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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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Cabin Fever Part 2 {Drew Starkey}

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Cabin Fever - I hope you all enjoy it. There's a piece of me that feels like I could go on forever about this "trip". Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos (not smut this time, sorry)

Requested? Nope. I just wanted it. Requests for OBX are open, let's get through these next 4 days together..

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It had been some time since Drew had heard a groan of frustration behind him on the trail. He stopped, turned on his heel, and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand as he looked over the bumps in the path to try and spot her.

"C'mon, Little Foot." He called with a smirk.

"That's not fair. I have big feet for a woman my size, and either way - I couldn't keep up with you if I tried." She whined as she made her way over the small hill, her hands cinching her waist to ease a cramp.

"Just a little further, Sweetie. Promise." Drew laughed softly as he reached forward for her hand as she sluggishly made her way down the slope towards him.

She extended her hand out to him and let him tug her towards him, and into his sweaty arms. He placed a soft kiss onto her head before he let her hand go and began to led the way through the trails again, the foliage around them bright and green.

"I thought we were going to play around in the hammock today." She breathed out as she knotted the bottom of her t-shirt and tucked it under, letting her mid- drift breathe.

"We will. There's something I want to show you first." Drew mumbled, a smile on his face as he watched where he stepped as he led them through an uneven part of the path.

She took long, careful steps after him - her eyes on her feet the whole time- as she gripped his hand as tightly as she could, Drew gripping hers back just as tight. He gave her a little tug the rest of the way over the slope in the path, just to prompt her, and pulled her close into his body when they reached his destination.

"Our cabin is just through those trees over there. See that smoke?" He smiled as he turned her body around, her back against his firm body as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Is it Rudy?" She grinned as she placed her arms over his, while her head rested back against his solid chest.

"I mean, it could be. But I think it's just the wood stove. Or maybe Chase attempting another bonfire." Drew replied as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her face.

"Oh my god. He was so bad at it last night." She giggled as she played with the leather band of his watch, her eyes scanning over the horizon of the little lookout he had taken her to.

"I think the fire he built was a distraction to get Madelyn alone. He made it badly on purpose." Drew laughed as he briefly took a hand off his girlfriend to adjust his hat on his head.

"So, does that mean it's your turn to make a bad fire tonight?" She questioned as she turned around in his arms, her hands pressed to his chest.

"I've never made a bad bonfire in my life. It's not part of the Starkey nature to make a bad fire." Drew smirked down at her, eyebrows raised.

"So you won't be building a poor excuse for a fire tonight as a distraction to get me alone?" She asked as she traced over the pattern of his shirt over his heart.

"I don't need distractions to get you alone." Drew grinned as he bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.

She breathed out a smile as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her head rested against his chest as they stood there for a moment. He gave her a gentle squeeze and a playful slap to her backside as he pulled away from her to begin leading her back the way they came, towards their cabin. Which he wasn't entirely sure was not currently on fire.

On the way back to the cabin, Drew decided to walk at a slower pace. Their hands laced together as they simple strolled back towards the cabin, the sun setting rather quickly with each of their steps. The air became crisp around them, Drew pulling her under his arm as they quickly made it through the trees and through the opening to their cabin.

"You guys made it back just in time to watch Chase fuck this up again." Rudy called from the edge of the fire pit, a beer in his hand as he watched with caution as Chase tried to set up the fire.

"I'm not gonna fuck it up." Chase mumbled under his breath as he placed two pieces of firewood against one another, his eyes incredibly focused.

"Stop! You're making me nervous. Move over." Drew shuttered as he took a few steps over to Chase and pushed him aside, taking over to build the fire.

She laughed as she watched the boys briefly wrestle for control of the fire. She wrapped her arms around herself as the sky began to get dark and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Starkey, I'm going to have a shower and get warm. I think I got bit by about a thousand bugs." She stated as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

"Alright, Sweetie. I'll be right behind you. This won't take me long." Drew grinned as he crunched up some newspaper and placed it beneath the wood he had placed in the pit.

She nodded as she made her way back into the cabin, immediately greeted by the warmth of the wood stove that was cooking their dinner. She took a deep breath in, letting the delicious smells of dinner fill her nostrils as she made her way back to their bedroom and the small bathroom connected.

She stripped out of her clothes, a shiver running through her body as she leaned into the shower and turned on the spray. The steam from the hot water filled the small room. She pulled back the curtain of the shower, stepped in and let the water of the shower warm her skin.

"Damn. It's hot in here." Drew stated as he opened the bathroom door, his voice loud over the shower spray.

"I'm cold!" She called as she stood in the shower, directly under the flow of water.

"Well, make room for me. I'm coming in." Drew laughed softly, his clothes hitting the floor. He pulled back the curtain of the shower, a smile on his face as she squealed when the cold air of the bathroom hit her naked body.

Drew stepped into the shower with her and under the flow of water. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against his body to let his body warmth take over hers. She leaned her body back against his, her head resting on his chest.

"How did the fire turn out?" She asked softly as they stood under the shower spray, just holding each other.

"It's a beautiful fire. One of the best I've ever made." Drew chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face.

She mumbled a soft, "good" as she moved her face to the side so he would grant her the service of kissing her face a few more times. Drew happily obliged, his lips trailing from the side of her face, to her jawline and down her neck.

"Do you think there's time to lay in the hammock before dinner?" She smiled, her eyes closed as Drew pressed kiss after kiss along her neck.

"No. But I do think there's time to play in here before dinner." He smiled as he kissed her shoulder, his arms squeezing her tightly against him.

"We can't use up all the hot water again, Drew!" She laughed as she reached a hand back to twist his wet hair around her fingers.

"Well, why not?" Drew grinned as he removed his lips from her shoulder but reached his hands up to palm at her breasts beneath the warm water.

"Because last time, we stayed in the shower for almost an hour and a half and couldn't do dishes after dinner because we used it all." She squealed as his hands grabbed at her.

"I don't think it was that long." Drew grinned before his teeth grazed over her shoulder. He slid his hands down her body to her hips and gently turned her around to face him.

She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer to her height. Drew pressed his forehead to hers as he held on to her hips, keeping her close.

Just as Drew slowly made his way to close the gap between them, about to press his lips to hers again, several loud bangs hit the bathroom door.

"It's barely been ten minutes!" Drew yelled back with a sigh, pulling his forehead back from his girlfriend's.

"Uh. No. It's not that. I killed the fire." Chase called from the other side of the door, his fingertips tapping against the wood.

"He killed the...what do you mean you 'killed' the fire?" Drew sighed as he pushed his wet hair back from his face.

"I tried to move the wood to make the little house like you said, and it fell over." Chase muttered.

"Oh my God." Drew groaned as he tossed his head back, then looked down at his girlfriend with apologetic eyes.

"Go. He clearly needs your help. But I expect some quality time in the hammock later, Starkey." She smirked before she placed a quick kiss on his lips, then turned her back to him to go back to her shower.

"You got it, Sweetie." Drew grinned as he got out of the shower, took one last glance at his girlfriend, then quickly got dressed to go and help Chase rebuild the once perfect fire.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - I'm sorry if it's too short. Maybe another one if there's interest? xoxo

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkookx OC ( Complete)

Chapter 1

[ Read the rest here : Chapter 8 ( Final)

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Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Sweat dotted the edge of my hairline and I felt like my entire body was on fire. I was wet, so fucking wet and the sound of him ramming into me, over and over again was absolutely obscene in the quiet of the bedroom. I was on my back, a thin black tie cutting off my vision and all I could feel was the steady staccato of his dick pounding into me.

“Oh fuck.. Fuck...Just like that Jungkook fuck....”

I could barely recognize my own voice. Wrecked and ruined, breathy and almost a whine.

My shoulders ached from being stretched up, wrists almost numb from the handcuffs that held my body up to the head board. I felt like my shoulders were gonna pop out and I panted, fuming at him internally because he’d done it on purpose, locked the handcuffs a rung higher than usual which meant that I wasn’t lying comfortably on the bed as usual .

“Look at you.... look so fucking filthy like this angel....” He smirked down at me, fingers like a vice around my waist holding me up and almost off the bed as he pounded into me, each thrust carrying the entire weight of his muscled body. It hurt so bad it felt good. My thighs ached from where they stayed wrapped around his slim waist.

“Fuck...don’t stop...” I felt my head fall back, the ache in my back intensifying. I was so close....so fucking close, I could feel the heat as it built up, licking its way up my spine, The angle was perfect, his cock had a slight curve to it when he was fully hard and that just meant that he managed to hit my sweet spot every time he pistoned in.

And God we’d been at this for so long now... almost a whole damn hour and my senses were frayed, my body so sensitive and wrung out that all I wanted to do was cum.

So, of course Jungkook being the supreme asshole that he was, chose that moment to stop moving completely.

My heart jumped to my throat in panic, my body lifting off the bed, chasing friction and his hold on my waist tightened, so much that I was sure he had bruised me.

“Hmm.... Don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do, baby....” He drawled, voice husky in a way that made my ache worse.

“What- no..wait you fucking asshole ...” I screamed knowing what was coming and refusing to accept it. Fuck i hated him... Fuck Fuck....

He gripped my waist and slid forward again , but instead of sliding in he slotted his cock between my thighs, pulling my legs together so he could fuck into the gap and yes, it was really fucking hot but I was so close....I needed him inside me ......

“Please....Jungkook please don’t...” I begged, dignity forgotten because I was not a fan of delayed gratification.

“Shush shush.....What’d I say about taking what I give you.....and to be fucking honest, I’m not sure you really like my dick all that much...” He said, sounding thoughtful and my head swam in confusing. What the fuck was he even on about?

“What? Are you kidding me? I let you fuck me almost every damn night why would you-”

“So why’d you go have dinner with Namjoon hyung?” He pinched my nipples', both at the same time, twisting and pulling till I whines, eyes watering enough to soak the silk of his tie.

“What -- That’s... We’re not fucking dating....I can have dinner with who I want....” I snarled in disbelief, tugging fruitlessly on the handcuffs. Why the fuck had I agreed to this??

“Not after cancelling on me, you can’t... And certainly not with my brother, angel..” Jungkook snarled right back and I flinched when I felt his hand come down near my face. For one horrifying moment I thought he was going to slap me but what he did was rip the blindfold off me. Momentarily still blinded, I blinked till he came into focus and felt that familiar and unwelcome swooping sense of attraction.

Jeon Jungkook with his long midnight hair and ivory skin. Doe eyes that carried entire galaxies in them and those soft, thin lips that smirked at the drop of a hat.

Fuck him... Fuck him for being so fucking attractive that my heart stopped every time I saw him.

He was staring at me and the raging anger on his face really shouldn’t make me wetter but it did. I wanted to sob as my entire body clenched, aching empty and desperate to be filled again.

“You sent me a fucking dick pic... “ I whined in despair. “ You were literally in the office when I was at dinner with him , how the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted to see me....!!!?”

Jungkook reached down and began stroking himself and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief.

“Jungkook....” I warned, feeling the desperation morph into genuine anger now.

“I wanted you to suck me off in my office. Isn’t that part of what my dad pays you for?” He drawled and I felt fury bloom. Jungkook knew just the right words to say, whether he wanted to turn me on or make me feel murderous....

He scooted forward , straddling my chest and I bucked hard, trying to throw him off but it was fucking impossible. I flinched when he slipped a palm under my head, gripping my hair and yanking my head up till his cock pressed up against my lips.

“You owe me a blow job, princess.....gonna open up?” He gripped my hair harder and the pain made me keen.

“If you stick your dick in my mouth I will bite it off....” I growled, resisting the urge to thrash because it only made my scalp hurt more. He laughed at that and I stared at him, the pink of his dick right on my lips and for a moment I almost had a pavlovian response to it. Almost opened my mouth and took the hard delicious length of it into my warm mouth.

Shaking my head just enough to dislodge the head off my lips, I glared at him , my stomach clenching as he stared down at me, wicked dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pretty red lips parted in that sexy infuriating smirk of his. He gripped himself harder, groaning as his eyes rolled back a bit at the stimulation. I stared at how his long fingers wrapped around his length , the way he was so shameless in chasing his pleasure. His thumb traced the head, finger dipping lightly into his slit and he moaned, almost shuddering at the sensation. I wanted nothing more to touch myself, at least relieve some of the excruciating pressure between my legs but Jungkook had planned this, had put me in handcuffs fully intending to leave me high and dry .

I stared at him and he glanced back, his face momentarily open in pleasure, lips spit slicked and parted and tongue poking out as he let out a breathy, ‘ fuck’ and i knew he was close.

He always looked like a fallen angel when he was close to his orgasm. Fucking beautiful son of a bitch.

But no matter how gorgeous he was, Jeon Jungkook was an incorrigible jerk and I knew exactly what he was gonna do,.

I pursed my lips shut and turned my head away when he came , snarling when the hot wetness coated my face. Jungkook always came like a fucking hose and I could feel globs of it cling to my face, even my fucking eyelashes.

When I turned back , snarling and ready to unload on him, he was already crawling away, but not before scooping up the last of his release on his fingers and reaching down to grip my cheeks with enough force to get my mouth open.

I whimpered when he stuck his finger in, the familiar taste of his cum only making my body thrum in desperation. I hated him. Hated him so fucking much.

“Taste good, baby?” He drawled softly, chasing his fingers with his tongue and licking into my mouth, swirling his cum all over my tongue with his.

“My filthy little slut...” He whispered against my lips, voice tinged with so much feigned fondness that I nearly bit his lip.

“Take the handcuffs off, you fucker.” I growled, watching as he slipped on his boxer brief and his jeans. I fully intended to grab the vibrator on my desk and get myself off the minute he let me out of the handcuffs.

And next time....

oh, boy next time Jungkook was going to be on his knees begging me to let him cum....

He was sweaty and looked like a mess but he never stayed around long enough to even take a shower. Now that I knew I wasn’t getting fucked my attraction for him was gone, replaced by homicidal fury.

“Hmm.... I’ll think about it.” He shrugged, reaching for the white button down on the floor.

My eyes nearly bugged out.

“What the fuck do you mean you’ll think about it?” I snarled.

“Your sister told me she’ll be dropping by at around five today..... I’ll leave the key on the dining tanle. She’ll help you out...” He grinned at me wide and I felt my heart drop through my throat.

I spluttered as he dangled the key tauntingly , whistling as he moved to the door.

“THAT’S A WHOLE TWO HOURS AWAY JEON JUNGKOOK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!”

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“Do I even want to know?” My sister stared at me in honest disgust and I knew I must’ve looked a sight , with dried cum all over my face. But i was barely listening to her. I knew exactly what I had to do....Knew exactly what I could do to have Jeon Jungkook frothing at the mouth.

“Areum? Are you listening..?” She called out when I raced to the bathroom. I quickly turned on the hot water , grabbing a washcloth to scrub at my face. Jungkook was going to regret this.

When I finished taking a shower, scrubbing myself clean and stepped back out, my sister was airing out the room.

“Mom has been talking about setting you up with people and here you are , whoring around with that Jeon brat....” She rolled her eyes at me but I ignored her, moving to the closet with my lingerie.

My mother had high hopes for me. After blowing through my dad’s entire legacy with her fancy clothes and expensive bags, she was now panicking. She wanted me to marry big and granted, Jeon Jungkook came from a filthy rich family but he was still the prodigal son and his father made it plenty clear that unless he danced to the older man’s tune, he would be out without a penny to his name.

But that was none of my business. I wasn’t going to marry the dude. I didn’t even like him.

All i really cared about was getting him back for leaving me unsatisfied today.

I grabbed the most scandalous piece I had, black and completely sheer. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination and I felt saliva pooling at the back of my throat just thinking about how Jungkook would react to this. The first time I had worn it, he had held me up against the wall and fucked me senseless.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked my sister as she began picking up the different pieces of clothing scattered all over the room, dropping them in the laundry basket on her hip.

“Can’t I just come check on my beautiful baby sister? “ She smiled and I rolled my eyes .

Hana was the perfect daughter in every way. She was a professional artist, married to the gorgeously successful surgeon, Dr. Kim Seokjin who happened to own the largest hospital in the country.

And it was hard to hate her because she had endless patience for my shenanigans'. Because to be honest, this wasn’t the first time she had walked in on me lying debauched, courtesy Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Which brought me to my current mission.

“Okay. I’m fine. I’m actually on my way out so you can either crash here for a while or you can leave...” i waved dismissively, running to the bathroom to slip the dress on.

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I rang the door bell again, feeling my body thrum with impatience. Why the fuck wasn’t he answering the damned door? I was wearing simple summer dress. The fastest thing I could take off.

“Areum?” Namjoon’s surprised face barely registered on my face. He was in his sweatpants with a glass bowl filled with chips and he looked completely thrown by my presence.

I shouldered past him, moving to stand in the middle of the living room.

“Is everything okay? What’s wro-”

I grabbed the hem of the dress pulling it over my head and tossing it away on the couch.

Namjoon dropped the bowl and if it weren't for the ridiculously thick fur rug underneath us, the thing would have shattered to a million pieces.

His eyes were wide in disbelief, mouth slack in shock as he stared at me and i could actually see his dick swelling in hi sweatpants as I stood in the completely see through babydoll.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

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‘Fuck, yeah...that feels so fucking good...” Namjoon growled , gripping my waist as I rode him, his thick cock stretching me out so good that I moaned in relief. Stupid fucking Jeon Jungkook.... Namjoon wasn’t bad per se but he didn’t know the nuances of what I liked. Jungkook had this sinful way of rolling his hips up into mine when I rode him and it always made me see stars. But no matter....this wasn’t the main reason I was here.

“Don’t cum... I want you to come on my face .” I whispered softly and Namjoon shuddered, grip on my waist tightening.

“Fuck..yeah,.yeah,.,.,okay,,.,anything you say.,...” He stuttered.

I reached down to rub my clit because I wanted to cum too and I sighed in sweet blessed relief as my orgasm washed over me, my walls clenching around Namjoon as I rode it out.

“Fuck, I’m close...” Namjoon whispered and i clambered off him to kneel between his legs.

“Take a picture.” I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera , pressing it into his hands.

“Wh- What?” His pacing faltered and I didn’t let him think too much , lest he change his mind...

“I want a picture of me choking on your cock , Joon oppa.... A picture with you painting my face with cum..please...please...” I blinked up at him through my wet lashes and I could almost see his mind disintegrating at the visual.

“ Shit okay.... okay...”

