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millie-multifics · 1 year

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Amongst the Snowflakes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Confessions are made while snowflakes begin to cover the streets of Hawkins.

Warnings: Fluff. Brief mentions of non-existent children and pregnancy. Spoilers to volume 4 through mentions of events and injuries.

Word Count: ~1.6k

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Walking out of work, the first thing you had noticed was over your 8-hour shift there was a change in the air. You took a deep breathe as the newly arrived winter air kissed your cheeks, the chill stinging your lungs held a familiar smell that was unusual for early November: snow. The gray sky was another sign that tonight would be the first snowfall, marking another season passed since the carnage that Hawkins had endured last spring.

Once Hawkins had gained back a sliver of normalcy and Eddie’s name had been cleared by the government coverup, Saturday night was quickly designated their weekly movie night. Working at a grocery store meant you oversaw snacks while Steve and Robin brought the movies- everyone had agreed that only older movies were on the roster as Max’s eyesight had been severally diminished by Vecna and the last thing anyone wanted was for her to feel left out. You lifted the brimming paper bag out of the car and walked the pathway up to Steve’s house.

You had been a long-time friend of Eddie’s at the time of the scandal, devoting your time to keeping the metalhead out of jail when he was accused of murder. You had never been a fan of King Steve when you attended Hawkins High, but the Steve Harrington who risked his life for a group of misfit kids and the unknowing town of Hawkins was somehow much more unintentionally charming. He had become your new best friend and you had become his crutch, stealing his heart as he recovered from yet another interdimensional attack.

You rested the paper bag against your hip as you struggled to untangle the key Steve had presented you on your sixth month anniversary. You had spent most of your nights being wrapped in Steve’s arms so it was only fitting that he gave you a key for his usually empty house.

“Honey, I’m home!” You greeted Steve, dropping your keys into the bowl by the door and kicking off your shoes. He popped his head out of the kitchen with the phone pressed against his ear, confirming the pizza order as he sent you an acknowledging wave and welcoming smile. You emptied the bag of snacks onto the counter, digging through the cupboards to find the large bowls for the potato chips and smaller bowls for the various types of candy.

“Pizza is on the way,” Steve announced as he hung the phone on its hook, “the movies are ready to go and everyone should be here any second now.”

“Did you see the sky? It looks like it is going to snow tonight.”

Steve hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck, “I’ve already called everyone about staying the night, no use sending them home in the middle of the night if the roads are covered in snow.”

“I will dig out the spare blankets and pillows, after I change out of these clothes and into something much comfier.”

Steve spun you in his arms, his hands finding your hips as he smirked down at you. “I could come help you with that.”

“You do remember that children are going to be here soon?”

“I was talking about getting the pillows and blankets.” He insisted, feigning innocence at your inappropriate accusation. The tell-tale squeak of Eddie’s breaks on his beaten van announced the arrival of all the younglings just as Steve’s lips met your own in a sweet peck, “And that is my que. You go take a shower and change into something comfortable and I shall entertain our guests.”

“It’s so quiet.” You hummed into Steve’s hair as he rested his head on your chest, your heartbeat nearly lulling him back to sleep.

“It’s always quieter when it snows.”

“Shhh.” Both adults could hear the kids as they lurked outside the bedroom door. There was no doubt that they had discovered the snow upon waking up. “We should let them sleep.”

“But I want to play in the snow!” The familiar whine of impatience made you both chuckle.

You nudged Steve’s shoulders until he was sitting up, rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes. The chill of the room and loss of warmth from your lover made you pull your robe over your shoulders. Two sets of eyes stared up at you as you pulled open the bedroom door.

“We didn’t mean to wake you up.” Your daughter, the spitting image of you, smiled innocently.

“I want to play in the snow.” Your son whined again, rolling his eyes over his younger sister’s innocent act when she had been the one to wake him up by jumping on his bed with uncontained excitement.

“And what do we say when we want something?” Steve asked, moving to lean against you in the doorway. Your heart banging in your chest with love as you watched Steve interact with your two children.

“Please! Can we please go play in the snow now?”

“Baby, wake up.” You were awoken from your slumber by Steve softly brushing his fingers over your cheek. “The kids want to go play in the snow.”

The light from the television was harsh on your eyes as the credits for the third movie rolled down the screen, your day at work had drained you so you had fallen asleep at the beginning of the second film. You could hear Dustin screeching outside as he dodged snowballs being thrown by Eddie, the sound grounding you into reality after your blissful dream. You sent Steve a tired smile as he pulled you to your feet, helping you get your arms into the sleeves of your jacket and even zipping it up to your chin.

It was always quiet in Hawkins at 1 o’clock in the morning but you were sure it had never been this peaceful, even the squeals of excitement and giggle of happiness around you were muted by the snow. Steve’s bare fingers curled around your gloved hand, pulling you across the now white yard into the chaos that was happening around you.

“Your hands are going to get cold.” You warned as Steve reached into the ice, molding a snowball in his already pink fingers.

“Only have one pair of gloves.” He nodded to the knit ones he had insisted you wear before coming outside. He threw the snowball, hitting Robin in the shoulder. Everyone’s attention turned to Steve when they noticed he had joined their snowball fight, which meant your close position to him was being chalked up to collateral damage. You could not help but giggle as the two of you tried to dodge the powdery ammo, Steve using his body to shield you as he gave up fighting back. Eight against two was an unfair game and there was no way they would be claiming victory.

“Truce! Truce!” Steve shouted, sure that he would wake up with a bruise or two in the morning. The opposing team cheered at their victory before quickly turning on each other. Snow clung to Steve’s clothes, his hands and cheeks red from the cold. You quickly pulled him into your arms, uncaring that the wet from the snow would seep through your clothes and bring you a chill. Steve grinned down at you, his eyes sparkling under the bright moon.

“I love you.” It always sounded so simple and pure coming from his lips, never failing to bring a smile to your face. Your dream was still fresh in your mind and although many would criticize you for thinking this so soon in your relationship with Steve, something in your heart was telling you he was the one.

“I love you too.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Steve looked away nervously, his gaze lingering on the crystal snowflakes as they fell, “Remember when I told you about that dream I had? The one with the RV and the kids and…”

“And Nancy? I remember it.” You squeezed his hand in encouragement, showing him that you were listening and he could tell you anything that plagued him.

“Yeah, that one. Well, I have been having a different one lately,” Steve scratched his head and you knew that if you were not holding his other hand, it would find its natural place on his hip, “I am standing in the kitchen, wearing this silly pink apron. The front door opens and there is this pitter patter of small feet- two kids, a girl and boy, they look like the perfect mixture of me and you.”

As you hang on to his every word, his nerves are slowly overtaken by an uncontrollable grin.

“You walk in and you are beautiful as always, but there is something different about you- you’re glowing and you’ve got a swollen belly, baby number three. Every time I wake up from this dream my chest aches with this feeling that I have never felt before and I know we are just starting out and you might just think I’m crazy but my heart has already decided, I don’t want to live a single day without you…” Steve slipped his hand out of yours, reaching into the pocket of his now soaked sweater, “Marry Me?”

Tears stung your eyes, blurring your vision as you glanced down at the ring Steve held. Your hands shook as they reached for his face, bringing his lips down to meet yours.

Steve reluctantly pulled away, resting his forehead against your own, “Is that yes? Or am I totally crazy?”

“Yes, Steve, I’ll marry you.”

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rothjuje · 10 months

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George starts summer school tomorrow and I’m nervous. He actually loves to go “bye byes” so he’ll be fine once there and probably won’t want to leave, and he’ll be happy once I come and get him, but if he doesn’t have fun tomorrow he will panic at drop off Thursday. I hate that they do summer school at the elementary school instead of the preschool. It will be an entirely new campus and teacher and therapists. I know he’ll be fine but I hate that I can’t really prepare him and he won’t be able to tell me how it goes.

He is starting to talk in little chunks though. He calls me mommy and refers to himself as Georgie, has learned the word no and uses it often, is starting to request snacks by name. The other night he handed me his toothbrush and said “brush your teeth!” Scripting because that’s what I say to him but still meaningful speech because he had tooth brush in hand and was making a request. It was very cute.

It’s rained constantly and everything is soaked. Instead of keeping the whiney kids inside yet another day, I had a brilliant idea. I would put sensory kid that cannot handle wet clothes in a snow bib. Worked like a charm. They stayed dry, had a blast playing in the mud, and looked like a cute little farmer. I’m sure they make waterproof overalls, I need to look into that.

Speaking of the rain, I slide down the front steps a few days ago and broke my tailbone. I have bruising on both sides and it hurts to sit. Such bad timing with the intense amount of yard work that needs to get done. Falling down stairs is pretty unsettling, my fault for wearing shoes with no tread in a downpour, but also our stairs are much too steep and this is my 4th fall down them, first fall that resulted in injury though. Ouch.

We moved the 400 pound chicken coop with no help yesterday. It was quite the project. First Justin used a car jack with extensions to lift coop enough to slide a wood board under, then he repeated on the other side. Then he tied a winch to a tree and shoved then tightened, then shoved then tightened etc. It is now in its final place. You can still see it from the street but it looks much better. He put rebar at the corners of where the run will be and I’m pretty dang excited. Run will be built Saturday, roof will go on Sunday.

Our yard is trashed from the excavation. We are so confused by how rocky the soil is here. It’s more rocks than dirt! Is this a New England thing? In northern CA the dirt was hard with little pebbles but still mainly dirt. In TX the dirt was more sand than dirt, very soft and the kids loved to play with it. Here the dirt is very hard, almost like clay with tons of small rocks and bigger rocks and occasionally a boulder. It makes for a very strenuous and tedious cleanup. Also, I have to dig out the bottom of the chicken run to put down hardware cloth and I dug for an hour today and barely made a dent. At least it’s a good work out.

We didn’t do much today, other than Justin cooking a lot which is pretty much our tradition for any holiday. Fourth of July is weird. Feels icky to celebrate usually, but it’s a big thing out here. I always get kind of sad on July 4th because that was the last day I saw my sister alive. 15 years ago today. It doesn’t feel like it’s been 15 years, but I guess it has. I once had a friend tell me it’s too much to get sad on the 4th of July, and then again on the 23rd of July (her accident), and then again on October 26th (her birthday) but they are big days to me and I can’t help but feel sad. Trauma sticks in your head in a different way. The memories much more vivid, reverberating.

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gean-grey-blog · 9 months

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Thank you @thesymphonytrue for the prompt! Set pre-series.

Neal was curious. It was the root of many of his problems. Including this one.

His contact for obtaining a sample of a historic paint was a recluse, so he had schlepped himself upstate to meet the man. He got to the nearest town the day before and stayed in a hotel. Paging through the very limited attractions brochure, he discovered there was a museum in town. Not an art museum, but still, he was curious.

He went to the museum in the afternoon after completing his transaction, ducking his head against blowing snow between the parking lot and the entrance. It was a medium sized museum, warm on a freezing day. He stood over a case of baseball World Series rings, studying the metalwork. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked.

Agent Peter Burke, the man Neal would least like to run into in a museum where he was contemplating crime, was walking towards the exit, conversing intensely with someone who seemed like a curator. Neal ducked into another room, heart pounding.

He carefully followed Burke through the museum, until he saw the Agent leave.

Neal went and hid in the bathrooms for a while. After about an hour, he left, and got in the car he had borrowed. Shaken–was it just bad luck, or had Burke known he was going to be here?--he pulled onto the road.

The storm was getting worse, and it was starting to get dark. Snow plows were out, keeping the roads passable, but snow was still building up. Neal stopped and put chains on the tires, grunting and grumbling in the wet and the cold. His fingers were numb by the time he got back in the car, he held them in front of the vent, shivering.

He really hadn’t needed this paint this bad. He pulled back onto the road after a plow passed the chain up area, cutting through a short wall of snow. The plow was going faster than he was going to try, so he ended up just alone on the road in the dark, snow coming towards his headlights like he was flying through space.

A tractor trailer suddenly flew up to his left, swerving around him on the wrong side of the road. He clutched the steering wheel, and tried to stay on the road. He shook his head. He could have freaking died…

He had driven for another twenty or so minutes, when he saw light shining out of a snowbank. Someone was crashed on the side of the road. The snowbank was knocked down by the car having gone through it, leaving a space to pull over. He did, and pulled out his phone to call 911. There was no service. Shit.

He climbed out of his car, pulled his coat around himself, and pushed through the snow, hating every minute of it. The car was a black sedan, the tail lights were flashing. He scooped snow out of the way with his hands, until he could get to the driver’s side door and look in the window. There was a man inside, not moving.

Neal knocked on the window. The man turned his head, and Neal jumped. It was Burke.

Burke stared at him through the window, and Neal saw his mouth move in the right shape for, “Caffrey?”

Neal dug in his coat pockets, found a small hammer for using a bump key, gestured for Burke to turn away from the window, and protect his face. Burke turned his head, but didn’t otherwise move. Neal had to bang on the window four times before it broke. Finally it did, and he used his elbow to knock the square chunks of glass out of the way.

