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markhoffmans-certified-slut · 3 months

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Older Brothers Best Friend

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x f!reader

Prompt/summary: You’d known him nearly your entire life, and at least half of the time you’d had a crush on him. Now that the two of you are older, the jokes started to get flirty between you when you were alone. When your parents are gone and your brother is asleep on the sofa, it’s the perfect opportunity to talk to Corey who’s also awake in the middle of the night. But when things go from lighthearted jokes to something more, how will the night end?

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings/contents: Strong language, light fluff, smut: clit stimulation, fingering, oral, light nipple stimulation.

Notes: I know a few of you have been waiting very patiently for this chapter and I hope that it meets your expectations! I started this off a completely different direction, but the inspiration wasn’t flowing until I thought about this story and it all seemed to just piece together. It was enjoyable to write, Corey needs more attention 😭

I proofread this, but it's also really long and I'm dyslexic, so... here's to hoping it's all right. I know I had to correct a couple small things.

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With a yawn, you rolled over in your bed and stretched your legs. You’d been curled up for the past few hours in the same position. Your shoulder ached from how you had been laying. With a soft grunt, you checked your phone and winced at the bright screen. It was 2 o’clock in the morning. By accident, you had fallen asleep around 7 o’clock this evening. Your stomach growled since you hadn’t eaten dinner.

Deciding to get up and get a snack, you forced yourself from the warmth of your blankets and yawned quietly. You could hear the faint sound of the television on downstairs. Your parents were gone for the night, so of course your brother had invited Corey over and the two of them were watching stupid movies in the living room.

You were quick to slip your socks and sweatpants on in an attempt to stay warm, but you shivered when you left your room. The rest of the house was rather cold, but the heater in your room kept you nice and toasty. Your brother always complained that it was too hot in there which meant for the winter months, he often didn’t come pester you.

As quietly as you could, you crept down the stairs. You peeked into the living room and saw your brother passed out on the sofa, but Corey wasn’t there. Shrugging it off, you headed for the kitchen. You had known Corey since you were 5 years old, you didn’t think it mattered if you ran into him in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, the man was in the kitchen getting something from the fridge. He heard you walk in and sent you a small smile.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, then he showed you the snack he had in his hand. “I brought it.”

“Honestly, Corey, I don’t really give a shit if you eat our food.” He gave a soft laugh and stepped out of your way. “But no, I can’t sleep. I fell asleep super early. What about you, why are you awake?”

“Your brother snores like the devil, how could anybody sleep near him?” You laughed this time and raided the refrigerator, though you were quickly reminded that you lacked a bra. “So, how have you been?” He asked, leaning against the counter across from you. “How’s school? How’s your boyfriend?”

“School is fine. I’m excited to be done, honestly. As soon as this year is over I graduate. But that’s also kind of scary, honestly.” You sighed and shut the fridge with nothing in your hand. “And my boyfriend? He’s a cheating piece of shit.”

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’d rather know now that he and my friend were secretly fucking the whole time than marry him and have to find out then.” You turned, crossing your arms over your chest beforehand, and looked at him. You sent him a small smile. “So, what about you? Any pretty girls you’re talking to?”

“I’m talking to one now.” You laughed.

“I meant in general, dingbat.” He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head as he looked down.

“Not really, I’m not exactly the most popular guy in town.” You were quiet. “You, your brother and my parents are pretty much the only people I ever talk to.”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “Well, you know you’re always welcome around here. Even if my brother isn’t around, I like hanging out with you, too.” He sent you another small smile.

“Well, I like hanging out with you, too. I appreciate it, really.”

“Do you ever get lonely?” You asked, slowly walking beside the man and leaning against the counter beside him. “I’m sure it really… sucks.”

“It’s hard to get too lonely. Your brother texts me a lot. I know that… not everybody hates me, but…” He stopped talking and looked down again. You decided to drop the conversation.

“Well, I was supposed to go to this concert with my friend you know, but she’s a two-faced, backstabbing road-whore who blew my boyfriend in a Wendy’s bathroom at 2 in the morning, so… maybe you wanna go with me?”

“Road whore, really?” He chuckled. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s funny.” You shrugged. “Like I said, I’m just glad I found out now.”

“Why don’t you ask your brother to go with you?”

“Maybe… I wanted to go with you.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because, I like you.” Gently, you bumped your shoulder into his arm and made him smile. “I know you were always kind of my brothers friend, but I feel like since we’re so close in age we started to kind of become friends, too.” Your cheeks flushed quickly. "Unless I was wrong—“

“God, no,” he was quick to cut you off, “You aren’t wrong. We’re friends, too.” Relief flushed over your whole body. “It just… isn’t great publicity to be hanging around me so much.”

“Who fucking cares what those simple-minded dickwads think about you anyways, Corey.” You scoffed, shocking the man. “You’re a hot guy who rides a motorcycle now.”

“I appreciate you a lot, and I really don’t want to sound like a dick, but you couldn’t ever understand what it’s like for an entire town to look at you like they wish you never came home.” His tone was soft, so was his sigh. “I think it would have been easier on everybody if somebody killed me in prison.”

“It wouldn’t have been easy on my brother. Or me.” You added quietly. “My parents like you, they always have. One day things won’t suck so bad. You’ll be away from here eventually.”

“And what, leave you?” He joked. “You look cold.” He was simply changing the subject, but you worried he had seen your hardened nipples when you moved. You quickly tightened your arms across yourself.

“A little bit.”

“Why didn’t you get a blanket?”

“I didn’t think anybody would be awake and it would be a quick trip.” You moved away from him and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a sleeve of crackers and getting a drink from the fridge. “You think you’re gonna be up for awhile?” Corey watched you until you turned around.

“Probably. I was thinking I’d go to your brothers room. It’s at least quieter in there.” You gave a soft laugh and shut the fridge.

“If you’re going upstairs anyways, could you possibly carry this for me?” You grabbed a second snack from the cabinet and gestured to your drink. Not only did you want to continue talking to the man, but you weren’t sure what you wanted to eat and both of the things you chose sounded good.

“Sure.” He grabbed the drink and followed you, creeping quietly past your brother. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, nor did your brother ever know about Corey’s crush on you or your mutual shared feelings for him (or the joking flirting that the two of you frequently engaged in), but Corey had always worried that your brother might not like the two of you spending so much time alone together. Especially not in your room.

The two of you made it to the top of the stairs, then to your room where it was warm. Corey gave a soft sigh as he set your drink down on the nightstand.

“God, it’s warm in here.” You giggled and nodded.

“I get cold.”

“I guess you do,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a small grin on your face. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, I’m good.” You smiled at him. “You know, if you want, you can stay. I was gonna watch a movie. If the heat doesn’t kill you.” Corey gave a soft laugh and looked at your bed almost hesitantly. “I don’t bite.”

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“What, do you?” You teased the man who’s face was quick to flush.

“No.” He said with a slight laugh, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your cheeks were quick to warm now as a short moment of silence washed over the two of you.

“Uh, well… I’m gonna watch something, so… feel free to stay if you want.”

“And sit… here?” He asked, looking back to your bed. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Would… would he get upset?”

“Well… I don’t think so?” You frowned. “You can always just shut the door if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That feels… sneaky.”

“What, you’ve never been sneaky before?”

“Not with you.” You hesitated for a second.

“Well it’s not like you want to be sneaky with me, so it shouldn’t matter, right?” Corey stared at you for a second. “What?” He shook his head and turned to shut the door.

“Nothing.”

“Well then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Yeah, yeah— no, I mean no, it shouldn’t be… a problem.” You raised an eyebrow at the man.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You patted the spot on the bed next to you.

“You could tell me.”

“I’ve never… been alone with you in a room with the door closed.” Instead of sitting with you, Corey anxiously shifted his weight to his other leg.

“Okay…?”

“I mean… call me crazy but there’s something… here, isn’t there?” You frowned.

“In my room?”

“No—“ he huffed, “I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong.”

“Well, wait— explain it to me a little bit.”

“Are we not always flirting with each other?” He seemed to blurt out. “Am I making it up?” You sighed and looked down. “Goddammit, now I made things weird.” He rubbed his eyes and gave a defeated sigh as his shoulders slumped. “Look, I’m sorry— I misread the situation. I’m just gonna go back to your brothers room.”

“No, hey— wait.” You stood up and walked towards the man, but you stopped a few feet away from him. “Okay— yes, you’re right. We are sort of always flirting with each other, but I didn’t… I’m not great at this whole… thing.”

“What thing?”

“My boyfriend cheated on me because I don’t know how to do the whole emotions thing and she did.”

“No, he cheated on you because he was a sneaky piece of shit.”

“Okay, that too,” you agreed, “But… you get my point.” He nodded softly. “I wouldn’t have ever known how to just tell you that I thought you were attractive.” He was quiet for a second before he spoke again.

“Well, you just did.” Your face was hot as you avoided eye contact with him. “I guess I’m not exactly one to talk.”

“We’re kind of a mess here, huh?” You laughed.

“I guess we are.”

“I didn’t mean anything weird by this, you know.” You added. “Bringing you in here. I didn’t want to… make you think anything like that. I think you’re cute but I really do like you, Corey. I know that… after everything happened you kinda pulled away, but I’ve never thought anything less of you.”

“I know. But I still think maybe you should.”

“That’s dumb. I’ve known you since I was 5. I think if anybody has good reason to trust you, it’s both my brother and I.”

“Do you ever think that something like this would make you out to be a bad guy, too?” You frowned. “Don’t you already get enough shit for being friends with me?” Despite his now tougher demeanor, Corey reminded you now of the little boy he once was. “What you want to go out with me or hold my hand and then what? Everybody would hate you, too.”

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’ve never really given a shit what people think about me.” You spoke softly at the man that was slowly getting more emotional. “Come on, Corey— I was friends with someone everybody told me not to be. I dated someone that everybody called sneaky.”

“And now what, you want to be seen with a murderer?”

“Because I have a crush on some guy that has to immediately make it bad?”

“Maybe.”

“I get that it’s hard on you, Corey, but I don’t care what they think. About you, about me, about my brother, about my ex— it’s never mattered to me and I really don’t think that it ever will.”

“You’re going to make a martyr of yourself.” You laughed.

“That’s not how that’s used properly.”

“You know what I meant.”

“I know.”

“Then just… stop it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You should.”

“Corey, since when in the 15 plus years of knowing me have I ever done what I should do?” He gave a soft laugh and shook his head.

“Maybe once.”

“Exactly.”

“This could be twice.”

“Or maybe you could just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Things were quiet for a second, Corey looked shocked, you were almost about to apologize when he finally took a couple of steps closer to you and leaned in to kiss you. Part of you was shocked, but you were quick to grasp at his shirt and kiss him back. Corey’s warm hand gently cupped your face as he gave a shaky exhale against your mouth.

It was a soft, quick kiss, but when he pulled back, Corey stayed close. So close that you could still feel his shaky breath on your lips.

“I’m so shocked you had the balls to do that.” You teased the man who laughed and gave your cheek the slightest slap.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” You gave a soft laugh before you did what he asked and pressed your lips to his. Corey gave a soft hum, and between kisses muttered to you. “You’re doing what you’re told to do. Shocker.”

“Mmm, shut up.” You mumbled back between quick kisses. Corey gave a soft hum but did what you said, reaching his hand down to hold your waist when the kiss got more feverish than before. Your fingers held onto his shirt tight, as if he was going to pull away or disappear at any second. In consolation, the hand that held your face now rested on top of your hand on his shirt. A silent way of letting you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

Corey pulled back and looked at the door.

“You don’t think your brother is going to wake up, do you?” With a soft hum, you shook your head.

“Usually when he’s out, he’s out for the night. But if you’re so worried you could always lock the door.”

“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.” He joked, though he did finally let you go to lock the door. You sat on the edge of your bed as he turned around and looked at you. Sending him a smile, you seemed to entice him back to you as you rested back on your hands. He moved to sit beside you on the bed and gave a soft sigh. “Remember when I said I didn’t want to be sneaky?” You gave a soft laugh and nodded.

“And look at you now.” You sat up and looked at him. “We could always just unlock the door, open it, and watch a movie.”

“God, no.” You laughed again at the desperate tone he gave you and moved to straddle his waist.

“Then I guess we’ll keep kissing.” You pressed your lips back to his, this time wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Corey immediately leaned into the kiss, grasping your waist with his hands and giving you a gentle squeeze. You decided to do something a little bold and leaned in close enough to press your chest against his. Corey gave a tiny sound into the kiss, inching his hand slightly up your waist.

Despite how short of a time the two of you had been this close, it didn’t feel close enough. Your hand slid up into Corey’s hair and gave it a gentle tug. This time, he moved his hand up and cupped it around your bare breast over your shirt. You gave a shaky exhale into the kiss when he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly as he pulled back from the kiss.

“More than okay.” You kissed him again. “Touch me anywhere you want.” Corey gave an almost embarrassed laugh into the kiss.

“Don’t tell me that.” You smiled, reached for his hand and cupped it around your other breast.

“Really, Corey— wherever you want. I bet I want it, too.” Corey leaned in and kissed you this time, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze and earning a content moan from you. He slid one of his hands down your body, then his fingers started to gently fiddle with the waistband of your pants. You nearly had a chill run down your spine at the thought of Corey’s fingers down your underwear. After all, you’d told him to touch you anywhere.

You shifted on his lap as Corey slid his hand around your back and grasped at your butt. You gave a soft gasp into the kiss, earning a cute little chuckle from him before he kissed you again. This time he slid his tongue along your bottom lip. You leaned into the man, chest pressing back against him. Corey reached back and steadied himself back onto his elbows, leaning you backwards on his lap. You shifted against him and earned a soft moan from him into the kiss.

Corey shifted onto his back beneath you, then slid his hands along your legs and up your shirt. Pulling away from the kiss, you leaned back and adjusted against the man. You purposely wiggled your hips a bit and earned a shaky exhale from him. You gave a soft giggle when he sent you a feigned dirty look. He gulped when you slid your shirt right up beneath your breasts.

“Should I take it off?” He nodded, but you didn’t take it off. Instead, you gave a soft hum and eyed the man as if you wanted him to answer you— so he did.

