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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles.

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended.

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon.

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section.

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim.

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward.

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure.

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too.

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get.

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there.

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen.

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned.

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you.

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess.

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more.

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy.

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume.

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together.

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house.

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together.

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights.

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house.

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen.

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt.

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past.

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again.

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too.

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback.

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him.

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased.

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh.

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess.

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill.

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky.

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid.

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself.

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now.

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled.

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did.

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless.

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer.

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically.

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed.

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another.

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves.

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs.

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him.

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you.

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips.

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you.

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off.

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core.

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower.

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved.

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit.

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance.

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit.

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted. With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock.

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end.

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more.

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.”

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

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desperate-gay · 7 months

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The Look of Love

Ali Krieger x fem!reader

“-It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you! It’s going to be so embarrassing for me.”

Ali turns her head and sees you and Kelley bickering back and forth. She can’t help but notice the cute pout on your face as you playfully stump your foot and huff at the defender.

“Now what are you two arguing about?” Alex asks, giving the both of you a pointed look.

“Our friend here has been invited to her brother’s wedding, but she doesn’t have a plus one,” Kelley informs while resting her hands on your shoulders, making you roll your eyes and head over to your locker.

“It’s not how it sounds. My family constantly pesters me about how my siblings are either engaged, married, or even having a kid. I don’t even have a girlfriend! I just don’t want to deal with people asking me where my plus one is on my brother’s special day.” You sigh, shaking your head and pulling your sweaty training jersey over your head.

You only have two siblings; one brother and one sister. Your sister has been married for around two years and is now pregnant with her second child, and now your brother is getting married. A little over a year ago, you were dating a girl you thought would be your endgame until you caught her kissing some other girl at a coffee shop. At the time when invitations were sent, you expected to have someone attending with you, but now you don’t.

“So why don’t you bring a fake date?” Christen shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, so when she turns around, she notices everyone staring at her. “What?”

“That’s genius! Y/n/n you’ve got to do it.”

Everyone begins to agree with Kelley and Christen while you stay quiet with a hesitant look on your face. Ali also remains silent, observing your reactions to see what your thoughts are about it.

“Guys I- I don’t even know where I would begin to look for someone willing to do something like this, yet learn everything about them within two days.”

“Then one of us can help you!” Kelley says, expanding her arms, gesturing around the whole locker room. “C’mon, it will be a win-win. No family bothering you about your love life and your brother gets his day.”

Thinking of all the pros and cons, you eventually agree to the plan.

“Well, who’s gonna be my girlfriend for a day?” You ask, sighing at how stupid it sounds.

“I can’t because I have plans with Sam in Australia-“

“-me neither, I have to be out of state but the end of tomorrow.”

A bunch of the girls start spitting out excuses and their plans for the week. You just roll your eyes and continue packing your kit bag up.

“I’ll do it.”

Your head immediately snaps up along with everyone else’s. Silence overcomes the room, but you continue to stare at the person who volunteered.

“Wha- wait, seriously?” You stammer with your eyes slightly wider than usual.

“I don’t see why not. I don’t have any plans and I can help you out.” Ali shrugs nonchalantly while the rest of the room remains quiet, silently watching the interaction between you two.

“Oh my god, thank you thank you thank you!” Ali laughs when you bring her into a bear hug and bounce up and down before pulling away slightly, causing your moves to slow.

“It is an open bar, right?” She looks down at you with a teasing smile. You smack her shoulder and begin to pull away before she pulls you back in, laughing at your reaction.

Christen and Alex give each other a knowing look and go back to changing.

—

“Okay, let’s go over this one last time.” You say, scared that if people start asking questions about your relationship you’re not gonna have the same answers. Your rushing mind is stopped by Ali reaching out and grabbing your hand from across the table.

“Y/n/n, it’s going to be okay. We’ve known each other for years, so all we have to do is say how our first date was and maybe a few other details.” She starts gesturing her breathing by raising her hand up and down and pursing her lips for you to follow her lead.

Once your heart rate goes down to its normal level, you both head into the separate rooms of your apartment to get dressed. The wedding starts in about 2 hours, so you’re both just on time. When you step out of the room and into the living room, you notice Ali staring at you with her eyes widened and mouth slightly slacked.

“What? Does it look bad? Oh god, I cannot deal with the comments of-“ You ramble on while twisting and turning to see if there is something wrong with the dress.

“N-no, no, you just look…stunning.” The tall girl words breathlessly, admiring your loose lilac-colored dress that matches amazingly with your light face of makeup.

You blush and take in her outfit. She stands in a cream-colored suit that compliments your dress perfectly. “You also look great.”

After a minute of just looking at each other, Ali clears her throat and says, “We better get going if we don’t want to be late. M’lady?”

She holds out her arm with an opening between her forearm and bicep for you to slot your own in. You giggle, accepting her gesture while walking to her car. Being the gentlewoman she is, she opens the passenger door for you and offers you a hand so you don’t trip in your heels.

“Here we go.” You mumble before Ali starts driving.

—

You and Ali walk into the venue hand in hand while scanning over the crowded room.

“Darling!” Looking up you see your mother walking over to you with open arms.

“Hey, mom.” You accept her hug before introducing her to your girlfriend. Ali shakes her hand and makes a small conversation as if it’s the easiest thing on the planet. You begin to space out but a laugh and a hand on your lower back interrupt your thoughts.

“You okay, my love?” The girl next to you asks once her laughter dies down. The name gives you butterflies but you choose to ignore it, knowing that all of this is fake.

The reason you got into your past relationship was because of Ali. You have basically followed her to each and every one of her clubs your whole career. You met in 2013 when you both were signed to Washington Spirit, and you have been attached to each other’s hips since that day. You quickly found yourself blushing and swooning at everything the brunette did after a few months of knowing her and you carried those feelings all these years. The only people who know are Alex and Christen.

Instead of confronting your love for the defender, you tried everything to try and vanish them. Eventually, you got into a relationship with your ex when you finally started to feel something for someone else, but that ended up in the dumper.

Now you’re afraid that all your feelings are going to flood and resurface. Sure you never stopped loving her, but it didn’t feel as strong. The fact she is your fake girlfriend for the day is going to make it 10x harder to ignore the constant butterflies in your stomach and the blood rushing to your face with every word she speaks to you.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Don’t worry baby, you might get wrinkles.” You tease while wiping your thumb over her cheeks, causing the talker girl to squat your hand away with a laugh.

“I am not that old.”

You have a 6-year age gap, but you both never think of it because you’re so connected in ways that most people who are the same age are.

“Keep telling yourself that, granny.”

Your mother watches the interaction between you two with a soft smile before excusing herself to go talk to other members of your family. Your mom has always been supportive of you and always stood by your side through the tough times, so seeing you look so happy makes her heart squeeze.

—

After the vows and rings are exchanged, everyone heads over to the room where the reception is going to be held. Ali’s hand never leaving the small of your back, guides you to the room with music blaring out from it.

Most people go out onto the dance floor and sway to the music while you both find a table to sit at. She pulls out the chair for you to take a seat and places a kiss on your cheek, making your face turn all red.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.”

Once she’s out of sight, your mom pops a squat across from you and gives you an unreadable expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask warily, scared of what might come out of her mouth.

“She’s not your girlfriend.”

You’re taken aback by the sudden admission and start to stumble over your words. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you can’t lie without me figuring it out. I have mom instincts.” She states matter of factly while sipping on her champagne.

You take a look around to see if anyone is near you and lean in so she can hear you clearly without having to shout. “Okay, we’re not dating but no one can know.”

“Why did you even lie in the first place?”

“Because I can’t deal with Aunt Mary or Uncle John constantly asking when I’m going to settle down and why I haven’t yet. At least not on my brother’s and sister-in-law’s night.” You sigh, looking down at your fingers as you fiddle with the tablecloth.

Your mother reaches across the table and grasps your hand before going on to say, “I know that you love her. She’s the girl you were so hung over on before you got with she devil, isn’t she?”

You snort at the nickname your siblings and mother have given your ex. They all thought she was no good from the beginning and knew you could do better, and so did Ali but she never let you know that.

“Yeah, she is.” You nod and look over, noticing the girl you’re speaking about approaching you. Your mom also sees so she quickly says something that leaves you stunned.

“From the way she looks at you, she feels the same, even when you’re not looking she can’t keep her eyes off of you. She looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. She loves you, sweetie.” With that, she stands up and greets Ali with a smile before heading over to the newlyweds. You continue looking shocked not noticing your plus-one setting down your glasses.

“You still there?” Ali waves her hand in front of your face, grinning once your eyes meet hers.

“Sorry, did you say something before?” You ask with a soft smile to which the older girl responds with a nod.

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me with a dance?” She holds out her hand, hoping you’ll take it and you do.

“I would love to.”

Right when your feet hit the dance floor, a slow song turns on making you feel as sheepish as if you were at your first middle school dance. Without hesitation, Ali intertwines one of her hands with yours and rests her other on your waist. You place your other hand right where her neck meets her shoulder before you both begin to sway. The side of your forehead presses against her cheek, keeping you close together.

Subconsciously, you inhale her perfume and sigh at the smell, and what you don’t know is Ali is doing the same thing to your hair, smelling your coconut shampoo. When you open your eyes, you look over her shoulder and notice your mom smiling at the two of you. She nods her head, signaling for you to finally confess your true feelings.

You let out a shaky breath before pulling away slightly so you can see Ali’s face. She smiles at you with her eyes remaining on yours. The crinkles on the side of her eyes make you swoon and lose your thoughts.

“Do you want to know what my mom said to me while you went to get us drinks?”

“What?” She cocks her head to the side slightly, showing you she’s pretty curious as to what was said.

“Well, first, she told me she knows that we’re not dating, and second, she insists that you love me.” You whisper the last part, hoping she doesn’t catch it but she does.

She chuckles and looks up at the ceiling before returning her gaze to you and says, “Is it that obvious?”

Your head snaps up at her statement and you look at her with a puzzled look.

“You…love me?” You ask, pointing at yourself to make sure she is indeed talking about you.

“It’s impossible not to. That doesn’t scare you, does it?” Now it’s her turn to look sheepish and scared while waiting for your response.

“No, it actually makes me extremely happy. I have been in love with you since 2013.” Your confession makes the defender smile widely which you return, both of you in your own little circle. Her eyes switch between each of yours and down to your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I will hit you if you don’t.”

Her fingers curl under your chin and pull you in, allowing your lips to finally touch. It feels like the movies where the girl kisses her one true love and her foot pops up in the middle of it. The butterflies in your stomach swarm like never before. Once you both pull back, your smiles never leave your faces. The comfortable silence between you two is interrupted by the newlyweds and your mother clapping and wooing.

You laugh into Ali’s neck while she chuckles and hugs your smaller form. She pecks your forehead and asks, “You wanna know what took me so long to get the drinks?”

“What?”

“The new bride and groom had a stern talk with me. They also knew about us not being a couple. Your family must be spies.”

Looking over her shoulder, you see the three wiggling their eyebrows and giving you a thumbs up, making you roll your eyes.

“Thanks to them, I can do this whenever I want now.”

You smash your lips against hers and hug your arms around her neck. Ali dips you down, causing you to squeal against her lips and her smile into it. She lifts you back up and hugs you.

“Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”

“You better.”

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czrpenters · 1 year

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all the things she said | sam carpenter x reader

summary: sam could be impulsive sometimes and you hated it.

warnings: slight scream vi spoilers, but nothing too big. angst with smut at the end. top!sam & bottom!reader. english is not my first language.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.

word count: 2.3k words.

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It felt way too good to be true, to be completely honest.

You were a survivor, a fighter. When the Woodsboro attacks happened again, you were there. You survived. You got stabbed in your back 4 times and it damaged your nerve. You would never walk normally again. But you still survived. Liv and Wes couldn't say the same. And you were so grateful that life, god, fate, whatever you wanna call it, gave you a second chance.

So, like any sane person would, you and your friends decided to leave Woodsboro behind. All of the trauma and the pain should stay right there, where it belonged. You all needed a fresh start. Chad and Tara enrolled into college, Sam finally started therapy and Mindy got a girlfriend, just like you did. You started to work in NYC as a photographer and, surprisingly enough, started dating Sam. Like I've said; way too good to be true.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said while getting up from the couch. A ghostface attack, on an alley. A college professor died brutaly. She was young, so freaking young to just die in the hands of an asshole with a mask on. "Guys, I think y'all need to see this..."

You said, grabbing the attention of the Core Four (horrible name, by the way), making them leave the kitchen and watch the news with you. The room once filled with laughter got quiet all of a sudden. Tara was in the verge of tears, Mindy was shaking. Chad couldn't even speak. But Sam was the only one who took action and said something. "Pack your shit, we're leaving."

Your girlfriend fled the room, going to the kitchen to grab her knife and to start packing up her stuff, but you followed her. "Yeah, no? We can't do that, Sam. We can't just, leave!"

"Like hell we can't." She finally grabbed her knife and went to her bedroom.

"You think we're gonna be safe if we leave? He followed us, Sam! What makes you think he's not going to again?" She didn't even listened to you, just started packing her stuff like you weren't even there. You put both of your hands on the top of the suitcase, preventing her from continuing. "Stop this and listen to me, babe."

"Don't call me that in front of them, (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck that, no one is fucking here. I already know you're ashamed of me, you don't need to remind me." Sam looked at you, with a tired look on her face. Here we go again, she thought.

"You know that I'm not ashamed of you, (Y/N). It's complicated and you know it." You huffed, closing the door so you both could have some privacy. "Complicated my ass, Samantha. You don't wanna be seen with me and that's fucking fine, I can handle it. What I can't handle is the fact that you don't take my opinion into consideration!" You ran you hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "We cannot just fucking leave here, Sam! Tara has her life here, she wants to be freaking normal and that's not gonna happen if you move us around the country like we're fucking nomads." She tried to speak but of course, you didn't let her. "Plus, we need to know what we're dealing with! Who we're dealing with! They may wanna come after you again, and if they do, they're not gonna just give up. They're gonna follow us if we don't stop them, Sam. You know I'm fucking right."

"I am trying to do what is best for my family, (Y/N). We're going to fucking die if we go through this shit again!" She raised her voice at you. So she wants to fight, huh?

"And I'm not, Sam?! Is that what you fucking mean? That I wanna stay here because I want all of us to die?"

"Tara doesn't fucking need this anymore! Not again! We're leaving New York and that's final!" She started packing her bags again, making you angrier by the minute.

"I'm sorry to say that but that's not how life fucking works! We are a family, Sam! We get to make all of our decisions together!"

"No, (Y/N)! We are not a fucking family! Tara and I are family, you're not. So just stop trying to decide what is best for us and leave us the hell alone!" She screamed loudly, looking at you with rage in her eyes. Hearing all of that shit from her broke your heart into million pieces. She was right, you were not her family. You felt your eyes start to water and it made you laugh, ironically. Sam realised what she just said, and the expression on her face just softened. "(Y/N), I..."

"You're so fucking right, Sam. I'm not your family. You don't even have the guts to tell people we're dating, so I guess you're right." You said, smiling through the pain. "You know what? If you really want to, I'll leave you alone."

You opened the door, grabbing your jacket and keys, getting ready to leave the apartment. Sam didn't even tried to stop you; she just stood there, speechless. All of them heard you fight, but they also didn't said anything, until you were just about to leave. "(Y/N), don't go out. Ghostface is out there, you know it's not safe. He might..." Chad started but you interrupted him.

"Kill me? Yeah, I'm aware. But I just learned today that it wouldn't make a fucking difference if he did." And then you left, going to god knows where.

It has been a couple of hours since you fought with Sam. She's been trying to contact you and left, literally, more than 100 messages on your phone, but you didn't replied to any of them. You were too hurt to reply to any of them. You just found a bar downtown and drank the whole night. Thank goodness you didn't got drunk that easily, otherwise you wouldn't even be standing still right now.

"It was hard to find you." You heard someone say behind you, making you turn around. It was Sam. Her eyes looked puffy, like she's been crying for hours, a heartbreaking scene to be honest, but you didn't said anything and took a gulp of your whisky. "I had to track down your phone, like, a million times..."

"Sam, I-" You tried, but she interrupted you immediately. "I just wanna talk, okay?" You huffed and look straight ahead, letting her sit right next to you. "I hate it when you drink."

"Well, I guess we're both disappointed right now." You laughed ironically which made Sam take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for what I've said. Truly. I was upset, and scared. We all are. Just come back home so we can talk about all of this." She pleaded, holding your hand over the bar table. "And you're absolutely right. I don't need to hide anymore. You make me happy, (Y/N). Happier than I've ever been in so fucking long. I don't need for this, for us, to be a secret. And I'm so sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you."

"I know that, don't worry. It's fine." You held her hand and kissed the back of it. "You know that we can't go, Sam. We need to stay here and figure out who is behind all of this." She nodded.

"I know... It just scares the shit out of me. I don't want to go through this again, I don't want Tara to go through this again. I don't want you go through this because of me."

"Stop it, okay? This is not your fault, baby. They're just some psychopaths with a mask on who have nothing better to do." You kissed her hand again. "We're gonna get through this, like we always did. And plus, I wouldn't mind killing another ghostface." You joked, making her smile a little. The most beautiful smile in the world, you dared to say. "Come on, let's go home."

"I fucking KNEW IT!" Mindy yelled, pointing at you while laughing a little. "I've always felt some sapphic vibes from you both, damn. The gaydar never fails."

"And why you waited until now to tell us? Especially now, actually, with the whole ghostface shit going on." Tara asked, making Sam look at you then her.

"I don't know. It's just, ever since Richie, it felt weird and stupid to date again. I thought I'd never trust anyone ever again. It felt safe having this little secret, for some reason. And I'm sorry from keeping this from you, really." She said, while holding your hand. It felt good to finally reveal the secret. You guys could, actually, hold hands in public. And kiss, and call each other pet names. It felt really freaking good.

You guys stayed up all night talking and drinking, the six of you. Anika got really close with you guys so she felt like family at that moment. It made you guys forget for a few hours about anything that was going on, especially ghostface.

After a while, Chad, Anika and Mindy decided to leave. It was getting pretty late and they didn't wanted to walk around the city late at night out of fear. Tara decided to study a little bit, and your roommate Quinn was at some hookup's house being sex positive, or whatever that means.

"Did you do it for me?" You asked, while looking at Sam. She was changing into some more comfortable clothes while you were laying down in your bed. It felt nice to finally share a room with her instead of Tara, to be honest. "Did what, babe?"

"Told them. If you really wanted to be a secret, still, I could handle it..." She smiled at you and walked towards you, laying down on top of your body.

"I wanted to tell them, babe. Seriously. It feels nice to finally be out there, too. I didn't wanted you to think that I did it because of our fight, or ghostface, or anything. I did it because I love you, (Y/N). You're my girl. I want everybody to know that." She whispered the last part, getting closer and closer to your face while she talked. You could feel her hot breath against your skin, and her mouth looked incredibly kissable at that moment.

"Don't do that." You mumbled, looking at her eyes. "Do what?"