Burke stared up at him, shivering violently.

“Caffrey?”

Neal reached inside, trying to pull the door open, but it wouldn’t budge, “what happened?”

“Truck ran me off the road.”

Neal winced. Probably the one that had nearly done the same to him.

“Can you move?”

Burke gazed up at him, blood under his nose, trapped, a known criminal standing over him in the dark, where nobody could help him.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Peter nodded very slightly, and finally admitted, “no, I can’t.”

Neal started to dig at the snow. He sighed, shook his head, and looked at Burke, “I’ll be right back.”

Burke watched him go, anxiously. Neal went back to his car, found a plastic box lid, and went back to the crashed car. He started digging Burke’s car out, his hands freezing and red in the cold and wet.

“Caffrey,” said Burke, his voice shaking. Neal looked up. Burke was holding out a pair of gloves, face contorted in pain.

Neal took them quickly, Burke let his arm drop, body shuddering. Neal put the gloves on, and kept digging. Finally he had enough room to partially open the car door. He reached in through the window and made sure it was unlocked, then yanked on the handle. It screeched, and strained, but didn’t open. Neal tried the inside handle, tried both at the same time. He shook his head and cleared more snow, so he could use the full weight of his body.

Burke groaned faintly, and Neal paused to look at him. The older man was leaning forward, eyes closed, arm hugged tight around his ribs. Neal put a hand on his arm, gently.

Burke raised his head with a grunt. His face was wet with snow and blood, his eyes wet with unshed tears of pain.

“Maybe if you keep driving…can get a signal…” ground out Burke, barely audible.

Neal considered it. He could drive until he could call 911, send them back. Firefighters could get this door open in moments, get Burke into an ambulance.

A loud roar sounded behind him, he turned in alarm. A snowplow was coming through. It pushed more snow into the hollow. He was partially pinned against Burke’s car by the influx of snow, and had to dig himself free again.

He looked at Burke. The agent’s head was hanging again, he was really hurt. The snowplow had buried Neal’s car, he would have to dig it out to keep driving. That might be too long to wait. Neal picked up the plastic lid and went back to digging out the door.

Neal finally got enough space to pull with as much weight and strength as he had. It took three tries, his arms straining, one foot braced against the rest of the car, but finally the door popped open. Neal fell back into the snow, panting, sweating even in the cold.

He struggled back to his feet and crouched beside Burke, now that he could actually see what was going on. There was a branch protruding into the cab of the car through the far window, pinning Peter. Peter’s pants were torn, there was a deep gash on his thigh.

Another snowplow came through, Neal got shoved against the open door and against Peter.

“Caffrey…you can’t…stay here…you’ll get…hurt, too…” Burke was struggling to speak, arching his head back in agony, as he fought to get the words out.

Neal glared at Burke, “I do what I want.”

Burke actually chuckled a little at that, though it made him go even paler.

Neal dug himself out again, and reached in, unfastening Peter’s seatbelt. He shoved on the branch until he could get it out of the way and get a good look Burke’s leg. There was a lot of blood.

Neal took off his scarf, and leaned in, tucking it under Peter’s knee, and then sliding it up under his thigh. Peter cried out, grabbing on to the steering wheel, twisting and whimpering as Neal tied the scarf tightly above the wound, until he saw the bleeding noticeably slow. He used a piece of the branch that had injured Peter to secure the tourniquet.

He had to get Peter away from the road, or they would in fact just get crushed. He dug his way into the wall of snow, panting with effort. He managed to break through into the woods beyond the packed plowed snow. He returned to the car.

Burke was lying in the seat, eyes closed. His hands were on his leg, head back.

“Burke?”

Burke opened his eyes and looked up at Neal.

“Do you think your back is hurt, or anything is broken?”

Peter shrugged a little, weakly, “maybe some ribs.”

“Okay. I’m going to pull you back into the woods, away from the road.”

Peter gazed up at Neal, wary.

Neal sighed and crouched beside the car. He gripped Peter’s arm, “I will keep you safe.”

Peter was still uncertain, but he finally nodded. Neal hadn’t hurt him yet, after all.

Neal got his arms under Peter’s armpits, and started to pull Peter out of the car. Peter howled in pain, but did his best to help anyway.

Neal squeezed his eyes shut, hating everything, as he dragged Peter onto the snowy ground, and then back through the tunnel he had made. The journey went over lumps, rocks, sticks, bushes. Peter screamed more than once.

By the time he had gotten Peter back into the woods, the older man was semi-conscious, limp in Neal’s arms. Neal left him there for a moment and went back to Peter’s car. He found a first aid kit in the back seat, and an emergency bag.

He returned to Peter, lying on the ground only partially with it. He dug in the emergency bag, and found a space blanket. He put that over Peter, and tried to tuck it under the bigger man a bit as well. Then he opened the first aid kit. Thankfully there was bleed stop powder, packing gauze, and more. He took off the gloves and stuffed them in his pockets.

He used fresh snow to clean the dirty wood bits out of the wound, Peter just whimpered loosely, fading in and out from the pain and blood loss. Neal put the bleed stop powder on generously, and then started to pack and dress the wound. Finally, satisfied he took the tourniquet off. If it bled through the bandages he would put it back.

He then moved to kneel beside Peter’s head. The FBI agent looked up at him, shivering violently, frighteningly pale.

“You with me?” asked Neal.

Peter closed his eyes, “mmh…”

Neal patted Peter’s face. Peter opened his eyes again.

“Why were you at the museum today?” Neal asked.

Peter opened his eyes, surprise bringing him back around a little.

“You were there?” Peter asked.

Neal nodded, then added with a chuckle, “not to do any crime, it was just on the way.”

Peter managed a faint laugh, “from doing crime?”

Neal shrugged.

Peter closed his eyes again, but did keep talking, “they had a smash and grab. One of a series...came across my desk, I took an interest…baseball is...”

Peter stopped talking, panting, moving his arm down under the shiny silver mylar, clutching the top of his leg. Neal checked it. The bandages were a little wet from melting snow under Peter’s thigh, but no blood had soaked through on top.

He was more worried about the cold, now. He started to trim thin branches from nearby trees, and weave them into a mat thick with pine needles. He laid that down on top of the snow, and dragged Peter onto it. Peter cried out, but weakly.

Neal adjusted the space blanket over Peter, then set to making a second mat, this one stiffer with slightly bigger sticks. He used fallen branches to prop it up at one end, tying it together with bark he stripped from trees and rolled between his hands to make a rough cord. He set it up over Peter to keep the snow off.

He put the first aid kit and emergency bag under the shelter as well, and knelt beside the agent to check on him. Peter was awake, watching him in silence.

“Never knew you were an outdoorsman,” murmured Peter.

“I’m not,” said Neal, flatly, “but I’ve seen some pretty cool art made with natural materials…just copied what they did.”

Peter laughed a little, but it clearly hurt his ribs. He turned his head away. He was starting to get overwhelmed, by pain, cold, fear…

Neal crawled under the little shelter with Peter, put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. Peter turned his head back to look at Neal, tears starting to run down the sides of his face. Neal opened the front of his coat to share his body heat, and laid down next to him on the pine needle mat. He undid Peter’s coat as well, and wrapped himself as much as he could around the bigger man, careful of his injuries.

“Try and rest,” said Neal, and since it seemed to have reached Peter before, repeated, “I’ll keep you safe.”

He put his head on Peter’s shoulder. The older man was solid, muscular but still soft under Neal’s cheek. Neal tried not to be curious about what it would be like to lay down beside Peter under other circumstances.

“Okay,” mumbled Peter, finally.

As soon as the sun was up, Neal climbed over the snow wall back onto the road. He stood there until he was able to flag down a snowplow, which was able to radio for help. They also helped dig his and Peter’s cars out.

Eighteen minutes later–Neal was very much keeping track–an ambulance arrived. Peter had to be put on a backboard and carried back to the road. Neal walked beside the crew, holding Peter’s hand tightly. Peter was only kind of awake, but he was definitely aware of whether Neal was beside him or not.

They reached the ambulance, he was put on the stretcher, and prepared to be loaded into the vehicle.

Neal squeezed Peter’s hand, and shook Peter very slightly by the shoulder. He opened his eyes, weakly turning his head to look up at Neal.

“I’m going to go now,” said Neal, gently, “you’ll be okay from here.”

Peter nodded very slightly, and rasped, “thank you. I’ll see you…again…some day…”

His eyes closed of their own accord, and his hand loosened on Neal’s. Neal squeezed it one last time, and gave Peter a quick peck on the cheek, “we’ll see.”

He was curious, after all...

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shamrockqueen · 1 year

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Grizzly chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pairing : Alpha Jake Jensen × Omega Reader / Alpha

Andy Barber × Omega Reader / Alpha Curtis Everett

× Omega Reader: ABO Pairings

Warnings : violence, blood, aggression.

Word count : 1626

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Summary : Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon the home of not one, not two, but three alpha brothers. Each day will be more dangerous than the last.

(I had to repost this chapter since the link seemed to be dead and I couldn’t fix it worth a damn)

Andy parks behind the truck but doesn’t step out just yet. Something was off, and he grabs his brother's arm before he takes his seatbelt off. Curtis was on the other side of the vehicle, but his appearance seemed almost manic.

It’s still lightly snowing out, but Curtis isn’t wearing any of his cold weather clothes; he’s not even wearing a shirt, and on closer inspection neither was he wearing shoes. He was out in the snow in nothing but fucking jeans.

“What the hell is he doing?” Jake leans closer to Andy’s window to get a better look as Curtis hops back into the truck.

Andy puts the car in park and undoes his seatbelt “stay here.” He insisted, but Jake didn't listen and he was out of the car as fast as his brother was. “I said stay in the c..”

“Fat chance.” Jake wasn’t going to just sit in the car when his brothers were in trouble.

Andy rounds the truck to where Curtis was digging around in it. He approaches slowly as he calls out his name. Something smelled very off about him, and another thick scent was tying a knot into both his and Jake’s stomach.

As the two had gotten closer Curtis was finally alerted to their presence. Their alpha stink was sizzling off their skin in discomfort. These were alphas in HIS territory, threatening the safety of HIS omega.

Every muscle in his body reacted at once as he pushed off the open door and leapt from the truck. His bare feet slapped the icy gravel as he bounded towards his older brother.

Andy couldn’t recall a time he, or Curtis had ever gotten into a fight, let alone a serious argument. Never in his life would he expect Curtis to lunge at him the way he did.

He grappled at the exposed shirt collar from under Andy’s coat, using it as leverage to jerk him forward and throw him towards the ground. Andy thrusts his palms out in front of him to catch his fall. His right hand hits the ice, but his body twists and his ribcage is the next to hit the ground. The air is forced out of his lungs as he hits a still sturdy ice patch. Now he can only struggle to his feet as he catches his breath.

Jake had rounded the other side of the truck and leapt onto Curtis’ back in the hopes of subduing him. The middle brother was bigger and stronger than his younger counterpart. Jake held on for a while as he grappled with the shirtless alpha, but brute strength eventually won out. Curtis throws Jake from his back to slap against the melting ice. This gave Andy a little bit of time to pull himself up but instead of chasing after his more manic brother he ran to the aid of his youngest sibling still on the ground.

Curtis is all alpha protecting his omega. While the other men help one another, he is bolting back into the cabin to barricade the door. Any common sense over his familial ties to the two alphas fails to reach his brain as he locks them outside. He only knows to keep them away from his mate during her heat.

When the front door seemed impenetrable, he ran to the couch to take you up into his arms. You're still so tired as you hang from his hands like a loose curtain, as he carries you to the main bedroom.

When both men are to their feet they scramble for the door, but it’s held tight. Andy lunges for a tacky lawn gnome near the main door and in his haste he smashes it against the log walls of the cabin. As ugly as the little ceramic man was, he held a hidden treasure. From the shards of pottery fell a little silver key.

Jake tries to calm his brother down as he scrambles for the key to pry the door open. He wrestled to jam the key into the lock, shaking the wood. His skin was reddening at the edges of his collar shirt and Jake was growing more and more worried over what this situation was doing to all of them.

Andy’s arms softened as he pressed the key into the lock. The metal clicks as the key turns with ease, but as Andy presses his hand to the door, it doesn’t budge.

Jake grabs Andy's wrist as he almost throws his shoulder at the unmovable door.

“What are you doing!” Jake shouts. “What the hell do you mean, he’s got the whole thing blocked.” Andy seemed to be more and more in his cool with each push on the wood. Jake had to pull him back by the jacket as it started to creak under the pressure.

“Something is clearly wrong here. We don’t know what he’s gonna do if we just bust the door down.”

Andy takes this moment to breathe in the cool morning air, not having realized he’d been holding his breath from the start.

At least one of the boys still had their wits about them. Instead of trying to break through, Jake rounds the corner in search of another way inside, and Andy follows. He spots a window with nothing blocking it. It was just low enough that he could pull himself through.