“Yes, take it off.” With a little smirk, you slid the shirt the rest of the way off. Corey sat up on his elbows and flicked his gaze between your face to your breasts. “Fuck, it’s getting hotter in here looking at you like this.” You gave a soft laugh and reached down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

“Maybe you should take this off.”

“I think I agree,” he sat up enough to strip his shirt off and let it fall to the side and off the bed entirely. You sent him a smile and leaned in to kiss him. His hand rested on your bare back as he kissed you back. “Your brother would kill me if he found out about this.”

“Nobody said he had to find out about it right now.” Corey gave a soft hum and leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. “Or maybe ever.”

“I’d rather he never find out I fucked his little sister when he was asleep on the sofa.” You hummed in agreement as he leaned back to meet your gaze. “I guess… we’re just kissing.” You smirked lightly at the man.

“Nobody said we had to stop.”

“You know what, if they did, you wouldn’t listen.” He teased.

“No, I wouldn’t.” You leaned back in to kiss him again. This time, Corey was quiet. He brought you snug up against him again and pulled you back down so you were on top of him while he laid down. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, earning a soft sound from Corey again. Your fingers fiddled with the sheets by his head while Corey gripped tightly at your side.

Then, all of the sudden, you were rolled over and trapped beneath the man. You laughed as he pulled back and adjusted on top of you. He sent you a smile and wrapped your leg around his waist.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just can’t believe it.” You said as Corey leaned back in to kiss along your neck. “I think 13 year old me would be screaming right now if she found out I got to be half-naked beneath my middle school crush.” Corey gave a soft laugh and gently nipped at your skin, making you gasp.

“I think she is right now and that’s why you’re acting this way.” Teasingly, he licked along your skin to your jaw, pressed a quick kiss, and then pulled back. “What do you think?” He asked, but you could tell he didn’t mean about your previous comment. “If you want, we can do more. We could also stop.”

"I don’t wanna stop.”

“Do you wanna keep kissing?”

“Definitely.”

“Do you want to keep these on?” He asked, fingers tracing past your stomach and curling around the waistband of your pants. With a gulp, you shook your head. Corey was waiting for you to speak like you’d made him do before. Flushed, you looked down at his hand.

“I don’t want to keep them on.” He gave a soft sound in acknowledgment and moved a bit, hooking his other fingers in your waistband and easily sliding the sweatpants off when you lifted your hips. Corey sent you a wink when you realized he was taking your underwear off, too. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as he tossed them to the side. “Well, now what?”

“Now I get to keep kissing you.” Corey said matter-of-factly, however he adjusted the pants that he was still wearing. They looked uncomfortably tight. This was the first time you had seen the bulge in his pants.

“Maybe you should take those off.” You suggested, eyes still trained on the bulge in his pants. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“God, yes I would.” Corey hummed and kissed you again.

“Then take ‘em off.” His fingers slid down your side and to your thigh. His fingers grasped tight at your skin as he wrapped your leg back around his waist. “Not gonna do it?” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “Too scared?” He teased, pressing soft little kisses down to your chest.

“Well now I can’t reach you.” He met your eyes as he took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck. You gave a soft whine at the sensation and shifted beneath him. “Maybe… you don’t really want me to, hm?”

“And why wouldn’t I want that?”

“I don’t know, why wouldn’t you?” He leaned back up to press a kiss to your lips before he grasped your hand and placed it against his bulge.

“Then take ‘em off if neither of us know why.” Corey leaned back down to press a few scattered kisses to your neck while you blindly fiddled with the button and zipper. Your fingers were damn near shaking. His warm skin against yours was enough to drive you crazy. Feeling him was enough to drive you crazy. But seeing him? You weren’t sure what that was going to do to you.

Finally, he pulled away and started to strip his pants off, though he did leave his boxers on. You seemed to huff at that and made him laugh.

“You gotta be patient.”

“Patience was never my virtue.” He gave a soft ‘hm’ and tossed his pants aside, but this tine he leaned down and wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

“Maybe I should teach you.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to your thigh right after he said that. There was a sort of mischievous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. Then, he turned his head to press a few kisses along your other leg. All the way from your hip to your knee, then back to your inner-thigh, where he suddenly gave you a quick, hard bite. You gasped and jerked against him, but Corey was strong. He held you in place and sent you a cute grin. “You alright? Maybe I should have warned you.”

“I’m fine.” You peeked down at the mark on your thigh. “That’s gonna leave a little mark tomorrow.”

“Looks like you cant prance around in those short little shorts that you like to tease me with so much.”

“Oh, you know what I was doing then, huh?” You gave a small smile as he pressed a few more kisses along your skin.

“I had a slight idea. You weren’t so keen on those little shorts when we were younger. Then your ass started filling out and it just kinda seemed like you wanted me to look at it.” You sent him a mischievous smile but quickly bit your lip to bite it back.

“Me? Never. I’m innocent.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you are.” This was it, Corey finally pressed a little kiss to your clit. Then, finally, he gave your clit and slow lick. You gave a soft whine when he pulled back. “An innocent little angel, but you’re not patient and you sure seem to be enjoying this.”

“Quit that.” You giggled.

“Quit? I don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you gonna tease me all night?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s already so late.”

“Well, you already said you weren’t going to sleep. And I sure as hell don’t want to go to sleep if I could instead have my face between these pretty thighs of yours.” Corey pressed a quick kiss to both of your legs before leaning back in and giving your clit another teasing lick. You shifted against the man who held you snug against his face now. When his tongue started to tease you, you reached down and grasped at his hair.

Corey started to finally really give you the attention you were craving. Your eyebrows furrowed inwards and your head lid back on the bed as he gave your clit soft sucks and made you moan out beneath your breath. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he sucked on your clit and moved one of his hands to tease your entrance. You wiggled against him again, but this time he didn’t try to stop you. He teased you with the tip of his middle finger a few times before he finally started to push it inside of you.

“Oh, fuck…” You mumbled, glancing back at the door. You were so paranoid that your brother was going to catch you, but as Corey curled his finger gently inside of you and started to tease you with his pointer finger as well, you nearly forgot that he was even downstairs asleep on the sofa.

Corey shifted against the bed, pulling you close as he sucked continuously on your clit, occasionally teasing you with his tongue and making you whine for him to keep going.

Eventually, Corey was easily pumping two of his fingers inside of you, occasionally spreading them a bit to open you up some more. You pressed your head back into the mattress and tried to stay quiet as you moaned. You were certain that you had never been this turned on before. Your nipples ached for attention that Corey wasn’t giving them, so you reached up with your free hand and gently rolled your left nipple between your fingers.

Corey gave a teasing hum when he saw that, but he kept licking your clit and making you moan. He swore every sound you made only seemed to make him throb harder against the bed for you. Sometimes he’d adjust or grind against the bed for a little bit of stimulation while he was working to get you off. But truth be told, he didn’t care much for his own pleasure right now.

“God, you are so fucking good at that.” Corey met your gaze for a second before you looked away again and laid your head back. A soft moan left you as you tugged on his curly hair. Corey didn’t seem to mind, letting you do whatever you pleased without even a grunt in complaint. Corey moaned quietly as he shifted against the bed. “I think letting the sexual tension between us build up was a good idea.” You joked. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever and it’s just as good as I had hoped it would be.” He gave a hum in agreement and pulled back only to give a quick comment.

“I have been waiting for this moment for forever.” You whined and shifted against him when he went back to teasing your clit. “God, you are so wet.” He mumbled against you as his fingers easily moved inside of you. Corey teased you with a third finger. “I think I could fit my whole hand in here.”

“Then I’m sure the very large bulge in your pants will fit just fine.” He gave a soft chuckle and pulled back.

“And what would you do if it didn’t?”

“I’d probably cry.” He laughed, moving so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, and leaned in to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back, pulling him down on top of you again. Corey, even after a whole day, still smelt fantastic. Slightly musky with a hint of cinnamon, you dared to guess. Corey adjusted himself against you and in the meantime gently grinded his bulge against your clit, earning a soft little moan from you against his mouth.

Corey did the same thing again just to make you moan again. When he was successful, he continued to gently rub himself against you.

“God, it feels so big.” He pulled back with a soft, content sigh, and sent you a sweet gaze.

“What do you think you wanna do?” You chewed on the inside of your lip for a moment, taking a quick glance down before you met his eyes again.

“Well, I could suck on it.”

“You don’t have to.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I could just fuck you until you can’t breathe.” Your face went hotter than it had all night as you stammered out a meek response. “Is that a yes?” He teased. “Do you think you’re ready?”

“We might need some of my lube. It’s in the top drawer of my dresser if you wanna get it.” He gave a soft nod and got up, feeling a little uncomfortable digging through your drawers. He was always taught to not go through someone (especially a woman’s) things. His mom didn’t ever want him digging around in her stuff.

Corey found the lube, though beside it was a little vibrator.

“I don’t suppose you’re against the concept of me using a vibrator on you since there’s one right here, are you?” You were noticeably embarrassed, but you shook your head nevertheless.

“I’m not against it.”

“Do you want to right now?”

“Sure.” Corey slid your dresser drawer shut, bringing over and handing you the lube and the vibrator. Before he got back on the bed, he stripped his boxers off. Your jaw dropped before he caught your eye and laughed at you. “Jesus…” You mumbled, leaning up on your hands. “It’s huge.”

“Biggest you’ve had or something?”

“By far.”

“Well, with that luck, we may need this extra help from the vibrator.”

“Or it’ll just make me squeeze you tighter.”

“Yeah, that works, too.” Corey grabbed the vibrator and turned it on the lowest setting. He moved closer to you, though you were still distracted looking at his cock. You attention was quickly brought to his handsome face when he pressed the vibrator to your clit. “I’ve never done this before. Is this good?” You gave a soft nod. “Maybe when I’m fucking you, you can use it on yourself.” You nodded again. “Does this feel good.” You nodded and gave a soft whine as he laughed at you.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“It feels so good.”

“Yeah, it feels good?” He hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips as you nodded again. “What do you think, are you ready for me to put some lube on my cock and fuck you?” Swallowing hard, you nodded your head. “Hold onto this for me.” You brought your hand down and held onto the vibrator while he grabbed the lube and pulled back. “You’re probably better at it than I am anyways.” He said, watching you close your eyes and wiggle your hips against the small vibrator. He sighed quietly and set the lube aside as he inched closer on his knees and grabbed onto your legs by the back of your knees. “Come here.” You let him pull you against him and laughed, making him smile as he lined himself up at your entrance.

“Do you think it’s gonna hurt?”

“I don’t have a vagina.”

“So… maybe?”

“I’ve never gotten any complaints, per se.”

“Fuck, just do it.”

“I’ll go slow.” He promised, gently pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. Your fingers grasped tight at the bedsheets beside you as you closed your eyes. “If it hurts too much, just tell me. I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly and moved the vibrator around your clit. Corey wiped the excess lube on his hand off on his leg and reached for the frame of the bed while he slowly worked himself inside of you.

Every little sound you made and every time you clenched around him it made Corey ache for you. As he promised, he kept his movements decently slow as he got you adjusted to his size inside of you. You moaned out as quiet as you could when he fully pushed himself inside of you. He gave a soft exhale and sent you a smile.

“You doing alright?”

“I’m okay.”

“Tell me when I can move.” You nodded gently and waited a moment to adjust before you looked back at him.

“I think I’m good.” He nodded, staying slow as he moved, but starting to work towards pumping himself inside of you at a steady pace. You laid your head back and bit your lip, trying to stay quiet as he began to really fuck you. Adding the vibrator onto how much he was stretching you out and how deep he was with every thrust inside of you, it was hard not to want to scream his name out. Corey leaned in closer, pressing down onto his elbow and reaching to tease your nipple with his hand. “Fuck, Corey— you’re making it hard to be quiet.”

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll just cover your mouth.” He said simply. You reached up, finding another solution as you moaned out, and brought his face towards yours. You kissed the man who was quick to give into it without any complaints. Your moans were muffled against his mouth as he picked up the pace when he felt less resistance from you. It was obvious you weren’t a virgin, but you were very tight around him. “God, you feel so good.”

“I was just gonna tell you the same thing.” He gave a soft hum and leaned down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder while your hand grasped at his arm. “Fuck, I think you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Jesus, it’s been so long I think I might, too.”

“Then you should definitely cum inside of me.” You said. “It’s fine to.” He hummed softly, acknowledging you, yet only giving a soft moan by your ear a second later. Everything he was doing was making it hard for you to think as you wiggled against him and turned your vibrator up a speed. “Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly. Your hand reached up to grab at Corey’s hair and gave it a light tug. “Oh, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” You were trying to be quiet, but you gave a few whiny moans as he edged you close to an orgasm. “Fuck, Corey, fuck— I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You bit your lip hard and laid your head back, hand holding tightly onto Corey’s hair.

A few thrusts after you had cum, Corey came inside of you. He gave a heavenly moan by your ear as he did, giving you a couple soft thrusts before he stopped and took a moment to breathe. He pressed his forehead against yours and gave a soft chuckle.

“I can’t fucking believe I just came inside of you.” You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. One he leaned into even after you pulled back.

“I can’t believe it either, but god am I happy about it.”

With a soft sigh, Corey laid down beside you and pulled the sheet up onto both of you. You moved closer and leaned into the man who nearly immediately wrapped his arm around you and let you get as close as you could.

“Well, that was fun after all.”

“That was a lot of fun.” You looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. It was late, but you didn’t want him to leave you yet.

“Hey Corey?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay with me for a little bit?”

“Of course I will.”

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A soft snore came from beside you as you shifted awake. With a soft groan, you looked at the man beside you and smiled lightly. The lights in your room were still on, you were both still naked, and Corey was still holding you just like he had been before.

You shifted against him and stretched your back out, seeming to stir the man from his light slumber. He yawned, reaching up to stretch his arms out with a groan before he rubbed his eyes and looked at you.

“Fuck, it wasn’t a dream.” You laughed and shook your head.

“It sure wasn’t.”

“What time is it?” You gave a soft hum and reached for your phone.

“Oh, shit— it’s 8.”

“AM?” He nearly jumped out of the bed. “Fuck—“ Just as he went to grab his shirt, your door handle jiggled.

