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#this af94 mascara speaks for itself#i ran out and got it the second i had $10 and it was worth it#selfie#me#af94
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"the magnus protocol had a whole ARG beforehand? what?"
yes! it did!
"oh so I need to have participated in this whole big thing to actually understand the podcast?"
not at all! from the official post-mortem put out by RQ, "while the ARG was not something that was necessary to participate in to understand the magnus protocol, it was designed to contain a wealth of background story and context that would enrich any player's listening experience."
"a wealth of background context that would enrich my listening experience 👀👀👀 how can I learn about this?"
SO glad you asked. sadly, many of the materials made for the arg have been taken down since the game ended 😔 (ex., the official OIAR, magnus institute, and bonzoland websites. (edit ii: I found partial wayback machine captures! see below) though @strangehauntsuk is still up!), so we're a bit low on primary sources, but in terms of learning about what happened:
for a starting point, I would really recommend this video by @pinkelotjeart
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it's super accessible, it was made in real time as the game progressed and follows the solving and revelation of clues as they happened, it hits all the major points of the mystery and moments of community insanity while eliding some of the nitty gritty puzzle grinding, 10/10 would recommend.
here's the official summary put out by RQ, and I'd recommend reading through this once you've already gotten a basic handle on the flow of the story and the basic connections between major clues and events. it's got some fun behind-the-scenes info and lays out the thought process behind the puzzles in simple terms
here's the full masterdoc of all puzzles and resolutions put together in the statement remains discord server. masterdoc my absolute BELOVED, masterdoc my bethrothed, masterdoc my soul mate. I'd recommend this as a second port of call after the above video as it either contains all details about the puzzles or links to other expanded docs that do.
here's the narrative summary doc that lays out all the plot and lore discovered in three pages of plain prose. if you just want to get to the good bits as fast as you can and get blasted directly in the face by contextless lore bombs, this is the doc for you. if you don't want to start with the video, I'd say this is another good entry point.
once you've got the lay of the land, some of the game materials that I found particularly interesting include:
the in-universe east germany expat usenet forum, with all content translated into english. most of it is irrelevant space filler with occasional extremely sus lore, but I still found it fun to read through. love to soak in some fictional forum drama.
chdb.xlsx, the spreadsheet of the names of all the children the protocol 'verse magnus institute was studying/experimenting on. EDIT: here is a version of the sheet without any annotations and with all of the names in their original order, kudos to @theboombutton for catching that the commonly shared copy had the order swapped around.
klaus.xls, a (very corrupted) spreadsheet with what looks like the classifications of a bunch of old OIAR cases.
EDIT: have a few more saved materials from the game that I forgot to include.
an in-universe audio ad to apply to the OIAR that ran before archives episodes and kicked off the whole game.
an in-universe video ad to apply to the OIAR, this one is an official upload that's still up from the game itself. you can subscribe to the OIAR's official youtube channel today, if you so chose.
the robo-voicemail greeting from the OIAR's phone line.
EDIT II:
here is a wayback machine capture of the OIAR's official website.
here is a wayback machine capture of the bonzoland website.
(pretty sure both of the above captures just archived the home pages, though I haven't tried clicking all of the links. I'd say they're still worth looking at, the home pages give a good window into the vibes.)
once you start poking around in these documents, you'll find a bunch of links to others with further information, the materials I've included here just contain what I feel to be the most relevant details to getting a broad feel for the whole game. once again, huge shout out to the statement remains server, I was barely in there as the ARG was in progress and only ducked my head in every so often to find links like these. true mvps of the fandom.
#gonna pin this for a bit because every day I get 2-5 asks saying 'there was an arg? how do I learn about it?'#tmagp#video#marina marvels at life
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Dirty Joke
Pairing: Dad!Matt × Fem!reader
Summary: Last night things got heated between Matt and Y/N. Next morning,Matt makes a dirty joke infront of Brinley and he has to make an excuse to cover it.
Warnings: Starts out with smut,suggestive jokes.
Smut Summary:blowjob,praising.
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9:57 p.m
I walked into the bathroom and saw Matt drying his hair. He was shirtless and had on blue jeans that showed his blue boxers slightly.
"Jeans to sleep?Very wierd choice." I said as i stood by the door.
Matt's eyes flickered to me. "Baby,I told you we have to go film today." He said while drying his hair.
"Oh right. Well what time are gonna be back?" I asked while taking off my shirt to go in the shower.
"Around 12:00 am,maybe." He said. "I'm sorry love,I know I've been coming ba-" He stopped as he turned around,seeing me in nothing but my bra and underwear.
"You like what you see Matt?" I asked smirking. I spun around to give him a full 360•.
That made Matt look back up at me. "Sorry baby, just got distracted there for a second."
"Yeah,I can see that." I said referring to his hard-on.
I walked closer to him,"Maybe I can help you with that." I said as I palmed him over his jeans.
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10:15 p.m
"Oh fuck Y/N,you're sucking me off so good." Matt moaned as he got closer to his orgasm.
I hollowed my cheeks aroung him as I sat on my knees on the bathroom floor. My hand jerking whatever couldn't fit in my mouth.
"Holy shit,I'm cumming,I'm cumming baby." He groaned as he came in my throat.
I pulled off of him with a pop,before swallowing his cum.
He chuckled as he looked down at me. " We should do that when I get home." He said.
"I'm not giving you a blowjob at midinght,Matt!" I said smiling as I got up from my knees.
Matt still hovered over me as I watched up at him. "Worth a shot." He said as he leaned in to kiss me.
But before our lips met,Chris called him. "Matt where the fuck are you?" He asked Matt over the phone.
"I'll be right there,let me just put on a shirt." He said as he hung up the phone.
He gave me a quick kiss before saying, "Bye baby, I love you. I'll see you later." He said before putting on a shirt and going to pick up his brothers.
"Love you!" I said before he walked out the door.
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7:45 a.m
I woke up to see my husband lying next to me on his phone,now shirtless with plaid sweatpants on.
"Morning." I said as I said as I rested my chin on his chest. He took off his phone and he put it on top of his nightstand.
"Morning pretty." He said as turned to to his right,now completely facing me as his hands rested on my hips.
As I leaned in for a kiss,our four year old opened the door as she walked inside the room,holding her pink star blanket.
"Mommy,Daddy!" She said as she ran between the both of us.
I chuckle, "Hi lovey,good morning!" I said as she looked at me.
"Morning doll." Matt said as he kissed his daughter's head.
"Morning!" She said as she cuddled into me,nuzzling into my chest.
"I'm gonna shower and get ready,I'll be right back, you wanna come too Y/N. Maybe you can recreate what you did last night." He said smirking.
As I got up to speak, Brinley interuppted me,"What did Mommy do last night?" She asked curiously.
Matt and I's eyes widened as we look at eachother.
"Um, well. Mommy,um,showed me,um, a-a magic trick. It was really cool. But she can't do it again cause we don't have time. Remember, Uncle Nick and Uncle Chris said they want to hang out by the pool with you." Matt said making up an excuse.
"Oh yeah. Mommy can you get me ready?" She asked me as a big smile plastered over her face.
Brinley loved hanging out with me,Matt,Nick and Chris. She always had fun.
"Sure lovey,go inside your room and fill up the bath and I'll be right there okay? You remember how much water to put?" I asked her.
She nodded bfore runing to her bathroom that was inside her room.
I got off of the bed and walked up to Matt. "Really,magic trick?" I asked him as I put my two hands on his chest.
"What do you want me to tell her,love? 'Oh Mommy was having fun sucking daddy off,' Want me to say that?" He said while smirking.
"You're crazy,you know that?" I said as I walked out the room,to my daughter's room.
"Wait! Can I still have a blowjob tonight?" He asked me as he grabbed my wrist softly.
"Who says you have to wait for tonight? You can get one while Brinley watches TV." I said winking and walking out the door.
I could hear Matt say "Yahoo!" in his baby voice from outside. I chuckled as I walked to Brinley's room.
I was truly married to a child.
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Is this bad or not?
I don't even know.
LOVE Y'ALL!!
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Clean Cut
Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of bullets, war, shrapnel, anxiety, worry, car accidents. Slightly angsty.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Okay so I just caught up with all The Rookie seasons and I’m just LIVING for Chenford. Like LIVING. buuuuuut I noticed there wasn’t much Tim x Reader fic out there soooooo I figured why not! This idea came to my head at some point when I was watching and I also have like a whole story of their life beyond and before this moment but enjoy this little reworked snippet from 2x08.
The Rookie Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics
It had felt like a long day already and you had only been clocked in at the hospital for two hours. You still had 10 hours left in your shift and it felt like you experienced a whole day’s worth already. Being a corpsman for a Marine squad prepared you for a lot but sometimes the uniqueness of LA and the people who resided in it and tended to need your RN medical services at St. Stevens ran you for your money.
Currently, you were updating patient charts during the lull that was likely to last all of two seconds but it beat staying an extra hour to finish your paperwork likely unpaid because the hospital rarely approved overtime for RNs.
“Wanna tell me why it’s so crazy for a Tuesday?”
The statement from your coworker caused you to look at them over your shoulder and let out a laugh.
“I wish I had an answer to that, but I also feel like anything I say will jinx it even more.” You pushed the computer cart against the wall and moved over to your coworkers cart. “You’ve got like 15 pages here, what is this?” You picked up the manila folder that was larger than your normal ER patient folders.
“Police car accident. There’s a few of them in the ER right now, these things always include tons of paperwork. Everyone needs to cover their asses.”
Your heart started to beat faster at the mention of a police accident but what really caused you to go into panic mode was seeing your husband's name on the report.
Before you could even answer your co-worker you were moving down the stairs, knowing the elevator would take too long. You knew the elevator would probably be quicker but the thought of standing still while you waited for and in it would drive your mind crazy so rushing down the stairs was the better alternative.
Tim was sitting on one of the ER beds, the scene of it caused you to stop for a minute. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Tim hurt waiting to be treated. In all honesty this was probably the tamest medical treatment scenario you two had been in together. He looked fine from afar, but that didn’t stop the worry from boiling in your gut.
“What happened?” You were next to him within seconds, the worry being the fuel of moving you from the staircase entrance to his side in seconds.
“I rear ended a civilian.” Tim knew better than to try and calm you down with pleasantries and relaxing mantras.
“Jesus.” Your hand moved to your pocket in search of your pen light. Quickly, you flashed it in front of his eyes, searching for his eyes to constrict and then dilate when you moved the light away.
“They already did this.” Tim’s voice was neutral, but you knew he was annoyed.
“Humor me.” Your head tilted, now your own annoyance was clear to him.
His eyes softened as they met yours and he nodded which gave you the okay to keep running through the trauma checklist in your head.
“This isn’t like you.” Tim said after a few minutes of silence between you as he humored you by lifting up his arms as you pressed down on his ribs and checked his reflexes.
“In what way?” You talked as you continued to look him over.
“I’ve come home and told you I’ve gotten shot at and you barely react, I tell you that I got into a car accident and you’re acting like I have internal bleeding.” Tim’s eyebrows raised.
“Did they do a CT scan? You could have internal bleeding. Especially if the airbags went off.”
“Doc.” The use of the nickname only 13 people in the world knew you as caused you to stop your examination of Tim and stand in front of him, slightly defeated.
“If I worried about every close call you encounter everyday, I’d be dysfunctional. This.” You pointed towards him and the bed, “This is tangible. This actually happened.”
Tim nodded and a smirk slightly filled his face.
“You doubtin’ me, Sarge?” You frowned as you asked him, using your own nickname for him.
“No,” Tim let out a chuckle and shook his head before looking back up at you. “I know better than to ever doubt you.”
“Smart man.” Officer Lopez walked up to the two of you with a smile. “How’s he doin’?” She looked between the both of you.
“He’s fine. No signs of a concussion,” you looked at Angela and then back at Tim, “and no signs of internal bleeding.” You smirked at him knowing he was going to give you one back.
“Give us a minute, Lopez?” Tim stood up and ripped the hospital bracelet off his wrist.
“Yea, just wanted to let you know the break lights were cut in the car you hit, foul play, you’ll likely be in the clear.” She explained while looking at the both of you, relief coming as a sigh from both you and Tim. “I’ll be in the lobby.” She nodded at him and squeezed your arm to say goodbye before leaving the ER.
“We goin’ back to the conversation we were having or a new one?” You asked Tim as he towered over you.
“You pulled shrapnel out of my abdomen in Afghanistan and you look more worried checking me for a concussion.” Tim said with his arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Your one worded answer wasn’t convincing.
“Don’t lie to me.” Tim said more seriously than any of his other statements.
You sighed, “Like I said, this is tangible. In Afghanistan, we weren’t exactly given the space to worry. Here, I feel like it’s all I have to hold onto. But again, if I held onto every worry I’d be dysfunctional. I know you can handle yourself when bullets are flying, when shit goes sideways, it’s these out of your control scenarios that just get me flustered.” You explained moving your hands around as you talked.
Tim brought you in for a hug, knowing nothing he’d say could change anything. “You do realize, I’m the one that rear-ended the civilian, not the other way around, right? Totally in my control.” He teased you.
“Not according to Angela.” You corrected him and he chuckled.
“I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a quick kiss on the top of your head.
“See you tonight, I already texted Angela all the concussion signs in case we missed anything.” Letting your last bit of worry out.
“You haven’t missed a single diagnosis or injury since I met you, Doc!” He called out from a few feet from you.
“You know, I’m technically not a doc, anymore, Sarge!” You yelled out to him.
He turned around with his arms up as he continued to walk backwards. “And I’m not technically a Sargeant anymore.”
“Old habits die hard!” You yelled back just before the elevator doors opened and he stepped backwards into the elevator flashing you a quick smile before the doors closed and he was back on duty.
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as usual (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader)
word count: ~3.7k
synposis: the time for you to meet the Hard Deck, and the Daggers frequenting it, has finally come. but some digs on the oldest aviator of the bunch in front of his younger partner leave a tension between you that begs to be broken.
warnings: age gap (unspecified but in my mind was about 10 years), assumed alcohol consumption, allusions to anxiety, use of the pet name "bunny", jake is an instigator
a/n: this was NOT going to be this long in my head but once i got writing i could not stop.. enjoy some more self-indulgent comfort angst from me!