"This. It makes me... feel things." You always felt so shy in front of Sam. She had this whole protective aura around her, that it made you actually want to be protected by her. It turned you on, even. "Feel what, babe?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Sam..." You diverged you look to the wall, but she held you chin between her index and thumb, making you forcibly look at her. Her eyes were darker now, filled with something that you knew exactly what it was.

"It turns you on, huh? When I call you mine?" She got closer, if that was possible, making your lips rub against each other. Her free hand made its way to your stomach, then your thighs, and your legs. Without ceremony, her hand got into your pants, fitting like it really belonged there. You were already embarrassingly wet by now, which made Sam smile a little. "Oh, you're already like this, babe? I didn't do anything, yet."

"You know you don't need to do nothing, Sam..." You swallowed, closing your eyes. You were completely at her mercy and she knew it, and knowing her, she would take advantage of that pretty soon.

Sam started to make circular movements on you clit, over your soaked panties. It made you shiver and tremble under her body, which made her laugh slightly. The way you were moaning softly to not starle Tara in the other room was heavenly, she loved being the one making you moan like this. "Sam..."

"Hm?" She replied, innocently. "M-More..."

She promptly obeyed, entering your panties and sliding one digit into you, making you gasp and arch you back. You were holding back your moans like crazy but let one slip. "Shhh... Tara is right in the other room; we don't want her to hear that, hm?"

You shook your head no, looking at her. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire; you could almost feel how much she wanted you right now. She started to pump her finger inside of you, starting slowly; then increasing the pace gradually. "Fuck, Sam..."

"You feel so good around my fingers, baby. So fucking tight... " She said while kissing your neck, leaving some love bites all over your skin. "You're fucking made for me, and only me."

"Only you..." You admited, without even thinking straight. She made you feel at cloud nine, all of the pleasure was something that only she made you feel. She added another finger, thrusting them inside of you deeper by the minute. You were spending all of your energy in holding back your moans, and you would hate if Tara walked in on both of you. Sam felt your pussy tighten around her fingers, making her smile slyly. "Come on, baby... Cum for me."

That was everything you needed to hear to finally release on her fingers, with a loud moan that you couldn't supress this time. Sam rode your orgasm perfectly, putting her own fingers into her mouth when you were done. "Delicious."

"You're unbelievable, Sam." You tried to say, out of breath. She held your chin and kissed you slowly, lovingly. "And you love it."

Before you could say anything, you heard some knocks on the wall next to you. "There are people trying to study here! Go be all porn-huby somewhere else!" Tara yelled, making you widen your eyes and blush. "I'll never leave this room again, Sam."

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#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter #melissa barrera #scream #scream vi #scream vi imagines #scream imagines #scream smut #scream vi smut

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munsonlovers · 1 year

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i need you to be careful, okay? - eddie munson

you'd been dating eddie munson for 4 years now. he was always the type to put himself in danger to protect the people he cared about.

you were always one to put others safety before yours even if it was just a small paper cut or if someone fell, you were right there. you two fit together like a puzzle piece, you guys were made for each other everyone said it and you guys knew it too.

eddie had barely survived the upside down but he came back to you and you took care of him when he was hurt and made sure he got better so he could finish high school once and for all.

he got a paper cut once and you were so worried. you made sure he cleaned it and wrapped it properly to prevent any infections. he loved that you care so much about him but he thought you were overreacting about such a small cut.

"baby, it's such a small cut and i'm not even bleeding that bad." he said smiling at you.

"i don't care eds, you could still get an infection and i-i'm not ready to almost lose you again." you said looking down.

"you won't lose me again sweetheart, i'm not going anywhere ever." he said giving you a kiss on the forehead.

since that day he's been careful with how he is at work and how he is anywhere that you aren't.

you'd worked a long shift at the radio shop across from family video. you just expected to come home, shower and crawl into bed with eddie but things changed when you saw wayne ruffling through eddie's closet for clothes and things he needs to stay over somewhere.

"hey wayne? what's all that for?" you questioned him.

he sighed and walked towards you.

"i can't believe he didn't have them call you. eddie got hurt at work. he broke his arm and has a few scratches, he also has a mild concussion. he's in better shape then they thought he was going to be y/n." wayne said rubbing your arm.

you couldn't believe it. eddie was so careful to not get hurt and here you were standing with wayne to pack him an overnight bag for the hospital.

you arrived and wayne barely had the car in park and you were already running in there asking about eddie munson. they showed you where he was and hopper was already there with eddie. he looked at you and frowned.

"kid, i'm so sorry this is happening. if you need anything, let joyce or i know." he said patting your back and walking out of the room.

you looked at him and yet with all the bruises and scars he had, you still thought he was beautiful.

"s-sweetheart, are you here?" he said looking for you.

of course he could identify that you were in the room. you are not sure if it was because you smelled like him or yourself.

"hi love, how are you feeling?" you said holding his hand.

"better now that your here." he said smiling at you.

even if he's feeling like shit, he still manages to flirt with you no matter who was around.

you smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

"baby what happened?" you said pushing hair off his forehead.

"i-i was working higher up then normal and all of a sudden something snapped. i went falling to the ground then i remember waking up with hopper beside me..." he said looking down.

you were so worried for him. he barley did anything after what happened in the upside down and now he looked upset that he let you down. he knew to be careful because he didn't want you to worry about him, yet here you were worrying about him.

"sweetheart, i'm just glad you are okay and that you're safe." you said rubbing his arm.

he was just glad you were here and not upset with him.

"i just didn't want to worry you or upset you because i did something really stupid." he said with tears in his eyes.

you put your hand on his face and moved his head up to meet your eyes.

"baby, you could never do anything to upset me. i just want you to be safe that's all. i've lost a lot of people in my life and i wasn't ready to lose you too." you said tearing up.

you'd lost a lot of people.

your dad, he was a marine and died protecting the country.

you lost your best friend to a stupid teenager who loved to hand out drugs to other teens.

hell you almost lost most of your friend group to this stupid upside down.

he looked at you with tears in his eyes. you never meant to make him upset, you just worried is all.

"baby, i'm just worried about you. i don't ever want to see you hurting." you said kissing his forehead.

"i know darling, i didn't mean to-" he said but you cut him off.

you kissed him. he smiled in the kiss and so did you. he knew you were just worried and wanted what's best for him. he poured all the love and appreciation for you into that kiss.

you bumped your noses together and he smiled wider. wayne had never seen his boy happier than when he was with you. he was so proud of how far you both have come and couldn't help but smile at you two.

"i need you to be careful, okay?" you smiled

"i love you so much, i promise not to do anything like this again." he said rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

you nodded and kissed his forehead again.

"you get some sleep and i will be here when you wake up." you smiled at him

he smiled back and cuddled up into the blankets. you held his hands as he fell asleep. wayne smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

"i'll be back later okay kid?" he whispered to you

you nodded and turned your gaze back to the boy you fell in love with in high school.

you knew he'd be okay but that wasn't going to stop you from practically being a helicopter girlfriend especially with him.

#eddie munson #st4 eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things cast #stranger things netflix #eddie stranger things #strangerthings #st4

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vampysparkz · 1 year

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Accidental Petrification

Part 1.

Ajax Petropolis x Normie F!Reader

Enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1,517

TAGLIST

@smexydeftonesfan

Warnings

Very slow burn! Non canon character just to make things a little smoother, some mild ish bullying.

Key

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Your last name

Y/N L/N was a 17-year-old girl, who was overall normal. She had good grades in school, plenty of friends, kept healthy relationships and had good personal hygiene, so really, being sent a letter from Nevermore Academy was a bit of a shock to her.

She had just gotten home from a trip to the Weathervane and heard her father calling for her from the kitchen. Y/N dropped her backpack down next to the dining room table, before walking into the kitchen. Her father stood next to the counter, leaning his elbow slightly against it as he held the blue and black envelope (that wore the Nevermore crest with terrifying intensity) out to his daughter. "Letter for you" he gulped, a hint of nervousness catching in his throat.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she took the letter with shaking hands, nails tapping on the cardstock. She took a small, unsteady breath, before pulling the envelope open. She stole a glance at her father, who was a few shades paler than when he had handed her the envelope, before taking the two sheets of paper out from it.

'Dear Y/N L/N,

You have been selected for an experimental program at Nevermore Academy. As you are surely aware; The new semester starts in four days, and you are invited to join us for the school year! This is a social experiment, and you are free to leave at any point after the first semester. You have already been assigned a dorm, and will find a list of required items on the attached paper.

We hope to see you soon!

Sincerely,

Principal Larissa Weems'

She read aloud, in a goofy sort of announcer's voice in an attempt to lighten the mood, which made her father chuckle. "... You'll be alright kid, if there's one thing you might be able to do, it's bringing some sort of normalcy to those kids"

He was always good at that, casting aside worry to make her feel better. She hoped he was right at least, maybe she would enjoy her time at the academy.

.・゜゜・

The four days passed at breakneck speed, cramming in whatever time she could spend with her friends and family. Of course, she was always going to be nearby and visiting on the weekends, she didn't want to leave anyone on bad terms. When the day finally came, Y/N's parents got together her things and packed up the car.

The drive to Nevermore was quiet and painfully quick, the worry had finally set in. It only took twenty minutes or so for the car to arrive at the gates, the iron creaking slightly as it opens. The courtyard was bustling with cars and outcasts gathering their belongings to bring up to their dorms.

Y/N got out slowly and grabbed her bags after giving her father a tight bear hug, and a teary goodbye, before heading into the school.

She was greeted by a tall woman, with platinum hair and an all-white Floral print dress. The woman opened her mouth to say something but was shoved to the side when a tall boy wearing an oversized beanie got pushed into her.

"COVER YOUR EYES!"

Someone shouted, (loud enough to be classified as a shriek rather than a shout)the words had everyone ducking for cover, covering their eyes as tight as they could. Now someone like Y/N, who has had very little interaction with Outcasts, could not have known what that meant and was in no way quick enough to cover her eyes. At first, she noticed, that the boy had been shoved by a group of rather dirty-looking boys, with sort of insane expressions, who made subtle growling noises as they pushed the poor kid around. After that, she noticed that one of them had reached for his hat, and another had a mirror.

They yanked his hat off, which earned a worried cry from the boy, whose eyes widened as dozens of snakes writhed from where his hair should have been, hissing quietly as they made direct eye contact with her.

The snakes themselves caused her to stop moving, as if they were putting her in a trance, sedating her in a sort of mellow state. She barely noticed when the boy unfortunately made eye contact with her, as he struggled to look away from the mirror that the group was shoving in his face. All she could hear was two sets of crackling stone, and then everything went black.

.・゜゜・

She didn't know what had happened, only one moment she had been witnessing a brutal event of bullying, and now she was /very/ groggy and opening her eyes. She was sitting in a chair, in what looked like an infirmary, and a small woman in a nurse's outfit was wiping some sort of greenish-yellow fluid on her hand with a cotton ball, that sort of burned.

She furrowed her eyebrows as the mental fog slowly lifted, allowing her to notice that the hand the woman was wiping the fluid on was stone, but (she supposed) the fluid was actively reverting it to her normal skin. The rest of her body was now no longer stone, and with a sort of painful movement, she turned her head.

There was the boy, still paralyzed and made of stone, propped up against the wall with a fearful expression plastered on his now statue esq face.

"Don't worry about Ajax dear, he stones himself every other week"

The nurse says with a cheery little tone, tossing the cotton ball in a nearby trash can.

"You'll be alright now, might be a little stiff but nothing too bad. I recommend taking a bath soon, I'm afraid gorgon venom is quite sticky, but the burning should subside soon"

She giggles, before picking up a new cotton ball to dip in a jar, and walked over to the boy so she could set to work on wiping it over his eyes, hoping to at least gift his sight back first.

Y/N took a deep breath, the nurse was right, her entire existence felt sticky, but the burning on her skin had already mostly faded. She slowly got up from her chair, wincing slightly as her body creaked from the stiffness, but it seemed to level out as she moved around.

She then paused, realizing that she has /no/ idea where she is. She looks back over to the nurse, who had successfully unparalyzed one of the boy's (Ajax she assumed was his name) eyes.

"Excuse me?" She spoke "I'm sorry I don't know where I am. I'm the new Normie transfer." She mumbles, almost afraid to say the sentence.

The nurse opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the same woman in the floral dress, who stood with her hands folded neatly behind her back.

"Miss L/N, I'm so sorry you had such a rough introduction. I'll have Mister Petropolis apologize as soon as he's unpetrified." The woman smiles and gave a soft chuckle.

The woman held her hand out to Y/N, neatly manicured nails catching the light from the windows. "Principal Larissa Weems, nice to meet formally meet you, dear"

Y/N took her hand and gave it a firm shake with a smile. "Come along then, I'll show you to your dorm, your things have already been moved up there. Your roommate will show you around" She smiles, turning on her heels and walking out of the infirmary, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked.

The two walked up the winding staircases and through busy hallways, and at one point Y/N had to hold onto Principal Weems' hand due to the droves of teenagers trying to get to their friends.

After about ten minutes, they arrived to the dorm Y/N would be staying in, the dark wooden door creaking open. The dorm was large, and was on one of the higher levels, so it had plenty of windows. The room was divided in two, a twin sized bed on each side, with a desk, dresser, and wardrobe. One half, Y/N assumed it was hers, was bare with no decoration. The other however, held green and brown hued decorations, bedsheets, and books. A younger girl sat on the bed, likely a freshman, snakes quietly withing under her beanie as they tried to get a peek at the new roommate.

"Hello" The girl hums, a gentle smile gracing her heart shaped face, caramel skin keeping its warm hue in the gentle light of the room.

"I'm Iliana, Iliana Harman" She chimed, hopping up from the bed to offer a hand out to Y/N.

Y/N was a little standoffish, recognizing the hat from the boy that petrified her, not ready to be petrified again.

"Hey, it's okay Normie, I'm not gonna petrify you" Iliana laughs, but continued to hold her hand out, at least she seemed friendly. Y/N carefully shook her hand with a small smile.

"Yeah you would know about that, huh? Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" Y/N smiles, before moving to begin unpacking.

Chapter one is done!

I should have the next chapter up tomorrow or the next day, I know it's starting off slow, but it's for development I promise!

I originally intended it to be one long story, but I know a few people are excited about this.

Part 2! 👇

#ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams

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boowritess · 1 year

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Gaz and The Unaware Three

kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader

a/n: i really fucking love gaz bro, and i whipped this outta my brain instead of my essay but uwu. tbh it's a mess, but it's my mess. hope ya'll enjoy and are safe xx drink water, and get some rests babes!

when it came to going on breaks, everyone knew that gaz went home, assuming he went by family. i mean it made sense didn't it? there were times he was on the phone texting someone, when asking who it was, and he just casually responds that it was someone from home. that was normal. why second guess that. another moment he was wrapping up a phone call, "alright, yes i will remember! it's my sisters birthday of course i will! okay. i love you. love you. g'night."

"was that your mummy? missing your mummy gaz?" soap teased watching the younger male pocket his phone. gaz playfully stared daggers at him,

"nah it wasn't, it was yours she just rang me to ask when i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence-"

"when i'll give her a son she'll actually love!" he booked it, soap close behind.

"aye! ya wee git!"

other than that, there was no telltale sign that he was in a relationship. thing is they would've known. right? i mean they spend every waking minute with one another, they woulda known. of course, they each were allowed to keep things to themselves, but to task 141, it was gaz! gaz was their unoffical but offical baby of the group! and were inherently protective of him without even realizing. heck one drunk night ghost and price surrounded the poor lad.

"gaz- kid- listen," price huffed, leaning close to gaz, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder, smelling heavily of whiskey and cigars, "i just want you to be happy with whoever! okay?" then he stabbed a finger in his chest, attempting to give him a serious stare, "i don't give a fuck who- who you- ah fuck, ghost?"

ghost, who had been looming over gaz had been nodding along with price's word and as soon as the captain faltered he stepped in, words slurred, "we will kill them if they ever hurt you? m'kay, gaz? gotit? and we don't give a FUCK what they identify as-"

"oi! i do-"

"shut up!" ghost put a gloved hand on gaz's other shoulder, leaning down, "i don't give a fuck whomever they are. if they hurt you- i can get rid of their body-"

it was laswell who came to gaz rescue, "hey see! if it's a women, laswell will beat her up if the witch hurts ya!" price hooraed, rising a glass in the air. laswell shaking her head, a smile on her face. the next morning, ghost said not one word, and price pretended he didn't remember anything from that night.

so, they all just think he's single.

till one mission gaz gets hurt and sent to the hospital. when they went to check on him they expected to see his family, but upon entering the hospital room, it was clear there had been people, with the amount of flowers, balloons and cards. but other than that it was just gaz.

making themselves known, they fell into conversation with the healing male, who suffered from a bullet wound and a broken leg. moments later the door to the room opened, you came in carrying a duffel bag, eyes focused on the items in the bag.

"okay, i washed your clothes and i packed some stuff that'll be easy for you to put on over the cast and yes i got your boxers with the kittens on them- oh, shoot." your heart jumped, seeing not just your partner staring at you, but three others, faces you immediately recognized from the photos gaz had sent you, "hi! oh sorry for Interrupting!" you beamed, sending them a large smile. "i'll just put this down and leave you's too it!"

soap was the one to jump up, feigning the persona of a perfect gentleman he grabbed the bag from you, "here, let me. are you gaz's sibling? can't be you're too pretty to be related to that." he grinned.

"oi!" gaz yelled, "soap get your ugly face away from my partner would you?"

everyone's jaw dropped. when you entered they assumed you could've been a friend of his, not really peicing that you could've been a partner and in their opinion, you were way out've his league.

"piss off! no, that's not your partner." ghost grumbled leaning back in the chair.

"excuse me what's that supposed to mean? babe, y'know what leave! they don't deserve to meet you- i'll see ya later." he exclaimed trying to wave you away.

"nonsense," soap scolded throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you further into the room, dropping the bag on the dresser. you grinned at gaz as the other two men got to their feet, gaz face still held one of being upset but his eyes were burning with happiness as he watched.

ghost and price loomed over you at first you thought it was tactic to intimidate you but now being this close, you could tell they were buzzing in excitement as they stared at you, "captain price and ghost? right? so which one of you said that you'd kill me if i hurt, gaz?" you grinned, ghost eyes slightly widened.

"that was him." price nodded to the masked man.

"price i thought you didn't remember that night?" ghost growled glaring at the male, who shrugged ignoring him.

you giggled, "it's fine, i'm happy to know gaz has you both to protect him. i'm y/n." shaking hands with both men who surprisingly, gently clasped yours. soap appearing at the otherside of price eagerly shook your hand.

"i'm-"

"soap. yes, i've uh, heard some things about you." you say amused.

"can you lot stop huddling my parnter?" gaz huffed watching the display. but they backed off, returning to their seats as you went over to sit beside him on the bed, pecking his cheek.

"awe, gaz ya talk bout us?" soap cooed.

"good things?"

"oh always cap." gaz confirmed, but when price looked at you, you subtly shook your head, only to quickly nod when gaz looked at you. "right babe?"

"mhm." you hummed. "most definitely."

it was safe to say that the meeting went well. gaz was practically beaming the whole time you and task 141 talked, especially bursting with happiness to see how much they enjoyed your company. your personality, and easy going attitude, even made ghost relaxed enough to join in on the conversations even providing a couple of jokes making the others roll their eyes, but he smiled in triumph behind the balaclava as you laughed.