“Hey, (y/n)? Are you awake?” Your brother called. “I can’t find Corey.” You looked at Corey who was trying to put his clothes on as quietly and quickly as possible. “Is he in there? Do you know where he is?” You quickly tossed your pajamas on while Corey finally put his shirt on and went to open the door. You feigned a yawn, as if he had just woken up as Corey headed for the door.

“I don’t know why the door was locked,” you said as you opened it. Your brother looked between the two of you real quick and then smiled.

“It’s okay. Watch a movie?”

“Yeah, guess we fell asleep.” You said stepping out of the way for Corey.

“What’s up?”

“You wanna go get coffee and donuts? You can come, too.” He said, giving your shoulder a slap.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me brush my teeth and I’ll be right down.” Corey agreed.

“Sound good.” Your brother turned but then hesitated. “Hey, you know Corey, you should really put your shirt on the right way next time.” You looked at the man beside you and sure enough, his shirt was on backwards.

“Fuck.” He mumbled.

“See you guys downstairs.”

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honeyhatake · 1 year

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The Monster Trio When you Tell Them You’re Cold

I thought this would be cute, hope you guys like! (ft. Luffy, Zoro and Sanji)

Luffy’s a little oblivious, so he’s confused when you tell him you’re cold. Like, “okay??? Just put on a jacket then!” He doesn’t really understand why you’re telling him this. You would kinda have to spell it out for him. Especially if you weren’t romantically involved just yet. You’d probably straight up have to ask him for his coat, or to put his arm around you. He’d laugh and think you were being weird at first, but then once you explain to him what you want he’d be super happy to help. "So you want me to keep you warm then? Okay! Come here!" He’d then proceed to pull you into him and move your legs over his lap, holding you close. Maybe he’d even wrap his arms around you a couple times just to make sure you stay warm. If you weren’t wearing one already he’d even give you his hat to keep your head warm, that’s only if he trusts you though. Lastly, if you were romantically involved he’d kiss your cold nose and cheeks several time until they’d heat up. He’d also laugh at you if he caught you blushing. “Shishishi, you like it when I kiss you like that don’t you?”

With Zoro it’s not that he’s oblivious necessarily, it’s just more so that he doesn’t care. When you tell him you’re cold he knows exactly why your next to him and telling him this. Knowing full well you’re capable of getting a jacket and warming up yourself. If you guys are just friends, he’ll probably just brush you off. “Go bother someone else, do I look like a furnace to you?” He probably wouldn’t help you unless you were on the verge of frost bite. Though if you happened to be romantically involved with him, he’d help you but he’d pretend like he doesn’t want to. You may need to guilt trip him by threatening to go cuddle Sanji though. With that he’d immediately grab you and pull you down to him. Grumbling as he sits you in his lap and wraps you in his coat. “I can keep you warmer than that filthy cook ever could…” Zoro would make sure to hold onto you tight and would probably have you bury your face in his chest or neck. Don’t be surprised if he ends up falling asleep like this. Secretly Zoro always loves any opportunity that means you being close to him.

Honestly you wouldn’t even have to ask Sanji. If it’s cold at all he’ll already be offer you his coat. It doesn’t matter if you’re romantically involved or not, especially if you’re a woman. He’ll be looking out for you before you even get a chance to say anything. Though if that’s not enough, and you still need some extra heat from him, he’d gladly oblige. If you were romantically involved I could see him going the extra mile and making you something hot to eat or drink to keep you warm. At some point he’d probably recommend skin to skin contact, so don’t be surprised. “You know they say you warm up faster when you cuddle naked!” Regardless on if you took him seriously or not, he’d make sure to have you close. Sitting you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He’d have several blankets wrapped around the both of you and would continuously pepper you with kisses. Eventually nuzzling his nose into you and making sure you’re staying nice and toasty. “Is this helping my love, should we get more blankets?” If you did happen to go the "no clothes" route, then you’d probably end up finding a different way to warm up.

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Crimeboys it is.

And would you know it, it be a fluffy Crimeboys prompt with an instinct driven Giant Wilbur and a human Gremlin Tommy.

The prompt starts with Wilbur not letting Tommy go as he woke up with instinct begging for him to take Tommy everywhere he goes.

Tommy tries to bite Wilbur's fingers so he can put him down but Wilbur ain't buggin anytime soon.

Anywhere Wilbur goes, Tommy is right there since Wilbur isn't letting him go.

Like you can have Wilbur be at work and he still brings Tommy with him as an example.

Just make it as fluffy as you can, you can add anything you want.

If you're up to make this prompt then pog, that is if you want to do it.

Also, if you wanna send me a random g/t prompt that u have, go for it.

Quack

This has been in my inbox since I joined Tumblr.

Orchid gorgeous!!!!!!!!! I've rewritten this twice!!!! It took me awhile as I got stuck at one point BUT! I had a new idea today so while its short, I'm very happy with it! I hope I did the prompt justice and you like it!!!

Mine to hold close

cw: mcyt g/t , soft, fluffy, tiny tiny death mention. Words: 607 [One shot]

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

“Can you put me down you prick?! I’m not gonna freeze I swear!!!” Tommy said with huff as Wilbur scooped him up.

“After the last time it snowed? I don’t think so.” Wilbur responded as he tucked the little human close to his chest.

“But Wiiiiiiilllll!! I’m not even outside this time!” The giant always tended to get extra clingy around this time of year. His instincts in high gear and on Tommy the second he was awake, worried that Tommy wasn’t warm enough. Tommy didn’t blame him though. Not when he literally met Wilbur in the midst of a snow storm. He hadn’t meant to lose the trail and get stranded in Giant territory, but stuff like that always seemed to follow the Great Tommy Danger Kraken Innit! He’s just lucky that the giant had found him in the snow before he became a frozen popsicle. And even luckier that this Giant didn’t eat humans. So yes, Tommy understood that Wilbur was going to be a little extra cautious about him almost dying of Hypothermia again. But he didn’t have to be so damn cuddly and touchy all the f***** time!!

“Wilbur I’m fine! I’m not gonna get cold! The fires going and keeping everything nice and toasty warm, so stop being a d*** and put me down!!” Tommy said as he squirmed in Wilbur’s hold.

“Tommy. You are literally the most chaotic little gremlin I’ve ever seen. If I put you down, I guarantee you’ll be screaming for help in less than five minutes trying not to freeze your a** off!!” In retaliation, Tommy started biting and scratching at Wilbur’s hand. It didn’t hurt of course, but Wilbur found it cute watching the attempt at escape. He loved Tommy like a brother and ever since he found him had sworn to protect him no matter what, his instincts often being a little overbearing at keeping the chaotic child safe. And if that meant holding onto him for hours at a time, then he’d happily oblige. So what if he had to do his work with one less hand? He’d take holding Tommy any day. That and his instincts kept screaming at him to keep the human close.

After a few minutes Tommy eventually resigned himself to his fate and just chilled in Wilbur’s hand. Though he’d never admit it, he secretly loved it when Wilbur would hold him. He felt safe knowing nothing could hurt him when he was with the giant. He didn’t have to worry about anything and could just be content with his pseudo brother. Staying with the giant being the best decision of his life after their first initial meeting.

Tommy stayed in Wilbur’s hand all day. They chatted while Wilbur did his chores, Wilbur singing songs to Tommy, Tommy sharing wacky insane ideas with Wilbur, all the while the giant's instincts to keep the human close not faltering once. As day turned to dusk and dusk turned to night, Tommy eventually curled up in Wilbur’s hand. Snuggling in as he fell asleep, hugging one of Wil’s fingers close. Wilbur had to resist the urge to coo at the small sleeping human in his hand. Tommy was so small, so fragile but you’d never guess he had such a boisterous personality and was as lively as what he is. Slowly and carefully, Wilbur made his way to bed, getting in and tucking the human close to his heart. He sighed contently knowing nothing could hurt his brother, his instincts finally satisfied.

“Good night Tommy.” Wilbur whispered quietly as he drifted off to sleep. The brothers comfortable in each other’s warm embrace.\

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO I MADE ANOTHER FIC!!!!! THAT'S 2/3 POSTED!!!!!

I swear I'm still writing the other fic! I swear! I swear! I swear!!! It's gonna be worth the time its taking! PROMISE

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starr-finn · 1 year

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Hi girlie what's up :>

Headcanons for how Sokol, Dallas, Hoxton and Bain sleep with their s/o?

(sleep with as in, zzzzzzz)

Hiiiiiii!!! I'd love to write this for you!! hope you don't mind but I decided to throw in Wolf and Houston to make this more interesting!

Prompt: how Dallas, wolf, Houston, Hoxton, Sokol, and Bain sleep with their S/O

Author's note/ warnings???: Absolute fluff, literally tooth-rotting, absolutely nothing but fluffy stuff ngl, mentions of the web series, and Dallas' day job in his (aka manager at first world bank, imma say he only works there on Saturdays and Sundays, weekdays he's on heists)

Dallas

Homeboy is a workaholic

but when he knocks out, he is fucking out

So, when you do drag him to bed, he's out in seconds

normally, you're laying on his chest, his arm wrapped around you

Normally, it's super quiet, like super quiet, so quiet you can hear every little sound outside and inside, it's weird

Dallas doesn't care about how you sleep, as long as you're with him tbh

ok, so he sleeps with one of those super thick weighted blankets, why? because they tend to be warm and he likes that

hope you like being toasty in the middle of the night cuz oh god-

sleeps with the AC on tho, at least he does you that courtesy

he wakes up at 6 on days he works at the bank, 8 on days he works on heists

all and all, he's cuddly when he's sleepy

Wolf

Wolf is normally in bed by around 10-12, he will drag you to bed when he's sleepy, so I hope you have a schedule in place

he either sleeps laying on top of you or with his arm wrapped around you

bro sleeps with the AC on the coldest setting it can be on and then he has like 2 thick blankets, bro didn't have 2 blankets before, when you moved in tho, he bought like 8 super thick blankets

he wants you to be comfy after all ❤️

he sleeps in his boxers because fuck pajamas tbh

does not care if you sleep in your underwear

he drools in his sleep, also growls sometimes, and just makes noise in his sleep

bro is also a fighter in his sleep

he tries not to flop all over you, but if your fine with it, he'll probably lay on your chest

he's so soft with you tho

Houston

Now this boy is so nervous to sleep with you at any point

so, how do you handle it? his arm is tucked under your head and you're just snuggled into his chest

He's so shy about it, like omg this cute ass man blushes like a damn fool every time you snuggle into him

he sleeps with a thin ass blanket, but he has the heat on, he normally keeps his house pretty cool, but his room is incredibly warm, its super cozy

he has like 5 water bottles on both bedside tables because when he sleeps, he sleeps like a rock

he also rolls around a lot while sleeping, pretty boi here happens to wake up laying on your stomach

this dude sleeps in a tank top and sweatpants

He wakes up at 7:30 because he runs on a very, VERY tight schedule, he will not make you follow it through, wake up whenever he doesn't mind

he talks in his sleep, it's cute to hear

he also stays in bed an extra 30 minutes just to stare at your sleeping face, he thinks you look adorable

Hoxton

He sleeps whenever the hell he passes out

drag him to bed when you're ready to sleep, and he'll just stare at you, smiling like an idiot because he thinks your cute

Bros the big spoon, all the time, either with you facing him or facing away from him

he often hums to you while you sleep, maybe actually singing every so often, he has one he sings for you specifically he calls 'an angels lullaby'

he enjoys burying his face into your hair

he keeps the bedroom cool, its nice, and he has this nice fluffy white blanket he sleeps with

sleeps in his boxers and a tee shirt, he doesn't care what you sleep in

he snores a lot, not loudly, but he does snore

he wakes up at 6 am, normally he just stares at you until you wake up

when you do he's smiling like an idiot, he loves you

Sokol

Sokol has a weird sleep schedule, he sleeps early and wakes up at like 5 to go on a run, he's very strict about it

He'll drag you to bed at like 8, he normally accidentally wakes at 5, or when he takes a shower at 7 when he gets home

you eventually get used to his schedule

Anyways, he normally sleeps with both his arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest with your face buried in his neck

he normally hums you to sleep, running his fingers through your hair, kind of smiling to himself

he never really tired to get dressed for sleep, he doesn't care really

he tries to stay awake later to talk to you, but he just can't

he sleeps with an incredibly soft blanket, it feels so nice

more often than not he wakes up tangled into you, almost like as close as he can get is never close enough

he always kisses your forehead before he leaves to go on his morning run

Bain

oh lord he's not used to this

Bain is so anxious about cuddling with you, every night, even if its been years since you both god together

he sleeps cuddled up to you, he kisses your forehead every 10 seconds until he falls asleep

sleeps in a grey sweater, and red flannel pajama pants

he has the AC on, 24/7, because he's so hot all the time

he sleeps with weighted blankets, no reason why he just likes them

he's either laying on top of you/you laying on top of him, or he's on the exact opposite side of the bed, with no in-between

has a few knives next to his bed because he's paranoid

he spends a few hours on his phone in bed

he's normally asleep by 1 AM, despite having been in bed since 9 PM

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Eight

Masterlist

TW: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, self harm, and mention of past rape

Teshteal: *quietly* The guards wouldn’t even ask… I’ve been pinned against a wall so many times for that alone. *nuzzles her neck* I’m fine with cuddling…

Joyce: (Heart shatters into a million pieces when she hears that Teshteal was raped before. She cradles his head and rubs his back in slow circles, draping her leg back over him for extra security) “I’m so sorry that happened to you…” (Looks to the side for a minute, then down at him) “We can snuggle together all you’d like, I don’t mind. We can even take a nap together if we want.”