As usual, Bradley pulled up to your apartment complex right after a long day on base. And as usual, you were standing in the window like a pup waiting for its owner to come home. He made the comparison in earnest. It melted him to know someone was that excited to have him near, that you were that excited to have him near.
He could barely make it out of the Bronco before you were bounding out your door and down the stairs. Bradley had just rounded the passenger side when you reached him. The sinking sun somehow made your eyes sparkle brighter. Butterflies flew in his stomach, and a lovestruck grin spread across his face. Gentle hands caressed your hips as his caramel gaze took you in closely.
"Did you manage to lock the door?" Bradley teased. You softly grunted at the dig, feigning annoyance in a half frown. The front door and you were nothing if not eternal foes, and Bradley knew of this conflict too well.
"I resent that, I really do." His responding laugh was all it took to break your weak facade. A smile overtook you as you lit up once again to be in his presence. Your hands found home at the base of his neck as your lips greeted each other. Seconds moved in hours whenever you kissed Bradley Bradshaw. He made the noise of the world lift into a soft hum with every touch.
It was understandable that you whined whenever he pulled away. "We're gonna be late," Bradley bargained. Your mouth fell into a soft pout that he was happy to peck away into a smile, and into giggles once his lips found your cheeks, and nose, and temples.
"I thought you said we'd be late!" you laughed as you batted him away to slip into the passenger side. He held the door open for you, like the gentleman Carole had raised him to be. Then he bent to kiss you more softly, like the gentleman his father was.
"You are always worth it." You couldn't fight the flush that broke onto your cheeks to crowd the makeup already present. Blush served little purpose with Bradley lighting your cheeks aflame every chance he got. Nor highlighter, with the glow you seemed to emanate since the day he walked into your life.
His hand found home on your thigh, yours placed atop it to toy with his calloused fingers. The Bronco drove off to the famed bar where he and his naval companions flocked. Such companions were eager to meet the girl who settled their "Rooster" into domestic life.
"Cupid's sure been hard at work," Phoenix remarked upon catching her best friend cheesing at the texts you sent him. Whatever force in the world brought you to him, be it Cupid or God or Nick and Carole themselves, he was grateful. Never had he felt so complete.
"How was work today, bunny?" Bradley asked. A simple question most would roll their eyes at, you jumped to answer. You were eager to tell him of every detail: the pesky clientele, the interdepartmental dramas, even how poorly the coffee was brewed. Excitement ran through you and, by proxy, to Bradley. "Bunny" was a nod to the energy that filled you and energized others, much like the battery mascot.
Your anecdotes filled the minutes driving through the bustle of San Diego rush hour. Bradley glanced over at you every chance he got, adding in commentary where he saw fit but mostly admiring the expressions taking over your face.
He could listen to you ramble for hours, he was certain, as you did for him in his own moments of boundless vigor. An equal partnership seemed unattainable with the women he'd met through the years yet came easily with you.
What place did age have to stall a feeling like that?
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Some last-minute Bronco kisses had you and Bradley walking into the Hard Deck five minutes behind schedule. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand tucked into the front pocket of your jeans to keep you snug against his side. Still, he let you lead the way, content to follow you wherever you found your feet.
You gawked at the space already half packed with people in uniform, a few civilians bridging the gaps. Various signs and regalia littered the space between windows. The perfect sunset view of the beach was on every wall. Miniature aircraft figures crowded the ceiling in permanent flight.
"Is this place for real?" you remarked, earning a kiss on your cheek from Bradley.
"That it is, bunny. As far back as my pops and Maverick," he answered, stopping as he caught his first familiar face. Bradley took the moment to lead you, bringing you to an open space at the bar. "And now in the hands of this lovely lady here. You remember-"
"Penny!" The excitement in your voice brightened the owner right up. Bradley's heart performed somersaults at your cheer. "This place is incredible!"
Penny tried to humble herself under your praise. "Hey, it's the nicest Navy daycare I could imagine." You giggled at the quip, making her break a smile. You quizzed her on her run of the bar as she pulled a draft for Bradley and mixed a margarita for you. The two of you initially met when Bradley brought you to Maverick's hangar. She was just as endeared then as she was now by your bright spirit and compassion for others.
Once you were settled with your drinks, you attempted to tip her out. Penny was quick to push the cash back at you with a wink. "On the house for you tonight. Call it my welcome gift." You must have thanked her half a dozen times as you moved across the bar. A small table against the wall was your target; somewhere to ground your drinks for when you inevitably got spotted-
"Bradshaw!" The time came sooner than you predicted. A brunette tagged with a name you'd heard too many times to count found her way to you. A man in true aviator glasses followed closely behind. Part of you tensed in anticipation. Still, your outgoing nature won over any resistance.
"Phoenix? Bradley has told me so much about you!" You reached out a hand to her. Her eyes slowly followed the gesture as if examining it.
Phoenix took her time to speak up. "So you're the one who's got Bradshaw off in la-la land?"
You blinked, trying to read into her tone. "I-I think so?"
"Phoenix, play nice," Bradley warned. She scoffed at him, finally grabbing your hand to shake.
"I haven't seen the old bird this happy in ages," Phoenix said as she met your eyes. A real smile tugged at her mouth. You were quick to mirror it as you relaxed. "Keep him that way; he flies better."
Bob followed up with his own introduction. It was hard for Bradley to contain his joy at the moment, even with the slight brows Phoenix threw his way. He hadn't told her the details of the age difference in passing; he hadn't thought it important. Bob was none the wiser, simply offering a game of darts to share amongst the four of them.
"Oh, I LOVE darts!" you exclaimed. "But be warned, it's rare that I actually hit the board."
Phoenix chuckled. "Your boy's not too good himself. We ought to split you apart so Bob and I are more evenly matched." Bradley rolled his eyes, though the interaction had his heart soaring. You were happy as can be getting to know his closest friends. They seemed happy as can be getting to know you.
Questions were passed between throws, Bob asking about your work and Phoenix asking about your relationship. It was the kindest form of interrogation you could've envisioned. Meanwhile, the empty pool table behind you was beckoning another group of aviators in your direction.
The tallest of the trio, a man with a square jaw and dark eyes, was quick to single you out. "Now, who's this pretty young thing you guys rounded up to play?"
You turned to make his acquaintance briefly, your usual cheery demeanor receding some. No person with words like that would get the better of you. Instead, you drew in a breath as you threw the last dart of your turn, hitting a triple ring in the process.
"Bradley!" you squealed. He drew you in happily as you jumped into his embrace. "Did you see?! Did you see?!"
An answer was pressed to your lips, leaving you breathless in the aftermath. Bradley hummed at your slightly dazed expression. "That's my girl."
He felt the stares of Harvard, Fanboy, and Coyote burning holes into the floral print shirt he adorned. No mind was paid to any of them, though; not until you solicited it yourself. "You must be more of Bradley's.. coworkers?"
The man of middle height held his hand out for you with a charming grin. "Lieutenant Javy Machado, or 'Coyote' if you'd rather." You were introduced to the other two, with Harvard taking some quizzical glances your way.
"I can't help but wonder, how'd you get shacked up with this fossil?" The audience around you laughed, Bradley included. He had mentioned he was a bit older than his team, giving rationale to the jest and the 'old bird' comment Phoenix made earlier. Still, something in these remarks began to itch you. You were quick to table the feeling, certain it was only your misunderstanding among old friends.
You went on to indulge them in the story of your mildly embarrassing meet-cute. A few other aviators popped in to make their introductions, Payback and Omaha namedly. It seemed that each of them, in due time, had to take their shot at ragging on Bradley's age. He brushed each one-liner off in spades, settling any greater debate with an amused chuckle rather than a defense.
The itch in you was replaced by a gnawing in your gut. You worked to suppress it as best as you could, wanting to make a perfect evening for your partner: the one who kissed you when you shot well in darts and pulled you to the piano to serenade you front and center.
But the words echoing in your ears began to shrink you in your bearings. Suddenly, you had little to say in response to any harmless question. You certainly had less to say as Harvard and Hangman were questioning why you were with Bradley "of all people". Bradley himself had gone to the bathroom, trusting you would be safe and at ease in the company of his friends. It was only upon his return that he was made to see how wrong he'd been.
Bob, the perfect wallflower, had noted the shift in your behavior. He stood by and watched as the dazzling person he was first introduced to started to lose their spark. The WSO watched as you tried to fake smiles and laugh along to the jokes cracked. None of it reached your gaze that began to dart around, as if looking for refuge. Bradley was clueless, too caught up in the moment of his worlds merging to notice one was falling back.
He returned from the bathroom and attempted to dart to your side, stopped only by Bob's light grip on his arm. "Rooster, something's up with your girl." Bradley froze. He scanned the bar, locking onto where you sat with a pair of his friends. Confusion filled him. The night had gone so well. You were getting along with everyone, even Hangman. What could possibly be wrong?
"Just trust me," Bob pleaded, practically seeing the calculations Bradley was attempting in his head. It was seeing your hands nervously fiddling together that confirmed to him Bob was right. He clapped his friend's shoulder, uttering a gracious thanks before making his way over to you.
"Mind if I cut in?" It was nothing more than a courtesy. Bradley would not let you stew in your own head a second longer. "I think we ought to be heading out soon, bunny."
Bradley outstretched his hand to you, which you gladly placed yours into. He pulled you up from the booth with ease and waved his goodbyes to the pair left at the table.
Hangman would not settle for courtesies. "Aww, come on, old man; can't you let her stay out past curfew?"
You barely had a breath to react before Bradley did with yet another chuckle. If nothing churned your stomach that night, the sound of his amusement at this running gag did. You managed your goodbyes to everyone in passing well enough as you exited the bar. The Bronco was a relieving and suffocating sight at the same time.
Silence: that was all Bradley had been given as he led you to his car. A frown fixed on his face. You were keeping a firm distance between the two of you where normally there would be none. Your fingers danced with each other in a nervous rhythm where normally they were laced with his own. Something was seriously wrong, but he hadn't the faintest idea as to what.
Bradley held the passenger door open for you, as usual, and had to hold back a gracious sigh as you let him. You would not so much as look at him since leaving his friends, but he held onto the simple gesture as a sign of hope.
He dared to lean in to catch your lips against his, only to be met by the soft skin of your cheek. Bradley stuttered backward. You had turned away from his kiss.
"Take me home, Rooster." An icy cold poured through him. You had met him in uniform, full with his "Rooster" embellishment, but had never once used the name. And he was starting to wish you never had, for the distant feeling it brought chilled him to the bone.
Bradley hopped into his seat and got the Bronco in motion toward your apartment. Maybe you needed the fresh air and the sights of the city to cool off, he thought. However, with each mile, the tension was growing thicker. He felt it in the silence walling you from him. He felt it as your quad contracted under his subconscious grip, so much that he was growing nauseous himself.
Bradley was a worrywort by default. It's why he hesitated in the air. It's why he hesitated with almost everything in his life. You had been the one piece of his existence that brought him such thoughtless bliss. Had he been too thoughtless to not notice where things were souring?
As quickly as you had raced down, you were flying up the stairs to your apartment. The thud of the passenger door slamming startled him. Bradley barely parked by the time you were halfway up the flight. He locked the doors and jogged up in the path you'd made.
His stature made it fairly easy to catch up to you. That, and the fumbling of your fingers with your key in the villainized deadbolt. You were cursing silently to yourself as you tried and failed to get the lock to turn just right. Tears began to blur your vision, making the simple task even more frustrating.
Bradley's voice was gentle, apologetic already. "Here, let me-"
"Just go home, Rooster; I don't need a fucking babysitter!"
Your response comes out sharp and cold. Your use of his callsign half an hour ago might have chilled him, but this sudden outburst froze him from the inside out. It wasn't long until you froze up yourself and realized the words you let fly.
"Whoa.. where did that come from?"
Bradley didn't receive an answer; not verbally, at least. The only response he received from you was the clutter of your keys against the ground as you tucked your chin into your chest. Soft whimpers began to shake your frame. Within seconds, your resolve gave way to desperate cries pouring from your throat. Bradley's heart cracked.
He moved into action, tucking you into his broad chest and letting you lean your weight into him. Light shushes and repetitions of "It's alright" rushed to console you. Bradley held you upright with one arm as he bent over to swipe your keys into his grasp.
"Come on; let's get inside, yeah?" he cooed as he stood back up. You said nothing and continued to cry into his white tank. Mascara stains were sure to form, but he couldn't care less.
Bradley got your door unlocked in a single try. He propped you safely against the wall as he locked the entry behind himself. You felt like you were floating with his help to get to the couch. There was no resistance or fight in you; only fear.
His hands were on your knees, rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin your jeans exposed. Bradley knelt down in front of you. He waited for you, any tell that you were ready to talk, as long as you needed.
You gathered a hiccuped breath as your sobs faded to sniffles. Your trembling hands reached for him, feeling the warmth of his grasp almost instantly. Bradley gingerly kissed your knuckles on each hand. "Talk to me, bunny." Head lifting, you finally met his worried stare. "What's going on?"
It was a simple question that had a simple answer. Yet, as you tried to form the words, you felt a rush of embarrassment. How ridiculous was it to get so worked up over some lighthearted fun? There was no reason for you to have this sick feeling in your stomach over it.
"Hey," Bradley called, moving a hand up to hold your cheek. His thumb swept at the tears still pouring from your lash line. You hadn't noticed your line of sight drifting away from him with your train of thought. As you found his face again, you saw greater desperation. He ached to know, to help. "Talk to me. Please."
And you did. Grabbing onto his hand with both of yours, you released a heavy sigh. "Tonight was great. Everyone was so nice and welcoming. They all seem like really good people, a-and I'm glad you have them in your life to support you."
Bradley managed a sad smile. Even through your own pains, you were searching for the best to make of the situation for him. He squeezed your hands holding his to comfort you in letting the other shoe drop.
"But.. I-I know you're older than them. I'm sure that, that they make those jokes around you a lot, and did way before you met me. It just.." You stopped yourself, shaking your head as if to shake the thought away. "It's probably so stupid-"
"It's not stupid if it's got you this upset."
Oh, Bradley. The only man you'd ever encountered who genuinely yearned to empathize with you at every struggle or hardship. The person who encouraged you to feel things through in a healthy manner instead of immediately pointing blame at yourself for feeling it at all. No person at any age topped the level of emotional care and safety he provided you.