"babe, it wasn't that good." gaz groaned, an arm around your waist. his fingers mindlessly drumming against your body. you shushed him, leaning into him a little.

soap sat up, "alright, alright- i got one!" but as soon as he went to say it, your alarm went off indicating it was time to go back to work.

"sorry, soap, how bout you tell me next time?" you say rising from the bed, gaz reluctantly letting you go.

"i'll save it just for you." he grinned.

"i'm holding you to that. alright, i will see you after work." you smile, going to kiss gaz's cheek only for him to turn and capture your lips. you blushed pulling away and seeing the men stare at you both, and you swore they had hearts in their eyes. "it was lovely to finally meet you all! will i see you all later?"

price shrugged getting to his feet the others doing the same, "not sure but just incase, we'll see you next time, yeah?"

"alright then!" you grinned, then surprising price you pulled him in for a quick hug. doing the same to soap.

when you pulled away he grinned, "y'know i wouldn't mind a cheeky kiss-"

"ghost, hit him." gaz scowled.

"on it." he nodded taking a step towards soap who actually let out a yelp, which made the man let out a low chuckle. he turned to you, you went to go hug him too but stopped,

"gaz mentioned something about how you threw someone to the ground because they tried to hug you?"

ghost's eyes crinkled ever so slightly, breifly flickering to the blushing Scotsman. "right." he confirmed watching as you stuck out a hand instead, his gloved one meeting it.

"well it was nice to meet you." stepping away, price went with you to the door, your eyes locked with the man in the bed, who stared at you with big eyes and a small smile on his face. "love you." you grinned, blowing him a kiss.

and cheesily, he caught it. "love you!" he called as price closed the door behind you. once gone, his smile on his face remained, feeling all giddy on the inside as he still felt your warmth and your softness. yet he was jerked out've his head when a hand rested on his leg, specifically the injured one. his heart jumped seeing the three men staring down at him from the end of the bed, eyes like daggers. "what? what'd i do!?"

it was ghost to speak up, "you hurt them and i'll kill ya gaz."

"or they can replace you in the task force instead." price added.

"or both."

"or both." price confirmed. soap nodded in agreement, folding his arms.

gaz stared at them confused, "weren't you lot the one to threaten them? if they hurt me?" he said exasperated.

"yeah nah, not any more lad." price grinned. "they seem smart, it would be you who woulda did something."

"oh my gosh," gaz groaned rubbing his face, "nurse! nurse! these men are a threat to my mental health!" they all grinned, backing off into their prior position. if anything, they were happy for him but had questions.

espeically price, "now why the heck didn't you tell us about them earlier?" he huffed, somewhat offended that he didn't know.

gaz shurgged, "it wasn't on purpose, cap! i actually thought you lot knew that i was atleast seeing someone. i mean who'd ya think i was goin home too all the time, or on the phone with?"

"your mum?" soap murmered genuinely serious, making gaz eyes roll.

"well i'm glad you lot like them." he licked his lips, sheepishly looking round the room, "i want you's to be around them more before i..." he drawled, fingers nervously playing with the hospital blanket.

"spit it out kid!" ghost growled.

"before i ask them to marry me!" he blurted out. soap got up, grabbing gaz by the shoulder.

"do it. do it right now. ring them. y'know what, i'll ring them."

"stand down, soap." price grinned. "why ya want us to be round them more before you ask them, anyway?"

gaz shrugged, feeling vulnerable and it was just because of his injuries. "dunno, well-" he sighed, "cause you lot are my family and i want to be with someone that you all atleast approve off."

"oh mate. they could probably do way better than you." soap shrugged, relaxing the tension in the room.

"fuck off! fuck you! i take it back!"

"aw, gaz. didn't know we meant that much too ya." ghost cooed. "but johnny's right, they could do way better." he teased.

"fuck this! i regret saying anything! nurse! nah i'm actually calling for the nurse now and saying i'm being bullied." gaz huffed face slightly flushed but the teasing didn't cease from soap or ghost, as they leaned closer to poke at the younger male. price leaned back in the chair happily watching.

♡

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kingofjohto · 2 years

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Pairing: mostly platonic friendship moment between the reader and Eddie, Robin, and Steve but the main romantic part is Will Byers X M!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: You confide in your friend Eddie Munson about your feelings towards Will Byers, and he enlists the help of his friends Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley and they help you ask Will out.

A/N: this takes place after season 4 but hypothetically speaking everyone survives and Jopper is real because I said so! Also I’m too lazy to fix the spacing rn sorry ❤️❤️

So It’s A Date?

As the Campaign had just ended, and everyone was starting to leave, you felt that same feeling gnawing at the back of your mind.

“See ya Eddie, see ya Y/n” your friend Dustin called out as he and Mike Wheeler walked out of the basement.

You were getting your things together, but you couldn’t hide your true emotions from your best friend Eddie Munson.

“Is something wrong young one?” He asked in his usual goofy tone.

You let out a sigh, and then a groan.

“I need help Eddie!” You said dropping your bag and dropping yourself back onto the table.

“Woah, what’s going on with you?” He said, a bit surprised at your over the top response.

“Well, we’ve been friends for a while now, haven’t we?” You say, trying to ease into the topic.

“Woah, Y/n you didn’t kill anyone did you?” Eddie joked.

You tried to force out a laugh but all that came out was a little exhale with an awkward smile.

“Oh this must be serious, you usually love my lighthearted murder jokes.” Eddie said with a slight frown.

“It’s just… well… ya know. I’m not exactly… normal. Like most guys… I don’t really..” you murmured.

“Alright let’s not dance around it. You’re saying you’re into guys? While I’m flattered, I think you’re a bit too young for m-“

You quickly silenced him.

“No Eddie, I'm not into you!” You laughed.

“Well? Who is it? Is it Henderson? Or maybe Wheeler? It couldn’t be that no show Sinclair, or is it?” Eddie asked.

You shot him a look that he could only describe as repulsed.

“Of course not. All 4 of you are like the brothers that I never really wanted.” You said jokingly.

“Soo… then it must be… well it can only be Byers.” He said

You froze up for a moment, but sighed as you sank your head into your hand.

“Yup. Right in the money.” You sighed.

“What do you need help with there?” Eddie asked.

“It’s just… I really like him. I always have. I just don’t know what to do. I can't really tell if he even likes guys, but if he did I’m sure he’d like Mike more than me.” You said as you sank further into yourself.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that my friend. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Eddie said encouragingly.

“But have you seen the way he looks at Mike!” You groaned.

Eddie paused for a moment, before you felt him shake your shoulder with a firm grip.

“Listen my friend, I’ve seen the way he looks at Mike. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you. When he looks at Mike, I see an abandoned puppy looking at an owner who couldn’t care less about it. However, when he looks at you?! It’s completely different. Instead of a feeling of fear I get hope. You should go for it kid.” He affirmed.

“How?” You asked.

“Well, Y/n, you know I’m not really that good with romance. However, I do know a certain someone who’s really good at that kind of thing.” He said.

You both quickly packed up your things and both got into Eddie’s car and drove off. You soon pulled up to the local Family Video.

“What are we doing here?” You asked as he pulled up.

“Getting help from the two people who could probably help you more than I can.” He said.

As the two of you walked in, you noticed faces you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Oh! Munson and l/n, what are you two doing here?” Steve asked, seemingly happy to finally see some familiar faces.

“Whatever it is, make it quick, we get off in 5.” Robin added.

You quickly looked to Eddie who then looked to you.

“Do you want to say it or should I?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t think I can say it again.” You sighed.

“Alright then, I will.” Eddie said.

“4 minutes, hurry up with it.” Robin reminded.

“Alright so basically-“

“I have a crush on Will Byers and I need help asking him out.” You blurted out.

Everyone was a bit surprised, but Robin was the first to break the silence.

“Oh wow… that’s…” she muttered.

“A lot.” Steve finished.

“So can you help or not?” Eddie asked.

Steve and Robin looked at each other, then to the clock.

“We get off in 2 minutes.” Robin said.

“Get ready, I’m gonna give you the Harrington Special.” Steve said.

“So? How do I look?” You asked.

The three looked at you as Steve finished working with your hair.

“I gotta say Y/n… it’s definitely a look.” Eddie said.

“Yeah well… I’m sure it’ll work.” Steve said.

“If it does he’ll beat your 0-16 record.” Robin laughed.

“Alright, let’s go.” Eddie said.

“Go where?” You ask.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to the Byers place.” Eddie said.

“Wha-?”

Before you could even say anything you were already pulling up on the Byers new household that they moved into.

“Eddie are you sure about this?” You asked as he pulled to a stop.

“Listen kid, you’ll do great.” Eddie said.

“But what if-“

Steve quickly poked his head out from the back seat.

“Remember l/n. No ‘what if’s.’ Just go for it.” Steve said.

“Don't steal advice that I’ve told you before Harrington.” Robin said from the back seat.

“Right. I’m going for it.” You said.

You quickly got out of the car and walked up to the door. You looked back at your three friends staring intently, they all gave you a thumbs up so you made your move. Your finger pressed lightly on the doorbell, and thankfully Will answered.

“Oh, hey Y/n! What’s up?” He asked.

“Well…” you froze up a bit, “there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Wait. Actually, can I ask you something first? I’ve… kinda been meaning to ask you.” Will said.

“Huh? Yeah of course.” You said.

“I um… I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies with me? I know you like Comedy, and the reviews for this movie called Crocodile Dundee seem really good.” Will said.

“Oh, I’d love to!” You said.

“Um… also, I was wondering if we could maybe consider it… well…” before Will could finish a voice called from the car.

“Did you ask him out yet?!” Eddie yelled.

You felt your face heat up and you became flustered. Will on the other hand, started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, feeling a bit defeated.

“I was wondering why you were dressed up like that.” Will said, “that and… well… I was kinda just asking Johnathan how I could ask you out.” He laughed.

You looked over and sure enough, both Johnathan, Eleven, Hopper and Joyce were pressed up against their front window.

“So, do you think you’d be free tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, I am. Do you wanna maybe go to the arcade before?” You asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.” He said.

“Well… looks like it’s a date.” You said.

“Yeah.” Will said.

You both looked at each other awkwardly. The moment you were both worrying about all day, all week even, just came to fruition so easily.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said, still not believing what just happened.

“Right, see you then. For our date.” Will said, also in disbelief.

You walked back to Eddie’s car and he walked back inside his house.

“So?” Eddie asked.

“We’ve got a date. Tomorrow.” You said.

“YES, see Robin, I told you I could still work magic.” Steve said.

“And yet you still have yet to pick up a single girl in the last two months.” Robin laughed.

Everyone in the car laughed as Eddie drove back to the Family Video to drop off Robin and Steve at their car. As Eddie pulled up to your house you just had to ask him something.

“Eddie, why did you yell that.” You asked.

He froze up for a moment.

“Well, there was a point in time when I had someone I cared about that much. I finally built up the courage to ask him out, but I backed out last minute. I’ve regretted it since.” Eddie said, a bit of sadness in his tone.

“Thank you for that. I mean it.” You said.

You got out of his car and waved as he pulled out. Now all you had to worry about was what you were going to wear tomorrow.

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 2 years

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RESCUE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: You, a 14 year old, lived in a toxic household. You looked for any way to get you out of that place, and you finally did.

You were setting at the backseat of your parents car. You were shaking like a leaf.

Your parents are toxic to no end, they have taken every right they can take from you without people noticing, like they allowed you to go to school, but they never allowed you to get any toys when you where younger, and the list of rights that were taken from you keeps going.

Today, wasn't any different. Today is the road trip day. You have a calendar at your home for road trips or vacation so that, to your neighborhood, you were a perfect normal family, but you were way far from it.

While you were packing up for the road trip, you went to get your bag into the back of the car, and your mom went behind you about to yell at you for apparently 'packing your thing in the wrong way' but she stopped mid way as soon as she saw your neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, she immediately changed her demeanor to motherly and happy.

"Good morning Ms. Maximoff!" Your mom said, raising her arm to wave at Wanda. "Hey Ms. L/N! how are you doing?" Wanda said cheerily, she was watering the plants.

"I'm doing great! We are going to a road trip since we all are free today!" Your mom said cheerily. "That sounds great! have fun!" said Wanda.

As soon as Wanda hid behind a tree, your mom turned back to you. "What the hell are you doing?? are you that useless?? you don't even know how to pack? give me that!" she said snatching the bag from you.

Unbeknownst to your mom Wanda heard her yelling, and she turned to look at your side to see what's going on. You couldn't take living with them anymore, so you looked at Wanda and mouthed the word 'help' to her.

Wanda's heart sunk. She knew she had to do something about it.

"Hey, Ms. L/N! can I get Y/N to help me here for a bit? I could really use some help!" Wanda said. "Yeah! of course!" Your mom said cursing a bit under her breath.

You walked hesitantly to the other side of the street all the way to Wanda's front yard. "Are you okay? What's going on?" she said holding you from your shoulders.

"I-" you didn't know what to say, you were living with your parents your entire life, it's so difficult to get yourself to admit that they are abusive, your brain has already convinced you that you were making things up or being dramatic.

"It's okay you can tell me, she's not going to hear you." she said comfortingly.

The moment you heard her say those words, you broke down. You started telling her while crying and sobbing, stumbling over the words. She immediately took you into her arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay, just get inside with me, and we'll figure things out." she said, gently pulling you inside from your arms.

When you got inside her house, you saw that her husband and her kids where setting in the living room, looking at Wanda confused as to why she was rushing inside the house.

"Vision, I need to talk to you for a minute, Y/N, you can sit in the couch with the kids." she said, pulling vision off the couch and straight to one of the rooms near the living room.

You awkwardly walked to the couch and sat down. You and the twins quietly glanced at each other, waiting for the two adults to finish their speech.

After a few minutes, Vision walked out of the room and quickly locked the front door and then you saw Wanda walk to you.

"Y/N, we have called child services, for now you are going to stay here until they arrive, Vision locked the door so your parents don't come in here." she said softly. You were scared and that was visible on your face.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, you don't have to be scared, we'll protect you." She said pulling you to her side.

As if on cue, there was someone knocking on the door. "Ms. Maximoff, do you still have my child? We are about to leave." Your mom said knocking lightly on the door.

You looked at Wanda to see that she acted as if she hasn't heard her. Wanda was always suspicious of the way you sometimes screamed or heard you crying out side while she was throwing the trash out, and her husband did too.

You stayed still but you couldn't help but cling to Wanda's side for protection. She felt that and wrapped her arms around you. You stayed like that until the child services got there and started investigating.

Before you knew it, they were caught. The best thing that Wanda did to help you, is to get all the security camera footages to use as a clue.

As you got out of the house after they were caught and you were asked about your situation with the family, you couldn't help but think about where will you be living.

As if Wanda read her mind, she walked to you and told you that you could stay with her and her husband.

"Really?" You said, your eyes sparkling from happiness. "Yeah, we can't let you go to those horrible orphanages, and besides, my children would love to have another sibling to play with them."

Looking up at Wanda, you realized that things are finally looking great, you couldn't believe how your life is finally going to be okay.

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 3 months

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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #1: The Unwanted Personification of The Solars

The episode starts on Earth, an unknown mask being appears with a familiar outfit while wearing a hood with a bow on it with a bunch of viles in her hands.

???: Hello GeenaDavisville, I know about Jesse and her family. Prepare to be just like them!

We then cut to Korvo and Terry having sex

Korvo: Oh Terry! *moans* I love it when you bang me like that! *moans* Keep fucking me up!

Terry: *moans* Fuck! You feel good, baby!

Korvo: Treat me like a nectar! Call me a slutty mogul!

Terry: Ooooh! *moans* Yes, that gets me so fucking hot!

The two husbands cum as they moan

Korvo: *screaming in ecstasy* TERRY!

Terry: KORVY! OOOOOH!

The two alien husbands embrace in kiss as they moan lovingly.

Korvo: Fuck...things have been better since we got married...

Terry: I know… we had everything we ever wanted… our four kids… our nanny… our human neighbors and human frenemies… our house… AISHA… we had everything we ever wanted… a peaceful happy life…

Korvo nods.

Korvo: I know… I love you Terry-bear…

Terry: Love you too...

The two husbands kiss as they snuggle with each other. Back with the mysterious figure, she presses the button and colorful electronic mist spreads across some of the humans, while most of them are safe, some of them aren’t. The mysterious figure laughs evilly as thunder and lightning clashes. The next morning, Principal Cooke unlocks the keys while carrying stuff and heads inside his office. But then, suddenly notices red Shlorpian skin blotches in his hands.

Principal Cooke: What the?

The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, taking a test for her car but then notices blue-green Shlorpian blotches in her hands that caused her to scream in horror. The scene then cuts to the Replicants and Sonya getting excited because of the Sprinkle Museum.

Sonya: Wow! The Sprinkle Museum is open! I can’t wait for the cute sprinkles artwork!

Jesse: I know right?!

Yumyulack: I can’t wait! I’m gonna take a pic of sprinkle from every celebrity on Earth!

Jesse: I hope they finally have the ones from Katy Perry! She is very amazing!

Sonya: I'm with you on that one!

Yumyulack: I’m betting they have the one from Brad Pitt! His sprinkles are really action-packed!

Sonya: Hopefully they also have some from Ariana Grande!

Korvo: No one is going anywhere until we have your pussy cleaned off. It’s attracting those space spiders again!

Jesse: Aw, do we have to?

Yumyulack: Aw just let me be stanky! My mound! My choice!

Sonya: Come on, Yumyulack.

Korvo: Now now now. I know it’s a bit painful, but I keep some slipping on that stuff. And this little sprout of mine deserves a clean ass.

Yumyulack smiles

Yumyulack: Korv...

Phoebe MacCarthy: Hold your horses, *gets out a back* I’m gonna help use this bag to grab all the droppings before it spread on the floor.

Korvo: Thanks Phoebe.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You’re welcome, because I ain’t want to have to clean up y’all’s pussy. This is the only solution I got.

Jesse laughs

Korvo: Okay, Phoebe hold this bag while I abstract all the droplets we get.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Got it!

Korvo presses the button on the mound expressor and it starts abstracting the mound on Yumyulack’s ass.

Yumyulack: *laughs* It tickles!

Korvo: *sing-songy* Doo do doo doo! *normal voice* Get it all Phoebe. We can have it our own mold and make gummy bears!

Suddenly… a human’s offscreen body appears with Terry’s clothes.

Terry: *offscreen* Oh! We getting our mounds abstracted?! Me next! Me next!

Korvo: Alright Terry, you can be next! Just drop your pants and and let’s see- *exclaims in shock*

Yumyulack: *gasp*

Jesse: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Sonya: *screams*

Terry: *offscreen* What?!

Korvo: Terry! You have a human penis! *scene cuts to Terry, now a human* And you’re human!

Human Terry: Huh? What are you talking about?

Human Terry looks at a mirror and gasp.

Human Terry: I’m… I’m a human a-and I got a slight above average human penis!

The family screams in horror at the sight Terry’s human penis. The scene then cuts to a board meeting where the board are waiting for Cooke.

Board Leader: Where the fuck is Principal Cooke?!

Board Member: We don't know, sir.

