#i had a plan they ignored the plan and proceeded to fuck like rabbits what can you do

[pastafossa]

The Red Thread: Chapter 128 🔥

Nice long smutty chapter this week, almost 8-goddamn-k because ya’ll love a good smut dump, and sure enough there’s very little that isn’t filth, I promised you sin and now WE GET SIN! So make sure you have some time set aside!

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

“Go ahead,” he breathed fiercely, and he hoped you could sense through the thread what he was giving to you, what he wanted to give to you as your hand began to shake, clenching in his shirt. He’d wanted you like this since he’d first seen you tonight, or maybe since he’d first seen this side of you in the woods beneath the whispering trees, blood like victory on his tongue. “Go ahead, sweetheart. You can have me. Take what you need.”

“Mine?” you whispered tentatively, one word in two planes, pressure on his skin and deep within, the shape of it slipping through the gates he’d thrown wide for you so that the word might settle into the very heart of him.

He gently brought his hands up to cup your face, tilting you up so he could gift a word back to you. “Yours.”

Wordcount: 7,859

Warnings for this chapter: right then, you ready? Here we go! Warnings for dom!Reader, sub!Matt, possessive!Reader which includes biting, Matt's really fucking obvious silk kink, face sitting, Jane being dangerous af in her heels, a shit ton of edging, some psychic temperature play, mild restraint, and the mention of a safeword (not used).

Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out

RETURN OF OUR ADULT CONTENT GIF, Matt, seen here getting ready to drown.

#the red thread #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x f!reader #x reader #reader #fanfic #fic #daredevil #matt murdock #dom!reader #sub!matt murdock #not sfw content ahoy #i'm not even sorry #i had a plan they ignored the plan and proceeded to fuck like rabbits what can you do #my unedited version had like 4k words and now it's doubled #thought about splitting it but there was no good place so you all just get a nice delicious smut dump #the heels stay on #jane domming the hell out of matt and he is here for it #matt spilling his kinks left and right as hound runs him over like a freight train

[heavyhitterheaux]

For Jack and FL concepts 💘

How about Jack being dared to ignore FL for about 24/7 but he ends up caving in and talking to her within an hour or so

Slight NSFW 🤭🤭🤭

“So in other words, yall want me in an early grave?” Jack asked as all of PG were sitting around the living room trying not to laugh.

“Just for 24 hours. You can last that long.” Ace said but Urban quickly disagreed with him.

“Are we talking about the same person who literally doesn't shut up about his wife? Like ever?”

“HEY! NOT TOO MUCH ON ME NOW! NOT MY FAULT THE MAJORITY OF YALL ARE SINGLE AND MISERABLE.”

“We got 100 dollars each for you if you do it.”

“I can't ignore my wife. What if she needs me or if I need her for something?” Jack asked as they all exchanged glances.

“Don't you have to get her back for the prank she pulled last week?”

“Well yeah, but….”

“Let's do it then.”

“Yall will be planning my funeral later, just a fair warning.”

Jack was at home waiting for you since you had been out all day because he sent you to get your hair and nails done and just have a day to relax since it's been so hectic for you lately.

He heard the door open and took a deep breath, anticipating for you to come sit near him.

Once you stepped into the house, you promptly hung up your keys and went to find your husband to show off your hair and nails.

You heard the television on in the living room, so that's where you assumed he was.

“Hi, babe. Do you like my hair?” You asked while leaning down to kiss him which he didn't return and you were extremely confused.

You had gotten your natural hair pressed and curled and knew that was one of Jack’s favorite looks on you.

When he didn't say anything, you leaned down to kiss him again, but he turned away from you, leaving you even more confused.

“Baby, what's wrong?”

Silence.

“Smush, are you going to talk to me or what?” You asked him and you started to play with his beard.

Silence.

“Hmm. Be that way then.” You rolled your eyes and shrugged before deciding to go upstairs and change your clothes go get comfortable while Jack immediately grabbed his phone to text PG.

Jack- I CAN’T DO THIS

Ace- How long has she been home?

Jack- 15 MINUTES

Quiiso- 23 hours and 45 minutes to go!

Jack- Do yall know how hard it was for me to not kiss her back!?!? She looks so fucking good 😭

Urb- Simp 🙄

Shloob- Stay strong. You got this.

2fo- Tell baby girl I need some more of that gumbo she made last week

Jack- 2fo, I am having a crisis. The last thing I'm focusing on is you getting fed. She probably won't feed me for a month after this smh

Jack- Or have sex with me

Quiiso- You can take a break, yall fuck like rabbits smh

Urb- Tell me about it 😒

Jack- NOT THE POINT

Ace- Text us with an update in an hour

Once you had gotten upstairs, you slipped off the clothes you were wearing and put on your pink and black lingerie set, knowing that Jack was going to fold once he saw you in it.

You had a feeling that this was supposed to be some sort of prank and that PG was behind it and instantly wanted to put an end to it.

You laid down for about 45 minutes before going back downstairs and finding Jack in the same spot that you left him in.

He heard the clicking of your heels across the floor and once he looked up at you, he did a double take which made you smirk.

You promptly sat down on his lap and felt him tense up as he was trying to do his best to ignore you.

“Baby….” You said as you began to kiss down his neck and your hand immediately went to play in his beard once again.

Not getting a response out of him, you quickly decided to do something that would make him fold.

You slid off his lap and kneeled down in front of him as you undid his belt and proceeded to take off his pants as well as his boxer briefs.

He still hadn't said anything at this point as you took off your bra and slowly took him in your mouth.

Jack threw his head back in pleasure as he was doing everything in his power not to make a sound.

You released him from your mouth with a pop as it was replaced by your hands.

“I know this feels good, baby. I want to hear you.”

Silence.

“Still don't want to talk?”

You took him back in your mouth and he let out a small whimper and knew that you had him right where you wanted.

Increasing your pace, you knew he was close as he held onto your neck and making sure not to mess up your hair. It would only be a matter of time before he came undone before you.

Another minute or so passed when you felt his load shoot into the back of your throat.

“FUCK!”

You continued to move him in and out of your mouth as he was riding out his high and a series of curses erupted from him.

“Shiiiiit, baby. That's my good girl. You look so pretty with me in your mouth. Keep going.”

Once you felt him release in your mouth once more, you quickly looked up at him.

“I knew you’d fold. How much did they say that they were going to give you?” You asked as he rolled his eyes as you lined yourself up with him as you sat down, making both of you moan out in pleasure.

“100 each.” Jack breathed out as your arms went around his neck.

“Hmm.”

All you did was stop abruptly, making him look at you like you were crazy as you reached over for your phone.

You- He lasted an hour and ten minutes

Quiiso- Should have known

Urb- What the? My mans is down bad smh

Ace- What the!?!?

2fo- What did you even do for him to fold?

“Baby, come on, what are you doing? Your man is in front of you wanting you to make him cum.”

“Oh, look who learned how to talk. I'm texting PG.”

“For what?”

“I know they put you up to this so I told them you only lasted for an hour and ten minutes. I'm guessing it was supposed to be all day?”

You- Yall know what I did. Sucked his dick of course. Works every time 😜

Ace- SMH

“And for ignoring me for an hour and ten minutes, you're eating me out for an hour and ten minutes.”

“You act like that's a punishment. Hurry up and ride me so we can get to it.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow blurb #first lady of pg

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

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[quiteanabyss]

Hello Love! Good morning, Happy Holidays, all that good stuff! Do you have any HCs for the boys buying pets for their partner for Christmas? Who would/wouldn't, what kind of animals would they get, things like that 🥰

Hi Desi!  Thank you for your request, and what a cute one!

As we all know, a pet is for life, and not just for Christmas.  So we’ll assume this has been discussed and pre-agreed.

Pets with ... Adam Sackler, Charlie Barber, and Paterson

TW: The second one has references to Daddy Kink.  The third one contains references to fertility issues.

Adam Sackler

You always had pets growing up, but the Brooklyn apartment you and Adam share is roughly the size of a shoebox, so a larger pet is out of the question

One afternoon a few days before Christmas you drag him to the pet store, with the intention of not coming home until you’ve chosen something.  After an hour of wandering around, you’ve almost given up, when you hear one of the employees yell “Ow!  Fucker!” and jerk their hand out of a small cage, with a small, furry creature attached to it.

It’s a hamster, and it looks just like the one you had when you were growing up.  

Adam doesn’t look convinced, but after you whisper in his ear exactly how you plan to show him your gratitude, he buys you the little fluffball, and spends a small fortune on various accessories.

You name her Nibbles.  She lives up to her name by attacking you every time you put your hand in her cage.

Adam calls her Nipples, and pretends to mishear you each time you correct him.

After the third time you both look up mid-fuck to find her holding onto the bars of her cage and staring intently at you, Adam insists that you cover the cage before sex can commence.

You tell him he’s being a prude.

He tells you you chose a hamster who’s a pervert, and she’s a furry little freeloader who contributes nothing to the household.

But he’s also the one who spends an entire day tearing the apartment to pieces when she gets out of her cage, finally finding her cowering behind the refrigerator.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” he growls, depositing her gently back in her home.  “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he tells her, as he makes sure the cage door is tightly fastened.  And then he gives her a couple of treats.

When you get home and ask why the apartment is in such a state, Adam feigns complete ignorance about the matter.

This is between him and Nipples.

Charlie Barber

Henry gets to choose the name, which is how you end up with a black and white female rabbit named Batman.

Although you and Henry had done plenty of research on keeping an indoor rabbit, you weren’t prepared for quite how destructive Batman turns out to be.

Charlie keeps right out of it at first.  He doesn’t not like animals, but he didn’t grow up with pets, so he doesn’t really quite get the point of having an animal in the house.

He does get involved, however, when she chews through his laptop cable.

Henry is at a friend’s house for the night, which is fortunate, because he would have learned a lot of choice new vocabulary.

You can guess what happened from the ranting coming from the other room, so you sit and wait until Charlie appears with his mangled cable in one hand, and an unrepentant baby rabbit kicking and flailing in the other.

“Your furry child is misbehaving again,” says Charlie, handing her to you.  She immediately climbs up your chest, and burrows her face under your chin.

“Poor thing,” you say in a sing-song voice to Batman, stroking her soothingly, and glaring at Charlie.  “Is daddy being mean to you?”

Charlie’s nostrils flare, but he just throws himself down onto the far end of the sofa in a huff, and orders himself a new cable from the Apple website.  He then sends you a series of messages, which all turn out to be links to recipes for rabbit on Pinterest.

“Daddy is a bad, bad man,” you murmur to sweet, innocent Batman, who has never done anything wrong in her life.  And who is now sleeping on your chest like a little baby angel.  “All this fuss over a silly little cable.”

You don’t look at Charlie at all.  But you can feel his gaze on you, and you know from previous experience just how dark his eyes will be right now.  

He hates that you’re ignoring him, and being a bit of a brat.

As soon as you put yours and Henry’s pet away for the night, your man is going to show you just how bad he is.

You smile.  

Paterson

There’s a fish tank in the waiting room at the clinic.  Every time you go for an appointment, Pat notices that you make a point of situating yourself near to it.  And rather than reaching for one of the months-old magazines provided, you sit and stare at the brightly coloured fish inside, your eyes following them as you track their movements with a little smile on your face.

“They’re so pretty,” you tell him, when he asks you about it.  “I like watching them.  It makes me feel calm, before we go in.”

The two of you sit side by side in that waiting room month after month, then year after year, watching the fish swim round and round in the tank.

Until finally, right before Thanksgiving, you hear the news it feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for.

After only a few days of relief and happiness, the worry starts to set in.  Like a tap dripping slowly into a stoppered sink, it fills you up slowly but gradually.  After so much struggle and heartache, this all feels too easy.  What if something happens?  What if something goes wrong?  What if what if what if -?

A month passes, and Christmas is approaching fast.  You decorate the house over a period of three days, in between bouts of exhaustion and nausea that are, at least, symptoms that everything is proceeding safely and normally.  Well, you hope they are.

At the end of the third day, you put the star on the top of the tree together with Pat, and then stand back to admire your handiwork.  “It looks beautiful, honey,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind.  One hand strays to your stomach, where all of your collective hopes and dreams seem to currently reside.

This time next year ... you think.  And then stop yourself.  It’s all just too good to be true.

You burst into tears, and it takes Pat hours to console you.

The next day on his bus route, he doesn’t take his notebook out of his bag at all.  Instead, he thinks about you.  How anxious you are.  It can’t be good for you, or the baby.  He wishes he could be home with you all the time, but there’s plenty of overtime available at the moment, and you need all the money you can get. 

If only there was something he could do to help you calm down, he thinks.

Wait - 

The idea strikes him as he pulls in to the bus depot at the end of his shift.  That night he sits at the kitchen table long after you’ve gone to bed exhausted, figuring out a budget.  And on Saturday morning, while you are still sleeping, he creeps out of the house, and drives to the big pet superstore that just opened up on the other side of town.

By the time you wake up, he’s moved the furniture in the living room around to accommodate the new arrivals, and they are settling into their new home nicely.

“Morning,” you say, shuffling into the living room, still wiping sleep out of your eyes.  You rise up on your toes to kiss him, and lean into his embrace for a while, before stepping back, and looking around the room.

Your eyes immediately alight on the plant-filled tank he’s installed.  It’s quite compact, but has plenty enough space for the tiny, iridescent fish who now inhabit it.

“What’s this?” you breathe, both delighted and confused.  It isn’t quite the question you meant to ask.  You know what it is.  But you aren’t sure why.