Teshteal: *softly, tearing up at the horrible memories* Thank you…

Jasmine: (Fusses in her sleep in the med room, her thumb having ended up in her mouth again. The shapes swirling in her dreams have gotten more darker and ominous, like they are looming over her)

Nick: *rubs her stomach and hushes her before singing the lullaby to her, hoping it helps her nightmare*

Jasmine: (The nightmares literally melt away when she hears the comforting lullaby and the motion of her stomach being rubbed deep in her sleep. The shapes start reverting back to gentle hues and softer angles, giving a more pleasant dreamy feel. She relaxes with her thumb still in her mouth, her other little hand clasping Nicks dress shirt)

Nick: *he’s gonna have that song burned into his hard drive by the time she’s woken up*

Jasmine: (She loves it though, it transports her to a more simpler and safer time in her life when she wasn’t living in crippling fear, depression, and self hatred)

Ma: (Is still ironing and mending up everyone’s clothes, making sure no hems or collars are frayed)

Joyce: (Thinks for a moment, then carefully speaks) “Would you like me to rub your back under your shirt? Mama tells me that skin-to-skin contact helps people with relaxation and relieves stress, it doesn’t have to be sexual or romantic in anyway. She says that’s why sometimes people these days can be so aggressive and mean spirited by default, they never had a proper hug or reassuring physical contact.” (Although some people are just plain evil and no amount of hugs and kisses can fix things)

Teshteal: *softly into her ear simply because it’s right there* I wouldn’t mind. *goes back to hiding his face in her neck. Timidly* Be gentle okay…?

Joyce: “Of course I will.” (Thinks back to how Donny and Ma do this for guidance, she doesn’t want to frighten Teshteal by being too rough or fast. She rubs her hands together and then pumps her right one into a fist multiple times just to make sure it’s warm) “I’m touching the bottom of your shirt and back now…” (Slightly lifts up his shirt so she can slip her incredibly soft and warm hand right hand under it, starting to massage a circular pattern that avoids his spine. She drapes her other arm around his shoulder and gently rubs his neck, listening intently to make sure he’s not uncomfortable)

Teshteal: *relaxes a little at her touch. There are raised and lowered ridges that mark where several scars from beatings that are still slowly healing. They used to be a lot bigger. Softly* If you have to remove my shirt, that’s understandable…

Joyce: (Quietly) “You can either roll it up or take it off or leave it like this, whatever makes you comfortable.” (Being extra gentle over any raised marks she feels, her heart twisting when she thinks about how he may have gotten them)

Donovan: (Come inside through the front door with a bundle of aged wood from the pile for the fireplace to heat up the living room as evening approaches. He walks into the living room where the fireplace is located by the sofa, walking slowly as not to startle Teshteal who seems to still be calming down from earlier)

Joyce: (Nods at Donny, giving him a half smile and wave)

Donovan: (Starts the fire for them, stoking it until it’s burning brightly so they both stay nice and toasty. He then rises and leaves to check on the animals again, honestly thinking that his sweet and nurturing little sister is only comforting a friend, not thinking more of it)

Teshteal: *decides it would be easier to take off his shirt, only moving his body and head to help get it off. After that it’s back to hiding his face away in her neck. Slightly darker lines, oddly smoother and more sunken in than the rest, zig zag and gather like massive veins along his back. Some of them seem to glow around where his tail starts*

Joyce: (Heart aches again for the poor gremlin man, knowing there’s probably a horrific story behind each and every mark. She moves her left hand down from his neck and starts rubbing his shoulder blades while her right hand focuses on his lower back. Her hands are very gentle with their movements, taking care not to cause any harsh pressure or pain) “Is this alright for you…? Am I too rough or too fast? Do you want me to remove my leg if it’s a bit much?”

Ma: (Comes out from the laundry room with an armful of clothes, passing by the two on her way upstairs to put the clothing away in the guest room. She takes out a double rolling clothes rack from her room and brings it to the corner in the guest room, putting the freshly pressed coats, jackets, shirts, and pants to hang. Everything else she puts in small bags and places on the dresser for their owners to collect later)

Gardio: *still working hard outside. He tosses some things in the bin, others for wood or scrap, but saves any mirelurk carapaces blown in to use for armor plating*

Teshteal: *almost melts at the tender rubs on his back* You’re doing just fine… *loving hum*

Joyce: “Good, let me know if anything is bothersome. I’ve never really done this before on someone else, it’s only been done for me by Donny or Ma.” (Gradually adds just a bit more pressure on any tense areas she feels, keeping it within a limit as to not hurt Teshteal. She tightens her leg and arms around him while turning her body slightly so he’s resting more on top of her, humming her favorite song to cause soothing vibrations)

Teshteal: *blushes slightly at the change of position and the hold she has on him with her arms and legs but trusts her enough to hold him like this. He breathes a very light moan of relief as the tension is released from a good few areas in his back*

Ma: (Comes back down the staircase to start on dinner for everyone, popping back into the med room to check on Jazzy and Nick another time before hand. She smiles warmly when she sees that the girl is fast asleep in her fathers arms) “Ah, you finally settled your little one down…”

Nick: *nods* Don’t suppose you could fetch her pipboy and the tape with the lullaby on it for me? Getting kinda tired of humming the same song on repeat.

Ma: “Of course.” (Leaves the med room and fetches Jasmines Pipboy from the guest room along with the lotion and her teddy bear. She returns and places the items on the table besides the chair, putting the lullaby tape on)

Jasmine: (It’s not one the same lullaby Nick was singing, but this cradle lullaby is still effective at keeping her calm in her dreams, it reminds her of her siblings and friends peacefully playing with her in their living room or piling together to sleep during a sleepover)

Ma: (Points to the cooler of IV fluids Donny had brought from the Harbor) “We can start giving her those instead of the blood as she’s still not drinking enough water or eating. I’m prepping dinner soon and I can whip up some porridge for her to eat later or bring another bottle of formula.”

Nick: *reaches for the cooler and takes out a bag of fluid. He hooks up a fresh line then flushes it and attaches the new bag*

Donovan: (Finally gets around to walking inside after a long day of doing manual labor, running to the Harbor and dealing with the idiots over there, and fretting about the Trappers. He enters through the lighthouse so he can rinse off in the shower stall and change out of his work clothes that smell like sea gunk and a barn. He’d work for longer but he might drop if he lifts another finger so it’s just best to call it a day. Besides, there’s still chores to do indoors that require less physical demand)

Gardio: *Doing his best to get as much done on the yard as possible. Feels he has to earn his keep*

Lucille: *if she knew how hard her dad was working she’d just feel more guilty about laying around in bed most of the day*

Joyce: (Happy and grateful that this seems to be working at helping him calm down, he feels less tensed up in her arms already. She continues to rub in circular motions along his skin while humming, closing her eyes as she breaths deeply in a pattern that she saw in a relaxation magazine)

Teshteal: *decides to kiss her neck a little. His tail wraps around them a little but it’s mostly slack*

Jasmine: (Stays asleep as Nick does the flush and the swap with only a quiet hum while her nose scrunches cutely)

Ma: (Glad that the teen didn’t awaken while Nick does this, she fears if the girl wakes up it will be difficult to put her back to sleep. Kinda like a newborn baby in a way) “Do you need anything before I leave to cook?”

Nick: *shakes his head in response*

Ma: (Starts to leave the med room) “I’ll be off then.” (Heads to the kitchen and washes her hands then dries them off on her apron, getting straight to work. She decides to make little bite sized chunks of steak served with a side of macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and a greens salad. She turns on the oven and gets all her ingredients and pans out, flicking on the radio for some background music)

Donovan: (Shrugs off all his work clothes and enters the shower, sighing at the hot water that streams out as he gives himself a quick scrub down)

Joyce: (Hums a different and softer note at the kisses, her eyes fluttering open to look down at Teshteal. She starts rubbing any knots or tension she can find in his shoulders with her palms and fingertips, still being extremely gentle)

Teshteal: *notices the shift in tone and stops. He doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not. He feels slightly more tense at that*

Joyce: (Gives him a light pat on the back to reassure him) “You’re fine Teshteal, it’s just no one has really been so truly sweet and caring with me to the point where I get butterflies in my stomach and get all rosy cheeked.” (Returns to massaging his shoulders while humming the same melody)

Teshteal: *smiles, lips still pressed against her skin* I could say the same for you, angel. *He goes back to gently kissing her neck*

Joyce: (Softly laughs between her hums, returning the smile as she looks at him under half lidded eyes) “I’m glad we feel the same…”

Donovan: (Finishes his shower and dries off throughly, dressing quickly. Instead of heading into the house section he chooses to climb the lighthouse until he gets to the little apartment at the top, finding it completely squeaky clean and spotless thanks to their guests having good manners. He grabs a leftover drink from the cabinets and starts slowly sipping, taking his binoculars and peering into them to give the area a quick once over in the dimming light)

Gardio: *still working outside to get as much done as possible, his glowing eyes helping him see in the dark. Once he gets as much of the yard as cleared as he possibly can, he takes the carapaces he found and starts trying to turn them into bulletproof armor or a form of chain mail*

Teshteal: *wonders if he should return the favor somehow. Surely she must be tense, too. Especially taking care of such a neurotic mess like him while having her own slew of issues. He starts slowly and gently massaging her shoulder and lower back through her shirt where he can, occasionally peppering her neck with more kisses*

Joyce: (Sighs with relief at the touch, she is a little sore and tense after today but not really due to Teshteal but her own stress that she has been dealing with. She’ll chat with Donny about it later, for now she can enjoy this moment)

Donovan: (Scans the waters for a long moment, taking another swing at his drink. No signs of boats of any kind, he won’t turn on the light tonight in order to not draw more attention. He only does this when there are actual boats in the water that may be lost or there is a raging storm as there was yesterday)

Ma: (Swaying and softly singing along to the radio as she chops cheese and sets the pasta and potatoes to boil. She wonders if maybe Nick can join them for dinner by leaving Jas on the sofa while remaining within her sights at the table, that is if she allows herself to be set down and if Joyce and Teshteal join them too)

Teshteal: *again, very careful with his hand placement. He stays in the range of her shoulders, back, and sometimes sides as he gives her massages, only increasing the pressure and preciseness of his fingers ever so slightly on a particularly tense and knotted up area. It’s the least he can do for all that she’s done for him. Softly with worry* Stop me if I’m pressing too hard. I don’t want to hurt you. *worried she might be pushing herself too hard after feeling how stiff her back truly is. Wonders how bad Jas’s is. Or Lucille’s. He doesn’t Even want to think about Gardio’s- the man lived through the apocalypse*

Gardio: *Lucille’s lack of taking breaks and working on a project to utter completion comes from him. He has not stopped working on the armor even as night falls. He whipes his brow, hammering chunks of mirelurk shell together to make a chest piece. Figures it’ll be light enough for Jas to use and it would be better than the leather armor she had on*

Dogmeat: *laying near the fireplace in the dog bed lazily*

Joyce: “Alright, I’ll let you know.” (Closes her eyes again because he’s doing so well) “Heh, you’re almost as good as Mama. She said she used to give in-home massages for rich folk in her town after working in her cafe for extra cash. I think that’s why we have so much bath stuff in storage.” (Smiles and jerks her head to the closet) “She has a massage table stored in there along with some prewar spa equipment. I think she almost had a heart attack seeing the blood soaked day spa on this Island.”

Teshteal: *smiles. It’s high praise* I try my best. *kisses her jaw and her neck again before focusing on the massage again. Softly, concern in his voice again* I know you love to help around here, but I’m worried you might be pushing yourself too hard. Try to take it easier on yourself, okay…? *kisses her neck again. He knows one thing that is important in this kind of thing- looking out for and taking care of each other. That part he’s absolutely certain about*

Jasmine: (Starts to slowly stir awake, taking her thumb out of her mouth as she yawns sleepily. Her head is still incredibly stuffy and she still feels burning hot on the inside, but she isn’t so dehydrated anymore)

Nick: *notices and smiles warmly down at her so she doesn’t start panicking at the IV* Hey, Rosie. You slept a good bit there. How was it? *pets her hair*

Jasmine: (Sweetly hums at her Dad in response while she cuddles up close to his chest, still drowsy. She hasn’t taken notice of the IV sticking in her arm, the process of getting that is a distant blurry memory in her mind)

Ma: (Singing along with the radio as she prepares dinner, the two trays of macaroni and cheese already in the oven. She’s currently working on the meat and mashed potatoes, a delicious aroma filling the air)

Lucille: *stirs from her bed. She hasn’t slept at all. Just thinking of how to improve the defense of the lighthouse. But now she’s smelling the lovely meal being prepared so she wanders down stairs to see what’s cooking and if she can help. She doesn’t pay any mind to Teshteal and Joyce- that’s their business* What’s for dinner? Can I help?

Ma: (Smiles warmly at Lucille as she turns around from cooking the chunks of tender meat in a bit of butter) “Steak served with macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and a nice green salad on the side. You can set the table with the silverware to help and ask your father and Detective Valentine if they will be joining us for supper.” (Figures that her son will come here on his own eventually)

Lucille: *frowns at the thought of asking Nick anything since he’s been watching over Jas 24/7. Knows the moment she walks in, the girl will shy away and the detective will just glare at her for making her upset. It hurts honestly to think they’ve fallen so far. She nods at Ma* Alright. I’ll start with setting the table… *turns and grabs some plates from the cabinet and sets them down on the table. Then the placemats and silverware. She also grabs some glasses so everyone has one to drink out of then napkins to the side if they have it.

Teshteal: *smelled the food and his stomach starts to rumble after a few moments. He’d been so caught up with Joyce and trying to calm down that he didn’t realize he was hungry*

Joyce: (Softly laughs as her eyes flutter open to glance at her boyfriend) “You sound like Donny. He doesn’t like it when I do harsh work, he says I already have enough worry and strain on my plate.” (Hears his stomach rumble) “Oh, somebody has got the case of the hungrys. Luckily, Ma’s fine cooking can fix that.” (Kisses the top of his head while she giggles teasingly)

Teshteal: *smiles* I’m sure it’ll be amazing. Smells amazing, too. *looks up worriedly about what he said* Maybe he’s right… *moves to kiss her cheek lovingly* I’m sorry if I’m overstepping. I just want take care of my darling angel.

Lucille: *She walks out back to ask her dad first, wanting to avoid the drama of Nick and Jas as much as she can* Hey, Dad- *notices he’s working on armor* What are you working on?

Gardio: Mirelurk plated armor. Their shells are bullet resistant and I thought I’d use a few of them from the yard to make armor. Going to give this one to Jasmine since she needs something better than leather armor.

Lucille: *frowns again at the mention of Jasmine, especially since she’s the one who gave her the armor in the first place*

Gardio: Hm? What’s wrong?