I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking quickly and taking him in deep, my mind swimming with glee as he clicked away.

“Fuck, I’m cumming...” Namjoon began and I pulled away, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out just as he came , making sure I stared straight into the camera as the first few spurts hit me, right across my tongue. I stuck a finger in my mouth, making a show of sucking it and Namjoon groaned, clicking away more pictures.

“Fuck...tell me I can get these pictures...” He moaned and I laughed, crawling up to kiss him.

“Sure baby.”

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I called Jungkook first, simply to give him a chance to redeem himself.

The thing with Namjoon was impulsive and while i didn’t regret it per se , i didn’t want to drag Namjoon into this without just cause.

“what the fuck do you want?” Jungkook’s annoyed voice made my hackles rise.

“A fucking apology for starters.” I snarled into the phone. The fucking audacity!!!

“Listen , I’m on the way to Sana’s place.... So I don’t have time for your toddler tantrums. I’m hanging up”

And he actually hung up.

I stared at the phone, shaking in disbelief.

I quickly flipped through the photos I’d taken , trying to find the one that would make him furious enough to ditch his fuck for the night. Sana? Who the fuck was she anyway>?

I picked the one that was most obscene, you could see my sheer bodice, my nipples and the curve of my breasts, Namjoon’s cock resting against my tongue, spurts of his cum over my tongue and my cheek bones and the highlight- my eyes staring right at the camera in defiance.

Perfect.

Nothing riled Jungkook up more than defiance.

I opened snapchat , sending him the pic.

I stared at the caption in satisfaction.

Your brother tasted better.

I relaxed against the pillows, glancing at the clock over the door. It was a little past eleven but knowing Jungkook.... he’d be here within the hour. He had a key to my apartment so I locked the bedroom instead.

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“Kim Areum!!!!!!!!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment rousing me from my nap. I blinked groggily and stared at the mirror.

11.25 PM.

I felt a smile creep into my face. A new record.

The door into my bedroom shook on its hinges as he knocked on it. Hard. I moved to stand close to the door , reveling in the fact that Jungkook was on the other side, likely losing his everloving shit .

“I’m too tired, Jungkook...your brother really put me through the wringer...” I whined piteously and the knocking stopped.

“Open the motherfucking door, Areum or I’m gonna fuck you so hard its gonna put you in a fucking wheelchair .....” He growled.

I smiled.

“Good night Jungkook. Oh and you better leave soon...my sister is sleeping in the guest bedroom.”

Ignoring his frustrated snarl , I turned the lights off.

Kim Areum- 1.

Jeon Jungkook -0

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Author’s note : I was just really inspired by that pic of pic of Jungkook in the see through shirt. Lemme know what you thought :-*

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caleiiiii · 3 years

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mcyt subway au pt 4 - ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

check out the master post here !

halloween

phil lets everyone dress up for the halloween weekend as long as they wear the nametag and hat

tubbo dresses up as a bee (it matches the pin on his visor :D)

tommy tries to “dress up” as schlatt, but gets denied as soon as he walks in the door

wilbur, the shift lead, decides that tommy can just. wear a sheet over his head with the eyes cut out

he has to wear the hat and nametag on the sheet tho

wilbur, quackity, and fundy decide it would be hilarious to all wear their uniforms backwards

hats, shirts, aprons, pants, it’s all backwards

wilbur asks fundy if hes gonna wear his fursuit (this is before the philza smackdown)

fundy is Not Pleased

the dream team + karl dress up as hogwarts students

instantly the favorites from all the kids who come into the store

technoblade dresses up as a vampire

isnt allowed to ring people up because of the fake fangs

eret dresses up as a king, also attempts to wear those like 5 inch platform heels

the reason he cant is because he kept hitting his head on things

niki dresses up as wednesday addams

phil told her she wasnt allowed to keep the crossbow on her :(

schlatt just shows up in his everyday clothes

when quackity asks who hes dressed up as schlatt just responds

“God”

no one else asks any questions

the proofer incident

one time tubbo was sick and couldn’t work his shift

everyone else was busy so phil let tommy and wilbur work it alone

since tubbo always bakes the bread, tommy had to do it

(for context, you have to proof bread before you bake it so it rises)

so tommy placed all the dough in the proofer to proof

but he didnt set the timer right

cut to a few hours later

the two are just finishing up a big rush when wilbur looks into the proofer

“tommy, you do know how to set the timer on the proofer, right?”

“what timer?”

tommy looks into the proofer

its just

dough

so much dough

(when you overproof dough it gets really big)

wilbur starts CACKLING

tommy just. stares

they run out of bread that evening

languages

tubbo asks niki to teach him german one night

niki decides to hang up a bunch of sticky notes on items around with the store with the german word for it

fundy and quackity begin to do the same for dutch and spanish respectively

phil tells them as long as its in the back room he doesnt mind

speedrunning sandwiches

dream is hella good at making sandwiches

prides himself on being pretty damn good at his job

one day he hears rumors about a worker from another subway store who is super fast at making sandwiches

dream, curious, asks what location and decides to pay a visit to this newfound competitor

when he gets there, he meets illumina

the guy is just so fast at making sandwiches

dreams internal monolouge: “oh, this is my new rival”

as illumina is making his sandwich hes just like. mentally taking notes

he starts going to the other subway like about 3-4 days a week

everytime he asks for illumina to make his sandwich

every single time

time skip to two ish weeks later or smth

dream has made way too many google docs and spreadsheets over this

once he was editing it on the company computer and sapnap caught him and just stared in horror

he goes into the subway to order another sandwich and asks for illumina again

as dream is paying illumina kinda asks

“hey, so uh, is there a reason that you come in here like every day and always request that i make your sandwich?”

dream just. Freezes

its a weird conversation

the kitten incident(s) -an expansion on an idea by @trademarked-but-not-really !

schlatt, despite the façade he puts up, is a big softie

one time he finds a tiny kitten on his way to work

in a split second decision he just. brings the kitten to work

places the cat in his cubby behind his sweatshirt

during his lunch break he goes to the back room to play with the kitten

quackity catches schlatt holding the kitten and baby-talking it

“who’s a good kitty? you are! you-”

“uh, schlatt, what are you doing?”

quackity gets so much blackmail

“if you tell anyone about this you’re dead.”

quackity uses his blackmail to get out of so much stuff

after that incident, schlatt gets better at hiding the kittens

there are still some slip ups tho

phil: “is that cat hair on the floor?”

schlatt, hiding a kitten in his apron: “no... hopefully”

after his shift he always brings the kittens to the local animal shelter

he also volunteers there during his free time

one time niki comes in to adopt a cat and walks in only to see schlatt holding 3 small kittens

one in each hand, and another climbing up his shoulder

they just -stare- at eachother

needless to say, another person gains blackmail on schlatt that day

trade-offs

tommy, tubbo, and wilbur haggle and trade doing certain tasks

mainly sweeping the store and stocking the chips display

these trades get VERY intense

“i’ll start on freezer pulls if you sweep and mop” “only if you do prep work tomorrow” “deal!”

“i’ll let you bake bread and cookies if you also stock the chip display” “ugh, fine”

one day phil comes in to do inventory just to see the three boys standing by the task list screaming at each other

luckily only bad and skeppy were in the shop

schlatt and wilbur origins

when schlatt first started working at subway, he always got paired with wilbur on shifts

(this is before tommy and tubbo started working at subway)

they got along like a house on fire

they always made up bets to complete while they worked

on their first shift alone they decided to play a hellish rendition of “the floor is lava”

whoever lost had to buy the others meals for a month

skeppy and bad agreed to be the referees for the day

they took extra chairs from the back and placed them around the shop so they could get around without touching the floor

they even put chairs behind the bain (the area behind the counter)

after they set everything up, the game began

from then on, they spent the whole day perched on chairs

customers were

very confused

to say the least

many tasks were done poorly or not at all in an attempt to win the bet

the two survive until the end of the day with no major failures

in a last ditch attempt to win, schlatt made a dramatic final speech and pushed wilbur from the chair he was standing on

skeppy recorded the whole speech

unfortunately, wilbur hit the floor just as phil arrived

the manager in question was PISSED

wilbur and schlatt were banned from working together in the future

feel free to send my asks about this au!! also, if you write/draw anything for this au, please tag me!!! i’d love it see it :D

tag list :)

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potatotrash0 · 3 years

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u have mentioned this trope a handful of times and i too am a whore for the vampire nagito trope so <3 headcanons (long ask)

he like. refuses to drink anything red other than what he's required to - try to give the man pomegranate juice, hibiscus tea, or a cranberry cider and you're either getting punched or he's rambling to you for half an hour out of nervousness because he's afraid someone's gonna make a comment about it and he's paranoid

if he's still, y'know, edward cullen-ing while he's at hope's peak, he would 100% run out of the classroom at LIGHTNING goddamn speed, secret be damned, to escape his classmates - either because they saw him doing gay shit (*cough*) and he's afraid of their questions or he doEsNt wAnT tO bOthEr thEm wiTh hIS pReSeNcE, in true nagito fashion

the classic literature unit hits his literature class and he doesn't show up to that class for a week when they're discussing dracula. he literally cowers in his room that period for the entirety of the week and refuses to answer questions about it

he is so paranoid it makes it obvious, or there's a running joke. like hajime starts hanging out with chiaki and is asking like ‘hey what's that weird kid from your class's deal’ and she's just like ‘idk we think he's a vampire lol’ and ko's head SHOOTS up from across the yard and makes it Ten Times More Plausible to hajime's mind and its hilarious

when he has to go outside he gets one of those big sunhats and sunglasses and looks, in no way, casual, despite it being sort of normal to carry around an umbrella to hide from the sun

he still tries to eat garlic. you hand him like some garlic fries and he's eating the fuck out of them. like fifteen minutes later he's burning up, has a fever, and can barely speak because his throat hurts and he just excuses himself to the bathroom and dies for a solid 30 minutes, but you will be damned if he gives up garlic bread

hajime has to tell him to stop wearing cross earrings. like he'll see him reaching for his on his nightstand (because, let's be honest, if they dated ko WOULD steal his jewelry) and he's like ‘???? are you stupid or dumb’ and nagito is just getting frustrated with his bright red fingertips and hajime has to WRESTLE them from his hand because he is Not giving up without a fight

(when he asks, nagito says gay shit is more important than vampire shit. this gives hajime an impromptu headache.)

he comes up with increasingly ridiculous stories to explain the scar, saying he was attacked by a dog, and then a bear, and one time saying he was attacked by a serial killer with a biting fetish (the most believable of the stories, truthfully) and then, one time, to hajime's utter pain, says, ‘its the fluorescents’ (a direct quote from a twilight movie)

he can still eat, but doesn't need to to survive, so he decides to just eat chocolate cupcakes for a week, except in front of everyone - so all they see is him eating chocolate pastries for breakfast every morning and Nothing Else and its just bizarre enough for them to worry vaguely

chiaki was not explicitly told, but assumed, even possibly as a joke, so one day, when hanging out with ko, asks him if he's ever been to transylvania. he chokes on his coffee and it comes out of his nose, and he actually has to get chiaki off the floor manually due to the laughing fit

hajime, jokingly, asks if they'll have to get married in a church graveyard instead of a church, and nagito not only almost dies at the prospect, but sputters long enough for hajime to ask, ‘or are you just gonna take my soul instead of marrying me?’, which causes another near-heart attack, impressive for someone who doesn't have a BEATING heart

on Halloween, no matter how obvious his costume, he always gets asked if he's dressing up as a vampire. he cannot escape it. hajime thinks its hilarious

hajime asks miu to make him a polaroid camera that doesn't use silver in the film, because he wants a classic polaroid wall of nagito but he won't show up on regular polaroid film, and she agrees - she does think its weird as hell, but she agrees nonetheless, and hajime can be seen regularly snapping pictures when nagito isn't looking and hiding them in his pocket <3

yes. most of these were unhinged. i am a sucker for this little queer man being undead as the next bitch, but also i think it makes for SO many funny opportunities that i could not help myself

thE FUCKING GARLIC BAHAHAHA. Oh my god. Fuck. That’s so valid actually, garlic bread is tasty as shit. Garlic in general is great. I feel bad for his throat but. I mean. Same hat probably ksnxksnkxnx

I love these so much though? I see we agree on the vampire jokes and him sweating over them kdjfksbd. God I think someone else sent in vampire Nagito hcs as well, I’ll see if I can find them

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thebonerpit · 3 years

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suck it and see [FIC]

suck it and see

Rom Howney, 2749 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

Robert invites Tom over for dinner. Has his gag reflex improved? (Not me writing a sequel to this fic almost a year later...)

Five months later, and Tom is wondering what the fuck he’s gotten himself into.

After “The Call”, as he’s been referring to it, Robert has been nothing but sweet and courteous and respectful. Once the post-orgasm adrenaline faded, Tom hasn’t been able to drum up the courage to talk about what happened between them and Robert never brings it up explicitly either. It’s been months of brief text threads during quiet moments, the odd video of Robert’s cats or a photo of the sunset, and Tom getting embarrassingly hard whenever Robert says something remotely flirty. Nothing at all that suggests it might ever happen again. That is, until Tom mentions he’s going to be in L.A. for a week.

“Come see me. I’ll make you dinner.”

“YOU’LL make me dinner? Or your private chef will make me dinner?”

“Don’t get cheeky with me you little shit. Tuesday work for you?”

It doesn’t, but Tom rearranges his entire schedule to get there.

The black jeans he’s chosen are practically painted on, but in an effort to appear completely casual and unbothered he throws on a soft pastel pink hoodie and a baseball cap. No need to mention how long he takes in the shower beforehand. No need at all.

The Uber drops him off and he notes that there are no other cars to be seen, and very few lights on in the house. He didn’t even consider that they might actually be alone and now that it’s hitting him he kind of feels like throwing up. Before he can scope out the best bush to heave into, the door opens.

“I know my front yard is pretty amazing but are you going to stand out here all night?”

Oddly enough, seeing him in person, leaning against the door frame with a dish towel in one hand, Robert Downey Jr. in the flesh, actually calms him down. His brain reroutes from panic to excitement and he rushes forward to give him a tight hug, which Robert gladly returns.

“Good to see you,” he says quietly, almost directly into Tom’s ear. The closeness makes him shiver slightly but he manages to cover it with another tight squeeze before rocking back on his heels.

“Same, boss,” he says with a broad smile. Robert cocks his head and smiles back fondly before patting his cheek and stepping back into the foyer.

“Come on, it’s almost ready.”

“Are you really cooking for me?”

“Of course,” he says, like he’s offended Tom is even asking.

It smells incredible, whatever it is, and Tom removes his hat, happily perches on a bar stool, and accepts the beer Robert hands him. They chat amiably while Robert cooks, and soon Tom forgets why he was ever nervous in the first place. It’s just like how it was on set, or backstage at some industry event, joking and laughing and catching each other up on their respective lives. One of the cats jumps up and kneads at Tom’s lap for a while before padding away to search for its own dinner.

Domestic, Tom thinks briefly, before shooing that horrible thought away.

Dinner is pasta with homemade sauce and Tom devours it.

Robert raises an eyebrow as he slurps up his last noodle and Tom sheepishly hides behind his napkin as he tries to wipe off the spattering of red sauce on his cheek.

“S’really good,” he mutters, and Robert just laughs.

He helps him clean up, despite Robert’s protests. He sets the last pot on the rack to dry and turns to see Robert staring at him, a contemplative expression on his gorgeous face.

“What? More pasta sauce?” Tom asks, swiping at the corner of his lips with one thumb.

“Nah. Just looking.”

“Oh. Ok?”

Robert smirks and saunters over and Tom feels his back hit the fridge. Trapped. Nowhere to go.

“This is cute,” Robert says, tugging at the string of Tom’s hoodie. “Suits you.”

“Uh. Thanks,” Tom replies dumbly, unable to look away from Robert’s mouth. He barely catches the way Robert’s eyes flick up to his own before he looks away and exhales softly. It’s a sound of resignation, and Tom’s heart speeds up to a panicked flutter. As soon as Robert starts to back away, he snakes his arm out and grasps on to his wrist. It shocks them both and they can’t do anything but stare at each other for a moment before Tom finally caves and lets himself think with his dick.

He opens his mouth, extends his tongue slightly, and waits.

Robert’s eyes are dark, the gorgeous honey-brown devoured by his pupils, and Tom sees him swallow. He does his best to encourage him, to beg without saying a word, but when Robert still hesitates, he slowly drags his hand up to hover between them. Then he lets go of Robert’s wrist. It’s on him now, and he looks very much aware of this fact.

“You sure?” he finally rasps out. Always the gentleman, even when Tom doesn’t want him to be. He nods and sticks out his tongue even more, his eyes almost crossing at he stares at Robert’s thick fingers just inches away from his mouth.

“Have you been thinking about this?” he asks. Tom nods again and shivers as those fingers run the length of his jaw. “Yeah. Me too.”

Without warning he pushes two fingers into Tom’s mouth, dragging them across his tongue and settling them just past the second knuckle. Tom whines and starts to close his lips around them but Robert’s other hand darts up quickly to grab his chin.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts. “Did I say you could do that?”

The blood that rushes immediately downwards nearly makes Tom pass out.

Robert pets his tongue until Tom’s mouth overflows with saliva and it starts dripping down his chin and on to his hoodie.

“Such a messy boy,” Robert says. Tom gurgles out a moan which makes Robert tighten his grip on his jaw. “On your knees.”

Tom drops so fast he feels his knees crack against the marble tile. It hurts but he doesn’t even care. All he can feel is his dick hard against the zipper of his jeans and Robert’s fingers dragging through his hair.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as he lets his fingers slip out of Tom’s mouth.

Tom tries to lean in, close the distance between his mouth and the growing bulge in Robert’s jeans, but he feels those fingers tighten in his hair. He glances up and sees Robert staring down at him with an expression not dissimilar to the one he had months ago on their video call.

“If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word.” Robert’s voice is quiet but steady. “Or pinch me really hard if your mouth is… otherwise occupied.”

Tom shudders at the implications of that.

“I need to hear you say you understand.”

“I do! I… I understand. Want this, want you, everything… anything you want,” Tom says, tripping over his words in his haste to reassure him because he thinks if Robert stops now he might actually cry.

Robert exhales sharply through his nose. “Jesus… fucking… alright. Ok. Get up, follow me.”