But Pat understands.  He always understands.  “You’ve been feeling so stressed and worried lately, honey.  So I thought this might help you to feel calm, when I’m not here to make you feel better.”  He got it completely right, like he always does.  But he’s still looking at you with a nervous uncertainty that makes your heart melt.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a thoughtful man,” you whisper around the lump in your throat, welling up again for the millionth time this week.  But this time you aren’t sad, or worried, or feeling particularly hormonal.  Just incredibly, unbelievably happy.  And so, so lucky.  

Eventually, you sit down on the couch together.  

You can’t stop staring at the pretty fish.  And Pat can’t stop staring at you.

The way your eyes follow them as you track their movements.  And the wide, wide smile on your face.

#requests are open #a pet is for life not just for christmas #adam sackler x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson x reader #tw: reference to fertility issues #tw: reference to daddy kink #desiraypark

[thiswasinevitableid]

Personal Demon (Indruck)

@pantstacular requested: 58 Is such my entire jam I’d pretty much die if you did it with Indruck.  “I’m a demon, you’re a witch, we’re enemies but when I show up to kill you, you’re crying and I really don’t know what to do now.” SFW

A talented, young warlock will employ the most complex, innovative, and powerful wards on their home. 

A seasoned warlock who was never that excited about all this in the first place will employ straightforward but deeply aggravating wards on their home. 

Indrid’s nemesis is in that second category. His wards are never fancy, but they’re durable and reliable, an utter pain in his tail to break down. Some cannot be broken by spells at all, and even a demon of his skill could burn through all his power trying to destroy them.

Which is why Indrid simply pays a passing human twenty dollars to kick a gap in the salt barrier, grits his teeth passing through the Rowan trees while his skin feels like he’s getting a full-body tattoo, and uses an oven mitt to open the iron door knob (the door is lined with iron, so he cannot slip as a shadow beneath it), hissing in pain all the while. 

“Duck Newton…” He lilts, certain the warlock will be terrified to hear his voice in his strong hold, “it is time to end things once and for all, dearest enemy.”

He keeps his eyes on the present, not wanting to spoil the fun for himself by peeking at the futures. He glides into the human’s bedroom, plants his feet on the floor, “your worthless soul is mine.” 

“Ughhhh” a muffled sound, Indrid flicking on the lights to find the human face-down on his bed, “are you fuckin serious? Now?”

“Yes, Duck Newton, now” dark energy crackles in his fingertips. 

Thwump

“Ack!” He shakes his head, Duck now sitting up, preparing to throw another pillow at him. 

“Get out.” Duck glowers, voice flat. 

“You dare to order me-”

Thwump

“Get!” Duck’s eyes are wet, red-rimmed, and Indrid notices he’s in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt that’s damp in patches. 

“Have you been crying?” 

Thwump and his glasses are knocked askew. 

“How many of those blasted things do you have?” 

Two hovering pillows turn to four and all collide with him at once.

“Clearly you are, ow, in no mindset to, ow, duel me as I, ack, see fit. I shall return!”

He dissolves into shadow and speeds out the door, materializing on the sidewalk and paying a passerby ten dollars to fix the salt ring. 

Not willing to let a plan go to waste, he repeats this process the next night. This time, Duck is laying in the darkened living room. 

“Now, my greatest adversary, it is time to meet your end--why are you still crying?” He cocks his head as Duck magics the light on. 

“Because I’m in my own fuckin’ house and can do whatever I want.”

“But you seem upset.”

“No fuckin shit, sherlock.” Duck raises a throw pillow and Indrid covers his face far faster than he’d ever admit in public.

“I merely mean that, ah, perhaps a duel would be a welcome change of pace?”

“I look like I’m in the headspace to duel to you?” 

“Not at the moment, but that could change, yes? I do wish to destroy you, is that sufficient motivation to shake off this fog of misery that’s hanging about your soul like stale cologne?”

Duck groans, but straightens, reaching over the far arm of the couch. Indrid perks up, approaches at a safe distance, certain he will see a familiar sword or spell in a moment. 

What he gets is misted with holy water.

He hisses, wiping his face in a hurry. His power is so great that the diluted mixture doesn’t harm him, but it’s as if someone is squirting him in the face with lemon juice. 

“I banished you worse ways than this, demon, but I’m fuckin tired and you ain’t worth the goddamn energy and you don’t wanna end up straight back below. So get.” He raises the spray bottle, spritzes him again and Indrid backs away, spluttering and hissing. 

“You, you think you can threaten me, shoo me out like OW some common ghost GAh that was in my nose that time fine, fine I am going.” He stumbles over the threshold, falling on his ass on the pavement as Duck slams the door. 

Perhaps a new plan is in order. 

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“You wanna know Ducks’ what?” Aubrey taps her spoon on the edge of the potion she’s mixing. 

“His favorite food. I wish to cheer him up. Unless of course, you wish to simply tell me what is troubling him.” Indrid grins at the witch.

“You know the rules, Cold; I don’t trade information between sides. And, like, even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you what’s going on with him. It’s...personal, okay?”

Indrid sighs. He expected that answer. Aubrey is the child of a witch of the light and a witch of the shadows, giving her a rare balance of powers. It also means entities of all moral alignments will come to her for aid. Her rules are simple; no fighting in her house and no getting her in the middle of major conflicts.

For all that, Indrid still has never told her his true name. She calls him ‘Cold,’ as everyone does. 

“French Onion Soup. That’s his favorite thing, from the Wolfe Grill downtown.”

“He likes that coffee fudge too, the one Barclay makes” Dani, Aubrey’s wife, adds from her spot spinning fur off a massive angora rabbit. 

Barclay is a kitchen witch, one with whom Indrid has a shaky truce (he egged on a fight in the restaurant, needing some quick points with the higher demons. It’s not his fault one of the humans knocked over a candle). He can probably manage to buy fudge without being scolded.

Duck’s added more fortifications since yesterday, and Indrid only needs a few moments anyway. He finds a sliver in a plane that lets him slip into Duck’s mirror, knowing the human is getting ready for bed. 

The human senses him, looks up from the sink, toothbrush still in his mouth. He blinks once, to tired to even count as annoyance.

“ ‘wat ‘ow?”

“I have brought you food.” Indrid waits until Duck spits into the sink to pass the two bags out of the mirror. 

“Why-”

“It will cheer you up. It is your favorite. Then you will have your fight back, and be ready to face me.”

Duck takes the bags, then several steps back, “y’know, most demons would see this is a chance to get me while I’m down.”

“Well” Indrid sniffs haughtily, “I am not most demons. Besides, what good is claiming your soul if it was like stepping on an ant?”

The warlock looks at the food, then at Indrid, “I ain’t gonna eat this.”

“Bu-wha-I got it specifically to please you!”

“And it could be poisoned or cursed or some shit.”

Indrid growls in frustration, “fine, wallow in your misery.” Then he’s out on the street again, ready to cause some evil. Or to go back to the bakery and drown his aggravation in a caramel eggnog latte.

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Duck stares at the bags, still sitting on his kitchen counter. If he’s not going to bed any time soon, he should at least eat something. Not that though. Even if it’s his favorite. How the fuck did the demon know that?

Cold has never quite been like other demons Duck’s run across. When he’d yanked him out of Boyd (because Ned decided to read the inscription on a new artifact for the Cryptonomica), he hadn’t taken it personally, but proceeded to try and tempt Duck for two days solid with everything he could think of. Then he decided he liked Kepler and could do plenty of demonic work in it, which had Duck worried. The demon is powerful, he can feel it when they fight. But, while he still worries, Cold sticks to being a mid-level threat at best even if he keeps promising to destroy him.

God that soup smells good. 

He picks up a piece of amethyst, runs it over and over the air around the bag. No trace of anything dangerous. 

Fuck it.

Twenty minutes later his belly is full, he actually feels kinda sorta almost borderline happy, and he hasn’t turned into a frog or been transported to the underworld. 

When Cold inevitably shows up again a few days later, Duck doesn’t even look up from the model ship he’s working on . 

“Thanks for, uh, for dinner.” 

“How did you know I was here?” The silver-haired man steps out of the hall, red eyes glowing behind redder glasses. 

“I may not be able to sense auras or souls or shit, but you and I been dancin around each other for long enough that I can tell when the hair on my neck is standin up thanks to you.”

“Then you are prepared to fight?”

“No. Look, I dunno now how it is for demons, but takes more than nice food to make a fella get over somethin serious.”

“I see…” Cold looks around the room, “are you certain you are not interested in even a small bit of conflict?”

“Nope. Busy.”

“Well I am not!”

“Can’t you just go find another warlock to bother?””

“No! Well, yes, but I do not wish to. You are my adversary, the one I devote most of my time to tormenting.”

“That’s kinda an exaggeration. And it don’t change that I’m workin on this.” He points to the model, “so I’m just gonna ignore you until you leave.”

There’s a huff, followed by the fluttering of his mail as the demon knocks it onto the floor. He glances up and notices that Cold’s tail is now visible and twitching with agitation. When Duck does nothing else, he knocks the remaining mail on the ground. 

“That ain’t changin my mind.”

A roll of glass on tile, Cold pushing a water glass towards the edge of the counter with his finger. 

“Y’won’t like what happens if you do that.”

The glass tips over. As water spills onto the floor, Duck summons a towel with one hand and a dish of salt with the other. Before the demon can stop him, he draws a salt circle, trapping him in a small spot by the table. 

“Erase that this instant.”

“Nope. You been poppin in and out the last two weeks and not leavin when I ask nicely, so now you’re gonna stay right here until I decide you can leave.”

The demon drops down onto the floor, arms crossed and tail thrashing, “I just do not see what is so severe it makes you uninterested in anything but work, sleep, and making ships that cannot go anywhere.”

“Don’t expect you to understand.”

“Yes, but you also will not tell me so how can you know if-” a future flickers into vision, “your romantic partner left you.”

“That’s cheatin’.”

“That is what has upset you so?”

“Yeah, because we were together for six fuckin years, and she watched me grow up since I was eighteen and was my mentor and it feels like a big constant in my life is just fuckin gone.” He leaves out the part where he'd felt it going for awhile, where part of him knew it needed to but the rest wanted things to stay as they were. 

The demon cocks his head in that way of his, smirks but says nothing.

“Nevermind. You’re a demon, love ain’t somethin you got a concept of.” He stands, retrieving another bottle of adhesive from the too-empty living room. 

As he picks up the next piece, Cold murmurs, “It is not so foreign a concept as you might think.”

Duck shoots him an incredulous look. 

“I was a creature of the divine once, beings capable of great love, even if many of them do not utilize that capacity. Even if I was not supposed to in my role. But more than the memory of that feeling, I have moments in which I suspect I can feel it still.”

“Like when you see someone do somethin real wicked?” 

The demon doesn’t rise to the paltry bait, “When I go sit in a park, or those woods you like, and draw and watch people coming and going in a thousand little moments of mundanity, I feel something more than mere tranquility. Sometimes I will go to movies or to concerts, to feel the swell of joy and excitement, and it almost seems as if I love those around me.”

It’s the last thing Duck expects him to say, and so all he can do is stare at him a moment before returning to his work. The demon, content with the silence, watches cross-legged. When Duck grabs a packet of cookies from the kitchen he pauses, then hands one to Cold. 

The demon sniffs it, proceeds to nibble on the edge before making a delighted sound and shoving the whole thing in his mouth. 

“You never had Girl Scout cookies before?”

“No. I do not need to eat, and often only do so when temptation requires it. Or when Barclay makes something with eggnog in it.  Which is a pity; I really enjoy human food, you come up with such interesting things. Now it is my turn for a question. Why are you making those?”

Duck looks at the near-complete model, “I dunno. Helps me relax, nice to just be able to focus on one thing rather than worryin’ about work or warlock stuff or dyin’ alone or if you’re gonna randomly turn up in my goddamn bedroom without warnin’.”

“Knocking is not exactly demonic.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, the smile on his face oddly honest, that Duck cracks up. Giggles spill out of him as he rests his face in his hands. His elbows slip on the shiny tabletop, collapsing him forward, laughing loud enough to startle the cat from her hiding place. 

“Yeah” he sniffs, finally sitting up while wiping away tears and still chuckling, “guess it ain’t.”

The demon is smiling again, softer than his usual grin that glints like a knife in the dark. 

“Will you show me more of your ships?”

“You ain’t gettin outta that circle that easy.”

“I am aware. But you could bring them where I could see.” He seems genuinely excited at the idea. 

Duck stands, hands him the packet of Thin Mints, “I could do that, yeah. Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

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Duck picks up to the two reusable grocery bags, locking doors and throwing up extra wards behind him as he walks to his car. 

He slides into the drivers seat, sets the bags in back behind him. Turns around and finds the passenger seat occupied. 

“Venturing forth at last, I see.”

“I ventured forth plenty.”

“That was only for work. You have been the picture of a hermit since you were dumped, Duck Newton.” Cold adjusts his glasses in the rear-view mirror. 

“Have not. And it was mutual.”

“Shall we get out of the car so I can destroy you?”

“We could do that. Or…” he points at the bags, the demon peering into them curiously, “we could take these two bags of snacks to a concert in the park.”

Cold bites his lip. Duck holds his breath, already gearing up his spells in case the demon says no.

A seatbelt clicks, “very well.”