He grabs a small folded knife from his pocket and clicks it open.

He pushes the blade into the tiny gap where the pane meets the wood. There were old windows with no screens and ably God knew if anyone remembered to lock them. With luck as Jake presses on the handle of the blade, the window pops up enough for him to squeeze his fingers under it and push the damn thing up.

Instead of crawling in first, he squats down and cups his hands to boost Andy through.”c’mon you first.”

Andy does as directed and hikes himself up to shimmy through the window. Once through he offers his hand to his brother to pull him in.

There was the noise of Curtis all throughout the cabin, and this room is no exception. They are in a child’s room containing the three beds they all once occupied when they would vacation near the lake.

It looked like it had been dusted, but it had a stuffy smell that almost covered the scent of what lay farther past the closed door. It was surreal, being in their old bedroom, but neither could stop to reminisce as they heard boots thumping past the door.

The smell that permeated throughout the house was muted from the kids bedroom, but it became stronger the closer they got to the door leading back out to the hall. It makes their skin start to crawl underneath their coats.

“Christ, it’s all over the house.” Jake was nearly doubling over as he whispered to his brother.

Andy shushed him as he pushed the door open. Jake pulls his shirt over his nose to escape the smell while following close behind. Andy stood sturdy against the incoming wave of fresh omega heat, but below the surface it still pricked his skin and invaded his head.

What neither brother knew was that Curtis could smell the intruders through the thick fog of mixed scents. He bolted for the bedroom door and took Andy out by the legs.

His rut was in full swing as raw aggression flooded his veins. Two alphas have invaded the territory Curtis has made and he’s on red alert.

As the men fight you’re left alone as your body begins twitching from the horrid mix of angry scents.

Jake had been knocked over in the brawl and had to pull himself up from the floor to get ahold of Curtis to yank him off of Andy. Jake catches him by the foot and drags him out into the hall.

Andy pulls himself together before aiding his brother. He lips his arms around the back of Curtis and lifts him off the ground to successfully drag him out into the cold morning air.

Each brother takes their fair share of right, hooks the entire drag towards the car. The crummy Toyota shakes under the pressure of three men battling in the doorway of its passenger seat.

“GRAB HIS ARM!” Andy Shouted to the younger brother as he looped his arm under Curtis’.

Jake did the same so they could lift their brother up and toss him into the back of the car.

He’s still kicking and squirming against Jake as Andy clicks the child safety lock on before pulling his brother off and shouting for him to get to the other door.

Curtis’ focus was blurred by tunnel vision, and as his youngest brother rounded the car and tried to locate the child's locks, instead of trying to crawl out the other side, he kicked his bare feet against the closed window. Unlike Andy, Jake had to fumble with the door to find the little mechanism to keep Curtis barricaded.

Andy became quickly impatient and ran over to lock it himself. Curtis can see him sprinting around the car and sees he can lunge out the open doorway. Jake catches him and is nearly knocked back as Andy clicks the child lock.

Andy drags Jake away and slams the door in Curtis’ face, smashing his head against the window.

For a moment everything was horribly quiet. Curtis had stopped fighting against the door, and both brothers stared at the window.

The air is thin as both struggle to breathe, choked by the image of a little spatter of red in the center of the cracked web of glass of the car window.

Chapter 4

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firethatgrewsolow · 1 year

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Curious question I hope you or someone can help with: before the Starship, how did the boys get from show to show? Especially like multi city gigs in the same state. I’ve never heard anyone mention anything. On a fun note, I’m imaging a Tiny Dancer Almost Famous scene but it’s Elvis 😂

Ahh, that does sound fun! I love that scene, and TD is one of my favorite songs. 💕 As to your question, I’ve pondered that a time or two. Which is to say I was pretty much obsessed with figuring out what they did when I was writing M&R. From what I’ve gathered, and I could easily be wrong, they had essentially three tiers of travel in the states. Europe was a bit different, and I’ll explain that in a sec.

In the early, early days, it looks like they were ferried about via station wagon, which quickly morphed into commercial flights and limos, as their success was basically immediate. There are some hilarious stories about snow storms and ruffled hair from those days - just google it if you don’t know them already. So funny. They continued w the commercial flights until they procured the Falcon jet. Not sure exactly when that was, but I know they had it by the summer of 71. My guess is sometime during 1970. Here’s Peter Grant chatting about it:

“Before that we had a nine-seater Falcon jet, which was a tremendous plane. We used to fly to every gig, into the limo, police escort, do the gig, do the encore and then – no changing, bang! – to the plane. I mean, it's wonderful isn't it, having your own plane?

“But they had to sit opposite each other all the time. And of course, there were rows, but they never lasted more than two or three hours (two or three hours ha!) a night. Somebody might get chinned by one of the others, having punch-ups between themselves. I mean, Bonzo and Robert were famous for that.

“The first time in Japan, in 1970 (it was actually 71) Robert went on with a split lip for the encore every time. And this was an argument over something they did in the [pre-Zeppelin band] Band Of Joy – Robert wouldn't pay Bonzo £37 for petrol or something.

“The thing is, in all seriousness, on that small plane you were too in that 'cocoon'. And then the 'Starship' came along. Which was only $14,000 more, because they [Boeing] wanted the publicity and that kind of thing. And we thought, well why not? We'll have a 720.”

They kept using the Falcon until half way through the 73 tour, at which time they scored the Starship. So, essentially, they scrubbed around for the first few months, then rapidly ascended to planes and limos. There’s talk of some school bus thing they used in the very beginning, but I can’t find anything concrete. In case you were wondering, the crew carted equipment around in U-haul type vehicles, staying in like mid-level budget motels, eventually sometimes flying commercial w the gear in the hold. They might also have gotten a bus at some point, I’m not sure. Im terribly uninformed about that.

In Europe, as the landscape and logistics are quite different than in the USA, they flew and took trains, sometimes personally driving to gigs. There’s a story about Robert’s car breaking down on the way to a gig in January 73, requiring he (and Bonzo?) hitchhike! to the show. I can only assume he was compelled to drive bc of a need for convenience / autonomy and not to save a buck lol! Some people theorize that he caught a cold doing this and sang anyway (as he was wont to do) - and that this was the genesis of his vocal struggles. I’d say smoking and opening with IS sans warmup a million times in a row might have had something to do with it, too. 😉

Well, that’s my Ted talk on Zeppelin transport logistics. 😁 Hope it wasn’t too boring. I really love delving into this stuff so thanks for the question! 💖 I’ll probably dig around a little deeper and see what I can find. And if anyone would like to add anything, please do!!

#sorry it took so long to reply!#very fun question ❤️

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xaphrin · 2 years

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From This Prompt List

This one kind of ends weird, so I may have to write more. Oh no.

Adult Nonsense Ahead

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Dick stared down into the engine, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to understand exactly what he was looking at. Whatever basic auto care his brothers had tried to teach him seemed useless at this point. Something was steaming and hissing, and there was a metallic, pungent smell that assaulted his nose with every rush of wind. He sighed and cursed under his breath, his fingers tightening on the frame.

Not for the first time in his life, he wished that he had the same technical know-how as his brothers. Jason and Tim could probably fix it outright, or at least jerry-rig the engine to limp it to civilization a few miles up the road. Dick definitely didn’t possess those same skills, and so he was staring down into the engine feeling like he was trying to learn a foreign language without a textbook.

On the other side of the car, half-obscured by the darkness and the heavy snowfall, Raven was checking the radar on her phone. Even from here, Dick could see the dark splash of color that indicated the blizzard had no intention of stopping anytime soon. With a sigh and a frustrated curse, she sidled up beside him, trying to draw from his warmth.

“What’s the verdict on the car?” The wind whipped around them as she was speaking, carrying her words down the steep slope of the mountain.

“The tow company is backed-up because of the storm. They’re saying it’s going to be three to four hours, at least. I called my family, but all the roads are blocked right now until the plow trucks can clear some of the snow.” He slammed the hood down and looked over at her. “We could try walking into town, but…” Dick trailed off, tilting his head to look over the sheer drop of the cliff.

Raven snorted. “I’d rather we didn’t fall to our untimely demise.” She glanced around the dark road, listening to the wild wind howl like a demon. “Let’s just wait. Four hours isn’t so bad, and someone might happen to drive by that can give us a lift.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Dick didn’t believe anyone was going to come out in this storm on a winding mountain road, and he knew Raven didn’t believe either. But, at least they were clinging to a little bit of hope. That was better than nothing.

Dick walked around to the trunk of his car, digging through it to find a few wool blankets and a camp light. Raven had already climbed into the backseat of the car, shivering against the chill that was creeping in. He climbed in on the other side and slammed the door close, flicking on the camp light. The interior of the car was bathed in a pale glow, which cast intimate shadows over the both of them.

“When you invited me to stay with your family over holiday break, I had such high hopes we would be drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace the entire time.” Raven took one of the blankets from him and wrapped it over her legs. “Instead we’re trapped on a mountain in the middle of a blizzard, waiting for someone to come get us.”

“There are worse things.” Dick fished out his insulated thermos, glad his leftover coffee was still mostly warm. He poured Raven a cup and pushed it into her hands. “At least we have help coming.”

“Mm.” Raven took a sip of the coffee and looked over at him, her expression dark. “So, what are we going to do for four whole hours while we wait for the tow truck?”

He fished around in his pocket, looking for his phone. “I think I can find a movie for us to watch. I should have pretty decent battery left.”

“Mm-hm.” She nodded, taking another sip of the coffee in her hands. “…or we could get naked.”

Dick nearly dropped his phone and he scrambled to keep a hold on it. Sucking in a shocked breath, he looked over at Raven, who was nonchalantly sipping coffee, as if she didn’t just drop that bomb on him. Was she… serious? She couldn’t be serious, right? Raven had been his best friend for years - since high school. They had become friends quickly and developed a bond unlike any of their other friends. They had decided to go to the same college together, had chosen to go to grad school at the same time, and through all of that, they remained best friends.

Dick wasn’t sure when he had actually developed romantic feelings for her, probably some time in high school. It was a slow building of a romance - attraction, then desire, and finally love. He knew he loved her, and he wasn’t going to deny those feelings for her. But, Raven never gave him any indication that she returned the sentiment, so he had always assumed those feelings were one-sided.

He was clearly mistaken.

Her eyes met his, and she offered a coquettish smile before looking out the backseat window again. “It’s really coming down now.”

“Hang on.” Dick put his hand out to stop her from speaking anymore. He stared at her vague profile in the thin light of his car, feeling his blood pulse through his veins. “You don’t get to say something like that, and then talk about the weather like you didn’t say anything.”

She shrugged, pretending not to care, but there was a sharpness to her shoulders, as if she was trying to protect herself against the possibility of rejection. “It’s cold, we have time to kill… I thought it might be fun.” She took a sip of coffee again, her expression blank. "But, if you're not interested, I understand. We can watch a movie."

Oh, he was very interested. Dick sat there, suddenly remembering all of the times he knew he wanted her. Their senior prom, when she wore that little black dress. Their first year in college, when they both got a little drunk and started telling low-brow jokes. His first heartache. Her first break-up. There seemed to be too many to count. But… he didn’t want to do this if it was just because she was bored. He wanted there to be something real behind it.

“So…” Dick scratched at his jaw and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His nerves felt like they were ready to jump out of his skin, and he tried to keep his mind grounded. “Is this supposed to be casual then?”

“If you want to keep it that way.” Her face was hidden in the shadows, but Dick could sense her trepidation, as if she was suddenly doubting what she just said. “We are friends, and we could keep this just between friends.”

He nodded slowly, still trying to process her suggestion. “And… what if I don’t want to? Keep it casual, I mean.”

There was a long, heavy pause as Raven let his words settle between them. It was as if she hadn’t considered the idea that Dick may want something more than just a casual encounter in the back of his car while they waited for a tow. How? How could she not have seen or understood what he wanted? Was he really that dense? Was she?

Raven shifted on the seat and turned her face towards him. “Is that what you really want? Something more than just a quick fuck in the back of your car? Or are you just trying to protect my feelings?”

Dick should have been offended that she framed his suggestion like that, but he couldn't blame her for thinking this way. He had spent nearly all of their relationship trying to reinforce the idea that they were just friends, and that he didn’t have any romantic feelings towards her. To him, Raven’s friendship meant more than anything, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that friendship by pursuing a relationship that may have been unrequited. He loved Raven, but he loved her in her entirety.

“I have wanted to sleep with you since senior year in high school, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for even longer than that.” Dick leaned forward, placing his hands on the empty space between them in the back seat. His tongue came out to wet his lips, and he gently pushed the cup of coffee aside so he could move into her space.

She smelled familiar, like vanilla and tea, and something he could never quite place. His heart was hammering in his chest, fluttering like a wild bird. Part of him felt stupid for giving into his feelings after controlling them for all this time, but another part of him knew this moment was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before he confessed everything to her, and fate had decided that now was the perfect moment for that confession.