Tom scrambles up off the floor and follows Robert as he leads him through into what looks like a den. It’s dimly lit, thick curtains pulled closed on the windows, and the walls are lined with bookshelves. Robert pulls him down on to a plush couch and takes his jaw in his hand again, licking his lips before diving in for a searing kiss, and Tom allows himself to be devoured. He suddenly realizes that this is actually their first kiss, but before he can dwell on it too long Robert pulls back and, as gently as possible, pushes him down to the floor between his knees.

“I hope you’ve been practicing more,” Robert says as he undoes his jeans. “Show me what you can do.”

As soon as the fabric of Robert’s boxers is out of the way, Tom doesn’t hesitate. He’s been waiting for this for months and the sight of that gorgeous cock in front of him makes his mouth water. He takes the head in his mouth without preamble and the low groan that Robert lets out spurs him on to take even more. It’s a bit messy, saliva already dripping out the sides of his mouth, but if the noises Robert is making are any indication, he’s doing a pretty damn good job regardless. He feels those thick fingers curl back into his hair and only has a moment to steel himself before Robert’s hips snap up and he chokes, eyes watering immediately as the thick cock tries to force its way down his throat. He tries to relax but it doesn’t work and he has to pull away, coughing and wiping at his chin.

“S-sorry, let me… I can—”

“Shh, no, you were doing well. I shouldn’t have… couldn’t help myself.”

Fuck, he sounds wrecked already. Pride bubbles up in Tom’s stomach and he dares to look up and offer a small smile, batting his eyelashes just a little.

“Want to keep going,” he says, “please?”

Robert bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before shifting on the couch.

“Come up here, let me… here, just like this.” He pulls Tom up like he weighs nothing, arranges him on the couch so he’s laying on his back with his head hanging off the edge.

“It’s easier like this, sweet thing,” Robert says as he stands over him. “Opens your throat up. Do you trust me?”

“God, yes,” Tom breathes out. He knows he should behave and wait for instructions but he can’t help surging up to lick at the base of Robert’s cock, hanging heavy over his face. It makes him shudder and Tom feels a drop of precome fall on his cheek.

He sees Robert shudder and gets a gentle slap across his face as a reward.

“Brat,” he rasps out before shoving his cock down Tom’s throat.

The angle is so strange and Tom’s eyes widen with panic before he realizes that yeah, it actually is easier like this? Once you get used to the whole upside-down part. He trusts Robert to hold his head as he relaxes his muscles, letting his throat go slack and just accepting every thick inch he gets.

There’s a bitten-out curse as Tom feels his nose press against Robert’s balls.

“Give me—fuck, your hand,” Robert says. He obeys, immediately, and Robert brings it up to wrap around Tom’s own throat. “Can you feel it?”

Tom nearly shoots off right then and there as Robert moves and oh my fucking god yes he can feel it. The thick line of Robert’s cock is stretching his throat out and he gurgles out a moan around it which makes it twitch against his hand.

“Such a pretty little cocksucker,” he grunts. Tom bucks his hips into the air, desperate for friction, Robert’s dirty words turning him on more than he could have ever imagined.

“Look at you… you want to touch yourself, hm?”

Tom can’t answer so he just whines and wiggles his hips again which causes Robert to grunt and jerk forward which in turn causes Tom to choke and gag again. Robert immediately pulls out and pets the side of Tom’s head while he inhales shakily, catching his breath.

“Ok?” he asks, rubbing a thumb along Tom’s swollen bottom lip.

“Yeah… ok.” Tom is shocked by the sound of his own voice, raw and scratchy and thick. Thank fucking god he doesn’t have to work for the next little while. “More?”

Robert chuckles and leans down to kiss along the side of his neck. “Want to see you come with my dick down your throat. Can you do that for me?”

“Fuck… fuck, yeah, yeah I can do that.” He scrabbles at the buttons and zippers on his jeans and shoves them down to mid-thigh along with his boxers. His hoodie is already a mess, covered in his own spit, but he pulls it up his chest anyway. If this also happens to show off his cut abs and pink nipples, well, it’s just a bonus. He hears Robert groan softly and then suddenly his field of vision is eclipsed by a furred stomach as Robert leans over him to kiss at his chest, his hipbones, and fuck, Robert’s mouth is on his dick.

“Ohmygod,” he slurs, digging his nails into the fabric of the couch as an incredibly skilled tongue laves up and down his erection. He can feel the bristle of Robert’s beard on his thighs and it sends electric shivers through his body.

“Tastes so good,” Robert murmurs, licking up one side and then sucking on the head briefly before letting Tom’s cock fall back against his stomach with a loud slap. Tom whimpers – actually whimpers – as Robert pushes himself back upright and he can see the cocky smirk on his face even from this strange angle.

“There, made it nice and wet for you. Go on sweetheart, show me how pretty you look when you come, hm?”

Tom doesn’t have time to answer as Robert slides his cock back into his throat. The sensation of that alone makes his eyes roll back in his head but now that he has permission to touch himself, he doesn’t hesitate. The slickness from Robert’s saliva eases the way for his own hand as he jerks himself off quickly, no patience for finesse or teasing, just pure need racing through his veins. He gets close embarrassingly fast, partly thanks to the steady stream of filth that Robert is muttering above him.

“That’s it, just like that baby, so fucking pretty aren’t you? You like having a nice fat dick down your throat, hm? Yeah, I know you do, look at you, just made for it, fuck, yeah, keep touching yourself, keep jerking that pretty cock sweetheart, make a mess of yourself for me, come on, come on, let me see you…”

It’s relentless and Tom can’t get enough. He doesn’t want it to end, quite frankly, but he’s teetering right on the edge and when Robert simultaneously shoves himself as deep as he can go and squeezes a hand around his throat he jerks violently and comes all over himself. It’s the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had and his body feels like it will never stop convulsing. It’s only when he finally relaxes enough to try to catch his breath that he realizes that he can’t actually breathe at all. Robert is still buried deep in his throat, grinding his hips against his face like Tom is just a warm, wet hole to be used. It sends a brief flutter of panic through him, but it also makes his spent cock twitch against his stomach. Robert is grunting and Tom feels drops of sweat landing on his chest, mixing with the cooling puddles of come. He must be close. He has to be. He needs to be or Tom is going to actually pass out.

He’s just about to raise his hand to pinch Robert’s thigh when he feels a rush of warmth slide down his throat. It’s so deep he can’t even taste it until Robert pulls out and lets the rest drip all over his mouth and face. As Tom gasps for breath Robert maneuvers him into a sitting position and rubs at his back, soothing him as he coughs and sniffles and wipes at the absolute mess on his face with his ruined hoodie. When he finally settles a bit he can hear Robert murmuring to him.

“Such a good boy… such a good boy, sweetheart, you did so well, that’s it, deep breaths…”

Tom sniffles again and blinks up at Robert’s face. He smiles softly.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Feeling ok?”

Tom nods. His throat is killing him but he doesn’t want to make Robert feel bad about it. Plus, he asked for it and he doesn’t know if it makes him a little fucked up in the head for liking it.

“I… I want…”

“Shh, don’t try to talk now. Let me get you some water. You…” Robert pauses. He leans in and kisses Tom’s forehead almost chastely. “You were incredible. Just sit. Let me take care of you.”

Tom smiles again and nestles into the crook of Robert’s neck, sated and content.

#rom howney #marvel rpf #nff #tbpwrites

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stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light · 3 years

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Who Am I Really?

(Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Iron was all he could taste, as he hugged his arms close to his chest. The white snow that speckled the forest floor contrasted greatly with his newly acquired ash-grey skin. He could feel blood crusting under his fingernails, he could feel the sting of the cold snow underneath his bare feet as he walked. Whatever they did to him, he was no longer human that much was clear, his feet turned more animal-like and had ripped through his old shoes. If he was being honest with himself he knew that from the moment he awoke and could still see that he was no longer human.

Jack Nichols shivered as he caressed the hollow sockets where his eyes should’ve been. They were dripping with the black tar that was mercilessly poured in there by Jenny and her cult.

‘That absolute fucking bitch.’ He thought, and an animal-like snarl tore through his throat. He could feel the stretching and popping of his jaw as he ground his teeth together. Killing her and her stupid friends was therapeutic to him, remembering the taste of their blood as it filled his mouth when he tore out their throats made him feel euphoric. Pausing his steps only for a brief moment he let those memories of eating their flesh and organs consume him, it only served to make his mouth water.

What was wrong with him? Why did that memory, which happened only hours ago, make him so god damn hungry? What exactly had they done to him, as much as he tried not to dwell on that thought the hunger that ate away at him even after the slaughter was almost too much to handle. All Jack wanted when he woke up this morning was to go on a date with a cute girl, get a little drunk, and maybe get lucky (though realistically that was just wishful thinking). The true college experience one might say, even for a med student. Especially with a schedule as busy as his...that was as busy as his. He knew he should’ve just stuck to focusing on school and studying his brain out, god why did he have to listen to his friends as they urged him on the date.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

This. This was clearly the worst possible outcome.

What he really couldn’t believe, however, was that he allowed one of the cultists to get a hit on him, and a bad one at that. Turning his head to glance down at the tear in his thigh, it was a deep gash that desperately needed to get medical attention and fast. The only problem the former medical student faced was that whatever was pouring out of his leg wasn’t blood. It was a deep black ooze that stained the white snow that littered the forest floor. In fact, Jack wasn’t even sure if normal medical supplies would even heal his wound. Jack grit his teeth trudging onwards into the forest, a faint buzzing reverberated around in his skull like flies buzzing around a corpse that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He placed his hand against a tree the world spinning around him. Whatever the blood-like substance that was pouring out of his leg was, he was losing it fast. Jack heard the crunching of snow in front of him and a small gasp. It took most of his strength but he picked his head up and snarled. Jack bared his teeth and tried to make himself look as dangerous as possible, he felt like a wild animal that was cornered by the hunter. There was a girl in front of him, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was stuffed under a furry winter hat. She took a few steps back, her brown snow boots making giant footprints in her wake. He could hear the blood flowing through this girl’s veins, as her anxiety levels seemed to spike. The anxiety caused her heartbeat to quicken drastically, hearing the sound only served to increase Jack’s seemingly ceaseless hunger. Jack tried to take another step towards her, flexing the sharp nails on his hands but collapsed under his own weight, his fucking leg. He really couldn’t catch a break, could he?

“What are you?” The girl’s voice held a slight quiver to it and Jack could feel her sharp eyes burning holes into his body. He watched as she hesitantly took a step closer, her (f/c) parka standing out against the muted colors of the forest.

“I don’t know.” He responded with a raspy breath, she smelled divine but he had no strength to attack. Something in his bones told him that he was beyond human, something so much more, a god perhaps? What a silly thought that he couldn’t shake away. Through his quickly blurring vision, he swore he could make out a pair of fancy dress shoes a little bit behind the girl. He saw the girl drop to her knees and cover her ears, his vision went black and the sound of static accompanied the darkness.

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Jack was expecting to be dead. He expected to be accompanied by beautiful white light, maybe an angel or something. However, it caught him very off guard when he suddenly awoke in a rather plush bed. He threw the plaid covers off himself unceremoniously and moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed. The baby god never got far because he let out a howl of pain as a sharp sensation traveled up his thigh. Shit right, his entire upper thigh was practically ripped open. He forgot all about that, glancing down at his wound he noticed it was wrapped tightly in medical bandages and he assumed it was stitched up underneath the dressings. Whoever fixed the wound seemed to have done at least a semi-decent job, at least he wasn’t dead. Sniffing the air with his newly acquired sense of smell he could make out the distinct smell of humans and...was that lavender?

Jack felt his stomach growl and he doubled over clutching it. They smelled delicious. He could practically hear their organs singing out to him, rip open the human, steal us, devour us.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door opening, in the middle of the doorway stood the exact girl he’d seen in the forest. Immediately going on the defense he bared his teeth opening his jaw as wide as he could, he heard the popping sound of his jaw as it extended, he felt something swirl around in his mouth. He felt a chill run down his spine at the unwelcomed sensation.

Did he have more than one tongue?

Shaking the thought away Jack didn’t move to attack, he was never the type. He would always rather listen to rationality before getting his hands dirty, the only issue was he was starving and the girl would absolutely make a fine meal.

“Don’t try demon.” The girl scoffed eyeing Jack up and down, if he was still his old college self he would’ve gotten flustered at the gesture. A girl showing him attention? Unheard of back them. However, after Jenny, he was almost positive he’d never let that happen again. His sockets looked down at what the girl held in her hands, it was a plate, a plate that had kidneys on top of it. He was only mildly aware of the fact that he was drooling all over himself. “Oh gross.” She scrunched up her nose placing the organs on the bottom of the bed.

Without hesitation, Jack attacked the cold meat shoving it in his mouth with vigor. He knew blood was all over his face and hands but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Jack knew the girl’s calculated eyes were watching his every move, even so, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure as the food slid down his throat. Once the meal was finished and Jack was satisfied he finally felt he had enough strength to start asking questions.

“Who are you?” He rasped, whipping his mouth with the back of what was left of his sleeve.

“Really? You’re asking ME that question.”

“I’m not a fan of your attitude.”

“I’m not a fan of you bleeding out on my property.”

Jack growled low and guttural.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” The girl had the audacity to laugh in his face was she not aware of what he was capable of now?

“Nice try but I’m not scared of you. You’re not allowed to hurt me as long as you’re under my care.” She pointed to herself with her thumb, puffing out her chest a little however he could hear her pulse increase just the slightest bit.

Jack only scowled.

“What pray tell is exactly stopping me?” He raised an eyebrow watching carefully as the girl lifted up her sleeve to her sweater. Scared into her wrist was a symbol that Jack had never seen before in his life, but for some unknown reason, he felt dread wash over him. Carved into her wrist was an O with an X slashed through it. “What’s that supposed to prove exactly? That you’re into weird tattoos?”

The (h/c)-ette let out a loud sigh like this conversation was boring her. Oh he’s sorry it’s not his fault he was turned into a fucking organ-eating monster by a cult at his local college! If he still had his eyes they would be rolling so far back into his skull, yet he still waited for the girl to explain.

“My name is (y/n), I’m a medical proxy under The Operator. Currently one of the only ones he has left because we keep getting killed off by rogue killers.” The girl, (y/n), clicked her tongue in clear distaste at the mention of said killers. “Since I’m under The Operator it means if you kill me, he’ll kill you, that’s the deal Jacky boy.” That put him on high alert.

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

“You’re certainly full of questions for someone just waking up out of a coma. If you must know The Operator gave me a brief rundown of your file after we found you in the woods.” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest “It’s your lucky day because you just got hired to work for him.” She gave him a round of applause, but it sounded more mocking than serious and he only grew more confused.

“This doesn't make any sense to me. I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m sure it isn’t. It’ll all be explained in due time. For now, all you have to focus on is getting better so you can begin your training. Lucky for you, I’m your registered nurse and caregiver, so enjoy your stay at castle de la (Y/n). Trust me when I say you should value your time here while you still have it.” A thousand more questions ran through Jack’s mind and his little question and answer session with his self-proclaimed nurse didn’t really help.

“So you’re a med student then?” She made a noise of affirmation picking at the strings of her sweater.

“Was a med student Jack, that pretty much came to a screeching halt after I was scouted by the boss man. That, however,” He watched as (Y/n) put a hand to her lips signaling him to stop asking questions, “Is a story for another day. The first order of business now that you’ve eaten is a shower. Cause no offense but you smell like dried blood, and coming from me that’s saying something cause I smell blood all the time.”

Jack still didn’t trust this stranger fully and it got under his skin that she seemed to know everything about him and he knew next to nothing about her. Yet, a shower did seem nice at this moment, he glanced down at his hands and noticed his nails were caked with dry blood. He could only imagine what every other part of his body looked like, (y/n) clearly didn’t bother cleaning him up aside from dressing his wounds.

“A shower sounds good.” Jack nodded in confirmation and the girl gave a relieved smile.

“Oh thank God you agreed, it took me a week of convincing to get Jeff to go take his first shower.” Jack decided it was best not to ask who Jeff was deciding that that was a can of worms he shouldn’t open just yet. She reached out to touch him and he immediately recoiled back almost biting her handoff, the smile that appeared disappeared into a frown.

“Don’t touch me.” Memories of Jenny’s friends holding him down while he pleaded for his life flashed across his mind. The blade coming closer and closer to Jack’s crystal blue eyes before making contact and-

“Alright, cannibal boy snap out of it. Can’t have you succumbing to blood lust just yet. You don’t wanna injure yourself more.” (Y/n) snapped her fingers next to his ears and he couldn’t help but feel a little grateful that she snapped him out of his stupor. “I was going to help you to the bathroom because you really shouldn’t put pressure on your leg. Is that okay?”

Jack felt himself nodding reluctantly. She was right, he really shouldn’t put stress on his leg or it could cause more harm than good. Especially since he didn’t know the extent of the injury yet, for all he knew he was lucky they didn’t hit the femoral artery. Her arms went around his waist as the god and the human girl hobbled to the bathroom together. On the short walk there Jack was trying to get a feel of the house, in case he needed to make a grand escape in the future.

“I’ll put some fresh clothes outside the door for you, call for me when you’re done so I can help you back to the bedroom.” (Y/n) explained as Jack hobbled into the bathroom, he didn’t feel the need to respond to her as he shut the door in her face. He heard a faint click of a tongue from the other side of the door and listened to the girls retreating footsteps.

Jack leaned against the sink putting most of his weight on his hands. The sink creaked at the newfound pressure and Jack wasn’t sure it was because it was an old house or because he had newfound strength. He glanced up at the mirror, it was weird somewhat seeing when you had absolutely no eyes. It was the first time since the incident he got a good look at himself, he looked about as good as he felt.

Terrible.

His auburn hair curled around his now pointed ears and was caked in mud and dirt. He was almost grateful that (y/n) didn’t touch him aside from the wound while he was unconscious, Jack couldn’t imagine what he might’ve done if he felt anyone go near his face. Speaking of his face, he opened his mouth and saw his teeth were shaved into razor-sharp fangs. His stomach turned as he remembered the exact reason why they were like that, organs. They were like that so he could eat organs. The thought wasn’t nearly as nauseating as it should’ve been.

His skin was unnatural and sickly grey color, as he lifted up his shirt the color seemed to spread all the way down his body. He glanced down at his hands and saw his nails were long and black, almost like those girls who wore acrylics, except he was sure their nails couldn’t rip into people's chests with a single swipe. Continuing down his body he lifted up one of his padded feet, he was correct in his assumption from earlier. They were much more animal-like, he wondered if they made him faster, what purpose could they possibly serve other than that?