Lucille: *surprised he can see her expression let alone the armor he’s working on in the dark but doesn’t remark on it* Nothing you can help with. *adopts a blank neutral expression* Ma wants to know if you’ll be joining us for dinner.

Gardio: Of course! Let me finish this armor first-

Lucille: *sees where he’s at* That’s going to take a lot longer than you think.

Gardio: *pauses and looks at the armor then grins sheepishly at his kid* You’re right. I’ll come in right now.

Lucille: *beams* Great! *spins on her heel and heads for the dreaded med room*

Ma: (Starts to place all the large serving dishes in the center of the table so everyone can help themselves again. She takes out the pitcher of tarberry from the fridge and places that in the center as well, still humming along with the radio)

Joyce: (Giggles at the kiss) “Nah, you’re not overstepping. You just caring for me at a valid reason.” (Continues to massage Teshteals back, realizing that she had slacked off while he was rubbing hers. They have to get up soon to eat, but she wants to stay in this warmth for a little longer)

Nick: *strokes Jas’s hair before reaching to replace the bag of fluid with another, this one high in vitamins she needs*

Jasmine: (Makes a noise of complaint when she sees that Nick is moving to replace the IV bag. She claws at his shirt to emphasize that she doesn’t want another one)

Nick: Sorry, doll. Just one more. *sets it up and goes back rubbing her stomach* You’ll thank me later, kiddo.

Lucille: *comes in with as neutral of an expression as possible* Will you be joining us for dinner?

Nick: I think so. This is the last bag we’re doing for now. I’ll have to find some way of sitting her within eyesight so she doesn’t think I’m missing suddenly.

Teshteal: *hums softly at the continued massage. He buries his face in her neck. Out of curiosity he does a very small and gentle nip there just to see what would happen*

Joyce: (Gasps at the little nip, then giggles with delight once again while gently squeezing Teshteals shoulders)

Donovan: (Comes down the lighthouse stairway and into the living room, rubbing his head. He gives Joyce a questioning glance but then sees Lucille over by the med room and decides to go over and check on Jas before asking what’s going on and why Teshteal doesn’t have a shirt on)

Jasmine: (Looks up and glares at Lucille, still so bitter from earlier and the last few days, it’s all pent up and boiling in her. She starts to sign incredibly fast, fast enough that it’s hard to tell what she’s saying but there are a few gestures she puts emphasis on. At one point she makes the “B” sign and aggressively brings it to her chin multiple times, then makes the “Okay” sign but forcefully shoves it towards Lucille fingers forwards. Finishing it all off by flipping the older woman with a snarl)

Donovan: (Walks up behind Lucille and witnesses this blow up. He can’t keep up entirely with what she said, but most of the harsher gestures are hard to miss) “Rosalinda!” (Wonders what the hell Lucille did to make Jazzy so bitter and angry towards her)

Jasmine: (Not sorry as she huffs and hides away in Nicks shirt, the equivalent of her walking out of the room)

Lucille: *picked up a lot of what she said thanks to her left eye and just looks defeatedly at the two. She’s not even angry. Just tired.*

Nick: *didn’t notice the defeated look as he gave a dissaproving glare down at the girl. Starts scolding Jas for her behavior, stopping the motion he was doing dead in its tracks* Was that really called for right now? I know you two have had your spats, but she only came in here to ask a question on behalf of someone else-

Lucille: *tired and dead sounding tone* It’s fine. I deserve it. *turns to Donovan and flashes an apologetic smile* I’ll join you all later. Go ahead and eat without me. *leaves before she has another breakdown in front of everyone. That’s the last thing Jas needs right now. Or hell. Maybe it’s what she wants at this point*

Teshteal: *smiles happily at the giggle and does more of those along her neck and collar bone where he can reach*

Joyce: (Gasps and giggles more at this while she ruffles her gremlins boyfriends hair, wondering if Teshteal is aiming to make her burst with joy or something)

Ma: (Had finished serving all the food and is wondering if she can get those two lovebirds to break apart just long enough to get through dinner)

Jasmine: (Seething with anger as she trembles, seemingly ignoring Nicks scolding while she closes her eyes and starts mouthing things to herself)

Donovan: (Watches Lucille leave with concern on his face along with shock at Jasmines rant, having caught that defeated slag Lucille had. He wonders to himself if he should alert her father of what just transpired, especially after last nights event where she ended up in the attic)

Gardio: *walked in the door, pleased with where he stopped but his face falls when he sees Lucille walking defeatedly up the stairs. He waits for just a moment so she doesn’t feel like she’s being chased down before going to the attic. Gets extremely worried the moment he sees her with that dead look she had at the nucleus. Softly* Lucille? What happened?

Lucille: It doesn’t matter. It’s not something that can be helped. Or rather, it doesn’t matter if I help or not.

Gardio: *sits with her* Jasmine…?

Lucille: *nods* I can’t even be in the same room without her getting upset somehow. I didn’t even say anything. Kept it all neutral just so I wouldn’t cause trouble. *mutters* Coming on this trip was a mistake. *covers her face* I should have shot myself at the spring-

Gardio: *pulls her into a hug* No, no don’t say that. Don’t even think it. *holds her tight, partly out of the fear he’ll lose her again* You did what you could-

Lucille: It wasn’t good enough. It’ll never be good enough. Better if I just stay away. *quietly* Or disappear.

Gardio: *sadly* You’ll have to face her someday… you can’t just run.

Lucille: I think I can. It would be best for everyone.

Gardio: *heart breaks hearing that* Not for me. Certainly not for Nick-

Lucille: Nick doesn’t care. Even if he did, his memory’s finite. He’d just as soon erase me from his memory as he would any case he worked a hundred years ago if I vanished. Just one less problem he has to deal with.

Gardio: I don’t think he’d do that, sweetie. Even then, he might care more than you think.

Lucille: Nick stopped caring the moment he realized I was a threat to his kid’s mental health. He’s just being polite about it. *scoffs* I’ve worked with him- this version at least- long enough to tell when he’s just being polite. *raises her right arm as proof*

Gardio: *somber hum* I knew the original Valentine, darling. I know he wouldn’t just turn his back on someone he cares about because someone new entered the picture. What you’re describing doesn’t sound like Nick at all…

Lucille: *goes quiet then shakes her head again* Doesn’t matter… I deserve to be called everything Jasmine said I was.

Gardio: What did she say?

Lucille: *goes quiet again*

Gardio: *gets even more concerned* What did she say?

Lucille: Don’t get mad at her, please? I’m tired of causing trouble. Discuss with Nick, maybe but don’t yell at her?

Gardio: I promise. *nods*

Lucille: *tells him everything Jas said through ASL. She winces and tears up at a few but she keeps it surprisingly together*

Gardio: *eyes widen in shock then he frowns and holds Lucille more protectively, fully aware of how that could send her over the edge again* I… I see. I’ll talk with Nick. *tears up himself as he his daughter’s hair* For now, please know that I love you. That you matter to someone. *lip trembles as he tries to smile* Okay…?

Teshteal: *hums softly* We should probably get up. My stomach won’t shut up now. Really rude of it, don’t you think? *cheeky joking smile up at her. Not at all forced- it’s a genuine attempt at humor*

Joyce: (Gives a bright smile and chuckle back at his humorous joke, gently stroking the lower sides of his stomach while giving him a quick smooch on the cheek) “Oh yes, very rude indeed to make us end our loving embrace prematurely.” (Waits for Teshteal to get up first as he is partly on top of her)

Jasmine: (Sniffles in her Dads shirt, then bursts into waterworks with loud wails while desperately choking to suppress them. She’s not sorry for what she did, but Donny’s reaction right now and from yesterday is getting at her because she knows that she’s changed for the absolute worse and he and Ma can tell for sure)

Nick: *hushes her. Might be a bit before they can join everyone else for dinner*

Donovan: (Decides to leave when Jas starts crying because he wants to scoop her up and cradle her in his arms until she stops weeping. Damn those sweet doe-eyes and pitiful wails that tug at his heartstrings. He leaves Nick to deal with his kid while he heads off to the dining room for dinner)

Ma: (Gives her son a questioning and concerned look at all the commotion that just happened nearby)

Donovan: (Waves it off and mouths “later” as he takes his seat at the table, realizing just how hungry he is. He still waits patiently for everyone else who’s coming to take a seat before serving himself though)

Lucille: *blinks*

Gardio: *quietly, almost in a panic* Okay…?

Lucille: *buries her face in her father’s chest* Okay…

Gardio: *sighs tearfully. He’ll have to discuss this with Nick later. Hasn’t been around until recently but he senses this has gone on for far too long.*

Lucille: *just shuts her eyes. Wishes she’d just disappear*

Teshteal: *blushes at both gestures but giggles at her response and pushes himself up using the couch this time. He successfully untangles himself from her legs and arms without incident, grabbing his shirt and putting it on. He extends his hand to Joyce to offer his help*

Joyce: “Ah, what a gentleman.” (Takes his hand as she gets up from the couch, tossing her blonde hair back and smoothing it out so it isn’t sticking outwards. She winks at Teshteal before leading him by the hand to the dining table, smiling at Donny and Ma who are waiting)

Donovan: (Gives a tired smile at his little sister, gesturing at the two seats across from him for the two to sit down at)

Joyce: (Sits down in one of the offered chairs and pats the spot next to her for Teshteal. Her emerald green eyes light up at all the food, her mouth watering at the macaroni and cheese as she locks her gaze on it)

Teshteal: *sits next to his girlfriend happily and starts dishing up*

Jasmine: (Crying bitterly from the fever, stress, anxiety, and how downright awful she feels as a person compared to her younger self)

Ma: (Hears Jas crying so she walks to the med room to check in. She frowns sadly at the wailing girl and extends a hand to offer Nick a handkerchief for his daughter) “What happened, hm?” (Pats Jazzy’s head gently, glancing to check how much fluid she had taken while she was sleeping)

Jasmine: (Just keeps sobbing like a little child, grabbing onto Nick with all her strength)

Ma: (Reaches behind her and takes out a sheet, setting it down on the table besides Winnie and the lotion) “If you want to join us after she’s calmed down some, you can wrap her up for coverage and set her on the sofa while you dine within her sights.”

Nick: Will do. *gives Jas the bear and rubs some of the lotion on her back* Ssh…

Jasmine: (Starts to calm down to quiet sniffles almost immediately despite the feelings getting bolder. She’s still extremely exhausted even after the long nap she took, and crying makes her head hurt even more so it’s best to stop sooner rather than later)

Ma: (Nods at Nick then returns to the dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table between Joyce and Donny before she starts serving herself) “Make sure you chew your meat thoroughly, I don’t want any of you choking on a piece.” (Airs out a napkin and places it on her lap)

Donovan: (Serving himself a balanced portion of meat and mashed potatoes followed by the salad and macaroni) “Of course we will Mama, don’t worry.” (Pours himself a glass of tarberry water)

Joyce: (Scoops up a mountain of macaroni and cheese on her plate, taking a bunch of salad as well when both Donny and Ma send her a look)

Teshteal: *catches that look. Really hopes it isn’t about what they’d been doing*

Gardio: *petting his daughter’s hair. Considers staying around her at all times to make sure she doesn’t… do anything to herself*

Lucille: I’ll be fine… please stop worrying.

Gardio: No. It’s my job to worry. I’m your father.

Lucille: *can’t argue with that. Quietly while wishing she’d never existed to cause him such heart ache* I’ll be fine… Go eat. I’ll be down in a moment.

Gardio: I want to believe you, baby. I really do, but I’m sensing that if I leave right now you’ll do something terrible.

Lucille: I won’t. I promise…

Gardio: *hesitates then softly* Have you eaten much today?

Lucille: Some eggs. A couple pancakes.

Gardio: So not much… How about we get some dinner. It might help you feel better.

Lucille: *quietly if it gets him to let go* Okay…

Gardio: *smiles a little and lets go, getting up and helping Lucille to her feet*

Lucille: *follows him down listlessly*

Gardio: *Walking slow enough so she’s within eyesight at all times*

Nick: *when the bag finally finishes, he disconnects her from the line and wraps her up to carry to the living room*

Jasmine: (Fusses a little when she is disconnected and her IV catheter has to be touched but settles down again when Nick swaddles the blanket around her as a few slow tears dribble down on her cheeks. She holds Winnie tightly while she snuggles up to her Dads chest, humming a somber note as she cries into his shirt)

Donovan: (Frowns at his sister and her food choices) “You need to eat more balanced meals…” (Remembering that she drenched her breakfast in syrup and whipped cream) “Here, give me your plate.” (Takes Joyce’s platter out of her hands and starts adding more meat and mashed potatoes, scraping some of the macaroni and cheese back into the tray)

Joyce: (Pouts at this as she sits back in her chair with her chin on the table) “But I love mac and cheese!”

Donovan: “And I love you and want to make sure you live a long, happy, and healthy life.” (Hands the better portioned plate back to her)

Ma: (Tucks a napkin in her collar) “He’s right angel face, you can’t eat that unhealthy all the time.” (Picks up her fork and knife and starts eating)

Joyce: (Takes her plate back from Donny and also starts digging in, actually very grateful that these two care about her enough to stop her from gorging herself full of whatever her heart desires)

Teshteal: *lets out a small “oh” at the realization it was Joyce’s meal choice*

Gardio: *comes in and sits at the table*

Lucille: *sits next to him in the same spot as breakfast, moving slowly, face still quite defeated and dead. She doesn’t make a move for the food at all*

Nick: *picks Jas up once she’s all swaddled and takes her to the living room sofa, sitting her up with Winnie* I’ll be at the table if you need anything, doll. Just over there, okay?

Lucille: *shrinks a little hearing the two enter the livingroom*

Jasmine: (Clutches Winnie to her face, glancing over to the table where she can see the remaining empty seats at the end under her teary eyes. She nods, cuddling up on the sofa with the sheet tightly around her. Just as long as Nick is nearby and she can mostly see or hear him she’ll be fine with laying here for awhile, but she will start to get anxious if its for too long)

Ma: (Smiles warmly at her two guests, noticing the expression on Lucille’s face but she doesn’t say anything about it) “Glad you could both join us. Please, help yourselves to as much food as you would like.” (Gestures at all the large plates filled with food) “But do leave some room for dessert, you probably don’t want to miss out on that.”