“But if this is just because you’re bored, Raven, then I don’t want it. I want something more than casual. I want you - all of you..” There was a long, heavy pause, and he cupped her cheek, sliding the icy touch of his thumb over her warm skin. Dick watched as Raven’s lips opened on a soft gasp, and he leaned even closer, dropping his voice to a low hum. “Raven, I love you.”

Her shoulders dropped and she let go of a rush of breath, tension leaving her body like a storm racing away from shore. A soft laugh escaped, and she met his stare with a tilted, almost sheepish smile. “Oh, thank god. I love you too.”

Whatever response Dick had expected, it was not that. He sat there, blinking in shock for a fraction of a moment, trying to process exactly what she had said. She loved him. She loved him in the same way that he loved her. Not just as friends, but as something so much more. He opened his mouth, trying to think of something he could possibly say to her, but whatever words he tried to find, disappeared the moment Raven pressed her lips against hers.

Dick sat there, shock coursing through his veins. He had dreamed of this kiss for years, and now that he had it, it felt almost surreal. A moment passed, then another, and without any kind of warning, every good sense in his body disappeared. He wanted her, desperately. With a low curse, he threaded his fingers into her hair, and pulled her hard against his body. Raven made a soft sound in the back of her throat, and she met him kiss-for-kiss, each touch of her lips fervent and desperate. Dick groaned as she swung a leg around his hips, falling onto his chest.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this night would go.” He was pushing at her coat, shoving it down her shoulders with shaking hands. Raven was already pulling at her sweater underneath, as if she refused to wait a minute longer. Dick didn’t blame her, they had both spent far too long trying to hide their feelings, and they had to make up for lost time. As soon as possible. “I thought we would just get to the cabin-”

“I was going to sneak into your room.” Raven dropped her sweater onto the floor, and Dick groaned as he skated his fingers up her waist to her breasts, cupping them through the soft cotton of her bra. He could feel her nipples peak under the fabric, and he pulled the cups down.The light might have been thin in the space, but he felt like he could see every inch of her beautiful body, and God, she was gorgeous. Dick leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, drawing it into his mouth.

Raven’s head tilted back as let go of a sound that traveled straight to Dick’s groin, and he pushed his hips up into hers. Raven’s breath stuttered, but she didn’t stop talking. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding his mouth tight to her chest. “I was going to confess to you this week anyway. I just thought it would be by a fire and in the lingerie I brought.”

Wait. What? Dick pulled back, scraping his teeth along her sensitive nipple as his eyes flicked to her face. Raven shuddered again, and he thought about her in something black and lacy, and his heart roared to life. With a curse, he slid his tongue up the valley of her breasts, pressing kisses to her sternum. “Put a pin in that thought, because… fuck.”

His words trailed off as Raven’s bra finally joined her sweater on the floor, and Dick felt his mouth water at the sight of her bare just for him. Cursing under his breath, he leaned forward and kissed down her neck, nibbling and tasting her skin as his hands made quick work of her jeans. She tasted of cold sweat clinging to her skin, and each pass of his lips and tongue felt like a flame held against ice.

He pushed the fabric over her trim hips, taking her underwear with her. His fingers slid up the inside of her thighs and he found her dripping and wet between her soft thighs. Raven let go of a little squeak and she writhed against him, her arms going tight around his shoulders.

“Cold!” Her voice was a breathy laugh as she wiggled against his lap. “Your hands are so damn cold! You’re gonna freeze my damn clit off!”

Dick grinned up at her, his whole soul feeling lighter than it had in years. “Yeah? I can fix that.”

Before she had time to question him, Dick pulled her down against his lap, and then somehow managed to maneuver her to stretch out along the bench of the seat beneath him. Raven’s shoulders pushed up against the icy window, which was quickly fogging up, and without another thought, Dick dropped his mouth to taste between her thighs.

Fuck, yes.

Raven let go of a groan that matched the roar of the wind outside, and seemed to rattle the whole car. Her back arched against the cold glass, and her hand fell into his hair, threading her fingers through the black strands. “I… oh… yes.” Whatever quip she was going to say seemed to die on her tongue, and Raven pushed her hips up into his mouth. “Please.”

Dick was only too happy to oblige. Without another thought, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and he let himself find heaven in between her legs. His tongue circled her clit slowly, stroking and flicking against it as he tried to learn exactly what she liked the most. He wanted her a writhing mess beneath him - after all he had so much lost time to make up for. Only minutes ago they thought they were only best friends, and then they were kissing for the first time, and now he was eating her out like a starved man.

Part of himself believed he should have treated this moment with more reverence and care, or at the very least taken her out on a proper date first. But another part of him didn’t want to wait any longer. He was given a gift, and he refused to deny himself the pleasure of enjoying that gift. And he definitely enjoyed it.

His tongue traced the length of her, teasing and tasting her before he sucked hard on her clit. Raven moaned again, and her fingers tightened in his hair almost painfully. “Dick…”

The way she spoke his name made him curse. It was drawn out so tightly in lust that it sounded like she was going to snap any moment. She was so close, and there was a distinctly male pride in him that rose up inside him. He did this to her - made her lose control. With a grin, he redoubled his efforts, spelling his name tight against her clit. Raven’s head flew back, smacking against the glass behind her.

“I’m so close.”

He knew. Dick pressed harder and tighter against her clit, the moment stretching out into forever before Raven’s whole body tensed up. Every muscle drew tight inside her, and a begging scream escaped her throat. She pushed her hips tight against his mouth as her orgasm wracked her body. Wave after wave of pleasure wrapped around her, sending her soul out into the storm as she rode Dick’s face. It was as if her whole body was alight with pleasure, and he didn’t back down, continuing to lap at her until she sagged against the seat with a curse and a sigh.

Dick pulled back, smirking as he licked his lips. Raven was dazed, staring at the ceiling as she swallowed breath after breath, trying to calm down. He just smiled as he kissed up her stomach and over her breasts to her neck.

“Worth the wait?”

Raven let go of a low, sultry laugh, and she leveled a teasing smile at him. “Tit for tat, Dick.”

Oh. He wasn’t sure if he was going to survive her.

#dickrae #robrae #adult nonsense

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greatwesternway · 2 years

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Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye

We ended up deciding not to use the idea we needed the singing list for 'cause it's not really in line with the stuff we're doing now, but I wrote this conversation for it and I think it's cashy so here you go.

Concept was the Donald and Douglas like to sing while they clear the lines of snow, which everyone else has mixed opinions on.

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"I think it's splendid," said Percy cheerfully.

"Me too," agreed Thomas. "If they’re out clearing the lines, it means I won't have to wear my snow plow. They can sing all they like."

"Only silly coaches and freight cars sing," said Gordon. "No respectable engine would be heard to make such a noise. It's not dignified."

"There's no reason for it other than to draw attention to yourself," added James. There were some knowing glances to each other between the other engines at this.

"It wouldn't be done on the Great Western Railway," noted Duck.

"Ye don' like it, Duck?" frowned Donald.

"I didn't say that! I just said that Great Westerns do not sing while they work."

"So ye say," accused Douglas, "but a wee but o' hummin' is fine when ye're rollin' down a hill, is it?"

"Suppose it distracts your Driver?" evaded Duck.

"Och, who do you think taugh' us?" said Donald. "Oor Drivers lead the songs!"

Everyone continued arguing until finally someone asked, “What do you think, Henry?”

Henry had been hoping to stay out of it and had kept quiet the whole time. Everyone was looking at him and waiting for his answer. He didn’t mind the singing, but only the little tank engines were in favour of it. He didn’t want to be seen to agree with them.

"You can be awfully loud about it," said Henry worriedly. "What if you were to cause a snowslide?"

"What if we were tae cause a snowslide while we're plowin' snow?" repeated Donald. "Hmm, weel, I'm sure we dunnae ken what we'd do aboot that at all."

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The ending would have been when Henry gets stuck in snow in "The Deputation". All huffin' and mopin' 'cause being stuck in the snow sucks and it's cold and it's kinda like being in a tunnel but not exactly and and and. You know, a light helping of Sodor Karma.

Then he hears those splendid-ass "Come On, Eileen" lyrics waftin' in from around the bend (which this would not, in fact, have been "Come On, Eileen" but I don't know any traditional Scottish songs so that woulda been on @littlewestern to sort out but had I gotten to writing that part first, that's what woulda been in the draft) and it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard 'cause it's the sound of someone coming to dig him out.

But of course the twins are all "Och, it's a long way to Tipperary, isn't it, Henry?" 'cause that's the traditional NWR way to greet your friends when they've eaten shit.

#ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte henry #fanfiction posts

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marcholasmoth · 1 year

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OSRR: 3094

school was closed today, so i slept in a little bit.

woke up and got up and mom made french toast, so i had some breakfast, which was wild, but it was also really good.

eventually i realized that my focus meds wouldn't help me stay awake if all i could focus on was how exhausted i was.

we had just watched an episode of mythbusters, too, where tory, carrie, and grant were seeing if driving tired was worse than driving tipsy, and it turned out, unsurprisingly, that the answer was vehemently yes.

so i went to bed and napped for a while. four hours or so i was asleep, mostly.

dinner was surprisingly good because i don't usually like tyson chicken, but it was nice anyway - we had chicken sandwiches and rosemary french fries, which were also really good, and i don't know how to manage that in a regular oven, but my mom is a wizard and managed to make them good.

keep in mind it's been snowing all day.

there's probably a foot and a half of snow on the ground now, between today's storm and the storm from a few days ago. it's also gonna snow again on wednesday.

and i'm so happy we finally got snow. i love snow. and watching it fall, with the world muffled as the flakes come down with a gentle pat-pat-pat, brings me peace.

to my knowledge, joel is okay. he asked me if i still had checks in my car so he could use one for direct deposit, but he found the number. i'm a little surprised he needed to go in to work today.

anyway, the school is delayed tomorrow, so i can take the time to dig my car out without any problems.

i'm excited. i just love snow.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3090s #sunshine boy

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softlyspector · 3 months

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Lol, okay, so. Did it take me a long time (I could make a dad joke and say it "Took me a year to practically realize") to notice that rambling I sent about Care did not go through? Yes, indeed. In fact, I only thought about it because you reblogged someone's reblog of the fic! Anyway, I didn't find it fair that I'd be half-assing a rambling review. I whole-ass anything I do. So, I re-read the fic because why not. I would like to apologize, though.

I genuinely adore Grays, and Care is such a worthy sequel/continuation of this world you created. For me, it was oozing (sorry if you hate that word) nostalgia with every snow description. It made me remember happier times in the snow when I was 7 and younger and could toddle around the backyard with my twin. We'd make snow angels and try to make snowballs (we sucked at it, lol), and our dog would watch us carefully bc our parents had to dig out their cars on the street. (No garage or driveway, lol. And I say 7 and younger, because once that winter after I turned 7 came along, I ended up helping them, and never got to play in the snow since.)

I remember the drenched gloves and puddles we'd leave by the door with our very flushed hands gripping our little bowls of soup because my mom didn't want us to get sick. Truly, that is the core memory that came out when I read this story. If anything, this proves that the story is worthy of its title. (And honestly, I've never met a story so worthy of its title.) Everything about this story is warm, like that fresh burst of heat you feel after you come in from the cold.

The first moments when the Reader comes home is what I see as the overall tone of the story, in how it illustrates the comfort and care given to Joel. (Lord knows the man deserves it!) Honestly, I felt warm while re-reading this fic, and that was a little nuts imo because I was in my room, with the very crappy heater that doesn't like to work all the time. (And of course, while I was reading it decided not to work.)

Anyway, here are two moments that were just lovely, and that became my favorites.

He catches at your wrist before you can turn away, thumb rubbing slowly over the inside of your wrist. “You really don’t gotta do anything for me.”

“I know it, Joel. I want to.”

Now, I know I said I had read this before and everything, but I figured I'd add this fun fact: this moment was also my favorite during my first read-through. (I know this because I always take screenshots of my favorite moments in fics, so I can directly quote them later.) I knew it would stay as my steady favorite during my second go through. I adore the idea of the "You don't have to." "But I want to.", trope. I love that idea, and I always will. I think that's one of your best tropes that you've written.

I do have to say that I'm confused about the Sprite mention, lol. Maybe that's because I live in the North. (Tbf I was always given cranberry juice or orange juice. But when I was real little, I was given warm milk with honey in it because my throat would get really bad whenever I was sick.) ANYWAY. I love the details, especially about what the Reader would have done and what they're doing to take care of Joel now.

SPEAKING OF DETAILS, this is my second favorite bit:

This winter he’s come to realize that taking care of people is important to you too. You do it in a different way than he does. Feeding folks mostly but it’s also—wrapping a scarf around his neck, mending Ellie’s jacket with needle and thread, making sure he and Ellie have eaten and rested, cooking things from your memories of home for him and his and no one else, sharing that very secret part of home and of yourself—so he’d better learn how to get on with it or risk running you off.

I love how Joel sees that they both care for people and that he knows the Reader's care is different from his. I love the examples, too. Again, each word feels warm with comfort. (I don't know how you do it!) It just holds me like a caregiver does with a baby. It makes me feel fuzzy and relaxed.

