muttered, the tapping of her pencil on her note-pad filled with words acting like a white-noise along with the regular chatter that filled the room.

With no means of entertainment, (Although Delilah enjoyed people-watching, sometimes her patience ran thin.) she skimmed through her pages of notes, which recorded any important information.

"Alright boy, I think it's time we head to the market. Maybe we'll see the Thom(p)sons like last time!"

Welp, that was her cue.

Judging by the hefty crowd walking around the cobbled streets, it was the perfect time to make her escape. She threw on a well-loved hat and coat, and slung a leather messenger bag on her shoulder, before slipping away; her body clad in well-worn items, her beige-hued Trench-coat and a patterned Paperboy hat inconspicuous against the males pushing her against the flow of the crowd.

...

Every so often, every Sunday morning, the town square's grey-coloured cobble is filled up with the colourful hues of the shopkeep's canopy tents; the square being filled with various people, the familiar banter of negotiation, and smells of fresh produce and food. Somewhere in the throng of coats and hats, (that protected the wearers from the frigid weather.) the infamous reporter stood, examining a shopkeep's repertoire of Bric-a-Brac,

"The markets sure are busier than usual!" His voice raised slightly over the blaring chatter. 'Twas like nobody knew of personal space; Each man arm to arm, shunning the impatient who shoved the bodies aside. As boot-clad feet came in contact with the stone, the white canine beside Tintin let out a yelp; as a foot trampled on his stubby tail.

The perpetrators eyes were wide in offence, mouth open ready to sling curses at the sound, "W-why you bone-headed nimrod, watch where you're-"

With all the ruckus happening near-by, the quiff-haired boy turned around, expression melded into one of pleasant surprise, "Captain!"

The boy's voice seemed to catch the individuals attention, prompting them to turn around, "Aye-Tintin?! Pleasant surprise seeing you, lad! 'Specially here-I mean, I never see you doing any sort of leisure!"

"Actually..." He paused. Nothing good would come of a crowd like this, "I-just decided to enjoy such leisure time! By doing some...'Sunday shopping.'" He winked, his hand slipping out of his coat pocket to hand the captain a slightly crinkled and haphazardly torn article.

The captain let out a long 'Oh' as he shoved the paper back into his pocket, picking up their 'casual' conversation, "Well, I hope you find something interesting-There's a lot of ol' treasures 'round these parts y'know."

"I hope I do too! I wonder if we'll run into Thompson and Thomson..." A smug smirk crept on his face as they continued to converse in their 'secret language.' Time seemed to lose track of itself as the duo slung words towards each other-

Actually, is seemed as if the entire market halted action; Silence rolling across the crowd.

A shrill, blood-curdling scream. Hang on, A scream?

The extreme vocal strain seemed to trigger the crowd into a panic, the hushed chatter and shifting eyes of the crowd attempting to stay alert of danger.

The reporter attempted to stand on the tip of his toes to gain leverage over his height, but the crowd smothered any chance for a look of the conflict, "Do you have any clue what's going on? I can't see-"

He squinted as he leaned on the gentlemen next to him, earning some unsavoury looks, "Hang on I-Thundering Typhoons!"

As convenient as it was, the crowd sort of parted a second, it seems as if everyone wanted to watch the conflict; and nobody was going to help?

This time the dispute was clear to Tintin, causing great discomfort and anger to surge through his tiny frame.

The male, his appearance displaying outwardly his feelings of anger, began to dash towards the trouble, his person a blur "Take care of Snowy and watch for my whereabouts," He ceased for a second, chucking a handgun that was previously concealed in his pocket to Captain Haddock's general direction, "And take this-!"

...

Author's Section.

Hello !! Welcome to the First chapter of my story !! This took me awhile to write, as I was working out the best format so that your experience will flow well. I wanted the transitions from chapter and scene to be as smooth as a fountain pen on paper, so I hope you all enjoy.

As the synopsis says, this story will include elements from every stereotypical mafia movie, plus classic elements from Hèrge's ' Tintin.'

I'm not going to spill much but there will also might be a little bit of romantic elements. Nothing that distracts from the wonderful plot, of course, that would make me a terrible writer, but just some wholesome stuff. (We will not be sinning, because I am not defiling my childhood-)

Anyhow, I hope you stay with me and this series !! (And I hope I can finish it too...)

Be warned, quality goes down from here...I feel like I did terrible on the other chapters but that's just me...

I also might change the story name too, I’m taking recommendations as well! I don’t know what to name it...

Much love,

-Hayleigh

#tintin #les adventures de tintin #the adventures of tintin #fanfiction #fanfic #tintin fanfiction #tintin fanfic #tintinxoc #original character #tintinxoriginalcharacter #original story #original plot #series #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #👀

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 3

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

(Photo made by my lovey friend @bakketsux)

A/N: This chapter took me way longer than I thought it would since I tried a new writing style, I really hope it comes across better than the last chapters and I hope you guys like it as much as I do.

As I start to wake up I feel the heaviness of my quilt blanket over me, the warmth a pleasant contrast to the chill air in my room from the window I was to tired to close last night. I feel the bruises on my wrist from last night as I reach up to rub the sleep from my eyes. I look over to my bedside table and see the time, it reads 7:24 a.m. I’m shocked by the fact that I’m not as tired as I thought considering we got back at 3 in the morning and that I got up a few times in the night. I get up and walk to my drawers where all my clothes lay, I change out of the large night shirt I slept in that I’m almost positive is Roy’s, and slip on a black tank top with some jeans and a sweatshirt that I got last week. I look out my window when I hear movement finding it was nothing but a bird looking in, I walk over to the window and shut it so the bird can’t get in even though there’s a screen and shut the blinds once again. I wince when I bend down to grab my suit off the floor, as last night I was way to tired to even bother putting it away properly. Last night was a bit of a rougher night, it was supposed to be just a grab intel and head out, but there was some watch men that we hadn’t accounted for and one hit me in the ribs. I swear Jason was gonna have a heart attack and die again when we got back and he saw how bad the bruise forming. I go out of the room and see Jason in the kitchen with presumably eggs on the pan. “Hey ange, sleep well last night?” “Sure if you count waking up 3 times to go pee then sure I did jay jay” I say with a chuckle “you’d think you’d stop drinking an entire bottle of water right before bed then Huh” he says with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as he sets a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. “So how is it being out on patrol?” “It’s alright, unless you count the football size bruises then those are just peachy!” I saw with sarcasm “I think you enjoy it more than you let on ange” “and you assume that why?” “You seem to enjoy yourself when the little batdemon is around” “I do not! He’s got a large stick up his ass and acts like someone pissed in his cereal every morning.” “Then why the snarky comments and the jokes towards him?” “I never said it wasn’t funny to watch him have a meltdown when I do. Only time he’s entertaining.” “Alrighty then, keep telling yourself that little one” he says with a wink, I finish the last piece of my toast and get up to the sink. “Hey do you mind if I go for a jog to the park?” “How old are you?” “I’m 18?” “You’re an adult, you don’t have to ask me to go for a run, you’re capable to defend yourself, can you just do me a favor and pick up more milk on the way back, Roy keeps bitching that we run out so often” “aye aye Capitan!” I say as I head out the door, before I shut it I hear Jason’s laugh Ecco across the apartment. I start my walk to the park that’s 3 blocks away and plug in my headphones to play some music.