They find a spot under some trees, far back from the crowd. Cold is in his human disguise, but Duck would rather not risk being seen if his tail or horns make an appearance. The concert is all movie soundtracks that Duck doesn’t pay attention to. He’s too busy watching the demon gleefully explore the food he brought (he chose the weirdest desserts and snacks he could find, wanting to give him a taste of things he’d never had) and talking with him about more or less everything.

As they’re getting into the car under the light of the half moon, Cold sighs happily, “we should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah, we could. Just uh, don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

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Duck is up to his elbows in the pieces of an IKEA dresser when Cold’s voice comes through the mirror.

“I need to be let in right now please and thank you.”

He sounds pained, so Duck hurries out to the front yard and opens the circle, allowing the demon to pass through. He’s hunched at an odd angle, clutching at his back. Once they’re inside he strips off his coat, revealing a splinter at the base of his neck. 

“Shit, what happened?”

“I materialized in the house of a well-prepared witch and was immediately backed into a Hawthorne bush. Lucky I am not a vampire, but gracious it stings.”

“Why come to me?” Duck is already guiding him to the couch.

“I thought you might be able to help. Also it is movie night.”

Duck examines the injury; it’s a small splinter, but the skin is already looking sickly. 

“Should be an easy fix. Lemme get my tools and I can get to work.”

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Indrid waits patiently for Duck to return, tries not to hiss at him too loudly when he pulls the splinter free. The human works quickly, and soon a tingling salve coats the sore spot. 

Rather than pull away, Duck smooths his hands down Indrid’s back, “damn, you’re all knotted up.”

“I was trying not to move too much and aggravate it.”

Duck’s thumbs rub small circles along his back, “here, I can fix that real easy.”

Indrid foresees where his fingers will touch next and let’s his desire overtake his caution. When Ducks hands come down again, he whimpers and wiggles happily. 

“Uhhhhh”

“It is my wings. In a way. They exist on another plane when not manifested here, and where you are touching is the place where it feels as you are stroking them.”

“That a good thing?”

“Yes, but you do not need to continue if you do not waAAhnnnt” he gasps as Duck slowly, steadily, runs his fingers over the spot again and again. 

The human leans forward, giggling, and whispers in his ear, “you’re purrin’.”

“I am awarerrrrrrrr.” His tail and horns appear, seeming to understand there is no need to hide here.  One of Duck’s hands skates up to his head, petting his hair and stroking his horns.

He whines, pushes his head into Duck’s hand for more. 

“Is this-”

“No Duck Newton, it is not sexual. It can be, but at the moment it simply feels comforting and pleasurable.” He purrs louder as Duck rubs the base of one horn. 

“That’s a good, uh, good demon? Bein’ so patient while I patch him up.” Duck coos. 

“Yes.” Indrid whimpers. 

“Lookit you, goin all mushy on me, so goddamn cute. Who knew you had it in you.”

“Duck.” Something is coiling through his veins, warm and ecstatic, as the human keeps up his stream of praise.

“Right here, demon of mine, just relax, lemme tend to you, there we go, you’re bein so good, such a charmin demon.”

Tears prick his eyes; he can’t, he can’t handle Duck speaking this way but speaking as if Indrid could be changed out for any one of his kind. He wants to know he means those words for him, he must, the feelings flooding him are incomplete without it and if they remain so he will wither away.

“Indrid, please, call me that.”

“Indrid.” It sounds joyous in that drawl as Duck adds a hint of pressure to his touches, “Indrid, you oughta stop gettin into trouble, oughta just stay here and put your head in my lap.”  The human is getting carried away, the fantasies becoming more elaborate, interspersed with his name, until the name itself becomes the litany. 

Indrid cries out, the energy in his veins enveloping him utterly for a moment, wings of absolute darkness flashing into view for an instant

He collapses forward, shaking, hoping the thanks pouring from his mouth are intelligible. 

“You, uh, you doin’ okay--Oh FUCK!”

Indrid whirls, finds Duck staring at his arm. There are glowing markings on it, blue and black light fading into a facsimile of ink on his skin. 

“What did you do?”

“What did I do? What makes you think this has anything to do with me?”

“Because this wasn’t there a minute ago! And you got one too!”

“I…” Indrid gapes at his forearm, where a matching symbol is setting in his skin. “Oh dear.”

“What?”

“It is, ah, well, it is a soul bond.”

“How in the everlovin’ fuck did that happen--wait, fuck, is Indrid your true name?”

“Yes.” 

“Shit! I thought you gave me another false one, or I never woulda kept saying it. I ain’t that kind of warlock, I don’t want a personal demon.”

“I am not exactly thrilled either. I cannot return to the underworld, and for the first few days of the bond I will need to stay very close to you. All the same, that was rash of me and I am sorry.”

Duck rubs his forehead, takes a deep breath, “we’ll deal with it tomorrow. Right now, all I wanna do is sleep.”

“I as well. I suspect that took a lot of energy from both of us.”

The human stands, heading off towards the bedroom. As soon as he’s out of sight, pangs pulse through Indrid’s chest.

“Ah, Duck?”

A groan, “yeah, I feel it too. Get in here.”

Indrid hurries to the bed, finds Duck down to his boxers as he turns over the covers. 

“I, ah, I can sleep on the floor, or get a blanket for that chair, or lay by your feet.”

Duck pats the bed, “sleepin next to you ain’t nothin’ compared to bein’ soul bonded. Bed feels too big anyway. And none of that by my feet talk; you’re my equal, not my fuckin pet, even if you are a pain in my ass sometimes.”

Indrid crawls in beside him, lays stiffly on his back as the lights go out. After so much contact, his body aches to touch Duck again. 

A hand rests in the space between them, and Indrid takes it.

“Duck? I, ah, I am glad that if this had to happen to me, it was you who it happened with. I cannot think of another warlock I would actually enjoy being linked too.”

“Feelin’s mutual.” Duck squeezes his hand, voice gentle.

Indrid rolls to face him, and in the dark he can just make out the slight smile on the warlock’s face. 

“Goodnight, Duck.”

A yawn, then, “sleep tight, Indrid.”

#indrid cold/duck newton #Indruck #duck x indrid #meet ugly #demon au

[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 5•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Eddie is officially introduced to the rest of the Losers club. Richie has difficulty controlling his powers as the full moon approaches)

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The rabbit calmed down after a little. Richie stayed the whole time, comforting him and held him until he made sure that the other was okay. Once both boys settled, the wolf noticed the time and decided it would be best if he headed home. Eddie stood in the foyer with a blanket wrapped over his shoulders, while Richie stood by the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay, spaghetti?" Richie leaned in and hugged Eddie again. The shorter boy enjoyed the moment while it lasted, his skin felt colder once Richie released him. He almost didn't notice the nickname that he had been called, but he ignored the urge to call him out on it. Instead, he nodded.

Richie turned the doorknob and took a step outside, he turned back to face Eddie. "Wanna come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night?" He offered, a tinge of nervousness tainted his voice but only because he'd literally just met this guy and was already inviting him to meet his parents. He knew that Maggie and Went would wanna meet Eddie, plus, it's not like he didn't want to spend more time with Eddie.

The bunny's eyes softened as his lips curled into a smile, "R-Really?"

"Yeah! You know, like a thank you for saving my ass today, plus my parents would love to meet you. They'd think you're just as cute as I do" He winked before he turned to head out. Eddie stayed at the door, he leaned against it and used it for support as his knees went weak at the way Richie called him cute. He stood there and watched the werewolf walk away, he even turned and waved at the bunny before he disappeared back into the forest. Eddie's heart swelled when he closed the door. He leaned against it and slid to the floor and thought.

I think...

for once

I'm gonna be just fine

~

Tuesday morning Eddie got to school with lots of time to spare before homeroom. He left his bag in his locker and sat outside under one of the trees on the school's front lawn. This spot also had a good view of the bleachers where he first saw Richie, when he was coughing up a lounge yesterday. The memory brought a smirk to Eddie's face as he focused on his notebook in his lap, working on some last-minute biology homework.

He'd gotten most of it done by the time his ears tingled from underneath his beanie. He glanced up and noticed a pair of converses standing in front of him. Eddie looked up, after nearly being blinded by the glaring morning sun, recognizing the person before him as none other than Richie Tozier.

"Is that my Eddie spaghetti?" Richie asks, Eddie can practically hear the smile in his voice. The sun that rose from behind Richie caused the werewolf to appear only as a silhouette. Eddie squinted his eyes, trying to adjust to the light when he noticed how the sun's light shone through Richie's curls in a manner that made him look like he had a halo, and he was an angel.

"Hell yeah it is" Eddie set his notebook down on the grass then proceeded to stand up, finally he was able to get a good look at the wolf before him.

Today Richie had on a loose Hawaiian shirt, the shirt was covered in dark blue and white flowers, underneath he wore a black shirt with the words 'ALL TIME LOW' painted on it. Of course, his white converses and his black ripped jeans. Oh, and he also wore a dark blue beanie with a little peace symbol on it.

Richie smiled down at him, watching Eddie's eyes wander around and examine him, "Cute cute cute" he smiled warmly.

Eddie's cheeks went pink, "me?" he suddenly felt self-conscious about his outfit. Which was a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue polo shirt.

"Yes, of course you" Richie's voice goes soft. He noticed one of Eddie's soft curls had fallen out of place, so he took it upon himself to tuck it back into place. The action received a blush from Eddie that created butterflies inside Richie's stomach. "Come on Mr. Tomato let’s head to class." He poked fun at Eddie's blush, which only made it worse. Nonetheless, once Richie began to walk towards the school, Eddie snatched his stuff off the ground and walked with him.

The morning went fairly well, I was only late to my second-period class by 3 minutes since I got lost... But other than that it was good!

Eddie recapped his morning while he struggled to open his lock. "Need a hand?" A familiar female voice asked from beside him. He turned and smiled when he saw Alley leaning up against the locker beside his, which was hers after all.

"I... Should... Be..." The lock clicked open, "Good!" he said happily.

She let out a happy puff of air through her nose, "Nice" She went and began to open her own locker, "Oh, by the way the girls and I are gonna go get subway for lunch, wanna join?" She offers.

Eddie tried to remember what Subway is, the image of a sandwich store in town comes to his mind, "Uh- Thank you! But maybe another day, have fun though." He wished as she grabbed something out of her locker before closing it.

"Okay! No worries, you'll be okay without me right Eddie?" Alley leaned against her locker again and tilted her head.

"Oh! Yeah, I'll be fine. No need to worry." Eddie tried not to make his smile look forced, but it was kind of hard due to the fact that it was indeed forced. Not only was he worried about what would happen if he saw Richie, but he was also worried about what he'd do at lunch, since he kinda assumed he'd sit with Alley. Looks like that plan went out the window.

They said their goodbyes then Alley was on her way, which left Eddie alone in the hallway. He grabbed his lunch and closed his locker. With no clue where to go, Eddie closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against his locker.

A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality. He turned to see who it was and was surprised when he found no one beside him.

"Hey Cutie" a sly voice called out from behind him. Eddie spun around, he smiled at the sight of Derry's Resident Werewolf who was leaning up against the lockers beside his.

"Richie! hey!" Eddie couldn't hide the excitement that filled his voice.

"Hey Ed's, how's it hanging?"

The rabbit's face went blank, "H-How's what hanging?" he asked in confusion.

The wolf's cheeks went red as he realized what he'd done, "Oh- shit sorry... It means like, what's up?" Richie rubbed the back of his neck. He thinks fast and saves himself, "So what'd you got planned for lunch?".

"I-I was gonna eat with Alley, my friend, but she went to subwhich with her friends so-"

"Wanna come eat with me?" Richie asked a little too eagerly.

Eddie took a moment to think about the decision as if he hadn't already made up his mind, "Yeah, sure!" He piped up.

Richie led Eddie through the school and into the cafeteria. He was soon waived down by his usual group of friends. The two walked up to the table, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest with us today. May I present to you Eddie Kaspbrak" Richie's voice turned into one of a TV announcer, he also held his arms out and waved them around Eddie as if he were showing him off.

Eddie's stomach filled with butterflies as he shyly waved to the group before him which consisted of 4 guys and 1 girl. They all happily welcomed him with hellos and greetings.

"Eds is new, so make him feel at home, alright guys?" He eyed them, almost threatened.

"N-Nice to meet yo-you" The boy closest to Eddie smiled.

"That's Bill, he might have a problem with speaking but this guy can rewrite the bible in under an hour. A natural-born writer" Bill rolled his eyes. Richie points to the boy to Bill's left, who Eddie vaguely remembered from English class, "That's Stan the Man Uris, he might look like a teen but he's got an old soul. Still love him though, right Urine?” he teased.

“Yeah, fuck you Tozier. Welcome to the family Eddie” Stan smiled.

“Beside Staniel is Mike! He’s both brains and brawn, book smart but also the quarterback of the football team. Ain’t that right Mikey?” Richie smirked and got a chuckle out of Mike as he waved to Eddie, which Eddie returned.

Richie moved to the other side of the table, “Here we have Ben, Haystack, purest heart in all the lands,” Richie slipped into a southern accent.

Lastly was the girl. Richie took a step forward and placed his hands on the back of her shoulders, “and of course Ms Beverly Marsh, a queen inside and out, Derry’s resident Badass.” She smirked and struck a small pose at the compliment.

“Welcome to the Losers Club!” Richie finished with arms open wide as he gestured to the group. “Now come! We shall feast” Richie insisted as he took a seat beside Ben, he patted the chair beside him, gesturing for Eddie to claim it. The bunny happily accepted and took a seat beside Richie.