(Another side note, but lmfaoooo did I laugh when Joel paused and went "What?", after the Reader said they want him to drink something gross. What a mood, oh my gosh. I feel like we've all had that moment, except we know what we're getting because the antibiotics/cough medicine/Whatever other medicine tastes disgusting.)

Overall, you literally made me feel as though I was warm and safe with this fic. I've never felt this way about a fic before, so honestly?? Congrats, here's a trophy (this is not sarcasm, btw. Everything I say is always what it is, I promise):

(Can you tell I have time in my hands? Thanks, winter break. I don't wanna go back to school lol)

But yeah. I'm coming back to this fic every winter, I know it. I know that's what'll happen. Thanks for always writing, and just for having these ideas. I love seeing what you come up with. You're amazing!! Hope you're well. Have a good day/night :)

Hi! So sorry its taken me so long to get to this! I'm glad you liked it and that it could give you so many nostalgic feelings. I love writing about snow in fics and the feeling of coming inside to get warm after being so chilly is so so so good.

I adore the idea of the "You don't have to." "But I want to.", trope. I love that idea, and I always will. I think that's one of your best tropes that you've written.

It's just such a good trope that Joel fits into so perfectly. I love getting to make the big, strong caretaker be care taken, y'know? And I like giving him this familiarity, that he can accept being taken care of. I mean, he gets stabbed and can barely walk in the game, and he won't let Ellie help him walk, so like, huge character development there buddy.

I do have to say that I'm confused about the Sprite mention, lol.

That's crazy! I though Sprite when sick was a universal thing (at least in the States lol) Everyone I know got Sprite and saltine crackers, because its supposed to settle your stomach if you were nauseous and couldn't hold anything else down. I also got honey and milk as a kid, but that was for sore throats.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing all your thoughts!!! I'm really glad you liked this fic and could get so much comfort from it <3

#bec talks #grays replies #24 tag

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 2 years

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Being snowed in with Billy Peltzer would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I chose to make these sfw but I could always write an nsfw version later on if you’d like to read those as well.)

- Pardon you for sounding like Mr. Murray, but none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for Billy's damn foreign car.

- It’d been a day like any other: you’d gotten off of work, Billy had picked you up, the two of you went out on a short date and he’d taken you back to his place for a typical afternoon hangout. You’d done it a million times, you’d accepted his mothers invitation of staying over for dinner a million times, so why should today be any different?

- You didn’t know. What you did know was that the days near constant flurries had evolved into a blizzard, and after a solid five minutes of trying to get his vehicle to start in the midst of the howling white wind, the two of you had given up and ran back inside.

- With no other option, you were forced to stay over at your boyfriends house. …Oh the horror.

- Billy did the honors of informing his parents while you used the phone to call your own. You explained the situation and told them not to worry, assuring them that you’d call again the next day before Billy joined back with you and told you that his parents were happy to have you.

- Just as he finished telling you that you were welcome to stay, his mother poked her head out of the room next to where you were standing and shot the two of you a cheerful smile, holding out a board game box and asking if the two of you were up for it. Billy looked a bit embarrassed but you just smiled and eagerly agreed, pulling him along so that you could decimate him at Candyland....

- I’m sorry but your boyfriend is exactly the type of person who would make the two of you those overly intricate, borderline gourmet mugs of hot chocolate; the ones you see only in holiday photoshoots and upscale cafes. Whip cream, marshmallows, cinnamon, a wafer stick/candy cane, chocolate shavings; the whole nine yards and it’s all for you.

- You’ll probably wind up sitting and drinking those while you watch old holiday movies on the television. I’m sure his parents wouldn’t stay up for very long so after a couple rounds of whatever games you’d chosen to play, they’d wish you a goodnight and leave the two of you alone to cuddle on the couch.

- When it’s time for bed, he leads you up the stairs and helps you find something to wear; digging through his own pajamas for something that would reasonably fit you or offering to ask his mom in case you’d prefer that. And though he’s probably seen you naked hundreds of times, he still respectfully leaves the room or turns his back to you while you’re getting changed; not wanting to invade your privacy.

- He honestly can’t stop himself from smiling as the two of you get ready for bed, the sight of you wearing his clothes and the feeling of you going through your nightly routine right next to him is too much for him not to.

- Soon enough, you’re tucked under his blanket and wrapped in his arms: his chest pressed against your back, Barney curled up into your own and Gizmo squeezed in wherever he could fit.

- As you’re laying there, he says your name and, once you hum in response, he somewhat guiltily admits that he’s glad his car didn’t start. You smile and say that you are too before you’re both lulled to sleep by his Mogwai’s soft coos.

- Waking up in the morning is surreal. It takes you a minute to remember where you are and the process of crawling out of bed and down the stairs feels completely unfamiliar; it doesn’t help that you need to walk all the way down to the kitchen to come across another living soul.

- In said kitchen, you’re greeted by his mother who’s cooking everyone breakfast. You talk with her for a while before Billy comes stumbling in, still bundled up in his snow clothes with his cheeks and nose tinted red from the cold. He walks over and gives both of you a kiss on the cheek, admitting that he’s really getting nowhere with his attempts at shoveling and that the plows haven’t even come through the neighborhood yet.

- And with that revelation, it’s apparent that you’ll get to spend another day at the Peltzer residence. Well, more like at least another day....

- Now that the storm itself had cleared up and all that’s left is a shit ton of snow, you take the opportunity to mess around in it, throwing on a couple more layers of your boyfriends clothes before the two of you run out into the winter wonderland.

- It’s certainly not easy, it seems like every other minute one of you is tripping, slipping, or stumbling, but that doesn’t stop you. You laugh at each other every time the other person winds up on their backside and waddle over to help them before Barney can execute his attack and slobber all over their face.

- Making snowmen. Once you finished the first one, you figured that there was still so much snow leftover that it would be smart; and cute, to make another one and give them a friend…and then that just kept happening. You became possessed by your ambition to create and were soon staring into the rocky eyes of a dozen little snow people. You’d created a village, you’d become god.

- Snowball fights. Billy is too nice to start an all out war with you so the two of you just occasionally toss a handful of snow at the other person and pretend like nothing happened while they try to bite back a smile.

- Sitting in front of the fireplace once you’re done with the cold.

- Making cookies together.

- Considering the fact that the two of you probably got snowed in around Christmas time, you get the chance to listen to Christmas carols and decorate the tree with him and his family.

- Lounging around his bedroom and reading comic books.

- Hugging and playing with Gizmo.

- Barney is at your sides 24/7. You will honestly never see Billy without him so at this point you’re probably used to it. You might even find yourself having a little furry shadow yourself from time to time.

- But, even though you’re genuinely having the time of your life: all good things must come to an end. The snow begins to melt, the plows come through, and you’re left with no real reason to stay at the Peltzer residence for any longer.

- And so, you must say goodbye: you gather up your things and get hugs from everyone in the family, thanking them for their hospitality as they tell the two of you to drive safely.

- Billy is honestly sad when you finally have to leave. He got to play house and be around the girl he loves without the stress of any time restraints for over a day so of course he’s going to be disappointed when it’s finally over. I’m sure he’d be praying that his car wouldn’t start so that he could have you with him for just a bit longer. But alas, it sputters to life and he’s forced to drive you home.

- During the drive, you take notice of his solemn demeanor and, as you park in front of your house, you kiss him on the cheek and tell him not to worry; assuring him that you’ll come over again soon enough and that maybe you’ll stay the night more often.

- His eyes light up and you share a soft kiss before he gets out of the car to walk you to your door; a hopeful and excited feeling coursing through him at the thought of doing [this] again.

#billy peltzer imagine #billy peltzer imagines #billy peltzer headcanons #billy peltzer headcanon #gremlins imagine #gremlins headcanons #gremlins headcanon #gremlins imagines #80s movie imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanon #80s movie headcanons

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willwriteforhugs · 3 years

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you saved me- park seonghwa

seonghwa x reader - one shot !

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, meet-cute

synopsis: a busy and cold winter day leads you to a (very close) brush with death. but a stranger seems to be in just the right place at just the right time...

warnings: mentions of loneliness, near car accident (nothing too serious)

a/n:

me as i open tumblr with the intent of actually posting for once: god i need to go post something so i feel less bad about being alive

so, anyways. first seonghwa fic- which is really just a long drabble. i always knew i wanted a seonghwa meet-cute, and this idea just seemed to suit him... please remember that this is for entertainment purposes only, though, so be respectful! (also, ^^^THIS genre of seonghwa pic, with the grainy filter and the tan...bruh...)

anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always- thank you for reading :)

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your breath comes out in short, angry puffs, which you can see reflected in the cold afternoon air. the temperature in seoul is absolutely freezing, and you are not dressed for it. when you had left for work this morning, (in your standard sweater + jeans combo) you clearly were not anticipating that the sky would dump snow all day long. you long desperately for your warm winter coat.

so now, here you are: jogging, but only as quickly as you feel is safe in this weather. your condo is only a few blocks down- hence why you had walked in the first place, and why you hadn’t brought cash to pay for a bus. but god, the cold is just piercing.

the streets are practically empty, because of the terrible weather. so, at the very least, you are spared the embarrassment of having to waddle awkwardly on the ice in front of others.

but, to add to the stress- your day had seriously not gone as planned.

when you first took it, you thought that the simple receptionist job would be easy- and doubly so with the convenient location. but these past few weeks were proving you wrong, today especially. while being distracted by coworkers, you accidentally put an important client on a somewhat permanent hold, and ruined a potential sale. as if that wasn’t enough, the next call you routed to a completely different office by mistake, earning you a strict talking to by the supervisor.

so, to put it plainly: you were tired, annoyed, and cold. so. freaking. cold.

heaving a sigh, you continue your jog/waddle towards your street corner, which is two intersections away. faintly, you can hear a city bus approaching, the one that always stops near your work building. from where you are standing, the bus will be driving perpendicular to you, and you cock your head in thought. you don’t need the shuttle itself, since you live so close, but you wonder how close the bus is now...

feeling a sudden burst of energy, you speed up a bit, challenging yourself to beat the bus to the empty corner, even though you know it won’t stop there. this is something you do often- set up little games for yourself. it’s mostly an attempt to stay busy, but- though you’d never admit it, it helps with the loneliness too. when you race against the clock (say, to make a speedrun to the copy room at work) it almost feels like you are competing against an old friend.

you obviously know that you can’t beat the bus, but the thought itself is entertaining, so you throw caution to the wind. your feet slap the pavement as you run, and you hear yourself laugh a little. the cold air rushing by your cheeks helps distract you from your own thoughts.

you sprint through an empty intersection, and as you approach the final corner- having obviously lost the race to the bus- you begin to slow down a bit. but as you near the end of the sidewalk, (which is parallel to the moving bus, whose hulking body is getting ready to pass you) you feel your previous momentum get the better of you.

you stumble off of the curb- and right into a vicious patch of ice on the waiting asphalt.

it happens in slow motion: your feet slide harshly backwards, and you scramble for any traction- but to no avail. you hear yourself cry out as you fall forward, right into the path of the oncoming shuttle.

you slam your eyes shut.

but instead of hitting the ground, or the bus, a sudden weight catches you around your middle and lurches backwards. you scream again, certain you’ve already died.

you hear the sound of the bus honking as it speeds by- the only thing traveling faster than it is your frantic pulse.

you hit the ground hard, with all of your weight on your left shoulder and hip. even so, you start with the relief of knowing the bus didn’t even graze you.

only after a moment do you realize why it hadn’t.

someone had caught you.

grabbed you from behind, and used their whole body weight to get the two of you to safety.

you lurch forward, startled. as you turn around, you see him lying on the ground, in the same position you were in just seconds before- and you meet the eyes of the person who’d just saved you.

it’s a man- a young one. and good god, he’s beautiful, too. the boy on the ground before you is seriously the epitome of korean beauty- large, dark eyes, an open face, and full lips. as soon as he opens his mouth, you wonder at how his teeth could possibly be so perfect.

it takes you a moment of staring before you realize he’s speaking to you.

“um.” your voice breaks. “what?”

the boy scrambles onto his knees, shuffling towards you. “i asked if you’re alright- are you hurt?” his voice is concerned, and his hands flutter about your face- too wary to touch you, but clearly wanting to.

his eyes are more genuine than you can even take in, and you hesitate at the whole scene- what the hell is happening? did you hit your head?

you stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. the boy leans back on his heels as you finally catch your breath.

your words are breathy, but deliberate. “you- you saved me.”

the boy tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. “yes, i suppose i did.” a beat passes before he continues. his eyes, though now bordering on playful, still look worried. “you probably shouldn’t be running in this sort of weather.”

you heave a sigh that comes out in a laugh. “yeah, i realize that now.”

your counterpart picks himself up off the ground, brushing off his front. he then extends a hand towards you. you stare at it for a moment, confused. for a moment, he looks down at you intently, waiting. your puzzlement passes, and you blush as you cautiously place your palm in his, allowing him to help you up.