Time skip

I get to the park and see plenty of people raging from small children running around to elderly couples on a bench. I get to a large tree and start my jog around the spacious park, when I’ve finished my second lap around I see a large dog running beside me, it looks to be a Great Dane. I stop my run and crouch down to pet the large dog and he starts panting happily as I rub behind his ears “hi pretty baby and who might you be?” I coo at it as he site down with his tongue hanging from his mouth “awwee aren’t you the cutest thing in the world! You’re just a big ole baby who loves the scritches, oohhh the wonderful scritches!” “Titus!” I hear a voice yell behind me. I turn towards it and see a guy that’s presumably around my age with a large frame, jet black hair with a tan complexion. “Oh is this your dog?” I ask “yes, I don’t understand why he’d run off like that especially to a complete stranger.” There’s a time of Arrogance to his voice. “He’s a beautiful dog” he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk, “thank you, we have to get going I have a meeting to attend in 30 minutes.” We both stand up and I put my hand out. “Okay then. Have a good day sir” he takes a hold of my hand with a firm but not crushing grip “My name is Damian, Damian Wayne.” “Nice to meet you, Most people call me ange.” Him and Titus start to walk away but but he turns to take one last look at me. As he walks away I can’t help but feel like I know him from somewhere, I don’t dwell on it as I run one more lap around the park before I decide to head to the store to pick up some groceries.

As I’m walking up the stairs to our apartment i hear Jason and Roy talking through the door. “I’m heading out to go check out that new bar downtown after I go see a friend, Apparently the owner is a new mob leader and they’re smuggling stuff in the back.” “You’d think that for the job we have you guys would keep your voices down a bit” I saw when I walk in. “Well we’ve got old lady Ethel who’s hearing aid broke in the 90s, and the Christian couple down the hall who blasts Christmas music in July.” “Who knows Ethel could be a spy.” I say with a wink. “Always so worried little one” as Roy is leaving he ruffles my hair with a chuckle and I attempt to smooth it back down. “And how was your run?” “Pretty good, I picked up the milk and got more bread too.” “Thank god cause Roy was pissy when he got up cause god forbid he couldn’t make cereal.” “I swear he complains more than an old lady sometimes” I laugh. “So what did you do besides running?” “Oh we getting to the Interrogating side of parenting?” “No I’m just curious is all.” “Well I met this guy with his dog, he seemed nice.” “Ohh and who’s the guys name?” “I don’t need to tell you everything you know, I’m a fully grown adult now. Besides I’ll probably never see him again.” I say jokingly as I plop a marshmallow in my mouth. “Alright then, I totally won’t do a background check and find out who he is though.” He says with a wink. “Good luck there jay.” I walk into my room and grab my suit to go wash it for tonight.

Time skip to that night

As we walk down the hallway the lights grow dimmer until the only source of light in the room is from the moon coming in from the brown windows. The air wreaked of old water pipes decaying along with a heavy smell of just an old building. We hear little to nothing in the rotting building that is housing one of the largest shipment of crack and heroin in the city. As I look around I see old pipes that are falling apart and Machinery that looks to have been broken for decades, dust collected around majority of them. We near a room that has 2 large garage like doors, when we near we hear what sounds to be grunting from the room, Jason and I raising our guns as we approach the room. When we get it we see men on the ground and obviously unconscious, as they appear to be breathing still. “We got it from here.” We hear from the corner as Batman approaches us. “Looks like there’s no killing for either one of you tonight.” I look over and see robin beside Batman with a proud shit eating smirk. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have 1.” “Oh really you think you could kill me?” “I mean I am the one with the gun. And you’ve got a Sword that looks like it came from party city.” “Why you little-“ “ROBIN!” Batman grabs him before he could get to me. “Awe does batsy neee to hold you down when you throw a temper tantrum little one?” Robin frees from Batman and grabs ahold of me and slams me into the wall behind me “I will fucking end you if you don’t shut up!” He says as he grabs a hold of my neck. “Ooo second time you’ve tried chocking me, I knew you liked it kinky” his face flashes from anger to disgust and his grip loosens, I take my gun and slam it on the side of his head and kick him back and slam him to the wall and put my gun to his face “try that again and I’ll fill you with so much led that your own family won’t Recognize who you are.” I walk away from him. As Jason and I leave and get on his bike he takes a look at me “what was that all about?” “He’s fucking insufferable.” “You’ve got no idea.”

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #291

“clothes trailing from the backdoor, to the bedroom, and i don’t even know your name.”