Richie was about to take a bite out of his sandwich but instead he stopped and slapped it down on the table it grabbed everyone’s attention. “I almost forgot! Staniel, congratulations on the circumcision!” Richie practically exclaimed. Stan sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, almost as if it pained him to hear. Richie burst out in laughter, everyone else giggled along with him. Even Eddie, though he didn’t know what a circumcision was, everyone else’s laughter made him laugh.

The Circumcision Joke was created the day Stan, Bill and Richie were talking about Stan’s bar mitzvah on their last day of grade 6. Richie had gotten it mixed up with a circumcision. Ever since he made it a point to constantly congratulate Stan on having been circumcised, even if he had gotten it when he was a baby. Yet Richie always found it hilarious. Everyone found it decently funny, especially when Richie just randomly brings it up. Stan does as well, but he’ll never admit it.

The lunch was spent with the group getting to know Eddie and vice versa. Everyone was warm and welcoming. From time to time he got a couple odd glances from Bill, but aside from that everything went smoothly.

The warning bell rang and students began to pack up and head for class.

“Rich, I missed you this morning for our ritual chain smoking” Beverly stood up with Richie.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that darling. Speaking of our illicit activities, wanna go chain smoke under the bleachers?” Richie asked with raised eyebrows and a devilish grin.

“You know I’m always down for a good chain smoke. Let’s go” Beverly smirked deviously at Richie.

Eddie turned to Richie with a concerned look in his eye, “What about english class?” he asked in an almost quiet tone.

“Ah don’t worry about it Eds. I’m already like a week ahead of the class anyways. Just tell Brock it’s that time of the month for me or something” Richie made a joke but Eddie wasn't sure about what. He didn’t even mean to ask about Richie, he asked for his own sake as that was the only class the two shared. Instead of complaining, Eddie stayed quiet and opted to give a simple wave as Richie and Beverly linked arms and left the cafeteria.

The Ancestor let out a tired sigh and began to pack up his things, his smile faded into more of a resting bitch face.

Stan was suddenly by Eddie’s side, “Don’t let him get to you. He doesn't mean to.” he explained in a calm manner, as if this was nothing new to him. “It’s just the way he is….” His voice drifted off, “Sometimes he says things and he doesn't realize how others are gonna interpret it”.

“What’s your point?” Eddie cocked an eyebrow.

“He cares for you. I can see it in his eyes. So don’t think he’s blowing you off to go smoke his little cancer stick with Bev, those two are like siblings, so any flirting is purely for fun. Anyways, I’ve gotta go” Stan said.

Stan had taken one step away from Eddie when he asked “wait! Stan, what’s a circumcision?” He felt weird asking, since he had a feeling it was something dirty.

Without missing a beat, Stan replied with, “Oh, it’s when they chop the tip of your dick off”, his eyes were hooded and a sly smirk was plastered on his lips. Eddie’s cheeks went red as they parted ways and he waved goodbye to Stan.

Eddie went to english and caught up with Alley, she filled him in on what had happened with her group of friends over lunch, which wasn't much. But Eddie appreciated the gesture.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Eddie spent most of the class time just listening to what his teachers had to say and adding to his ever growing list of work that needed to be done.

Once the final bell rang, Eddie was up from his chair and out to his locker. He recalled the offer Richie had made to go over to the Tozier’s for dinner, but Richie hadn’t mentioned anything about it since and he hasn't seen the fellow Ancestor since lunch. By the time Eddie finished packing his bag he had accepted the fact that Richie had probably forgotten or something and instead prepared himself for his walk home.

He was two steps away from the main doors of the school when a voice rang out through the halls “Eddie!”.

Eddie has never turned around faster in his life. Richie ran up to him, with Stan in tow. “Hey! Still game for dinner tonight?” he gave Eddie the smile that creates butterflies in his stomach.

“I-I wasn’t sure-” Eddie began to ramble but he was cut off.

“Aw, isn’t this sweet. The fairies are all together again. What? Gonna go to some big gay gang bang in the back?” A solo Henry Bowers waltzed through the hallways.

“Oh go blow your dad” Richie growls, literally. Eddie notices immediately, so does Stan. What the two didn’t see was how hard Richie was clenching his fists, how his nails, his claws, had practically begun to draw blood.

“Can we please just g-” Stan tried to end it before it began but to no avail.

“Then they wonder why this town is going to fucking hell-” Now it was Henry who as cut off. Richie charged him, literally. He rushed towards him, grabbed his shoulders and threw him against the lockers.

Just as fast as Richie was on Henry, Stan was on Richie. “We need to go now” He pulled Richie by the arm out of the hallway and into the front yard of the school. Quickly Stan found a quiet corner and shoved Richie, “What the hell was that. You need to control yourself Rich”, his voice was stern and his stare was like daggers.

Eddie had watched the whole thing and carefully followed behind them. “Get out of here Eddie. This is private” Stan commanded, it sent a shiver down the other’s spine.

“Leave him alone Stan, he knows” Richie huffed, his eyes as yellow as glow sticks. Stan took one glance at this and immediately grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his bag and shoved them on the werewolf’s face. (on top of his normal glasses)

“What would you do without me…” He mumbled to himself as he served the rest of Richie, his eyes were now covered but his claws were out. “And how does he know. You literally just met him yesterday, can you seriously not keep your mouth shut for more then-”

“I’m a hybrid too” Eddie chimed in.

“What?” Stan turned to look at Eddie.

The bunny turned to make sure there were no wandering eyes, or any eyes matter a fact. There weren’t, which was good. With that, Eddie turned his attention back to Stan. It only took him a blink of his eyes for them to revert to their naturel magical state of ice blue.

His jaw dropped, “Shit…” Stan mumbled under his breath.

Their moment was disrupted by an agonized groan. The human and the Ancestor turned towards the werewolf who was now leaned up against the school. He closed his eyes and began to slide down the wall, to the ground.

“Richie, are you okay?” Eddie snapped out of his trance and went to kneel down beside him.

“It-It hurts” the wolf whispered, clutching his abdomen. “Full moon… 16 days. F-First change” Richie rolled his neck, eyes still closed.

“R-Really? You haven’t had your first shift yet?” Eddie realized with a nod of Richie’s head. “This is only gonna get worse…” The rabbit mumbled under his breath.

“What?” Stan was now beside Eddie, he stared at him, confusion filled his voice.

“This full moon is gonna be his first full shift. These are the symptoms, and they’re only gonna get worse” Eddie explained. He reached a hand out and put it on Richie’s shoulder. The werewolf moved his hand to cover Eddie’s. In response, Eddie squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Eddie took a moment to think about how he could help. After he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Richie, hugging him. Richie sucked in a breath at the sudden motion, “You’re okay” Eddie whispered.

Stan watched as Richie’s eyes slowly opened, the pain suddenly washed out of his eyes. The human squinted as he observed.

Eddie soon let go, happy to see Richie looked a little more put together. “What did you do?” Stan’s asked, his voice was calm yet curious.

“Well… Some Ancestors have healing powers. Sometimes they come in handy” Eddie said with a wink. He was about to continue to explain his powers when he noticed Richie had begun to stand up. Eddie rushed to help him up, his knees still a little weak.

“Thanks” He breathed as he put a lot of his weight on Eddie.

A car honked, three heads turned to see their friend Bill in his red 2005 Toyota Corolla. He waved at them impatiently.

No one moved their gaze away from the car, “What’s he doing here?” Richie asked.

“How long has he been watching?” Eddie’s stomach dropped at the thought of his secret, their secret getting out.

“Sorry, ugh. I forgot Bill was gonna drive me home today. I-I’ll see you guys later” Stan seemed rushed and unsure. He didn’t know whether to stay with The Ancestors and help Richie or go to his ride and make sure Bill didn’t see anything. He chose the latter, as he knew that if he made Bill wait any longer, the suspicion would only grow.

The two friends waved at the other in the car as it drove away. Eddie took that moment to push one more burst of energy into Richie. “Better?” He asked quietly.

“Better” Richie confirmed, a smile now painted over his face. With the sudden burst of energy that now flooded the wolf’s viens, he bravely took Eddie’s hand in his and began to skip back to his car. Eddie hesitated only for a moment. He watched the way Richie smiled and skipped and twirled, as if he had no care in the world and none of that had just happened. He couldn’t hold it back, so he joined in with him.

Word Count: 3282

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Anyways that's all for me guys, I'll see y'all next week with chapter 6!

Until then

So Long and Goodnight.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Rocky Raccoon

Y/N has created a chat.

Y/N has renamed the chat: Earths Mightiest Survivors

Y/N has added, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Rocket, Okoye, Rhodey.

Y/N: Hey, so how are all of you on this fine day? :)

Okoye: What's wrong with her?

Natasha: This is her way of trying to cope with everything.

Y/N: I :) Am :) So :) Sad :)

Y/N: Ouch :) The :) Heartbreak :)

Steve: You know what makes me sad, Y/N?

Steve: The chat name!

Steve: THE CHAT NAME

Y/N: It may make you sad. But, hey, at least it's accurate :)

Bruce: She still has her sass I see.

Y/N: Hi Bruice, you know what I'm still wondering about? When you're gonna get off of your smart ass and GET TONY OUT OF SPACE

Thor: How do we even know he's still alive?

Y/N: GASP! THOR, HOW DARE YOU?!

Bruce: TAKE THOSE WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW!

Thor: I'M SO SORRY. I'm just so sad.

Thor: I've lost, almost everything important to me. I just want you to be prepared for bad news if it comes. Which I dearly hope it does not.

Natasha: I've never seen Thor sad before.

Natasha: I don't like it.

Steve: No one does.

Bruce: It's breaking my heart.

Y/N: Ditto, to both of those.

Natasha: Take it back.

Natasha: Where's the receipt?

Natasha: I don't want sad Thor anymore.

Okoye: Quick someone make him happy.

Y/N: ON IT

Y/N: SQUIRREL TALK TO ME

Y/N: FUR BABY

Y/N: FLUFFY BOY

Y/N: What does Thor call you?

You: Oh yeah!

Y/N: RABBIT

Y/N: TALK TO ME RABBIT

Rocket: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!

Rocket: Why won't you just let me cry in peace?

Natasha: Hold on. How does he have a phone?

Bruce: He's from space, probably had one the whole time.

Natasha: Makes sense.

Okoye: Or he stole one.

Natasha: That makes more sense.

Y/N: Hi, Rocky Raccoon.

Rocket: It's Rocket.

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon.

Rocket: Rocket. AND I'M NOT A RACCOON

Natasha: Does he really not know he's a raccoon?

Steve: I don't think so.

Bruce: Well he is a TALKING raccoon, from SPACE, maybe he's never seen one before.

Okoye: I say we show him one.

Steve: No, that would be awful, and most likely scaring.

Natasha: Yes, that would be so awful.

Natasha: Let's do it.

Steve: Natasha! I thought better of you!

Natasha: Did you really?

Steve: No. No, I actually didn't.

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon.

Rocket: Rocket.

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon.

Rocket: Rocket!

Steve: What is she doing?

Natasha: I have no clue. But I am enjoying this immensely.

Okoye: Same here, I just made some popcorn.

Natasha: Cool, can I have some?

Okoye: Sure.

Bruce: What about me?

Okoye: No.

Bruce: What? Why?

Okoye: There's not enough.

Bruce: Oh, okay. Fine.

Thor: May I have some? I am so very depressed.

Okoye: Of course.

Bruce: WHAT

Bruce: I don't get any, but he does?

Bruce: I see how it is.

Okoye: Ugh! Fine, you can have some.

Bruce: YAY

Steve: How can any of you eat at a time like this?!

Okoye: Leave us alone, Steve.

Natasha: Yeah, this is how we grieve.

Thor: With delicious popped corn.

Bruce: And watching Y/N be weird.

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon.

Rocket: ROCKET!

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon checked into his room. Only to find Gideon's bible.

Rocket: What? Who the fuck is Gideon?

Y/N: But Rocky had come equipped with a gun. To shoot off the legs of his rival.

Rocky: Your leg's? Cause they soon will be, if you don't stop this shit.

Y/N: His rival it seems had broken his dreams. By stealing the girl of his fancy.

Y/N: Her name was Magill and she called herself Lil. But everyone knew her as Nancy.

Rocky: Who the fuck is that?!

Rocky: I don't know anyone called Magill, Lil, or Nancy, whatever the fuck her name is.

Natasha: Steves head's about to explode with the amount of swearing in this chat.

Steve: That's never gonna go away is it?

Thor: Never goNNA GIVE YOU UP

Bruce: Thor how do you know that?!

Natasha: I'm dyING.

Thor: Y/N taught me before I left for... Asgard...

Okoye: Is he alright?

Bruce: He's dissociating. He'll be fine in a minute.

Y/N: Now she and her man who called himself Dan. Were in the next room at the hoedown.

Rocket: Who in the hell is Dan?!

Y/N: Rocky burst in, and grinning a grin. He said, "Danny boy, this is a showdown".

Rocket: What the hell is she doing?

Steve: No clue.

Thor: Nor I.

Natasha: Wait! I do. And just let me tell you, it's amAZING.

Steve: Natasha you're enjoying this a bit too much.

Natasha: I am enjoying this the regular amount, Steven.

Bruce: Is she alright?

Steve: Probably not. We're all going a little crazy with grief.

Okoye: Not me bitch. I'm just the same old, Michonne.

Steve: Who?

Y/N: But Daniel was hot, he drew first and shot. And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

Y/N: Now the doctor came in stinking of gin. And proceeded to lie on the table.