Then, Cooke comes as the board members gasp in horror and disgust. Cooke now has a red Shlorpian skin body.

Principal Cooke: I am so sorry I'm late. I-

Board Council: What the fuck happened to you?!

Principal Cooke: I don't know but-

Miss Frankie and Ms. Perez came in with Shlorpian skins of their own. Ms. Perez has orange Shlorpian skin and Miss Frankie has blue-green Shlorpian skin.

Miss Frankie: Honey?!

Principal Cooke: *gasp in horror* Oh my gosh, baby! What happen?!

Miss Frankie: I don't know! I just woke up like this!

Principal Cooke: What?! Ugh! *to the board members* We’re so sorry council, but we believe this has something to do with our alien students and their dads!

Board Leader: You mean the fact to tell us that you’ve been banned from school grounds starting with today?!

Principal Cooke: Pretty much...

Board Council: Good! Because… YOU! THREE! ARE! FIRED!

Principal Cooke, Miss Frankie, and Ms. Perez: WHAT?!

Board Member: I don’t what crazy bullshit this is but you three have gotten worse more than ever! You three are nothing but monsters!

Ms. Perez gasps and tears up. The three teachers look around and sees everyone backing away at them. The scene then cuts to a teacher throwing the three teachers out.

Teacher: GET OUT OF HERE!

Miss Frankie growls and punches the ground in anger

Miss Frankie: This can’t be happening!

Ms. Perez: We gotta talk to Korvo!

Principal Cooke: That does it! We’re going over there and giving those fucking aliens a piece of our minds!

We then cut to the Solars' house. The scene cuts back to Human Terry touching his ears.

Human Terry: Wow. You gotta touch these ears! I can’t believe it got a penis and a nose and a dick and head full of hair and a shlong!

Korvo blushes

Jesse: Jeepers! I can’t believe you are actually human! This is cool!

Sonya: Do you have a butthole?

Human Terry: I don’t know you tell me!

Human Terry bends over

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa! He’s got a butthole! He’s got a butthole!

Korvo gets flustered

Human Terry: Oh what kind of stuff should I put it in it! Give me that gunquin!

Korvo: Uh uh uh! *grabs the gunquin out of Yumyulack’s hand* Nobody is putting anything in Terry’s butthole, except me. Until we can find a way to zap it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Terry, how did this happen?!

Human Terry: *to Korvo* Oh come on! You never let me put anything in anything!

Korvo: We have to figure out how this happened.

Korvo scans Human Terry’s body.

Korvo: Damn it! It’s just as I feared! Terry’s body transformation is a natural Shlorpian reaction for being on the planet too long without the Pupa terraforming it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: That doesn't sound so bad.

Korvo snaps

Korvo: Yes it does! It means he’s turning into a different form!

Human Terry: Wait? Am I a daywalker?!

Korvo: No human!

Jesse: Can't he just turn back?

Sonya: How come it happened to Terry first?

Korvo: Because, he’s too weak minded and has succumb to the human culture long before you two did.

Human Terry gasps and tears up at being called weak-minded

Korvo: Oh no I didn’t mean it I- *groans in frustration*

Human Terry runs off in tears

Korvo: *groans in frustration*

Yumyulack: Will me and Jesse turn human too?!

Korvo: Yes but not at this moment.

Korvo runs upstairs to go comfort Terry. Korvo enters the bedroom.

Korvo: Terry?

Human Terry: *sniffles remorsefully for upsetting his husband*

Korvo: I'm sorry I called you weak-minded.

Human Terry: *sniffles* I’m sorry I upset you.

Korvo: Oh Terry...

Korvo hugs Human Terry

Human Terry: *sniffles* I just feel awful because I angered my hubby.

Korvo has an idea and seduces Terry

Korvo: *seductively* I think this form has got me feeling horny.

Human Terry: But you said you'd never have sex with a human...

Korvo: Not as long as it is this handsome-

Suddenly, Miss Frankie furiously kicked down the door with Cooke and Ms. Perez entering the room as Miss Frankie furiously grabs Korvo.

Miss Frankie: YOU SACK OF SHIT!

Korvo: *screams*

Miss Frankie: YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU SCI-FI BITCH CUNT!

Human Terry: HEY! GET OFF HIM!

Miss Frankie: LOOK AT ME!

Principal Cooke: *gives Miss Frankie a successful cooldown hug* Hey hey easy honey. Just calm down.

Miss Frankie: I AM CALM!

Ms. Perez: Okay. Everyone calm down. Korvo, did you or did you not really try to turn us into aliens like you and your family?

Korvo: What?! No I didn't

Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez: Huh?

Korvo: Why would you think I did it?! Because I'm an alien?! IS THAT IT?! *starts crying* YOU DON'T KNOW ME! *cries into Human Terry's chest*

Ms. Perez: *to Miss Frankie* Nice going

Miss Frankie gasps as she realizes she went too far

Miss Frankie: *in a nervous regret* Ooooh… shit.

Human Terry stares angrily at Miss Frankie

Phoebe MacCarthy: *grabs Miss Frankie from the shoulder* What the fuck did you do this time?!

Miss Frankie: I didn't mean to make him cry! I-

Phoebe furiously pins Miss Frankie to the wall.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You better explain what is happening right now! Or else!

Miss Frankie: *gulps* Okay! I think we’re turning into aliens!

Phoebe gasps and releases her hold.

Phoebe: What? *skin suddenly turns a teal Shlorpian skin and gasp* Oh my God… well that’s not Korvo for sure. Korvo, we have to get to the ship!

Korvo pulls himself together and dries his tears.

Korvo: Okay...

The scene cuts to the ship where AISHA scans Miss Frankie, Phoebe, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez.

AISHA: Holy shit.

Ms. Perez: What is it?!

AISHA: Look like someone must’ve created some kind of DNA from Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse’s blood and DNA samples and must’ve created some kind of virus that turns another organism into a Shlorpian.

Principal Cooke faints

Miss Frankie: So wait? It wasn’t the Solars, then who did?!

AISHA: Don’t know.

Korvo: I’m afraid there is impossible to make the cure. It’s like when you make panna cada the cream has to set.

Yumyulack: Uh why did you compare to the book of Boba Fett?

Korvo: *shrugs* Don’t know. I thought it would be interesting. But don’t worry, the kids and I know the perfect place we can go while you guys stay here. Las Vegas. That’s where we can find the perfect help.

Miss Frankie: Why Las Vegas?

Human Terry: Baby, I like the way you think!

Korvo: D’aw *kisses Human Terry on the lips* It had the right shipment that could help us. Replicants, Sonya, you’re with me. Terry keep on an eye on Pupa with Phoebe. We’ll be back soon.

Human Terry: Got it!

Korvo: Come on kids! I have the perfect vehicle to help us!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: You do?

The scene cuts to Korvo and the kids digging out Hammerhead 2 and washed it and shine it. Now it is ready.

Korvo: Behold, Hammerhead 2!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa!

Jesse: Wait? Should we add upgrades to it to make it more cooler?

Korvo: Uh, yeah!

Yumyulack: I don’t see why not. Right Sonya?

Sonya: Mm hmm.

Later, Hammerhead 2 gets an upgrade, including the ability to fly.

Korvo: This is perfect!

Jesse: Alright! Yay!

Pupa: Bye bye.

Everyone gets on

Sonya: Bye Pupa! Be good for Terry and Phoebe!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Hammerhead 2! Set course to Nevada!

Hammerhead 2: Setting course to Las Vegas, dude.

Korvo: Thanks for the reminder.

The Hammerhead flies off as the kids whoop. Then, suddenly the Pupa starts straining.

Pupa: *grunting as he suddenly starts glowing and then starts screaming*

The glow fade as Pupa suddenly become… a human girl? Human Pupa gigges as Human Terry comes outside.

Human Terry: Okay Pupa, I got pink lemonade Hi-C for you and- *gasp as he drops the snack tray* and what did they did to you?!

Human Pupa: Human!

16 days later… Korvo and the kids arrived in Spain.

Korvo: Damn that was a rough week. But at least it worth it to see SeaWorld.

Sonya: I know...

Yumyulack: Ugh! I still can’t believe it got a stupid starfish on my head! *takes the starfish off of his head*

Korvo: Now look for any signs of something noticeable or Terry because he has been here before.

Jesse then sees something on a woman.

Jesse: Hey look! That lady is wearing one of Terry’s shirts.

Korvo and the kids head over to the woman, who is drinking some kind of beverage in a red cup.

Jesse: Excuse me lady, did you meet Terry?

Woman: This sweet ass alien dude gave me this shirt after teaching me how to do swing islander.

Korvo: Did you fuck him?!

Woman: I would have, but he told me he is already married to this sweet guy named Crumbo.

Korvo blushes because he knows Terry calls him that because of his love for crumbs.

Woman: I don't know who Crumbo is but I'd bang him if he's hot...

Korvo: Oh that’s me. Because I love crumbs and it’s actually Korvo.

Woman: Ew. Nevermind. *leaves*

Korvo: *then realizes something* I actually know where Terry went to next. It must be Nevada where they had that neon light festival!

Yumyulack: Wow! I heard that sounded amazing!

Sonya: Yeah. I heard of these festivals. Really had a lot of wooden building burned down.

Korvo: We have to head there now!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Yay!

Korvo: Solar Opposites minus Terry, Pupa and Phoebe, roll out!

Korvo and the kids head back on Hammerhead 2.

Korvo: Hammerhead presume coarse to Nevada! Maximum speed!

Hammerhead 2: Ooh, bummer buddy. Destination to Nevada is… 16 days.

Korvo: Hmm. Better pick a faster route!

Then suddenly, Jesse starts glowing as she floats.

Jesse: On shoot! I’m doing the glow!

Jesse turns into a human.

Human Jesse: Guys! Guys! I’m a human! *looks down at her boobs* And I got boobs!

Yumyulack: Let me touch them! Uh I mean who cares? Humans are lame.

Korvo: Shit! I told you this would happen! We just have to get to Nevada on time! Don’t panic! Stay on course!

Human Jesse: Panic? *hops off of Hammerhead 2* Look at me! I’m young, hot and ready to sign up for a student loan!

Sonya: Wait, what?

Human Jesse: I want to do the uniquely human activities I always dream about. Like waiting in line at the DMV, paying taxis and having jury duty!

Korvo: Oh dear lord...

Sonya: Oooh! Count me in! *hops off of Hammerhead 2*

Yumyulack: Not you too!

Korvo: Oh relax I’m sure they’ll be fine. But Jesse, that’s what you always wanted?

Human Jesse: Aliens never get to do all the boring Monday human stuff. I gotta skeddale! *hops on a bull with Sonya* Too-da-loo!

Korvo: Well, looks like it's just you and me, huh?

Yumyulack: *sighs* I hope they’ll be okay.

Korvo: Don’t worry, your sisters will be fine. Anyways, I manage to find a faster route. Hang on Yumyulack, by my calculations, we’ll be here in in 8 days. Hammerhead 2, takeoff!

Hammerhead 2: Cowabunga Nevada! Here we come!

Hammerhead 2 blasts off. 10 Days later Hammerhead 2 made it to the post festival.

Korvo: God damn traffic! Well, at least we made it!

Yumyulack: *listening to Slipknot* I wonder how the girls and Terry are doing. See anything?

Korvo then spots a sleeping hangar that used to belong to the ship as he grins.

Korvo: Aha! Found it! It’s one of my old hangar!

Yumyulack: What's that do?

Korvo: It can help charge a ship up. *gets put chargers* Let’s use this to help gain more power of Hammerhead 2. Come on.

Korvo and Yumyulack head to the hangar, but then Yumyulack’s pants and shoes rip to reveal human legs.

Korvo: *gasp* Yumyulack, how long have you have that human leg meat?!

Yumyulack: Aw man! Just a few days, I didn’t say anything because I thought you cut them off!

Korvo: Y'know what? It's okay. We just need to-

Yumyulack screams as he glows brighter and then as the glow fade, Yumyulack has turn into a human.

Korvo: Fuck! I knew we gave you too many lunchables and X-Box LIVE.

Yumyulack: Holy shit I'm human! And I have...

Human Yumyulack then checks down inside his pants while counting.

Human Yumyulack: *gasp in joy* Several pubes!

Korvo: Great. Now what are we gonna do?

Human Yumyulack: Oh uh I um…

Korvo: *sighs while smiling* Go ahead. Run off to do human stuff you always wanted. I got this.

Human Yumyulack smiles and hugs Korvo

Human Yumyulack: Thanks old man. *spots an old time bike* Better borrow this bike real quick! *rides off as Korvo smiles while rolling his eyes in amusement*

Korvo: Now...time to head to Vegas.

3 hours later… Korvo made it to Vegas and went to a casino. He walks up to a security guard.

Korvo: Was there a guy name Terry? Yeh tall? Good looking?

Security Guard: Depends. Are you this Korvo he told me about?

Korvo: Uh yes? Why?

Security Guard: Come with me.

The scene cuts to an office where the Security Guard plays the footage of Terry at the Casino.

Terry: *on video* Where’s the fucking game room? I want to play Tobaccon Gwen, *kicks a child* bitch!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: *facepalms* Jesus honey, *to the guard* fast forward through this.

The footage fast forwards to Terry at a game of poker.

Korvo: *gasp* What the… these freaks look like they play card games for a living. What was Terry thinking?

Terry: *on footage; takes a deep breath* Easy mode. This is just like in the solo.

Then, Terry accidentally and drunkly makes a huge tragic mistake!

Terry: *on footage; drunkly* I call and raise you… *throws the ships keys* An actual spaceship!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: Oh no! My poor Terry! What have you done you poor drunk thing? How is this hand?!

Security Guard: He had five crestamoons and a hand of swords.

Korvo: What the hell does that mean?

Security Guard: I don’t fucking know. That sounds bad.

Korvo: Shit...

The video then shows Terry losing his bet to a woman, who laughs.

Terry: *on footage* Holy fuck… well at least no one will ever see this.

The Security Guard pauses the video as Korvo grows enraged by him.

Korvo: I want that ship back! Return it now or I will mercilessly lay waste to this entire casino!

Security Guard: Sorry sir. This vehicle is now the property of the Vegas Vegas Corporation. And you need to fucking leave… prim this guest!

Korvo: *gets grabbed by two security guards* What the hell? Stop it! Why are you shoving me into a cement mixer?!

The security guards shove Korvo into the mixer and pours cement in it. Then, one of the security guards throws Korvo, who is encase in a block of cement out of the casino as Korvo breaks free from the cement. Korvo growls as his eyes turn aquamarine.

Korvo: I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE! *then realizes he can see as his eyes turn back to normal* Okay now I can see. God damn it, I can’t believe my family isn’t here. I really hope they aren’t miserable.

Korvo cries. The scene then cuts to Stacy G, who suddenly now has magenta Shlorpian skin, who is making dinner, which is spaghetti and meatballs with Human Terry. Louise, who is covered with neon green skin and Trevor, who is covered in cobalt blue green looks at Human Terry in surprise.

Louise: Wait, so you’re turning into humans, while we’re turning into aliens?

Human Terry: Kinda.

Then, Human Terry hears a knock on the door. He opens it and reveals to be Human Jesse, Human Yumyulack and Sonya at the door with Cheery, who now has red-violet Shlorpian skin.

Human Jesse: *smiles* Hi daddy.

Human Terry gasp in joy and hugs his kids.

Human Terry: I'm so happy you guys are okay!

Human Yumyulack: Us too. Glad you recognize us Terry.

Stacy G: *offscreen* Babe, is that you?

Jesse looks at Stacy G and gasps

Human Jesse: Oh my goodness. Honey, you got infected too.

Stacy G: Yeah, we don't know what happened!

Louise: Us either. Also, Frankie is at your house. She doesn’t look well. *Miss Frankie starts moaning as she suddenly starts glowing in the same color as her Shlorpian skin* Is she… okay?

Miss Frankie: UGH! DO I LOOK OKAY?!

Human Jesse: Uh Miss Frankie…. YOU’RE DOING THE GLOW!

Miss Frankie: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Miss Frankie starts glowing as she freaks out. Then, she has turn into a Shlorpian as she screams.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh great! Now I’m like you and your family now!

Human Yumyulack tries not to laugh

Human Jesse: Holy Jeepers, you look great as Shlorpian.

Shlorpian Frankie breaks down crying hysterically

Shlorpian Frankie: *cries hysterically* Oh my God! I’ve turn into a monster! *gets comforted by Human Jesse and Sonya*

Sonya: Hey, it's okay. You're not a monster.

Shlorpain Frankie sniffles as she wipes her tears.

Shlorpian Frankie: You-you mean it?

Human Jesse: Yeah. I think you still look pretty.

Shlorpian Frankie smiles.

Shlorpian Frankie: *wipes away her tears* Gee thanks.

Human Pupa hugs Shlorpian Frankie. Human Terry smiles

Louise: Yessh. You weren’t kidding about this. What should we do now? Do things we always wanted to do in case we want to have a new life later on?

Trevor: Huh? That’s a great idea.

Meanwhile with Korvo, he's still sobbing

Korvo: *looks at Hammerhead 2 crammed between cars* Fuck! Hammerhead isn’t made for car jamming! Hello can move these casino addicts cars?! Hello?! How?! How has it come to this?!

Korvo sobs harder. Suddenly, a nose appears on his face.

Korvo: A nose?! No! No no no!

Korvo suddenly grows ears.

Korvo: Ears?! Shit! I don’t want to be a fucking human! *glows brighter* NNOOOOOOOOOOO!

The screen cuts to black. Four months and 1/2 later… Stacy G, now a magenta Replicant wakes up while rubbing her eyes and getting ready for school. Suddenly, she hears her mother, now a neon green Shlorpian panicking on the phone from school.

Shlorpian Louise: Expelled?! Are you nuts?! My daughter needs this education!

Replicant Stacy G gasps

Shlorpian Louise: Well my daughter is very smart girl! You dare call my special little lady a freak one more time, so help me- *call ends as Louise sighs*

Replicant Stacy G: Mom?

Shlropian Louise: *hugs her daughter* Don’t worry honey, your girlfriend’s dads will find a way to help us. I promise, we’ll get out of here with Trevor and start a new life far away from those humans who hate us now.

Replicant Stacy G: Okay

The mother and daughter hug. The scene then cuts to a now Peaches n Cream Shlorpian Janice getting fired from the Rake Company as she screams upon getting thrown out.

Rake Company Boss: AND STAY OUT!

Shlorpian Janice: H’no I don’t wanna be a burden y’know.

The scene then cuts to Phoebe, now a teal Shlorpian, getting groceries until a mean customer insults her.

Customer: GET LOST, FREAK!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Excuse me?! What did you say? Punk?!

Customer: Jesus you extraterrestrial bumpkin! Go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe growls

Shlorpian Phoebe: I’m sorry. *furiously walks up to the customer* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, JACKASS?!

Customer: I said go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe screams in fury and gets into a fight with the customer. Then, a few seconds later, Shlorpian Phoebe throws the customer out of the marker.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Asshole!

The scene the cuts to Randall, now a white Shlorpian opening his empanada stand until people got freaked out by his new form.

Hannah: Aw dude, you look hideous!

Shlorpian Randall: What? No I'm not. I'm fine.

Rick: Aw dude! You look a freak! Just like the Solar Opposites!