“i’m seonghwa, by the way. park seonghwa.” the man- no, seonghwa looks down at you, letting his sentence hang.

you clear your throat, feeling a harsh wave of embarrassment at the situation. “um- i’m y/n.”

seonghwa nods at you, taking a step back. his brow is furrowed. “well, y/n-ssi- you didn’t actually tell me if you were hurt or not. do you feel dizzy? nauseous?”

you throw your hands up in protest, not wanting to cause any more distress than you already had. “no, uh- i’m fine, really. maybe a little bruised, but i’m okay. i think it would be a bigger problem if you were hurt...”

you are not exaggerating- you can only imagine the guilt you would feel if he’d been injured.

seonghwa represses a smile. “i’m alright too. you did startle me, though. thought i was about to witness something pretty terrible...”

at this, you give a surprised chuckle. “yeah, i’m so sorry...you really came out of nowhere, huh? i seriously didn’t even know you were there until i was on the ground!”

this time, it’s his turn to laugh. “yeah, those bus stops provide great cover.”

the two of you settle into a stiff silence, and you can practically hear your heart pounding- both with leftover adrenaline, as well as the sudden nerves that seonghwa was giving you.

“here,” he says, breaking the quiet. “take this.” he shrugs off his long winter coat, and before you can argue, he’s reached over and settled it on your shoulders. the relief is near instantaneous, but you find yourself a bit too tongue-tied to thank him.

you sigh again, determined to get the words out. “oh, god, i really am so sorry about that, um-” you stutter. “i really should thank you, for the coat. but also-” you take a deep breath. “thank you, park seonghwa, for saving my life.”

at this, the man actually blushes. he reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. “no, really, it was just a gut reaction...”

you shake your head, insistent. “it doesn’t matter. i could have died, but you prevented that. now-” you can feel yourself gaining confidence. “what can i do to repay you?”

seonghwa’s face, which had previously harbored a look of child-like innocence, suddenly turns mischievous.

you tilt your head, indicating an answer.

his smug smile is full now, chin tilted upwards. “i actually do have a request.”

“okay, shoot.”

“you’ll do anything i ask?”

you frown, narrowing your eyes in an almost flirtatious way. “i suppose i have a few limits...”

to your surprise, seonghwa interrupts you, eyes twinkling. “you’ll repay me- by allowing me to take you out on a date, y/n.”

your mind goes fully blank for a moment.

...huh?

you blink in shock, not being able to suppress your initial reaction. “wait, come again?”

“will you go on a date with me?”

you stare at him- this terrifyingly beautiful man was asking you on a date? after you’d fully humiliated yourself in front of him? what on earth?

suddenly, before you can even finish the thought, you find yourself nodding. “i suppose i can arrange that.”

seonghwa’s smile is completely smug at this point. “does tonight work?”

you bite your lip, heart pounding despite the chilly weather. your voice comes out in a whisper: “yes, i suppose tonight works.”

seonghwa tries to bury his smile and looks at the ground. “that’s great.” he pauses, allowing his gaze to flit back to you. “do you- i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you want me to walk you home?”

you smile, but shake your head. “it’s alright, i live close. here- i’ll give you my number, though.”

you dig through your work satchel for a piece of paper and scribble your phone number on it. when you extend it, he accepts the slip, still trying to suppress his grin.

a beat passes, and the two of you look at each other intently.

and with that, seonghwa reaches down and gently takes your hand, glancing at your face to make sure the action is alright with you. when you don’t pull away, he lifts it up and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, holding your gaze the entire time. his lips are cold, an unlikely and romantic nod to the temperature.

you feel your neck and cheeks go red, but you smile in an attempt to seem casual. “thanks again, seonghwa. for helping me.”

“of course.” the man’s eyes are twinkling again. “as grim as it sounds, i’m sort of glad it happened. if it hadn’t, i probably wouldn’t be talking with you right now.”

you smirk in what you hope is a flirtatious manner.

“well,” he continues. “don’t let me keep you. after all, you’ve got a date to get ready for.”

seonghwa begins to walk away, then turns back. “although,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’m pretty sure the guy you’re meeting with won’t care what you’re wearing. you could probably show up in your pajamas and he’d still think you were gorgeous. just for the record.”

before you could manage an answer, he turns on his heel and strides away- but even from here, you can tell he still has a goofy grin plastered on his face.

heart pounding, you turn and make your way towards your apartment building.

despite yourself, you also can’t seem to keep the grin off of your face.

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charliedawn · 3 years

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How would they escape ?

You were organizing some paperwork when you hear a loud crash and multiple screams. You run to the window to see..Arthur ?! He had just jumped out of the window and crashed on a car. You run outside to see Arthur surrounded by the hospital's guards.

" Hands up, Joker ! You're going back to your cell !"

You try to make your way through the heavily armed guards to check on Arthur, but a whistle makes you turn around to see Five with..

" Oh no.."

A remote. And not any remote, the one controlling the anti-powers system.

" Be careful, Five..You don't know what you would release.."

You warn him, but he only grins widely before playing with the remote in his hand.

" That little thing ? I'm sorry, Y/N. But, you see, I already activated it the moment Arthur jumped to make a distraction. It is too late. The monsters are out now."

You hear a low growl behind you and turn around to see Penny. You know what is to follow and the soldiers seem to understand as well as they immediately draw their weapons out to fire. However, Five gives the order with a sadistic smirk.

" Penny..Attack."

In a moment, Penny is on the soldiers, opening his mouth wide and ripping the them into shreds to your utter horror. Some run away, while some continue shooting as you get down on the ground. You see Five running away, but to your horror, one of the soldiers spot him and shoots him. You hesitate, should you go and help him ? You look at him and you know. You know that you can't leave him. You run towards him and take a piece of your uniform to apply on the wound.

" Why did you do that ?! Why now ?! I don't understand !"

You ask while wiping your tears, your hands drenched in blood as you trie to think of anything to stop the bleeding.

" I..I had to do something.."

He simply answers as you hold his head on your knees, trying to make him stay awake.

You hear the loud screech of a car and look up to see the rest of the slashers in a car. They stop just next to you and Jason gets out of the car to grab Five.

"Stop !"

You shout and, to your surprise, Jason obeys you. He stops and faces you. His face is unreadable, but you know that he is listening to you.

" Five won't survive if you take him now ! Please, come back in with me ! And we can help him !"

You can see that he is hesitating. You extend your hand towards him, hoping he would take it. He looks at your hand and is about to take it when his eyes darken and he shields Five. You don't understand until you see a new set of guards arrive that open fire at Jason.

" Stop ! What are you doing ?! Stop !"

You shout, but they don't listen to you and only push you out of the way before resuming shooting. You sob as Jason kneels on the ground. The shooting stops, the soldiers thinking that they had finally gotten Jason. But, to the astonishment of all, Jason stands up again and turns towards you, cribled with bullets but still alive.

" I'm sorry, Y/N..I really thought you would be the one to save us."

He finally says to you, his hands covered in blood before he jumps in the car that starts again. The soldiers start shooting again as the car tries to dodge the bullets. Penny is getting rid of most of the soldiers, biting their heads off and ripping their limbs. You know that if you stay here, the same fate awaits you. You want to escape as well, when one of the soldiers takes you by the arm and digs the end of his gun against your temple. Penny suddenly stops to look at the two of you with wide eyes, dropping whoever's body he had been feasting on.

" One more step, and the nurse gets it !"

Penny nods in understanding, his chin covered in blood and raises his hands in surrender.

" Let her go.."

The soldier is shaking, but doesn't seem to want to let you go any time soon.

" Not a chance ! She's my ticket out of here !"

You both step back as his eyes are fixed on Penny that stares at him with animosity and glances at you with a glimpse of worry. You smile through your tears and try to reassure him, even though you had seen what he could do.

" It's okay, Penny. Everything is going to be alright.."

However, before you could make one more step, the soldier is transpierced by something: very sharp blades. He lets you go and you see that it's Freddy that came to your rescue. He winks at you before tilting his head towards the car to Penny, signaling him to get in the car. Penny nods understandingly and jumps on the top of it. Freddy then looks at you and extends his hand towards you. You close your eyes tight, thinking that he would kill you as well, but you only feel his fingers softly wrapping themselves around your wrist. You open your eyes to see a certain tenderness in Freddy's eyes as he smiles at you.

" I'm not gonna hurt you, nurse. You're the only good thing that happened to us in that asylum. This is why I'll give you a choice. Do you want to come with us or not ?"

Your eyes widen in surprise at his proposition. You look at the car and him repeatedly, hesitating. Finally, you open your mouth to give him an answer when someone else does.

" You're both not going anywhere."

Suddenly, someone shoots at him, and this time ? It's with a grappling hook. Both you and Freddy are surprised as he coughs blood and falls to his knees. Suddenly, he is dragged forward, not able to grab anything as he is dragged harshly through the snow. You turn around to see new soldiers, different from the earlier ones as they are covered in black and their weapons seem more unusual. They get a hold of Freddy that tries to get away, but seems unable too. Freddy understands that he will not be able to get away, so he looks up at the other slashers in the car and yells through gritted teeths.

" What the f*ck are you waiting for ?! Get out of here ! Do it !"

Pennywise gets out of the car, his eyes glowing yellow in the dark. He is about to come try to free Freddy, but Freddy shakes his head negatively. They both stare at each other until Freddy forces himself to yell at him.

" What are you doing, you dumb f*ck ?! I said f*cking go !"

Freddy is harshly punched as a result and Pennywise stops dead in his tracks and looks at Freddy that spits blood. A harsh contrast in the white snow. Pennywise's hands clench into fists and he growls menacingly at the soldiers. But Freddy stands up bravely and Pennywise stares at him with pain in his eyes. Freddy's eyes are filled with tears as he yells again.

" Do it !"

As he doesn't move, you decide to act as well and shout.

" Run !"

At that, Pennywise seems to snap out of it and returns in the car. They drive away and you sigh in relief. Your relief is short-lived as one of the strange soldiers punch you hard in the stomach, cutting your breath out of your lungs.

" Let her go, you f*ckers ! You got me ! Let her go ! She is just a nurse !"

One of the soldiers who seem to be the leader nods at the soldiers holding you that throw you in the snow. You take a moment to get your breath back before standing up again. You see them entering in two black cars and Freddy smiles reassuringly one last time at you before being shoved into the car. You feel a lump in your throat and run towards the cars, but they drive away as well and you fall in the snow again. You feel angry and scream so loud that it becomes painful. You then stare at the hospital with tears in your eyes and curse the day you had first entered those walls. After a while, some of the nurses come out to get your shivering form back inside.

Inside the car, as Five is the only one besides Freddy that knows how to drive, he forces himself to stay awake and brings the slashers to the address he was given. He gets numerous shocked stares from other drivers and finally shouts at one of them.

" What are you looking at, donkey ?! Yes. I'm a kid driving a car. Get over it."

However, he knows he is losing blood and needs medical care, fast. He parks in front of the appointed building and the slashers get out of the car. The building is a very gloomy tall greyish hotel that seems to have been taken straight out of an old horror movie. They are then greeted by a man that Five knows all too well.

" Hello gentlemen. Welcome to the Redemption."

But before anyone could reply, Five collapses on the ground.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #number five x reader #the joker x reader #arthur fleck

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criminalshminds · 3 years

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A Broken Whisper

A very, very, very late prompt from @eprcntiss, but good things happens to those who wait, right???

Prompt: “What are you doing here? It’s late.” Pairing: Hotchniss (Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner) Rating: General Audiences Words: 1968 TW: Canon faked death, slight intrusive thoughts

Summary: He didn’t know why he felt the need to check up on her, but he’s glad he did. Though he never thought she’d be here. (Post Doyle)

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He couldn’t say why he had the urge to check on Emily, he just did. Something has been up with her since she came back after Doyle. Hotch has tried to be a sounding board for her, but her walls are always up that she manages to deflect any of his concern and places it back on him. But he saw her face at the take down that night. He saw the lone tear that fell down her cheek, one that she quickly wiped away before anyone could see it. Maybe that one tear led him to her apartment. He parks in a spot that looks directly up into her apartment. A spot that he has been in plenty of times before, back when things were simpler. Back when they would steal little kisses. Where she would wave at him from the window in her living room as he left to go back home to shower and change before work. Where he told her that he loves her. Back before she started to pull away. Back when things made sense.

Since her return, they haven’t spoken of the past. Actually, they haven’t really talked at all. The only words they utter to each other are work related. Well, that’s not completely true. She did utter a goodbye today. Maybe that’s why he felt the need to see her. Looking up at the window that used to hold her smiling silhouette now just holds a darkness that sends a shiver down his spine. Like he’s not supposed to be here. Like he is intruding in a life that he doesn’t belong in anymore. Taking a chancery glance around the parking lot, the first thing he notices is that her car isn’t in its designated parking spot. Second thing he notices, is that she hasn’t been home since leaving work five hours ago, if the snow piled up on the concrete has anything to say about it. Knowing that she could be literally anywhere, he huffs out a sigh before digging around his pockets for his cell phone.