Your words started to flood out, mixing together in disarray. Yet, Bradley listened intently to every fragmented sentence you gave. "I care about you. So much, B; so much it's scary sometimes. And I don't ever think of the years between us because it's all meaningless, you know? The way I feel for you, and how I think you feel for me. We each have our shit sorted, there's no weird power dynamic bullshit going on."
He restrained a laugh at your frank vocabulary. It was one of the things he admired most about you. When your feelings spilled out, there was never a filter. You expressed yourself entirely authentically. That's why your earlier silence frightened him into his own.
That was not to say your troubles were easy for him to hear, because they weren't. Who wanted to hear that the person they loved ever doubted as such?
"All those jokes… I don't want your friends to not take me seriously. That I'm with you for any reason other than you make my life so much better just by being in it, and I hope to god I can do the same for you. I don't need you to take care of me, be my 'sugar daddy' or anything like that. And-" You pursed your lips as another sob caught in your throat.
Bradley leaned in to kiss your forehead, so tenderly it sent chills down your spine. Your lips parted to release that choked cry. "I-I was scared when you just.. just laughed with them, that, that you didn't take me seriously e-either."
The words were a knife in his chest. "Oh, baby, no," he nearly gasped. "No, no; I never have thought like that, bunny."
You began to cry once more; out of the feelings you'd held that evening, out of the faint insecurity you'd held the months you'd spent together, and out of relief to hear him reassure you. The mix of emotions was blowing you over.
"Can I come up there, baby? Can I hold you?" Your answer was in the frantic way you pulled at his hands. Bradley fell into your ragged loveseat in an instant, tugging you into his lap as you wept. He rubbed up and down your back and pressed kisses into your hair to soothe you.
His voice was warped with his own emotion when he spoke next. "I'm so sorry I ever made you doubt how I feel about you. You are worth so much more than your age." He cupped your cheek again to meet your watery gaze with his own.
"You're incredible. The way you navigate life so carefree and full of light, and how you pass that feeling onto everyone you meet. How you care about everyone you meet and effortlessly brighten their day. How you care about me so much that you're this worried that I don't know it."
Your tears rolled freely onto the skin of his fingers, your body jolting with hiccups. And Bradley thought you were every bit as beautiful as you'd ever been.
"But I do. And I will treasure that, I will treasure you, every day of my life." Your responding smile was the most welcome sight. It cleared up the dark clouds that were looming overhead to shine brightly on whatever was to come. As usual.
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a/n: this was very VERY loosely proofread but i am open to feedback and suggestions! thank you all for reading <3
tags: @roosterforme, @avengersfan25
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Prompt 18 - Bed Sharing
@wolfstarmicrofic May 18, word count 757
Second part of Prompt 10 - Only One Bed/Room
He hadn’t known Sirius had tattoos. Oh gods, how was he going to survive two nights in the same bed as him? He’d been rude and he knew it. Too many drinks and his tongue had become venomous.
By the time he’d calmed himself, Sirius had fallen asleep. His soft snores filled the quiet room. He slipped under the covers and laid back into his pillow. Damn that bed was comfy. It took him minutes to fall asleep.
He dreamed of Sirius and his bare chest and what he wanted to do to Sirius and his bare chest. He was unceremoniously pulled from his happy dreams when Sirius tried to move away from him. He’d opened his eyes and found himself much too close to Sirius. Those icy blue eyes penetrated his own. He’d been dreaming about them all night, so he was a bit slow realising he was awake.
“Sorry, I must have rolled in my sleep.” Sirius huffed a nervous laugh. That was when Remus realised their legs were tangled together and Sirius was practically on his chest. He also became aware of something else that had woken up.
Afraid that Sirius might accidentally knock into it and be offended, Remus yanked his legs free and ran into the bathroom, locking it behind him.
He held his head in his hands. He took a cold shower and spotted his bag that he’d left in the bathroom last night. He got out the clothes he’d be wearing to the conference, put them on and unlocked the bathroom door.
Sirius was lying on the bed, playing a game on his phone. He ignored Remus. Remus felt a pang of panic race through him. Had Sirius felt what was going on under the covers? Was he annoyed at Remus? Remus couldn’t take it, and grabbing his wallet, laptop and phone, he left the room to find breakfast.
The conference hadn’t been that bad. He’d made notes on a few things that could be implemented immediately at the company and a few that could slowly be rolled out. All in all, the trip had been worth it in Remus’s opinion. He didn’t know what Sirius had written down, but he’d been scribbling in a notebook all day.
“I really fancy something greasy and disgusting,” Sirius said as they packed their things away. He rubbed his hand and made a little whimpering noise in the back of his throat. Remus nearly died. Sirius continued rubbing his hand, unaware of Remus’s distress. Remus assumed Sirius’s hand had cramped from all the writing he’d done that day. Remus wanted nothing more than to take Sirius’s hand and massage it for him. “So what do you think? You okay with that?” Remus hadn’t heard a word Sirius had been saying.
“Huh?”
“Can we just order burgers or something to the room? I really don’t want to sit in a restaurant,” Sirius repeated.
“Oh, yeah, sure, sounds good.” Remus panicked, he’d just agreed to spend even more time in that room with Sirius. He couldn’t wait until he was back in his own bed.
Sirius had made a good call. They ate their meals in comfortable silence while they watched fail videos on YouTube.
Sirius started searching for his favourite videos to show Remus and Remus began to relax a bit. He showed Sirius some of the clips he found hilarious, and they ended up sitting back on the bed laughing at an old skit about fork handles.
Sirius leant over the side of the bed and pulled out a cheap bottle of whisky. He shook it at Remus.
“Can I tempt you?” Remus felt his heart stutter and nodded. Sirius beamed at him and unscrewed the cap, taking a long swig before passing it to Remus.
They drank far too much of the whisky. Sirius was rolling around on the bed giggling uncontrollably at Eddie Izzard’s Star Wars Cantina story played out with lego and Remus was goon grinning at him.
“What are you grinning at?” Sirius slurred, pointing accusingly at Remus.
“You,” Remus stuck his tongue out, Sirius pounced. Suddenly, Sirius was on him, his teeth carefully nipping Remus’s outstretched tongue. His drunken brain had to catch up with what had just happened, but once he did, he flipped Sirius onto the mattress and towered over him, before leaning closer and sloppily kissing him on his lips and slowly making his way to those tattoos.
They woke up with banging headaches, with entangled limbs again. But this time Remus didn’t run away.
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𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 -𝗲.𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮
warnings: smut. car sex. 18+ under the cut.
a/n: let’s pretend psg make it to the finals
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the last game.
the final of the division 1 féminine.
paris saint-germain vs lyon.
it was my first final with psg for this season, having just joined the club from liverpool. it was big change, going from the wsl to the french league but so worth it.
both me and fellow australian, clare hunt had joined the team but she'd come from the a-leagues. in the almost year i'd spent at the french club, i'd met all of the players and they were all really welcoming.
the first player that greeted me was elisa, the slightly taller defender bumping into me on my first day.
since then we'd hit it off, become almost best friends and started dating after a couple months. now we were walking onto the field together, to play for the championship.
nerves were rolling through my body; the pre-game jitters never got easier. our captain grace led us out to the pitch where the lyon players were lined up and waiting.
it didn't take long and everyone was ready, in their positions. the whistle blew and i shot forward, we were off.
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half time came, we were 1-0 down by a shot from ada hegerberg.
after the break everyone was determined to at least equalise. it felt like a lifetime but finally the ball was booted halfway up the field by our goalie and i was on it immediately. weaving through the defenders wasn't easy, i had wendie renard and ellie carpenter to get past before their goalie.
i was smaller, more agile however, and i managed to sneak past them and shoot a clean shot straight into the top left corner of the net.
the crowd went wild and i jumped in the air out of happiness. we were equal now, 1-1.
the second goal came roughly 10 minutes after my first, korbin had made a brilliant pass to lieke, who was bolting towards the box, 2 defenders hot on her heels. i was just on the right wing, close enough to the goal to get a tap in, and that's exactly what i did.
lieke saw me unmarked and slid the ball across and i made a one touch shot into the bottom right corner. the goalie didn't know what was happening by the time the ball was in the net.
the stadium erupted again and leapt in the air again. finally we had a chance, we were almost there.
when that final whistle blew after 5 minutes of injury time, i sunk to my knees. we had done it.
the whole team, subs included, ran onto the pitch in a huddle that ended more like a crushing pile of bodies. i wiggled my way out of it and found elisa.
"we did it mon amour, we won! thanks to you!" she picked me up and pressed a kiss to my forehead. i giggled and wrapped my legas around her body, to hold myself up. the whole stadium was filled with the cheers of the psg fans, but at the same time, the humiliated silence of the lyon fans.
i felt bad for the team, they had played their best but it wasn't enough. but the cheering of my team bought me back and both me and elisa were wrapped up in celebration again.
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the girls had dragged us all out to a club, celebration they claimed. so i was dressed in a deep blue, shimmery dress that i thought matched our team colours perfectly.
elisa drove us while the other girls made their own way to the chosen club. it was semi-crowded when we got there but we found everyone else at a table and sat down.
sakina announced that the first round was on her and almost ran over to the bar to order.
around 3 rounds later and sakina, me and a couple other were on the dance floor. sakina was easily more drunk than me, hence why she was practically grinding on me. i wasn't too bothered, quite enjoying myself actually. we danced in sync with the music, matching all the other swaying bodies on the floor.
however i knew one person wouldn't be too happy, because i could feel her glare from across the room. elisa wasn't normally that jealous but when she was, i always ended up under her so i couldn't say i enjoy it.
the song ended and i twirled sakina away from me and she latched onto another teammate to dance with. i made my way over to where elisa was sitting, sliding in next to her.
"bonjour, mon amour." (hello, my love.)
my hand slid onto her thigh instinctively, elisa leaned her head down to mine to catch my lips in a searing kiss. when we pulled apart she had a hungry look in her eyes.
"sakina is too touchy."
i chuckled at how grumpy elisa looked, rubbing her thigh in comfort.
"do you want to get out of here?"
i didn't have to whisper, the club was already loud, but elisa heard me and was all too happy to grab my hand and get up. we bid goodnight to our teammates and headed for the exit.
our car was parked outside and we made a beeline for it. well, elisa did, i was just dragged along. however, she grabbed handle of the backseat not the front seat.
"elisa, what are you doing? we have to drive home?"
she didn't answer, just pulled me in with her. her lips were on mine the second the door clicked shut, hands roaming up and down my sides.
we pulled apart for a brief second then her lips were on my neck. she trailed her way down to my chest where she slipped the straps of my dress down to play with my nipples. a satisfied groan left my lips and i wriggled under her. she took her time now, giving equal amounts of pleasure to both the left and right breast.
"eli..."
"yes, mon amour?" (my love.)
she knew what she was doing to me, a cocky grin plastered on her face when she looked at me.
"hurry up and fuck me!"
i didn't think it could happen but an even cockier grin was now sported on her lips as she hiked my dress up to show my blue, lace panties.
"all dressed up for me, are we?"
a blush covered my cheeks at her words, i did have tiny hope that we would end the night like this but in her car, i never would have guessed.
her fingers were now hooked in the sides on my underwear, and with a glance up to me for consent, she pulled them down. her fingertips grazed my clit, before dipping further down to my soaked hole. she gathered my juices in her finger and brought it up to her mouth, not breaking eye contact once.
my cheeks heated with a blush again and i could feel the tingling feeling travel down to my groin.
"so wet for me, bébé." (baby.)
"elisa, please. just touch me already."
she did as i asked, fingers finding my clit and immediately rubbing small circles around it. i hummed, the pressure on the bundle of nerves was sending little shockwaves through my body and it felt so good.
my hips bucked up into her fingers, desperate for more friction.
"eli, your fingers inside me please."
she pressed a kiss to my lips, which turned into a make out session, while she thrust two fingers into me. elisa set a steady pace, before pushing a third finger in.
i moaned into her mouth at the stretch, urging her to keep going. i could feel the coil in my lower stomach start to tighten.
"elisa, 'm close. don't stop."
she kept going, if anything she sped up, determined to make me cum. elisa rubbed against my clit, adding to the pressure of the already-tight coil.
i mentally thanked whatever god was in our favour for the tinted windows elisa had on her car. i wouldn't be able to live this down if she didn't. inside the car, there wasn't much speaking, only the sounds of her fingers slapping against my wet folds and my moans. i was just on the edge, i could feel myself clenching faster, then suddenly i was there.
"elisa, i'm cumming!"
"cum for me bébé, all over my fingers." (baby,)
i didn't need any further assurance, i let it go and found myself clenching uncontrollably around elisa's fingers as she helped me through my orgasm.
slowly she pulled her fingers out, licking them clean then pressing a kiss to my lips so i could taste myself on her lips.
once i'd come down from my high, she made sure to clean me up as best she could, slipping my underwear back onto my hips and pulling the dress straps up over my bare chest.
"well clean up properly at home, yea?"
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The Guest House - Chapter 7
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.
The Guest House Master List
Word Count: 3,120
A/N: Really appreciate everyone's patience these last few weeks! I've been bounced around to a bunch of doctors, the holidays are always busy, and we got some tough news about my FIL, so it's been rough. But I'm so happy to come back to this series and look forward to continuing it 💜
“Ok fine, I get it now.” Dean huffs as he rests his hands on his hips, taking in the valley below him that glows in the early hours of morning.
You step up beside him, your stance mirroring his as the last ascent was definitely the steepest of the climb. And mixed with the sharp morning air cutting into your lungs, you were feeling it. But as you take in the view, the start of the day shimmering off the bare branches of the forest below you, it was absolutely worth it. Even with all of Dean’s moaning and groaning along the way.
You close your eyes, the warmth of the winter sun a slight reprieve against the bracing breeze. You take in a deep breath, letting it settle deep inside you, feeling as the inhalation travels through you, winding all the way down to your toes.
You breath in again, your fists clenching as a familiar pang of sorrow begins to overtake the relaxation. In the quietness and warmth, you feel her. Your Aunt Rose. Your teeth clench as you feel tears prickle at your eyes. But as you take in another breath, you won’t let them fall. Because you’re happy to have her here with you. This is exactly what she would want for you. She would be happy for you. Proud, that you had taken a giant leap out of your comfort zone, and that warms you more than any sunshine.