Randall gasps

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! Those are my friends, you jerks! Leave them out of this! They helped change me and my life for the better after Halloween!

Wallace: Well no way jośe! No more empanada from an alien!

Customers: *booing as they throw empanadas at Shlorpian Randall*

Shlorpian Randall leaves while sobbing. Meanwhile, Principal Cooke, now a red Shlorpian, is at a bar, drowning his sorrows in drinks while getting drunk as the customers stare at him.

Shlorpian Cooke: *drunkly* What are you looking at?

Bartender: *nervously* Uh, nothing, sir. It's just that you're a-

Shlorpian Cooke: *drinking a margarita* I’m fine you shitbags! You don’t know my life you bitches!

Bartender: Very well.

Bar Customer: *whispering to his friend which Shlorpian Cooke overhears* Geez, what a red loser.

Shlorpian Cooke: WHO SAID THAT?!

The bar falls silent as Shlorpian Cooke smashes a glass bottle.

Shlorpian Cooke: YOU FUCKERS WANT A FUCKING PIECE OF ME?!

Bartender: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to-

Shlorpian Cooke throws a bottle at the bartender who helps as he ducks as the bottle shatters. Then, the customers starts to pummel on Shlorpian Cooke who punches and kicks them which led to a bar fight. The scene cuts to Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya walking until they heard the bar fight. The three siblings open the door and gasp upon seeing Shlorpian Cooke fighting some bar customers.

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit!

Human Jesse: Aw jeez! Principal Cooke had started a bar fight!

Sonya: PRINCIPAL COOKE! COME HERE NOW!

The human Replicants and Sonya grabs Shlorpian Cooke while dodging some fighting bar customers as they ran out of the door while Human Jesse yanks Shlorpian Cooke on the ear.

Shlorpian Cooke: Ow ow ow ow ow!

Human Jesse: You are coming with us!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie meeting up with Shlorpian Randall and a now Shlorpian Jamie and Darcy and Kevin.

Shlorpian Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Shlorpian Darcy: Court day? What happened?

Shlorpian Randall: Oh no worries! I saw her getting arrested for calling the judge a bitch, a big-ass bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Shlorpian Frankie: She couldn’t hand the fact that she literally sucks! Fat! Shit! Now I gotta wear this everywhere! *shows them a tracking device* Plus, I’m in a boat load of debts because people have been using my social security number to take out loans!

Shlorpian Randall: Things haven’t been going well for either. Everyone ignores me now that I’m an alien. At least when I was human, I was being notice.

Shlorpian Darcy: *sigh* Man, this being alien stuff is the pits!

Shlorpian Jamie: I know what you mean. I try to change my name into something else to stand out. But there’s already someone with the nickname! So now everyone calls me J.J!

Shlorpian Darcy: I don't think it's bad.

Shlorpian Kevin: *coming by* Holy geez, is that Cooke?

The Shlorpians then sees Shlorpian Cooke getting carried by Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse while being injuries and beaten up while Sonya walks with them.

Shlorpian Cooke: *weakly* Hey. Guys. It’s great to see you.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh my God. Honey, what happened to you?!

Shlorpian Cooke: What do you mean? I’ve been thriving. *coughs up vomit* Oooh, the wound’s open again, but in other case, everything’s all good. So yeah.

Shlorpian Frankie: Honey…

Human Jesse: Right...

Shlorpian Cooke: Okay fine! The last few four months have been hell! Everyone hates us now! We can’t live here anymore!

Shlorpian Louise: Aw man. Cooke is right guys.

Human Yumyulack: We don't even know how you guys became Shlorpians in the first place!

Shlorpian Kevin: Ugh! Not anymore! We’re not safe here!

Human Jesse: We'll take you to Korvo. He can help.

Shlorpian Cooke: We know how. It’s because that crazy woman was brought back to life somehow and she stole your DNA samples.

Shlorpain Frankie: Then it’s settled! *throws her chair* We’re going to Korvo so he can help us!

Shlorpian Darcy: But isn’t Korvo pissed off at us?

Shlorpain Cooke: Are you kidding? He’s gonna gush his robe when he sees us!

Shlorpian Randall: Just imagine how desperate he has become to find a way to help us leave!

Replicant Stacy G: Poor Korvo. I hope he somehow held it together.

Then the scene cuts to the house.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the hell?! Where’s the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: I don't know! It was here when we left!

Human Jesse: Uh guys, what’s with all the dogs?

The gang comes in and sees dogs jumping on each other while Human Terry and Human Pupa are in pimp costumes counting money.

Shlorpian Frankie: *screaming as a dog takes of her device*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh for goodness sake’s.

Human Yumyulack: For Christ’s sake Terry!

Security Guard: Hey! No Humans and aliens allowed! I keep telling you! This is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry: Oh! Hey, kids! You're home early.

The mound spider appears and starts sucking on the guard.

Shlorpian Cooke: We Can’t Stay On Earth Anymore! You gotta help us get out of here! We gotta leave this planet!

Human Terry: What? Why?

Shlorpian Frankie: Every human hates us now more than ever! We can’t live here on our home planet anymore!

Shlorpian Trevor: Please Terry! If you really love your family, do you know where Korvo is?!

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: I know where he is...

Shlorpian Cooke: What where?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He never came home last night!

Shlorpian Frankie: Then what happened?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He said he was at some night club! Why would he go there?!

Shlorpian Darcy: Then that's where we're going!

A few minutes later, the gang and Shlorpians arrived at The Smokeshow House.

Human Terry: This is the place.

Human Jesse: Whoa! What is this place?

Waitress: The Smokeshow House. The ultimate night club for the grooviest sexiest boner people alive.

Shlorpian Jamie: I believe you are describing me.

Human Terry: What the hell’s Korvo doing at a place like this?

Human Jesse: Maybe he turn into human and he’s like a busboy or something.

Human Yumyulack: Maybe the cool people took shit on him for fun. I heard that happens to people. It never happened to me. *laughs nervously*

Shlorpian Frankie: But, do you even know what he looks like now if he really turned human?

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: N-no…

Human Terry starts weeping as the kids comfort him.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Aw Terry, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find him.

Human Jesse: Yeah. Once we find Korvo, we'll-

Suddenly, Human Terry notices a human with a familiar crystal on his shirt.

Human Terry: Why have I seen that crystal before?

Human Terry looks at the gorgeous human man, who glance him with an annoyed look and then, Human Terry finally recognize him.

Human Terry: Korvo! We found him!

Shlorpian Cooke: *drops a glass of champagne* Korvo?

Shlorpian Phoebe: He's turned into the most gorgeous human I've ever seen!

Human Yumyulack: Korvo! Korvo!

The human Solars and Shlorpians go up to Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: Uh, can I help you?

Human Terry: Korvo, listen! We can’t live on this Earth anymore. Our human friends are being hated by the whole town now! We got to leave Earth AS immediately if we ever want to help them start a new life!

Human Korvo: I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

All: What?!

Human Jesse: But remember what you said? “Being Shlorpians is what we are!”

Human Korvo: I never said that.

Human Terry: Korv, c'mon. It's me, your husband.

Human Korvo: Ugh! Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?!

Human Yumyulack: Come on Korvo, you’re being a total jackass right now!

Human Korvo: Will you stop it?! I don't know who any of you shitheads are! Now leave me the fuck alone!

Man: Hey K, do you know these guys?

Human Korvo: They were just leaving!

Human Terry: No! We're not! *takes Korvo's arm* You are coming with us! Now!

Human Korvo squeals in horror and slaps Human Terry in the face. Human Terry gasps and tears up.

Shlorpain Frankie: Oh shit! Guys, group huddle.

The gang huddles.

Human Yumyulack: Okay guys, we have a big problem. Korvo has lost his marbles.

Human Jesse: I know. It's doesn't make any...*gasps in realization* Oh my gosh.

Human Terry: *rubbing his face from the painful slap* Wow. If I was that hot, I would not want to look back on my family. I lost the second love of my life to a stuffed crest pizza behind Pizza Hut.

Human Jesse: Guys, do you think Korvo might have amnesia?

Shlorpian Darcy: Huh? Maybe. I don’t know.

Human Terry growls in anger.

Human Yumyulack: Easy Terry. I think Jesse might be right. Korvo must’ve suffer amnesia when he was busy trying to find the person who did this to our friends.

Human Terry: FUCK!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. Maybe that’s how he couldn’t recognize you.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back?

Human Terry starts breathing in and out as he sheds tears.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back? *looks at Human Terry in concern*

Sonya: *skin suddenly turns robin’s eggs blue* You okay daddy?

Human Terry snaps and punches a wall in anger.

Human Terry: FUCK! *Human Korvo backs away slowly*

Human Korvo: You okay, pal?

Luckily, Shlorpian Frankie has an idea as she gets out a pea shooter and puts a dart in it. She aims at Human Korvo, who shrugs and went back to drinking his champagne, only to get hit by the dart and falls down unconscious. Human Terry looks down at Human Korvo while angrily breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

Human Jesse: Terry! Easy! Calm down! It’s okay! Korvo is knocked out! Let’s get out of here!

Human Terry: Ugh! Fine!

Human Yumyulack: Terry? What’s wrong?

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. I’m sure we can find a way to get your husband’s memory back once we find the ship!

Human Terry: But what if we can't?!

Shlorpian Phoebe puts a hand on Human Terry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: We'll figure something out. I promise.

Human Terry: But-

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we can. Look I know you love Earth, but now everyone hates us more than ever. We have to leave now. Please, if you really love Korvo, you must do the right thing. And that is leaving Earth. For good.

Human Terry: Okay. But I wanna go with Korvo...I love him.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we will. *finds the ship on the tracker* Holy shit! It’s in Las Vegas! Come on!

A few hours later, the gang finds the ship turned into a blimp.

Human Yumyulack: Guys! The ship!

Human Terry picks up Human Korvo.

Human Terry: Hang on there Korvy…

The gang heads to the ship and luckily Phoebe kicks the door with her foot as the door opens.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Alright y’all! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The gang heads into the ship. Then, Human Korvo wakes up while rubbing his head. Then, the gang hears the Vegas Corporation Security Guard yelling at them from outside.

Vegas Coperation Security Guard: Hey! You’re not allowed here!

Human Terry: Oh shit!

Human Korvo: Wh-what happened? What am I doing in Vegas? How did I get on the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: Hurry guys! We have to leave now!

Human Korvo: Leave? What do you mean?

Human Jesse: We have to get out of here! Everyone hates our friends and want them off of Earth!

Sonya: Us also!

Human Korvo: Then what are we waiting for?! We gotta get fucking moving!

Human Terry gasp as he shed tears of joy.

Human Terry: Korvy! You remember!

Human Korvo: What? Okay. Can someone please tell me what-

Human Terry: Long story! You turn into a gorgeous human, then lost your memories turn you into a jerk and you lost your marbles! Now let’s fly!

Human Korvo: Okay?

Human Terry: Oh! And I almost forgot!

Human Terry surprises Human Korvo by kissing him on the lips.

Human Korvo: *giggles as he turns back into his Shlorpian self*

Human Terry gasps in shock.

Human Terry: Whoa! How did you turn back!

Korvo looks around his body and gasps.

Korvo: Oh my God! I’m me again! I guess we have develop some kind of shape shifting ability.

Human Terry: Wait. Does that mean I can do it too?

Then, Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their normal selves.

Jesse: Yay! We’re Shlorpians again!

Yumyulack hugs the Pupa. But then, they heard a loud thump which made they scream little and made them realize they must leave now.

Korvo: Quick! Let’s get the fuck outta here!

Jesse: AISHA, get us off this planet! Hurry!

AISHA: On it!

AISHA activates the launch sequence as the ship flies into the space and the gang cheers.

Korvo: Yes! *to Terry* I love you, baby.

Korvo romatically twirls Terry around.

Terry: *whistles lovingly*

Korvo and Terry make out while moaning lovingly.

Yumyulack: I'm gonna throw up.

Shlorpian Randall: Isn't it romantic?

Suddenly, the gang hears grunting and it turns out be Shlorpian Janice along with Kevin and his family, Cheery, Naomi and Alice, who are now Shlorpians as they fall out as they scream and landed on the floor as they groan.

Terry: Cheery!

Shlorpian Cheery: Terry?

Korvo: Janice?

Janice: H'no, hello Korvo, y'know?

Shlorpian Kevin: Hey guys. Sorry I was late. I was picking up my family.

Shlorpian Naomi: Hey guys.

Jesse: Hey, Naomi!

Korvo: Naomi! You too?! *notices Shlorpian Alice* Wait, who’s that?

Shlorpian Alice: H-Hello. I'm Alice. A pleasure to meet you.

The Pupa recognizes Alice from “The Super Gooblers”

Pupa: Maid lady!

Korvo: Wait. Pupa, you know her?

Pupa shows him the video he made from the “Super Gooblers” episode.

Brandy: *on video* I want to be a better person…

Korvo smiles tearfully.

Korvo: *hugs Pupa* Bravo Pupa! I am so proud of you!

Pupa giggles.

Alice: Wait. You’re that strange creature Brandy has been talking to me about.

Pupa: Yep!

Suddenly, Korvo turns back into a human, much to his surprise and confusion.

Human Korvo: Huh?

Jesse: Holy jeez you turned back into a human Korvo. I thought you said this was permanent. *Human Korvo is looking at space in shock and confusion* Uh Korvo?

Terry: Korv? You okay?

Human Korvo: *groans in frustration* I don’t understand. I thought this transformation was permanent! How is this is even possible?!

Terry: *puts a hand on Human Korvo's shoulder* Hey. It's okay. Just calm down.

Jesse: Yeah. To be honest, you were right. Being human can sometimes be hard.

Yumyulack: No offense guys.

Shlorpian Cooke: Eh, none taken. Our lives as humans are pretty tough.

Shlorpian Frankie: None taken.

Human Korvo: I-I was? I don’t know what to say. I guess that’s true.

Terry: Yeah, well you’re like hot leader now. And hot leaders are the best.

Human Korvo blushes and smiles. Terry smiles and plays with Human Korvo's hair

Human Korvo: It’s true. I’m sorry for how I acted. I clearly had hot guy brain taken control of me. Now that we got off the planet, I’m so glad you came to rescue me.

Terry: Anytime. Now come here.

After Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa shapeshift into their human forms, the family then gets in a group hug while their friends join in.

Human Korvo: So...so what happens now?

Shlorpian Frankie: Korvo, you sure we’ll find a way to turn us back?

Human Korvo grows determined.

Human Korvo: I will. Don't worry!

Then, he makes a plan.

Human Korvo: Now don’t you worry. We’ll find a way to turn you all back into humans. We’ll go live on Earth-4. It’ll be the perfect new home for us until we can turn you all back to normal.

Shlorpian Cooke: Sounds good to me!

After the Solars turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves, the family and their friends travel around the galaxy until they’ve finally found Earth-4. The gang landed on another house as they head outside but the Solars have shapeshifter into their human forms, much to their friends’ confusion.

Shlorpian Naomi: What are you doing?

Human Korvo: Oh I thought these forms might help us blend in better on Earth-4. It is getting dangerous y’know.

Human Terry: *laughs* Yep.

Then, an Earth-4 pedestrian passes by.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Fuck you humans! Go back to where you came from!

Shlorpian Phoebe gets enraged and grabs the pedestrian.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Get. Lost.

Shlorpian Phoebe punch the pedestrian in the teeth and face as he drives him in fear.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Uh, what I meant to say was welcome to Earth-4!

The pedestrian drives away in fear as Human Korvo gives him the middle finger.

Human Korvo: Fuck you! You people are stupid and confusing!

Human Jesse: Well, this should be interesting. *laughs*

Shlorpian Frankie: Aw jeez.

The scene cuts to Korvo moaning as Terry comes him and kisses him on the cheek while heading to the bathroom.

Terry: How you feeling, big guy?

Korvo: *moaning in overwhelmed* Oh fine.

Terry: Are you sure?

Korvo nods.

Terry: Okay. I’ll be in the bathroom. Love you.

Korvo: Love you too.

Terry leaves and Korvo lies down on the bed

Korvo: *moans as his eyes glow aquamarine*

Then, he starts growling. Korvo then gets a headache as he screams in pain.

Korvo: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Korvo then grows fangs while his skin turns black and he starts growing bigger and muscular. Terry comes in and gasps.

Terry: Korvy?

Korvo gets wings and horns as he roars

Terry: *blushing* Holy fuck… you got buff.

Monster Korvo: Don't. Don't look at me.

Monster Korvo whimpers but to his surprise, Terry is amoured by his appearance.

Terry: Tell you what, I'm surprised you never showed me this earlier.

Monster Korvo: *blushing embarrassingly* Well, to be honest, it’s my lifesource since I was a Replicant, it’s been running in my family for generations. I was worry on how you would react…

Terry gasps in shock.

Terry: Do you mind if you, uh...told me more? It's okay if you don't wanna.

Monster Korvo: Oh I’m actually half Super Shlorpian. It’s been running this family ever since my ancestor Koran made a blessing in order to protect his family from bandits and protects the villagers. It passed on to the family when a Replicant turns 13

Terry: Wow...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah. But it feels like a curse...

Terry: Aw… Korvy, why do you think that?

Super Shlorpian Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh Korvy…

Terry kisses Super Shlorpian Korvo on the cheek

Terry: Can you please tell me why you think it’s a curse?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: When I was a Replicant, I was blessed with this after my 13-Birth-A-Day in my sleep.

A flashback plays. Replicant Korvo was walking while carrying books until he starts to feel sick.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I started to feel sick. So, I decided to head home that day.

Replicant Korvo made it home as he starts moaning and then notices his skin turning black as he starts having a panic attack.

Replicant Korvo: What's happening to me?!

Replicant Korvo then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe into pieces. Then, his horns pop out from his head and his wings pop out from his back as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* After my first transformation, a lot of Shlorpians saw it and grow afraid of me.

Pink Replicant Shlorpian: WHAT IS THAT THING?!

Yellow Replicant Shlorpian: HOLY SHIT! A MONSTER!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I...didn't know what to do so...

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo grows afraid as the Replicants throws stuff at him as his anger overcomes as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I snapped.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roars as he slashed another Shlorpian, which made the other Replicants run away. Scared, Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo flies back home while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: So when I got home, you remember my older sister Janiz? The one I was telling you about? *Terry nods* she calm down and I vow to not transform again because of my fear of hurting you guys… so I made pills to help control myself, which is also why I have thin skin.

Terry: What happened to Janiz?

Super Shlorpian Korvo snaps

Super Shlorpian Korvo: SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT!

Terry: *gasp* Oh Korvy… I am so sorry…

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voice breaking* It’s just that Janiz didn’t have an evacuation partner and… when I found out… *starts crying* I was so heartbroken! I want my sister! I want her! I WANT HER! *punches a wall as he breaks down in tears*

Terry gasps. Super Shlorpian Korvo breaks down in tears as Terry soothes him.

Terry: Hey… Shh… shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

Super Shlorpian Korvo continues crying. Terry then has an idea.

Cue “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson

[TERRY]

You should change your name to laughter

You bring joy to every room

Other voices vanish after hearing such a lovely tune

In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful

You should change your name to pity

You make tears impossible

Wish that I could have you with me every time I fall

In a world that's so imperfect

I know you will try to fix it

You should change your name to beautiful

I don′t think you'd mind it if I change your name to something new

Would you think it childish if I change my name to 'I love you′?