Y/N: He said, "Rocky, you met your match".

Rocket: Do you wanna meet yours?

Thor: YeS FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Natasha: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Okoye: Twenty on Y/N.

Bruce: Nah, no offence to Y/N, but Rocket would destroy her.

Natasha: Are you shitting me, Bruce? Y/N has kicked MY ass, the raccoon's no match for her.

Thor: I have to disagree with you, Lady Natasha. Have you seen Rabbits gun? She would be dead within a second.

Natasha: We NEVER said anything about weapons!

Okoye: Yeah, what are you? Some sort of monster?

Thor: No of course not.

Natasha: But I do guess they could have armour and equally matched weapons.

Steve: What?

Steve: NO

Steve: NO BETTING ON THEM. NO MAKING THEM FIGHT. NO CONSIDERING WHO WOULD WIN IN A FIGHT BETWEEN THEM. AND ESPECIALLY  NO GLADIATOR STYLE FIGHTING.

Natasha: Ooo, bolded, and italics, you are mad.

Steve: I'm not mad. Just disappointed.

Natasha: No not that, that's worse!

Thor: Not the eyebrows of disappointment! Anything but the eyebrows of disappointment!

Bruce: We're sorry, please forgive us.

Okoye: Why do I feel like I need this random white guy to be proud of me.

Bruce: That's the power of, Steve Rogers.

Natasha: Some may think it's his advanced EVERYTHING that makes him a superhero. But it's not. His true superpower is making you want him to be proud of you.

Natasha: It's a curse for everyone who's not him.

Y/N: And Rocky said, "Doc, it's only a scratch. And I'll be better, I'll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able".

Rocket: I'll give you a scratch soon...

You: Now Rocky Raccoon, he fell back in his room. Only to find Gideon's bible.

Rocket: Once again, who the fuck is Gideon? WHO THE FUCK ARE ANY OF THESE PEOPLE?!

Y/N: Gideon checked out, and he left it no doubt. To help with good Rocky's revival.

Rocket: I hated every minute of that.

Bruce: Yes, yes. That was amazing.

Natasha: Standing ovation worthy.

Y/N: Thank you, thank you. I perform to make people happy.

Thor: So entertaining.

Rocket: You bastard.

Okoye: Gotta love me a free performance, however, where is the tip jar? My black card's gotta go somewhere.

Rocket: I fucking hate you all.

Rocket has left the chat.

Thor: Oh, no rabbit.

Thor: :(

Steve: See, look you made our new friend sad.

Natasha: I doubt that. I just taught him how to use YouTube, now he's humming along to it.

Natasha: Btw Steve. Better student than you.

Steve: I'm gonna go ahead and ignore that.

Steve: Y/N?

Y/N: Hmm?

Steve: What the hell was that?

Y/N: Rocky Raccoon?

Y/N: The Beatles?

Steve: ???

Y/N: You don't know The Beatles?!

Steve: I've heard of them.

Y/N: But you never listened?

Steve: No?

Y/N: DISGUSTING. YOU DIRTY HEATHEN SINNER.

Y/N: You've been in the modern world now for what? Six years? And it never occurred to you once, to listen to The Beatles?!

Y/N: I'm disappointed in you, Steven.

Steve: What?

Natasha: Oh, no. That's so much worse than Steve's disappointment.

Thor: I pity you, Sir Steve.

Bruce: You know you've done something awful if Y/N is disappointed in you.

Okoye: I don't even know who she is, and I know that.

Natasha: Just out of curiosity. Are you ever gonna do that again? Cause I loved that. A lot.

Y/N: Yes. I have one for everybody.

Bruce: Do Tony's. I miss his presence in this chat.

Y/N: Yeah, sure. I have more than one for Tony.

Steve: Wait. Why does Tony get more than one?

Natasha: Someone's jealous they only got a beard in the divorce.

Steve: What?

Bruce: You say that a lot.

Steve: That's because I am in a constant state of confusion, thanks to all of you.

Natasha: You're welcome.

Steve: That wasn't a compliment.

Natasha: But still...

Bruce: No wait. Do Tony's later. I remembered his face, and I need to go cry.

Bruce: Again.

Bruce: Bye.

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Steve: Poor guy.

Y/N: Speaking of leaving the chat.

Y/N: Steve, piss off, and go listen to The Beatles. Now.

Steve: ... okay.

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Y/N: Thor would you please join him?

Thor: Of course. I am quite excited.

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Y/N: At least he's happy.

Natasha: At the expense of Bruce crying?

Y/N: You win some you lose some.

Y/N: But in all honesty. It turned out better than I originally planned. I would have made you all cry if it meant Thor was happy.

Natasha: I see, and I wholly agree.

Okoye: That man is a giant puppy, and needs to be protected at all costs. If it came to it, I would sacrifice all of you for him in a heartbeat.

Y/N: Omg, thank you for the compliment.

Natasha: That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Y/N: I'm gonna go watch Thor be happy now, and force Steve to listen to the best songs.

Y/N: Deuces!

Natasha: Bye, Y/N.

Okoye: Bye.

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Natasha: That song really made me want some gin, I'm gonna go find some.

Okoye: Oh, count me in!

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Rhodey: You add me to this chat

Rhodey: While I'm passed out after crying over Tony.

Rhodey: An hour I was asleep. AN HOUR!

Rhodey: I LEFT YOU ALONE FOR AN HOUR!

Rhodey: And you do this shit?!

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Rhodey: Also, Y/N would totally kick Rocket's ass.

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Wade has added, Loki.

Wade: Don't act like you're dead you little shit.

Wade has added, Scott.

Wade: Is you Skrull? Is you Loki?

Wade has added, Clint.

Wade: And what the fuck happened to you?

Wade: Oh, no wait! We can't find out till April! Like I can wait that long!

Wade: Bye bitches, see you then. I'm gonna go get ME some gin and tacos, and gorge myself into a food and alcohol-induced coma until April!

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Clint: What was that?

Scott: No clue.

Loki: Your regular local dumbass is my guess.

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Wade: NO TALKING UNTIL ENDGAME, HOES!

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Scott has been disconnected.

Loki has been disconnected.

Wade: APRIL!

Wade: Also, did you know that the song, Rocky Raccoon, is what inspired the creation of our favourite homicidal furball.

Wade: The more you know, right?

Wade: anyway...

Wade: APRIL!

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#original fanfiction #original chatroom #first chatroom #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner #thor x reader #thor imagine #thor #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket raccoon #okoye x reader #okoye imagine #okoye #james rhodes x reader #james rhodes imagine #james rhodes #rhodey x reader #rhodey imagine #rhodey #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson

[fanficshiddles]

Rabbit food, One shot/drabble thing

Not even worth calling a one shot with how short this is. Just a quick thing I threw together in light of the new advert... Tom just having a bit of fun with Little Lilly before his new ‘role’ in the ad. 

Lilly woke up and took a few moments to focus her eyes. She’d enjoyed her long lie, though she did prefer when she woke earlier with Tom still in bed, he was more of an early bird most mornings.

She hopped out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown before going downstairs to seek out Tom.

Walking into the kitchen, she faltered for a moment upon seeing him. He was wearing an apron over the top of his white shirt and suit trousers. He had his impeccably polished shoes on too, tapping his toes along to the sound of… nothing?

Tom heard Lilly’s bare feet across the floor, he spun around and smiled at her. ‘Hey. I got back earlier than planned, so decided to make you breakfast.’

Lilly frowned, confused. Got back early? Where had he been aside from his morning jog? And jogging in those clothes? It didn’t make sense. Had she forgotten something he’d told her last night about an interview or something in the early morning?

She opened her mouth to ask, but he cut her off as he placed an egg on top of the array of colourful food already dished up neatly on the plate.

‘Pepper on top, right?’ He asked and proceeded to sprinkle said pepper on top.

‘Err…’ Lilly was super confused. Not to mention Tom knew that she despised pepper.

Tom put the plate down on the table and motioned for her to sit down, then he sat opposite her and looked at her with big puppy eyes.

‘Uhm, Tom…’ She wanted to ask “What the fuck is THAT?” But she knew that her backside would be swiftly blistered if she did.

Clearing her throat, she picked her words a bit more wisely, while glaring at the healthy breakfast like it had insulted her.

‘What is this?’ She nudged a bit of cucumber around the plate.

‘That is cucumber.’

‘Yeah, I know. I mean this.’ She waved her hand over the entire plate.

But Tom ignored that.

‘Oh, almost forgot.’ He then said something that Lilly thought was in Chinese, then slid a bottle of vitamins across the table towards her.

‘APPLE! APPLE!’ She cried out her safe word quick, hoping it would snap him out of whatever this is. ‘What in Gods name is going on? Why are you acting so weird?’

Tom’s serious/puppy look dropped in an instant. He threw his head back, tongue poking out while he laughed.

‘Sorry, little one. That was priceless. I’ve never seen you look so baffled before.’ He got up and walked round the table to her, kissing the top of her head. ‘I have a small role in an advert for the vitamins, to be shown in China.’ He smirked.

‘And here I was thinking you’d just gone crazy.’

‘Not yet, love.’ He chuckled. ‘Soooo… you don’t like the look of the breakfast?’ He raised an eyebrow.

Lilly picked up a bit of kale and threw it at him. ‘It’s rabbit food. I’ll stick to my coco pop rocks, thanks! Who on earth would have sweetcorn and peppers for breakfast anyway? In-fact, who would have any of this, ever!’

‘Well, I will have it for lunch. Though I do agree it doesn’t seem very suitable for breakfast.’ Tom took the plate away and put clingfilm over it before putting it into the fridge for later.

‘But what do you think, if you were a fan watching the advert, would you go and buy the vitamins?’ He asked when he returned to Lilly, who had stood up, and wrapped his arms around her.

‘Ehh… no. It was bad enough to make me use my safe word, for like the first time ever. I’m going to need some major aftercare now.’ She grinned and fluttered her eyelashes up at him.

He laughed and kissed her softly on the lips. ‘I am sure aftercare can be arranged, since you had such a traumatic experience of being faced with all those vegetables, I’m sure it has left you scarred.’

‘It has!’ Lilly giggled. ‘But seriously, maybe less cheese for the advert.’

‘But cheese is what they desire, my darling.’ Tom said in a joyful sing song tone as he lifted Lilly up and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her back upstairs to bed. Both of them laughing the whole way there.

#Tom Hiddleston #one shot #drabble #thing #advert #little lilly #fan fiction #just a bit of piss taking out of the ad really #heh

[arthurs-wife]

Could you please write something with Arthur x reader (already dating?) involving alcohol and some light femdom? Dom!A is great but getting that boy all riled up and at your mercy...whew

(thank you for the prompt friend! this got wildly out of hand, I’m sorry)

The Valentine saloon was crowded that night, more crowded than the gang had ever seen it. Arthur had to wait more than /five minutes/ for his six shots of whiskey and that was the worst thing that had ever happened to him in his life.

He headed back to the table and you could see him visibly blush, or maybe that was just the three shots of whiskey he’d already had. You were only on your second, you wanted to keep your wits about you. Before the gang had arrived and started drinking, you had reserved a room upstairs for… antics. Dutch wasn’t the only one who could have a stupid plan.

He sat down to raucous applause and passed the drinks to everyone. They all toasted to good times and began a new round of poker. Good fuck you were bad at poker but you were sitting across from Arthur for a reason. You slid your shoe off and started sliding your foot up Arthur’s leg.

Lenny shot you a look of shock and your eyes widened, mustering the best “I’m sorry” face you could. He chuckled good-naturedly and gave you a wink.

Okay, /that/ was Arthur’s leg, you could tell this time because he jumped slightly and narrowed his eyes at you. You absolutely lost the round and couldn’t care less, watching Arthur become more and more undone as your foot made it to his lap. He lost two packs of smokes and a small flask but he’d lose a lot more than that later, you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much.

“Another round!” Lenny cried and winked at you again. God bless that man.

More rounds down and the entire saloon broke out in song. Arthur was still having trouble standing up so you came over and sat in his lap, tracing a collarbone with your finger and bending down to whisper in his ear.

“You want to come upstairs with me?” you asked, nipping at his earlobe.

“You cost us a pack of smokes, woman,” he grunted, squirming beneath you.

“Two packs,” you corrected him, “and if you’ll remember, you cost us an entire deer earlier.”

He cocked his head, oh yeah. His loud ass came crashing through the woods to find you and scared your tracked kill away. Rabbits for dinner it was.

“Well you shouldn’t have been hunting so close to cam-”

“Shut up.”

The edge in your voice made him close his mouth entirely, or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, you were suddenly drunk on power and decided to see how far you could take it.

You took him by his necktie and dragged him to his feet, pulling him into a kiss as you went. You fumbled your way to the stairs and began to coax him up with you.

When you got to your door you pushed him through it and he stumbled back onto the bed as you closed and locked your room. He began undressing and you walked over and grabbed him by the wrist. He almost looked offended but for the fire in your eyes.

“As I say,” you growled. Arthur narrowed his eyes at you again. He was going to be tough to break.

You approached him and stood at arm’s length, crossing your arms at him.

“Take off your coat.”

He did, then started with his necktie and shirt.

“I said,” you pulled out a switch from literally nowhere and smacked it on the bed, “your coat.”

His arms went down to his sides and he gulped.

You proceeded to make Arthur undress himself, slowly, until finally he was completely naked on the bed in front of you.

You had layers of scarves on for a reason, and now Arthur saw why too. They came off in waves from around your neck and you gently pushed him onto his back raising his arms above his head near the metal bars at the headboard.