Donovan: (Perks up when he also hears Nick and Jas in the living room, noting to himself that the girl is no longer crying out loud)

Joyce: (Looks at her brother, face getting just a tiny bit serious) “Donny…”

Donovan: (Turns back to her, reading her expression and the silent question she’s asking. He reaches out and takes her hand from across the table) (Softly and patiently) “I told you not to worry about that and to let me handle it, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” (Strokes the top of her hand, some worry gleaming in his eyes) “So it’s useless to stress yourself all the time.”

Joyce: (Casts her eyes down at her plate, then nods while flipping her wrist around to squeeze his hand before drawing it back to eat)

Donovan: (Squeezes her hand back then takes his fork and knife) “And no, there was nothing lurking out there. You’re safe Jojo.”

Lucille: *slow nod at Ma but only gives a dead stare at her blank plate*

Gardio: *as he dishes up* You’re not going to eat…?

Lucille: *dejected* I don’t deserve it…

Gardio: You may not feel you deserve to eat, but you do need to eat *sighs and takes her plate. He grabs a small portion of each food item and puts it back on her placemat* Try eating this at least.

Lucille: *stares at the food blankly then* It’s just going to go to waste…

Nick: *sits down next to Gardio but noticed what’s going on* Not like you to turn down a good meal, Lucille. What’s the matter?

Lucille: *looks away in shame*

Nick: *looks to Gardio in confusion*

Gardio: *serious almost foreboding tone* We’ll talk about this later…

Nick: No- we ought to talk about this now.

Gardio: Not at the dinner table, Nick. Let’s just let everyone eat in peace. *sighs* She hasn’t exactly had a good couple of days. *rubs the despondent women’s shoulders*

Teshteal: *looks a bit worried at the situation*

Ma: (Was split between the two conversations between her guests and her kids. She gives everyone an equally worried look, especially at Joyce and Lucille)

Pirate: (Whines from under the table, sensing the uneasiness)

Joyce: (Snaps out of her train of thought and also looks around) “…What happened? Did I miss something?”

Donovan: (Puts most of it together as he was there for Jasmines blow up, but he figures there is so much more to the story so he doesn’t say anything. He knows for a fact that something went down between the two girls, sowmthing big because Jas doesn’t just wake up and decide to choose violence against someone for no apparent reason)

Ma: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “Just eat your food, my dear. You need your energy and strength.”

Joyce: (Confused, but she starts forking food into her mouth while her eyes glaze around at everyone)

Jasmine: (Curled up on the sofa, staring off at nothing while thinking of nothing as she silently keeps crying)

Nick: I won’t probably have much time to talk after. Not with Jasmine acting the way she is. Best to get it out now.

Gardio: I’d rather not. Not with how delicate the situation has gotten. Consider making a way for us to speak alone. I’m sure you can do that. *looks at Donovan and Ma*

Nick: Jasmine-

Gardio: *stabs his fork a little too hard on accident at the mention of Jas, the plate clinking loudly. He’s not exactly happy with her right now but he’s not about to yell* Will be fine with Ma and Donovan watching her for a few minutes.

Lucille: *flinches at the sound the fork makes. She goes back to playing with her food, not even eating it*

Nick: *frowns. Every time he’s left her in someone else’s care she’s ended up high or hurting herself thus far* I have my doubts.

Gardio: *gruff huff* Please don’t make me discuss this right now, Detective Valentine. Please-

Lucille: *grabs her dad’s arm* I’ll be fine. It’s okay. Just tell him before this gets out of hand.

Gardio: *sudden concerned look as he turns to his daughter* You sure…?

Lucille: *nods*

Gardio: *sighs and looks down*

Nick: Tell me what…?

Gardio: *looks lost for a moment then sadly at Nick* Lucille almost took her own life yesterday…

Teshteal: *drops his fork in shock*

Nick: *eyes widen, slowly setting his fork down as the reality of what he just said hits him like a truck*

Jasmine: (Bites down on her lip to suppress a scream of alarm and fear when the fork hit the plate, more tears flowing down her face while she hides behind Winnie as she listens in intently. Her heart practically stops in her chest when she hears that Lucille, her sister, almost ended her life… Because of her. Her mouth goes dry while she feels her chest compress in a sicking way, the most horrific thoughts baring down on her. She almost killed another close family member…)

Ma: (Covers her mouth in shock while placing a hand over her heart, looking on with sadness in her eyes at the almost lost of life they experienced)

Donovan and Joyce: (Share a glance, both remaining quiet at their seats)

Pirate: (Whines from under the table, pawing at Joyce while she stares up at her with puppy eyes)

Donovan: (Silently rises to his feet, realizing that Jas can hear them from the couch and he doesn’t want her thinking about this the wrong way again)

Jasmine: (Already standing with the sheet wrapped around her. She limps to the door of the laundry room, pain rippling through her with every step but she doesn’t care. She’s a fucking curse on everyone around her… A curse that destroys people on the inside out until they meet their inevitable doom. A damned curse who needs to taken care of once and for all until she leads another poor unfortunate soul to deaths door)

Donovan: (Sees the teen slip into the laundry room and follows after her with worry on his face) “Rosie?”

Nick: Lucille… *at a loss for words* Why…? Why would you even try to do that?

Lucille: *sighs* Because nothing I do matters. No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t matter… I’m always just going to be in the way. Or useless.

Nick: *quietly* Where’s this all coming from…?

Lucille: *goes quiet*

Jasmine: (Shuts the door to the lighthouse, spotting the bars that are used to block the door on the floor. She drops the sheet and quickly lifts those up to block the door, turning and running up the stairs as fast as she possibly can despite the blinding pain that could send her falling backwards)

Donovan: (Rushes up and tries to open the door, cursing under his breath as he hears the stairs creaking from the other side. He runs out the side door to heads to the handmade boat elevator on the outside. There’s a weighted sense of dread boiling in him, already knowing what the girl is thinking) “C’mon sweetheart, please don’t do this…”

Jasmine: (Makes it up to the little apartment in no time, doubling over as she tries to breathe under all her tears and strained gasps for air. She might’ve popped a stitch or two with the harsh movements of running up the stairwell, but she doesn’t care)

Donovan: (Stumbles in the dark to find the button to call the elevator down, swearing again when he feels the button is stuck)

Jasmine: (Spots the emergency pistol strapped to a box in the wall and takes it, loading it with a single bullet. She grabs a picture frame from off the desk and smashes it on the floor, taking a thick shard in her hand. It would be a sad and pathetic way to go, blowing out your own head while only in your underclothes at the top of a lighthouse, but it doesn’t matter. And it’s actually fitting, because she is a pathetic and miserable creature who doesn’t deserve a graceful or heroic death for all the pain, death, and sorrow she’s caused since she was born)

Lucille: *looks up and notices Jas is missing from the couch* Just go check on your daughter. I don’t think she’s taking the news well. *knows she’s going to get blamed for whatever happens* You can yell at me later.

Nick: Yell at you? Why would I do that? Jasmine’s actions are her own.

Lucille: It’ll be my fault anyway. Please just go after her before something bad happens.

Nick: I- Lucille, we need to talk about this-

Lucille: No we don’t. Jasmine’s in danger. I’m not. She’s more important after all-

Nick: *stands abruptly* MORE important?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Why would you think that?!

Lucille: Nick, you’ve done nothing but glare at me every time Jas gets the slightest bit upset by something I’ve observed. You even made me swear to stay quiet around her because she’s the most fragile thing in the world to you. *despite how dead she sounds, there’s a hint of frustration* I’ve tried everything outside of that to help her since the incident in your office, since I slapped her for punching Curie, but the girl is dead set on hating me.

Nick: Can you blame her-?!

Lucille: *doesn’t even acknowledge his response* The least she could do is show some appreciation… but I suppose that ideal got lost with a lot of other things in the war these days…

Donovan: (Whacks the jammed button multiple times until it unsticks itself then waits for the boat to come down)

Jasmine: (Starts carving the same words she had written in her notebook into her skin with the shard, just like the people in the vault did so many times to remind her of the kind of person she truly is. In the other hand she holds the gun tightly, planning on using it when she’s done telling everyone what she thinks of herself. She writes the words especially deeper on her chest and stomach, then her thighs. Her hand lingers over the lower part of her stomach, remembering that awful time just before the war when she was carrying a child and that thought only cements her negative feelings even further)

Donovan: (Jumps onto the makeshift elevator and sends it back up, horrified when he sees that his fears were proven correct. He stretches out an arm and takes two slow steps towards the girl) “Rosie, can you put down the gun and shard for me so we can talk…?”

Jasmine: (Automatically points the gun into her mouth with the safety off, her breathing picking up while she backs herself against the furthest wall from Donny)

Donovan: (Stays still and raises both hands in surrender) “Alright, I’m not getting any closer.” (Takes a deep breath, looking on at one of the most disturbing scenes he’s ever seen) “What’s going on in your head right now, Ro-Ro? What are you thinking?” (Gives her a pleading look) “Talk to me sweetie, please…”

Jasmine: (Doesn’t respond as she trembles, keeping the weapon pointed at herself as she glares at her childhood friend with cold eyes)

Nick: You brought a lot of this on yourself- your trust with Jasmine.

Lucille: *stands* I’ve been trying to fix it. I’ve been trying so hard. I’ve been neglecting settlements to take care of her. I’ve put everything on hold for her. One things pretty fxcking clear from all this- nothing I do fxcking matters. I’m just going to be some brute that makes everything worse- that’s what I’ve been since 88. That’s what I’ve been since the Prydwen. Since the Institute. *spiralling* I’m a monster. A murderer. Kellogg was right-

Nick: Kellogg? Lucille, he’s dead. What’s Kellogg got to do with any of this?

Lucille: *freezes then decides to run*

Gardio: *stands suddenly and runs after her* Lucille!!

Lucille: *pulls out Kellogg’s gun, thoughts racing. Knows she’s failed Jasmine by now. She has no idea where she is. Doesn’t matter. She can’t protect anyone*

Ma: (Stands and rushes after them both in concern for Lucille’s sanity and safety)

Joyce: (Watching on with wide eyes, turning to Teshteal as both her mother and brother have left) “What’s going on…?”

Donovan: (Realizes that Jas isn’t herself at the moment, she’s buried deep under whatever is torturing her mind and causing her to act out like this. He needs to melt her down before he can get anywhere with her otherwise he’ll be talking to a brick wall) “….Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking instead?”

Jasmine: (Still says nothing)

Donovan: (Starts talking anyways, willing to do anything to distract her from pulling the trigger) (Calmly) “I’m thinking that right now there is a goddamn miracle standing before my very eyes. That one of my bestest friends, whom I could get away with calling my sister, and greatest inspiration from my childhood is alive after she was so cruelly ripped away and the entire world blew up into smithereens.”

Jasmine: (Sniffles and tenses up at his words, leaning on the wall because it’s so hard to keep upright or keep her mind straight with all the ripping pain she’s feeling. This girl Donny is describing isn’t her anymore, that little girl is long off dead and replaced with a mere husk of a person… A blood thirsty monster who curses everyone she touches. A worthless bitch who deserved exactly what happened to her at the vault and after it for all the damage she has done)

Donovan: (Keeps talking) “And she’s hurt indescribably inside, so hurt that she’s willing to throw everything impossible that she has accomplished away by ending her life. But I know that she doesn’t actually want to call it quits deep down just yet, because she’s a fighter who’d spit on the grim reaper any ol’ day and walk off with her head held high.” (Starts trying to approach again)

Jasmine: (Trembles even more, shaking her head while pressing the weapon to her mouth as a threat. He’s speaking nonsense and contradicting every voice that’s screaming in her skull, it’s making her head hurt even more and her chest compress to the point that it too hurts like hell)

Donovan: (Notices her trembling increases as he halts again) “Poor baby wants to break down right now and start crying from all the physical and mental torture she’s endured for far too long, and that’s okay because I want to help her start healing from all that. I want to do everything in my power to point out to her the light again that she had once radiated herself…” (Takes another deep breath, terrified on the inside but he remains calm and composed) “She’s bone tired from fighting everything, everyone, and herself all the time. She just wants to finally take a long nap on a giant marshmallow in Candyland. So I’m thinking that my main priority is to get this little girl who’s priceless to me back to safety downstairs so she can rest off this fever and get bandaged up once more.”

Lucille: *running out into the fog. Just wants to dissappear. Telling herself she failed everyone. That she’s a horrible person better off dead. She couldn’t protect the people she cared about most*

Nick: *gives chase after everyone else*

Gardio: *catches up to her and grabs her synth arm*

Lucille: *screeches and tries to pull away* Just let me disappear!! I’m doing everyone a favor!

Gardio: Lucille, please! Be reasonable!

Lucille: I am! I’m a horrible person who deserves to die!!

Gardio: *keeps pulling on her arm* That isn’t true!!

Ma: (Stopped when Gardio caught Lucille and watches from the sidelines, holding her shotgun in hand just in case they get some unwanted visitors)

Jasmine: (Thinks Donovan has too much faith in her, he’s waiting on a broken, fragmented miracle that won’t ever be put back together)

Donovan: (Rubs his hands together) “How I’m going to do that is still unknown. But like I said, you’re priceless and precious to me. Therefore I won’t give up or back down and leave you here or ever…”

Jasmine: (Wants to say that she is a lost cause, that he’s wasting his breath on someone so insignificant and worthless as herself. But when she opens her mouth she can’t speak, just whimper weakly. Other than being peoples eye candy, what else is she good for? Solo mercenary work where she doesn’t have to interact with people, just get in and do the job and get out? That’s it, those are her two options if she wants to live without burdening anyone anymore. She’ll probably end up blending the two and go back to being the sly, steel hearted, seductive assassin she was trained to be. That thought makes her inwardly vomit, she rather be dead)

Donovan: (Finally notices that the cuts she carved into her soft skin are actually words, more specifically insults. He frowns even deeper as he reads them, heart twisting when he realizes this is how she views herself) “And who sold you those lies? Because they’ve clearly never met my Rosie. They have never seen the courageous, talented, smart, happy-go-lucky girl who blazed around like a sparkling ball of joy, ready to brighten everyone’s day or protect them from those who sought to ruin it.”