We both have a love so perfect

I would never want to hurt it

You should change your name to beautiful In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful (you should change your name to beautiful)

You should change your name to beautiful

The song as Super Shlorpian Korvo purrs and falls asleep on his bed. Terry smiles and kiss Super Shlorpian Korvo on the forehead.

Terry: Sleep well, baby. Would it be okay if I sleep on the couch.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No. I want you to stay. I love you.

Terry smiles.

Terry: I love you too.

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns back into his normal Shlorpian form as Terry gasps

Terry: Korvy! You’re you! *lifts Korvo up as they both cry tears of joy*

Korvo: I know! *laughs*

The two husbands embrace in a kiss as they starts to fall asleep.

Korvo: Sweet dreams my love…

Terry: Sweet dreams my beautiful Korvy…

Korvo giggles. The two alien husbands fell asleep. The next day, the Solars and their friends head out of the house and watch the sunrise, now ready for anything.

Korvo: Guys, this is might be a new start for us.

Jesse: Hell yeah!

The Solars and their friends look at the sunrise, awaiting for new adventures.

THE END

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites: the misadventures of the solars #super shlorpian korvo #human korvo #human terry #human jesse #human yumyulack #human pupa #sonya solar opposites #phoebe maccarthy #phoebe solar opposites

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kteezy997 · 1 year

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I’m With You -Part Ten: the end// Lee (Bones and All)

Heyy, I’m so sorry about the long delay, but here’s the ending.

Warnings: mention of cannibalism, family trauma, Lee crying, mention of slight weight loss

You and Lee were officially having a baby. Tests had said ‘yes,’ and the ultrasound confirmed it. You were concerned about finances, of course, but the two of you were doing okay. And you could still travel as you always had. You were also excited about the idea of settling down, and having a home somewhere with Lee and your child.

But Lee was acting different. He wasn’t upset about the baby or anything, but it did seem to make him nervous. You didn’t really understand why; he’d make a great parent. You thought of how gentle and understanding he was with you. He was the best person you’d ever known. As far as you were concerned: Lee had nothing to worry about.

He wanted to go see Kayla and tell her about the baby. He seemed happy, and so were you. But you could sense something happening inside him, below the surface. “Lee, honey, let me help you.” you insisted, watching him pack up your things into your Oldsmobile. “No way, baby. You’re not doing an excessive physical labor if I’m around. You just worry about keeping my baby safe.”

You shook your head, he could still make you blush now, just as much as when you first met him. He tossed in a duffel bag, slammed the hatch shut and when he looked at you, you said, “I don’t think lifting some luggage would do any harm.” Lee came up to you, put his hands on your shoulders, “Well, we’re not gonna risk it.” He kissed you on your forehead and said, “All right, let’s go!”

You were excited to be on the road again. You and Lee felt almost more at home just driving somewhere. After a while, you were felt yourself growing sleepy, and you leaned over on him, resting your head on his shoulder and your arm linked snuggly around his. For some reason, he felt smaller to you. Like when your elbow gazed his side, there was no cushion of flesh there. Lee was a tall and skinny type of guy, so he had never been huge or anything, but as you looked over at him, he looked skinnier than usual.

Even in the face, he looked slimmer, with his cheeks sunken in some. You couldn't believe that it took you so long to notice something. You guessed that the new of the baby and all kept you from paying much attention to his appearance. It was really strange because he was eating normally, nothing about his diet was out of the ordinary. And then you got to thinking: the bad thing.

Had he stopped doing it? You wondered this to yourself silently at first, then decided to ask him straight up. "Lee have you been eating?" He chuckled, "Yes, I've been eating. You and I have like every meal together, y/n." "You know what I mean." you said, lowly. Lee remained quiet for a while, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid looking at you.

After a few minutes, he sighed, "I haven't..." he shook his head, "done it for a while." "Okay. Look, I don't want to argue about this, or even try to encourage you to do it. But you need it to survive..." "No." Lee said, firmly. "I don't need it, y/n. I can stop." You nodded, and put your arm around him, gently patting the curls at the back of his head to soothe him.

"By why all of sudden, Lee? Why now? Is it the baby?" you asked. "Yes. I don't want the kid to know that about me and I'm actually scared shitless that I'm going to pass it down to them." "Oh, Lee." you cooed, hugging him from the side and kissing him on the cheek. "Honey, why didn't you say something about this earlier? I don't want you to think about that or worry. It will be okay. Our child will be perfect."

Lee shook his head, and it was clear that he was growing more uneasy. He turned the steering wheel, pulling the car over onto the side of the road. "What are we doing?" He didn't say anything, he just put the car in park. "Lee, what's going on?" you were now quite worried about him. He opened the car door and stepped out. He turned to look at you through the open window of the driver's side door.

"I'm sorry, but please can you just stop talking, babe? I need a minute." he spoke firmly, but not harshly. You could see in his eyes that he was feeling troubled on a deeper level than you had ever known him to. He then turned and walked away from the vehicle. You sat there in the car, watching the man you love walking away as he wrestled internally with his thoughts. Your visit with Kayla could wait. Lee obviously needed to work through some things, and your heart ached for him.

You saw that Lee settled into a secluded spot near a small creek that was surrounded by a line of trees on either side. You gave him about an hour to be alone and you couldn't wait any longer. You needed to know what was going on in his head. You got out of the car, and walked over to where he was sitting to join him on the patch of grass.

He looked at you as you sat next to him, but his expression wasn’t necessarily readable. “Lee, what’s going on? Talk to me.” He inhaled and breathed out sharply, “I told you. I’m scared that this…thing will be passed down to our child. That’s why I’ve stopped doing it. I just can’t stand the thought of it anymore. I can’t-" his voice wavered, “I can’t have that, y/n. I don’t want that for the kid.” “Lee, stop,” you scooted closer to him, touching his shoulder.

“No, I’m serious, y/n.” Lee cried. “One day you’ll find your child with blood on them, you’ll realize what happened, and what they are. I don’t want that for you, it’s too much. The trauma that I’ve been through with my own father,” he shook his head, “I don’t want that for anyone else.” He put his hand on your cheek, caressing your skin softly. “Especially not you. I don’t want that kind of life for you.”

“It’s a risk, I know.” you said, “But I’m willing to chance it. The love we have for each other could be the end to your curse. We’ll just love and nurture this child, and hope and pray that it doesn’t need the bad thing. Okay?” Lee looked into your eyes, and you wiped his tears. “Just love me, Lee, and I’ll love you. That’s what we’ll do for this baby.” He pursed his lips, and sniffed his tears back. “Okay.”

You took your lover by the hand and headed back to the car. He stopped you before you got in, and said, “So you really think we can do this? This parenting thing?” You turned on your heels and leaned against the side of the car, “I think we can do anything.” He gave you a smile and slid his hands onto your hips. He closed the gap between you, and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

#timothée chalamet #timothee x reader #bonesandalllee #bones and all #timmy chalamet

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nemmennem · 4 months

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Male Teen Reader x Creepypasta [ch. 2]

"i-i-i think i will go with you" you said, your words trembling and your body still shaking in toby's hug

"Oh shit i just gaslightd them into becoming creepypasta" toby thaugh

yes... he indeed manipulated you into becoming creepypasta

"you can relax now kid, there is nothing to stress about" toby said ruffling your hair " you remind me of jeff"

"the killer?"

"ye, your hair look like him and you are little pale, oh, and how old are you and what's your name?"

you had black curly hair that reached your shoulders and you were slightly pale, but that was probably because of fear

"I'm 15, and my name is Victor"

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"let's end this nice chat and get down to more serious matters, first of all, are you aware that you have to abandon all your family and friends? oh no, wait, they are dead after all, sorry I forgot, and secondly you have to take all the important slash personal stuff, things like I don't know, family photos, normal clothes, weapons and preferably everything fits into some kind of backpack"

"ok, just give me a minute"

"if anything I'll be waiting at the front door, do not think about running away"

you began to pack, you packed some clothes, some books, a family album, your own shampoo, you left the room and took one last look at the friendly walls,you took your father's holster and ammunition tucked into your jacket pocket, the bag was thrown on your back and you left, the first thing you saw was a happy toby

"you don't even know how glad I am that you chose to stick with us"

you started walking in a direction known only toby, it was quiet, neither you nor toby made a sound while you walked, until toby broke the grave silence

""you are aware that in the place we are going there is more, you know…. people, as if to put it nicely, harmed by life more than others? I'm not saying that they are worse, or emotionally unstable, but be ready to change the ways of perceiving people and expect to collide with a wall, you are the youngest person to join our group, I am not saying there will be pressure on you, but there will be people who will not like it, remember that I am with you if you need me... well and now formal matters, creepypastas are divided into three ranks, proxi, the highest ranks, we perform more important tasks and manage easier missions, half proxi, are in the middle, perform more important tasks but manage none, at the very bottom there are ordinary pastas, they perform the tasks assigned to them, this is the rank you will get… if the boss agrees, of course"

there was an awkward silence between the two of you

"the problem is that my boss may not agree to you joining… I know, I know, i should have told you about it right away and please don't ask what will happen if he doesn't agree"

oh shit.mp4

"oh, we're already here"

In front of you was a large mansion, a very fancy mansion, you felt a strange sensation, as if someone was entering your head. Toby walked to the door and with a friendly wave of his hand, invited you inside... its even more fancy inside, literal deffinition of classical luxury mansion

"Oh masky!"

"... No no no, how? how did you get him to join us!?"

"Masky has a problem again"

"with?"

"toby"

"I'm gonna see what is it about this time?"

"Hey guys, what went wrong this time?..... is that a teen?" said the legend himself

"jeff the killer?" you asked

"yep, that's me" jeff said proudly

Jeff then shook my hand

"wow, you would really convince a child to become one of us, I guess you have my respect, and you, what's your name?"

"victor"

"no alias?"

"I haven't thought about it yet"

Jeff snapped his fingers

"V? something from the name but not being the name, unlike more than half of the pastes that simply used the name and an additional adjective, I was the first so I could"

"i'll think about it"

"Thank you for considering my proposal"

"Jeff, what was it all about? It takes you a long time to "check" what's going on" teen? or not tall adult joined conversation, he wore... pretty much 1:1 link cosplay "New pasta? and it's teen! Do you have any gamesens?"

" I guess?"

"oh god in heaven thank you for a person who is a creepypasta and isn't old... oh and im ben"

he then left laughing with joy

"typical ben" said jeff " he will won't leave you alone, it's pretty late you know"

"I was going to introduce him to slender" said toby "and get him key to his room"

"good luck" jeff said and went his way

"this will not go well" said masky

"dont stress about it"

you two went up the stairs (masky went to his room).you stood in front of a large wooden door, needless to say it was pretty, Toby entered and you went after him, there he was... slenderman, you knew him

"hey boss" toby said and bowed

"hello" you said and bowed

"soo boss... i wanted to"

"yes he can join us, i can read minds toby"

"oh... that's all?"

"yes, Victor, your offical introduction with presence of other proxy's will be tomorrow, i hope toby will help you prepare to that, right?"

"of course sir"

"now just go to your room and sleep well"

you just stood there awkwardly, and then you left with toby

"that was fast" you said

"yeah, it was, i will show you where is your room and then leave you alone to allow you to get used to your new surroundings"

"ok"

with this words your first day in slender man mansion ended

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new day, new you, you woke up at 6 am, you may have woken up in a new place but your sleeping habits remain the same, you got up and did your daily routine (each room had a bathroom)

"Should I leave?" you thought "well, only a handful of pasties recognize me, others will probably think I'm a burglar and kill me on the spot. Fuck it, I'm leaving"

you left your room and you decided to wander around the mansion, your main goal was to find someone you knew and stick with them for your safety, you had your gun of course

"hmm?"

you stopped reading the book

"Whose steps were those, they seem light, Ben sleeps until breakfast so it can't be him, Hey, he gets up early but his steps are heavy, maybe someone broke in? this needs to be checked"

you wanted to walk down the stairs when strong arm hooked you by neck, you also felt knife at your throat

"be quiet and maybe we'll reach an agreement" a femine voice spoke

you remained silent and the person speaking threw you into some dark room. Due to the force of the throw, you fell to the floor, in entrance of the room stood woman she had black wavy shoulder-length hair, a black sweater and black and white buggy pants. The detail that made her stand out was her white mask

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Sorry for all grammar errors

#creepypasta #teen reader #creepypasta x teen reader #male reader #male teen reader #jeff the killer #masky #ticci toby #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x reader

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gosmigenergy · 5 months

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FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS / Maxwell Lord (Lorenzano) x F! Reader

Summary: Celebrating Christmas for the first time with Maxwell.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mostly holiday fluff but turns explicit, holiday stress, mentions of family, mentions of Christmases alone, mentions of food, drinking, sixty-nine dude, oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), language, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k

Author’s Notes: I did plan on making some continuous fics about Bunny and the Boys but I work in retail, have just come back from Iceland (panini delayed holiday) and I’m going to Norway to visit my sister over Christmas. When I was considering what to do because I really wanted to post something, I found this unfinished Maxwell Lorenzano seasonal story hidden away on my computer.

Anyway, enjoy!

You normally loved the season, you basked in multicoloured lights, engulfed by the smell of roasting chestnuts, ears ringing with the constant playing of hymns and cheesy pop songs.

However this was the first year you and Maxwell chose to celebrate Christmas, with him came Alistair and with him came the pressure of presents. For Maxwell, they had to be perfect even though he wasn’t loaded with fake Black Gold money, he had to give his son what he never had, the one gift every kid was asking for.

The Ghostbusters Firehouse was proving to be one of the most desired toys of the season, it had been since Halloween.

Alistair had dressed as one for the school disco, you’d found a jumpsuit and dyed it brown, found an embroiderer who made the name tag and spent hours building a Proton Pack from cardboard boxes. All that effort was worth it, to see that kid running up the steps with several other Ghostbusters in similar attire, be it triple the price.

“I love you,” Maxwell said, beaming with a lopsided grin and tears framing his eyes.

In that moment, you felt a warmth that you’d never quite felt before, one that was reflective of a proud parent.

You didn’t feel that right now.

After hours of following the herd, going into what felt like every toy shop in DC and coming out empty handed each time, you broke.

“Alistair is back in two and a half hours, I just want to go home,” you cried. You were literally crying on a bench, cheeks hot with the freezing air.

Maxwell’s smile had disappeared long ago, replaced with a straight line.

“Fine.”

He huffed into the space next to you.

The bus ride home was quiet, Maxwell keeping his emotions to himself, his grip tight on the shopping bags. You’re grateful as the tension seemed to drop a little when you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Please talk to me.”

The pair of you had finally stripped yourselves of your winter accessories and coats, abandoning the gifts in your bedroom to stop prying eyes, yet neither of you had said a word.

“What’s there to talk about? I’m a shit father who couldn’t get a present for his son.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Maxwell Lorenzano,” you walk to him and place your hands on his cheeks so he couldn’t look away. “You are not a shit father.”

His deep brown eyes glossed, his chin crinkling as he tried to stop himself from having an absolute meltdown.

“I can’t even get my kid the one toy he wants, what am I going to do?

“What are we going to do? I’m not letting you blame yourself for this. This is companies exploiting Christmas, making people feel shit for things out of their control.”

“Don’t you love Christmas?”

“Yeah but not this. Not making a father feel guilty for not getting his son a toy, that’s not what this is about. I love everything around that, the delight of snow and the rush of having to get outside. The warmth of a hot chocolate settling in your stomach, nights on the couch wrapped in copious amounts of blankets with It’s a Wonderful Life on the tv…”

Your heart twinges.

“The smile on the face of someone you love getting something unexpected, the voice on the other end of the phone as you wish them happy holidays.”

That’s what it always was for you. Your family far away, you unable to afford to get home.

“Mi amour.”

Maxwell brought a thumb to your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped.

You sigh, “It’s just been a long day.”

“I know.”

He pulled you close, resting his slopping nose on top of your head, breathing you in. You hold each other for a fragile moment.

“I need to go and have a think, ok?”

He kissed your forehead.

You nod before looking around your shrinking space, somehow the apartment the three of you shared was getting smaller.

“I’ll get this place in order before Alistair arrives and start on dinner.”

“Thank you, baby.”

He walked away almost defeated.

“Hey, you better not go in there and make some elaborate plan to make everyone’s deepest desires come true.”

“That was one time.”

You giggle.

A while later, the knock at the door interrupts your flow but you couldn’t stay mad for long when that wide smile greets you.

“Max, Alistair’s here!”

You’re almost knocked back as he throws himself at your legs and in for a hug, you squeeze his head to save yourself from falling.

“How’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“How was your mom?”

You didn’t really care, you were just making pleasantries to try and pretend you didn’t find the woman absolutely insufferable. When he lets go and gives you a shrug, you take the hint.

Ok, you mouthed.

“Alistair,” Maxwell appeared, his smile matching his son’s as he fell to his knees to embrace him enthusiastically. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Me too, mom said she wants to talk to you, she’s downstairs.”

“Alright, why don’t you help with dinner?”

“Ok!”

Alistair ran to the kitchen.

You guessed what this might be, the exchange of presents from ‘Santa’ as discussed between them. Alistair was going to be away from his mother for the holidays, not that either of them seemed to mind. You and Maxwell would have him until New Year so you had plenty planned.

“I’m sure you can keep him distracted for a while.”

“Of course,” you winked.

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“Why is your tree so small?”

Alistair cocked his head to the artificial tree placed on a side table next to the television.

“Oh, I got that tree when I first moved to DC. I couldn’t afford much but I was desperate for some sort of Christmas decoration and there it was, last on the shelf at Goodwill.”

“Were you on your own that Christmas?”

“Yeah, my family were all back home.”

“Have you ever been back?”

“No, I’ve never had the chance. Though I’ve had loads of good Christmases here with friends and neighbours, Mrs Zonana gave me the biggest chocolate log you’ve ever seen.”

“Really?! Do you think she’ll make one for the party?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“Have you ever wanted a big tree? Mom had one that almost reached the ceiling.”

You shrug, “I’ve never thought about it, it’s just been me but, yeah, I guess something a little bigger would be nice.”

“And colourful lights for the window?”

The more he inquired, the more excitable he became and your smile grows.

“Colourful lights would be good too.”

“How’s everything going in here?”

Maxwell wrapped his hands around your waist, the chill prominent from his trip outside. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked down at the carnage of flour, butter and cheese, Alistair’s hands coated in the ingredients.

“It’s gonna be later than expected.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

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“Can I just sleep here tonight?”

Alistair’s eyes were heavy, belly full from dinner and his body warm from a combination of flannel pyjamas and a fleece blanket.

“No, we all need to go to bed.”

Maxwell was the only one moving, he’d cleaned up and offered to make special hot chocolates, two of which would feature alcohol. He handed his son a mug brimming with whipped cream and marshmallows.

“But it’s comfy here,” he moaned.

“I can’t disagree with him.”

You were stretched on the couch, waiting for Maxwell to return to fill the space he left behind. He was your headrest, allowed you to snuggle within the crook of his arm and listen to his heart beat slowly. Once he was back, you were asleep for sure.