What was the last health scare you had? So I got blood tests done recently to check multiple things, and I got pretty nervous when my doctor stood beside me going through the numbers and what they meant. I was afraid she was going to tell me I had diabetes (runs in the fam, and my diet hadn't been great) or something, but I was fine. What is your favorite food to cook? Something in the microwave lmao. Do you listen to bluegrass music? Ew. What was the last novel you read about? Well it' s part of a series so it'd be hard to explain briefly... but dragons. That'll do ig, lol. If there is a tree right outside your window, what kind is it? There's a small one. Idk what it is. What is your favorite filling for a piece of chocolate? Caramel. What is your favorite thing to draw? If you take a look at my work history... I apparently love drawing meerkats screaming for one reason or another lmao. Do you like abstract art? Not very much. There are of course exceptions to this, but it's definitely not my favorite and sometimes doesn't even feel like "art" to me. Would you ever want to be a painter? No. My Painting course in school taught me it's too damn stressful, the idea of messing up. Even though it's technically fixable. There's just a lot about painting I don't like. I'd much rather draw and color traditionally. What is your passion? Some of my biggest consists of gay rights (or really just equal rights as a whole), meerkats, pacifism, photography, just art in general, stuff like that. I feel things very deeply, so there's really a lot. What fascinates you? NATURE!!!!!!! SO MUCH ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Do you have art on your walls? In my room, I have three of my meerkat projects on the wall with my meerkat collection, and my Pyramid Head/Halo of the Sun overlap drawing is with my Silent Hill stuff. What kind of collection would you like to start? I have a decent amount of stuff, but I really would love to pump up my SH collection. It has SO much merch that I would die for, stuff is just mad expensive. If I was to start a new collection, bitch I need Markiplier stuff so bad, I'm too awkward to ask for that shit for holidays 'n stuff. ;;_;; Do you enjoy the sound of birds chirping? I sure do. If you had the money, would you travel the world? I feel like I'd go to less locations than most people you could ask this question, but I'd definitely go places, yeah. If you could travel the world, which country would you want to go to first? South Africa. Make my meerkat dreams come true. :') Do you get drunk? I haven't before, and I don't actually aim to when I drink (which is very rare) and I'm apparently no lightweight, so I doubt I ever will. Don't feel like I'm missing out, honestly. Do you get high? Nah. Have you ever used a prescription medication to get high? No. Does sunlight make you happier? Guys. This is science. I used to hate the sun so much, but it's good for you. Open your windows on a clear day; your body will thank you. It takes getting used to, but please, don't coop yourself up in the dark. Do you live a boring life? My life is excruciatingly boring. Like not to sound depressing, but half the time I wish I wasn't even alive because I'm so bored lmao. Have you ever gotten soap in your mouth for cursing? Do you think that’s right to do to kids who curse? No, but it's been threatened upon me. I don't support it, no, but then again I don't believe in traditional "profanity." My hypothetical four-year-old could say "that fucking hurt" in our own household, and just a simple word indicating (s)he was really in pain wouldn't faze me for a blink. I do believe out of respect though, that you should educate your children when "profanity" isn't allowed, like in school and such. You don't shove potentially toxic shit into your kid's mouth to teach them something. What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start watching horror movies with lots of gore? This definitely depends on the child. Are they spooked easily? How mature are they? Do they understand what's not to be replicated? It would vary with the film, too. Do you have any wind chimes outside your house? How many? No, but I'd love to. Wind chimes are great. Do you have a flat stomach? Would you ever wear a belly shirt to show it off? I hate my stomach more than I do any other part of my body, so guess. Would you ever get a sleeve or a half sleeve on your arm (we’re talking about tattoos)? omfg hell YES Do you think your biological parents love each other? They're long-divorced and Dad's been remarried for a long time while Mom only has negative shit to say about him, so like... What's one movie you’re dying to see but haven’t had the chance to see yet? *Dying* to, I don't know if one exists. Birds of Prey probably tops my want-to-see list, though. Harley moving past Joker? Girl you fuckin go ilu. What’s the biggest promise someone’s ever made to you? Did they keep it? To never leave me because of my illnesses. Nope, he sure didn't. Does thunder & storms scare you? Nah, not usually. It's funny, I was TERRIFIED of them as a kid, especially if I wasn't with my mom, but now I find them beautiful and sometimes even relaxing. Now, wind, I fucking hate wind. I associate bad winds with tornadoes, so fuck outta here w/ that. Google, Bing, or Yahoo? Google. Do you sing in front of people? NO. Who are you the most uncomfortable around? Groups of older men. Are your parents overprotective? No. A recent creation that you’re proud of? I took family pictures for a repeat client recently, and I'm really happy with how some came out. Who’s your favorite comedian? Living, I'm unsure. It was John Pinette. What makes you squeamish? Vomit and fecal matter top the list. Do you have any online friends that you wanna keep, but not meet? Maybe a couple that I don't know too well? Should cloning ever be allowed to happen? No. I see a lot of potential problems with that should it become a serious thing. Who would you live with if you got kicked out tomorrow? Probably my dad. What’s a pet your parents never let you have when you were a kid? A snake. I was eventually allowed though obviously, and now Mom loves Venus, though she won't hold her. Who do you wish you could change, if anyone? It's not my job to change anyone else. You have to want to change. Has your house ever been broken into? No, but my childhood home almost was by a gang. My older sister and her best friend were home alone at the time. Thank fuck they didn't get in, but they left a gang flag on our porch. Would you consider yourself a good flirt? I have no idea. What color do you wear most often? You mean to tell me black isn't the only primary color in people's wardrobes? Do you like your hair? Disregarding the fact it gets oily way too fast, yes. Have you ever driven while under the influence? No, I would absolutely never. Did you enjoy your last kiss? Yeah. Would you ever take boudoir photos for a significant other? (or have you?) Considering I literally love boudoir, I would if I didn't hate the fuck outta my body and would be too embarrassed to ever do it. What is your biggest guilty pleasure? Maybe makeup guru channels lmaooo. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but actually ending up enjoying? I'm unsure. I don't really go into watching a movie I think I'll hate, especially when I watch so few movies to begin with. Do you like where you live? I'm not a fan of the suburbs, but it's a better place than where we were. Are you a jealous person? I'm learning that apparently I might be, at least sometimes. Is there anyone you want to fix things with? There are a few. Last time you walked further than a block? I couldn't tell you. I walk a few feet (that's not an exaggeration) and am in pain because of the muscle atrophy in my legs. Is it easy for you to accept loss? NO. NUH-UH. NOPE. Do you get dessert normally while out to eat? No. Who was your first kiss? Jason, my first "real" boyfriend. Have you ever found a stray dog & found its owners? Not that I recall. Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Not everything, no. When was the last time you told someone you love them? Last night. Who was the last person you talked to last night in person before bed? Ma. When was the last time that you were genuinely happy? Good damn question. Have you ever dyed your hair? Plenty of times. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? Yeah. When was the last time you changed in front of someone? I don't know; when you hate your body enough, you'll do a lot to avoid that. Last person you kissed, have you cried in front of them? Yes. Ever dated someone who was gorgeous but they had a conceited personality? No. A conceited asshole is the last kind of person I'm dating. Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? Well I mean what's the vibe lmao Do you like to cuddle? Yeah, if we're a close couple and it's not too hot. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Nah. Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? I wish we could, but even if he was willing, I don't think "friendship" is possible between us. What is something “cheesy” that you own? Ha, I have this feminine-looking "she believed she could so she did" wall decor thing... I can't remember if I bought it or if it was gifted. What is something that gets your creative juices flowing? MUSIC!!! What drink are you most likely to order at a bar? Some kind of margarita. What is the most interesting class that you took in high school or college? Mythology, I guess? When was the last time that you’ve ever played Spin the Bottle? I never have to begin with. If you were an adult film star or a stripper, what would your stage name be? I can't even try to entertain this question. Even if I WANTED to be one, I would never be hired. I couldn't seriously think of a name. Have you ever wanted to be a cheerleader? No, not even when I was one as a kid lmao. Have you ever been dumped? What was the reason for it? Yeah. The first one, he couldn't handle my depression anymore. With my last partner, we kinda had a mutual agreement that to save us from potential later heartbreak, we needed to work more on ourselves right now. What was the last R-rated movie you watched? Hm. Idk. Have you ever asked someone out? Yes. Have you ever had lice? No. What is the most childish thing that you still do? I mean, with RP, you could argue that I still "play pretend." Have you ever watched a movie you knew you shouldn’t? As a kid, I'm pretty sure I was not supposed to see whatever Scary Movie film it was when I did, aha. Have you ever wanted to try LARP (Live Action Role-Play)? Nah. I'm awkward enough explaining I just write it. If you could go back in time and erase one thing you said or did, what would it be? The "thanks for sending me to the hospital" message to Jason. Has your boyfriend or girlfriend ever embarrassed you? Jason did before, if we're counting past partners. Have you ever thought about cheating on your partner? I never thought of that in any relationship, no. Have you ever been caught checking someone out? Not to my recollection. Not that I even do that much. Have you ever cried because you missed your parents so much? Oh, absofuckinglutely as a little kid. I had BAD separation anxiety from my mom. Have you ever posted something on social media that you regret? OH BOY HAVE I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever ding dong ditched someone? No. Which is worst: Snakes, scorpions, or spiders? I adore snakes. Some spiders scare me, especially if they catch me by surprise. Scorpions aren't native here, so I've actually never come across one, so I'd probably be more curious than frightened. Is there an attic and/or a basement in your house? An attic, yeah. Have you ever been bitten by a tick? Has anyone not? Well, I suppose this depends on your environment. Playing outside in the country as a kid a lot, and especially walking through tall grass to reach fishing spots with Dad, I've had lots. I'm terrified of parasites so those were never fun times. What color is your mom’s car? White. Have you ever had a bird or a squirrel in your house? No. How high off the ground is your bed? The average, ig. What is the cutest breed of dog? That's such a hard question, but I think I tend to lean towards pugs, though I don't support breeding them or any other type that is a medical catastrophe. What is something other people say you’re good at but you think you’re not? Holding a conversation. I call BS. What does your bedside lamp look like? It's a creamy color with a floral design. It was already here at the house when we moved in. Do you like your neighbors? I don't know them. Does your room need to be cleaned? I need to finish decorating it... and dust the dresser. What was the last bug you saw? Ugh, a fucking ant. This house has had an ant problem before, and now they're showing up in my room here and there. Do you place any value in gender roles? Literally zero. Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones? Well, I suppose it would depend on the person. How strong is that platonic relationship? Are you in love? Do you want to be? I don't think *in* love anymore, no; I reasoned myself out of that. I think most people WANT to be in the name of companionship, and being a pretty hopeless romantic, your wild guess would probably be right. Would you be happy with a life without romance? I'd live. Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’? No. If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why? Nope. Religion only ever brought me confusion, pain, and frustration. Are your choices fated or of your own free will? I am very much a believer in free will and that you sculpt your own fate. Was your childhood happy? For the most part. What are you missing from your life? Excitement. Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation? No. And if my country did something fucked up, I wouldn't stand with the masses just because I live here. What’s the latest YouTube channel you’ve discovered and binge-watched? Snake Discovery, like, hardcore. Does it snow where you live? Every now and then, but it's super rare for the snow to stick, and it's maybe even rarer that we get a good or fun amount. Do you think your hair looks better long or short? UGGGGHHHHHH I AM SO MUCH HAPPIER W/ SHORT HAIR. Do you enjoy editing photos on your phone? Not really on my phone, no. I don't have good image quality on my phone, so editing tends to make it worse. What’s your favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon GO if I'm actually in a place with spawns. Which season do you wish would last longer? Sigh, autumn. At least here, the colorful phase is pretty short. It's like... green leaves one day, a beautiful display for a week, then the trees are bare. It's still my favorite season, though. Do you have neat handwriting? Yeah. Did you dream of becoming famous as a kid? Nah. Do you get on Facebook every day? Pretty much. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Spice Girls, duh. Would you ever consider naming a child after a family member? No. I've got nothing against people who do, but I've just never seen the appeal of it at all. I would want my hypothetical child to have their completely own identity.