You open your eyes again and take in one more deep breath as you look out past the vally, the tears drying without having fallen, and you let it all out in one big sigh, your body humming.
“Good?” You turn to Dean, who offers you a gentle smile, and you swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, your lips soft but upright.
“Well,” he shifts to fully face you, his stature casting a shadow over you. “If you’re done with all you’re breathing,” he raises his eyebrows. “How about some breakfast.”
The diner clock reads 10:34 when you and Dean walk into Billies, him once again holding the door open for you before you step inside. You’re still surprised by the gesture, even though this is the second time he’s done it, but you appreciate it nonetheless.
Once Dean steps in behind you, you start to head for your usual spot at the counter, but Dean catches you by the elbow and points to a booth towards the middle and against the opposite wall. It’s the same one, or at least close to, the one he sat at a few weeks ago when you first ran into him here.
You really enjoy sitting at the counter, but after all the nice things Dean’s done for you the last few days, you figure you can let him pick the seat. Plus, something tells you this man has a routine, and you’re not going to try and mess with it. So you lead the way to the spot he pointed out and throw yourself onto the fading vinyl with a slow whoosh as it adjusts to your weight as Dean settles in across from you.
“I’ve never actually been here for breakfast.” You comment as a middle-aged woman steps up to your table and places down menus and automatically fills Dean’s coffee mug before she motions to yours and you nod. You haven’t seen her before, so you’re assuming she must do the morning shift.
“Thanks, Denise.” Dean shoots her a smile that leaves you feeling slightly jealous of the woman before he wraps a large hand around the mug, and brings it up to his full lips, closing his eyes as he enjoys the first sip with a hum. Your breath catches.
God damn why are even the simplest things with him so hot?
“You’ve been missing out then.” He says as he opens his eyes and sets the coffee back on the table. It takes you a moment to remember what he was talking about.
Breakfast, right.
You reach down the table and grab the tin of creamer as he continues.
“As good as the lunch is, Lloyd back there makes the best damn eggs you’ve ever had.” You nod your head as you stir your coffee, watching as it lightens to your preference – like milk chocolate.
“I’m actually not a fan of eggs.” You place your spoon onto your napkin, the liquid saturating the paper as you take your own sip, your shoulders scrunching up towards your ears as the hot liquid settles in your chilled body, even after Dean kept the truck well heated on the drive back. The last few days had been the coldest since you arrived, and the weather was calling for snow soon.
You almost miss Dean’s wide eyes and gaping mouth before he quickly shakes it away.
“Who the hell doesn’t like eggs?” His nose scrunches and you can see the visible confusion on his face.
You just shrug.
“Never really been a fan. Especially when I go out for breakfast. If I’m going out, I want something I don’t normally have.”
“Which is?” Dean raises a brow as he takes another sip, this time keeping the mug in his hand instead of setting it down, and your heart rate spikes again.
Down girl. You remind yourself. It’s breakfast, not a date. Nothing was going to happen after this.
“Pancakes.” You grin. “With strawberries and cream.” You watch as Dean’s lips part at your answer, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head but he swallows his comment down with another sip of coffee.
“Fair enough,” he settles on instead.
Only ten minutes later, Billie makes her way over, your breakfast orders in hand – Your pancakes, complete with a whipped cream swirl, and Dean with the “hungry man” platter, filled with three eggs, two pieces of toast, a few slabs of bacon, and finished off with a side of hash browns. Your stomach feels queasy just looking at that much food.
“I see you made it out alive.” Billie smiles down as she places the dishes on the table and looks between the both of you. You let out a laugh, remembering your conversation from a few days ago as Dean’s brows knit together.
“What now?” He looks between the two of you. You purse your lips, trying to bite back your smile.
“I had Billie vouch for you before we went hiking.” You pick up your fork and make the first cut into the pancakes, appreciating the perfectly golden brown fluff. “Had to make sure you weren’t going to throw me off the cliff or anything.” You smirk at him as you take your first bite, and your body slumps as you moan as the food hits your taste buds, the perfect combination of vanilla and strawberry.
“Oh my god, this is so good,” you say over the food, not caring that it’s impolite. Dean wasn’t kidding about the breakfast here. It was heavenly.
It takes you a minute to realize both Billile and Dean are staring at you with wide eyes, so you push yourself back upright and swallow your food down, heat rushing up your neck and cheeks. Billie gives her head a slight shake and a smile appears over her shock.
“I’ll pass along your compliments to Llyod.” Billie pats you on the shoulder then heads back towards the counter, and you shoot her an embarrassed smile as she goes.
“Told ya breakfast was good.” Dean points at you with his fork, a gleam in those gorgeous green eyes before he turns back to his plate before he can see you lick your lips, wanting something sweeter than what you ordered.
“So you thought I was going to kill you?” Dean looks up at you before taking another bite. You smile over your food, swallowing it down.
“Look, we obviously didn't get off to the best start.” You raise your brows at him. “In case you forgot, you did point a gun at me, which I really didn’t appreciate.” He clears his throat and looks down at the table, heat brightening his cheeks.
“Yeah I might have forgotten that part.” You just smile even though he’s still avoiding your gaze.
“So yeah, I asked Billie if you were a psycho who would kill me if I went hiking with you.” That gets a huff out of him.
“Really?” He holds his hands out in front of him, gesturing to himself. “Do I look like a serial killer?” His eyes find yours, astonishment shining in his irises.
“A girl can never be too careful.” You smirk.
“Fair enough.”
A couple forkfuls of silence later, you clear your throat.
“Know if anything fun is happening this weekend?” You ask as you watch Dean take a massive bite of his eggs, which were almost gone already.
You asked to make small talk, but you were also curious. The town turned out to be pretty quiet, quieter than you thought you would appreciate, and loneliness was starting to grate at you. Turns out, four weeks alone wasn’t as relaxing as you expected it to be. It was nice at first, but now it was starting to get boring. Hence the hike this morning. But now that was done, and you’ve read, meditated, shopped, and ticked off every checkbox of your relaxation reset this trip was meant to bring. Though it sounds like the town is bustling with city tourists during the warmer months, there is not much going on while there’s snow on the ground. Really, the only thing you could think of was to head to Max’s. But truth be told, you didn’t feel like sitting at a bar alone again. You were missing your friends.
“No clue,” Dean swallows down his bite and chases it with some coffee. “I’m headed up to Bolton for some work.” He puts his fork down and leans back as he rests his hands on his thighs, a near empty plate shining up at him.
Bolton. That sounded familiar, but you weren’t sure why.
“What’s Bolton?” You ask before you take another bite from your still half-full stack of pancakes.
“Town ‘bout an hour from here. I have some work I gotta take care of.” You raise your eyebrows as you swallow down your food before you open your mouth.
“You’re a traveling mechanic?” You can’t stop the smirk that starts on your lips. It sounds a bit ridiculous. Especially considering he had his own shop here.
He sighs and rolls his eyes as your smile grows.
“If you want to put it like that, sure.” He draws out crisply, though his smile matches yours. “There’s a few classic car collectors up there that have me on retainer to keep their cars in good shape. A lot of them buy and sell them for investments.” He picks his fork back up and stabs at some lingering potatoes. “So they have to be in working order if they want to make back a profit.” He shoves the scoped food into his mouth.
Well that was a surprise, and your eyebrows show it. You hadn’t expected pick-up-truck-Dean to be a closested classic car maestro.
“That actually sounds cool.” You match his bite with one of your own, each mouthful of pancake just as good as the first.
“And being a regular, small-town mechanic doesn’t?” He shoots back and you breathe out a laugh as you lick your lips.
“I didn’t say that.” But Dean just rolls his eyes again with a smile.
Grumpy Dean may be a pain in the ass, but this Dean was starting to grow on you. He was actually, dare you say, fun?
“There’s a car auction on Sunday and one of my regulars wants me to check out a few of the cars he plans to put up beforehand.”
“Sounds fancy,” you comment absentmindedly as you take the last bite of pancakes you can manage. You’ll need a box to take home the rest. “I’ve never been to a car show before.” You put your fork down and sit back, happily full.
“If you want, you’re welcome to come.” Your eyes shoot to him. “Can’t imagine you’re into cars, but,” he shrugs as he trails off, like he’s not inviting you on a weekend trip with him.
Your mouth falls open and he looks at you when you don’t respond.
“What?” He asks genuinely, but your voice is stuck in your throat.
“How’s everything over here?” Denise suddenly appears, hands on her hips and a smile on her face.
“Perfect as always,” Dean beams up at her and she just rolls her eyes at him before she looks at you.
“Such a schmoozer.” Denise smirks at you and you tighten your lips with a quick nod, still in a half state of shock by Dean’s invitation to go away with him this weekend.
“Anything else I can get you kids?” Denise turns back to Dean.
“Just the check.” He reaches down for his mug and tips it back, finishing it off.
“And a box.” You jump in, your voice suddenly back.
Denise reaches into her apron and rips off a piece of paper from a pad and drops it on the middle of the table.
As soon as the check lands, you reach for it at the same time Dean does, but you’re quicker, and you snatch it up and pull it to your chest as he grapples for it.
“What are you doing?” Dean stares into your eyes, clearly asking you to give him the check, but you have no intention of doing so.
“I’m paying for breakfast.” You explain simply and you reach over to your hiking pack and pull out your wallet, grabbing your credit card and handing that and the bill back to Denise.
“Be right back.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Dean falls back into his seat. You smile.
“I do. Consider it a thank you for fixing my car, and taking me hiking.” And you mean it. Because the truth is, you owe him a hell of a lot more than just a breakfast, but considering he won’t let you pay for the new battery or the gas from today’s trip, it was truly the least you could do.
“Here ya are, sweetheart.” Denise returns a beat later with the receipt and a to-go container. You accept both, and you’re sure to leave her a 25% tip as you usually do with morning waitstaff since you know for a fact they earn a lot less than the afternoon and evening crews.
After you sign your name, you throw your card and wallet back into your bag.
“Thank you,” Dean’s voice from across the table gets your attention. You smile at him.
“Of course.” And he smiles back at you.
“Just don’t let my mom know I let you pay. She’ll have my ass for it.” A laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it and your head falls back with it.
“Deal.” You lick your lips as your laugh dies down. “I promise not to tattle to your mom.” You pick up your plate and dump the rest of your pancakes into the box, taking a moment to push down the edges around the lid.
Once it’s secure, you scoot out of your seat and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and picking up your leftovers as Dean also stands.
“After you,” He holds his hand out and you give him another smile, your body warming from toes to ears as you brush by him, the heat following you out into the cold and into the bed of Dean’s truck as he drives you home.
“Ugh this feels so good.” You moan as you sink further into the tub, bubbles tickling your chin as your body relaxes into the near scalding water, but that’s exactly how you like it, especially after having spent your morning in the bristling cold. You had stretched out once you finally got home, but you could already feel the start of soreness in your glutes and calves from the hike.
Your phone pings next to you, briefly interrupting Vance Joy. You grab the wash cloth hanging off the edge of the porcelain and wipe your hands off before you grab it off the floor, your home screen illuminating with a text message.
Dean Winchester.
Your heart rate spikes at his name as you sit up straighter and quickly open the notification, curious what he could be texting you about.
If you do want to come up to Bolton this weekend, just lmk. I’m leaving Saturday morning.
You squeeze your lips together and throw your head back against the pillow behind you, a smile spreading on your lips.
Before you can even think about what you want to do, your phone pings again. You hold your phone up, a new message appearing under the last one.
Probably should mention, I’m staying at my mom’s place as she lives up there. She has a couple spare rooms and she wants you to know she’d be happy to have you.
“What the fuck.” You whisper to yourself as you stare at the words. His mom. You had no idea this was going to involve his mom. Your excitement starts to fizzle.
“This is weird, right?” You ask out loud as you dangle your arm and phone over the tub’s edge and rest your head back, letting everything sink in.
It wasn’t enough to just be going away for the weekend, but now you’d be meeting and staying with his mom.
Who the fuck goes on a trip with a man they barely know, to stay with his mother of all people?
Aunt Rose would. Your inner voice answers the question you had no intention of responding to.
Hell, she would have jumped at the opportunity for the chance to meet new people and enjoy a fun weekend at a fancy car show.
You blow out a slow breath through puffed cheeks.
If you were being honest, it did sound cool. You’ve never been to a car show before, not that you know much about them, but you do “ohhh” and “ahhh” whenever a nice car drives by. You can at least appreciate them. And what were you going to do this weekend? Spend another evening alone at Max’s with the hopes of maybe finding someone to go home with?
But you know that’s not what you want to do.
Oh god, Sydney is going to murder me.
You bring your phone back up and open a text.
I’m in.
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24 days til' Christmas
going dancing with boyfriend!choi san on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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One of the downsides of dating a K-pop idol was that there was no privacy whatsoever. Which would result in yet another Christmas Eve at home, probably watching movies. Any moment spent with San was happy, but it was Christmas for Christ's sake!
What must a girl do to go on a simple date with her famous boyfriend? you thought to yourself.
You were making some shrimp jjigae (Korean stew) for San. San was arriving at the Incheon Airport that evening after the last leg of his tour. You were excited he would be home right in time for the holidays. It was still upsetting that the two of you couldn't go on a date on Christmas Eve like you usually did.
He had gained a ton of popularity after his comeback, the two of you were spotted at an Italian restaurant and it was all over the internet after 30 minutes. In just 10 minutes the whole internet knew what the two of you were eating, drinking, and wearing.
San's company didn't have rules against dating, but the two of you decided not to be obnoxiously public about your relationship. He talked about you in interviews and attended red carpets with you occasionally but that was all the two of you were comfortable with.
On your way to the airport, San's song came on the radio. You had your sister take a video of the two of you singing along to his song so she could send it to him.
San and the guys would be arriving at a private gate. Hopefully this time the fans didn't find out somehow. You waited there anxiously for him, looking around for any fangirls in the area every two seconds. Finally, you say your handsome boyfriend steps out immediately looking around for you. You were already running towards him and the second you entered his view, he abandoned his suitcase and ran to you spreading his arms out to you.
The scene was right out of a cheesy film. Hongjoong practically died from cringe but deep down he was so happy that his Sannie had someone he loved to come home to. Wooyoung being Wooyoung was videotaping the entire moment.