“Everyone is going to bed,” he reiterated.

He remembered the last time the pair of you fell asleep on the couch, his cricked neck played up for almost a week.

“Boooo.”

“Careful you two or Santa won’t bring you presents.”

Alistair laughed.

“Oh dad, Santa isn’t real.”

“What makes you say that?”

You try to deflect, Maxwell was hoping for another year of illusion at least.

“Jake told me.”

Curse you, Jake.

“Well, it’s not that he’s not real, it’s more that you’re old enough to allow Santa to bring joy to another kid. He’ll make sure this year’s extra special, I’m sure of it.”

His expression scrunched, “That sounds rubbish.”

“Oh no,” Maxwell shook his head, “it’s very true.”

Alistair’s eyes flitted between both of you and you knew the game, keep a straight face just long enough for him to believe you.

“That’s cool.”

He continued to watch the Christmas special on the tv. Maxwell handed you your hot chocolate and slipped into his spot. He let you settle back before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

His words were soft, “Thank you, baby.”

You had gone to check on Alistair one last time before heading to bed.

“He’s out of it.”

Maxwell was already cosy under the duvet, glasses on as he read a battered copy of A Christmas Carol. Closing the door gently, you tiptoed across the room and slide into the other side, resting your fuzzy head on the pillow.

“How are you not dizzy reading after that drink?”

“Because I didn’t put an extra shot in mine.”

“Max!”

“What? You deserved it.”

You huff, you can’t stay mad at his stupid face, his wide toothy smile looking down on you.

“How did it go… with the present swap?”

He put his book down, “Fine.”

Maxwell was a man of little words when it came to his ex wife.

“You know you told Alistair that white lie about Santa Claus? Well, lucky for us, she managed to get that firehouse.”

“Of course,” you scoff.

The moment Maxwell lost his ‘wealth’, his then wife dropped him for someone who could pay the lifestyle she was after.

“Paid triple the amount for it.”

You let out a singular laugh.

“At least Alistair will be happy.”

“Do you think he’ll like what we got him?”

“Why do you ask?”

Maxwell’s brows furrowed, maybe he did make a mistake putting another measure of Irish cream in your hot chocolate.

“He knows we’re not necessarily as well off as his mom but I don’t want him thinking that we don’t love him as much because we can’t give him that.”

“Alistair knows we love him, maybe even more than his mother does.”

“We got him underwear,” you throw your arms up as you spoke.

“He needs new ones.”

“I know he does but we’re giving them as a present.”

“I was very happy when I got underwear one year.”

“You’re lucky to have a kid like him.”

“I’m lucky to have you too,” he said, cuddling closer. “Not every girlfriend would go from toy store to toy store trying to get a present for a kid that isn’t theirs.”

“You both mean the world to me.”

“And you’re everything to us.”

He cupped your cheek, feeling the heat seer through his palm before his lips met yours.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You can’t remember falling asleep, only Maxwell gently shaking you awake. In your groggy state, you could sense it was still dark out yet you rolled over to see him fully dressed.

“Alistair and I are heading out,” he whispered. “He forgot to get a present for his friend.”

“I’ll get dressed.”

“No, don’t get up. Have some time to yourself, ok baby? We might be a while.”

“Ok,” you immediately roll back over.

No offence to Maxwell but it was way too early and you were far too hungover to kick up a fuss, he told you to stay and you wouldn’t put up a fight about it.

The phone started to ring the moment you stepped out of the shower.

After a lie-in, you visited Mrs Zonana ahead of her Christmas party, hosted every year in the apartment complex’s courtyard. You offered to help in some way and after much persuasion, she had you and another neighbour putting up the gazebo and decorations. Then you got back and knocked up some cookies for the evening before getting ready.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“How’s your day going, Max?”

He groaned, “It’s gone fine but we’re running late, we’re waiting for the next bus. Do you mind if we meet you at Mrs Zonana’s?”

“Not at all, can’t promise there’ll be any food left.”

“It’s Mrs Zonana, she’ll save us a plate.”

You hum sarcastically.

“Don’t deny it, she loves me.”

You roll your eyes, “Am I being replaced?”

“Of course not,” the phone crackled, “I’ve got to go, love you.”

He hung up before you got the chance to reply.

When you finally made it downstairs, the outside was already buzzing. You made your way through the throng of your neighbours, stating you’d catch up later before reaching Mrs Zonana.

“Oh, I’ll make the boys their plates and keep them warm in the oven.”

“You don’t have to, they’re the ones running late.”

She battered you with a tea towel, which you were unable to decipher whether it was meant to be playful or if she really did want it to hurt.

“Sorry we’re late!”

Everyone practically cheered at Maxwell and Alistair’s arrival. You swiftly apologise to Nico to ensure you got to them first.

“Finally! Where have you two been?”

You jokingly put your hand on your hip and pout, Alistair giggling at your phoney expression because you, of all people, were never mad.

“Sorry, baby.”

“It’s not me you have to apologise to,” you smile wickedly as you sense Mrs Zonana’s presence.

“Alistair, come get yours and your father’s food.”

He runs away immediately.

“Did everything go ok?”

Maxwell hummed.

“You look exhausted.”

“I know but it’s all with a good intention.”

You rubbed your thumb along his cheek, warm in a rush to make it back, the faintest sensation of whiskers from lack of shaving.

“How have I not been greeted by my man yet?”

“Hola, Mrs Zonana.”

Maxwell slipped seamlessly into Spanish around her and you always prayed that they were saying kind words when your name popped up. You drew your attention to Alistair for a while and listened to him talk about his day with his father.

Occasionally, yours and Maxwell’s eyes would catch across the courtyard and you’d exchange the softest of smiles throughout the rest of the evening.

“I’m tired.”

Alistair was valiant in staying up, most of the other kids had gone to bed. He flopped onto the edge of the garden box with you and Maxwell, who had escaped another lecture on ancient artefacts from Mr Fennec.

“We should probably get you boys to bed, huh? It’s been a long day.”

They both groan, playfully collapsing their heads to your shoulders.

“Come on,” you ruffle Alistair’s hair.

After saying your goodbyes, the three of you strolled up to the apartment.

“I have never seen a boy this excited to go to bed,” you laugh.

Alistair had run ahead the moment you reached the walkway. Maxwell brought you closer, locked an arm around your waist and breathed you in.

“Don’t think I can blame him.”

The holidays were always tiring even when you were on your lonesome, you were always invited somewhere with someone and keeping up appearances was the norm. You spent years coming back, crashing onto the mattress before getting up to do the whole thing all over again. It was nice that the building party was the only real big deal this year.

Maxwell chose to do his office party by himself because why would you want to be surrounded by drunk, obnoxious salesmen for the evening? You were better off with Alistair baking cookies, watching a film and secretly helping him wrap presents for his father. Then Alistair’s mom took him to the school party and to meet Santa, attending the Christmas light switch on was the one event you happily obliged.

“Why are you taking so long?”

“Because we’re old,” Maxwell shouted as he and you approached.

“Did you hang mistletoe on the door?”

Your inquiry was met with a shrug.

“You do realise that I don’t need a Christmas tradition for an excuse to kiss you?”

“Ew,” Alistair fake barfed.

Maxwell rummaged to find the key in his pocket, refusing to let go of you. Alistair snatched it out of his hand as soon as it reemerged. Maxwell’s hand came to your jaw and gently, he eased you to face him. He stared at you with his brown puppy dog eyes, bringing his other hand to meet your cheek.

“Shouldn’t we be under the mistletoe?”

His face was illuminated by an orange glow as Alistair made his way inside.

“Too much effort,” he smiled before clashing your lips together.

It could be because he’s tired or the alcohol or the fact he was trying to make the kiss more of a pantomime for his son to endure but Maxwell was messy. He practically pinned your face to his with both hands, slipping his tongue passed your lips sloppily, forcing your body to turn backwards to the door.

You gasped for air when he finished.

“I like the enthusiasm.”

You take a couple of steps back to see his expression soften, he knew what he’d done, chose not to say anything.

Then you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

Wait, that wasn’t there when I left.

And suddenly the room seemed to fill with pinpricks of every colour.

“Merry Christmas!”

Alistair leapt from behind you and slowly, inch by inch, you took everything in. You didn’t utter a word, couldn’t even scream as your chest began to heave.

The tiny desk tree had been replaced with one triple the size, overloaded with baubles. Every wall was lined with string lights, the kitchen sill decorated with ornaments and tinsel and the focal point, three stockings hanging from the breakfast bar, embroidered with golden letters.

“Do you like it?”

You fall to your knees and squeeze Alistair hard. You put every ounce you had in you to hug that boy and kissed his head multiple times.

“I love it, Alistair, I love it so much,” your voice cracked.

“You’re crying.”

“They’re happy tears, I promise,” the words were catching in your throat.

“Let me take your coat, baby, Alistair’s got more to show you.”

“There’s more?”

Alistair was beaming up at you, nodding passionately.

Maxwell helped you pull yourself out of your coat, your body shaking as it failed to follow basic instruction. He trailed a hand down your spine as you attempted to get it together, wiping the tears that were already falling.

Taking your hand, Alistair showed you what else they’d done. The old tree had now taken pride of place at the end of the corridor between your rooms. There was more lights along the ceiling and the pictures on the walls had changed to winter scenes of snowfall, ice skating and carollers.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this just for me,” you smile, more tears forming.

“Well, I said about it to dad and he said he overheard us talking yesterday and felt like we should do something,” Alistair said. “Also I didn’t have any money and I couldn’t get up high so I needed some help.”

You couldn’t help hugging him again.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise.”

“Really?”

“Oh, I’m going to remember this one forever.”

Alistair excitedly returned to Maxwell to pass on the good news. Of course you were going to love it, Maxwell knew you would. Luck aligned for him, there was still some money left in the budget you two had built, Mrs Zonana gave a hefty contribution and Suzanne from the other block let him and Alistair hide whilst they also played look out.

Plenty of people loved you more than you realised.

He automatically hugged you when you came back, “You good?”

“There aren’t any more surprises are there, I don’t think I can cope.”

“Not from me.”

You laugh into his chest, “Thank god.”

He ran a hand through your hair, squeezing you a little tighter before reluctantly letting you go.

“Can I have another one of those hot chocolates?”

“Sure.”

“And me,” Alistair chimed in, “please.”

The three of you rested on the couch, Alistair retelling the day and how each decoration came to be. It felt like your heart could burst, he was so overjoyed. Maxwell’s arm was draped firmly over your shoulder, chest rising and falling slowly as sleep tried to take him.

You knew you spent too long in the bathroom, you worried Maxwell may have fallen asleep before he even got chance to see your gift. It was a risk you were taking but you hoped it would pay off.

“Maxwell. Are you asleep?”

“Just resting my eyes,” his head lulled against the headboard.

“Oh because I was hoping I could give you one of your presents early.”

He opened one eye, “Really?”

You hum, fingertips playing with the tie on your fluffy dressing gown.

“Well, you’ve been such a good boy these past couple of days,” you pull open the knot, “and I think you deserve it.”

You shrug your shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor with a light thud. Maxwell’s head snapped up, both eyes wide with the delight of seeing you dressed in nothing more than a see-through babydoll in bright red, nothing left to the imagination. Your bush freshly trimmed and nipples pert.

His smile brought the dimples to his cheeks. He leaned forward, gesturing with both hands.

“Come here.”

You saunter to the edge of the bed and he moves to you fit perfectly between his legs. His hands run up the backs of your thighs, fingers burying into your ass as he pressed his forehead to your stomach, the refreshing scent of your favourite perfume catching in his nostrils. He moved his hands to your hips before looking up at you drunkenly.

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

You hum, biting your lip sheepishly.

Whilst in the mall, deflated from toy shopping, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, leaving Maxwell amongst the other male shoppers in the seating area. As you walked, your eyes caught something in the window of a shop.

You only treated yourself to lingerie when it was a special occasion and after the day you two were having, it called for it.

Dress up wasn’t something you and Maxwell chose to do so, even though the enthusiastic sales assistant tried, you gravitated towards the little red number you wore tonight.

“I shouldn’t have got you tipsy last night, should I?”

You cup his face in your palms.

“It didn’t help.”

Brushing aside his stray hairs, you lean down and kiss him deeply, his back straightening to attention. You both part, catching your breaths.

“So, are you one of Santa’s naughty little elves or…”

Maybe you should have got the costume. You look at him, your eyelids low as the corner of your lips curled.

“I’d much rather be Mrs Claus.”

The smile grew back on his face.

“Now it’s time for you to go back to bed.”

Maxwell happily obliged. He made sure to look at the view in detail one more time before slipping his hands off you. Pushing back on the mattress, he rested on the pillow, hands tucked behind his head.

“Are you coming to tuck me in?”

You climb on the bed and crawl over his body, your index finger trailing along his underwear where his hardening cock was becoming visible.

“Not until…”

Your faces meet and he waits in anticipation for your next line, it doesn’t come easily. You think of all the seasonal puns but they’re all ridiculous - candy cane, north or south pole, Christmas has cum early?

He breaks first, a singular laugh ruining any chance of you being a seductive Mrs Claus.

“Hard to keep up the charade?”

“Yeah,” your expression scrunches. “I don’t think ‘not getting rid of your south pole’ does what I want it to do.”

He snorts at the terminology.

“Want me to take the rein?”

You thought he was going to make some sort of sleigh ride joke but nothing came after. He calmly brushed the hair from your face, breathing and heartbeat steady, his expression soft. Maxwell didn’t usually take control but this time, he seemed so sure.

“Ok.”

Then something changed, his pupils blew a dark black.

“Turn around.”

You listened, swapping your legs over each side. His hands travel up your legs before they claw your ass apart and you instinctively arch your back to offer him a better view. His cock twitched beneath the cotton fabric.

“Wet as always.”

“Always for you.”

He hummed, glad you were facing the other way round because he could feel the temperature rise in his cheeks.

You kiss the skin above the waistband of his underwear then lick in one motion, sending a shiver along Maxwell’s spine. He returns the favour, kissing the creases that joined your legs to your butt before spreading his tongue over your folds.

You shudder, leaning back further to try and catch the tip of his nose.

He knew exactly what you were doing, “Behave.”

You grumble, pouting your lips as you glance over your shoulder. You couldn’t see much past the sight of your ass but you caught each other’s eye.

Your fingers play with the elastic before you gradually peel his underwear off, inspecting his throbbing bright tip, precum glistening. To behave would be to not take the top in your mouth and spread your tongue over but you were going to get him back for his little remark, that and you were hungry for him. Dampening your lips, you took Maxwell in your mouth, rewarded with his lengthily moan.

“Oh fuck,” he says as you take him further, “you are not behaving.”

He felt your soft laugh against him, the vibrations pleasing enough to have him creeping closer to the edge.

There was only one way to play this game.

Swallowing hard, he spreads you wider before teasing you along your outer lips, soothing with his tongue after a gentle nip. You breath with a sigh and just as he gets you into a false sense of security, he buries himself into your weeping cunt.

You pull up, Maxwell’s cock falling with a slap to his navel as you gasp and whimper.

“Put me back in your mouth, baby, I don’t want you waking up Alistair.”

You massage his balls lightly and the air hisses through his teeth, he was going to blow if you weren’t careful.

“And what about you?”

Maxwell was the most vocal lover you’d encountered. He didn’t respond, returning to your cunt with more finesse, his tongue working against your blooming clit.

You let out a choked whine before wrapping your lips around his tip and sweeping around with your tongue. You felt his groan run through every nerve ending, your walls clamping round him. Slowly you took his length into your throat and back up again, picking up the pace according to his movements.

You couldn’t tell how long the pair of you were locked like this, in this pure unadulterated bliss.

He only came up for air to sing your praises and for his final admittance, “I’m so close, baby.”

You already knew that.

His hips had bucked a few times to get his cock further into that little throat of yours, the sound of you gagging sweeter than any music. His body was tensing, his grip on your hips making them numb, he was forcing himself not to cum out of the want of making you cum first.

“This is your treat, Maxwell,” you say after releasing his cock with a pop. “How do you want me?”

“I want to watch you bounce on my dick until we both cum.”

You smile coyly, turning yourself to face him, “Now that’s some Christmas magic I can do.”

Straddling his hips, you kiss him squarely on the lips and force him to lay with his back firmly on the mattress. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you taste the tang of your arousal before pulling back, teeth nipping his bottom lip.

You lift yourself up, taking his cock in your hand as you line it up with your entrance. Eyes focusing on him, you slowly sink down, Maxwell releasing a choked gasp when just his tip slides between your folds.

His eyes flick up and down your frame as his palms trail your thighs, encouraging you to take his length.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you lower yourself, a soft hum as he fills you. His cock twitches, his head falling back, eyelashes fluttering shut as you held steady.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You sit for a minute, inner walls pulsing as your aching pussy readjusts to the stretch of his girth. All this time together and you still hadn’t gotten used to how heavy his cock was. He feels fingertips grazing the skin of his chest and opens his eyes. You’re gazing down at him, eyelids low but he could still catch the glint in your eye.

“I thought you wanted to watch.”

Oh, he did but he fucking adored how you felt around him, he could stay like this all night if you allowed him. But you started to raise your hips, your other hand lifting the fabric to your waist so he could see the drag of your folds.

He groaned, not too loud yet not too soft, just enough for it to hit your ears.

“Like that?”

You tease as you drop back down, knocking the air out of his lungs. He can’t answer, can barely move his head because his mind is solely on your pussy around his cock. You gradually begin to pick up the pace when your legs stop protesting, the slap of your skin against his getting stronger, his fingers digging further into the flesh of you.

A squeaking moan escapes you every time you bounce from him, lips sealed together as you try to keep the volume down. You can still hear Maxwell, his hushed praises blending into his second language, his throat bulging as he tries to contain his grunts and groans.

Your walls were tightening, your hips stuttering when the tip of his cock hit somewhere new as you rolled your pelvis forward. His lips crashed into yours, swallowing the honeyed groan that came deep from your chest. He held you in place, your legs shaking with anticipation.

You could feel your arousal spilling between your thighs, preparing you for the final chase, the spark igniting low in your belly.

Maxwell coiled his arms around your waist, removing his lips from yours as he nudged his nose against your cheek. You catch your breath, fingers drawing circles over his shoulder blades before you finally looked in his big brown eyes. Always soft and sincere even though you were about to ruin him, he would happily take it.

You kiss his lips, palms moving to settle on either side of his neck. Lifting your ass a little, you let him shuffle his legs closer to boost you up before you rolled your hips.

A moan escapes you as your clit grazes the hairs above his cock. He sighs, lips parting as he focuses on your movements, your walls twitching around his aching cock. His broad palms fall from your waist and over the curve of your ass, fingers sinking into the muscle as he guides you up his length.

“That’s it,” he says breathily.

And when you get going again, you feel the tingle as it dances along your skin, your belly warming. Maxwell’s hands following as you bounce, legs locking beneath your weight.

Both of your hot and heavy breaths trickle down your flushed chest, his soft grunts seeping into your ears. Your hands trail over his outline, the shiver shooting up his spine as your fingertips tease.