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[queenjunoking]

Wolf Taming Pt 15

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping  - Manipulation  

Sasha was giving me a wary look. I couldn’t blame her. But I wanted to start the morning by getting her as off balance as possible. A simple question that would shape the day.

"Well? Speak." The silence was going on for a bit too long.

"Why? I see you upgraded this prison last night and now you're offering to let me see the outside. Are you actually capable of feeling guilty? Trying to make amends for what you've been doing?" Sasha was already in a mood. I had hoped that getting at least a full night's rest would make her less irritable.

"That's a lot of words for a yes or not question Sasha. If you like it down here so much we don't have to go outside. We can stay down here today."

"N-" she flinched as she tried to talk. Sasha picked up on a lot of things quickly. She understood her new name. She knew I'd let her yap if I said she could speak. She just seemed incapable of learning when she was allowed to speak. It's not like I've given her a command or anything.

"Something to say girl? Speak." It was hard not to get a little drunk off the power. Here I was standing in front of this woman so much stronger than me, yet she was incapable of getting off her knees. It felt nice to have someone on their hands and knees in front of me. So strong yet so clearly inferior.

"I would like to go outside." She said what she knew I wanted to hear. So polite and courteous despite the words coming out from behind her clenched teeth like some pouty child.

"I'm going to give you a warning. You have to stick with your answer, no giving up. There are consequences if you don't follow the rules of the path you choose. I'll ask once more. Do you want to go outside or stay down here? You will have to earn going outside today. If you instead want to stay down here you won't get the option of seeing the sun again for a very long time. Speak."

I was doing my best to both push her towards the option I wanted her to choose. Not getting to be in the sunlight for a few months if she chose not to take my generous offer felt like a good motivator. It also helped to prepare her for today a bit. She knew she was giving up more going outside than staying here.

I saw the flame in Sasha wane for the moment. "I… want to go outside." She sounded dejected as the weight of her decision hit her.

"Good puppy. That's a great step forward for both of us. Just for that I'm turning off the yap shocker, just be careful about what you say. I’ll be back in a moment Sasha, I need to grab something for you." I walked into the toy room and grabbed the same mitts she wore before and a new ear headband. A prototype idea that I had bought from the market. Today was the perfect day to test it.

"Close your eyes Sasha so I can surprise you." I was a little surprised to see that she actually did it. "Guess what I brought you?"

"Something new to humiliate me with?" Sasha responded with a sigh. She was right, but why couldn't she be excited for it.

“Here I thought you were going to work with me today Sasha.” I was a bit unimpressed on how quickly she began to mope. But she knew what was on the line. She took a deep breath and smiled at me.

“You have so many… unique toys that I can’t even imagine what you have.”  Her voice suddenly took an upbeat tone. Happy and dripping with sarcasm. Despite her new tone, I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t know what half the stuff I wanted to use on her was. “What do you have… um…” She stumbled at the end, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Something wrong Sasha?” She kept her eyes shut, she didn’t want to disobey but she hit some kind of block.

“You brought me here… some time ago. I don’t know how much time has passed. You’ve chosen a name for me. But I don’t have a name for you." I could see her game. But she had a point. It would be good for her to have a way to refer to me.

"If you’re good for me I’ll give you a name to use in a bit. Open your eyes, Sasha." She opened them and looked at the gear I brought her. She tried her best to hide her disdain for the gear, but I could see she was dreading putting everything back on.

"What am I Sasha?" I was focused on getting her paws locked on so I wasn't looking at her, but I could tell there were probably a thousand very mean words she wanted to say. She stayed quiet though. "Speak your mind Sasha."

"Now you want me to speak my mind? Last time I did that you made me run until I dropped. You hurt me for speaking, you're probably waiting to find an excuse to hurt me again.” Sasha knew she was striking a nerve, I could hear that matter-of-factness in her voice. I wasn’t waiting to hurt her. Not that it wouldn’t enjoy it if the opportunity arose. She was right on some level though, I had lost my temper.

“You’re right Sasha. Well, sort of. I’m not looking for an excuse to hurt you. You’d never get a shock again if you fell in line. But, I did the wrong thing last night and lost my temper.” I sat on the floor in front of the cage so I could be eye level with Sasha. Maybe lowering myself to her level would help sell my apology. “I spent a lot of time creating that room for you and what you said about it hurt my feelings and I lost my temper when it shouldn’t have bothered me. There’s not much I can do to make it up to you.” 

“You could let me go.” She suggested the idea for what seemed to be the millionth time, but this time she sounded happy and chipper about it.

I just ignored her and continued. It wasn’t worth the time to acknowledge what she said. "I'm hoping today will be a nice day. If all goes according to plan you'll get to go outside and enjoy the breeze and the sunshine.”

“I had those things but you brought me down here instead.” There was some bitterness in her voice she was trying to hide. She wanted to use a matter-of-fact tone, to try and tell me why I was doing “bad things.” The bitterness undercut her attempt.

“I thought you weren’t going to be difficult.” I  reached through the bars and placed the new ears on her head. Her protests were amusing. There was no real strength behind them, she was afraid of pushing too hard and making me snap again. But if she wasn’t going to try and tell me that I should let her go she may as well just give up, and luckily Sasha wasn’t a quitter.

She sighed and examined her hands, locked away safely inside of her paws. “So is this what you do? Just go around kidnapping people for your weird fetish? Are there other people here fulfilling some other fantasy? Like some kind of… whatever.” It was fun watching her overextend herself when she went on her little rants. It was cute when she hit a point that showed she really didn’t know anything about what she was upset over.

“I’m guessing you weren’t really a porn person? You seem to be struggling to name a kink. I could name a few off for you and see how much you can intuit from the names. Either way, you only get one question like that a day. If you’re good today you can choose to ask that tonight.” She shot me a glare. I thought I was being helpful, I’d love to show her just how little she knew.

“W-whatever can we just… do whatever it is you wanted to do to me.” She started off embarrassed but unfortunately she was dejected at the end.

“No need to lose that enthusiasm. You make it sound like I’m forcing your hand. Like you don’t have a choice in the matter.” I was giving her more choices than she should have. She was lucky to have me, any other owner would never have given her such generous options. None of them would have let her stay herself. She should be happy she was even able to act like a brat.

“Like I dont... you’re a kidnapper!” She looked at me like I had just told her the dumbest thing in her life. Perhaps it wasn’t an unfair reaction.

“I think that’s a bit harsh of a term. I had you picked up like a stray dog on the street and you were brought to me. I rescued you if nothing else. Technically I didn’t even rescue you from the streets. Technically some very… nice people I paid very well, who you hurt very, badly did. Not that I care much. Costed me an extra grand for each one of them that was injured but what’s four thousand dollars in the grand scheme of things?” It cut into my toy budget a bit, but it was worth it. If I hadn’t hired as many as I did Sasha might not be here right now. She may have easily gotten away and I would have lost my only chance. If you’re burned you don’t get to try again; those were the rules.

“Fo-four thousand dollars? You spent four thousand dollars to kidnap me?” It’s like she wasn’t even listening. Who would go through the effect to take someone for a measly four thousand dollars?

I wasn’t able to contain a chuckle. “Four thousand dollars was the extra I had to pay because of all the bones you broke. Bringing you here cost much, much more than that. But that doesn’t matter. I have entertained more than enough of your questions. I let you get snippy with me but I expect the chipper attitude you had when I was having you guess what I brought you. You will do what I say and I expect minimum expectation.”

“But…” she started and trailed off. 

“But what Sasha?” I raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what she was going to complain about.

“You… never answer my question on what to call you.” Her response was measured. She was digging for some kind of information, hoping I was dumb enough to just give her my name. “Without having something to call you it makes it difficult to answer some questions in the manner you want them to be. You know everything about me somehow, but I know nothing about you.”

Sasha made fair points. It’s one of the many reasons I loved her. So level headed and calculating while she was locked in a cage. I had gotten on a tangent and forgotten to get back to her question.