Gently letting his footfall back down on the floor he shuffled to the shower and turned it on, the water sprayed out in a burst and he patiently waited for it to heat up. Eventually, he was able to step inside, not before knocking his head not only against the curtain rod but also on the showerhead.

“Fuck!” He snarled glaring down at the showerhead. Jack did a little double-take, okay he was also super tall, at least he got one blessing out of whatever the fuck was happening. Jack had to kneel on the ground in order to let the water roll down his body, with a deep breath he enjoyed the warm water pelting his skin. He fumbled around with the shampoo trying to figure out how to open it without popping a hole in the container. As the lid popped open he was hit with the calming scent of lavender.

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“We’ll send someone to come back and check on him in about a month give or take, see how he’s adjusting and healing.” A figure spoke from the kitchen shaking a cigarette into an ashtray, as (y/n) stood across from him. The man ran a hand through his messy brown hair “Then we’ll reassess him, give him a test and see if he’s fit to come to the mansion.” Meanwhile, the girl heaved a sigh of her own and leaned against the cool tiles of her kitchen wall.

“So it’s gonna be my responsibility to explain everything that’s happening to him? Isn’t that supposed to be your job Tim?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow “You realize he’s, like, almost seven feet tall, has no eyes and eats organs right? I’m not even sure WHAT he is.” She muttered, “The rundown I got really only gave me his background and his clear trauma.”

Tim clicked his tongue like the girl in front of him was wasting his time, it made her ball up her fists subconsciously.

God, the main proxies really got on her fucking nerves sometimes.

“You won’t have to worry about that, The Operator will handle all of that throughout the coming weeks. No need to worry. You also don’t need to worry about harvesting organs for him, and hopefully, once he’s healed he’ll work on doing that himself. But for now, someone on a kill close by will be dropping off organs.” Tim’s nose scrunched up a little and the (h/c)-nette’s did the same, she normally prided herself on her strong stomach, but this was a lot even for her. “The only thing you have to do is monitor his eating, see how much he will need on a weekly basis, and obviously keep him alive.”

“Obviously.” They both seemed to have a mutual understanding about that at least, she fucks up and he dies they’re both in deep shit with The Operator. Tim reached to the side where his porcelain mask sat against the countertop.

“Don’t fuck it up.” He pointed to her before slipping out the door leaving the women alone with an organ-eating monster. (Y/n) mimicked ‘don’t fuck it up' in a nasal voice before kicking off the wall and heading back in the direction of her guest's room, she pulled out a pair of crutches from the closet and rested them by the bedside. She gently scratched at the faintly buzzing symbol on her wrist, this is going to be a long month.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 29

First

Chat was still reeling from the bombshell that was ‘everyone apparently knows about his family life’ when Master Fu had told them that he probably knew Hawkmoth… and then, because apparently the universe wasn’t done with him, Master Fu had told them that he had personally chosen Hawkmoth.

Master Fu sighed as he looked over all their faces and then motioned for them to sit down. They did so without question or complaint, though it was mostly because everyone was in shock and on autopilot.

He leaned heavily against his cane.

“You all know the way the story started. About thirty years ago, a woman calling herself Paon started terrorizing Paris with what she called Sentimonsters using the peacock miraculous.”

Of course they knew the story. They had only been alive for a little more than half of it, but that didn’t mean they didn’t remember the giant Sentimonsters wreaking havoc every day. Those kinds of memories stick with you.

“To counter her, a man called Pieris, with powers that varied by the battle, rose to counteract her.”

They all nodded. They were beginning to piece together who Hawkmoth was, they weren’t stupid, but… one thing didn’t make sense:

“But Pieris would have been an akuma, not Hawkmoth,” said Rena, frowning.

“Who says Hawkmoth can’t akumatize himself?” Said Master Fu quietly. He sighed again, looking even older than usual. “Anyways, you all know that it took about twenty years for him to defeat her.”

They all nodded again. Chat hadn’t been allowed out, but he remembered all of the parties and celebrations when it had been announced that Paon’s reign of terror was over.

(Not that he’d wanted to be let out at the time. His mother had just died, going out and having fun had felt wrong. How could he be happy when his mother would never be able to do so again?)

“But… it turned out that the man that I had chosen to be Pieris was Paon’s husband. When he found out what he had done to his wife, he was overcome with grief. His miraculous corrupted him.”

Beside him, Rena clenched her fists. “So… did you choose Paon, too? Is this just our fate? One day we’ll just go evil and there’s nothing --?”

“No,” Master Fu cut her off. “Paon… it was passed through her family. Sometimes the person would use it for good, other times bad, but no matter what they passed it on once the eldest child became an adult.”

Rena relaxed, but only slightly.

Chat couldn’t find it in himself to do the same.

He turned and buried his face in Rena’s shoulder, unsure what to do. There was no way...

Right?

Chat bit his lip.

His parents had always been very busy and a little bit distant, though he had just attributed that to their jobs. Then there was the fact that his mother’s death coincided with the day that Paon had last been seen. When Paon and Pieris had disappeared his father had been more present, and when Hawkmoth had appeared his father had suddenly had a heavy workload again...

But that could be explained away, he thought. The death could be an unlucky coincidence, and who wants to do extra work when their wife has just died? And then who’s to say that his father couldn’t get back into work again by the time Hawkmoth had appeared? No, that could make sense.

His father HAD been really interested in his ring, though --.

No.

Gabriel Agreste COULDN’T be Hawkmoth. Chat didn’t have any proof of it, but he knew it to be true. Sure, the man was distant, but that didn’t mean he was evil. After all, Chat still had memories of his father sitting him on his lap and letting him color a design he’d made. He could still remember all the times his father had shifted aside in bed so he could cuddle after a nightmare. How could a man like that be evil?

How could a man like that knowingly endanger his son every day?

No. There were other people.

Sure, there were only a few people he could consider himself close to, but that didn’t mean he never talked to anyone outside of his family, servants, Kagami, and Chloe. As an Agreste, he’d attended many different balls and galas and even business meetings to represent his family, he was acquainted with plenty other rich people.

Yeah. There were other options. He was just jumping to conclusions because of the Traitor Scare a few days beforehand. Yeah. It was someone else. It had to be.

Rena had been the one to escort Master Fu home. Maybe it was to question him further, they didn’t know. They were all pretty sure they didn’t want to ask, though, because she came home looking even more dejected than before.

When she got back she took a seat on the table. Chat had perched himself in the window. Chloe had laid across the couch, legs in Ladybug’s lap. Carapace had slung himself across the armchair.

Despite the disparity in their positions, however, all their faces had the same contemplative look.

Rena was the first one to speak: “Fuck that guy, am I right?”

Ladybug laughed a little, though it sounded forced. “Yeah. All I’m getting is that the bitch didn’t use to have child heroes.”

There was a beat, and then Carapace sat up suddenly. “Wait a minute, you’re right! Pieris was an adult!”

“It’s probably because kids are easier to manipulate,” said Chloe quietly. All eyes fell on her. “Think about it. Chat, Ladybug, and Carapace never really defend themselves -- Carapace defends other people, sure, but he wasn’t close enough to any of us to bother before. Rena and I both started out practically worshiping at least one of you guys. For one reason or another, we were all pretty easy to manage.”

The silence that followed the statement was deafening.

The longer they stewed in it the angrier they got and the luckier they were that Hawkmoth had already used up his akumitization of the day.

“Can’t believe that he did this to stop me from retiring -- actually, no, I can believe it,” muttered Carapace. “I shouldn’t have told him I was thinking about leaving for college. Should’ve just applied, made a public statement, and then dropped the bracelet on his doorstep… damn him...”

Rena laughed bitterly. “‘Damn him’ is right. Really, though, I should’ve known he was fucked from the start. Who the hell goes up to someone and says ‘I have been looking for a person like you for a while now’?”

“You punched him, right?” Said Chloe with a frown.

“Obviously. I punched him and ran. Went the wrong way, though, and ended up cornered in an alley.”

“You definitely should’ve been wary of him after that one,” agreed Ladybug. “If he had done that to me I wouldn’t have trusted anything he tried to put on my neck even if I saw a God coming out of it... maybe I would’ve trusted him less if that happened, actually.”

“Things have gone downhill since I was recruited, apparently.” Chat said with a weak grin, and Ladybug nodded her agreement. “I had to save him from getting run over. Which was stupid, might I add. What if I hadn’t looked up in time? Did he have a backup plan or was he just going to let himself get hit if I didn’t notice?”

“Wait, go back. You had to save him from a car?” Said Chloe. “I had to pick up his cane for him! Where was my super cool trial?”

“I think I can answer both of you guys’ questions…”

Everyone looked at Carapace, but he was determinedly looking at his phone.

“Well, for one, no, he did not have a backup plan.”

Rena’s hand flew to her mouth. “You let him get hit?!”

Carapace winced. “Okay, wait, hold up. I did not ‘let him get hit’. I just… didn’t notice that he was in danger until he was hit, there’s a difference.”

Ladybug and Chat looked at each other and their eyes widened as they realized something at the same time.

“Oh my kwami, are you the reason he has to use a cane?”

He didn’t seem to hear this, apparently very interested in something on his phone.

“Are you the reason he has to use a cane?” Chat repeated.

Still nothing.

“Carapace… Carapace… please tell me you’re not the reason,” said Ladybug. Her voice wobbled with either laughter or tears, Chat wasn’t sure.

Apparently their friend had gone deaf without them noticing.

Chloe’s eyes were alight with what was definitely laughter. “Your first day was even worse than mine!”

“PLEASE,” said the no longer deaf Carapace. He briefly set his phone down to count off on his fingers: “Let’s see… revealed your identity, covered half the city with honey, nearly crashed a train, got akumatized --.”

He never got to finish, because Chloe had thrown herself at him and started trying to smother him with a pillow.

“That’s a throw pillow, Chlo, you’re supposed to throw them,” supplied Rena.

He tried to yell something through the pillow, probably ‘traitor’, but it sounded like “Huhu!”

Chat smiled and walked over to Carapace’s fallen phone and started recording.

There was no context for the video that showed up on Carapace’s account that night.

All the people of Paris got was a video of Chloe and Carapace rolling around on the floor, laughing as they took part in what was essentially a pillow fight at that point.

Rena was in the background. She was goading them on, yelling encouragement for whoever she wanted and switching sides at the drop of a hat.

Ladybug was also there, her lips pressed together thinly in an attempt to hide a smile as she made eye contact with the camera and gave an eyeroll.

Chat’s laughter, which had been a soft but constant sound throughout the video, picked up briefly at the eyeroll.

The video cut.

Despite his exhaustion, he hadn’t been able to sleep. So, at four in the morning, he shuffled downstairs with a blanket wrapped around himself.

He started towards the kitchen for something to eat, only to stop cold when he heard a quiet scraping sound from inside.

The lights were still off in the kitchen… and everyone should have been asleep or out on patrols...

Many thoughts ran through his head. Hawkmoth could be back. Robbers could be in the house.

He pulled out his phone and transformed. If it was people robbing the place he’d need proof for the police, and if it was Hawkmoth Rena would kill him if he didn’t get a picture (if Hawkmoth didn’t kill him first, of course).

He started recording and then walked to the door, flicking the light on.

Ladybug was sitting on the counter in a Totoro onesie, eating mac and cheese straight from the pot.

He relaxed and let his phone arm fall limply to his side. “Oh, it’s just you.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I was hungry.”

“I can see that.” He realized something as she pulled more food to her mouth and he squinted just to make sure. “Is that… is that brown?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Put coffee in it.”

He was tempted to try and clean out his ears, because there was no way she should have been able to say that so nonchalantly.

“WHY?!”

“Wanted to see if it tasted better.”

He stared at her, trying to gauge if she was messing with him… and then, because he simply had to know, he asked: “And… and does it?”

She looked down at the abomination she had created sadly.