“Bossman, I know I am the goddess of all wisdom, but even goddesses need their beauty sleep.” A grumble comes through the phone, definitely not the cheerful voice of Penelope Garcia that Hotch has come to know.

“Garcia, can you do me a favor?” He speaks quickly into the phone, no room or time for nonsense.

“Does it involve me coming back into the BAU?” Hotch hears some rustling noises, and only now does he realize that he is calling at almost midnight.

“No.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“Don’t raise any alarms unless I say so.” Hotch runs his hand over his mouth before asking his request. “Can you get me a location on Prentiss?”

She immediately shoots out of bed and races to her laptop. She skids to a stop, barely landing on her couch before frantically typing and shooting out questions. “What? Why would I – why is she? She’s not – “ Not again, not when we just got her back.

“Garcia!” He interrupts her panic raise of questions hoping to keep her head on straight.

“Right, sorry. Um, give me a minute. You sure it’s nothing?” She waits for a second, getting no response she continues to type on her laptop before it pings her location. “I got it! I sent it to you. Please bring our girl back home.”

“I will Garcia, and remember – “

“I know, I know, not a peep.” As soon as the last word left her mouth, Hotch moved the phone from his ear and immediately went to his messages. Letting out a sigh, he puts the car in reverse and makes his way down the empty streets.

His shoulders don’t sag in relief until he sees her car parked in the desolate lot. Pulling into the space next to her, he glances at silver sedan hoping he’ll be lucky to see her behind the wheel. Mentally groaning when the car is as barren as the parking lot he is in, he turns off his car and shuffles out into the chilly night. It didn’t take a genius to know that she has been here for a while, if the buildup of snow on her car was any indication. The steady stream of snow flurries coming down has covered any footprints that could potentially lead him to her. Although, none of that was necessary. For the seasoned profiler he is, he knew exactly where she went once the coordinates led him here.

Quantico National Cemetery

He stares at the sign, willing his feet to move. A staring contest that even the famous Aaron Hotchner glare can’t win. It’s not until a particularly strong gust of wind whips around him for his feet to catch up with his brain. A shiver races through his body. Either from the cold or from that sinister feeling of being alone in a graveyard at night. He silently moves through the sea of headstones, a walk that is second nature to him. One that he frequented quite often for months. He makes his way up to the tree that helped shelter the gravestone from the elements and finally sees the back of her head. He knows that she hears him coming, the crunching of the snow beneath his feet hard to miss, even past the sound of the wind. Stopping a few feet behind her, he waits a minute before speaking.

“What are you doing here? It’s late.” He’s expecting her to turn towards him, but she sits as still as a statue staring at the engraved stone. She doesn’t respond right away, making him move closer to her. He opens his mouth to ask again when he hears her soft voice reply.

“I come here to think.”

Curiosity got the better of him. “About?”

“Life.” Her soft declaration carries through the wind and wraps around him. She reaches forward in a practiced motion and brushes the fresh snow away to keep the text visible.

Emily Prentiss

October 12th 1970 – March 7th 2011

Fidelity Bravery Integrity

“It’s so precious. You never realize how special it is until it gets taken away.” He continues to stand behind her, keeping his mouth shut. This is the most open she’s been since her return and he’s not about to ruin it. “I didn’t think it’d be this strange. Basically coming back from the dead. You know I came here the first time purely out of curiosity. Taking my picture off a wall is one thing, but removing a whole grave?” She lets out a humorless chuckle.

“With a click of her finger, Garcia could get it removed.” He speaks before he could stop himself. He holds his breath hoping that he didn’t just cause her walls to build back up.

“No.” Her head tilts back towards the sky. “I need the perspective.”

Furrowing his brow, he carefully walks next to her before slowly lowering to the ground. He starts to reach for her before quickly retreating, remembering that she’s no longer his to touch. He starts to question what her fake grave can help her with before remembering something she said after a case years ago. I need to know that I can be human.

“Being reminded of your own mortality isn’t the right perspective to have.” He spoke softly even though he wanted to scream.

“Don’t you get it? It’s a reminder of how fragile life is. Logically speaking, I shouldn’t be here.” She scrunches up her eyes, a tear streaks down her face as she pounds her fist into the ground.

His hand shoots out and covers her fist that is still resting on the snow-soaked grass. His touch finally breaks her out of her trance with her eyes finally meeting his.

“But you are here. Living, breathing. Dammit Emily! Don’t you understand? You can’t move on until you finally accept that you are meant to be here. With me! With us.” He is grasping at her hand like she will disappear any second while his shoulders are shaking with the intensity of his breath. She keeps his stare for a second, before turning away back to the headstone.

“Am I?” She whispers. He lightly grasps at her chin, moving her head to face him again.

“Forever and always.” That little phrase breaks her. In a second, she leaps from her spot into his lap, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck. The reaction almost pushes him backwards into the snow, but he quickly settles himself. His hand moves and starts stroking the back of her head in a practiced movement before he gently starts rocking them consoling her quietly in her ear trying to overpower her chant of “I’m sorry.” They stay wrapped around each other until he spares a glance at his watch, telling him that it is half past one in the morning.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” He whispers into her ear, helping her up to her feet. He feels her shiver against him as a large gust of wind almost knocks the both of them from their feet. Only now does he notice that she’s been in just a sweater this whole time.

“Jesus Em, you couldn’t have brought a jacket?” Shedding his coat, he drapes it over her shoulders before wrapping his arm around her waist guiding her to his car.

“Left it in the car. Didn’t realize how long it’s been.” She chatters out to him, leaning closer towards him for warmth. He lets out a frustrated sigh before picking up the pace, trying to get her to shelter.

He helps her into the passenger seat of his car, passing off her concerns about her car. “We’ll take care of it in the morning.”

He quickly makes his way into the driver’s seat to turn the car on. They sit in the warming car for a couple minutes in complete silence. Neither quite knowing what to say to the other. After another minute, Hotch figures it’s best to start to drive to her apartment. It’s not until they are halfway there that she finally speaks up.

“Aaron?” She says no more than a whisper.

“Hm?” He hums out, sparing her a quick glance before looking back to the empty road.

“I – I, thank you.”

His lips start to curve up into a smile and he removes one hand from the steering wheel to grasp at hers, stopping her from the continued picking of her nails. He squeezes her hand gently in response before leaving their fingers intertwined. Neither of them speak until he parks back at her apartment complex.

She starts to let go of his hand to make her exit before his voice stops her.

“Em?” With her hand still on the inside latch, she turns to face him. “I know it’s not my place anymore, but please don’t be afraid to come to me. If you’re having a bad day, let me know. You mean so much to me. I meant it when I said forever and always.”

She slowly nods her head, before leaning forward to give him an awkward hug across the center console. Pulling away, she shyly gives him a peck on the cheek before whispering. “Forever and always.”

She opens the door, and goes to leave his jacket on the seat, but he holds up a hand to stop her. “Give it to me tomorrow.”

Smiling softly, she nods before closing the door. He patiently waits until he sees the light go on in her apartment. He waits until he sees her figure standing in the window, giving him a small wave. Like before. He slowly pulls out of the parking space, smiling to himself. Yeah, things are starting to make sense again.

#prompts #prompt writing #allie writes #hotchniss fanfic #hotchniss #we love when inspiration strikes you #also love doing prompts way out of order #i apologize to the other prompts that came before this that i sidelined to write this one #very late tho #this is from my 350 celebration #which was at least 2 months ago??#sorry besties #hope you enjoy

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never have i ever

summary: y/n and harry go on a camping trip, but things don’t go according to plan

a/n: thank u for reading! please reblog/leave feedback if you enjoy! its very encouraging to me :’)

warnings: smut <33 18+ please! mentions of alcohol/drinking as well

word count: ~4k

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Never in your life did you think you'd ever agree to do something as outdoorsy as camping, yet all it took was Harry asking you very sweetly one time, and you immediately agreed. You'd never been one to spend an excessive amount of time with nature. You loved a good sunrise and sunset, just like most people. Sometimes you'd even wake up early and go on a sunrise hike with Harry if he promised to make you breakfast once you were finished. Occasionally, you'd go on walks and runs with him, and spend some time down at the beach. That was the extent of the outdoor activities you'd partake in, though. However, Harry had the grand idea to go camping for the weekend as he had a bit of time off, and this was something he'd been talking about wanting to do for a while.

"Don't you wanna be one with nature? Help me pitch a tent? Get your hands a lil' dirty?" He asked you when you started having second thoughts about going with him, the idea of sleeping on the hard ground inside a small tent a major turn off.

"I mean, I can think of better ways to spend my weekend," you tell him, stirring the pot of soup you were making on the stove. It's the night before you were supposed to leave, and Harry already had the car packed, way too excited to wait any longer. "You know I always get the worst bug bites."

"That's what bug spray is for!" he tells you cheerily, snaking his arms around your waist and placing a wet kiss to your neck. "C'mon, Y/N. I promise it'll be worth it."

You sink into Harry's kisses, feeling wobbly in your knees as it was one of your most sensitive spots— and he knew that. "I suppose it'd be nice to get out of the city for a bit. Jus' me and you, yeah?" You didn't want anyone else to see how out of your element you were in the outdoors as you found it to be a little embarrassing. Harry hums, placing more open mouth kisses on your skin.

"Just me," he pauses to kiss you. "You," another kiss. "And the birds ‘n the bees." You blush, choosing to ignore his sexual innuendo.

"I guess it's too late to back out now, especially since you already took it upon yourself to pack a suitcase for me," you tell him, rolling your eyes and turning off the stove. "I'll give it a try, Harry. Besides, it's only a weekend, yeah? What could possibly go wrong?"

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As it turns out, many, many things could go wrong during a weekend-long camping trip.

Harry told you that you didn't need to pull up directions because he knew where he was going, but you quickly realized that your stubborn boyfriend was hopelessly lost. "I don't think we're heading in the right direction, darling," you informed him from the passenger seat, opening up the Maps app on your phone. "You're positive you don't want me to give you directions? No shame in admitting you're lost."

Harry mutters under his breath, squinting his eyes to look at the freeway signs. He sighs, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Think I missed m'bloody exit," he tells you, clearly growing frustrated. "Can yeh tell me where 'm supposed to be, love? I think once I figure out the exit, we'll be good."

You and Harry were choosing to not venture too far out of Los Angeles, but far enough so you would be able to enjoy your time together without prying paparazzi. For this reason, he settled on a spot known to be a little more remote, about 50 miles north of downtown. Once you pull up the directions on your phone, your suspicions are confirmed. Harry was headed in the complete opposite direction, and he missed the exit nearly ten miles back. "Yeah, you're gonna need to take the next exit you see, and then we have to go back in the opposite direction. Just about ten miles too far."

"Ten miles? Lemme see tha'," he holds his hand out for your phone and pulls the car over on the freeway's side, turning on his hazards. "Huh, you're right. How'd we miss that, babe?"

"We missed it because you insisted you didn't need directions," you remind him, exasperated. "I'm from here, and I don't even know how we're supposed to get there!" Harry laughs, re-emerging onto the freeway.

"I guess I should've just let you read me the directions, huh? Don't worry, we'll be there soon. S'what? Ten miles? We'll be there in twenty minutes."

However, twenty minutes quickly turned into forty when you found yourselves stuck in the morning commute traffic. Harry fiddles with the radio as you go 5 miles per hour (on the freeway!), trying not to let the infamous Los Angeles traffic get him down. Although you were a bit behind the schedule he'd created, it was still only 7:30 am. You had the whole day ahead of you, and he couldn't wait to get you out in the wilderness and teach you how to pitch a tent and make the perfect s'more."

Eventually, you make it to the campgrounds. You had to admit that it was absolutely beautiful— tall, looming pine trees, snow-capped mountains, picnic tables, patches of even ground you figured would be perfect to set up the tent on, and even a couple outhouses. Harry gives you a smug look when he sees your awestruck face, glad that he was the first to show you something from your own city.

"It's beautiful up here, innit? So peaceful. Looks like we're here by ourselves too," he gestures towards the empty campgrounds. "Nice and private."

You nod, unbuckling your seatbelt as Harry puts the car in park. "I'm already feelin' more relaxed," you joke, opening the door and stepping out to stretch your stiff limbs. "Should we walk around and take a peek at everything before we get ourselves set up?"

"Yeah, s'good idea," he gets out of the car himself and walks around to you, grabbing your hand. "Maybe we can go hiking later? Hear there's a nice little waterfall somewhere around here. Would love to see that." You hum in agreement, walking along the dry ground, leaves crunching under your feet.

"That sounds nice. I can't believe I've never been here," you tell him incredulously, swinging your hands. "It's so gorgeous. And is it just me, or is the air here like, super crisp?" Harry chuckles, nodding in agreement.