I wouldn’t be giving her my name of course. Most of us had a different name we chose when we joined the group, only used between each other and our property. I never bothered with it, it seemed pointless at the time. I could see why it was useful now. Though, even if I had one I’m not sure I wanted to give it to Sasha. Letting her use my name was a bit too much, a wolf doesn’t need to know their owner’s name.

Titles were the obvious choice. I had no official titles, just irrelevant epithets. Goddess was popular among those I saw that had an overly inflated ego. It wasn’t a title that fit me though. I wasn’t above everyone else, everyone else was simply below me. That was the difference. Miss was cute and what I had considered applying to have put on my file, but it set the wrong tone here. Mistress was closer in the right direction. It was a commanding title but it didn’t feel right to me. There was nothing wrong with it but it just wasn’t what I wanted.

There was one I could think of that fulfilled everything I wanted. Maybe it wasn’t as graceful as miss and it didn’t give off the same vibes as mistress. But it was the one I wanted Sasha to refer to me as.

“Master.” Short, succinct and immediately rectifies any power imbalance when she was allowed to talk.

It caught her off guard. “What? That’s not wha-” 

I cut her off. She wanted my name, not this title. I could see from the look on her face she already knew she made a mistake by letting me choose what she called me. All those awful names that went through her head earlier, everything she wanted to call me was gone. She now had a name for me. The only one that would ever matter.

“You will refer to me as Master. Understood?” I stood up straight and did what I could to make myself as big as possible. As intimidating as I could be. Showing her the phone so she remembered I could shock her at any point probably helped.

“Y-yes.” She looked at my phone, then at the floor.

“Yes what?” I prompted her to correct herself.

“Yes… Master.”

[imfires333]

Natural | JHS

Summary: “I'm here for BTS. My friend is the drummer.”

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning around to admire the outfit you chose for tonight’s show. The jeans hugged your hips perfectly, accentuating your curves in all the right places. You were wearing a T-shirt from your favorite band, Chon, that had a simple design with the band’s name on the front and a serene picture on the back. Rings glittered on your fingers as you threw your cardigan over your shoulders. Your bangs fell on your forehead just how you wanted them to, the rest of your hair pulled into a messy bun on the top of your head. Earrings flashed up your ear, reminding you of your newest addition on your cartilage that you wanted to show off. Lastly, you checked that your makeup had not gotten smudged in the last ten minutes, and you smiled at the person in the mirror, watching her your exact movements.

Snatching your phone from your bed and throwing it in your purse, you moved to the front door of your apartment and slid your pink sneakers on, one of your many pairs of Vans. Your cat slinked around your legs as if to ask you what you were up to, and you patted her on the head before crossing the threshold and locking the door behind you. If you didn’t hurry, you would be late to the show.

Your friend Hoseok played drums for a band he started in college, and it was his show that you were on your way to. The two of you had known each other for a few years through the School of Music at your university, and you’d only started getting closer over the past few months because of an interaction you’d had on Twitter. Now every time you’d get a message from him asking to hang out, your stomach did backflips and you’d waste no time in replying positively. Excitement bubbled in your chest at the thought of seeing him performing at a café downtown. There were going to be a few other local bands there, and his would be the second to last to play, scheduled at 9:30.

After circling the streets for ages, you finally backed into a spot and parked the car. The parking lot you were in had several streetlights shining above it, one flickering ominously. You locked the car and hurried in the direction your phone’s map pointed you to, finding yourself standing before a large building that the café would be in. You checked the time—9:25—and pushed the door open. Signs pointed you to the elevator, and you took it to the fourth floor.

The elevator doors slid open to show two girls sitting behind a table with a large money box in front of them. They smiled at you, and you coughed up the $10 admission, prepared to go behind them and into the café where you would find Hoseok and his band.

“Who are you here to see?” one of the girls suddenly asked before you managed to escape. She was dark-haired and wore the T-shirt of another band you liked, so you decided you liked her and would try not to be too awkward with her.

“I’m here for BTS,” you replied. “My friend is the drummer.”

At that, the girl clapped her hands excitedly while the other girl running the table looked at you with wide eyes. “You’re friends with him? He’s so hot!” she whispered, covering her mouth. The other girl looked at her and nodded her head up and down, enthusiastically agreeing.

“We saw him come in earlier with his stuff. Well, he came in a lot of times. He brought up a lot of bags,” the first girl said. “We offered to help him, but he said he didn’t need it. It was fine with us because we could see him more,” she giggled.

You smiled sweetly at the girl, hoping that they didn’t notice your nostrils flaring. “Yeah, well I’m gonna go inside now. I’ll see you later!” you said with a wave. They returned the gesture before you turned and walked into the café.

Guitar music was playing loudly through the amps at the back of the room. Sitting on his throne and fiddling with something on top of his cymbal, Hoseok was there, finishing setting up. His hair was hanging in his eyes, and he sat up, pushing it back to reveal his forehead. Two of his bandmates, Namjoon and Yoongi, were on the tiny stage with him. They seemed to be talking to each other, Yoongi flipping a water bottle in his hand, Namjoon tapping his foot with his bass hanging around his neck. Their other bandmate, Jeongguk, was sitting at the edge of the stage, on knee bent to his chest, the other straight, like he was about to trip anyone who came near his stage. He brought a wine glass to his lips, making you wonder how it would affect his performance.

Cutting in between people, you made your way to the coffee bar…which sold more wine than coffee, and that was not a problem. You skimmed the chalkboard behind the barista/bartender and asked for a cabernet. She poured a glass for you, and you traded your money for it. You turned around, glass in hand, and navigated through the crowd of people, managing to snatch a spot that somebody had just vacated against the wall near the stage.

“Hoseok!” you called out to him.

The owner of the name looked in your direction and found you. His face lit up, showing a bright smile and waving eagerly to you. Picking up a glass of red wine, Hoseok snaked over to you and pulled you into a hug. Your face landed in the crook of his neck, and his cologne infiltrated your senses, paralyzing you momentarily. You relaxed into his hug and wrapped your arms around his neck. While one arm held his wine, the other was around your waist, and he squeezed you tightly before releasing you.

“Hey, I’m so glad you came!” he said with the excitement of a 7-year-old in a bouncy house. He was bobbing up and down on his heels, the anticipation of performing running through him.

“Well yeah, I wanted to see some of your own music, not just covers,” you said, jabbing his shoulder lightly. Lately, he had been texting you a lot, asking for recommendations on what songs he should cover on drums. You’ve provided him with many songs covering a variety of genres, and he’s responded with videos of himself playing along to the songs recorded on his phone. You knew that he wrote music for his band, but you hadn’t heard much of it because they were slow to upload them to streaming services, not caring too much about getting plays. They were in it for the fun of it, not relying on it to get them anywhere in life. Each of the band members had jobs and lives they focused on outside of their band, but they managed to make time for shows like this one.

Hoseok smirked. “You know you love the covers anyway. But listen, we’re about to start, so I’ll catch you later—obviously, this café is so small,” he said, looking at his surroundings. “Enjoy!” He gave you a wink before walking over to join his bandmates.

“Our next band is BTS!” a voice came on over the speaker, taking the opportunity to introduce the band. The voice belonged to Kim Seokjin, the MC for the night. You’d frequently seen him at other shows, where you occasionally talked about the bands you’d be seeing, so it was nice to see another familiar face in this new environment. “They’re made up of Jeon Jeongguk on the mic, Min Yoongi on the keyboard and guitar, Kim Namjoon on the bass, and Jung Hoseok back there on the drums. Let’s give it up for BTS!”