“You remember that time we went fishing out on the boat?” you asked him, taking each scarf and wrapping it around his wrist and the headboard. He nodded his head. “You remember how I ain’t too good at tyin’ knots then?” He nodded again and you sat up, letting your heat rest just on his lap.

“I’ll trust you to not fuss with those then,” you hissed, nodding to the crappy knots around his wrists and the headboard. He looked predatory and it was so hard to just not rip your skirt off and start bouncing on him.

But watching his pretty dick swell as you worked at the bonds on his ankles made you determined to see this thing through. You would have Arthur Morgan begging for you by the end of the night.

You thought he would be more out of it at this point but something about the whole situation seemed to sober him up and he just looked at you like you were the most curious thing. You doubted anyone had tied this man up and lived to tell about it.

You raked your nails up his legs, his thighs, exaggeratedly avoided his lap as he bucked up to meet you. You kissed up his stomach and chest, placing tiny bites around his nipples and shoulders, felt him straining beneath you for something more. Poor guy.

You stood up and slipped out of your dress as painfully slow as you could, ignoring your own basic urges seeing him there sweating and at your mercy, hard out of his mind and powerless.

You climbed on top of him again, scooting up to rest on his chest.

“Can I trust you to make me cum with just your tongue,” you asked, grabbing the almost forgotten switch and teasing it up his leg, “or do I need to teach you how?”

He mumbled something and you reminded him where the switch was.

“Speak up, baby,” you said, sitting back some.

“Tell me,” he finally said. Your heart broke at the thought of someone abusing this man to the point of muteness and you vowed to open him up again.

You hummed at him and moved up again, hovering above his lips and he pushed himself off the mattress as far as he could to try and taste you.

“Easy, darlin’,” you cautioned, making him fall back again, letting out a moan, “just use your tongue at first.” You felt him nod and the tip of his tongue on your clit, easy like you taught him. You rolled your hips around on his face, making him lean up and suck on you when he could. You almost forgot you were supposed to be the one in control here and lifted your hips up, making him gasp.

“Come back,” he panted in a voice so timid you wouldn’t have known it was him if he wasn’t physically rolling around beneath you.

It was going to be tough for you to get off like this, alcohol or not, so you moved down to hover above his hips. He was leaking and swollen and you almost felt bad but for all the times he teased you. You grabbed his cock and he let out a cry, throwing his head back and lord he looked so resplendent in the lamplight.

Slowly you started rubbing your clit with the head of his dick and yeah this would work fine. He looked down at you, breathing so hard, his wrists straining at the headboard. You worked at yourself faster, breathing heavy and throwing your head back as you came, Arthur’s name ripping from your throat.

You looked back at him breathless and figured you’d put him through enough tonight.

“What do you want now, Arthur?” you managed to say. “You,” he breathed, “please, just you.”

That was enough.

“Take me, then.”

In a flash, his wrists and ankles were unbound (damn, you didn’t think the knots were /that/ bad) and he had you in his arms, rolling you over on your back and entering you in one swift movement.

Less than three seconds and he was gone, burying his face in your neck and kissing it, saying your name over and over and you would have gone again if your entire body wasn’t so gloriously exhausted.

You both lay there for a moment before he pushes himself up, still inside you and kisses you again, this time intentional and delicate. He motions to the switch, now lying on the floor.

“Gonna use that thing on me next time?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, “or are you too chickenshit?”

“You insolent little shit,” you laugh, slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

The door decided to blast open at that moment (wait, were your knots /and/ locks that awful??) and Lenny barrelled in, two bottles of beer in hand. You screeched and covered yourself with the blanket as Arthur tore out of bed, ass out fully and ran over to grab one.

“Lennayyyyy!!!”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Hey who wants to hear the miserable story about how I had to deal with loneliness this year? Feel free to scroll on I just need to write it down to, I suppose close the chapter on the story? Read if your curious, or maybe also need guidance, or just want to learn some tips on how to help someone dealing with it. This will be poorly structured it’s just... getting it off my chest I guess.

People talk sometimes about university students often struggling with loneliness, and often going overlooked because they’re not seen as ‘vulnerable’ as other populations. I mean, look! They’re in a city! They go out every night and piss off the locals! They can’t be lonely!

It started back in 2018 (yup, that far back), when my friends decided that it would be better for my mental health if I didn’t live with them. No lie, that was the actual fucking reason. I was heartbroken; I’ve missed out on a lot of typical “growing up! Yay!” Type things because of my mental health, trauma and bullying and the fact that “living with friends” was gonna be added to the list was fucking heart breaking. But I dealt with it, because I had no where else to turn. No one else to move in with. I cried for like 2 hours solid after they so sweetly told me they didn’t want to live with me because I have *anxiety*. Not even one of the quote unquote “””scary””” mental illnesses (which would have been a MAJOR dick move), just plain old anxiety attacks and hiding from people to calm down. I proceeded to have break downs every Wednesday for 3 months while searching for somewhere to live, bc it was always a stabbing reminder that I was so unwanted.

(They planned to move in with 2 other people so it’s not even like they were only searching for a flat to fit *just* them)

I study 300 miles away from home, literally the exact opposite part of the country. Despite not having many friends growing up I was never lonely because I had a great family who would always chase it away. Maybe I was lonely a bit at school, but I could always come home and my parents chased it away. It was recurrent, but not constant.

I got a place for the new academic year. Studio flat, great location, tiny and over priced to Hell but I was in a safe area which was great because *no one was looking out for me anymore*. I didn’t have flat mates to check I was alive everyday, no one to chat to when I got home. If I got sick, I was completely on my own. My next door neighbour is lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s a working professional, and I’m a second year student. Everyone else in studio flats are mature students, masters, phD students or working people. And me. I have so little in common with these people it’s tough to start a conversation with them.

My birthday is early in the academic year, so we didn’t celebrate it until about a month after. Half of my friends didn’t even bother, no card, no presents. Okay, fine, I’m not materialistic, but acknowledgement would have been nice I suppose. This is the only time they came around my flat, and they are the cake I baked to celebrate.

But they inexplicably started to just stop interacting with me. There were 5 of us, they’d pair up in lectures and only talk between themselves between lectures and left me sat quietly trying to speak to someone, ANYONE, because hello? I haven’t got FLATMATES. I talk to NO ONE outside of this “friendship” group. They don’t seem to care much, they just keep telling me how wonderful it must be to live in a studio.

They invited me round to celebrate another friend’s birthday at their shared flat. He gets presents from everyone, including the two that left me out. Their flat looks lived in, there’s board games out while I don’t have room for any of them in mine. They’ve got bean bags everywhere it looks so damn nice. “But your kitchen is bigger than ours!” Eve tried to tell me (an absolute LIE), but they don’t roll out of bed and immediately land in the kitchen. They don’t have to chose between watching tv, eating or living the flat any time they want to dry clothes bc there’s no room. I want to cry throughout the visit, I storm off once were done. I don’t know why. I know now.

Loneliness feels like a weight on your chest. It’s a double edged sword where both edges only cut you. You desperately seek interaction but it also upsets you. I wanted to hang out at their flat because I hadn’t hung out with them in nearly a month at this point, but when I got there I realised they hung out together every. Single. Night. While I cried alone in my room. It made everything so much worse. And they laughed it off.

They stopped posting in the group chat, they talked to me even less. Never invited me out, but there’s no way I could prove *they* went out so it was pointless complaining about it. I was meant to go to a concert with one of them, I reminded her about tickets an entire month before, offered to buy hers. She cancelled 5 hours beforehand. I went alone.

It was a Toyah concert. I fought back sobs in the opening song “Good morning universe”, because it repeatedly asks “how are you today?”. I was awful. I finally had it figured out. I was lonely, isolated, and I didn’t know what to do.

Before anyone gets too sad, the story only continues for 2 weeks past this concert.

1st November, they joke about how Blake, friend number 4, practically lives at their flat, and I get angry. Why does HE get to live there? Blake has flatmates, Blake’s not alone! I should be practically living there because there’s NOTHING in my flat but silence. The internet is on the fritz and I’ve yet to figure out the tv, I don’t even have background noise except the kettle! I storm off, vow to never interact with them again.

I go out for drinks with my neighbour for her birthday. She buys me a pint of coke bc I don’t drink. I hate coke, but I drink it all and chat with her friends. It was a great night.

That weekend I bake pumpkin cake and bread for knitting society, and calm down. I overreacted a bit surely. One more chance, that’s all I’ll give them. The cake and bread doesn’t all get eaten at the society so I bring some for them on the Monday.

Tuesday night is bonfire night. I sit in my flat wishing I could go out and see them rather than just hear them, but I don’t know where to go. I have no one to go with.

Wednesday im sat in lectures beside them, and a friend not in the group but still a friend comes over to chat. One of them excitedly tells her about how they went to a display last night “look at these photos I got of (friend in group)!” I ask if they went out last night, the phone is quickly put away, they ignore me. I ask again. The friend outside of the group is confused and leaves before the lecture starts. I spend 3 hours with loneliness ripping out my lungs, because how could they? They could’ve dropped me a message to say they were going and I could meet up, but they didn’t even do that? Why?

After the lectures finished I corner one of them. The first of my friends at university. The first person on my course I befriended. “Did you go out last night?” “Yes” “without me?” Another runs up “it was last minute it wasn’t planned!” Laughs it off. So I rush off. I don’t say good bye. That was it.

I went home and cried. Told my parents what happened. Cried down the phone to them. “It’s time to cut ties with them”. I know it is. It’s still hard.

So yeah. Miserable story. But any sad story should have a happy ending, right?

Yes.

The next day I told someone what had happened. She immediately called it bullshit and invited me to join her friends. They’re really nice. I like them.

I left the old group chat. No explanation, just “I’m hanging out with X now. Laters” and I left. I wrote my frustrations and explanation in a shitty poem, called it shitty in the poem itself, but also said they didn’t deserve better. They didn’t deserve even that, so I didn’t send it. I think it was a very sexy decision of mine.

But most importantly, through the hardest points, most of my weekly socialisation every week came from the two societies im part of: my society (knitting) and the nerd society. 4 1/2 hours a week of socialising isn’t enough, surprisingly. But it got me through.

But more importantly are the people I met there. I don’t want to tell them what happened, I fear they’ll be upset that they didn’t help more, but they helped so damn much. So much more than could ever be expected from anyone. That final Wednesday, when I’d cried my heart out, 2 people texted me out of the blue and lifted my spirits so much I laughed that evening where I’d cried in the day. Stupid texts too. “Baby rabbits and kittens, cos you’re a vet right?” And “I only just got this message, I would have LOVED some pumpkin cake 🙁”. Poor lads probably weren’t expecting the wild conversations we had afterwards but friendships blossomed from it. Sorry new friend, hope you like the cheese scone recipe you definitely did NOT see coming that day.

The society meets on a Thursday, but it was to be a video watching thing more than a social thing. Loneliness was still tearing me up inside, I wanted to talk to someone damnit! But I went because I needed cheering up. I laughed so hard, I sang theme songs with others, and we all went to the pub afterwards. I’d never been before, I planned to leave at half 10 so I could shower and go to sleep in reasonable time for a 9am lab. I got chatting to the cake boy at 22:25. By the time we left the bar and he’d had his fill of chocolate rolls at my flat (I offered, he was hungry and Sainsbury’s was closed) and I was in bed, it was 00:40. Oops.

But I wasn’t lonely anymore.

Whats there to learn? I suppose don’t take advantage of your friends. If someone is living alone, check on them OFTEN. Make sure you don’t just pair up for conversations in lectures. Invite people round more.

And don’t under estimate the power of a text message. The lack of one ruined one friendship, one daft one about pumpkin cake built another.

(And I baked cookies for my new friends and we ate them in front of the old friends. Get rekt).