"I don't think it's just you, poppet. We're finally away from all that L.A. smog, can take some nice, deep breaths. This will be great for m'asthma." You laugh, and a comfortable silence falls between you. Occasionally, Harry will say, "Look at tha' bird!" or "That's the biggest tree 've seen in my life!" but you walk in silence, for the most part, enjoying each other's company.

"Do you think we should turn back?" you ask your boyfriend, stopping to look back in the direction you came from. "We've been walkin' for a minute. I don't think we should venture too far from the car." You were starting to grow tired and weren't in the right shoes for walking much longer.

"Yeah, let's get back and get that tent set up. Also gettin' kind of hungry," Harry tells you, turning you back around in the direction you'd come from. "How's tea and eggs sound?"

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"Harry, you've got to be fuckin' kidding me!"

"Y/N, I swear I packed it! It has to be somewhere in here!"

"We've emptied out the entire car, Harry!"

Upon returning to the campsite, your boyfriend was excited to get the tent out of the car, so you could "really get this camping trip started," as he said. Yet, when he went in the trunk of his car to retrieve the tent, it was nowhere to be found. Neither one of you panicked at first, figuring he might've squeezed it in the backseat instead, as the trunk was pretty full. It wasn't there, either. Now, your suitcases and cooler was laid out around the car, but the tent was nowhere to be found. He runs his fingers in frustration through his hair, tapping his foot while he contemplates calling one of his assistants and asking her to bring it to him.

"Harry, don't make her do that. You already told her she could have the weekend off. It's not her fault you forgot it," you scold, digging your shoe's toe into the dirt. "We can just sleep in the car."

"That's so uncomfortable," he mewls, placing your suitcases back into the car. "Maybe we should just go home. We're not off to a very good start, maybe it's a sign?"

"No way, H. I've already called off work to come here with you, we're staying," you insist, reaching back into the car to grab the electric tea kettle you've bought. "Let's get a little breakfast in our stomachs and then go see that waterfall, how's that sound?" Harry gives you a reluctant look but agrees, reaching in the cooler to grab the carton of eggs you've brought along. He grabs the small skillet, albeit your favorite one that you told him not to bring here, and grabs a small charcoal bag to light the grill.

"Have yeh got a lighter on ya?" Harry asks, walking over to the small grill beside the picnic table. You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Me? You didn't ask me to bring it! Are you telling me we can't even light the grill now?" You couldn't believe everything that could go wrong on your camping trip was going wrong, but now it seemed like you wouldn't even be able to prepare hot meals for the next two days.

"Yes, I did, Y/N," Harry argues back calmly, not wanting to raise his voice. "Remember? I bought that long one so it would be easier to use. Said, 'Babe, make sure yeh grab the lighter off the counter.'" You think for a moment and then shake your head, sure Harry did, in fact, not tell you to grab the lighter, and he was just trying to push the blame to you.

"Now what? We can't cook the meat or vegetables all because you couldn't remember to bring the lighter," you tell him sharply, feeling yourself growing more annoyed by the second. You were incredibly frustrated because you weren't keen on the idea of camping in the first place, but you came along anyway, not expecting so many things to go wrong.

Harry closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, a thing he does every time things start getting heated between the two of you because he hates fighting. "Well, it's at home, and there's not much we can do about it, so 'm sorry for pointin' fingers at you. Did we bring anything we can snack on that doesn't require cooking?" You rummage around in the cooler and find a box of cheese, some cold cuts, a loaf of french bread, and a couple bottles of wine.

"Hows some cheese, bread, and meat sound? We can make little sandwiches," you tell him, pulling out the food. "Maybe some wine?"

Harry chuckles, walking over to you. "Y/N, it's not even 10 am."

"We're on vacation, aren't we?"

He shrugs, walking over to you to grab the bottle of wine. You grab plates, napkins, and a sheet you bought to double as a tablecloth, laying it out atop the picnic table. "'M actually starving," he calls to you from beside the car, reaching to grab two wine glasses. "Can't wait to eat this."

You cut into the loaf of french bread and cheese and add slices of salami and ham, quickly assembling mini sandwiches for you and Harry. "These look good, don't they?" you ask him, half teasing, half-serious. You hand him his sandwich, and he grins, grabbing it from you.

"Looks delicious, Y/N, thank you. Cheers," he gently taps his sandwich against yours, and you both take big bites, moaning at your first taste of food all day. "Want some wine now?" He asks, pouring you each full glasses. He slides the glass in front of you and you grab it, taking a long sip.

"S'good. Where'd you get this one from?" you question, taking another bite from your sandwich.

"Italy," he responds sheepishly, tasting it himself. "I know how to pick a bottle of wine, don't I?"

You giggle at your boyfriend's subtle bragging, continuing to eat your breakfast. You realized that there was no way you and Harry could comfortably spend the whole weekend here camping. You'd most likely have to call it quits before it got dark. However, you were still glad you'd get to spend time with your boyfriend outdoors, eating "emergency sandwiches" and sipping on a 500 dollar bottle of wine.

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"Never have I ever had a one night stand," you say loudly, giggling in the process. You and Harry were both absolutely plastered, having already finished one bottle of wine and working on the second. You've decided to play a good old fashioned game of Never Have I Ever, and it was getting more raunchy the drunker the two of you became. Harry narrows his eyes at you and takes a swig out of the bottle of wine, shaking his head.

"You already know 've had one because I've told yeh about it before, yeh lil' cheater," he exclaims, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Here's one. Never have I ever shagged in the backseat of a car." You choke on your wine, widening your eyes at him.

"You actually think I've done that? How kinky do you think I am?" you smack him on his arm, laughing at his ridiculous statement. Harry doesn't say anything, running his finger along the rim of his wine glass.

"Here's a more specific one," he leans closer to you, and you can smell the wine on his warm breath. "Never have I ever shagged in the back of my car, in the middle of the woods, while on a camping trip with my girlfriend." His hand goes to rest on your thigh, and you swallow thickly.

"Thought you wanted to go see that waterfall?" you ask him, your words jumbling together slightly. Harry turns to face you, so his legs are on either side of the bench, and he pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"Don't care much for the waterfall when 've got a beautiful woman sat in front of me," he blurts, sucking on the underside of your jaw.

"What d'you want then?" you challenge, tilting your head slightly, so Harry is better positioned to place kisses to your jaw.

"Want you," he responds simply, grabbing your hand and placing it over his growing bulge. "Y'know how wine gets me goin', love." You hum in agreement, palming him through his trousers.

"I know," you respond breathlessly, pulling away from him to down the rest of your wine. "Why don't we go to the car then?" Harry gives you a surprised look, a dopey smile on his face.

"So we're really doin' this then?" He asks, standing up from the picnic table and holding his hand out for you to grab.

"No one's around, why not?" You knew that your sexual boldness came from all the wine you'd consumed, but at that moment, you didn't think there was anything you wanted more in the world than your boyfriend's cock down your throat. "Need to taste you." Harry groans, leading you hastily toward the car. You both stumble to get there in your intoxicated stupor but make it in one piece, giggling and clinging onto one another.

"After you, m' lady," he opens the backseat and curtsies, causing you to both erupt into a fit of giggles. You clamber into the backseat, scooting all the way to the other side so Harry could climb in after you. He shuts the door, and you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths. "Tight squeeze back here, yeah?"

"Yeah," you readjust your body, so your back is against the door, and your legs are over Harry's lap. "How are we gonna do this?"

Harry's quirks an eyebrow at you, undoing the button on his pants. "Yeh really wanna just straight into it, don't yeh, minx?" You nod, readjusting your position, so you're now on your knees, having to crane your neck slightly, so you're not hitting the car's roof.

"Let me taste you," you offer, seeing his hard cock straining to get out the confines of his tight clothing. He wordlessly nods and lifts his hips, tugging his pants down to his mid-thigh. He's not as hard as he can get, maybe due to the amount of wine he's consumed, but you know he's nearly there. You reach over to grab him, hands shaking slightly. "Can't believe we're doing this in the middle of the woods. Makes it even hotter, though."

Harry's head falls against the back seat's headrest as you flick your tongue out to capture the drop of pre-cum that was beginning to run down the side of his head. "Take me in y' mouth, Y/N. What are yeh waiting for?"

You place your hands on his thighs and lower your mouth onto his cock, taking him almost entirely in your warm mouth. Harry lets out a loud groan, not even bothering to quiet his sounds of pleasure since he knew no one was anywhere nearby. You come back up for air and lick your lips, giving him a sultry look. "You mean like that?" Harry grips the back of your head and roughly pushes you back down onto him, not in the mood for your teasing.

"Don't be cheeky now, lovie," he warns, bucking his hips up roughly to fuck your mouth. "Yeh want me to help you cum later, don't yeh?" You moan around his cock, not wanting to answer him, so you don't break the rhythm you were going at. As your sex life with Harry grew more adventurous throughout your relationship, you've only gotten better at deepthroating him, able to get him close to his orgasm in minutes. You always joked between the two of you that giving him head was one of your greatest talents, and of course, he never disagreed with that sentiment. You come up from his cock to take another breath, inhaling deeply through your nostrils. Harry immediately pushes you back down onto him without saying anything. He begins thrusting into you with even more vigor than before, and you know he's almost there. "Y/N, 'm gonna cum—"

You pull off Harry's mouth with a loud plop!, lifting up your dress and shoving your underwear to the side. "Can I ride you?" you ask sweetly, already situating yourself over him. Your boyfriend nods, completely flustered from being pushed so close to his orgasm, and then denied the opportunity to cum.

"S'course," he answers with a shaky breath. "C'mere." He grabs your waist and guides you onto his length, helping you sink down slowly. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling him deep within you. Every ridge, every pulse, the warmth— it makes you feel completely feral. "That's a good girl, Y/N. Takin' my cock like it's nothing, aren't yeh? This is easy for you, hmm?"

You nod against his shoulder, starting to bounce around slowly on him. "So easy, H. Fit inside me so well," you moan, squeezing your eyes shut. "Feels fuckin' incredible, stretchin' me out like this." Harry squeezes onto your sides, leaving bruises in the shapes of his fingers. Harry places a kiss against his lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"You like tha', Y/N? Such a dirty girl, lettin' me fuck ya in the back of my car like this. Kinky lil' thing, you are, pet," he mutters, thrusting his hips up as you slam yourself down to meet him. You nod, moving your hips in a gyrating motion.

"Love it, H. Fuckin' into me so well, fuck," you let out a particularly loud cry when Harry repositions you slightly, hitting your g-spot int he new position he has you in. "Don't stop please, keep going." You urge your boyfriend, throwing your head back. It's incredibly hot in the car, and you realize that maybe you should've cracked open a few windows before starting, but there was no way you're going to stop now to tell him that, not when you were this close.

"Y/N, I'm gonna cum," he cries out, his breathing becoming labored. "Let me have yeh in another position, please, 'm so fuckin' close."

"There's no room," you choke out, squeezing down on him. Harry moans loudly, muttering a quiet "shit" under his breath. He lifts you off of him and lays you down across the backseat, bending your knees up to your chest while he situates himself in between your legs. It's cramped and uncomfortable and hot, but you're so close, just a few thrusts away from reaching your high.

"Put your legs over my shoulders," he demands, resting on hand on the car's headrest while the other grips your breast. You nod and place your legs on either side of his shoulders, now being able to feel him in a completely different way. He re-enters you, so much deeper than before, and you swear you see stars. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N. Love your tight pussy, babe. All fo' me, yeah?"

"All for you, baby," you cry, gripping onto his broad shoulders. "'M gonna cum now, let me cum." You're a begging, writhing mess beneath him, squeezing down on his cock.

"Do tha' again," he asks, his rhythm becoming sloppy and hurried, just wanting to get the two of you off. "I'm almost there too, babe, squeeze 'round my cock again like you just did."

You clench around Harry and he lets his head hang, squeezing onto your breast even harder. "'M cummin', Y/N," he announces immediately before releasing inside you, his warm load coating your spongy walls. Your bite your lip and squeeze around him again, the coil in your abdomen becoming tighter as you quickly approach your peak shortly after he reaches his. You know Harry is exhausted, but he doesn't stop, never wanting to leave you hanging. He reaches in between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit with the hand that's gripping the headrest and flicks your nipples with the other hand. "Come on, love. Can feel how close you are, I know you're nearly there."

Harry spanks your clit while increasing his speed, and your eyes roll into the back of your head, your vision going hazy. You feel like you're underwater— his voice sounds muffled and a little far away, and that's how you know the orgasm was good. Your eyes are still shut, and you feel him slowly pull out, trying not to get his seed all over the backseat of his car. After coming down from your high, you open your eyes, a blissed-out smile on your face. "That was incredible." You let out a quiet chuckle, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead. "Can you open the door? I can hardly breathe in here."

Harry laughs and slowly sits up, opening the door and inhaling the cold morning air. The car's windows were completely fogged up, and you're happy no one was walking by because if they did, they'd definitely know what the two of you had gotten into. "Guess you can't say you've never fucked in the backseat of a car before anymore."

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