The café erupted into applause as the first chord of the guitar ripped through the room. Your first time seeing them live, you carefully listened to the melodies and tried to decipher the lyrics. Jeongguk’s voice was smoother than you had expected it to be, the words coming out like honey. Yoongi was able to multitask well, taking turns between the guitar for most of the set and the keyboard for softer parts. Namjoon’s face was glowing, seemingly loving the feeling of playing. Then you found yourself studying Hoseok. His hands and wrists moved quickly, never missing a beat. His legs jumped up and down with every hit on the bass drum and hi-hat. Nothing could beat the look on his face when he was doing a difficult run, his mouth agape and eyes slightly closed, which made you smile to yourself. Between songs, his shoulders heaved up and down while he wiped the sweat off his brow with a towel. But every time they would start playing again, Hoseok jumped right back in, energized like never before.

Before you knew it, their set was over, and the crowd was clapping wildly. You joined them, feeling like you were on cloud nine from being part of the experience. The band had great music and an entertaining stage presence, but you had been especially focused on your friend Hoseok pounding on the drums. BTS stood at the front of the stage and thanked the audience, bowing and clapping with you. The drummer went back to a spot next to the stage and brought round bags to where he had been moments previous. He sat behind the kit and started taking things apart, and you jumped up out of your seat.

“Want some help with that?” you asked, looking down at him as he was focused on spinning his finger around the top of a cymbal. From this height, you could see the sweat falling from the tips of his hair and dripping down his neck. His shirt was also a little wet from the work he put in, causing your mind to temporarily drift elsewhere, to a place that was not the café.

Immediately, his face split into a grin as he gazed up at you. “That’d be nice! Can you just take these little twisty things off to separate the pieces? I can handle putting them in the bags.” He gestured to the clutch his fingers were pinching.

The two of you worked on his drum set, talking about how his show was while moving as quickly as you could so that the last band could get ready. After the last bag was zipped up, the rest of his bandmates were back from loading their own instruments into their cars with Jeongguk helping Yoongi, the multitasker. In one trip, the five of you carried the disassembled kit to Hoseok’s car and squished them in the backseat and trunk. Hoseok brushed his hands off, and the other boys rushed back to the building to avoid missing the last band, leaving him behind with you.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said gratefully. “The worst part about a show is it ending and doing all that. Was that your first time taking apart a drum set? You were pretty fast.”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “What can I say? I’ve got fast hands. I’m a natural for things like this.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What other things can you do with your hands?” He stared you down jokingly, not expecting you to do anything besides play with him.

“Well…” you started, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “I’m pretty good at…this!” You reached out into the dark and found his hand, taking it in yours. Under the lights of the parking lot, Hoseok’s face was hard to see, but you couldn’t miss the little squeak of surprise that he let escape. He recovered quickly though, and you could see a smile take over his face as he squeezed your hand back. You giggled at the various reactions Hoseok went through.

“I think I could get used to that,” he said, his voice low and husky, as if it could take back the squeak from his mouth. “Do you mind if I show you what I’m a natural at?”

You nodded shyly, looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, and saw his face coming closer to you, his dark eyes watching you carefully. Your eyes fell closed, and finally, his lips pressed against yours, the two of you softly melding together. The taste of cabernet filled your head, and you drank him in, loving the feeling of this man against you, one hand on your face, the other still holding your own hand.

“ARE Y’ALL DONE? YOUR’E GONNA MISS THE WHOLE SET!” a voice called out. You broke apart, the blood rushing up to color your cheeks. The two of you looked behind Hoseok and saw the three boys on the steps to the building. Yoongi was leaning against the railing, Jeongguk had his hands covering his eyes, and Namjoon had a hand over his mouth, hiding a smile.

Hoseok looked back at you, unfazed by having been caught by his bandmates. He took your hand and pulled you their direction. “Let’s not miss more, shall we?”

#bts #bangtan #bangtansonyeondan #jhope #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok fluff #bts fanfic #bts fluff #rock band au #jungkook #rm #namjoon #yoongi #suga #drummer #drummer!hoseok

[yesmooshoe]

Pepperony Smut-Mas, day 5!

Day 5! Honestly, I had to stop myself from writing 10,000 words about this AU tonight so that I would work on other Smut-Mas fics. I’d like to write more of this, so please let me know what you think!

Day 5 - Escort Pepper AU

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2627ish

Summary:  It's Tony's 21st birthday and he is still a virgin, so Obie has taken the liberty of hiring someone to help him out. 

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Pepper glanced down at the room number again just to double check, not wanting to knock on the wrong door. She was a little nervous about tonight, not quite sure what to expect when she got to the room. The night already hadn’t gone as planned, but she was just doing her best to roll with it. Mr. Stane was paying her 3 times her normal rate and with her tuition payments due next week she’d be willing to do almost anything. At first she thought that she’d be spending the evening with him, but when he met her in the bar at the hotel he informed her that he had something else in mind.

It was Tony Stark’s 21st birthday and he was still a virgin, which was something that Mr. Stane wanted to rectify.

Pepper knew who Tony Stark was. He’d made a lot of headlines after getting his Bachelor’s Degree at age 17 and his Masters at 19. Mr. Stane told her that he was now working on a double Doctorate, which took up so much of his time that he never really got the chance to meet people. It didn’t seem like this was his idea and she felt a little bad for the kid, but this was her job and she certainly wasn’t going to leave that much money on the table. After signing a quick Non-Disclosure Agreement printed on official Stark Industries letterhead, she took the slip of paper with the room number written on it and headed upstairs.

She took a deep breath before knocking. Even though she’d been doing this for well over two years now and hadn’t had any bad experiences so far, she always got a bit nervous.

“Oh god! Just a minute!” She heard a muffled voice yell out from behind the door. He sounded a little frazzled which eased Pepper’s mind a bit, and she figured he must have been pretty nervous too. When he swung the door open Pepper couldn’t help but smile because didn’t look like any other client she’d ever had.

Her usual guys were well dressed middle-aged executives in town for conferences or lonely, rich widowers just looking for a good time.

Tony was a little shorter than her, though she was wearing some pretty crazy heels at the moment. He was had on a striped yellow t-shirt, jeans and black Chuck Taylors. His hair was pretty floofy and he had a bit of scruff, like he hadn’t shaved in a day or so. He was kind of cute, actually, even if he did look a bit tired. Honestly, he looked like a lot of the boys she went to school with.

“Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark.” Pepper said warmly.

“Uh...thanks! You can uh, you can call me Tony.” He replied nervously.

“You’re welcome, Tony. Are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh! Right! Yes yes, come in.” He said as he stepped aside.

Pepper shrugged her leather jacket off as she entered the room, revealing the short, skin-tight blue dress she was wearing underneath. The room was nice, but nothing too fancy. The escort service that she worked for had some sort of deal worked out with the owners, so she’d been there many many times, and they often used this hotel to entertain high-profile clients in Boston when discretion was required.

She turned back to look at Tony, who hadn’t moved since shutting the door. He had his back up against it and looked like he was on the verge of freaking out, his eyes wide with terror. She cocked her head and narrowed his gaze at him, trusting her gut instinct from earlier which told her that this wasn’t his idea. “Tony? Are you ok? You know...we don’t have to do this.”

“Huh?”

"This ? We don’t have to do this. Mr. Stane told me why he was hiring me, you know. So if you’re not ready, that’s OK.” She said with a smile, hoping that he’d take a deep breath and calm down. A middle-aged man hiring a hooker for his business partner’s 21-year-old virgin son had felt pretty gross to her from the start, but she wasn’t here to judge. She was just here to do a job. Still, if Tony didn’t want to do this she wasn’t going to force him too.

His cheeks flushed deeply as Pepper spoke and he just looked at the ground. “Great. So Obie told you I’m a hopeless virgin, huh?”

“He didn’t use the word hopeless , and there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, Tony. It’s ok. Really. And if you don’t want to do this then we can watch TV for 4 hours and then I’ll ruffle up my hair and head on out if that’ll get him off your back. He seemed a little intense.”

After two and a half years of doing this, Pepper had gotten pretty good at reading men and talking to them. More often than not the guys who hired her needed someone to talk to just as much as they needed to get laid.