His head fell forward and you pulled him close to your body, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Keeping on hand on his back, you draw the other to his hair, the colour no longer a fake blonde. Your fingers delve into his thick roots and tug gently, the noise he makes having you close your eyes, riding his cock as fast as your ceasing legs would allow.

His hands grip tighter, his tongue so loose he can barely get the words out to warn you as his balls recede and he coats your walls. He manages to hold you down as you hiss through your teeth, body trembling as your own orgasm surges through your body.

“Shit, Max,” you choke.

Your cunt pulsates, milking him for every last drop before your muscles relax. He groans your name passionately, his body going limp, back hitting the mattress with a loud exhale.

You keep your eyes closed, your hand reaching for his chest as it rose, filling the lungs with much needed oxygen. Your legs shudder with an aftershock, his hand coming to your wrist. You blink, the room coming into focus and you catch his lopsided grin as he gazed up at you in a blissed out state.

“Best present a guy could ask for,” he chuckles.

You giggle, brushing the hair from your face with your free hand. Lifting your hips, you slide off his cock, thick white cum dribbling from your folds before you crawled up the bed to settle next to him.

He snakes an arm under your neck, across your shoulders to draw you closer to his chest. You snuggle to his frame, draping a leg in between his, hand fixed to his chest as his heartbeat slowed.

Glancing up, his eyes are already closed. You knew he was exhausted, all the rushing around, trying to give everyone the best Christmas, making up for all the ones he’d missed. All you wanted to do was tell him he didn’t have to but he wouldn’t listen.

Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he came to in the morning, your side of the bed was empty. He could hear life outside of the door, the faint strip of sunlight breaking through the curtains. Stretching, he tried to find his t-shirt before guessing you borrowed it when Alistair came to wake someone.

In the now cramped living room, he saw you and Alistair on the couch, huddled under a blanket with mugs in your hands. The pair of you had soft smiles and were whispering to one another, you attempting to understand what was happening on the kids show you were watching. A few more presents had made an appearance under the tree, sugar cookies filling a plate on the coffee table.

“Morning,” his voice sounded groggy, vocal cords not quite ready to talk.

“Morning dad!”

“Morning, coffee’s fresh if you want some.”

Your smile grows at his arrival before he comes down and kisses you. He continues to watch you both while he wanders round the kitchen, semi listening to what was happening on the tv. Returning with a mug of coffee, Maxwell leans over and grabs a handful of cookies, met with a little groan from Alistair who had to tilt sideways to see the screen.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers before sitting down.

You wriggle to make room as he slumps into his usual spot. After he’s got comfy, you nestle back against him and he drapes an arm over your shoulder. His lips come to the crown of your head.

“You ok?”

“Perfect,” he strokes your cheek as you drop your head back. “Feels like Christmas.”

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heliads · 2 years

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I would love Derek Hale with prompt 10 please!

there are so many derek hale requests for this event. i mean i love it but i have to say i was not expecting it

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Derek Hale has gotten himself into trouble. Again.

He would like to point out that this isn’t entirely his fault, except for the fact that it kind of is. Derek was just trying to mind his own business as a werewolf in a town that strictly hates his type, and of course that was invitation enough for someone to try and kill him. Man, he’s sick of this.

Derek briefly ponders the possibility of packing his bags and trying to move towns again, of starting a new life and watching it slide back to Beacon Hills again. Everyone tries to leave, everyone comes back. Maybe it’s the thrill of having to fight to survive day in and day out that makes a normal day feel worthless, like Derek is only truly living when he’s a few moments from death.

It’s dramatic, certainly, but not entirely wrong. Derek has plenty of time to consider his own strange fascination with death now that he’s so close to it. He had been heading to his apartment late one night when a pickup truck had pulled up alongside him. Derek had just enough time to see that it was packed with hunters like a clown car before one shot wolfsbane in his face. After that, he was unconscious, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time for free thinking.

Derek woke up about half an hour ago. His head is still reeling from the wolfsbane. That, and the fact that he’s trapped in some hunter’s dingy basement with his hands chained behind his back. It’s sweltering down here, one rusty fan trying to do the job of thousands. It creaks and whirs somewhere to Derek’s left. He’d almost rather embrace the sheer heat of the place rather than listen to it groan through its cycles for another few hours.

Of course, he’s being ridiculous. If he’s been kidnapped by hunters, Derek has a lot more pain about to come his way than just the irritation of an overly obnoxious ceiling fan. He can already see the instruments of his suffering laid out on a table to his right: tasers, knives, pliers, and whatnot. He swears the hunters get special pleasure in just reminding him what could happen, all the torture he’s about to experience. All that, and then they go about their day jobs like normal men.

How is that fair, he wants to ask? How is it that these people can spend their nights shooting bows and arrows at teenage kids and young men who can’t seem to shake their own death wish? They can torture and maim like Bond villains, but the second Derek’s eyes start glowing, he’s the monster. It makes no sense, but that’s just the way things have always been. Around here, legacy is all you need to convince someone of the lines to draw.

A sound from across the room; someone coming down the stairs. They must have noticed that he’d woken up by now. This is where it begins, then. He lets his eyes flicker briefly shut, trying to remember what it’s like to stand still with no broken bones, no healing magic racing to sew him shut again.

A bucket of ice cold water splashes against his front. Derek blinks the frigid liquid from his eyes and glares balefully up at the hunter before him.

“I was already awake, you asshole.” He spits.

The hunter just chuckles. “I know. I wanted you to be ready for this.”

Derek grimaces inwardly. “That’s how it’s going to be, then?”

The hunter inclines his head. “You’re a monster, and that’s how we treat vermin around here. We stomp them out.”

“If you’re going to stomp me out,” Derek says cynically, “you might as well just shoot me through the chest and get this over with. You won’t believe a word I say, so just save both of us time.”

The hunter pretends to think about this. “I don’t think so. I won’t be robbed of my fun, not for a killer like you.”

Derek narrows his eyes. “I’m the killer? Out of curiosity, how many members of your family have I murdered in cold blood? Compare that with how much family I’ve lost, you don’t seem like so much of a saint anymore.”

“Shut up,” the hunter hisses, and throws a switch on the panel by his side. Instantly, Derek’s entire body spasms as dozens of volts worth of electricity arc throw him.

Just as he’s sure he can’t take it anymore, the hunter turns off the shocks and Derek is allowed to hang limply once more, a faint sizzling the only sign that he’d been in such grievous pain. Yet another wonderful afternoon is ahead of him. Derek grits his jaw and readies himself to take it.

Despite his fears, however, Derek won’t be suffering for long. The hunter has barely gotten started before the door creaks open again. Both Derek and the hunter turn to stare quizzically at the door in unison. The hunter looks confused; clearly, he’s the only one who’s supposed to be down here right now.

He shouts out to the resounding quiet. “Who’s there?”

No answer. The hunter shrugs and turns back to Derek. The second his back is turned, Derek sees movement in the shadows, someone slipping away from the door and towards him. Derek can only hear their movements through his supernatural hearing. To someone like the human hunter, there would be nothing at all.

That’s why the mysterious assailant is able to sneak up on the hunter without them ever noticing. Derek sees a flicker of an arm raised, and then something heavy connects with the hunter’s head. The hunter groans in pain and rears around to face a young woman standing behind him. She greets him with a punch to the head, and judging by the snap of bone that ripples throughout the room, she’s broken his nose.

A few more hits and the hunter is done for the count. Derek whistles under his breath as the other man falls gracelessly to the ground, taking out a stack of folding chairs while he’s at it. Derek has no idea who this young woman is, but she’s clearly qualified. The hunters are good fighters, and the fact that she was able to take out this one so quickly is pretty impressive.

“Wow,” he whispers, “I don’t think I’ve ever admired someone more than I do right now.”

The young woman snorts. “What, I show up to stop you from getting tortured and it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen? You should really up your standards.”

She grins at him as she undoes his restraints. Derek rotates his wrists, trying to encourage at least a little circulation back into his screaming skin, and takes the advantage of these extra moments to try and get a better glimpse of his savior.

“Who are you?” He asks.

She glances up from where she’s tying up the hunter. “Y/N L/N.”

Derek frowns. “L/N. I’ve heard that name before.”

Y/N nods. “I’m a friend of Allison Argent. She and I go way back. When we found out our families were hunters, we defected together. Allison’s been like a younger sister to me for a while, I was glad to hear that she got out.”

Derek’s brow furrows. “So you’re a hunter?”

“Ex hunter,” she clarifies, “I had a conscience problem when it came down to killing random people all because they received the bite, so the family lifestyle didn’t really suit me anymore. I’m sure you can understand.”

“I definitely can,” Derek says, and is surprised to find himself smiling.

Y/N seems surprised as well. “You know, before I left they warned me that you were a total grouch. Looks like I don’t have that much to be worried about.”

Derek considers defending his right to be grouchy due to the prevalence of hunters in his hometown, but before he can aptly summon up the words, Y/N is gesturing towards the door.

“Come on, most of the hunters have left the house for the afternoon. If we leave now, we should be able to avoid them and get out of here.”

Getting out sounds like a fantastic plan to Derek, so he follows her without another word. They head out of the basement and up into the main floor of the house. From there, it’s a matter of navigating the twisting halls until they reach the door.

Derek and Y/N have a close call in which they almost stumble into a room filled with three hunters, but Derek hears their murmurs just soon enough to pull Y/N back before she walks inside. They wait for a second, pressed up against the wall, hearts pounding, before they judge the coast to be clear and head on.

Y/N’s car is parked around the block, and they drive back to Scott McCall’s house. Apparently there was a whole plan to break Derek out, which he has to admit he appreciates. He makes sure to thank Y/N once they get inside safely, something which surprises almost everyone there.

The rest of the pack is gathered inside, Lydia and Kira researching nearby packs while Scott and Stiles discuss further options for freeing Derek if today’s plot hadn’t worked. They all fall silent when Derek and Y/N walk inside.

Scott looks up with a grateful smile. “Glad to see you both. We were worried there would be more of an altercation, did everything go alright?”

Derek nods. “Y/N was great back there. She took out the hunter interrogating me in about thirty seconds.”

Stiles blinks doubtfully up at Derek. “Was that a compliment? Y/N, are you sure you actually grabbed Derek and not his more friendly identical twin?”

Derek flashes the boy a cold stare. “I am capable of being nice, Stiles. I just don’t want to do it to you.”

Y/N coughs to hide a laugh. “It all went well, don’t worry about that. Plus, we now know how to get in and out of that house if need be. All in all, a pretty successful venture.”

Scott nods. “That’s good to hear. I think we’re all free to go if we don’t have anything else to bring up.”

Derek takes that as his cue to head home. Y/N walks out with him, and they end up talking by her car for a while longer. Derek can’t say that he minds the extra chance to get to know her.

“So,” he says, “you’re Allison’s friend, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I would remember someone like you.”

Did he say that out loud? Derek is instantly hit by a very severe bout of regret, but it all washes away when Y/N beams at him.

“No, I’ve been mainly helping out on the sidelines,” she says, “Makes it easier to have a spy on the inside if no one really associates me with the rest of you.”

“You’re always welcome to drop by whenever you want,” Derek mentions as casually as he can, “We could definitely use your help in the future. It’s always good to have some reinforcements, you know? Stiles is definitely more of a talker than a fighter, so I’d be glad to have you on my side.”

Y/N laughs. “Stiles is certainly brains not brawn, although I think his sarcasm could be used as a weapon if he so desired. I’d love to be more active in your pack, though. You guys seem like a really good bunch.”

“So you liked what you saw?” Derek asks teasingly.

Y/N responds in the same form. “You could say that. Maybe I liked one of you more than the rest.”

Derek decides to take a risk. “If that’s true, maybe I could help you out with getting to know that someone. I can give you my number.”

“I think I’d like that quite a bit,” Y/N smiles, and rummages in her bag to grab her phone.

They talk for a while longer before Y/N gets in her car and leaves. Derek is left standing on the sidewalk, watching her drive away and wondering how he could possibly get so lucky.

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Patrols 2 ⎯ Joel Miller One-Shot

Pairings: Joel Miller x Nonbinary!Reader Fandom: The Last of Us MASTERLIST Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Cursing, gore, guns SUMMARY: You and Joel go to check out the Ski Lodge and find some "squatters".

A/N I love writing banter so fucking much! This part is a bit of a filler chapter but it's gonna set things up for the next few

You requested to have Joel Miller as your patrol partner every day after that day in the pines. He didn’t push you to explain why you reacted that way and you greatly appreciated it. Joel was chill–much unlike Jesse.

“Come on Y/N, you gotta stop telling everyone I’m annoying.”

Think of the devil and he shall appear. “Jesse, lying is immoral.” You tightened the straps on Ochre’s saddle and gave him a teasing smile.

Jesse feigned pain, “You wound me, dude,”

“Good.” He narrowed his eyes at you and it made you chuckle. “Hey, Miller.”

“What squirrel crawled up your ass this mornin’, Joel?”

Joel shot Jesse a glare which shut the younger man right up. You enjoyed watching Jesse suffer. It was a little sadistic of you but Jesse was annoying as shit. He was a good kid… but your patience was running thin with him.

You climbed onto Ochre’s back, “We’re going out to the Ski Lodge today, how fun is that?”

Jesse scratched Ochre’s neck, “Sounds so fun! Especially since you’re going with Captain Smiles himself.”

“Boy, if you don’t get to doing whatever the hell you’re assigned to do today…” Joel’s threat trails off as Jesse rolls his eyes at you.

It was astounding how he could keep going without being worried about Joel. You found it very entertaining when Jesse was giving other people shit. “See ya later, Y/N.” He doesn’t even bother saying bye to Joel which makes you snort.

“You know he likes you,” You joke, and Joel shakes his head before leading the way.

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The ride is peaceful and quiet, the sun rises above the trees casting beautiful light rays onto the worn path. You liked when the mornings were nice and slow. You took a lot of deep breaths of the fresh forest air and sighed softly each time. Nature was something to behold. You missed your old polaroid camera from before the outbreak.

You still had a lot of the photos you took–it was one of the few things you recovered from your childhood home. Your senior trip was that September in 2013 and you had a tendency to overpack–so much film and your entire film photo album were shoved into your carry-on bag. Mom said it was too much but you were thankful that you ignored her pleas to pack lighter.

If you had listened… you wouldn’t have anything tangible to look back on and remember your family. Even if things weren’t always the best–you loved them all. Even your annoying older brothers and overbearing father.

“We’re here,” Just down the hill was the lodge, “Someone said they saw lights going off in here two nights ago.”

“Then how come we’re just now checking it out?”

Joel shrugged, “Suppose nobody else wanted to do it. I know I didn’t.”

“Understandable, the ride is a bit long.” You guys tie the horses to a post and begin making your way down toward the lodge. “If we don’t find anything do we have any other patrols to make besides the usual?”

“Since we’re already out here I’d like to check out the cabins about a mile north, then make a big loop back. We’d be back around dark.”

“Alright, let’s get to it then, Texas.”

The lodge is eerily quiet–normally that would be good but you were expecting some kind of jump scare. You poke your head into the rooms and do quick sweeps, Joel does the same downstairs. There’s that same skeleton sitting on the balcony only now it has a piece of a mirror in its boney hand. You grab the broken piece of mirror and make your way toward Joel.

Voices startle you into a crouch as you look down the stairs carefully.

“I saw someone walk in here, I’m not fucking stupid!”

The other person scoffed, “Yea, sure you did, May. I don’t see anybody.”

“Maybe if you shut the hell up and look for them we’d find them,” May says, stomping away from the second voice.

You slowly walked into one of the vacant rooms and lightly pushed the door shut and moved toward the window. Upon peeking outside you noticed the horses were still secured on the hill. That was one good thing–until you made eye contact with Joel who was sneaking up on one of the people. He choked them out quickly and dragged them behind a bush.

This should be fun.

You sighed, readying yourself for a fight. Someone was walking up the stairs and you reached for the empty pillowcase on the floor, no reason to spill blood with these random people. They pushed the door open as you stood behind it–when they stepped inside you pulled the pillowcase over their head and squeezed.

Luckily they were smaller than you were and went down relatively easily. You bound their hands with sheets from the bed and removed any weapons from their person. There was at least one more person that you knew of inside the lodge. Joel must be occupied. You’d take care of it.

The stairs creaked under your feet and you pressed against the wall when who you assumed to be May walked past.

“Where the fuck are you?” They whispered under their breath and you bit your lip. A brown head popped up outside the window and you squinted, realizing it was Joel. He looked at you and then at May and you shook your head.

Mouthing to Joel you said, “I got them.” He nodded at you once–you liked that about Joel, he never crowded you or doubted your abilities. Even if you were ten or so years younger, he understood it wasn’t his place to treat you like a child. The only person he would hover over was Ellie and she hated that shit.

It’s funny how stubborn that girl is.

You reached into your pack for that rope you always carried–it came in handy plenty of times. Once it was secure in your hands you waited for May to turn around and sprung into action. They were significantly taller than you so you couldn’t go over their head to choke them.

May reacted quicker than the last person and you struggled to maintain the upper hand, gritting your teeth as they tried to fight. You held your breath and yanked harder–they tried reaching around themself to push at you.

Once they realized that was useless May pushed the weight of their body into you–pressing you against the lodge counter harshly. It knocked the wind out of your lungs and your hands dropped as you gasped for air.

The sound of you gasping was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Not so quiet anymore.

Their gun was pulled on you, a handgun that May was clearly familiar with. “Stay right where you fucking are!” Their voice was sharp, your attempt at choking them must have hurt.

You narrow your eyes and make note of how they’re standing. May leans to one side as if they have a limp and it makes you feel much calmer. Even with the barrel of their pistol right in your face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, treading carefully and watching every movement May makes.

“I’m asking the questions!” May jerked the gun closer, “Who are you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Who are you?”

May scoffs at you, “Funny, I should shoot you right now!”

“Yea, probably. But you didn’t, your mistake.” You thrust their hands upward and the gun fires, the sound makes you wince as Joel gets May into a chokehold. “Thanks.” He nods once. “How many more of you are there?”

They struggle against Joel’s grip as you yank their pistol from their hand. “Answer the question.” He tightens his hold for a second and when May taps Joel’s arm he releases some of the pressure.

“Four.” They hold up a shakey hand with the same amount of fingers up. “There’s five of us in total…”

You made eye contact with Joel, “How many did you get?”

“Three.” Your heart dropped–there was someone who you guys missed. That gunshot was not good. “You?”

“Just one. Almost got this one. I’m going to find the straggler.”

Joel shakes his head and tightens his hold until May’s body goes limp. “We’re going to find the straggler. Chances are they’re hiding because they heard the gunfire.”

You drop down and bound May’s limbs, you didn’t like risking being caught off guard. “Probably. Let’s find out.” You cock May’s pistol, the handle felt worn down and well-loved. That thought felt ironic as you and Joel carefully walked through the Lodge side by side.

Once again, the quiet irked you. “I don’t like this at all, Joel.” Your voice was barely audible but you knew he heard.

“Me neither,” He exhaled a breath and stopped walking–cutting you off so you bumped into him. “I have an idea.”

You tipped your head up to meet his eyes, “Is it a good one?”

Joel shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll find out, just follow me.”

“We goin’ home?” You asked curiously, trying to figure out what exactly he had planned.

He looked over his shoulder with a smile on his face, “Yea, we are.”

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