“No.”

~~~

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starktonyx · 4 years

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Christmas present (Tom Holland x reader) - smut!

Word count: 2.8k

Description: Christmas sex with your husband Tom on the floor right next to the christmas tree.

Warnings: Pretty much smut in all of it’s glory, just a little dominant Tom.

Note: Is it too late for a christmas imagine? Watch me still post this! I really wanted to write something smutty and holiday-related, so I hope you enjoy this. Merry christmas ya’ filthy animals!

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Christmas has always been a wonderful holiday for you, especially since now you got to celebrate it not only with Tom, but with your beautiful twins. This was your third christmas with them, and each time you tried to make it more magical for the kids. The presents part played a huge role, although you didn't want to spoil them of course, but what kid doesn't get happy opening Santa's gifts on christmas morning? That happiness always filled your hearts with joy, so it was your duty as parents to make them believe for as long as possible that a magical creature was giving them stuff for being on the 'nice list'.

Of course they were stubborn and you had caught them before trying to sneak on the middle of the night to find Santa, which is why this year Tom had to take them to bed and stay with them until they fell asleep, so you could put the presents under the tree without them seeing anything until the actual christmas morning.

"Are you done now?" A voice behind you broke the silence startling you, making you slightly jump and almost throw the wrapped present in your hand.

You turned around and calmed yourself down when you saw your husband laughing at your reaction as he entered the living room. The fireplace and the dim lights of the christmas tree were the only things that illuminated the dark space.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me. I thought the boys had caught me" You said, putting a hand on your chest to feel your increased heartbeat slowing down.

"You know I love it when you call me pet names darling, but I'm not really feeling the 'Jesus Christ'" He joked, feigning disgust with a scrunched nose.

You rolled your eyes at him and tried your hardest to keep yourself from smiling at his sassy comment and adorable face, turning around and bending down to finally put the last present under the tree. As you got up from your position you felt his thick arms wrap your body from behind, placing his head on your shoulder. The christmas hat you all wore for the family photo was still in his head as well as yours, the fluffy fabric tingling your neck.

"The kids are sleep now, are you done yet?" He asked once again, trying not to sound so desperate. You shook your head, but before you could reply his lips lightly brushed your ear. "I still have to give you my christmas present" He whispered in a husky voice, and you didn't even need to turn around to know there was a smirk plastered on his face.

You felt goosebumps travel through your arms for a second, when Tom got in the mood to seduce you the little fucker was an expert in it, he knew he only needed a few words in the right tone to have you in the palm of his hand.

And this time was no exception.

"We just need to eat the cookies they left for Santa" You finally replied, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible, although Tom didn't need to hear your voice quiver to know you were already melting under him.

"Such a shame love, I was thinking about eating something else" He said, his british accent always made everything sound sexier.

For a second you both felt grateful you were wearing an off shoulder dress, because it gave him the perfect access to kiss your neck. He began leaving a trace of wet kisses all the way from the crook of your neck to your shoulder, making sure he sucked on all the right spots to leave some barely noticeable marks.

But he knew damn well they were there.

"Fuck, Tom" You couldn't help the little moan that escaped your mouth, and you felt his body vibrate behind you when stopped his kisses to chuckle at you.

Four years of marriage and he would never get tired of the way he made you moan.

He continued kissing your neck as he trailed his hands down your back to unzip your dress, you felt a cold wave of air hit you for a second when the fabric fell on the floor, although you found warmth immediately when he wrapped his arms around you once again, this time leaving kisses further down your back.

"God, you're so gorgeous" His husky voice and his kisses were enough to make your breathing louder and more desperate, something Tom loved and couldn't help to smirk at.

Since he was having way too much fun at the way you reacted under his touch, you decided to play a little with him and wiggled your ass on his already growing crotch. You heard him suck in a breath as his cock twitched under his pants against your hard ass.

"What love? Do you like it when I do that?" You innocently asked, moving your ass again but your hips were soon stopped when he placed his firm hands on them.

"Oh darling, you're such a naughty naughty girl" He shook his head in disapproval, turning you around to face him in a quick movement, his left hand was resting on your cheek now and his other hand was placed in your waist to keep you in place. "Naughty girls don't get presents, do they baby?"

Even though the room was barely illuminated you could still see the playful lust glistening in his eyes, and the way he bit his bottom lip while he ran his eyes through your whole body, now only covered by some sexy underwear you had for the occasion, was sending you through the edge.

"I can assure you honey, I've been a good girl" You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, placing your hand on top of his to give it a light peck. "Will you reward me for being good?" You smirked at him "Please?"

You brought your hand to his crotch to gently squeeze it, and the way his body tensed up by your action was hard to miss. Tom had to chuckle once again as he licked his bottom lip, every time he seemed to have taken control over the situation you managed to turn the roles around.

But he always knew how to take back control.

"First you're gonna have to prove me that you're a good girl, and then you can have your reward" He said before taking your hand from his crotch so he could walk a step back. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his muscles pop up under his shirt. "On your knees, now" He ordered and you couldn't help the way your heart began beating faster at his bossiness.

You immediately complied knowing exactly what you had to do, and wasted no time in moving your hands to his belt to unbuckle it and quickly take down his pants, his very noticeable erection was left only covered by his underwear.

"Someone's eager" He teased at the way you quickly removed his clothes and you could only laugh, because you knew damn well he was eager too.

You put your hands on the elastic of the boxer, playing with it for a few seconds before finally pulling them down, Tom's hard dick hit his abdomen as soon as it was freed from the fabric. You took a firm grip on it admiring the view, and almost missed the way he softly squirmed under your touch, you looked at him straight in the eyes before defending your eagerness.

"Pardon me darling, I was also thinking about eating something else the whole night" You winked at him referencing what he had said before, and with that said you finally put his hard cock in your mouth.

"Fuck darling" He let out a breath he was holding, and now he was the one melting under your touch.

You began slowly sucking his swollen pink tip, running your tongue up and down half his length while one of your hands pumped the other half. You kept your eyes focused on him, as you knew how much Tom loved eye contact while you sucked his dick.

"Oh baby" Tom had to control his moans from being too loud as your mouth wrapped around his member, almost swallowing his whole length. "D-don't stop honey" His once bossy voice was becoming quite submissive now, you loved the power you had over him.

Tom had always adored the view of you sucking his cock on your knees, this time in particular was driving him crazy, considering your red lipstick perfectly matched the christmas hat still on your head.

"Look at you, such a good girl ... always taking me so easy" He praised, as he moved his hands to the back of your bra to unclasp it and throw it away, giving him a perfect view of your boobs.

You smirked and stopped sucking for a moment, his dick leaving your mouth with a loud 'pop' as you held it with your hand.

"I told you I could be good, love" You said, slightly wiggling your boobs at him from your kneeling position "Now why don't you prove me how good you are and show me those pretty abs of yours" You said, dropping his member to unbutton his shirt, yet he stopped your hands before you even did anything.

"I'll take care of that, you continue what you're doing darling" He ordered once again, and you had to ignore the way your pussy got wetter at his words.

You just nodded and put his cock back in your mouth, the member was so hard one might've thought it physically hurt him, when in fact he was enjoying every bit of it.

He was quick to unbutton his shirt and take it off, the only fabric now on your bodies were the christmas hats on your heads and the pair of panties you still had on. You admired his chiseled body as you kept savoring every bit of his cock, loving too much the way it traveled down your mouth.

Tom admired the view from his position as he tried his hardest not to moan out loud, your swollen lips had the red lipstick smudged around your mouth and on his cock, and your tits occasionally bounced with your movements.

Tom put his hands behind your head to try to push it deeper on his member but he found it easier to begin thrusting in and out of your mouth, making you gag a little bit when it hit the back of your throat but he knew you didn't mind. In fact, he was sure your panties were probably drenched in the juices of your dripping pussy.

And yes, he was damn right.

Tom began grunting and throwing his head back in pleasure as it became harder to keep his composure, and he knew it wouldn't be long until he drowned you in his cum. To him, there's nothing he loves more than coming in your mouth and admiring the way you swallow everything, but in this exact moment he still wanted to fuck your brains out in that cute little hat.

He thought about taking you to bedroom to finish your session there, but the bed seemed to be too far now, and fucking you next to the christmas tree was a fantasy he had been dreaming about the whole season.

So he couldn't come just yet. At least not until he had his cock inside you.

He suddenly pulled back from your mouth and you yelped when you felt the cold floor under you as he laid you down right next to the tree. You didn't even have time to process anything before he spread your legs around him and moved your panties to side, thrusting into your wet pussy without a single warning.

"Oh fuck, yes Tom yes" You took no time to moan his name and throw your head back, and Tom had to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming his name out and waking up the kids.

"Shh Y/n, remember you have to be a good girl. You don't wanna get caught, do you?" He teasingly asked as he harshly pounded into you, and you shook your head. "Fuck how I love this pussy, always wet for me" He continued in a low voice, loving the way his cock buried between your wet folds.

Harsh breaths and panting filled the room, along with the sound of your skin clashing together. Tom was clenching his jaw to keep his grunts minimal, from how tight your walls clenched around him to the way your boobs bounced under him he was having a hard time containing his moans.

"Shit darling, you feel so good" He panted, putting his hands on your waist to help him slam into you harder.

"Oh right there baby, don't stop" You moaned, he was stretching your walls just right.

You also knew you shouldn't be too loud, even when his dick filled you so good it made you want to let the entire neighborhood know you were his and only his. You looked at the ceiling, and smiled when you realized you were fucking right under the mistletoe you had put up that morning, Tom followed your gaze and smirked too when he saw the hanging plant.

"Mistletoe means kiss" He announced like a little child smiling, before lowering his body for his lips to meet yours.

He put a hand on your left side for support while the other cupped your cheek, his tongue already dancing with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper and your legs around his torso, moaning into the passionate kiss when he began hitting that spot. His thrusts began getting sloppier, you knew he was close, but so were you.

Moments like these were the ones you were most grateful for, passionately making love under a mistletoe with your husband, only wearing christmas hats because you felt like it. Your sweaty bodies were only illuminated by the lights on the tree yet they were enough to even see Tom's tiny freckles.

The moment was just perfect.

"I'm so close baby" You moaned out on his lips, feeling the pleasure building up and running through your body. "H-harder please" You begged as you needed him to be just a little rougher, covering your own mouth when he complied and harshly slammed into you.

"Fuck darling, you drive me crazy" He grunted as he picked up the pace, he felt how your pussy contracted around him signaling you were indeed close. "Come for me baby girl, I'm right behind you" He felt his member starting to twitch inside your pussy, begging for a much needed release.

"Shit shit Tom– I'm ..." You couldn't finish your sentence as your body finally released the tension, a wave of pleasure invaded your whole body as your legs shook on his sides. You couldn't catch your breath for a second, as the orgasm left you as a panting mess on the floor.

"Fuck, darling" Tom wasn't so far behind, he grunted one last time before pounding into you a few more times until he couldn't hold on anymore.

Tom didn't know what got to him, but he took his dick out of you as soon as you came and pumped it a few times on your body, coming all over your stomach. You felt the warm liquid fall on your still shaking body as you rode out your high, smirking when you saw Tom's flustered face as he spread his load on you.

He looked so cute coming with that christmas hat.

And you looked so hot all sweaty and covered in his cum.

He finally laid down beside you, his panting matching yours, the exhaustion from your previous activities finally catching up on you. You took the christmas hat off your head to clean the salty substance from your body, throwing it to the side when you were finally dry.

You rolled to your side to cuddle him and placed your head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat under you as he played gently with your hair.

"I told you I was a good girl, although I can be naughty when I want to" You whispered, his chest vibrating as he laughed.

"A good girl? Honey you're the best" He affirmed before softly kissing your forehead, he couldn't help the smile on his face. "Merry Christmas darling"

"Merry Christmas baby" You whispered, smiling back at him and leaving a light peck on his chest.

"Now let's eat those cookies and go to bed before those little earthquakes find out Santa's not real" He laughed, grabbing a blanket from the couch beside you to cover your bodies, but before you could stand up, you noticed two little boys standing with their mouths wide open in the entrance of the living room.

"Santa is not what?"

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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Innocents don’t shed blood...

A Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader requested by the sweet @redrosewritingsstuff.

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

Hidden in a French forest, the Basterds tried to have some rest after their last successful raid against a German patrol.

While Omar and Hirschberg took a well-deserved nap, Wicki checked on his rifle, whereas Andy, Simon, Smitty, and Michael were playing cards.

As for Hugo, he sat on a rock while (Y/N) strapped a bandage around his hand.

(Y/N), the "Angel," as the Basterds nicknamed her because of her soft and caring personality. Even Hugo is more relaxed around her. After all, she was the only member of the team who did not kill any Nazis because she did not have to pay the "scalp debt" to Aldo.

She was like a ray of sunshine for those men, and especially for Donny Donowitz, who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, the lady felt the same.

Speaking of the latter, he glanced at (Y/N) with adoring eyes, watching every gesture of her delicate hands. A few seconds later, she finished her job:

"Here you are, Hugo! Next time, be careful with your knife!"

"I'll try to remember. Danke, Engelsschwester (Angel Nurse) (Y/N)." replied the soldier with a sly smile.

"You're welcome." answered the girl with a warming smile.

That same smile made Donny falling head over heels for her when they first met.His lieutenant, who watched the whole scene with amusement, decided to wake up his Sargent from his daydreaming.

"C'mon, Don, stop staring at your girl as if she was ice cream!" snickered Aldo.

Blushing, the Bear Jew muttered some Bostonian curses under his breath, while the other Basterds laughed at him.

However, Aldo did not expect the response from the young woman:

"So, Donny is looking at me like I'm ice cream? Well, that proves I'm so delicious!"

Utivich and Zimmerman howled with laughter, while Donny smiled proudly: his angel was the best!

Aldo chuckled:

"Ya gotta the point, girl!"

"Thanks, sir!"

Two hours later, Aldo got up and said:

"OK, guys, I've just finished doing the inventory of our supplies. I can't say we're running out, but if we don't buy supplies quickly, we'll be in trouble!"

"That much ?" Wicki asked.

"Bsolutely. That's why we have to go to the nearest village to do some shopping."

He walked over to Hirschberg and Omar, who were sleeping soundly, and ordered in a loud voice:

"Get up, ya lazybones!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" the two men stammered.

"It happens that we have to restock, or you won't have dinner tonight! Come on, get up, and hurry!"

"Go without me: it will give me time to do some tidying up." suggested (Y / N)

At these words, Donny frowned.

"I'd rather you come with us (Y / N). I'm not comfortable leaving you all alone!"

"But hey, what do you want to happen to her? There's no one passing through here!" protested Hirschberg.

"I'm worried about her safety, damn it!" yelled the Bear Jew.

The young nurse ran her thin hand over her lover's cheek, which instantly calmed him.

"It's fine, Donny. I can manage on my own while you're away."

"She's right, Don: and then, it won't be too long. An hour maximum!" Sakowitz reassured him.

Letting out a long sigh, Donowitz surrendered with a smile:

"Alright, I trust you, doll. I'll be back ASAP!"

"I'm not worried. See you later, teddy bear!"

"See you later, angel!" Donny replied, placing a kiss on the tip of the nurse's nose, making her laugh.

"We'll buy you some medical supplies when we get back."

"Thanks, Michael!"

"See you later, (Y / N)," Omar told her.

While the men left for the city, the young woman remained alone in the camp.

She began to sort through the medicine boxes and carefully put them away in her case before thoroughly cleaning her syringes and surgical equipment.

Then, she took the metal box to store her surgical equipment and looked at it tenderly: on the lid was engraved an angel with a little nurse's hat: a sweet gift from Smitty, Hirschberg, Omar, and Andy for her birthday.

And to think that at the beginning, the other soldiers called her crazy when she joined Lieutenant Raine's team: they thought she was going to get mistreated. It was quite the opposite: the Basterds had immediately loved her.

Continuing with her cleaning, she hummed a tune her mother sang to her when she was little:

“Ma petite est comme l’eau,

Elle est comme l’eau vive.

Elle court comme un ruisseau

Que les enfants poursuivent.

Courrez, courrez

Vite si vous le pouvez !

Jamais, jamais

Vous ne la rattraperez !”

But as she worked, she didn't hear the German soldier creep up behind her. The latter had stumbled upon the Bastards' encampment by pure chance, but seeing that she was alone, he thought to himself that he had an opportunity to hurt those who massacred his comrades by making their friend suffer.

He approached her silently, then jumped on the young woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

Fighting back, the young woman screamed:

“Leave me alone, you jerk!”

Her attacker just slapped her before responding with a sadistic smile:

"Also, du kämpfst gern, kleine Schlampe? Wo sind deine sogenannten Freunde? Niemand wird dich retten! (So, you like to fight, little bitch? Where are your so-called friends? No one is going to save you!)".

Trying to escape, (Y / N) managed to grab a pan and sent it in the face of his assailant, who let out a cry of rage. Taking advantage of the confusion, she started to run, but suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground again.

The Nazi attacked her again, a glint of madness in his eyes. Searching by all means for a weapon to defend herself, the young woman grabbed the first object that was within her reach and struck for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. She, who had never fought in her life, unleashed all her rage and fear on her opponent by beating him up.

(Y / N) only ceased her blows when her attacker stopped moving. Not understanding what had happened, she looked at her hands and discovered in horror that they were covered in blood. And on top of that, she was holding a knife. She glanced at her nurse's uniform, which was also stained with blood.

She glimpsed at her aggressor and noticed that he laid on the ground, inert, with his eyes wide open and his chest pierced with multiple stabs.

It was then that she understood what had happened: for the first time in her life, she had just killed a man. Admittedly, it was self-defense, but (Y / N) was appalled by her gesture: how were the others going to react when they discover her crime?

Trembling, she let go of the knife and fell to the ground, breathing erratically and unable to emit a single sob ...

Meanwhile, the Bastards were returning from town with their provisions.

"We have everything we need: we'll be quiet for a while!" Andy said.

"What are we doing, Lieutenant?" Hugo asked.

"We're staying here for tonight, and we'll be heading to Lyon tomorrow morning! We have an appointment with members of the Resistance!" Aldo replied.

For his part, Donny walked in silence, holding in his pocket the present he planned to give to his angel. He didn't like being away from her, even if it was only for a few moments, because he feared he couldn't protect her.

"Don't worry, Romeo: you will be soon reunited with your Juliet!" Wicki joked sweetly.

Suddenly, Smitty listened:

"Do you hear that?"

"What ?" Hirschberg asked.

"Hush, listen!"

Everyone fell silent and heard moans in the distance as if someone was hurt. When they realized it was a woman's voice, they all thought of the same person:

"(Y/N)"

They ran towards their camp as fast as they could, praying that nothing wrong had happened to their nurse.

The one who worried the most was Donny: if anything had happened to (Y/N), he would never forgive himself.

A few minutes later, they arrived near their camp and discovered traces of the struggle.

"But what the heck happened here?" Hirschberg asked, stunned.

"I don't know, but that doesn't reassure me!" Simon replied.

"Somebody got into a fight here, for sure ... But where is (Y/N)?" Hugo exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard wheezing near them. The Bastards turned and saw their nurse lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and her chest covered in blood.

At that moment, Donny had the impression that the ground gave way beneath his feet: all he feared had happened, he had failed to protect his angel.

"NO! Y/N!" he cried, rushing towards the young woman, and holding her in his arms.

"Oh, my God !" Utivich panicked.

"WICKI! COME HERE QUICKLY!" yelled Aldo.

The Austrian arrives near the young woman and begins to examine her, fearing to find too serious injuries. As for the others, they were petrified: they blamed themselves for having left her alone. If she had come with them, they could have protected her.