Tony sighed and released the tension in his shoulders as he walked towards her. “He means well. He does. He cares about me and he’s just trying to get my dad off my back, actually. I just...I just work a lot, you know? And I’ve never had a girlfriend or anything and he’s convinced that I’m gay and being kind of an asshole about it so...I think Obie is just hoping that this’ll jump-start things for me. I don’t know.” He explained as he leaned against the dresser with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you...gay? Because if you are just say the word and I can get someone else more to your liking here in 30 minues.” Pepper offered.

Tony actually smiled for the first time that night and looked up at her. “No, I’m not gay. Not really. I don’t - I mean - No, I’m not gay.”

She decided to let the not really comment slide for now, but filed that away for later as she let him continue.

“I was mortified when we turned up here and Obie told me what his plan was for the evening, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to. I really want to have sex, I do. I just...it just hasn’t happened. And I keep getting more and more anxious about it, you know? And I’m not - like, hiring hookers is not - I mean - fuck , sorry. Is hooker a good word to use? I guess you’re technically and escort. But, it’s not something I’d ever thought about doing because it seemed weird but after I thought about it for a while, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. It’d be an opportunity for me to experiment! And collect some empirical data. And figure some stuff out in a controlled environment while eliminating some outside factors, like the fear of entering into a relationship or anything, you know? Also wow, you’re very pretty.”

Pepper just chuckled as Tony rambled, glad to see him relaxing a bit. “Right. So we’re just going to workshop some stuff then, yeah? See what works, what doesn’t work. Collect data. Make adjustments?” She asked, stepping towards him.

“Yes! Precisely. So, to answer your question, yes . I want to do this. I just have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve read some stuff, and watched some porn, but no real - uh - hands on experience. Other than my own.” He admitted as he dropped his hands to his sides while she approached him. “Do - do you  want to do this? You’re not like kept chained up to a radiator in between jobs so that you can pay off a debt or something right? Cuz if you are I can help.”

Pepper was a bit taken aback by this. She’d never once had a client ask her anything like that. They usually didn’t care all that much about her, which was fine. She was being paid to make them feel good, not for them to give a shit about her. She pressed her body against his and felt the growing erection in his jeans as she cupped his cheek with her hand.

He was really cute.

“The people that I work for are very good to me, so don’t worry. I just want to do my job, and for the next four hours, my job is to do whatever you want me to do. And I am very good at my job. So. What do you want?” She asked while running her thumb in circles over his cheek. Tony laughed nervously, unsure of what to do with his hands.

“Can you tell me your name first?”

“Pepper.”

“ Pepper? Is that your real name?”

“It’s my real name right now.” She teased.

“Fine. How old are you? How long have you been doing this?”

“I’m 20, and I’ve been doing this since I was 18. You still haven’t answered my question though. What do you want?”

She could feel Tony’s erection straining against his jeans, and at this point all that she wanted was for him to not cum in his pants. Not that she would have cared, but she guessed that would be pretty embarrassing for him.

“Everything.” He replied quietly while finally resting his hands on her hips.

“Well, you’re young and I’m sure we’ll be able to get in a few rounds over the next 4 hours. We wont quite get to everything, but we’ll try. Where do you want to start? You’re in charge here.” She said, deciding not to move from this position until she was given something more to go on. If he really was going to treat this entire evening as some sort of experiment she wanted him to decide what he wanted to do.

“Uh - b - blowjob? Could you? Can we start with that? Is that ok? I don’t know what - “

“A blowjob sounds great.” She said, cutting him off before he started rambling too much again.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed before playfully pushing him down onto it. He just sat on the edge, propped up on his elbows with a huge smile on his face.

“I really like your dress. It looks great on you.”

“It looks even better crumpled up on the floor, I promise you.” She teased. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, leave it on for now. And the shoes. Definitely leave the shoes on.” He said as he ran his hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Of course.”

Pepper knelt down in front of him while running her hands up and down his thighs. He looked practically giddy, like he was realizing for the first time that this was actually going to happen.

“What should I do?” He asked, his nervousness rearing its ugly head again.

“Take your shirt off.” She instructed while she ran her hands up to the snap on his jeans. He complied almost immediately, and as he tossed it aside she undid his pants and started to pull them and his underwear down. He lifted his hips a bit to help her out and inhaled a sharp breath as his cock sprang free to rest against his toned stomach. Pepper bit her lip at the sight of it, pleased with how big it actually was. “Well, it seems you’re ready for this, huh?”

“Yeah.” He squeaked out as his breathing intensified.

She just smiled at him as she took a moment to pull off his shoes and socks before removing the rest of his clothes completely. She ran her hands back up his newly exposed thighs, savoring the sight of him. While she always told herself she’d never let her own feelings affect her performance, she couldn’t deny the fact that she had more fun when she found herself attracted to a client, and with every passing moment the allure of the nervous nerd in front of her intensified.

When she wrapped her hand around his cock for the first time, it looked like Tony’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. She moved her hand up and down slowly, using some of his precum to aid in her strokes. Soon she began to tease the head of his cock with her thumb while just enjoying watching him. She wasn’t doing anything particularly mind-blowing by her standards, but Tony seemed to be having a great time, which was all that mattered.

She got up onto her knees and and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, eliciting a soft moan from the man above her. “You like that, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tony replied breathlessly, unable to do or say much more.

“Good. Because there’s so much more where that came from.” She said with a grin before running her tongue around the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke him slowly. His precum mixed with her saliva gave her a bit more freedom to pick up the pace, and she did just that as she finally took him into her mouth.

“Oh shit.” She heard him mutter out above her.

She started slow, running her tongue around his tip and while her lips were wrapped around him, but soon she began bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could while using her hand to take care of the rest. He was mostly silent, only letting out a few short, quiet moans as Pepper began to pick up the pace.

She started running her free hand up and down his side, eventually snaking it up to run over his chest where she began to tease his nipple a bit, hoping that would be enough to push him over the edge. He seemed to be fighting it though, wanting to last as long as he could, which she found really endearing.

Her strokes continued and she looked up at him and spoke. “You’re so big Tony. I can’t even take all of you at once. Come on baby, let go. Let me taste you.” She almost purred out before returning her lips to his cock.

With a few more strokes he cried out as he came, and Pepper eagerly swallowed down every bit of cum that he gave her, continuing to stroke him through his orgasm, licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. She pulled his softening cock out of her mouth with a bit of a pop, which was something she’d perfected over the years. She sat up a bit, running one hand over his stomach while she used the other to wipe a bit of cum away from the corner of her lips. She sucked her finger clean while he stared at her, mouth agape, and she couldn’t help but giggle a bit as she climbed up next to him on the bed.

“Well, how was that for some empirical data?” She teased before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Good results. Very good results. We might need to try that again though at some point to see if we reach the same conclusion. Just to be thorough.”

“Whatever you want. It’s your birthday and until midnight I am all yours. I’m gonna raid the minibar while you recover though, all right? Do you want me to make you a drink?” She asked as she sat up. She wasn’t sure what Tony had in store for her for the rest of the night, but she was looking forward to it no matter what. She was having fun so far and really trusted him, which didn’t always happen.

#pepperony #pepperony smut-mas #pepperony fanfic #pepper potts #tony stark #my fics #gosh there's so much more I wanna write for this

[gasstationshane]

Tales From The DishWasher, Part 1

In a small town, on the north end of main street, on the same side as the dollar store and local ice cream shop, there's a restaurant that is one of the more popular dine in places in town. On the front side, there's a large sign made out of an maroon awning that shades the outdoor tables and chairs for those that want to eat outside or smoke.

On the back side, there's a sign painted on a metal maroon wall with the restaurants name. There's also a lable on the side of the walls that tell you if the doors are for the kitchen or the entrance. If you were to walk in from the back entrance you might wanna make sure your not walking in through the kitchen door. We've had an array of customers that walked in and ended up with a bag of trash falling onto them. One guy even tried suing us because salsa got on his brand new white jeans. Look, even if he didn't see the sign, the door is obviously a kitchen door.

Now if you walked into the actual back entrance, you'd see a small array of arcade machines that were more then likely made in the 90's. The audio from the games faded from years of dust and play time.There's also a small stand of gumball and candy machines, one of the ones where you can get a temporary tattoo for 50 cents each.