Jasmine: (Shakes her head violently, pressing the shard into her side again to make slits to ease her pain while she mouths “No” repeatedly)

Donovan: (Holds out his hands again in desperation) “Please don’t do that to yourself… Not just for the physical consequences but also the mental strain it puts you through. I know you’ll say it feels relieving, it feels downright good. But in the long run it does more harm to you than you can think right now… Trust me please, can you do that at least?”

@lucilleandherrobots

#Yes Jas knows how to swear in ASL. You are not safe from her sharp tongue when when she’s selectively mute #And idk why I find it funny that all this drama is going on and then there’s Teshteal and Joyce making out.#fallout #fallout4 #nick valentine #fo4 #fallout rp #fallout role play #fallout oc #fallout original character

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rhapsodyred-writes · 2 years

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So! For these characters, please. How would Fenway, Jamie, Jade, Ghost, and Nyx(Which I hope isn't too many) react to their S/o falling through the ice? Luckily it's just into a little bit of water, nothing that would like kill them but still.

Cold.

Not too many at all!

Fenway panics immediately, even if the water is no more than a foot deep. You could get hypothermia, or frostbite or any number of other unpleasant things. Even after you assure her that you're okay, just cold and wet, she cancels all plans to get you home and warmed up.

It startles Jamie, but he's quick to recover and help you out. He gets you indoors quickly and swaps your wet socks and shoes for his own dry ones. He doesn't feel temperature anymore, so what's he gonna do? Get hypothermia? Hardly. He still remembers his first aid training, so he makes sure to keep you warm (but not too warm). He'd offer you a hug but...he doesn't have body heat anymore, sorry.

Jade swears so colourfully when the ice cracks that it startles you, and you fall on your butt into the ice puddle your foot just went through. He'll help you up after that, very embarrassed and apologetic. He didn't mean to make things worse. He'll take you home and set you up with blankets, hot chocolate and all the books you could ever want to read, in front of a nice toasty fireplace. Maybe, if you ask nicely, he'll read to you.

If nothing else, Ghost knows you need to change into dry clothes. He'll take you home and give you his warmest pajamas to change into. There! Now you can stay the night!

If the water is shallow, Nyx laughs. He'll let you sort yourself out, and offer the barest minimum of assistance. Sorry, you're just...so cute when you're annoyed with him. If the water is waist high or deeper, he slips into business mode - that means he's not messing around and you're well taken care of. You have blankets, hot drinks, him - everything you could ever want or need. And he'd be only too pleased to help warm you back up.

#thanks for the ask!#red answers #red writes #fenway #jamie #jade samson #ghost #nyx #killer!sans #my ocs #undertale au #tw suggestive #my writing #red's rent frees #rent free list #shark friend

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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Hiii! How are you? For the unusual fic ask:

BTS for the last chapter of learning to fly, perhaps?

Hi there lovely! 💛 I’m doing really well, thank you! I hope things are well with you 🥰

Onto your ask: BEHIND THE SCENES OF LANDING (LtF C7) - cut below for spoilers

Unusual writer’s asks game is here!

“Enter!”

Charlie pushed open the wooden door of Magda’s office and walked in, Dragon at his heels. Magda was scribbling furiously on a sheet of parchment and didn’t even look up as Charlie walked over to her desk and sat down opposite her.

Magda is my favourite of my minor characters. She is loosely based on a lady I worked for as a waitress in my teens. She terrified me, but she got shit done. We should all aspire to be a little bit more Magda from time to time.

“I’m surprised you even agreed to it, to be honest.”

“I am surprised, also. But your friend, the one who is helping to set up these challenges, she is very persuasive. And I think she cares about the dragons, also.”

“She is, and she does.”

“I liked her much more than I expected to.”

Charlie laughed gently. He knew all about that.

“She’s got a way of doing that,” he said, and Magda’s eyebrows shot upwards.

“You should say something to her, Charlie,” she told him, her voice stern.

All my HP stories exist in a continuum with canon stories and each other. This means that there are lots of references to events from other stories in them. This originally reference Y4 of the HP books, and now the Wilderness Years references this scene (or leads into it, I should say). People who speak Romanian or decided to go and translate Magda’s words to Charlie that Artemis didn’t understand (there were a lot of them, actually - yourself included!) will already know that Charlie knows that Magda knows that he knows about his feelings for Artemis. I think the only person in this situation who doesn’t know anything is Artemis, which is ironic considering that she is the Legilimens.

Maybe if things were different she would feel the same way about me as I do about her. If we’d met at a different time or… I don’t know.”

“In another life, maybe.”

“Maybe. But as it is, she sees me as a brother or a best friend. I’m not going to take either of those things away from her. I can’t do that to her.”

Aye, there’s the rub. This is the moment this whole story built towards, not Charlie’s realisation, but this. Learning To Fly was written as a canon retelling of the Rockstar AU, where in another life, where things are different, Artemis does feel the same way about Charlie as he does for her, but in this life he no longer harbours romantic feelings in return. In both universes, one has made the decision to keep their feelings a secret for the benefit of the other and for their friendship. Which I, being the sad Brit I am, really love. The line about the best friend and the brother broke my heart in the best possible way.

The door to Magda’s office flew open, and Dragon the Crup began to bark loudly at the newcomer: Nikolai, one of the newest dragonologists on the reserve, only eighteen years old and barely six months out of school.

Back to dragonology, here comes Nikolai, whose name matters less than the fact that he has come to act as a foil to Charlie and show you as a reader how far Charlie has come since the start of the story, when he was in Nikolai’s position.

“Incendio,” he whispered, setting one half of the nest alight. He stamped out the flames, and crouched down to move the three hatchlings onto the warm embers. “Here you go, look. Nice and toasty. Just stay there a minute.”

He turned his attention back to the fourth egg, picking it up and finding the weak point where the hole had appeared at the apex. Hoping that it wasn’t too late, he prised open the shell, freeing the lifeless baby dragon inside. He placed the tip of his index finger under the hatchling’s tail.

It had a pulse.

He opened the baby dragon’s mouth, and saw that it was filled with fluid. No longer caring about his own dignity, he placed his lips to the hatchling’s face and sucked the fluid away, clearing its airways so that it could breathe. He placed it next to its siblings on the embers, where it began to stir, stimulated by the movement of the others in the clutch. Charlie smiled. They were alive. All four of them were alive.

All the dragon husbandry, anatomy, physiology and behaviour is based on that of real life animals, particularly birds, reptiles, and wolves. In this situation, warmth and clearing airways is exactly what’s needed for neonates. The emphasis on keeping the dragons warm is based on my own headcanon that dragons are cold-blooded like other reptiles, and that the fire they breath is actually used to keep them warm internally, not just for defence/attack. This young, the dragonlings wouldn’t have developed the anatomy to produce their own fire and need an external heat source to warm their own bodies.

But the flames never came. Instead of burning him alive, the dragon merely snorted. Charlie frowned, and the dragon snorted again. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Norbert?”

You wouldn’t believe the number of times I got comments from people whilst publishing the story to say “you do know this dragon is female, right?”. Yes, I do know that, actually. But Charlie doesn’t, not yet, anyway. And there is a reason for that.

This is why Norbert(a)’s true self wasn’t revealed yet - this unexpected reunion. Also, I love the idea that Charlie has become so capable and knowledgable, but even he made the basic error of not checking whether the dragon was actually male or not. It happens a lot in real life (you’d be surprised).

Before he flew back home, he turned back to take one last look at the small family of dragons, huddled together in the cave.

“Goodbye, Norberta,” said Charlie.

And this time, he meant it.

I could have gone for some big flowery description of scenery or feelings or morality, but I didn’t. This story and the characters in it don’t suit that. This is a simple story of finding and making your way in life. Charlie and Norberta have helped each other to do that, and now the part of their journey that they have shared is over. It’s time for them both to go home. The end.

*the above gif isn’t mine, I found it on google! If anyone knows it’s theirs, let me know so I can credit you!*

#al speaks #writing asks #learning to fly #BTS #directors cut #harry potter fanfiction #charlie weasley #norbert #norberta

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randomoranges · 1 year

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The Coldest Day of the Year

“Happy coldest day of the year, Sweetheart!” Edward greeted him brightly, when Étienne rolled over and furrowed his face in Edward’s side.

Étienne groaned and tried to disappear beneath the multitude of blankets he had piled on him. Edward laughed – the bastard sounded far too pleased.

“I was thinking,” His partner went on, ignoring his obvious discomfort at the mere thought of facing the world outside of his nest of blankets where it was cozy and warm, “We should go for a nice brisk walk later. It’s actually sunny outside.”

Étienne shivered at the suggestion and dared to poke a hand out of the warmth to attempt to shush Edward by smushing it over his mouth. Instead, Edward pecked each finger in turn and playfully bit on the last one just to get a reaction out of Étienne. It worked, since he retracted his hand and brought it back to the safety of the blanket nest.

“Have fun on your walk. I hope you don’t freeze.” He mumbled, this side of outraged at the audacity Edward had of even suggesting such a preposterous thing. Why anyone would want to go outside when it was -40 was beyond him.

“Fresh air is good for you.”

Étienne didn’t need to look at Edward’s face to know that he was having way too much fun with this and that he looked utterly smug. Edward was enjoying tormenting him. Étienne would have to remember come summer when Edward would complain the moment the outside temperature reached 25.

“Enjoy it for me then.” This time, he actually did pull the covers over his head to put an end to the conversation, but Edward laughed and then wiggled down to join him.

“Come on, Curly, it won’t be so bad. A few extra layers and you’ll barely feel the wind cutting up your face.” Edward said as he pulled him close and wrapped their legs together. The only reason Étienne didn’t push away was that Edward at least provided some extra warmth. There had to be some perk, after all.

Étienne looked up at Edward, the man he had chosen to spend his days with, and gave him a pointed look. “Or – you can go out and suffer, and I’ll stay inside in my blanket burrito.”

Edward chuckled, “And what will you do for food?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but then remembered Edward wasn’t a fan of food in bed. Shame, really.

“Come out of bed and I’ll make you a nice breakfast,” Edward tried to coax, but Étienne didn’t budge. He wasn’t a fool. He knew better. This was just one of his partner’s many tactics to lure him away from the warmth. He didn’t need a nice breakfast. He could live in his fort of warmth until the weather got its act together.

“Or, hear me out, we both stay here where it’s nice and toasty.” He counter argued. It was Saturday, after all. They didn’t need to go anywhere. They could spend the morning being lazy in bed. The rest of the world could wait.

Edward quietly pondered the proposition for a moment and then let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright, you win.” He truly seemed bothered by it, but Étienne knew better and made himself comfortable, barnacling himself around Edward until he was content and comfortable.

“Glad you saw reason after all. Was worried there for a moment.” He murmured from the crook of Edward’s neck once more, happy he could indulge in this.

“I wasn’t,” Edward assured him, “Knew you’d find creative ways to warm me up.”

Étienne grinned; for as much as that was true, this was also a lot better for now.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #could be au could be not au #og had this as teacher au #teacher au

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brandwhorestarscream · 1 year

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I would like to hear about the Arcee and Jack parasite story 👍

Hey anon, sorry this took so long. I'm bad at collecting thoughts and also timely communication lmao 😂

Ok, so. No war AU. Cybertronians suddenly descend to earth and the humans, completely unprepared, are entirely at their mercy. They round up all the organics, and they all undergo medical testing. Many are released back to earth, and no one who stays aboard the ships sees them again. Yada yada etc etc, we've been over this already.

Every human that is kept in captivity is given an id number, tattooed or perhaps branded on their neck. Idk, it doesn't matter. Jack's number is J-101311. Poor kid has no idea what is going on, expects to be dissected or smthn. But no, what they have in store for him is much, much worse 🤭 He and a gaggle of other humans--all young adults like him--are auctioned off and shipped out. The robot that purchased him is blue and pink and a bit smaller than the others. Arcee.

She takes him back to her habsuite aboard the Ark, or perhaps her own personal space cruiser thing. Idk, again, it's not important. Then, basically, we get to a scene similar to Alien--maybe an extendable glossa or a tendril straight from her spark, but she shoves it down his throat and deposits a spark pod in his stomach. Human stomachs are a great place for their little spark pods to mature--the hydrochloric acid is a great deterrent for anything that might try to hurt them, it's toasty warm, and the stomach fuels the entire body. The sparkling anchors itself to the walls, and the incubation officially begins. Humans are particularly small, and as such the sparklings they create are teeny tiny, the most adorable little things! They've been quietly snatching up spare ones for years, but finally the invasion plan is ready. Arcee's been on a waiting list for years for her turn to reproduce, and finally it's time!

The incubation process takes several months--the sparkling harvests the iron from his blood, causing anemia over time. It sucks up all of his body's trace amounts of magnesium, phosphorous, mercury, even the calcium from his bones to make it's body.

Due to the human need for companionship, Jack actually finds himself making friends with Arcee despite his best efforts. She takes excellent care of him--he hosts a piece of her future, after all, and a healthy host means a healthy sparkling. She makes sure he recharges regularly, makes sure he refuels, makes sure he never misses the weekly check ups with the medic. She's gentle with him, kind, and it makes him miss his mother. He wonders where she is. Hopes she's not suffering the same fate as him.

They become very close, and even as he gets sicker and sicker, it gets harder and harder for him to hate her. She's genuinely a nice lady. She's never cruel or condescending. To her, this is normal. She was born the same way, as were all of her people.

They talk about names together. She tells him all the things she can't wait to do with her newspark, fantasizing about rocking them and playing with their bitty servos, and even thanking him for his sacrifice. He's not stupid, he knows he's not going to survive the process. He can feel it in his stomach, a constant, concentrated weight that's hard to lug around even without his muscles atrophying.

The day draws near, and the medic reports that emergence could occur any day. Arcee has everything ready for her son or daughter, and is on pins and needles with excitement. Jack is terrified, but... what can he do, really? Does he want to spend his last moments screaming and crying, hysterically begging someone to stop this? Not particularly, no.