But when he finished, Wilhelm looked puzzled.

"So what's wrong with her? Are her injuries serious? But answer me, damn it!" the Jewish Bear said impatiently.

"How can I tell you ... It's not her blood!"

"What do you mean ?" Aldo asked.

"She has no physical injuries ... other than that bruise on her face!"

"Who hit her?" Omar asked, ready to gut the one who had dared to raise his hand on his best friend.

"Probably the Fritz who looks like a colander and is lying on the floor!" Andy replied, pointing to the corpse of the Nazi lying on the ground.

Seeing the body of their enemy, the Bastards did not take long to understand what had happened during their absence. But it was necessary to be clear about it.

"Tell me (Y/N), what happened?" Aldo asked.

The young woman looked up at her lieutenant, and the Apache could see in the nurse's gaze anguish, shame, and immense sadness.

She tried to explain, but she could only let out a strangled sob. Her guilt was suffocating her.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm here!" reassured her Donny, who hugged her.

"Take your time. We will listen to you when you're ready," Simon said to her.

Catching her breath, the young woman began her story:

"I was doing some tidying up when he threw himself on me ... It went so fast that I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I defended myself as I could. I thought he was going to kill me. After that, everything happened so quickly. It became blurry. And I only stopped when I saw all this blood on my hands. "

She looked up at her companions, on the verge of tears:

"I know I had no choice but… I felt like I had betrayed Nightingale's pledge, and I was so afraid of your reaction!"

"(Y/N), don't be upset about it. We all know you fought back, and you did well. No one will blame you for stabbing a Fritz." Wicki told her.

"Still, you did not miss him: the Kraut is very messed up!" Hirschberg joked.

But seeing (Y/N) 's desperate face and the glare that his companions gave him, he realized that it was not the right time.

"Frankly, Hirschberg, just shut up!" Hugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Night fell, and the Batards took advantage of the calm of the forest to feed and rest before the long journey that awaited them.

Recovering from his emotions, Y/N stayed close to Donny throughout the evening, seeking comfort from his lover.

Even though her guilt was starting to fade, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with what had happened. Of course, the war revealed the dark side of the human being, but the nurse hoped, deep down, that she would not fall into this trap.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Donny asked.

The young woman shyly nodded:

"I'm doing a little better..."

"Come on over there ..." her lover said softly, taking her against him.

(Y/N) let himself go into the sergeant's muscular, protective, and reassuring embrace.

"I understand that you are still shaken by what happened. But that does not change anything for me: you remain my ray of sunshine ... And the others think the same."

"Really ?"

"I swear to you: they were impressed that you, the most pacifist among us, killed a Nazi. And that proves that you are indeed one of us."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a necklace adorned with an angel medallion made of bluestone.

Without a word, she picked up the object and stared at it, fascinated, before returning her attention to Donny, who was staring at her fondly.

"Don't forget (Y/N): even if the blood still flows at your feet, even if it stains your clothes, even if it strews your face, you will always remain my immaculate angel ... And I'll always be here for you!"

To his relief, a moved smile lit up the face of the young woman who kissed him.

"Thank you for your trust!"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime."

They hugged with strength. The young nurse whispered:

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, (Y / N)"

And as they were about to fall asleep, the young nurse had a calm mind: yes, the innocent do not shed blood, but as long as they are surrounded by those who love them, nothing can defile them.

And she knows her Bear Jew is watching over it.

Thanks for reading ! I’m waiting for your requests and your reviews !

#requests #eli roth #donny donowitz #ellise chappell #inglourious basterds #imagine

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Well, I’m done rewatching season 2 of south park and I’ve taken plenty of notes and screenshots to document all the facts and tidbits I thought were interesting or just funny. Under the cut is a collection of notes where I progressively start caring more and more about fake children

Kenny’s house is full of empty bottles, his family eats frozen waffles for dinner, and his dad is drinking at the dinner table

Kenny’s and Kyle’s dads have some history. They were best friends as teenagers

Kenny’s dad is kind of anti-Semitic, he says Kyle’s dad was successful because he’s Jewish

Cartman kind of expresses agreement with Stuart’s anti-Semitism, which I think is the first time Cartman’s been clearly anti-Semitic

Kenny’s house has rats, but his room has lights that shut off when you clap twice

WOW KYLE wtf he says “Kenny's not really my friend, Ma. I don't give a rat's ass about him.” FUCKING RUDE

Kyle and Kenny have a fun little sleepover where they play “ookie mouth”, a game where they take turn spitting in each other’s mouths. This episode (S02E10 Chickenpox) is great for fans of K2 despite how absolutely disgusting ookie mouth is

The McCormick house was something Stuart and Gerald built as teenagers. A fort in Stuart’s mom’s backyard

Gerald went to community college

Gerald and Stuart have a fun fist fight by a pond

Kyle makes a haiku: Fatass Cartman was / not on the school bus today. / What a big, fat turd.

Kenny makes a haiku: When you rub your dick, / you might find a discharge that / winds up on the floor.

Kyle makes another: Ass full of pork fat / jiggles like a Jello mold. / Mouth is flapping, too.

And another by Kyle: I bet you don't win. / They don't let big fat asses / perform on TV.

Cartman responds: Shut your God-damned mouth / or else I'm... gonna... kick you / square in the balls... asshole

I spy with my desperate eye the beginnings of Craig’s gang, featuring Kenny with wonky eyes

Bebe thinks Kyle has a hot ass and she’s not shy about saying it

Bebe writes a note to Kyle, and Stan tries to pass it on but Mr. Garrison thinks it’s Stan’s note for Kyle and makes him read it out loud. So he reads: “Dear Kyle. You have got such a great ass. I could sleep for days on those perked cheeks, let me tell you. I'd like to live with you and wear your ass as a hat for all eternity.” (If that happened to me I’d be embarrassed forever)

POV: You’re Stan and you just said you love Kyle’s juicy ass in front of the whole 3rd grade class

The first time Stan’s mom and dad get a divorce is in S02E12, way sooner than I remembered

Bebe kisses Kyle when they’re playing truth or dare in their clubhouse, probably Kyle’s first kiss. Kyle thinks it’s disgusting (despite having played ookie mouth with Kenny which is arguably more disgusting)

Bebe breaks up with Kyle and goes off with Clyde, who says “Bitchin’ 😎”. Later Clyde is with Bebe, Stan, and Wendy at the club house

Cartman and Kyle have a fist fight once again. Kyle hated Cartman way more than Stan did very early on, kind of all along really, they truly were destined to be arch enemies

Kenny has food stamps

Oh, and Cartman’s made poor jokes about Kenny and twice (I think) Kenny has punched him in retaliation in the past 2 seasons. Kenny’s family is probably a bad and violent example for him

By the way, if you’ve ever wondered what Kenny says in the theme song but never looked it up, in seasons 1-2 he sings “I like girls with big fat titties, I like girls with deep vaginas” but in the remastered versions of seasons 1-2 (which is the version I’m watching) they changed it to the season 3-5 lyrics: “I have got a ten-inch penis, use you mouth if you wanna clean it”.

When an evil twin version of Cartman says nice things, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny stare at him in horror. Stan says, “Dude, this is creepy.”

Also, the boys say dude a lot. At least Stan, Kyle, and Kenny do, Cartman not as much

Kenny’s mom hits him when he’s hogging the blanket from his brother. Kenny makes a sad face and it made me feel bad :(

When evil twin Cartman comes to give the McCormicks some supplies, Kenny’s dad asks if that was his “fat, racist, foul-mouthed friend” so Cartman clearly has a reputation

When Stan gets scared of his evil fish, he wakes Shelly up and she slaps him. Their mom sees it and says nothing

But on the other hand his mom buries a body that Stan’s fish killed because she thinks he killed it so I guess she’s not entirely a bad mom

Kenny was supposed to buy a pumpkin for Halloween but he could only afford a squash and his friends are really mean about it. The more I watch the more I feel bad for Kenny (and Stan)

Cartman kind of has a shitty friendship with Kenny. He says “I hate you Kenny” because of the squash

Kyle is really annoyed by Cartman saying “hella” all the time, nobody else is as annoyed

Evil Cartman sings a cute little song while wielding a knife: You guys / are my best friends, / through thick and thin, / we've always been together! / We're four of a kind, / having fun all day, / palling around and laughing away. / Just best friends, / best friends are we!

Stan still has his dog, Sparky, in season 2

After Stan’s fish kills Kenny, Kenny’s mom comes over to ask about her son and she’s drunk and upset. Honestly seeing Kenny die all the time makes me kind of sad

Stan says Kenny’s squash isn’t a bad little squash. Very heartwarming. The squash gets first prize at the pumpkin carving contest :)

Cartman’s grandma and extended family live in Nebraska

When the boys go to Cartman’s family to have Christmas dinner, Kenny’s dad tells him to take any leftovers and bring them back home (he does it very gently and Kenny just says “okay” and why do I care that this fake child dies all the time and barely has food at home, like why the fuck do I care so much???)

Cartman’s mom is wearing glasses when she drives. She doesn’t do it in the later seasons but maybe she has contacts

Cartman and his mom sing a road trip song for 4 hours. Kyle says “please stop” but when they ignore him, he kicks Cartman’s seat and makes Cartman hit his head

Stan has a complicated relationship with his family, he says they’re dead to him because they didn’t want him to go on a road trip to Nebraska so Stan went without telling them

Kenny doesn’t eat at the dinner table with Cartman’s family, he just shoves the food in a bag :( I feel so bad for him

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all hit Cartman after they wake in the night to make sure they’re not dreaming

Under his coat, Cartman wears a pink tank top that says BEEFCAKE. He wore it in S1E02 Weight Gain 2000

Charles Manson invites Kenny to go to a more secluded location and Kenny just says okay and goes, but honestly he should know better since he’s aware that he keeps dying

Cartman bonks his cousin Elvin on the head and gives him brain damage. Elvin gets better though

THE NEXT EPISODE IS GNOMES!!! TWEEEEEK!!!!

Token gets named when he’s put in a group with Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, and Pip. Craig’s gang is getting closer to becoming a thing!!

IT’S OUR FUCKING BOY TWEEK TWEAK BITCH YEEEEAAAH

Tweek says he’s awake at 3:30am because he can’t sleep, ever

Jesus, Tweek’s dad kind of sucks immediately. He says he might have to sell Tweek to slavery if his coffee shop goes out of business

Cartman says Kenny’s family is happy being poor and on welfare, “right, Kenny?” and Kenny says “fuck you” which is completely justified

When the underpants gnomes don’t appear, Tweek is worried he’s going insane and pulls on his hair

His parents say Tweek is jittery and anxious just because he has ADD (but the kind of severe jitteriness and anxiety Tweek has isn’t a symptom of primarily inattentive ADHD, even though people with ADHD do experience restlessness and can even have some tics and are more likely to have anxiety as a comorbid disorder than a neurotypical person is, but I mean come on, we all know Tweek’s slurping way too much coffee so even if he has ADHD beneath all that, his parents should stop giving him coffee and they definitely should not start lacing it with meth. Basically what I’m saying is that Tweek’s parents are full of shit)

Actually Tweek’s mom is kind of okay. She tells Tweek’s dad that he’s being shitty for using kids to advance his agenda. But… the agenda is against big corporations and I hate to say it but Tweek’s dad kind of has a point

Ew, the boys are giving a pro big corporations speech. That aged really poorly considering how shitty billionaires are

Aww, look at Kenny! He got scared of a crocodile that Steve Irwin is about to bother by jamming his thumb up its butthole

The boys are really excited about Steve Irwin jamming his thumb up a crocodile’s butthole

Oh my God, Kyle calls Cartman a fatass penis

Kenny is a mediator between Stan and Kyle. They ask him which one found this ice man in a cave first, but Kenny just deflects and agrees with Kyle’s name suggestion (Steve) for the ice man

I kind of like Dr. Mephesto. I’m glad he came back for Fractured But Whole

Stan and Kyle are having a terrible fight about who found the ice man. Kyle says they’re not best friends anymore and that Cartman is his new best friend and Cartman says “Sweet!”, then Stan claims Cartman as his new best friend and Cartman says “Killer!”

This prehistoric ice man episode is actually funny, I love it

Stan and Kyle are having a fight to the death

They reconcile and become best friends again. They both agree that Cartman’s a sucky best friend

Well, that was the last episode of the season. This was fun. South Park is actually a fun show

Kenny deaths:

S02E10 Kenny is in the hospital because of chicken pox. He laughs at Cartman’s joke so hard that his heart flatlines like beeeeeeeeeeeeeep

S02E11 Kenny’s head explodes after Stan and Kyle make him watch planetarium lights at a high intensity

S02E12 Kenny gets trampled in a mosh pit

S02E13 A cow impales Kenny’s head with its horn

S02E14 Ozzy Osbourne bites Kenny’s head off

S02E15 Kenny is killed by Stan’s evil fish, he gets spun in the fish tank until the water’s red

S02E16 The police shoot Kenny who came outside with a white flag during a hostage situation, then the police hit his dead body with a baton and handcuff him

S02E17 Kenny gets crushed by the underpants gnomes’ mine cart. The gnomes are horrified but Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Tweek are kinda like whatever

S02E18 Kenny gets squished underneath a conveyer belt

Onto the next season I go. I’ll watch the movie too since it was released around halfway through season 3

#south park #sp rewatch #this was supposed to be a quick little thing but i'm taking it too seriously #i feel like i'm screaming into a void

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Last Christmas

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: implied cheating, rom com level problematic cheesiness

Requested by @geekofmanythings16

So admittedly, trying to find and then bring home a christmas tree, in New York, on christmas eve may not have been your greatest idea ever, but it's not like it was entirely your fault.

You'd been all set on ignoring the festivities completely, staying in by yourself and emerging in the new year once all the bright lights and warm cuddles and rich food was gone. After last christmas you really weren't in the mood to celebrate.

Today though, the nagging from everybody you knew had finally hit a breaking point, and now here you were, not remotely dressed for the freezing weather, someone else's santa hat you'd found under the sofa on your head, attempting to negotiate with the grumpy guy working there over a price for the last remaining half dead yet enormous christmas tree, when suddenly you were on the sidewalk covered in something large and golden with a wet face.

"Lucky! Aw Lucky no! Get off her, bad dog, you can't just go round attacking-"

"Clint?"

"...Fuck."

And yeah, you weren't exactly expecting to run into the guy who'd ruined christmas for you when you'd just got yourself into Christmas Mode, and any other time you would've either run away or tried to fight him (and given how he'd taken the break up, blank faced and accepting, he probably would've just stood there and let you hit him), but it turns out it's really, really difficult to be angry with a soft warm golden retriever trying to make out with you - even as you could feel your ass getting cold and wet from the gross grey slush on the ground beneath you.

"Alright Lucky, I think that's probably enough now!" You say, pushing him back enough to sit up, smiling despite yourself.

Lucky seems to look between you and the extremely sheepish-looking Clint Barton towering over you, God, you'd forgotten just how tall he is, the hot bastard.

You stand and dust yourself off, already feeling the cold sinking into your bones.

"So how've you-"

"Sorry I just lost track of him and-"

You both laugh a little awkwardly, before the tree seller behind you clears his throat and you remember you'd been in the middle of your fairly heated tree negotiations.

"... I'm not giving you more than 15 dollars for it"

"It's huge!"

"It's dead!"

"It's Christmas eve, where are you gonna find another tree?"

"It's Christmas eve, where are you gonna find another schmuck to buy it?"

"$18"

"Done."

It's not until you've paid the guy and he's started packing up that you realise Clint's still stood there, scratching the back of his neck as he does in any vaguely-grown up situation.

"...Yes?" You ask him.

"Do you need any help getting that home?"

Shit.

You'd been so focused on getting a tree, any tree, that you hadn't really thought as far as how you were gonna get the 7 foot twig back across the city alone, on one of the busiest nights of the year.

Well, there's a reason you and Clint had made a relatively good couple. Disasters of a feather and all that.

You looked around, chewing your lip, as if a solution was going to suddenly appear beside you.

"...What did you have in mind?"

Which is how you found yourself carrying a massive dead tree onto the subway with your ex-boyfriend as you tried to make something resembling mature small talk and prevent Lucky eating the trail of pine needles you were leaving through the station.

"So...still saving the world then?"

"Sort of part-time"

"Oh. What do you do the rest of the time?"

Mope around and watch Dog Cops.

"Uh. This and that"

"Hm. What happened to your face?"

As usual, Clint was sporting a black eye and an array of band-aids.

"...Something heroic."

"How the hell did you ever go undercover?" You ask, laughing at his terrible attempt at a lie.

"Eh, that was always more Natasha's area."

As the name washed over you both he froze, your smile dropped a little and you blinked.

Fuck's sake Clint.

It's not that you'd forgiven him, but he just looked so helpless stood there on the platform, eyes wide in something like horror as he realised what he'd said, and he was helping you out, so god help you, you offered him an out.

"How come you're not wearing your santa hat?"

In the years you'd known Clint Barton, without fail he'd donned a ratty old santa hat the night of thanksgiving, and without fail it stayed on until mid-February. You'd always loved how excited he got this time of year. The avengers were less pleased to be running around with the marksman looking so festive.

His face screwed up in confusion.

"What?"

Looking from side to side as if he feared being told off, he then nodded towards you and your eyes widened, crossing slightly as you looked upwards and realised just who'd left your current accessory under the sofa.

Luckily the train chose that moment to arrive, interrupting your stumbling excuse/apology and leaving you both stumbling to get the stupidly big, getting deader-by-the-second tree on, Clint just managing to grab Lucky by the collar and get him in too before the doors shut.

The train's not completely packed but it is busy, so surrounded by children screaming their own versions of christmas songs, grumpy adults surrounded by still to-be-wrapped gifts, and a meowing cardboard box, the three of you (you, Clint, and the tree) stood and swayed by the handlebar.

You looked at the ground, feeling the oh god what am I doing feeling of hanging out with Clint Barton sink into your gut. As if sensing it, Lucky licked at your fingers, making you smile.

Despite the noise around you, you all remain silent as you trundle your way back to yours.

That is, until a rather forceful stop sends Clint, Lucky, and the damn tree careening onto you as you grab the bar tight and brace for impact, only to open your eyes and find lucky with the tree in his mouth just about holding himself up, and one Clint Barton wrapped tightly around your middle as the train starts moving again.

Seeing him like that tugs at something inside you and for a moment you stretch your fingers out, about to sink them into that sandy hair of his before he tilts his head up and as you look at his face you're reminded how blank it had been after you'd walked into that room at Tony Stark's christmas party last year and seen him-

"Sorry," he says, straightening back up to his ridiculous height and releasing the most painfully awkward chuckle you've ever heard - and you've known him for years, you've heard plenty of those in your time. This is a terrible idea.

"Clint, maybe-"

"This is your stop, right?"

Shit.

"Right." A tight smile pulls its way across your face as you pick up the fucking tree, wincing at the amount of needles it leaves on the floor.

It's quiet again as you exit the station and turn towards your apartment.

"That's new."

Because of course he notices that a new pizza place has opened up next door.

"Uh, yep," god, how the hell did you get here, you used to not need words with this man, now you couldn't get them out if your life depended on it, "look, Clint, thanks for the help and all, but I think I've got it from here." The words come out pained and stilted, which seems to throw him in entirely the wrong direction.

"Hey, it's no trouble, and besides, you live on the fifth floor, and this thing's huge, and I'm here now anyway, and-"

"Okay!"

...With Clint, it's usually just easier to let him run with things and deal with the consequences after. What's the worst that could happen?

The worst is bumping into the old lady in 3C who always loved Clint, and seeing him melt at the puppies in 5A as he shows them to Lucky who gives them each a sniff and a lick, and eventually getting the tree up to your apartment. The worst is also Clint volunteering to help decorate your painfully unfestive apartment, and his eyes lighting up at seeing the tangled mess of your lights, and declaring he can sort them in no tine at all. The worst is no time at all being 58 minutes, and a Dog Cops rerun being the first thing that comes on the TV. It's Clint reaching up to put the star on top of your stupidly tall tree, his shirt riding up to reveal a wad of bandage, and you being there fussing over him before you've even realised what you've done. The worst is the soft look in his eye, and the realisation that you two haven't stopped talking since you got back. It's ordering pizza because decorating makes you hungry and there's nothing in the fridge and he wants to try that new place because it has really weird toppings available.

And obviously you have to watch something while you eat, and the Dog Cops Christmas special is on, and obviously that means sitting on the sofa, and Lucky's barely left any room for you two now he's rediscovered his favourite spot, and Clint's like a fucking furnace and you're tired from the last minute Christmas cheer.

The worst is waking up two hours later to find you've fallen asleep on the remote, and now it's switched to the music channel, and the cheesy video of blonde George Michael is on, and Clint has drool on his chin and a contented look you hadn't seen in so long, long before last Christmas, and seeing him snoring in his Santa hat is right, and Lucky stretches across your lap and the soft light from the tree glows in the corner and really, you never stood a chance once Lucky had found you again. The worst is falling asleep with that damn xylophone solo in your ears and feeling that this had always been your someone special anyway.