"Yeobo[Sweetheart], I've missed you so much," San said as he held you tight.
"I've missed you more," you sighed as you looked up into his eyes running your fingers through his hair.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Because no lovey-dovey moment lasts forever, the two of you heard the clicks of cameras along with the footsteps and screams of an atiny stampede.
San quickly took your hand and ran through the airport with the boys and their bodyguards following you behind. The two of you couldn't contain the giggles from the adrenaline rush running from fans like you were elementary school kids playing tag at recess.
Once you got away, you went to dinner with the guys and listened to their tales from tours. Including lots of pranks from Jongho and Mingi, and lots of scolding for San and Wooyoung from Hongjoong.
After dinner, you gave the boys their Christmas gifts since you would be with San in his hometown that day. You told them to open their gifts when they were at the dorm knowing that you would be awaiting a particular text from Seonghwa about how thankful he is that you got your hand on the "Ahsoka Tano's T-6 Jedi Shuttle" Lego Star Wars set.
San would be sleeping over your place before the two of you went to his hometown. After the two of you finished watching the newest episode of Single's Inferno, you thought it would be worth a shot to ask San what he would think about going to a Live Jazz club with you for Christmas Eve.
To the inquiry, as expected he answered "I don't think so," which was his nicer way of saying, "No we're going to get caught.
Even when you told him that your sister would be playing saxophone there and that you wanted to support her and the two of you could watch from backstage he was still very hesitant.
You knew that there would be a slim chance that San would agree with you, and you noticed a glint of guilt in his eyes when he said no to you.
To San, you were his kryptonite, he was physically unable to say no. to you without wanting to gauge his heart out of his chest. You went to bed with a bit of a heavy heart after overthinking in the shower and realizing that your relationship with San would never be normal.
. . .
The morning was perfect. San had made you breakfast in bed without burning down the entire kitchen. San was a great cook, but he was also a very messy one at that.
That afternoon the two of you wrapped up gifts for San’s family and baked gingerbread cookies while cozying up together and sipping hot chocolate and eggnog. It was perfect, festive, and domestic. But San knew that you were still thinking about the Jazz club occasionally texting your sister throughout the day to ease her nerves.
"Jagiya[baby], we are going to have to go somewhere really quickly," San started as he entered the living room putting your cost on.
"But San, it's a little late. I promised my sis I'd watch the live stream of her performance," you answered.
"I know and I'm sorry but there is an emergency formal meeting at the company and I don't want to leave you home alone, I know how much you like to get ready anyway," he explained walking over to you, ushering you to get up.
You gave him an irritated glare before springing up and squealing, "You know me too well babe,"
You got up and gave him. smooch on the cheek. You didn't care if it was a formal meeting. San could see how bored you were of watching the same holiday hallmark movies. He also knew how much you loved to dress up.
You did your makeup and wore a red cocktail dress, accessorizing it with a jewelry set you had removed from your brother who was completing his military service. You put on your favorite heels, give yourself a bold bloody red lip, and throw on your favorite trench coat.
San gawks at you for what feels like minutes before checking back into reality and getting up. "You look stunning darling," he said as he pulled you into his side by your waist and kissed you on your cheek.
San had already heated the car and opened the door for you before walking over to his side and getting in. He passed you the aux and you immediately started playing your favorite holiday tunes.
As San drove he began to take unfamiliar turns. He was oddly driving away from the direction of his company. You found this strange but shook it off as nothing.
The two of you sang along to Christmas tunes before he finally pulled into a parking spot. There stood the live jazz club that your sister was performing at. The two of you were right on time. San quickly got out of the car to open the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of the car. "San what is this?" you chuckled in surprise.
"You know I can't say no to you baby," he replied, taking your hand and leading you into the club where the two of you had great seats. No one could see the two of you since the event seating was arranged in booths and the club was dimly lit.
Everything was perfect and quite discreet. You don't know how hard he had pulled this off. But you knew he had the help of your sister. You could tell she had been lying to you about something lately; you just didn't know what.
It was amazing, the two of you enjoyed music and a great meal. Sis was playing excellently as always until your favorite Christmas song was playing, "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" Other couples had been dancing all night.
San could tell that you wanted to dance to this song with him. You were practically swaying in your seat. He was afraid of the press ruining your date but he simply did not care in the moment when he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.
You looked up at him cracking the brightest smile he had ever seen grace your lips. The two of you swayed slowly to the music. You could feel stares whisper and some flashes but you didn't care. You were too focused on each other.
You were too focused on the feeling of love and excitement enveloping the two of you as you spun. There were already articles and posts up but when the two of you got home you were too infatuated with each other to glance at your phones. The two of you slept peacefully that night as Santa dropped your gifts off and feasted on the milk and cookies you had left out for him.
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heyyy. so what if reader and joel got in a really big argument because he wasn’t being safe and putting his life on the line and that pissed her off. so joel gets on a horse, and rides off into the sunset in true cowboy fashion. when she’s on a supply run with some of the other people from tommy’s town, they find joel, injured and hiding out in a barn. she didn’t recognize him at first, and pointed her gun at him but when he’s like “it’s me.” she’s all like “for fuck’s sake, joel. i almost shot you.” “someone already did.” and yeah feel free to take that anywhere u want <3
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All of his recklessness had a direction. A purpose.
Joel had no reason to tend to his own life with careful hands. Not when those same hands had inflicted so much damage already. When they'd caused so much destruction. He knew how to direct his anger and reckless behavior well—to protect, evade, survive.
All of that kept him away from building any kind of real relations, but that goes up in flames after Ellie. And then it really disappears after you.
Joel's scared again. He panics. He cares, and he talks about himself, and he lets spill out secrets he never once spoke about.
He's just not ready for what comes after they're out in the open.
“I just can’t concentrate if I’m worried about you going in with your knuckles and elbows to someone’s fucking face instead of at least trying to keep it cool. y’know? I don’t know. Call me crazy, Joel. I thought you could control yourself.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. That just ain’t fair. Was I supposed to do nothin’?”
“Yes! Exactly. If you’d given me at least one second—”
“He asked if you up for offer. I should’ve fuckin’ killed, him.”
“Joel, he could’ve asked ‘if the little bitch worth a quarter or 10 bucks’ and I couldn’t give less of a shit—”
“You—I swear to god.”
“He’s an animal! And a fucking idiot. But he was the idiotic animal with the goddamn information. Which we needed. And now we don’t have, ‘cause he and his buddies have ran back to wherever the hell they’re hiding and we’re never gonna see them again. And they had the real deal—they had medicine we need that are lacking in the stock.”
“I know. I know. Fuckin’ hell, I know.”
“... you know I’d help you do anything you wanted, right? I don’t care about what they say. And I’d wanna kill anyone who disrespected you like that, too, but we gotta be at least smart before we’re emotional.”
“...Tommy’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him. Make something up.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know. But I’m gonna.”
“...thank you. … I really am sorry, ‘kay? I’m still gettin’ used to—I just. I saw red.”
“And I get that.”
“...you really do, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Remember how I acted at that river trade? Because of what that man said about you?”
“Couldn’t forget it if someone blew my brains away. … You’re a lil’ crazy, baby, y’know that?”
“Coming from you, Miller. That’s rich.”
“Yeah… It’s kinda beautiful. You’re like—a force o’nature, or somethin’. Fuck, I’m sorry—I’m drunk—but listen. I won’t fuck up again.”
“I know you’ve got my back. I just want you to have yours, too. I worry about you and how you dive head first into dangerous shit ‘cause when it comes to you, you don’t think.”
“... had no reason to, ‘till recently.”
“Well, now you do. Should’ve always had, but now you really do ‘cause there are people, like Ellie, like Tommy, like me, who are gonna be pretty pissed off if you’re stabbed again anytime soon. Don’t make me go feral and have to kill a fucker ‘cause you know me by now. I have the whole thing where I have to bury the bodies I’m responsible for and, honestly—have pity on my back’s sake, Joel. I don’t got the back for that shit anymore.”
“You’re so—can’t believe your fuckin’ jokes sometimes.”
“You’re laughing.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m crazy too, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“‘don’t got the back for it’. You’re—You know, I never thought I’d be this happy I didn’t blow my brains out. Last time I thought that Ellie was standin’ on top of a fuckin’ dinosaur and—”
Joel shivered.
You found him as you were searching a barn on a supply run with Tommy, the day after he ran away on Shimmer’s back.
A stom had followed his departure, not minutes later, and he was still out of the gates when the time to close them came by, which meant he’d been locked out. Tommy was the one to give the ‘ok’ for the gatekeepers to shut them down, his face twisted into a painful twist and an apologetic look sent your way, but it was also Tommy who nodded his agreement to go with you when you announced you were going out the very next morning despite the horrible weather and the feet of snow making everything ten times harder.
It was obvious to you he couldn’t have gone far.
When you find him, Joel speaks up first. “It’s me.” He somehow heard you coming before you saw him.
Of course he did. It’s Joel.
The voice still makes you flinch—Joel was kneeling on the ground with his thickest jacket wrapped around him and his knees pulled up, and—”Jesus Christ, Joel. I almost fuckin’ shot you.”
As you’re lowering your gun, he goes. “It’s happened before.”
It’s such an oddly-timed joke that it halts your steps toward him, but then, his eyes find yours and it happens, just like always. You two share a private, ‘this is a fucked up joke, but we find it funny either way’ laugh. The same one that bonded you two.
You kneel beside him, taking out the blanket you brought in your backpack exactly for this, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing him up and down on his arms and his back.
When you’re satisfied with your job — he quit shivering — you finally make eye contact.
“You got stuck because of the storm, right?” your question comes out in a whisper, and your breath fogs up the air between the both of you.
You didn’t run away, right?
Joel takes a deep breath, and nods. His eyes close for a moment before he leans in slowly until his forehead is touching yours.
“Told you I wouldn’t do that.” Joel said those words a couple of months ago, and you still had trouble wrapping your head around them. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I like it here. With you.
“‘kay.” Your lips search his in the dark and find them waiting for the kiss already. With your hands still on his shoulders, you can feel a lot of tension dissipating when you sigh into the kiss, and Joel seems to fully come back to his body. You pull away against your will, and take a few seconds before you’re able to open your eyes.
His warmth always spreads through you like an oven slowly heating up.
“‘m sorry if I scared you.”
It’s inevitable—a smile blossoms in your face, and you start laughing.
“What?” Joel asks, confused and serving the biggest doe eyes in your direction.
For someone who punched first and asked questions later, a night stuck with the howling story winds made quick work of reminding him he was cared for. “Nothing.” I love you. “You did scare me. I spent all night thinking about whether you were okay or not.” The doe eyes seem to glisten with the soft light, and it pulls you in to seal your lips on his again. “But it’s ok. I just wanna go now and run you a hot bath and massage… all of your body. Is that ok? Can I do that?”
Joel’s eyes said I’ve never felt more vulnerable and that’s going to be a lot, but it also said it’s exactly what I need and I don’t know how to say that out loud. From his lips, it came out, “I… yeah. Yeah, ya can. I wanna… Wash your hair. And—you. ‘s that weird?”
“It’s not.”
“I like that smile on you. ‘s my favorite.”
“I am so happy I left Tommy behind.” Joel laughs at that, and he makes a move to get up. “I’m serious. We’d never hear the end of this.”He gets up with your help, and you two can walk side by side, leaning on each other and not speak of the storm that passed and carried more than just heavy snow all around. The things that are rising and growing between you are deep-rooted somewhere—nothing seems to shake you and Joel away. Only closer together. Tighter. Realer.
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would you be up to writing a smut for andrew again? maybe the reader just came back from UTBOH premier (his new show) and seeing him as a dilf just made her need him to put a baby in her
Author's Notes: I actually already had something like this already written! Thank you for requesting. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to - I'm trying to get through old requests when I can! I'm hoping the wait was worth it and that you enjoy xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking, established relationship, talk of pregnancy, smut* (unprotected sex, biting, some spanking)
Requested: Yes, old request!
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Andrew knew that she liked his work, and had been looking forward to this project, but he didn't know she would have this reaction. Especially after he propped her up on the vanity 10 minutes before their town car showed up. He thought he had done a better job at easing her desire a little bit.
"You're so sexy as a Daddy. Fuck, I want your baby so much." She wept in his ear before she sank to her knees in front of him seconds after their hotel room door shut.
"Come back up here. Slow down, little lady. Holy fuck." Andrew breathed out as she unzipped his slacks and reached for his manhood as he tugged her upright again.
"I don't want to go slow. I want to go fast, make a baby. I want to bounce on your thick, beautiful -" She groaned as he covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes narrowed down at her.
"How much champagne did you drink?" Andrew murmured as he pulled his hips back, not letting her rub him over his briefs. He removed his hand from her pouty lips to let her reply.
"One glass. I swear, just the one. I just saw you up on that screen and I just felt something. I know that wasn't the point of the story, and that's wrong of me. But I saw you with those kids and I got stupid." Her eyes were heavy, but not with alcohol, they were heavy like after he'd fuck her into the mattress and she'd ask for one more roll around.
"Stupid?" He repeated softly as he trailed his fingers over her chin down her throat, over the tops of her breasts.
"Yeah. I got that fuzzy headed feeling, but it was less sweet and tender than earlier. I just wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you like an animal. Bite you, lick you, scratch you up and let you cover me in -"
Andrew grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hot, messy open mouth kiss. He slipped his tongue in her mouth with a moan as he lifted her thigh up around his waist with his other hand. He let her unbutton his shirt as he started his trail of kisses down her throat to her chest.
"You want to go for a little ride, lovey?" Andrew growled as he nipped at her chin, breathing heavily against her lips as she worked her hand into his slacks to palm his stiffness.
"Yes, please. I need you so naked and deep inside of me. Wanna bite you all over." She whispered as she pressed her hand to his full thickness over his briefs.
"What has gotten into you? Fuck." He groaned as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed while she kept her hand in his pants. He dropped her to the bed as carefully as he could before he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tore off his tie.
"Next time." He growled as he balled up his tie and pitched it to the end of the bed.
"You wanna tie me up, baby?" She breathed out as she reached for his belt buckle and tugged him close, legs around his waist.