Now, the emergence can go one of two ways. It could either be in true chest-burster fashion, with the newspark instinctively tunneling it's way out through his stomach and then abdomen, or the sparkling crawling up the esophageal tubing and out through the mouth. One is guaranteed to kill him, the other gives him a slim chance at staying alive (possibly for another incubation if I really wanted to twist it)

#parasitic reproduction au #eeeeee i love this one sm #arcee #jack

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lilacmingi · 3 months

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FUZZY SOCKS

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Word Count: 970

Note: We had some icy weather not long ago and it was making me wish I had my own Binnie to cuddle with. Also I’ve been wanting to write a soft n cuddly imagine for Changbin so here it is! (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

Layers of snow coated the nearly empty streets outside, more chunky flakes falling from the pale gray sky along with small drops of icy rain. Since yesterday, a mix of freezing rain and snow started up, thus resulting in the fluffy substance blanketing the ground to become hard and icy, turning some of the snow to slush, which led to conditions being so severe people weren't leaving their houses.

The roads were iced over, schools closed, businesses closed, mail stopped running, even the trash pickups were halted.

With it being the middle of winter, the cold weather had ramped up and gotten particularly chilly outside—"chilly" meaning single digit temperatures. That plus the freezing rain, ice, and snow was a safety hazard and a recipe for disaster.

The frigid weather, while a nuisance for some people (and the cause of high power bills), meant you and Changbin got to spend more time together. Even JYP didn't want employees traveling in the icy conditions, so everyone was advised to stay home.

Lucky for you, Changbin had stayed the night a day prior just before the roads could get too bad.

"It's still cold in here." You complained, raising the temperature on the thermostat once again.

It's like you could physically feel the temperature dropping inside your apartment, as it was noticeably colder than it was thirty minutes prior.

The air was cool and had your hands feeling like ice cubes. The thick cabin socks you wore were doing a good job of keeping your normally cold feet nice and toasty. The same couldn't be said for the borrowed hoodie you donned (sorry Changbin). While it was warm, you were still able to feel the steadily dropping temperature in the apartment.

Your heater had been working overtime for the last few days and at this rate, you could only hope it would hold out until the weather had passed.

"Come back to the couch, baby." Changbin called from the living room.

Your boyfriend was right where you left him, curled up on the sofa with a large throw blanket that the both of you had been sharing until you got up to mess with the thermostat.

He pulled the fluffy blanket back and allowed you to crawl back underneath it with him, returning to your cozy, fleece cocoon.

Your gaze was drawn to the empty mugs on the coffee table, the warm hot chocolate that filled them long gone.

"You want more cocoa?" You offered.

"No. I just want to cuddle with you." Changbin murmured, resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxed and sunk into the cushions behind your back while Changbin's hand slid over to your thigh, resting gently on top of it.

"I wish we could order jjigae. A nice, hot stew would really hit the spot right now. Something spicy would be even better." He spoke his thoughts aloud as his hand gently caressed your thigh. "That would really warm me up."

"Yeah. That sounds really nice." You sighed. "But with this weather, I don't think any delivery person is willing to try and brave the elements."

He hummed in agreement. "We can always have instant ramen if we want something warm."

"Speaking of warm, this blanket isn't doing much for me." You admitted, suppressing a shiver.

"Me neither."

"Should we go to the bedroom?" You supplied a suggestion.

Changbin nodded rapidly.

While keeping the blanket wrapped around yourselves, you and Changbin stood up, shuffling down the hall towards your room.

Normally, you wouldn't crawl into bed with socks on, but considering the circumstances, you thought it best to keep them on your feet. With the temperature dropping outside, you needed all the extra layers you could get. You made yourself comfortable under the comforter, resting your head on Changbin's chest which doubled as a pillow. When he wasn't flexing, his impressive pecs were soft and cushiony. You nuzzled your cheek against his chest which made him chuckle softly. His legs started to tangle with yours, his feet brushing against your leg where your fuzzy pants leg had ridden up.

"Your toes are freezing." You complained.

"Sorry." Changbin apologized through a series of soft giggles.

"You need some socks."

"I don't have any clean ones with me."

"I have some you can borrow." You reluctantly crawled out of bed, moving across the room to your dresser. After sifting through your many pairs of socks, you pulled out a pair of fuzzy, pale pink Hello Kitty ones.

Changbin's contagious and endearing giggles filled the room as you handed them over to him. Amusement painted his features as he slipped the socks onto his feet, wiggling his toes a bit.

Changbin may be a tough-looking, buff guy but he was filled with cuteness and enjoyed showing it in various ways. Stays didn't call him babygirl for nothing.

"Cute." You giggled endearingly at your boyfriend, the pink Hello Kitty socks standing out against his all black ensemble. "Do they fit you alright?"

"Mhm. They're warm too."

"Good." You grinned, crawling back under the covers, snuggling closely against Changbin's side.

He smiled softly at you, his brown eyes drifting down to your lips while he licked his own.

"I know one way we can warm up."

"I do too." The faintest hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of your mouth as you closed the gap between your faces.

Your lips locked with his, wrapping around his full bottom one while your hands slid up into his fluffy hair. His eyelids fluttered closed as he pulled you closer, getting lost in the kiss and forgetting about the chilly air inside the apartment.

By the time you both parted ways, your legs were tangled together and the two of you were panting for breath.

"That's one way to warm up."

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beautifullydisasterouskae · 10 years

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Colorado Bound

Kae: The days leading up to the trip had flown by. We’d spent the rest of the gift exchange night sipping the vintage blood wine I’d forgotten in my car before when we’d unwrapped the presents and talked of all the things we needed to pack to stay nice and toasty in Colorado.

I’d ventured home late, deciding to drop Nate a call when I woke up in the morning. The call was brief, one of the members of his staff informing me he was away for the night. Figures. I left a message for my old friend about my visit to the mountain and I hope we could have dinner, remaining vague on the reason of my visit. Inside I had high hopes for the trip back home, but worried deep down that Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to assist us in retrieving Havyn’s memory.

I shrug off the doubts mounting, thinking if anything we’d at least have a nice and interesting visit. I made my next call to Ashley, one of the subs at Club Trisk I’d befriended here in Los Angeles, and ask if she’d be a dear and watch over my place while I was away. I had a moment of debate wondering if I should leave Luna, but one look into her crystalline greens and I knew I couldn’t leave my baby girl here alone. Ashley agreed, thankfully and after thanking her we made plans to meet up before I left for the airport.

Getting to fast work with packing, I shove a few articles of clothing into my luggage knowing I still had my winter wear stored away at my warehouse so I wouldn’t need much. Luna had a bit of a hissy fit when she’d caught sight of her travel case. She was so finicky with traveling since our last misadventure flying from Spain to Colorado.

I’d gotten the packing done with little work before my phone began ringing. Havyn was worrying and wanting to know about our cats. I heel my forehead for forgetting to mention Luna coming along and I’d assured her that they’d be fine with traveling along with us. I just hoped Spaz wouldn’t be as troublesome with the traveling as his feline buddy.

Our take off was scheduled for the A.M., the taxi would arrive after nine, and my time off requests from the Club approved. Mentally going over my travel checklist I had to breathe out a sigh of relief that I was all ready.

Havyn: After Kaela had told me about all the things I would need to pack for Colorado, I had decided to go shopping for some warmer clothing. I had picked out a myriad of sweaters, warm socks, jeans and some boots. I had also found a heavy, camel wool coat that had looked comfortable. Some socks, scarves and hats later, I had been ready to check out. I had almost left the department store before I realized that I didn’t even have a suitcase. Back in I had gone and purchased myself some luggage; one larger one and one for a carry-on. After lugging it all back home, I had entered the store to a needy cat meowing at me. Spaz. What were Kaela and I doing with our cats? The thought of leaving Spaz behind without me churns my stomach. I had reached for the phone and dialed Kaela’s number. She’d mentioned then that we could bring the cats with us. I had to pack, which was an adventure all on its own. There were compartments for toiletries which I had utilized. Next was stuffing everything in, and somehow I was able to make it all fit. Of course, that was after sitting on top of it in order to zip it up. I had left out a few things to put in my carry-on. My beautiful purple scarf that Kaela had given me, a warm long sweater for when we get there and a few other items. Spaz warily eyes his carry case, remembering all his trips to the vet; which weren’t always the best experience for him. But, at one look at me, he reluctantly padded into his carrier, but not after giving me a little feline glare. Now, I was starting to get anxious about the plane ride to Colorado. I have never flown before, but Kaela reassured me that it would be okay and that it would be fun. I wring my hands, waiting for her and the taxi to come pick me up to go to the airport. I see the yellow car move up in front of the bookstore and with a deep breath, I grab my suitcase and carry-on to go to the door. Only to backtrack to grab Spaz before leaving and getting in the taxi.

Kae: Waking up had been a task. The alarm was close to being thrown out the window as it blared into my eardrum. Luna was padding around the edges of my bed anxiously as I poured out her breakfast, and filled her water in the travel case. She’d been a priss as she flicked her fluffy white tail at the front grate while I engaged the locking mechanism. I’d finished my shower and dressing quickly, snatching up an apple to stave off the hunger pains right as the taxi starts sounding his horn. I’d jogged down the steps with a few bags in hand, handing them off to the portly driver before rushing back up to careful cart Luna down and slide her into the back of the yellow checkered van. She was seatbelted in snuggly as I give the driver our next stop. We arrive in no time and I slide over to make room for my friend. My yawn is cut off, lips turning up into a warm, excited smile seeing both her and Spaz. We must have both looked more than slightly ridiculous all bundled up for the cooler weather. I pull at the door latch, the side door sliding along the track as she slides Spaz’s case inside, securing it beside Luna.

Morning, Darlin’! How are you feeling?

I watch as she buckles up, the driver taking off toward the Denver International Airport. I pat over my pockets making sure I hadn’t forgotten our flight tickets.

Havyn: Blowing a strand of hair that escaped my ponytail out of my face, I slide into the air conditioned taxi. It was a warm day and he was looking a bit strangely at me in my green sweater, blue denim jeans and warm boots. I give him a small smile before turning my attention to Kaela.

Morning Kaela! I’m good, just a bit anxious. Hope you are doing well.

I take a deep breath, knowing that there is no reason I should be nervous. People fly all the time. I think one time I heard that you are more likely to be struck by lightning while being attacked by a polar bear in Brazil then to be in a plane crash. I hear a little meow to my side and see Spaz peering out of his cat carrier; he most likely smells Luna next to him. The taxi takes off and I look out the window at the passing scenery. The palm trees, people walking down the street in shorts and t-shirts. It is a bright, sunny day and I slide my sunglasses down from the top of my head to cover my eyes. I look over at Kaela again.

How long will the plane trip last?

Kae: I smile wider hearing Luna and Spaz scratching at the inside of their carriers, turning back to Havyn feeling mellow as we approached the terminal and resting a hand over hers sensing her apprehension over the trip. I’d been trying to ease her fears, not thinking beforehand to ask if she’s ever traveled by air before. I had a few pills of dramamine in my pocket just in case she had any motion sickness while we were in the air.

I’m grand, Havyn. Don’t worry, Darlin’, it’ll be fine. I promise.

I straighten in my seat as the taxi driver pulls up curbside and awaits him as he begins unloading our luggage.

It’s not a long flight. Only a little over a couple of hours till we touch ground again.

I laugh lightly trying to lighten your mood as we slide free from the back of the van along with our fur babies at our sides. We start lining up for the luggage check in and security scans, slowly making our progress toward our gate. My own nerves would most likely hit as soon as we were flying above the Mile-high city.

Havyn: The sound of the cats yearning for each other's company distracts me for a moment and a small laugh bubbles out. It subsides and I’m sitting there silent before taking a deep breath. You can do this Havyn. You can do this. I start to fidget, pulling at the sweater that I’m wearing, before mentally slapping myself. I let my hand float back down to my lap and let my gaze wander to the window again. We are at the airport soon enough and I watch as our luggage is being brought out of the taxi. A couple of hours. I can do that. I try to shove down the hysteria that is trying to take over me. Stop it Havyn. You need to stop being afraid. I steel myself and straighten my spine.

A couple of hours isn’t bad. I can’t wait to see how beautiful it is over there.

Kaela’s laugh has me smiling and I grab a hold of my suitcase and carry-on in one hand; Spaz’s carrier in the other and wheel it inside the airport. I waited with my friend to check in my luggage and to go through something called a security check. This is all so foreign to me, but I’m starting to feel excited with every step closer to Colorado. Kaela hands the tickets over to someone and we go down a little tunnel to a lit area with rows of seats. She points out where we are to sit. One next to a window and one in the middle.

Which one is yours?

Kae: The security check was over easily enough, the airport surprisingly not as packed in this area as we start boarding our flight. The plane slowly fills up, our feet shuttling down the aisle as the attendant takes the carriers to store away safely. Luna looks a little scared. Spaz’s some whining meow matching hers. I wiggle my fingers toward her whispering low.

It won’t be too long, Sweethearts.

I take a small inhale and hold it before turning away to lead Havyn toward our row.

We’re in B3 and B4.

I quietly read off the numbers above the seats as we come to ours and help Havyn store her carry on before we settle in and buckle up, preparing for take off.

Havyn: My stomach bubbles with excitement as I watch out the window to see the plane begin to travel down the runway, gaining speed with every moment. I touch my hand to the clear plastic, looking over at Kaela and giving her a giddy grin. My stomach lurches for a moment as the plane begins to lift into the air but the sight of the ground growing smaller and smaller is fascinating. I think of the cats, hoping that they are having a good experience with this flight and not scared. I hate to think of Luna and Spaz in distress. My concerns flee as I focus again at looking out the window. The trees are so tiny now and so are the buildings; it’s like seeing a little city model. I smile to myself. Flying isn’t so bad after all.

Kae: I smiled over at my friend, so fascinated with the ascension into the cloudy morning, the wheels leaving the tarmac with little resistance as we climbed higher in altitude. I lose my stomach, the force of the plane rising making it drop. The city and mountains grew into small specs as we flew toward Denver. I was glad Havyn had decided to join, and even more happier she wasn’t as tense as I first expected. I settled the back of my head into the headrest, closing my eyelids for a short nap before we landed. With any luck we wouldn’t hit any turbulence and our flight and landing would be over smoothly before we knew it.

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