#clint barton x reader #clint barton #hawkeye 2012 #hawkeye x reader #Hawkeye x you #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #avengers x reader #pizza dog #lucky the pizza dog #disaster clint barton

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ezrasarm · 4 years

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I would love to see 30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“ with either Mando or Marcus (your choice!)

Burnt Brownies

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff!

A/N: I sorta got away from the prompt a little... Oops. Also, contrary to the title this has nothing to do with weed.

Sure, you’d spent plenty of time at Marcus’s apartment before. You had a toothbrush and stick of deodorant that lived by his bathroom sink and everything. But the time you spent there was usually time spent with him. Which was why it felt so strange keying into the apartment alone. Tonight the two of you had been out on a date and it was going swimmingly. You had decided you would take him to the Natural History Museum so that this time you were the one that got to tour him through the exhibits. You will admit, explaining the differences in adaptations of dentition between robust and gracile australopiths wasn’t quite as sexy as listening to him drone on about the various theories about who the girl with the pearl earring was in relation to Vermeer but you seemed to maintain his interest well enough. Afterwards you’d planned on trying out this new bistro a couple blocks away that had been recommended to you by a friend. You heard their desserts were to die for and you also knew Marcus had a sweet tooth so you thought it would be worth a shot. But you never quite got to that part. You were half way through your meal when Marc’s phone rang. Work. He tried to ignore it. He really did. But after hanging up twice and the calls persisting he gave you an empathetic look.

“It’s okay.” You assured him. “Payback for last Friday. We’re even now.” You said, recalling the similar situation where you had been hit with a barrage of text messages halfway through the movie the two of you had gone out to see. You both had demanding jobs. But they were jobs that you loved. You had both been in relationships where your partners didn’t understand this part. The part where you had to be ready to run at the drop of a hat. It had actually ended your last relationship …and the one before that. So you found it kind of refreshing when it was him that had to go and not you for a change. It meant he understood. But it also meant finding time to spend with each other was a little more of a challenge.

“I just have to run into the office for a moment. It shouldn’t take longer than an hour or so. We could-“ He paused for a moment as he considered something. “Why don’t you meet me back at my place?” He asked. “That is, if you want to.” He interjected. “It’s just- works been crazy for both of us lately and I feel like I’ve hardly seen you these past two weeks and I was having a really good time tonight-”.

“I want to.” You said simply, cutting him off so a smile broke across his face. As much as you loved the man, it was painful listening to him ramble as he tried to justify things that hardly needed justification.

“Really?” He asked as he got up from his seat and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a grin tugging at your lips.

“I’m so, so sorry about this.” He mumbled as he fished around in his pocket.

“It’s okay. It really is.” you said, managing to catch his wrist and pull him down into a soft kiss as he handed you his key.

“Have I mentioned that you’re the best?” He asked as he pulled away reluctantly.

“Go.” You chuckle, feeling the heat of a slight blush rise in your cheeks.

“See you in a bit.” He says, pressing another quick peck to your lips before disappearing. And that pretty much led you up to where you are now, fumbling around Marcus’s kitchen trying to find where the man keeps his damn cocoa powder because if you couldn’t have fancy dessert at a funky new bistro, you were at least going to try and navigate his kitchen well enough to make perfectly mediocre brownies that you could snuggle on the couch and watch a late night talk show with. The more you thought about it the more overwhelmingly domesticated the entire concept seemed to you and while at first the idea brought a smile to your face suddenly this felt like a big step. Was this a big step? He gave you a key. I mean it’s not like he was asking you to move in with him but- was he? Oh god. He’d told you what had happened with his previous relationships, they picked up speed too fast and then rammed head first into a brick wall. Too many casualties. You like Marcus. You really like Marcus. You don’t want to end up like that. You don’t want to screw this up. You can’t- shit! And now you’ve just dumped at least two cups worth of flour down the front of your dress. Great. You manage to toss the rest of the ingredients together and chuck the tray in the oven without too many more disasters before glancing down at the mess you had made. The little black dress you were wearing had been absolutely caked with white powder and frankly it looked hilarious. You’d have left it because you knew Marcus would get a great laugh out of the spectacle when he got back but you could also feel it dropping everywhere and you didn’t want to make the whole mess any worse.

“Just great.” You huffed to yourself as you went to find a broom and maybe attempt cleaning yourself up a bit too. It didn’t take you too long to figure out how to use his washing machine and set it for a quick wash when one of his T-shirts hanging above the dryer caught your eye. A favourite of yours. You’d remembered when he told you about it. It was from his band’s first attempt at making and selling merch. He told you hardly anyone had bought them but they were just so proud they had something with their name on it. The shirt fit loosely on him so you knew even as you slipped it on that you would look like you were drowning in it. The material was softened from being worn so much and something about the smell of it set you at ease. It was a mixture of his laundry detergent and something else distinctly Marcus that you couldn’t quite pin point. Whatever it was you wouldn’t mind waking up to it every morning. You knew it was a stupid reason but suddenly the idea of moving in with him that had made your heart feel like it was going to pound out of your chest just a couple moments ago, didn’t seem like such a terrifying thing after all. You knew that this was the man you wanted to be with and that whether him handing you a key to his place meant he wanted you to move in, or not, or something in between you’d be alright with that. And with that you collected yourself and went back to cleaning up his kitchen floor.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier.” You heard Marcus call as he came in. You were so focused on returning his kitchen to a somewhat decent state before he got back that you hardly even heard the door. “Turns out they left the rookie alone and he panicked when-“ He went on, his voice amplifying slightly as he made his way down the hall before stopping short in the entryway to the kitchen. “What are you doing down there?” He asked with an entertained lilt to his voice. You could see the smile on his face without even looking up.

“Nothing! I just may or may not have dumped half a bag of flour on your kitchen floor trying to make brownies...” You said, straightening up so you were no longer eclipsed by the island.

“I swear I leave you alone for one-“ He starts out sarcastically but then pauses as you notice his gaze shift slightly. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, the amused grin returning once again as he wandered a little closer to you. You looked down and back up at him as you felt heat rise to your face. You felt like you’d been caught red handed in the midst of a crime and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“My dress might have been caught in the crossfire as well.” You simper bashfully. “I figured this was better than nothing.” You say finally with a slight shrug.

“I’m not so sure about that.” He said with a playful raise of his eyebrows. “But I’m certainly not complaining.” He murmured softly with a contented sigh as he pulled you close enough that he could lock his arms loosely around your waist. There was something about seeing you in his clothes that he couldn’t place. Perhaps it was the fact that without anything else on, it left those legs of yours that he loved so much stunningly exposed. Or maybe it was the fact that it made you look unmistakably his. He wasn’t a possessive man but it was certainly nice to be reassured. Whatever it was, he knew he liked it a whole lot as he felt your warmth radiating from under the familiar material. “This is a good look for you.” He smirked as he let his eyes rack over you once again. And you chuckled softly knowing you looked like a wreck.

“Don’t tease me! I just made you dessert!” You exclaim jocularly, giving him a lighthearted nudge.

“I’m not teasing you! I think you should keep it.” He says defensively, his voice rising in pitch ever so slightly. “And speaking of keeping things...” his face growing ever so slightly more serious as he readjusts his grip on your hips. “About that key.” He clarifies. “I just wanted to let you know that there’s no rush to give it back.” He says coolly before his face screws up slightly. “Not that I want it back- In fact the opposite of that- this isn’t making any sense. Damn this was gonna be really romantic and I just screwed it up.” He chuckles nervously, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling.

“Marcus.” You hum, bringing him back down to earth. “Just say it.” You murmur, an affectionate smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Will you move in with me?” He sighs through a heavy breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding and you’re pulled right back into the moment you’d tugged this shirt over your head, the incredible calm and simultaneous sense of excitement washing over you and that confidence that you were ready for this. That this was the man you wanted to be with. Just as you’re opening your mouth to respond the oven timer goes off.

“I guess we’ll never know, I gotta get the brownies.” You giggle and he rolls his eyes, tugging at your wrist lightly so you knock back into him.

“The brownies can burn.” He whispers genially as he presses his forehead to yours in a gesture the two of you had adopted.

“Yes.” You beam through a bite of your lip before tilting your head up to catch his mouth with yours and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You can feel his warm hands slipping under the edge of your shirt and sliding up the smooth skin of your waist where his thumbs rub soft circles just above your hips as he leans into you.

“The brownies.” He mumbles against your lips after a few moments like this.

“The brownies can burn.” You quip back.

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whump-town · 4 years

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Here are some mini fics I have but lack the stability to create into full fics ( @clockedstar idea tasteuflly thrown in, as well) Warning for language (I have a potty mouth)

The Perfect Match

He’d promised and like everything good in his life he’d messed that up too.

He’d promised and alone she had gone to her mother’s gala in Washington D.C. With him nowhere by her side, she spends hours rejecting the advances of too many men to count. Some, she knows, are sent by her mother. Aaron Hotchner is a good man but her mother suspects she can do better-- more political, is what she means. A man who is there more and a man whose face isn’t constantly decorated with bruises and cuts from his dangerous job.

A man likely to survive long enough to retire.

And, what she loves most about him, is that he’s hours late and the gala is really over but he still comes.

He’s in a dirty suit and a white t-shirt that will never come clean in the wash. None of that matters. The men around him are in their best tuxedos and his hair hasn’t been combed in days. Still, the moment he sees her he cracks the biggest smile and buries his face in her bare shoulder.

“You look stunning,” he compliments, shaking his head. Red is her color. So is green and blue and he'll remind her this tell the day he dies, because every color is her color.

The crimson of her dress matches the blood caked to his skin. The blood staining his t-shirt. He’ll tell her later that it’s nothing too serious and when her fingers tear down his shield, and unbutton his shirt, she’ll find a cut right over his heart.

For now, she runs her hand up the back of his neck, further messing up his hair. She likes this look. Not the bruises and the exhaustion she can read across his shoulders but the way he makes her feel home. The way his skin melts into hers and they’re just one person tangled in this impossible mess.

She kisses his jaw, “you look like shit.” Just over his shoulder is a ballroom of younger men. Men who have more money and more time and who don’t smell like they haven’t showered in days. Men who have skin unmarked by serial killers and minds that don’t trick them at night. In her arms, though, is the only man she wants. The only man she has eyes for.

He chuckles, withdrawing himself from her hold enough to be able to look into her eyes.

She knows his body better than he does. The glint in his eyes that says he loves her and he’s sorry and fuck, he wants to go home and curl into bed and forget this week he’s had. So she wraps her arm around his hips and pulls him close, whispering temptation into his ear about what she might do to him later. Knowing damn well that he’ll fall asleep the moment his head hits the pillow but it makes him blush and that’s all she wanted anyways.

Arms circling one another, they walk out side-by-side.

He looks like he’s been run over by car. Covered in bruises and dried blood and a suit that’s ruined. While her hair bounces in it’s perfect curls and each step she takes is measured by her ballgown’s soft whoosh and her heels tapping along the marble floor.

The perfect match.

Habits

Stoic, cold, and removed.

Everyday she hears the office throw these words at his back. She won’t waste her breath denying that he’s anything but. Because everyday he comes home and she undoes those web of lies. And how could they know any better? His coping mechanism is to shut down and it’s always worked… well, mostly.

If only they could see him in the depths of one of his many rants. Walking about their kitchen in nothing but his boxers, that character defining scowl slapping inplace as he tells her about social injustice. As he rants and raves until his heart is content. It’s into her arms that he tucks himself when he’s cooled off and resigned to the fact that no matter what they do, it will never be enough.

Aaron Hotchner wants to save the world but what can you do for a world unwilling to save itself?

He likes to spend Saturdays tucked away. In those early mornings he’s nearly successfully hiding himself from the whole world, only coming out for snacks and the need to be hugged every once in a while. Because he’s so tactile in his love.

She doesn’t know what it’s like to cook without him standing over her. Hovering and talking and touching her shoulders or her hips because she can spend a whole day doing nothing but holding him and the moment she pulls away he’ll come with her, seeking more.

And people will ask her about their love.

Mistaking him as cruel and cold-- even their friends. It’s so hard to conceive him as anything but Agent Hotchner.

But she loves him as Agent Hotchner and as Hotch and as Aaron.

It breaks her heart to know that others don’t get to see him ranting like a nut in the middle of the night. His latest infatuation clutched in his hand. He’s loving and stark raving mad. But she wouldn’t trade those midnight rants for anything in the world.

They won’t know that he sleeps on his stomach, half-rolled overtop her. That he likes to be held and he’s much to big for that but she holds him anyways. There is so much that they just don’t know.

He likes it when she scratches his back and if she rocks her body, it’ll put him to sleep right where he stands. That he has an entire library filled with books he’s collected and read over and over since he was in middle school. He gives her book recommendations-- just a simple book on her nightstand and a stick-note giving his own description of the book.

He’s thoughtful and he’s kind and he’s so fucking aggravating.

He loves winter and she loves summer.

He hates laying in a blanket but is always cold.

He likes to go walking in the snow and always forgets a hat.

He’s prone to ear infections but refuses to take medicine for them.

He’s the most aggravating man she’s ever met. It’s unnecessary to die on the hills he’s firmly plants himself on and yet she finds herself crawling back for more. She loves nothing as much as she loves when he presses his face to her neck and wraps his body around her. She loves that he’s able to cry in the safety of her arms and that he laughs without abandon about the stupidest things.

But, God, she loves him.

Mirror

With all the gentleness she can manage, she brushes a tear away from his eyes. “Look at me,” she commands, softly. For years, and days, and cases, and excruciating long hours--- God, she just wants him to look at her. To be seen in that way he analyzes the whole world. For his soft eyes to see her as she is and trust her. To let her be this person. The person who puts him back together and takes him apart and reads him like her favoirte book.

Because he’s her favorite person.

“I can’t,” his voice breaks and he pushes his head back against her skin.

He’s horrible. Mangled. The world has picked him up and damaged him so many times that he.... He fucks her in the dark with a shirt on. He only looks in the mirror if it’s fogged from the shower. He’s learned to shave by touch and not sight. Because he can’t-- he can’t look at himself. He can’t stand the sight of his own face so how is he supposed to expect her to?

Her lips find his and no matter how tightly he squeezes his eyes shut, the tears still fall. Because she could do better. Emily Prentiss has seduced men around the world. She could have a dictator or a millionaire and here she sits, instead. With him.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips. “I love you.” And it doesn’t matter how many times she has to say it. She’ll remind him until spring and until his hair has grown white and with her dying breath-- “I love you.”

And one day, he’ll realize she means it.

The Chains

There’s a single terrified scream that rings out through the room. For a moment, she mistakes it as her own plagued dreams. Sitting up she combs her fingers through her hair. Pushing flyaway strands of hair back out of her face. It takes her too long to realize it has nothing to do with her own dreams.

“Aaron!”

He’s crying out, thrashing in his panic to get untangled from the sheets.

“Shh,” she has to dodge his quick, uncoordinated blows. If he hits her, she doesn’t feel it because what she’s worried about is the terrified screams leaving his mouth as he keeps trying to push away whatever he’s imagining. “Aaron,” she calls out. “Aaron wake up!”

He falls to the floor, moving himself until he hits the wall behind him.

She tries to follow.

“No!” His shaking hands are raised between them. “No, please.” His chest is heaving, his face flushed. “Don’t touch me,” he pleads. “I don’t want to hurt you too.”

He’d done it. Snapped. Broken like his father had always said. Good for nothing--- and he’d found them all. Hunched over and begging and pleading and please stop, Hotch. Don’t! He’d held Jack’s broken body in his arms. Wilted and limp. He’d taken the life of his own son and then he’d turned and done it again and again---

“Please,” he sobs, blood still warm and wet on his hands. He forces himself to his feet, shaking so bad he falls back to his knees. “I’ll-- I’ll sleep on the couch.” He can still hear Morgan’s shout, the other man trying to pull him off of Dave. He can feel his split knuckles and the blood on his wrist, the look of horror on JJ’s face.

He’d killed them.

“Aaron,” Emily breathes, moving swiftly to palace herself between the door and him. “Stop--” she doesn’t touch him. She’s afraid of the noise that might tear out of his mouth if she does. “Stop,” she says, this time voice unwavering and calm.

He’s not here. Not well or centered. “Get out,” he whispers, rubbing his hands down his pants. “Get out!” He throws his body forward and she’d be more afraid if she actually thought he might hit her. But the anger he means to throw at her is just fear. “Get out! Get out, please!”

So, she leaves. She caves.

As she shuts their bedroom door, she sits herself down on the floor. “I’ll be right here,” she says. “I’ll be here if you need me Aaron.”

She can hear him pacing in the room. He sobs brokenly.

“Just breathe, baby.” She places her hand against the door, wishing she could be in there. He’d calm down if she could hold him. To reign him back down. “You’re okay,” she reminds him. “It was just a dream. No matter how real it seemed. You’re okay. I’m okay.” It’s a stream of conscious thoughts that she just lets fall out of her mouth. “It was just a dream, Aaron.”

But he can’t wash their blood off his hands.

“-- there's no way you could forget but do you remember when we tried to do it in the hammock?” She hasn’t stopped talking in… whenever it was that they parted ways. Her soft voice has been trickling through the room the whole time. The only real thing he can identify. “To be fair,” she says, “I didn’t think we’d end up in the hospital because of that.”

His first ever sex injury. She’d been a mix of embarrassed, so very sorry, and proud. They were trying something new! No reason to be ashamed of that!

“I just remember looking at you in that hospital bed and thinking about how totally in love I was.” She leans her head back against the door. “Well, I was also thinking about how if we just lowered it a little more, you could hold the hammock steady and I could be on top--” she shakes her head. “Not the point.”

He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, lowering himself to the floor. He slowly inches closer to the door until his head is leaning against the frame, too. Until he’s as close as he can be… without putting her in danger. In danger of being close to him.

“I just…” she sighs. “I don’t know if you’ve fallen asleep yet but, if you’re awake, I need you to know that I love you, Aaron.”

He shuts his eyes against the tears threatening to fall.

“I love you so much and when you’re okay, when you’re ready, I’m gonna hold you for so long.” She sniffles, wiping away the tear that falls down her cheek. “I mean it,” she says. “You’re going to be so tired of me you’ll beg me to let you go but I won’t.” She smiles, “and we’ll just have to stay like that forever.”

It makes him smile.

“I love you,” she repeats once again. “I mean that.”

She runs out of things to talk about around four in the morning. He’s stopped moving around the room and her curiosity gets the best of her. Knees giving heavy protests, she climbs to her feet. She hesitates before she opens the door. If he’s sleeping she doesn’t want to wake him but she also doesn’t want to come in if he’s not ready.

“Aaron?” She cracks the door open and frowns when she sees the bed’s empty. “Where--” she almost kicks him.

He stirs when she stops, having made a soft noise in her surprise. Blinking slowly he looks up at her, wincing at the light coming from the hall. Where she expects some trepidation or maybe fear she finds nothing but soft vulnerability. “Did you mean it?” he asks, eyes slivers.

It takes her a moment to understand what he’s asking. Without a word passed between them, she pulls the comforter off of their bed. Settling down on the floor beside him she pulls the blanket around both of them. “You mean cuddling you until we both die?”

He smirks and presses his face into her neck.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders. “There’s nothing I would rather spend my life doing.”

#soft aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss

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jennsmischievousmind · 4 years

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Fucks not Found

Ghosts