A few footsteps and a turn to the right, you'd see the vast open area. Booths to the immediate right and left, a bar on the slightly farther left, tables all scattered around with more booths on the right and left against the walls.

The kitchen area, which would be left at the arcade machines, has a few different sections. The left of where you walk in is the front line cooks area, a grill, friar and a freezer along the front and back as well as countertops with storage cabinets for lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and other toppings or side foods.

On the right of the entrance is the dishwashers station. A shelf and carts for the servers to sit the dirty dishes on, and a big sink with a sprayer and a few different soap options on the wall. There's of course, the washing machine that's usually used just for sanitation purposes.

Behind the dishwasher station is the shelves where the majority of the dishes that aren't plates or bowls are kept. Most of the kitchen employees keep their stuff there so it's out of the way. And finally, behind the front line cooks, are the back line cooks area as well as the walk in cooler and freezer.

In the dishwasher area is where I work. I spend most of my shifts there and only leaving to put away dishes or use the bathroom or even get a drink. Not everything's normal here though, most of the eventful things happening at night when it's just me and whoever is the main cook that night, and the closing bartender.

We've dealt with a pack of stray dogs that live in the old car wash station across from the dumpster. Their friendly though thankfully, begging me for pets and belly rubs after every shift as well as treats. All of them are a mixed breed between a husky and a wolf. I've taken the liberty of naming them all.

There's Yogi, the big grey and brown male who got his name from how much he looks like a bear. Luna, a blue-ish grey and white one, who got her name from the moon shaped crescent spot on her back. Waffle, a all black one with blue eyes, who got his name by sniffing out the waffle's in my bag one day. Then there's Crash, who's red orange-ish fur makes him look similar to the famous video game character.

There's a few pups too that I haven't named yet because I haven't had time to witness their personalities. Luna, the assumed to be mother of the pups, keeps them in the old storage room of the car wash. I've re done the storage room a bit to give them a bed and a few other things to help her take care of them.

I'm thankful that no animal control or pound people have taken them yet. If they tried, I wouldn't hesitate to take them home to keep them safe. The only reason I'm not taking them home now is because they are used to this place and I don't wanna make them uncomfortable. But believe me, the moment I feel like they are danger whether it be animal control, or them needing a vet visit, they'd be in my custody in no time.

And then there's the mysterious bar truck driver, a trucker who is always at the bar, no matter how early we open. The only time he's not there is when we're closed. He's always wearing a hat, flannel, and some form of camo. He drinks so many combinations of alcohol during his visits, it's a miracle he never passes out or hadn't died of alcohol poisoning. He knows all the words to all the songs on the digital bluetooth jukebox. If you ask him, he'll stop drinking long enough to sing a long to a full song of your choice if you buy him a drink.

And then there's the mysterious puddle of water surrounding the water softener and the pump. The puddle almost always fills the area where the tile is broken. No matter what we do, the puddle never goes away, and is a murky grey color. Sometimes it won't be as much water, but we could be closed for a week and the puddle will still be there. It doesn't help that some water that sprays off from the sink or gets spilled can add to the puddle.

I guess what I'm saying is, weird things happen at the patio restaurant in town. Mostly at night. Weird stuff has been happening even before I started working there. I remember a week before my first shift, there was an incident where all the liquors and vodkas to make mixed drinks were stolen, broken, or empty, as well as ate a whole gallon of ice cream. The whole situation could have easily been blamed on one of the bartenders or other employees at the time, but they were closed that day.

T-Dog, the main front line cook that I close with most of the time, thinks that the bar trucker pick pocketed the key and the security alarm code when we closed early one night. That would make sense, since they closed early the night before and he could've needed to make up for a days loss worth of drinks.

If you ask him, T-Dog always has a somewhat reasonable explanation to any weird thing that happens there. "That puddle isn't mysterious.." He told me after I had accidentally stepped in it again and almost fell over.

"The water softener is leaking, but since we run water so much with the sinks, washers, and bathrooms, the leak doesn't have a big impact. You think the owners would fix this shit, but since it's not causing any problems, they ain't touching it just to save them some fucking money." I always made an effort to hear out his explanations. They may or may not be true but it's way better than my theory about the bar trucker peeing on the broken tile. But my theory would explain the weird smell that happens over there, no matter how much we clean over there.

T-Dog isn't the only cook I close with. Some nights it's Danny, or Jack. Jack tends to ignore the weird things happening here. But he's also the cook that doesn't make me do everything I need to do before giving me the okay to leave.

And I know he doesn't do it because Tobias, Toby for short, is the opening cook in the mornings has told me multiple times whenever something doesn't get done. I see Toby once a week when I actually work a morning shift. He's one of the not so serious cooks, and jokes around every now and then. There was one time where acted like he was gonna knock over my drink.

What's kinda funny, about Toby being the not so serious guy around here, he doesn't believe any of the weird things that I've told him about. He thinks it's rumours to get more customers in.

"Shane, that bar trucker is only here for entertainment purposes. We don't have a stage so he just sits and takes his drinks at night to keep the drunks entertained." He explained. Well.. There was one night that Toby closed for the first time. He learned the hard way that the weird things really do happen here that night.

It was around ten thirty, and we were working on finishing our stuff up for the night when we heard a loud crash come from the cooler. "The fuck was that?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Maybe Alex is still cleaning his stuff up." I replied. He shook his head.

"No.. I saw Alex leave almost an hour ago. There's something back there." I finished taking care of the next load of dishes that needed to go in the washer, before following Toby to the walk in cooler. He was carrying a broom to defend us incase there was something that could attack us or scare it away.

We opened the door slowly to see, not one, not two, but three possums in the cooler. They were snacking on our most recent batch of precooked fish sticks. They looked up at us like a kid who had just got caught sneaking out. Toby went to swing the broom to get the mammals out of there, but as he did one of then jumped on the shelves, knocking down the large ice paddle.

It smacked into Toby and made him fall back. When he landed, the force of the fall against one of the shelves, causing a case of beer to fall onto him. Glass shattered, making him covered in glass shards, beer, and blood. Most of them in his legs and chest.

"Gah!" He cried out as he went to pulling some of the glass pieces. I rushed to the shelf where we keep the first aid kit, handing it to him but he smacked at out of my hands.

"Call an ambulance Shane! A first aid kit ain't gonna fix this shit." He yelled with a look of frustration on his face. I sighed and went to the area where the phone was and dialed the number for the station. When I had explained the situation, the man on the other end sounded genuinely confused.

"You said a Possum snuck into your walk in cooler, and made a ice paddle fall onto your co worker, which caused a case of beer to break onto him??" She asked to confirm what I said.

"Umm yeah that's what happened."

"But how would a Possum get into the cooler?" Possums usually never bothered with the busier end of town."

"I have no idea, but that's what happened!" She let out a sigh.

"And which restaurant in town was this again?" Now it was my turn to sigh.

"Darbie's Patio on Main Street..."

"Ooh that place!" She said, realizing who she was dealing with.

"Please hold." She said. I assumed she forwarded the call to the department that takes care of our cases. As much weird shit that happens here, the department has given us a specific branch and a officer to take care of us.

"Hello, this officer Mark here. Who is this?" He asked in his professional cop voice. Mark was the officer assigned to us, being close friends with the owners. Him and the owners have probably seen more weird shit than I have my whole life.

"Hey Mark, it's Shane Redfield from Darbies Patio. There was an accident with a few possums in the cooler, and now Toby is covered in glass shards." I briefly explained.

"Hang tight, I'll be there with an ambulance in five minutes or less. If there's any big chucks of glass in him, do not let him take it out. If he bleeds out before he can get to the hospital, that's bad news." I thanked him, hung up the phone and stayed with Toby while we waited. The bartender brought us both a drink. He took a long sip before looking back at me.

"Hey Shane?"

"Yeah?"

"..Does weird shit like this happen all the time...?"

To be... Continued

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