"More than anything. Wrists behind your back, to the headboard, or wrists tied to your beautiful ankles. But you requested a ride around the world first, lovey. Leave these shoes on for me?" Andrew breathed out as he ran his hands up her smooth legs underneath her dress. His hips were hers as she tugged his belt through the prongs then wrestled his slacks and briefs over his backside.
"Whatever you want. Baby!" She giggled as he crawled into bed and flipped them over. He unzipped her dress, pawing her breasts as she rocked over his hard leaking manhood.
"Take this off, lovey. Oh, so beautiful. And these panties can just be destroyed. We don't need them." Andrew breathed out as he bunched her dress up around her waist then pulled it off her body. He rooted his fingers in her panties and ripped them at the seam, revealing her wet treasure to him.
"Put Him in for me, baby?" She whispered as she pressed down to her hands on the mattress and kissed his cheek, the beard scratching her lips.
"Need my help, lovey? Oh, there we go. Is that good, lovey?" Andrew grunted as he held himself steady and eased inside of her as she bit and nibbled down his scruffy neck. He ran a hand over her hair as he settled inside of her, his breath stuck in his throat as her tight walls clenched around him in the hopes of making him part of her.
"S'good. So full." She whispered into the crease of his neck as she started to rock her hips on top of him.
Once she had adjusted to his size, her little hole stretched to its limit with his thick length, she sat upright and held his shoulders for leverage. She lifted her hips up then down, tantalizingly slow, watching him lick his lips.
"If you're gonna ride like that, put your knees here." Andrew breathed out as he grabbed the backs of her knees and spread them out as far as they could go, letting her clit rub his abs.
"Oh, baby." She gasped, falling back down to her forearms on the mattress at the sensation, pleasure coursing through her body as he hit her gspot and her clit rubbed his stomach.
"Better, yeah? That's my girl." Andrew huffed out as he grabbed her thighs then pawed at her ass cheeks before doling out a firm smack that made her moan. That loud, slutty moan he loved to hear when she really let go for him.
"S'good, lovey? Take what you want, it's fucking yours." He growled as he smacked her ass again then reached for her hair and tugged hard, exposing her neck.
"Do it. I know you want to, Andrew. Bite my neck and fucking claim me." She rasped out as she scratched the nails of her left hand down his chest, red marks across his skin.
Andrew growled from deep, deep in his chest as he surged forward to sink his perfect white teeth into her neck. His girlfriend pressed her nails into his chest, little crescent moon shapes embedded over his heart as she sobbed his name, rolling her hips like a cyclone on top of him.
"Gonna make me cum, lovey. So wild right now. Slow down." Andrew croaked as he pulled his fingers down her back to her hips, trying to cease her movement.
"But you feel so good." She sobbed out as she sat up, running her hands through her hair as she bounced in his lap, her back arched.
"I wanna last longer, make you cum." He groaned as his fingers pressed into the flesh of her hips in a weak attempt to anchor himself.
"S'okay, baby. I'm there with you." She breathed out as she dropped to her forearms on the mattress and pressed her forehead to his, her fingertips running over his bearded jawline.
Andrew wrapped his arms around and flexed his arms into the small of her back as he brought them both over the edge. Her toes curled in her shoes while she pulled his hair, breathing his name in his ear.
"Fuck. I'm definitely fine with doing that over and over again to have a baby." Andrew sighed contently as he released his arms from around her body and rested them over his head.
"I'm so shocked." She grinned as she looked down at him with bright, but tired eyes, her body weak on top of him.
Andrew chuckled as he buried his face in her neck, placing soft kisses down to her shoulder. He rolled them over in the bed, tugging her snuggly against him as he tucked them under the blankets. They fell asleep, both dreaming of their future together and starting a family.
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"i'm here now, aren't i?
diluc x gn!reader
genre: fluff/hurt-comfort??
word count: 1.6k (i got carried away)
tags: diluc is our mr darknight hero, soft hours, diluc gets wounded :( but its fine u can take care of him, many kiss, such cuddle, shy diluc at the end bc i have brainrot gonna be honest
tw/cw: descripton of blades (swords), brief description of cuts/wounds + treating them, scars, reader is alone at night (idk if this is worth mentioning but better safe than sorry), diluc carries reader in some positions that would be considered sorta feminine????, insomnia (?), lmk if i missed any
a/n: FINALLY DILUC! gotta say, i love the graphics for this sm, i feel like i did a rlly good job (giving myself credit bc they're pretty). i love soft boi diluc and intend to write for him more ngl, anyways, enjoy!
a wet, stormy night at dawn winery proved to be the reason for your lack of sleep. the sounds of the thunder and lightning clattering outside, accompanied by the drumming of the rain on the window were so loud that they tried to take priority in your mind. however, the only thing you could bring yourself to think about was your lover, all alone, in the cold.
the empty space in the bed next to you, the lack of his presence, the ominously daunting weather outside. these things all worried you.
what if he got hurt?
what if something was wrong?
what if…?
don't think about it. don’t.
you knew that you wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon, so you got out of bed, putting on the bathrobe which was hanging on the wardrobe door, and brought yourself to the sitting room, perhaps to distract yourself with a book? but in reality you were just going down there to wait for him.
so you waited
first 10 minutes
then 30 minutes
then an hour
then decided that enough was enough
you could defend yourself in combat, you could wield a weapon, and you would do anything to know that diluc was okay.
and so you found yourself back in your bedroom, in the wardrobe, looking for the longsword he told you he had left in there for emergencies.
the blade was sharp, and glinted silver in the light. the handle was encrusted with what you could only assume were rubies, and so you concluded that this sword must have costed diluc a significant amount of money.
you lifted the sword from its case, sheathed it, and then you realised the weight of the weapon, which wasn’t exactly the lightest, to say the least.
you left the winery, still in pyjamas, your bathrobe having been replaced with a jacket, quietly closing the front door to your home as to not awaken any of the staff who also lived there.
if you were going to be quite honest with yourself you weren't sure where exactly you were going, but you just began walking down the path…
the night was eerie. the cold, windy air hit your cheeks as you moved slowly away from the winery. it wasn't shortly after you began your walk that you heard a sound. an immediate response of adrenaline came to you, and so you drew your sword, ready to face whatever was coming near you.
after about ten seconds of standing still and hearing the sound get closer to you, you saw a red light glowing about ten metres away. with your sword still drawn you moved closer to the light, preparing for combat, and the light moved closer to you as well.
within a split second, you realised that the light was that of a pyro vision, the light of his pyro vision. you dropped your weapon on the ground, and he did the same as you ran to him. as if by natural instinct, you jumped into his arms as he wrapped once of them around your waist, and used the other to hold you up. neither of you said anything for a bit, simply holding each other and allowing yourselves, and your heart rates, seemingly, to calm down. after all, you must have startled the man, appearing out of nowhere like that.
he placed you gently down, back onto your feet as he held your waist with one hand, and placed the other on your cheek.
the man had a face of pure concern as he looked into your eyes, why would you possibly be out here at this time of night?
his hair was tousled, and his lip had been cut, presumably in some sort of rough battle. not only that, but his shirt had been slightly ripped as well, presumably by some sort of sword, or in this case, a mitachurl axe.
“have you been injured? are you well? why are you out here?”
these were all things you ought to be saying to him, so why was he so concerned about you?
“i was worried about you, you were supposed to be home and i-”
“do not worry, all is well, i am here, love”
“you’re hurt”
“surface level injuries dear, please, settle. I’m here now, arent i?”
“yeah, yeah”
he pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss upon your head.
“let’s go home, you’re cold.”
and so, without dwelling upon it, you walk hand in hand back in the direction of the winery, coming across the sword you had previously dropped on the ground. you sheathed it once again, and picked it up. diluc let out a light chuckle.
“you were really that worried about me?”
“what do you mean, of course i was!”
“my dear, a weapon of this size is far too heavy for you to carry, allow me”
“you can’t, you’ve already got your own sword, its too much and you’re injured an-”
he cut you off…
with his lips…
“i'm fine. trust me. i'm more than capable of carrying this sword, its only half the weight of mine”
“hmph, fine. but don't come crying to me later when your back hurts, mister high-and-mighty!”
“very well, sweetheart”
you grabbed his large, calloused hand to lead him back to the winery, and although you wouldn’t see it in the moonlight, a rosy blush dusted itself over his cheeks. archons, he loves you.
as the pair of you entered the winery once again, diluc placed both his weapon and yours down beside the front door, smiling to himself at the fact that you cared about him this much. it also seems to him that you didn’t notice, the longsword you had gotten out of the closet matched his greatsword, it was simply a smaller version.
you both enter the sitting room, which is still dimly lit. diluc gestures towards the fire, which immediately relights, due to the skilled use of his pyro vision.
“you are cold, dearest. i shall move the sofa closer to the fire, and we will sit for a while, yes?”
“luc’, at least let me tend to your wounds first, you're hurt”
the look of concern on your face caused a veil of guilt to loom over him. but he brushed it off, as to not make you feel bad about caring for him so much.
“fine, but be gentle”
“i will”
and so, you both sat on the soft plush of the sofa, diluc with his shirt off, and you gently caring for the shallow wound slightly above his left pectoral, dabbing it with a damp towel. his skin was covered in battle scars, but it was beautiful, in some way. these were the lengths your lover would go to for the sake of other people, an admirable trait to say the least.
diluc admired your concentration whilst caring for his wounds, and was slightly surprised when you manoeuvred your body to straddle his lap, only so you could get a better angle to analyse his injuries, of course (definitely not to look at his muscular arms or anything like that). he placed one of his large hands on your thigh, and the other on your waist, as you gently cared for any other wounds on his body. your skin made contact with his as you put your hand on the warm skin of his shoulder to balance yourself.
“you’re freezing, dear, your hand is so cold”
“hm, i guess i just didn’t warm much since being outside”
“that won’t do”
a gentle heat began to spread through you, from your heart around the rest of you, warming every inch of your body. he had used his vision on you.
“tsk, pyro users”
“i know, right?”
the man was surprisingly chipper, considering the injuries he had sustained. you both laughed, for some unknown reason, at a joke which wasn’t really all that funny, but that’s love for you. and as the light of the fire began to dim, and the pair of you began to tire, he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips.
“shall we go to bed, dear?”
“yes, please! archons- i’m tired”
“i'm sorry, i feel that this is my fault”
“oh it is entirely your fault, mister darknight hero”
“i told you not to call me that”
“and i told you not to stay out too late, no?”
he let out a chuckle, lifting you from your position on the sofa, and carrying you to your shared bedroom, whilst holding you close to his chest. he removed you from his grasp momentarily, placing you on the bed and telling you to get under the covers, just so he could remove the necessary garments to be comfortable for bed.
yawning, he pulled back the duvet and placed his weary body next to yours, quickly moving to bury his head in your chest and wrap his arms and legs around you. your hands moved to his hair out of natural response, gently massaging his scalp as you fiddled with his vermillion locks.
"i love you, y/n”
“i love you more, luc’”
you placed a sly kiss to the crown of his head, and he only hid his face from you further out of shyness, whining into the fabric of your pyjamas.
“you’re so cute”
“don't call me that”
“night, cutie”
and so, you both drifted off into slumber, held in each others arms, held in love.
#FUCK ITS SO CUTE#diluc#dilucatdeeznuts#diluc x reader#diluc fluff#diluc imagines#diluc x you#diluc ragnvindr
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Could you maybe write a fluff fic about m!reader x Eddie? Where the reader has had a shitty day but Eddie is there(so it’s immediately better imo). Eddie asks the reader what’s wrong and all the reader does is just face plant into Eddie’s chest and mumbles something about someone at work being awful. Ends in sappy cute cuddles and Eddie making terrible(yet funny) dad jokes to cheer up his boy, with kisses included.
"It's okay, you did good today,"
Eddie Munson x M!reader
Thank you so much for your request! Whenever you show up in my notifications it reminds me that people actually like my writing
Warnings: swearing as always, slight homophobia, slight allusions to a car crash, I accidentally made it more angsty than needed, other than that it's fluff, also a mention of kids
Today was shit. Y/N's work was shit, and so was having to deal with people all day long. Normally he would have no problem with a few needy or bitchy customers, but not when they just came in over and over and over. It took almost everything in him not to walk out or hide in the back until he could go home.
Going home made everything worth it. Not only could he sink into the blankets covering his bed, but he could always sink into the arms of his lover as well. While Y/N had to work the standard 9 to 5, Eddie was out selling different types of drugs to the same dickheads he condemned, well, and the typical loser.
Driving home was tense, he was gripping at the steering wheel, trying to keep it all together. He didn't bother to turn on the radio, as he was already driving 10 over the limit. His fingers loosely played with the keys, but making sure to keep his eyes on the road so he could at least still get home to Eddie.
His hands shook as he fiddled the key into the knob. He already heard the faint sounds of the tv. When he finally got the door open he didn't bother hanging up his keys, instead tossing them on the counter without looking where they actually landed.
"Hi baby!" Eddie practically yelled throwing his hands up in the air, his words muffled by whatever he was snacking on. Y/N took quick steps until he found himself hidden in Eddie's neck. "Baby, what's wrong?" He ran his hands down his boyfriend's back as Y/N finally relaxed after his long day.
When Y/N answered it came out as a mumbled mess where the only coherent words were 'work' and 'people'. "Yeah baby, people suck," Eddie felt as he grabbed onto his shirt harder, moving his hand to stroke their hair, "it's okay, you did good today," his eyes grew wider when he started to feel his lovely boyfriend start to shake. He gave a quick squeeze before saying anything else.
"Baby,"
His heart ached when when he heard the small 'yeah..' that came from the crook of his neck.
"Wanna hear a joke?" His smile gleamed when he felt the small nod against his skin. "Okay so, how do cows stay up to date?"
"I don't know, how Eds?"
"They read the moos-paper" he replied with a small chuckle, "Next," he paused, for dramatic effect of course, "Where do pirates get their hooks?"
Finally, Y/N looked up, eyes glistening as he made contact with his adorable boyfriend. "Where Eddie?"
"The second hand store." He snickered
"Oh my god, that was terrible."
"Why thank you," he was just happy to make him feel better, "Now, what's blue and not heavy?"
Y/N giggled, "I don't know, a bucket?"
"No! Light blue!"
Then he hurled a pillow from the end of the couch, "Oh my god Eddie, when did you become a dad?"