#long post #loneliness

[faeriexqueen]

hi! sooo for the prompt meme: alma/kanda with 25, platonic lenalee & kanda and-or romantic lenalee/allen for 18, please? when you have time obviously \o/

DEAR, SWEET, MERCIFUL ANON.  Wow, I’m really sorry this took much longer than I planned!  For some reason I was really stumped on this, and I got distracted with some other writing. >__I hope you enjoy this for now. ^_^Title: Skinny DippingPairing: Yuulma (Alma Karma/Yuu Kanda)Chapters: 1Words: 1,818Summary: It didn’t matter what Alma said. Kanda wasn’t going to do it. Kanda wasn’t going to get into that lake, and he certainly wasn’t going to get into that lake naked. (Modern AU.  Response to prompt for “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”) AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12012579FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12642724/1/Skinny-DippingNudge.  Kanda could feel someone gently shove hisshoulder, rousing him from his sleep.  Atfirst, Kanda tried to ignore it; perhaps Alma had rolled over in his sleep, andbumped into Kanda.  He was a heavy enoughsleeper, and it wouldn’t have been the first time that Alma hit Kanda in hissleep.  Plus, they were currently sharinga tent – which didn’t give them toomuch extra space to begin with.Another nudge occurred.  Kanda made anirritated, throaty growl – the kind that explicitly translated to “back the helloff.”“Yuu,” Someone gently whispered – Almagently whispered.  “Yuu, wake up.”Kanda rolled over in his sleeping bag, and tried to ignore Alma.  They were supposed to be asleep, so what didhe want?“Yuuuuu,” Alma tried again, this time a tad louder.  When Kanda didn’t respond, Alma made aslightly annoyed face before moving to his second method of waking Kandaup.  Quietly, Alma lowered himself downso his face was close to the side of Kanda’s. He then gently ran his tongue over Kanda’s ear.Kanda jolted.  “Jesus, fuck, Alma!” He hissed, as he turnedaround to glare at his boyfriend.  “Don’tdo that!”Alma rolled his eyes.  “I tried to nudge you awake.  But that didn’t work,” He commented, before asomewhat amused gleam appeared in his eyes. “You left me no choice.”“Bullshit,” Kanda muttered.  “Seriously,what do you want?  We’re supposed todrive back in the morning, and I fucking need to sleep if I’m going to havepatience to deal with the beansprout and rabbit on the way back…”In the darkness, Kanda could see Alma pause, as though he was suddenlyhesitating on whatever it was he wanted to say. Within a moment, Alma looked back at Kanda and answered.  “Yuu, let’s go swimming.”“What?” Kanda asked, for a second not certain if Alma was actuallyserious.  “Alma, it’s the middle of the night-““Yeah, but we’ve been out here all weekend and you know I’ve been lookingforward to going swimming at least once.”“Look, it’s not my fault Lenalee forgot her swimsuit and everyone didn’t wantto exclude her.  But we can’t go swimmingnow,” Kanda argued.  “Come on – just goback to sleep already.”Despite the darkness, Kanda just knew Alma’s face had fallen a bit at hearingthis.  He tried not to let himself feeltoo badly – it wasn’t his fault swimming had fallen through.  And going swimming now was just…ugh, it wastoo late, and Kanda knew they had to be up early to make the three hour driveback to the city.Alma leaned over and pressed his cheek against Kanda’s.  “Yuuuuuu, please?  We don’t have to swim long or anything, andit’s still really nice outside,” Alma murmured, as nuzzled his face intoKanda’s hair, before pressing his lips onto Kanda’s neck.  “I’ll make it up to you – I promise.”Kanda shuddered a little at the intimate touch, and shrugged off Alma as heclosed.  “Alma…” Kanda muttered, beforeexhaling.    He opened his eyes, andcaught sight of Alma’s peering through the darkness.  Large, pleading, puppy-like eyes.Ugh.  Kanda hated the puppy eyes.  He sucked at saying no to the puppy eyes.A defeated sigh escaped Kanda. “Whatever. If you want to swim, I’ll go with you to make sure you don’t drown.  But I’m not getting in.”Alma scrunched up his nose.  “You’re nofun…”“Fine.  I’m going back to sleep.”“Wait, please come with me!  I don’t wantto go by myself,” Alma pleaded, quickly changing his mind.  He nudged Kanda again, and Kanda swatted himaway.  “Fine, fine – just stop pushing me already,” Kanda grumbled, as he got out ofhis sleeping bag.Alma waited for Kanda for a moment, before grabbing two towels and crawling outof their tent.  Kanda followed, noticingthat the other two tents were silent – well, silent with the exception ofLavi’s snoring.   Kanda wondered just how late it was.  Hehadn’t actually checked before leaving the tent.  As they walked toward where the lake was,Kanda voiced his inquiry.  “What time isit, anyway?”Alma shrugged.  “A little after 1:00AMprobably?  I don’t know.  I couldn’t really sleep.”Kanda raised an eyebrow.  “Have you beenawake the whole time?”“Yeah, but it’s been kind of nice.  Justlistening to the crickets and owls,” Alma answered with a small smile.   Kanda nodded, but frowned when he sawAlma was carrying two towels rather than one. “Why’d you bring two?”Alma grinned.  “In case you end upchanging your mind.”Kanda snorted.  “That is not happening.”Alma didn’t say anything, but soon the two of them arrived to where the lakewas.  There was a small deck thatactually went out over the edge of the water, and a ladder that lowered into itso people could climb in and out when swimming.Once on the deck, Alma threw off his shirt before he began to strip down.Kanda blinked, staring for a second before he snapped out of it.  “You didn’t bring your swim trunks?”“Nope,” Alma said, as he slipped off his boxers.  “Alma, at least keep your fucking underwearon-“Splash.Alma jumped in, completely ignoring Kanda’s advice to keep any clothingon.   He vanished beneath the surface forabout two seconds before his head bobbed out of the water, hair dripping wetand sticking to his face.  Kanda shook his head as he sat down on the edge od the deck.  God, his boyfriend was a dumbass sometimes.“Yuu, you should really come in,” Alma urged, as he treaded in the water.Eying the lake warily, Kanda crossed his arms. His gaze flickered to Alma, who was currently swimming and naked. Admittedly, the idea was….inviting. But, Kanda quickly shook the notion from his mind. He didn’t feel likegetting all gross with murky lake water covering every part of his body.“I’ll pass,” Kanda responded flatly.Alma pouted.  “Really?  Yuuuuuu. Please swim with me?”  He asked,his voice soft yet silvery.  Alma thenswam over to the ladder attached to the deck, and grasped at it so he wascloser to Kanda.  “Don’t make me swim allalone.”“Tch.  I told you I wouldn’t get in,”Kanda grumbled.  “So don’t try to guilttrip me.”Alma stuck his tongue out, then pushed away from the ladder.  “Fine. I’ll stay out here.  All nice and wet by myself.”Kanda felt his face heat up a little. “Whatever,” He murmured, looking away. Alma swam back a bit, ducking his head beneath the water before he came backup.  When he saw that Kanda hadn’t movedfrom his spot on the deck, he spoke. “You’re not afraid to get in, are you?”This caught Kanda’s attention.  Lookingover at Alma, he scowled.  “What?  No, that’s stupid.”“Oh, well because if you are all you had to do was just say so,” Alma commentednonchalantly.  He then smiled a littlemischievously.  “Dark lake.  Murky water. Yeah, I bet it’s terrifying, huh?”Immediately, Kanda felt himself grow defensive. “I’m not afraid of a damn lake.”“Oh yeah?” Alma asked, with a somewhat challenging edge to his voice.  “Why don’t you prove it?”Oh, no – Kanda wasn’t falling for this shit. “I don’t have to prove anything. Especially to you.”Alma wore a dubious look on his face. “Okay, Yuu.  Keep telling yourselfthat.  I’ll just stay out here in thislake by myself, as you miss out on what could be a really fun experiencebecause you’re a afraid of a little water-”Okay, fuck it – suddenly Kanda was taking off his own clothes, because asstubborn as he was his ego was notgoing to take Alma’s bullshit accusations. Before he could change his mind and be influenced by the logical part of hisbrain, Kanda then quickly jumped into the water, splashing Alma slightly.   He was beneath the water only for a secondbefore he broke the surface right next to where Alma was treading.Alma laughed in blissful surprise.  “Wow,I didn’t think you’d jump in thatquickly!”Kanda scoffed.  “Yeah, so I can do this,” He countered, as he proceeded tosplash some more water directly into Alma’s face.Alma flinched, coughing as some of the water got into his mouth.  “Ugh, that tastes like crap!”“Serves you fucking right,” Kanda argued, before splashing Alma again, thoughimmediately after Alma returned the favor, laughing lightly.Despite Kanda’s previous irritation, Alma’s laughter was hard to ignore, andthe effects of listening to it for too long were infectious.  While Kanda didn’t laugh, he couldn’t refrainfrom allowing an amused smirk to appear on his face.  Maybe it was partly Alma’s laughter, or maybeit was just the fact that they were in the lake together splashing each otherlike a couple of stupid kids.  Eitherway, the situation was suddenly much more appealing than it had been when Kandawas sitting on the deck.Alma was still laughing as Kanda continued to splash water in his direction,and at one point tried to swim back in order to escape the splash attack.  Kanda was quick to stop Alma though, andgrabbed his arm before he could swim away. “Don’t even think aboutretreating now,” Kanda warned, as he pulled Alma close.As Kanda did this, he felt Alma’s body press against his in the water.  Alma’s laughter seemed to fade, now a soft tremorof joy in the darkness.  He pressed hischin onto Kanda’s shoulder, and Kanda found himself suddenly yearning to holdAlma closer.“You actually sound like your having fun now,” Alma mused, his smile spillinginto his words.“Don’t get too smug,” Kanda murmured, though he was smiling a little aswell.  “I can’t believe you talked meinto this…”Alma giggled.  “Technically, I baitedyou,” He corrected as he pulled his face back so he was facing Kanda directly,before pressing his forehead onto Kanda’s. “You like this?”Kanda’s lips curved upward even more. “Maybe,” He spoke lowly, before brushing his nose against Alma’s.  “You’re still kind of obnoxious though.”“No, I’m just spontaneous.  One of us hasto be,” Alma emphasized, before he moved to brush his lips against Kanda’scheek.  Alma then brought his lips closeto Kanda’s ear.  “Did you want to get outyet?”Kanda didn’t answer right away.  Instead,he ran his hand down Alma’s back beneath the cool water while pressing the sideof his face onto Alma’s.  Kanda exhaledquietly.  “Nah…we can stay a bit longer,”Kanda expressed before smirking a little. “You promised earlier that you’d make it up to me, right?”A peal of laughter escaped Alma.  “Youwant to cash that in, now?  I’m fine withthat.”Kanda pulled back, eyes meeting Alma’s. The smirk remained on his face. “Good,” He said, as he gently pressed his lips onto Alma’s.

#I SERIOUSLY AM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER #thank you so much for being patient! #yuulma #yulma #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #prompt #prompt request #alma #kanda #alma karma #yuu kanda #skinny dipping #ao3 #ff #dgm #dgm au #d gray man

[riathedreamer]

For Red Team’s “Lopez Apreciación”

Can we please acknowledge that Lopez sung the best love song of the century?

To Share a Robot Love so Real In which Lopez faces pendejos and memories of a puerto del acero.

“Hey, Lopez?”

The robot froze, knowing the problem as soon as Grif’s voice called out. A moment later the soldier appeared – dirt and soot on his armor adding to Lopez’ fears.

“Hey, buddy. You aren’t busy, are you?” Grif said quickly and nonchalantly, looking at his own outstretched hand, flicking some dry grass off his glove.

“ ¿Te destrozaste el jeep de nuevo?” [Did you wreck the jeep again?]

“Good. ‘cause the jeep is wrecked. No one really knows why. Mystery of the day. Sarge is blaming the Blues. Also, he wants the jeep ready at noon?”

“Si usted necesita un jeep para su fecha estúpida, entonces tal vez no debería haber destruido. Pendejo.” [If you need a jeep for your stupid date then maybe you should not have wrecked it. Dumbass.]

While Grif could not speak a simple sentence in Spanish the word pendejo had been used enough times, almost five times a day at this point, for him to realize it did not exactly mean friend. He tilted his helmet. “Oh c’mon. It’s really important. How can Simmons and I go on patrol if we can’t drive? Fucking walk?” He snorted in disbelief at the thought.

“Un paseo probablemente no te lastimaría, culón.” [A walk would probably not hurt you, fatass.]

“’sides I can’t really see anything else broken around here. So I just did you a favor by pointing out your task of the day! You can thank me later.”

Lopez took one step forward and Grif cowered slightly immediately.

Holding his arms around his helmet to protect it, he whined, “Ah shit. Don’t hit me. Again. Can you fix the jeep? Please? Thanks, and all that that stuff.”

Lopez sighed – air being cleared from his upper filters – but then walked outside with stiff steps, well-knowing he would have the fix the jeep again in the evening.

---

This time it was Simmons who walked up on him from behind while the robot was working. “Uhm, heeey, Lopez.”

The robot halted his work, lowering his hammer as he stopped trying to fix the hole the Blues had shot in their wall during their last attack. The maroon-armored soldier was fiddling his thumbs and cleared his throat nervously when Lopez turned his head to stare at him. “My man. Brother from another fax.”

“Por favor no digas eso.” [Please do not say that.]

“So, uhm, there’s a smaaaaaalll problem.” He stepped aside, revealing the burning warthog in the background. “And it may be on fire.”

Lopez debated whether or not it would be worth causing himself a short circuit right now, but after a couple of seconds he rose to find the fire extinguisher.

---

Donut had a confusing habit of sitting down next to him whenever Lopez rested while installing updates. When his sensors switched online again, he would discover the pink-armored soldier talking to himself (or maybe to Lopez – it was almost the same thing at this point) while reading from a Spanish children book.

He was not quite sure if it was an attempt to teach him English or to teach Donut Spanish, but the results seemed to be the same either way you looked at it.

“Ah, so that’s how you pronounce it! I keep getting it stuck in my throat. And that’s not the thing I want to choke on. The pictures really help, don’t they? I don’t mind having his naranjas in my bolsa, if you know what I mean.”

Lopez did not know what he meant. Instead of replying, he proceeded with update 4.12b.

---

“Lopez!” Sarge grunted and pulled out a red blueprint, holding it in front of the robot so he had no other choice but to look at it.

“Sí?”

“I need your thoughts on my latest plan. I call it bluetiful bombardments. See, if we use the rocket launcher but fill it was something else we could upgrade the rocket launcher from a rocket launcher to a rocket and/or miscellaneous launcher. But the real question:” The red leader straightened out his back as he looked over the robot he had built. “How far can you throw that head of yours without losing that so-called weefee connection?”

Lopez considered. “Desafortunadamente no lo suficientemente lejos para sacarme de este cañón.” [Unfortunately not far enough to get me out of this canyon.]

---

Dinner at Red Base had a certain rhythm to it.

“But tonight would be perfect!”

“No, Donut, we’re not having another karaoke night.”

“But it would lighten the mood!”