Summary: You hack, that's what you do. Dying to do so freely, wasn't what you had expected. Meeting the weirdest fucking squad; losing the best part of you; falling for a thief : was not planned.

Pairing : Four/Billy (Ben Hardy) - You

A/N: The story goes through the all movie, so I suggest you watch it before reading.

I don't own any characters other than Eight.

English is not my native language, I'm trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Tried my best to match Ryan Reynold's level of sass aha

This is how you die.

"So you're the one who hacked the wrong guy" You swiftly turn around gasping at the sudden voice in your apartment

"Depends, you’re his hitman?" You were ready to run even if it means jumping by the window.

"Nooo, I'm an angel.” You snort at his sarcasm, unknown to you at this moment that he was full of it.

"Wanna disappear?" he asked taking a seat at the kitchen table eyeing your bags at the door.

"In a body bag? Slowly you make your way to the knives, just in case.

"You are a funny one, aren't you? I know the man you stole from, you won't get far until he got you. But, he emphasized, if you’re willing to do what's right.."

"I've already done my part for the flag." Assuming he was American by the way he talked.

"I'm not talking about shitty drug dealers. But evil war-lovers, genocide perpetrators, that kind of shitty so-called human. Those ones that are above the laws with governments' balls in their hands, ready to squish them.”

"That's gross" your brother appeared from the adjacent room. You let your mind consider the stranger’s offer as soon as you look at your confused brother, knowing he was in danger because of you.

“You two look at lot alike.” The guy leaned in, screwing his eyes at you both.

“We’re twin dumbass” your brother answered glancing at you wondering.

“What’s the deal?” you asked considering the offer

The guy smirked, “Well, to be short you die, and then you take down evil motherfuckers without governments’ backlash on you.” He tapped his fingers against the Formica table.

It took 5 minutes.

"One condition, my brother comes to!"

"What's he good at?" he crossed his arms.

"I can drive…Hold on what? Die? Who the fuck are you!?”

"Already too many questions” he rolled his eyes

"He's a hell of a driver, it got him under surveillance when he got chased by 6 police cars after an illegal race back in the States."

"So they caught up Muttley” the guy clucked his tongue

“Hey!”

"No, you interfered almost ashamed, I told him to stop the car...I got motion sickness."

The guy erupted in laughter, you two watching him unamused.

“I’m more like Peter Perfect.” Your brother mumbled as the guy left.

You look by the window discreetly, catching a glimpse of the guy mingling in the crowd. “You’re Muttley bro.”

A week later you got a text. The guy who called himself One had planned your fake death. A random trek in Italy’s mountains, an assumed fatal fall, no bodies recovered.

It was never supposed to be your life. But we all know nothing happens as it should.

Papà went to fight a war and disappeared, you were forced to move in America when you were 6.

Mammà never cope the loss of her motherland and husband. She died of a belated broken heart syndrome when you were 16.

Both you and your brother were placed in a host family. It wasn’t a crappy family like it’s always the case in some tv show, they were nice and wealthy. The father was a tech engineer, somehow you took interest in his work and start learning to code, soon reading about hackers: white hats; black hats; “We are Legion”, you were hooked and skilled in a matter of time.

When you turned major though, things turned difficult, the host family had to let you go and Internal Affairs of your state caught you looking in their network. Which led to you working as a C.I for them, it was that or prison. Not thrilled by the idea but obliged to cooperate was your new motto.

Your brother had some job here and there but nothing steady, so money from the IA was welcome.

After a year and a half, I.A ditched you, it was rather good news in a way, they’ve erased your past mistakes but said they’d keep a distant eye on you.

So you moved on from your shithole that was the 1 bedroom apartment you and your brother shared and went to your parents’ hometown in Italy. Your brother was reluctant at first as he couldn’t even say hello in Italian, you taught him as your mamma had done it with you but he wasn’t that interested.

Working with people was not your forte, you were too bossy, so you got fired ... plenty of times: from a coffee shop, a rental bike shop and a tourist city tour bus thingy. So you started doing what you were good at, hacking for money, it went well for a few years, never being too greedy - until you hacked the wrong person and got in trouble.

That's how you became a Ghost and ended up in the middle of the California Desert.

One had built a squad. No names, only numbers to identify each other. Not calling your brother by his name was a challenge, same for him.

There were 7 of you.

One, the “boss”, a mysterious sassy billionaire who decided to fund his own strike team.

Two, a French blonde woman, pretty cold, a spy apparently

Three, a crazy hitman who couldn’t shut up

Four, a young parkour master and reformed thief

Five, a Doctor, but you heard she was actually working at a Dentist

Six, your brother, the annoying driver.

And then Eight, you, the Black Hat somehow becoming a hacktivist.

Why not Seven? Long story short, it was one more condition you’d submitted to One.

_SICILY

"Your focus determines your reality.”

“Oh for fuck's sake One, quit your Jedi bullshit!” you loosed your temper typing on your keyboard angrily. An entire week, an ENTIRE WEEK quoting Star Wars!

Four and Five laughed in the comm. One braced himself on the other end of the line. Three cut the heavy silence.

“Eight, Chiquita please stop yelling”

“I’m not a Chiquita stop saying that!”

“Ok ok chi…Eight, damn you’re stressful”

“God, why do I have to team you up!!” One facepalm

“Now what?” Five asked

Radio silence

“Oh so now no one’s talking! What are you, 4?” One angrily called out to you 2.

“Yeah, uh high, literally.” Four answered One, you snorted.

“No .. damn not you!”

“You called me Mate!” Four said offended

“No, shush – Eight are you done with the system?” he was about to lose it.

“I’ve been done with it the second Three called me Chiquita!” you crossed your arms in front of your laptop.

“Hey ..” “We’re not talking about that again!” One cut Three

“Can we get going now?” Two interfered, you heard her bike roaring.

“Finally, some sensed words.” One said wrapping it up.

Four entered the place you’d hacked the system of. Six and Two were not far in case of trouble.

“Four, the hard drive is in the main office. Second floor.” One enunciated, you followed Fours progression with the security cameras.

It was enlivening, stressful, but oh so exciting. When you worked with I.A you were never there when they’d go down in action, it was nothing but boring data researched and dealer’s MacBook.

“Freeze Four, guards coming east.” Switching cams you gave him a safe path.

“Ok, you’re clear. Now to your left, third door then turn right.”

Four got his hands on the hard drive containing all you needed to know about the next target.

“Well done.” One congratulated the team

“Thanks, thanks, It helps to have a sexy voice guiding you” Four chuckled, you blushed, sexy voice? is that even possible?

“Great, kid. Don’t get cocky.”

You rolled your eyes at the endless use of Star Wars' quotes.

“Hum that’s my sister, remember?” Six growled tightening the wheel

“Luke grab Solo, meet up in 15minutes at the hotel. Everyone move!” One instructed you smiled at the thought of being Leïa. Gosh, you were as much of a nerd as One.

Climbing down the jeep Three had rented, you laughed seeing your brother holding Four in an arm lock for a few seconds anyway, Four reversed the lock, pining your brother’s arms behind himself.

You passed by them “Easy with my twin please.” Four wasn’t releasing his hold so you stopped, turning back you lift an eyebrow at Four insisting he let him go.

“Oh!” he lifted his hands in defence taking a step back.

Grabbing your brother by the sleeves as he was about to jump on Four “Come on piccino” you made your way in the hotel laughing.

Your first big mission started a few weeks after, everyone gathered in The Haunted House as One called it, an old bunker, cheesy name for an HQ.

“You don’t get it, I need a CAR!”

“That’s a car, Six.” Three argued back.

“No that’s a heap, that thing won’t get us through the paved road of Italy, believe me.”

Four and Five were amused by the situation, Three had rent a truck and an old Volvo for this mission.

“Alright, shut up, we’ll get another car!” One declared, Six flicked to Three.

One resumed the mission’s details. Giving everyone their own missions. A simple mission, retrieve a lawyer’s smartphone.

In the midst of it, your hand flew to your brother’s head next to you. The smacked resonating between the walls of the unfinished bunker.

“Why ..why’d you hit him?” One asked confused, your brother was rubbing the back of his head frowning at you.

“Cain’s instinct.” You replied wriggling your fingers for him to continue. Four snorted, Six nudged him in the ribs.

In a few months, you had learned a lot from this weird squad. Learning to shoot was an obligation, Three was insane but a good teacher.

You’d asked Four to teach you some parkour in case of a chase. Six and Four became close friends in a matter of time. Five was nice, but you were never one to be good at making friends. Two was not a big talker and frankly, she scared you a little.

So you spend your free time hacking and reading, on the hammock installed between a dismantle plane and a dead tree. Not far from there you could hear Four skating in the empty pool and three at the makeshift shooting range.

Suddenly,

“EIGHT!”

Groaning you closed your book “WHAT!?

Your voice boomed against the caravan and lost itself in the desert, but you still hoped Four had heard. It was his thing, screaming your name instead of coming to you directly. At his silence, you wriggle out the hammock and strode to the pool.

“What’d you want skater boy?”

He was lying in the pool his board by his side. “Four?” you made your way to the ladder, “hey” you gently nudge him with your foot but he didn’t move.

“Four? you called out worried, “shit” knees hitting the vinyl liner checking if he was breathing, he wasn’t.

“Hey wake up, seriously dude don’t make me do CPR on you, I suck at it!” suddenly laughter erupted in your ears. Six appearing on the edge, Four chucked on the floor.

“Pranking you..he tried to breathe in, is always the best sis!” Six laughed even harder at your confused face. Still kneeling at Four’s side, he was looking at you laughing, until he wasn’t, catching a glimpse of worry melting with anger in your eyes.

Punching his left shoulder, you hurried out the pool. He stayed on the floor watching you go.

“Don’t make me do CPR I suck at it!” your brother was still laughing his brain's out.

“What was that?”

Four leaned on the dead tree near your head, his shadow offering some shade.

“A real bad joke?”

“No I mean, why’d you hit me?”

Sighing you clasped your book closed for the second time today “you really got me worried, happy?”

“No, you propped up on your elbow at his answer craning your head to him, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His warm hand slide in your hair at the base of your neck, he leaned in, letting you enough time to push him away if you wanted.

"Sorry" he whispered, his lips pressing in your temple gently, warmly for a few seconds. Catching yourself leaning in you almost fell off the swinging' hammock as he released his hold, he grinned and left not saying anything more.

"What the hell Four!!" you yelled at him, an ounce of laughter in your voice, a blush creeping into your cheeks, his own laughter filling the desert's silence.

FLORENCE

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 3

Word Count: 2,340

POV: Reader than switches to Sid

Warnings: Language

Notes: I had planned on this being a bit longer but with everything that happened I didn’t get to write as much as I want. Also this was kind of unplanned, but since everyone wanted a prank included I decided to write it in. Hope you guys enjoy!

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

You stood there wracking your brain trying to figure out what you had done or said that first night you met Sidney Crosby. He'd done a full one-eighty in twenty-four hours on you. When you'd left the party you actually thought, that there was quite possibly something between the two of you, but since then it was painfully obvious that he'd changed his mind. It was never more evident than in this moment right now when he clearly could've cared less about the snacks and extras that you'd had delivered to his room, let alone the book you'd left. His simple, 'oh yeah, thanks,' made it evident that he just tolerated you and your job with the team.

You knew it was going to be hard with him. It was part of the reason why you added the book on Egyptian history for him, hoping that it would sort of be a peace offering, or at least some common ground for you both. If he didn't appreciate that, he was surely going to hate the one on ancient Rome that would be waiting for him in D.C. It was too late now, you weren't going to not send it. If anything it only strengthened your resolve to somehow get yourself and Sid to at least be friends, since there would obviously never be anything more.

The following morning you headed on the bus with the team to the arena for morning skate, where everything went great. You began to see why the guys took naps in the afternoon, as their schedule was super demanding. As you headed back on the bus, for the game, you didn't expect Tanger, to grab the seat next to you. "So, how are things going so far?"

"Really good I think." It was true all the guys had been super nice and so receptive to all that you'd been doing for the team, well everyone except Sid. You chose not to get into that with Tanger though, so instead, you added. "Unless you've heard something different?" It seemed like a smart way to see about Sid's indifference, without flat out asking him how Sidney felt about your new role.

"God, no. Everyone loves you. You really outdid yourself with the little care packages. We all appreciated them." Well, not everyone.

"Just trying to do my part and make the trip a little easier for you guys."

"Speaking of that. I was wondering if I could ask a favor." He ran a hand through his hair as if he was nervous, which seemed silly since you'd known Tanger for a while now.

"Sure, that's my job you know. I'm here to be helpful."

"Well, this is kind of personal. Alex's birthday is coming up and…well Catherine always does the shopping and comes up with something over the top for him. I was hoping that this time, maybe I'd have some great suggestion to give her. Obviously, I suck though, because I can't think of a damn thing."

"Oh, I can totally help with that." You took out your phone as the bus pulled into the arena, everyone filing out to get ready for the game. "Let me see what I can come up with and I'll get back to you."

"Yeah, that would be great." You followed Tanger off the bus, then went about a few odds and ends that you started helping the staff with. It was probably about forty-five minutes later that he found you again.

"Hey (Y/N), I had this awesome idea about Alex's birthday present."

"Oh yeah, what were you thinking." You asked as you made your way over to the locker room where Tanger was standing. He opened the door for you to come in. You tended to avoid going into the room unless it was necessary, not that you couldn't. Social media was in there all the time filming things, so it wouldn't be like you were the only female in there. It just seemed like a line you weren't ready to cross yet; though at the moment you had no choice but to follow him.

As you gazed around the room, you had to appreciate the way Dana Heinze and his guys made the locker room feel more like home. Each stall had a nameplate on it, and the Pens emblem was placed throughout the room. Most of the guys were in there, prepping for the game. They didn't even take notice that you were there. "Tanger, you're up." Hollered Chris, one of the team trainers.

"Shit, can you grab my phone out of my bag. I saved it in there." You wandered over to where his bag sat. It still amazed you how they lugged all this equipment around. You had a feeling it was going to be a challenge to find a cell phone in the damn thing with how big it was. Crouching down, you pulled the zipper back the whole way to shed some light into the black piece of luggage. That's when Marc-Andre popped out with a loud roar.

"Jesus Christ!" You screamed stumbling back, as your heel caught on some random piece of equipment on the floor. You would've landed flat on your ass if it hadn't been for someone grabbing you around the waist and holding you tight against their body. Even though you'd literally just been scared half to death, you somehow felt safe in this person's arms; like nothing bad could happen to you as long as he was around. It was a bad feeling to have considering this was a new job, and you didn't need to be developing feelings for a player. You took another minute to just absorb the feeling of being in this person's arms, as well as catch your breath.

He must have heard or felt your deep intake of breath, for the next thing you knew he was saying. "It's ok. I got you." You knew that voice, well you honestly knew all the guys' voices; you just weren't used to be held in their embrace. When you looked back, Sid's brown eyes were staring into yours. They were filled with concern, and well something else, desire. You could see it in his eyes as much as you were sure that yours reflected the same. It was dangerous territory and there was no exploring it as the whole team had their eyes on you.

"Thanks," you said righting yourself. You turned your full attention to Flower than. "What the hell, Flower! You just scared the crap out of me." You were laughing along with the rest of the room now, and Marc-Andre had the biggest smile on his face.

"Welcome to the team." He said coming over and giving you a big hug. "You're not an official member until we prank you."

"Oh my god, you should've seen your face." Horny came up and embraced you as well. "It was priceless."

"I got it all on video too," Tanger said holding his phone up, that you were suppose to be looking for.

"Wait…you guys were all in on this?" You looked around the room and about half the guys were nodding their head.

"We do it to all the new guys. Couldn't leave you out." Most of the guys came over and gave you a hug, saying that you were a good sport about things.

"You do realize I know where all of you sleep right? And I will get you back." You shot back with a little laugh before exiting the locker room. "Now get your asses ready or we'll see who scared of who." The moment you shut the door, you leaned against it heavily to stop your racing heart. To anyone else, it would look as though you were still recovering from having the wits scared out of you, but what you couldn't get over was the feeling of being held in Sidney's arms and the look in his eyes.

All this time you thought he was indifferent to you, but that look told you otherwise. You could still feel his hands wrapped around; it was like an imprint that couldn't be wiped away. There were so many things going through your brain at the moment, and yet this wasn't the place or time to think about it. You pushed away from the door, just as it opened; startling you once again.

"Hey (Y/N)," thankfully it was Tanger's voice and not the man who was at the forefront of your mind. "I don't need that present for Alex, Catherine has it covered." You rolled your eyes at him, you should've known that was part of the prank. He just shrugged his shoulders at you. "I had to sell it, didn't I?" You took a towel and threw in his face before, heading down the hallway to get back to work.

SID'S POV

What the hell had just happened? No one had told him they were going to prank (Y/N), for if they had he would've advised against it, but damn had the timing been right for her to literally fall in your arms. When she'd walked into the locker room, you couldn't breathe. It seemed like every time there was a game, the woman dressed in something to tantalize your dreams. There was nothing left to do but walk out of the locker room and get some air. That's when you had the misfortune or fortune as it were, to be in the perfect spot to catch her as Marc-Andre scared her.

Her body fit perfectly to yours, as your arms came around her mid-section to steady her. Your forearm had brushed the underside of her breast and just that small contact alone had you yearning for more. There was an undeniable spark between the two of you at that moment, and when she turned to look at you; you knew she felt it too. At least she had the sense to recover because right now you didn't give a damn that there was a game to be played in an hour. You wanted nothing more than to haul her off to some dark secluded corner and kiss her senseless.

The thoughts running through your head were pure madness. You shouldn't be thinking about the things you wanted to do to her body or how you wanted to know what she felt like under those layers of clothing. You needed to pull yourself together, you had sixty minutes of hockey and a team that needed your attention. So, when Rusty called out to see if you were playing soccer that's what you decided you needed to do to get your mind off of (Y/N).

Three hits into the warmup ritual, you were still thinking about her. Only this time it was about the last game and how she'd touched your hat and brought you good luck. That superstitious side of yours, kept an eye out for her so that you could do it again. However, this time she was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, with both yourself and your irrational tendencies, you headed into the locker room and tried to focus on the game ahead.

The first period you played like shit and Ottawa was up one to nothing. You were beginning to wish that you would have just asked (Y/N) to touch your hat, for it felt like you were now being cursed or maybe that was happening because you'd held her a little too close to your body earlier and your bad game was some form of punishment. By the middle of the second, you were sure it was the latter, for the Senators were up, three zip. Thankfully Horny was at least able to get you on the board with one goal shortly thereafter. You'd just spent a particularly long shift out on the ice and were skating back to the bench when you saw her on the ramp, nervously watching the game with such intensity as if by sheer will alone, she would have one of you to score a goal.

As you sat on the bench, something in you shifted and you stopped thinking about your silly superstitions and decided that if (Y/N) seemed to have that much faith in the team so were you. As you skated out on your next shift, the puck somehow found your stick on a pass from Horny. A spin to the left and a fake on your opponent and you tapped the puck into the back of the net, cutting the other teams lead to only one. As your teammates crowded you, it wasn't words of celebration you shared but ones of motivation. And when you made your way back to the bench, there she was smiling brighter than the sun. It was contagious and you could help but smile back when she caught your eye.

When the third period started the team was on fire, Carl Hagelin scoring shortly into the period to tie the game. There was a feeling deep in your chest that you were going to win this one, and somewhere in your mind, you acknowledged you want to do it for (Y/N). Things changed though, when Beau went down, after a bad hit from Zibanejad. The medical staff was on top of things as they took him back to the locker room and you saw (Y/N) disappear with them. She missed the rest of the game, and also the empty netter you put in sealing your victory. By the time the buzzer sounded, and you headed down the ramp; you could just make out (Y/N) and Beau heading out of the arena. Beau's arm wrapped around her as she helped him out. The rational part of you, told you she was just doing her job and helping him; though it was the irrational one that told you it looked more like a girlfriend tending to her injured man. Unfortunately for you this time, the illogical part of you won out as you found yourself jealous of your teammate the first time in your life.

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