There was a small pause, "Whenever you're ready."
Y/N was stunned, they'd been together for almost a year, but they'd never talked about kids. "Eddie..." A sense of sorrow overtook his eyes again, "We can't..."
Eddie made sure to press a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. "I'm sure we can figure things out," he pressed another kiss to his lips, then his nose, "I know the system isn't exactly in our favor, but we can figure something out."
His eyes had started to glisten again, they'd never talked about having kids because, well, they're two men.
Eddie pressed three more kisses along his cheeks and back to his forehead. "What's brown and sticky?"
He laughed again, "I don't know Eddie, what is brown and sticky?"
"A stick," he pressed a kiss to his lips once again.
Y/N chuckled, "you are horrible, I hope you're proud of yourself."
Eddie let out a laugh of his own. "Actually I am quite proud of myself."
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie x reader#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x male reader#eddie munson fluff
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Life of a Pirate Chpt 10
Here you go lad/lass! A new chapter! :D :D
Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if grammer are wonky,
also warning on small anxiety added in.
Right when I made this decision. I overheard my rescuer screaming out of shock.
"Miss?! What are you doing?!" Ignoring him, I tried to run back, but the officer grabbed my arm.
“Miss! The longboat is this way! Hurry!” When he tried leading me the other way, I found myself yanking my arm away.
“I want to make sure Captain Flint gets back to his ship safely!” Gosh, those words were no good that his facial was looking at me like I was a sudden lunatic who needed to be in a mental hospital.
"Mamm you can't be serious! He's dangerous! "Again, he tries to take my arm but I flee and he screams.
"Miss come back here! You're out of your mind!" I bite my lips, wondering if I really am out of my mind. Is all for the future to be stable, it'll be worth it.
When I returned, I found him in the same place where I had taken off. Flint was breathing heavily holding his wound to stop bleeding. He was in bad shape and my worries about him not making it back his loot won't exist anymore.
I swallowed got on my knees and touched his shoulder.
"Captain? Captain!" I watch some of his eyes open partly, breathing heavily. When he saw me his eyes widened.
"What?" He gasped.
"We have to get you back to your ship," I grab his arm and try to help him get up. "Come on!" He winches in pain but manages to lift himself with my help. I put his arm over my shoulder and helped him walk.
I grunt on how heavy he was but I was glad he's able to stand despite being wounded. It would be twice as difficult for me to get him back to his ship. As I was helping him get back to his ship I scanned around to find any of his crew to assist, me.
I managed to catch Billy through the battle I yelled for him.
"Billy!" I watch him after slaying a navy with his cutlass he searches around after hearing my voice. Again I scream at him.
"Billy! Over here!" He finally found me and his eyes widened when he saw Flint in pain. He ran over to us but I noticed he was reaching his hand down to his pocket and pulling out a flintlock.
I knew what he was thinking I quickly out of fright stated.
'Wait it's not what you think!"
"Give me a good reason not to kill you!" Billy points his gun at me getting ready to shoot me at any moment.
"Because she did not shoot me." Flint pitched in. The turtle alien looks sharply at his captain now in puzzlement.
"Sir?"
"Stand down," He ordered. And help her get me back to my ship," Billy looked at me for a few seconds and soon lowered his flintlock.
"I'll clear the way while you help him get back, no tricks." I nodded as Billy began to fight off the navy while we followed behind. When Flint looks down at me I look away to avoid his glance.
I don't know what he was thinking of me saving him after I tried to escape. But I already have a plan on once he gets on his ship I'll flee back here to go to longboat. And I hope they are still available when I've finished this mission.
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Right when we got close to the ship Billy helped me get him over to his ship. As we got him back on I caught a glimpse of his men carrying loads of treasure chests that they stole.
I bite my lips to hold my cross on them stealing all their money from the innocents. Then Billy took my place as he put Flint's arm around over his shoulder.
"You did good lass," He said to me and I only gave him tasks.
"Ashy?" I turned and saw B.E.N with a surprised look on his face. "You came back?" I smiled a little and was just about to say something but all of a sudden I was caught off guard when Flint snatched my wrist.
I screamed when he pulled me to face him and I saw he has still a furious look.
"You had caused enough trouble!" He growled, and I gasped with fear and tried to pull away.
"Ash!" B.E.N cried and Flint began to drag me away.
"Cap'n you're in pain!" Billy reminded him but Flint ignored him.
Instead, he said to him out of anger. "Set course to the northeast! Get us out of here," And before he took me down the below deck he glared at one of his men.
"Have Nicolas prepare my medical when I get back! No slacking!" His men didn't hesitate out of fright hurry to fetch the surgeon. After that, he pulls me forcefully with him down the below deck.
I tried to break free by getting his hand off but the more I tried pulling he squeezed my wrist I cried in pain.
"Let go you're hurting me!" I couldn't help to scream at these sentences the more he gripped hard. Feeling my wrist is going to get broken if he keeps this up. I learned we were in some brig when I blinked that has few jails opened.
Flint picked the closest one and threw me in like a rag doll. I crashed hard on the dirty floor. I gasped painfully holding my pained wrist.
"You will stay here the rest of your life! This will teach you never to disobey your Captain!" He slams my jail door and locks it. I grit my teeth while hearing his boots storm off. I felt my tears coming after he was gone I found myself regretting my choice to save him.
"Fuck you, Flint," I muttered angrily. "I should've let you die in flames,"
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Third's person POV:
Flint marched up holding his wound heading his way to his stateroom. Some men watched him walk past and none dared to say anything knowing their captain was still livid.
Still, few were impressed at his strength despite being wounded. It's like the devil is giving him the strength to let out all his wrath to those who turned against him.
They almost jumped when Flint asked them darkly. "Where's the surgeon?"
"He's in your cabin waitin," Blackdog manage to reply. Flint huffed and made his way to his cabin. Before he opened the door, he felt someone touch his shoulder. Growling he turned sharply and saw it was only Billy. He calms down when he watches his first mate look at him concern.
"Sir?"
"I'm fine. Billy," He sighed. He made him let go of his shoulder and added. "I will be calmed after I'm healed. Make sure these men do their job," The turtle alien gives him a soft nod and lets him open the door.
B.E.N watches him go in as he hides behind two men, worrying if he sees him now he'll punish him for letting Ash escape. With no one watching he head his way back to the brig to find his friend.
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Ash's POV
"Ashy? Ashy?" I gasped to hear a familiar voice. I got up and peeked my head out.
"B.E.N?" I called out. "I'm in here," I saw him turn to me and he grins. I almost smiled and he ran to me and began to ramble with a worried look.
"Ash, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Captain Flint hurt you? How's your wrist? Is it broken? Please tell me is not.."
"B.E.N," I quietly shushed him. "I'm okay, my wrist isn't broken thank god," He sighed in relief and then said something that made his hands turn into fists.
"And I want to also thank you for saving Captain Flint. No outsiders ever dare to help him,"
"Well, I shouldn't do that after how he is," I said in anger and saw his facial shock and I finished quietly. "What was I thinking of wanting to save him,"
"Then... why did you?" B.E.N. asked unsurely. I almost gasped silently when he asked this question. Knowing this was a time to tell him the real truth I looked at him holding my jail door bars.
"It's because.."I bite my lips and keep going. "It's because the reason is I'm..not from around here," He still looked at me confused.
"So you mean you're not from here? On this ship?"
I shook my head. "No, it's not just from here, it's more of..from time," I watch him blink and try to figure out what I was talking about.
Soon he lets out a sigh. "Sorry, I'm still not following,"
"Okay," I took a deep breath and glanced at him seriously. "B.E.N please, as a friend what I'm about to tell you. You have to promise me. Promise you won't tell this to anyone."
B.E.N. made a small laugh. "Ash I told you I'm good at keeping secrets,"
"Especially keeping them from Flint?" I tested. He hesitated when I asked him this. But he sighed and nodded.
"Especially my captain," With that, I begin to tell him the whole truth. Telling him how I ended up here with a wish and told him I was from another future dimension.
I even did my best to tell him what the movie was since I wasn't sure if this universe had those. Right after I told him everything I waited for him to say anything. I bite my lips when he looks at me stunned.
I swallowed nervously. "B.E.N?" I kept waiting for him to say something. "Are you going to say something?" Then I saw him about to but then, my heart stopped when he took off.
"B.E.N!" I screamed out of shock and perked my head out and saw him running up the deck. "B.E.N wait!" I begin to panic when this trauma comes back to me. He's going to tell Flint! He's going to tell him!
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I got on my knees and clasped my head and was breathing fast.
"I'm going to die here. He's going to kill me!" I shut my eyes and did my best to calm my breath even though my fate was going to end here, in this dimension where I'll never see my home again.
I then heard footsteps coming my face paled knowing this was the end. I shut my eyes tightly and waited to get this over with. In my head, I begin to say goodbye and pray to God this death will be less painful.
Goodbye, my family. Goodbye, my friends. Goodbye home. Goodbye, Earth...
Ashy?" I gasped in startled and perked up and found B.E.N. but Flint was nowhere? Instead, he was alone with a mug and smiled.
'Sorry, I had to get some oil before I could talk. My throat was dry," He drank with one gulp, and I let out a breath of relief, letting all my building anxiety off my shoulder.
After he drank he sighed. "Alright, now that's done," His face returned to astonishment.
"You're from the future??"
"Short of yeah?" I replied. But I'm from another universe."
"So it all makes sense now," He beamed. "I question on how you know about me and also wondering who was John Silver."
I chuckled weakly, "Yep. You know now."
"And..you know how to get in the trove right?" Again I nod as I look down. He understood what I was thinking he reached his hand out and touched my shoulder.
'You don't need to worry now, your secret is safe with me." My eyes look over at him and he gives me a reassuring smile. I smiled back and touched his hand.
"Thank you B.E.N. You have no idea this means so much to me." Then I watch his robotic eyes light up as if he made a lightbulb on.
"Oh, I can do this!"
"Wha?" I blinked but almost jumped when his eyes suddenly made a flash of white and blue and talked in a robotic tone.
"Ash memory file created. Data has been stored locked away until then." After he was finished his eyes changed to his normal blue.
"There we go," He smiled. "Now it's safe."
"I had no idea you could do that," I gulped. He points at his head proudly.
"We robots have this ability to store any important information in our memory. And now your secret is safe in my data." He then added. "And I won't bring it up unless I find it."
Saw how it worked I found myself grinning happily now I have someone I can trust on my journey to fix my wish.
"Oh B.E.N thank you! I wish I could hug you now but, " He chuckles seeing where we're at and finished.
"Only if Captain Flint changes his mind he'll let me out,"
"Hey, maybe I can try to convince him since you saved his life." He replied.
"You can?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yep! Let me handle this, I'll be back!" He hurries out leaving me alone in my cell.
Once he was gone, I walked back and rested on a bench with my back hitting the wall. My eyes glance up at the wooded ceiling and I let out a soft sigh.
'Thank you, God, thank you for letting me live and have someone I can trust,"
#my fanfiction#treasure planet fanfic#Life of a pirate#nathaniel flint#sona#self insert#billy bones#BEN#intense moment#Hope you like it folks! :D
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Lie with me? (Lena Riggi x F!Reader)
HIHIHIHIHI I'm so excited to post this, my first ever wlw fic ahhhhh. I also collabed with the lovely, amazing and talented @footprintsinthesxnd who did the most incredible moodboard for this story. Warning this is angsty but also fluffy at the same time! I hope you all enjoy. I literally whipped this out tonight cause I was feeling inspired! Also again go checkout @footprintsinthesxnd moodboard it is seriously so stunning!
(Also also, forgot to say this fic was requested by @luckynumber4)
This is based on the hboshow and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.
Y/N was strong and confident, something that came naturally to her. Being raised in a house full of boys taught her to fend for herself from an early age. She was just as fast as them, just as strong, and even smarter, well she liked to say she was.
It wasn’t until her oldest brother was shipped away with the marines she saw how fragile they all really were. The boys she knew as tough, brave and courageous, were now not so. It wasn’t long for her older brother to be shipped back, missing both his legs. Y/N couldn’t even look at him, the pain she felt when she saw him was immense, crippling.
Her second oldest brother died in action, and soon most of the men she loved so dearly were either shells of themselves or buried on foreign soil.
“Mama.” Y/N presented herself in full marine attire to her mother who sat at the kitchen table reading.
“No.” Her mother uttered softly, before bursting into tears. “James please talk some sense into her.” Her mother bawled as her father just shook his head, disappointment across his face.
“Don’t do this, Y/N. Have you not seen your brothers?” He yelled angrily, his face red.
“I have Pa, that’s why I am going. There is no stopping me, I’m leaving in 10 minutes.” Her mother wept into her father’s arms.
“I can’t lose you too, please Y/N. Don’t go, I beg of you.”
But there was no changing her mind, Y/N had made her decision a long time ago.
Her oldest brother wheeled himself into the kitchen, grabbing at Y/N’s arm.
“Rethink this!” He pleaded. “Y/N trust me it isn’t worth it. Nothing is worth it.” Tears welled in his eyes. Y/N could only give him a sad smile, placing a kiss gently to his cheek.
No one walked her to the bus stop, she marched down by herself. This is for them, I need to fight for them.
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“Welcome, Y/L/N. This will be your barracks for your stay here.” The Lieutenant said before leaving, Y/N saluted the woman as she walked away.
This was going to be the hardest months before she went away to fight in the Pacific. She would learn all she needed to know to survive and fight the Japanese, so they could finally win the war.
Y/N was determined to be the best of the best. She needed to show her family that she could do it and she was just as strong and brave as her brothers that came before her.
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“Pick it up, Y/L/N! Let’s move it!” The Lieutenant screamed in her face, as Y/N picked up the machine gun and ran with it. It was heavy and clunky, a pain to run with, but it was important that she had this skill down pact. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as her face was flushed red from all the exercise she was doing.
It got easier over time as she picked up the skills, soon she was flying through the obstacle course and hitting almost every target with the machine gun.
“Good work private!” She smiled, feeling pleased with herself. She could imagine how proud her parents would be of her when she comes home.
“Get some food ladies. Then back to your barracks. We will be up early, so get some sleep.” The privates saluted as the Lieutenant left. The girls walked to the mess hall together, chatting about their day.
Y/N walked into the mess hall, her eyes flitted around the room, scanning who had arrived from the other platoons for dinner.
Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes glued to the woman smiling at the man who had dropped his plate onto the floor. Y/N couldn’t stop herself, finding her legs moved without her permission. She suddenly was standing in front of the woman, her mouth hung open as she tried to think of something to say. She hadn’t planned this through well.
“Are you ok, private?” The woman smiled at her, almost sending her melting to the floor.
“Ah-ah, um, ah.” Y/N stumbled over her words, the dark haired woman chuckled at her. She watched her waiting for her to spit something out.
“Do you need any help?” But by the time the words left her mouth most of the food had been cleared up off the floor.
“No it’s ok, private…” She tilted her head signalling she wanted to know her name.
“Y/L/N. But you can call me Y/N.” Y/N raised out her hand for the other woman to shake. The raven haired woman raised from the ground taking Y/N’s hand in hers.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sergeant Lena Riggi.” Y/N could help but grin like a giddy little school girl. She couldn’t put her finger on what made her feel so light and bubbly, she had never felt this feeling before.
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“You’re going to get us all killed out there Y/L/N.” Screamed her Lieutenant. She flinched away from the harsh voice.
She huffed, annoyed at herself. Her focus was pulled, she wasn’t onto it as she normally was.
The brown haired Sergeant was to blame. All Y/N could think about was her. She hardly ate, spending most of the meals just watching Lena smile and talk to people. Y/N silently begged that she would look over and their eyes would meet, and that she would come over to talk to her, but she never did.
“What’s the matter with you Y/N?” One of the other privates asked as they headed back to their barrack to get some shut eye before doing it all over again the next day.
“I have no idea. But I do think I know how to stop it.” Y/N paused in her step, turning quickly on her heel and running back in the direction they had come from.
“Y/N, where are you going? What about lights out?” Her friend called to her.
“Don’t wait up!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted away.
Y/N burst into the mess hall. It was quiet, the normally bustling room, now empty.
“Hello?” Y/N called into the air. But there was no response. She sighed in defeat, turning back to the door.
“Private Y/L/N?” Lena questioned. Y/N spun around a smile spread across her face. But then it quickly turned into a scowl.
“I need to talk to you Seargent.” Y/N said as she walked closer to the lady, noting her pretty lips were painted in a crimson red, it stood out nicely in contrast to the white uniform she wore.
“What’s the problem?” Lena asked, her head tilting slightly as she did so, Y/N willed her stomach to settle and stop the somersaults it was trying to attempt.
“I am distracted.” Y/N stated firmly, staring at Lena, who looked perplexed.
“What seems to be distracting you?” Lena queried.
“You.” Y/N said plainly, there was no other way to put it. Lena had wormed her way into Y/N’s mind and nothing she did to get her out worked.
“Y/N, that’s very blunt of you.” Lena scoffed, taken aback by the direct words of the private.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why. I have never felt this way.” Y/N rambled on, not knowing how to stop her mouth going a million miles an hour.
“What are you feeling?” Lena said softly, her kind eyes shining in the light.
“I feel giddy and happy and queasy and nervous and excited, everything, I’m feeling everything.” Y/N blurted.
“I guess that is a lot to feel.” Lena chuckled, agreeing with the private who stood in front of her.
“But it’s because of you, I am feeling this all because of you. Why?” Y/N didn’t realise her words until it was too late. She had confessed her true feelings.
“Have you ever liked someone Y/N?” Lena asked.
“Yeah, I like my friends, my…” Y/N started to say.
“No, like, as in like you want to kiss them.” Lena explained to the now red faced woman.
“I, uh, no.” Y/N shook her head. She had never had crushes at school, all of her friends were swooning over boys whereas she couldn’t care less.
“Do you perhaps like men?” Lena asked gently. Y/N shook her head again.
“No, I have never liked them. I just thought I hadn’t found the right one yet.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip slightly. Lena walked closer to Y/N. She froze as Lena approached. She stood in front of the private, reaching forward, extending her hand for Y/N to take it. Y/N glanced at the outstretched hand back up to Lena’s kind brown eyes.
She reached out her hand, Lena took it in her’s. Just from the smallest touch, shivers ran up Y/N spine as goosebumps arose on her skin.
“What do you feel when I do this?” Lena asked softly, not taking her voice above a whisper.
“A lot.” Y/N professed. Lena let a soft chuckle fall from her lips.
“Can you describe it?” Lena prompted Y/N.
“I feel hot, nervous, like I’m on fire. Where our hands touch feels like electricity.” Y/N breathed the words softly.
“Mmh, me too.” Lena agreed, feeling the sparks from the small touch. Y/N looked up in surprise, she felt it too?
“Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” Lena blushed, turning away. Y/N moved without thinking, her free hand shot out from her side and stopped Lena in her movement. Her fingers gently cupped Lena’s chin as she moved her face back to the front.
“Can I kiss you?” Y/N uttered the words softly as if saying them would pull her from the daydream she was clearly in. Lena didn’t say any words but lent in gently, Y/N followed suit. Soon their noses were touching, and Y/N could feel the tickle of Lena’s breath on her face.
“Close your eyes.” Lena whispered, Y/N did so immediately. She waited patiently for anything.
Lena’s soft lips pressed into Y/N. The kiss was delicate, like kissing a flower. Y/N had never felt anything like this before, like she was going to explode and melt at the same time. Like she could do anything, but also like she was small and fragile at the same time.
Y/N hungrily pressed her lips to Lena’s needing more than the gentle peck she was receiving. Lena sighed in content wrapping her arms around Y/N neck pulling her closer.
Never had Y/N felt more alive, she was so happy she could cry. Her hands coming up to cup Lena’s face in her palms.
They finally pulled away breathless. They couldn’t help the grin that spread on their faces.
“Well I don’t think that solved my problem.” Y/N laughed, knowing that all she would ever think about now was the stunning woman who stood in front of her, who gave her her first kiss.
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The pair were inseparable, never far from each other, and even when they had to be apart the other was all they could think of. In their leaves they often went to the beach, splashing in the waves together sharing salty kisses in the sand.
“We should run away together.” Lena poked Y/N in the side, as she lay on her chest soaking up the last of the warm rays of sun, before it dipped beyond the horizon.
“You said that last time Len’s.” Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her lover's head, her hand rubbing circles on her back.
“I mean it!” Lena sat up a cheeky grin on her lips.
“I know you do!” Y/N chuckled. “But I have something to tell you.” Y/N’s smile faded, she was dreading having to share this news.
“No, Y/N, no. You said you wouldn’t.” Lena’s face dropped seeing Y/N’s expression.
“I have too. This is why I am here.” Y/N spoke her truth, the whole reason she had joined. Sure Lena was something she had found along the way, and she couldn’t be happier that they met. But it was something she needed to do for herself and for her family.
“I ship out in two days.” Y/N admitted, Lena’s face contorted into anger.
“Y/N! Two days!” Lena’s face was lined with sadness. “Fine, if you’re going I’m coming with you!” Lena huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Now Y/N was sitting up.
“But!” Y/N protested.
“No! No Y/N we are going to do it together, that is final!” Lena tone said that there was no arguing with her.
“Fine, but can we just enjoy the time we have left before we leave?” Y/N asked, the sun was almost setting, and she didn’t want to miss it.
Y/N lay back down on her towel, opening her arms wide for Lena to join her again.
“Lie with me?” Y/N asked, pouting. A smile pulled to Lena’s lips. As she nodded, laying back down in their original position again.
“Beautiful.” Y/N commented.
“The sunset is always beautiful.” Lena nodded in agreement.
“Who said I was talking about the sunset?” Y/N grinned, as Lena swatted playfully at her giggling.
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Y/N couldn’t help gag as another bout of nausea made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
“Are you alright my love?” Lena whispered under her breath. Y/N nodded, giving a weak smile to Lena.
“Yeah, I just need to get off this boat.” Y/N said. They had been on boats for days, she was finally ready for her feet to be on solid ground again. The Higgins boat was heading for shore, as explosions boomed around them. Y/N’s heart leapt with each head splitting blast. Y/N could barely move, they had shoved as many marines into the boats as they could.
Y/N heart beat so loud in her ears it was almost as loud as the planes soaring overhead. The beach was getting closer. She could just make it out over the top of the front of the boat. People running around over the sand, falling, firing, explosions.
Lena’s hand gripped onto Y/N’s squeezing for reassurance. They would make it. They would get to be together and live a happy life. Y/N repeated it in her head like a mantra.
The boat finally ran aground, the bow ramp lowering to the ground exposing them to the scene in front of them. There was no waiting, no courtesy to let them get out, the women at the front immediately were gunned down by an unseen weapon.
“MOVE!” The others yelled charging forward. Y/N and Lena were pulled apart by the marines who tore forwards, keen to be out of the boat. Y/N’s legs moved, carrying her out the boat and onto the white sand that was now marred with blood and soot. The beach had a steep incline leaving them at a disadvantage being on lower ground. Y/N lay on her belly crawling forward, watching the carnage play out around her. Bodies were strewn across the land, she watched as countless marines were gunned down. Dropping like flies had a whole new meaning to her.
She couldn’t see the enemy but they definitely could see her, firing multiple shots into the sand just in front of where she lay. Y/N needed to keep moving forward or she would be pinned down by the onslaught of fire.
Y/N got to her feet, sprinting up the beach, she dove into the nearest foxhole. Taking refuge quickly before she could move on again, if she timed it right she could leapfrog further and further up the beach. While they reloaded she could make a break for it to the next hole further up.
“Y/N!” She knew the voice that called to her, she swung around seeing Lena dive in behind her.
“Lena, thank god you’re alright.” Y/N sighed in relief to see that she was all in one piece. Y/N quickly told her plan to Lena who nodded along agreeing it was a good idea.
They ducked for cover as a round was fired into the side of the hole they sheltered in. The round stopped, meaning they were reloading.
“Let’s go!” Y/N called to Lena. They sprang out of the hole together, running up the hill to the next foxhole. They had to dodge stray bullets that sprayed past them, bodies that lay on the floor, explosions that sent sand into their eyes and face like sharp needles.
Again they jumped into the hole. The plan seemed to be going well, but Y/N wasn’t one to count her eggs before they’d hatched. They had only made it halfway, and when they got to the top there was no cover for them. They had to make it off the beach completely and into the jungle where there could possibly be some safety.
The firing stopped, Lena and Y/N wasted no time leaving the hole to move forward again. But the bullets started again.
“Get down!” Y/N cried dropping to the floor. Her eyes glanced at Lena who still stood. Y/N’s world stopped, everything moving in slow motion. She watched as the bullet lodged itself in Lena’s chest, a strangled scream leaving her lips as she fell to the ground. Her hands reaching up to suppress the pain, blood seeped through the green uniform she wore.
“No!” A cry left Y/N’s lips.
She moved fast, grabbing Lena by her top and hauling her into the safety of the hole. Lena screamed as Y/N dragged her, her hands crimson with blood, just like the colour of her lips the first night they kissed.
“Corpsman!” Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs, putting pressure on the wound. “Lena you’re ok! Hold on for me!” Y/N pleaded, her vision blurred with tears.
“CORPSMAN!” Y/N yelled again, her voice breaking from the strain. She stood up to see if anyone was out there, only to be met with a round of bullets, each one finding their target.
The breath left her throat, the searing pain making her mute. Y/N dropped to her knees beside Lena.
“My love, my love!” Lena clawed at Y/N.
“I can still get someone!” Y/N said her voice strained, barely able to breath from the pain.
“My love.” Whispered Lena, Y/N turned her attention to her. A sad smile sat on her lips.
“Lie with me?” Lena asked. Y/N nodded, groaning as she laid beside Lena in the sand, just as they had done three days before. But this time they weren’t admiring the sunset.
Lena’s hand found her’s clasping onto it as if for dear life.
“I love you.” Y/N uttered, her breath ragged and laboured, she could feel herself fading quickly.
“I love you.” Lena whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N couldn’t bear to look over to her lover as she felt her grip finally loosen. Y/N shuddered, taking her last breath before stilling as well.
From the sky you could see them, still in the foxhole, still holding hands, as the war raged on without them. No one seemed to notice the two lovers who shared their last moments with each other before they left this world. Y/N, like her brothers that had fallen before her, would be buried on foreign land. But she would be with the one she loved the most, so in a way she was home.
#the pacific#lena riggi#wlw#romance#hbo war#fanfic#lena riggi x reader#woooh this was so fun to write#thank you again Jess#bobcollab
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On the 29th of November, 2022, I began the stupidest odyssey of my life.
Now. It's not hard to get a shiny Alolan Raichu. You can use SOS chaining on literally the first route in Alola to get a shiny Pichu or Pikachu, and then evolve it. But I wanted a shiny Alolan Raichu that could be transferred to Pokémon HOME. And Pokémon Bank is currently broken for me, because my subscription ran out and I can't purchase another, because the 3DS Store isn't accepting new payments. (It will become free to use in March, when the 3DS Store officially shuts down altogether, but I don't want to wait that long.)
There is only one way to shiny hunt Alolan Raichu in a way that lets me transfer them to Pokémon HOME right now.
The process of trading a Raichu to Psytrice and getting an Alolan Raichu back takes about 15 seconds. 15 seconds for 1 encounter.
It's statistically likely to get the Raichu within 2,839 Raichu traded.
Over the next 27 days, I traded
16,779 Raichu.
AbsolBlogsPokemon, a famous shiny hunter who does full-odds shiny hunts for fun, took 6111 trades — and he was using two Switches. It took him less than a quarter of the time it took me.
I spent my December working on final projects, studying and stressing over finals, going to family events for the holidays, going on a family vacation —
and all the while, I was pressing a button on my Switch over and over, then checking my Pokédex when I ran out of Raichu to trade to see if I had registered the shiny form.
It felt pointless. I started wondering if I was doing something wrong. I kept track of my stats to see what percentage of people would have gotten this far without seeing even one shiny. The statistical likelihood dropped below 40%. 25%. 10%. 5%. 2%.
And then, on Christmas, at around 10 PM, I got it.
16,779 trades. That puts me in the 1.662%.
This is the worst hunt to go this far over odds on, because the time to encounter one Raichu is so, so high.
It was all worth it, though, because now I have my dream shiny.
Pretzel came home for Christmas.
I'm never doing a full-odds hunt again.
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