“You know what would lighten up my mood? More bacon.”

“More? Have can you have more bacon if we don’t have any bacon to begin with?”

“Exactly, Simmons. It’s a tragedy.”

“Does this mean you’re signing up for-“

“No.”

“But we already have the equipment!”

“Why and how did you even manage to order karaoke equipment to begin with?!”

“I still say we turn it into a weapon. Install a speaker in Blue Base, let the dirtbag have his go with it, and see those dirty Blues come running out like fleeing rabbits. I’ll have my buckshot ready, heh.”

“Yeah? Then what if I can actually sing? Have you considered that, Sarge?”

“Does that mean-“

“No!”

Lopez only turned himself online every once and awhile to refill himself with the can of oil that Donut had placed at the robot’s end of the table.

---

Lopez was always the last one to go to bed, if it could be called that. He did not have a bed. Instead he would position himself in the corner of the kitchen, the furthest away from the others’ sleeping quarters as possible.

By the time he switched himself online, the other Reds had left the dining table which Donut had cleaned before leaving as well.

With the humans sleeping, the base was for once quiet. Lopez’ heavy footsteps seemed to echo as he walked to the top of their home, ending his day with his brief, daily patrol. Should the Blues decide to launch a midnight attack, he would prefer to know about it, not say anything, and instead silently hope for the jeep to survive.

He glanced at the Blue Base in the distance, wondering if that buzzing at the end of his memory unit was caused by a virus. Deciding to ignore it, he walked back down, on his way to his corner.

That was when he noticed Donut’s microphone in the corner of his vision scanners.

Lopez halted and considered.

It was only a few steps away from his corner. It was turned off, of course, and the robot kept it that way. Placing himself behind the microphone, Lopez considering that strange buzzing that was disturbing his systems.

Then, softly:

“La primera vez que vi sus pisadas Y sus puerto del acero Supe que había encontrado alguien Para compartir un verdadero...” [The first time I saw your treads And enormous chassis of steel I knew that I had found someone To share a robot love so real…]

The robot cut himself off so suddenly that he might as well have experience a failure in his speech component. He slowly raised his head with a stiff motion in order to stare at Grif who was standing just as frozen in the doorway.

“Uh…”

Grif stared.

Lopez stared.

Grif slowly lifted a chip from the bag he had been fetching from the kitchen, placed it gently on his tongue, all while staring at the robot.

Lopez then clenched a fist, staring back.

Almost dropping his snacks in fear, Grif jumped backwards. “Please don’t strangle me.”

The robot took a step towards him.

“I won’t say a word,” he whimpered, holding up his bag of chips in front of his face, as if it could serve as a shield. Freezing again, he reconsidered, and instead he held out the bag as if it served as an offering, “Here. Take it.”

Lopez did not as much as reach out for it.

“Look, buddy,” Grif said, voice wavering slightly from anxiety. “I like staying alive. And you, apparently, like singing. So we can work something out. I won’t say anything. You won’t say anything.” When he received no response, he gingerly added, “And I’ll try not to break the jeep this week.” The silence remained. “Next two weeks?”

Finally Lopez let out something that sounded like a grunt of approval.

Grif let out a deep breath of relief, his defensive stance deflating. “Great. So I get to live?”

“Sí.”

“Cool.” Grif slowly began to walk sideways out of the room, eyes on Lopez the entire time. But the robot was only alone for a few seconds before the Hawaiian’s head peaked around the doorway again. “So, is this like a daily thing or…?”

Lopez just lifted his head the slightest, but the small action was enough.

Grif whimpered again. “Right. Going now. Running. Now. Bye.”

For the next five minutes, Lopez remained where he was standing, eyes scanning, noise detectors registering any sound. But the base was asleep – so much could he conclude from the faint but regular creaking from Sarge’s room whenever he shifted in the bed, and the low, cheerful murmurs from Donut who had a habit of sleep-talking, and the constant hissing from Simmons’ cyborg lungs and then Grif’s snoring to complete the Red Base’s night rhythm.

Lopez wandered back to his corner with stiff steps. Hands down by his side, back straightened but with his chin area of his helmet resting against his chest plate, he took his stance.

And then, a hum low enough to be confused with the whirring of gears, the robot sung, “…para compartir un verdadero...”

With red lights dimming behind the visor, Lopez went into sleep mode.

#rvb bingo wars #swearing #lopez #grif #simmons #donut #sarge #red team feels #please love this robot he deserves it #my rvb stuff

[hello-bangtanboys]

12 Hours(Sneak Peak)

Pairing: Mixed 

Genre: Angst, Horror

Warnings: Death, Murder, Suicide, Blood(All to come later)

So here’s another fic I’m working on. It not entirely about BTS but they are included. Does that count? But its a Purge AU. - Admin Kook

My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight beamed through the curtains. I yawned while looking at the calendar and I felt my heart stop, its that time again. Every year the same fucked up shit happens. 12 hours of endless crime. No police, no medical help, no laws. A fight of the fittest. A purging of the people’s very dark souls. The Purge has resulted in unemployment rates plummeting to 1%, low crime, and a strong economy. But in order for all that to be possible, half a day is given for people to let out their anger. Show their true colors. “To cleanse ourselves of sins” as our new founding fathers say. I myself have never hurt anyone, let alone kill someone. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard him call my name multiple times.

“Rae!”, he laughed as I turned to him with a embarrassed smile.

“Sorry didn't hear you. What did you say?”, I asked sitting up in bed.

“I said good morning but you were so dazed, that you didn’t hear me.”, he chuckled before kissing my lips. I wrapped an arm around his neck to bring him closer to me. Shifting our positions slowly, he was making everything else seem nonexistent. I smiled into the kiss as his tongue grazed my lip for entry. I let out a laugh before pushing him off of me so I could get up and shower. The cool air making me shiver since I was in the warm bed for so long.

“Shit what time is it?” I panicked as he laughed at my worried reaction. “It’s now 3:23.”

“We slept that long? I knew it was a bad idea to stay up last night. It’s still so much to do before 7 and we don’t have enough time.”, I muttered and he grabbed my arms pulling me so I was standing between his legs. “Calm down. It’ll get done.” I smiled noticing how ridiculous I was being before kissing him again. “I’m going to shower. You can join me if you’d like.”, I said with a wink and he chuckled, lying back in bed to cover his blush. After a few minutes, I heard him rummaging through the dresser before he appeared in the bathroom, with me in the shower washing my hair.

“We have a few places to go before it hits 7 tonight okay.”, he said as he stepping in behind me. I couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on my face when he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. My smiled turned into a frown upon feeling his hands slid down to my stomach. I rested my own hand on top of his before giving a slight squeeze.

“I know.” After finishing my hair I stepped out of the shower to get dressed in the bedroom. I slipped on a beige sweater dress that stopped mid thigh along with some tights that had small star designs. I put on my tan ankle boots before making my way to the other room across from our own. I bit my lip as I eyed the crib in the middle of the baby blue room, walking up to it, placing my hand on the side rail. Letting out a small sigh, I ran my fingers along the neatly folded blankets hanging over the aside, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers.

“Rae.” I jumped at the sound of Changgu’s voice as I turned to look at him. “Just thinking about what could have been you know.”

I looked back at the crib before running into his arms. We stood frozen in that position for a while and his hands rubbing my back. “C’mon. We have an appointment to get to.” I reared back with a confused expression as he interlocked out fingers, pulling me to the front door. “Appointment for what?”

“I'm getting you a gun.”, he told me, opening my car door. I slowly got in with an unsure gaze waiting for him to get in. “Changgu you out of everyone should know that I can't shoot a gun to save my life.”

“That's why you practice.”, he laughed starting up the car. He backed out of the driveway and went to pull of when I spotted Aisha and Chanyeol. He rolled next to the walking couple as I let my window down.

“Hey, where you two heading off to?”, I asked with a smile and Aisha leaned against the car to speak through the window.

“Just getting some steps in before tonight. Getting groceries and such. Don't plan on leaving the house this year.”, she told me and I nodded. “So where are you two lovebirds going?”

“Just gonna ride out.”, Changgu answered and she gave a devious smirk. “Now now Changgu. It isn't the time to go out mating like rabbits.”

“At least were cute rabbits.”, he retorted and I blushed, smacking his arm earning a laugh from Chanyeol.

“You two be safe out tonight.”, Chanyeol said and I nodded. “You to.” We drove away and I glared over at Changgu.

“So what gun am I getting?”, I asked and he chuckled. “Nothing major. Just a simple aim and shoot pistol.”

“For protection?”, I questioned and his silence gave me my answer. After going through a few lights we pulled up to a gun store. We got out before proceeding inside where I locked eyes with the last person I wanted to see right now. Jeon Jungkook. Douchebag ex. He waved but I chose to ignore his gesture by walking up to the counter.

“Hi Taehyung”, I greeted with a grin as he reloaded a gun behind the register.

“Hey Raegan. I take it Changgu dragged you here?”, he laughed as my boyfriend glared daggers at him.

“Relax Yeo. I'm kidding, I know you have an appointment.”, he stated with his hands up.

“Mhmm sure you do.”, Changgu  joked as Taehyung led us to the range in the back.

“Its real simple Rae. You just aim and shoot. I would say focus but considering tonight's events, you won't have time to.”, he explained as he set the earmuffs on my head to cover my ears.

“Well be right behind you.”, he stated with a muffled voice before hitting a button. Targets began to spring up and I hesitantly picked up my weapon. My body shook as I pulled the trigger completely missing the targets.

“Aim Raegan.”, Taehyung laughed.

“You're doing just fine baby.”, Changgu added.

I followed their guidance and held up my gun, pointing at a target getting ready to pull the trigger. I hit the target in the chest area before letting out a sigh. “Can I stop now?’

“One shot isn’t going to save your life sweetheart if your attacker is prepared to be shot.”, an amused voice replied and I turned to see Jungkook standing with a smug grin. I grimaced at the nickname as he slowly approached me.

“I do have a gun in my hands.”, I stated and he let out a chuckle, leaning against the dividing wall between each booth. “You and I both know that you’re not going to do anything with that gun.”

“What do you want?”, I asked quickly. “Just wanted to know if you’re gonna be safe tonight.”

“She will.” I jumped slightly as Changgu’s voice echoed through the room. He appeared next to me and I grabbed onto his arm as he and Jungkook stared each other down. “Alright boys, not in my store.” I turned to thank Taehyung silently and he nodded, understanding my discomfort.

“You buying?”, he asked and I smiled, pulling my boyfriend’s arm towards the front counter where Taehyung rung us up. “I put some extra ammunition in the bag since you’re not that experienced with shooting.” I thanked him once more before the two of us exited the store.

“Stay safe Raegan.”, he called out and I did a quick you too walking to the car. As he turned on the ignition Jungkook walked out and did a headshot gesture in our direction leaving me nervous all the way home. 6:40 came quicker than I wanted it to. I could feel my nerves on fire as people cheered and screamed outside. I stared down at the gun in my hands when the doorbell rung. My lips formed a small frown while my mind pondered as to why someone is ringing our doorbell just minutes away from purge night. I set the pistol on the bed and went to the door only to be surprised to see Changgu’s best friend Yanan standing a few feet away from the door.

“Yanan, do you have any idea what time it is?” He gave a nervous smile, nodding his head slowly. “Yeah. We decided to come before it started.”

“Come for what?” The moment the words left my mouth Changgu rounded the corner, in the middle of loading his pistol. His eyes met mine while I looked between the two friends before it all clicked together. “Don’t tell me you're actually going out there tonight?!” Yanan cleared his throat gesturing to the truck, slowly backing away.

“We’ll be in the truck.” He back tracked to the vehicle in front of our house as I shut the door, running a hand through my pastel locks. “Are you serious?”

“Baby, just hear me out alright.” I scoffed as I walked into the living room not having any of his explanations. “No way! You are not going out there! What reason do you have to do so?” I could feel my blood boil as he let out a sigh.

“Rae, I have to do this tonight. I know you don’t want me to, but I need to.”

“Damn right I don’t! Do you have any idea what goes on out there?! People die Changgu! You can’t-” He cut me off before I could finish my rant. “Raegan you aren’t talking me out of this. I’m going. I have to do this tonight or else I’d have to wait another year.” I could see the darkness in his eyes as he continued to speak. “You can’t stop me.” His words stung, I didn’t realize I was crying until he moved to wipe my cheeks with his thumb.

“I can’t let him get away with this.” My eyes widened at his words and I bit my lip. “You’re going after him, aren’t you?” He remained silent and my body shook with a slight sob, trying to change his mind. “You don’t have to. We can- we can always-”

“Rae, he took our son away from us. And they let him walk away like it was nothing all because he had them sitting on a fat check. I hear you crying yourself to sleep at night and I can’t deal with that anymore.” I knew there was no point in arguing with him anymore so I just rested my forehead on his chest. “I’ll comeback.”

“What if you don’t? What if you’re killed out there? What will I do then? Changgu I can’t deal with that too.”

“Don’t think like that alright. The gun is in the bedroom, already loaded and the extra bullets are on the dresser. If anything happens, call me on my cell okay.” I reluctantly nodded my head upon feeling his lips on my forehead before moving down to my lips leaving a lingering kiss. “I have to go.” He turned on his heels and walked outside to Wooseok’s truck. I followed behind him up to the door and watched as he flashed one last smile before they drove away up the street. I wrapped my arms around my body as the loud siren sounded throughout the city.

“This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all."

#bts #pentagon #exo #day 6 #kpop fanfiction #the purge