#multiple chapters

[livyjh]

Eight Days (ch. 1)

Joel Miller x Reader (AFAB reader that uses at least she/her pronouns)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve known Tess for awhile now. When she asks you to come on a run and she isn’t able to go, that leaves you alone with Joel. Who you’ve never met before. Traveling through the wasteland with a complete stranger? This should go great.

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A/N: I’m very excited to be writing my first multi-chapter Joel fic. Not a request, just an idea that popped into my head.

Chapter warnings: age gap, mention of guns, mentions of infected, wet socks and shoes, wet clothes, Joel sees your butt, Joel has nightmares/PTSD flashbacks

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You’d known Tess for almost 6 months now. You trusted each other, helped each other get out of sticky situations around the QZ. So when she asked you to start smuggling with her and her friend Joel, you weren’t all that surprised.

She told you where to meet her, when to meet her. This would be your first time meeting Joel, you’d heard from others in the QZ about him. Just as a passerby. And from Tess. Everyone said he was hard headed, dangerous, and like a brick wall. Tess said he wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was, but you’d have to find this out for yourself.

This was a firearms run. That’s all you knew besides the basic rules of “be careful, don’t get caught, don’t get bit”.

It was 4am, raining, early spring air flowing through your lungs as you made your way to the corner of Prince and Salem streets.

FEDRA was currently switching shifts, which meant the three of you would have just enough time to make your way out of the QZ through a tunnel under a building that FEDRA hadn’t completely blocked off yet.

No one else was on the streets, you made your way carefully between buildings and down alleyways. When you saw a man standing exactly where you were supposed to meet Tess, you hesitated.

You watched him for a long moment, he kept looking around, like he was waiting for someone. Shit, is that Joel?

You quickly walk to the man and he immediately grabs your arm and pulls you into the nearest alley. “You’re late.” He grits.

“Sorry. Um, you’re Joel?” You ask shyly as the grip on your arm lets up.

“Yeah. You Y/n?” He raises a brow.

You nod. “Where’s Tess? I didn’t see her so I freaked out a little.”

“Broke her goddamn ankle last night.” He huffs.

“Fuck.”

“Just you and me, now.” He explains. “Hope you’re a good shot.” He hands you a black pistol. Nothing fancy, but it was heavy.

“I’m alright.” You say honestly.

“Consider this training day.” He sighs and walks further down the alley, beckoning you to follow. You perk up and walk closely behind him, trying to keep your footsteps light.

You follow him into a little shop, it now unrecognizable from being boarded up for so long. He shuts the door behind you both and you look at him, his hair and chin dripping with rain. You’re not lost on the fact that he’s a good looking man, although roughly 30 years older than you.

“Come on.” He meets your eyes and then continues on into a back room. You follow and he’s pushing a bookcase out of the way to reveal a huge hole in the wall that opened into a tunnel.

You got out your flashlight and the two of you entered the tunnel, you waited as he put the bookshelf back in place. He too got out his flashlight, leading the way.

The tunnel isn’t that big, something that was probably made after the main building had been built. You reached a ladder that led down and Joel went first. You went down after him, scanning the now larger tunnel for anything that might cause you harm.

“Are there infected down here?” You ask quietly.

“No.” He says shortly.

You don’t say anything else, letting him lead you through the tunnel until you eventually reached another ladder. He went up first, lifting the manhole cover at the top and sliding it away. He pokes his head above ground and waves you up, giving you the all clear.

You both make it onto the street and he puts the cover back in place before you’re both running, trying to avoid floodlights as you sneak away from the Boston QZ.

The sun is just coming up when you reach the freeway, glad you hadn’t come across any infected before dawn.

Before making it to Boston, you’d survived with your dad and your aunt since you were just a child. You were taught how to defend yourself at a young age, taught about cordyceps and how to avoid getting infected, taught about all the bad things in the world. You were no stranger to a warm gun, nor loss. Your aunt was bit and your dad had to end her life when you were 13. You and your dad were with a group when you were 15-20, but when raiders came through and destroyed your little settlement, your dad got shot and died while you were escaping.

It’s something you’d never forget, your father begging you to leave so he could stall the raiders while you ran. But he saved your life. You’d never forget that either.

You walked the freeway for a couple hours, not saying much to each other as you did so.

Joel was… pensive. Was that the right word? No. More like… frigid. Maybe he was just upset that Tess broke her ankle. Things were going to be harder with just two of you, rather than 3.

“Uh, where are we going anyways?” You finally think to ask him.

“Springfield.”

You wait maybe ten minutes before popping another question. “Did I say something wrong?”

“What?” He asks, oblivious.

“It just seems like… I dunno. You seem grumpy.” You say shyly.

“Fuck you.” He huffs a hint of a laugh and that’s the only indication that he may be joking.

You hoped he was joking or things were going to feel awkward for the rest of this run. “Shouldn’t have said it like that. I mean, is there anything I can do to make things easier for you?”

���Quit talkin’, for one.” Joel shrugged a shoulder.

“Noted.” You sigh and keep walking.

It’s another 6 or 7 miles (with a couple silent rests along the way) before he says anything. “This exit. We’ll camp here tonight.”

You praise god for the words coming out of his mouth. You’re tired, it’s been raining all day, and you just wanted to get inside somewhere and dry off.

You easily could’ve made it another mile or two before dark, but you were more than happy to stop for the evening.

Joel broke you two into an apartment building, checking doors to see if they were unlocked as you made your way through the building. It was fairly free of fungus, but there was grass growing through the first floor.

You made it to the third floor before finding a door unlocked. He held a fist up to you, silently telling you to stay where you are. He opens the door, flashlight in one hand, gun in the other.

You pulled your gun and readied it, just in case. But you stayed where you were told.

You hear him walking around inside the apartment slowly, boots sliding as he whipped around corners to check his surroundings. After a few minutes, he comes back out. “All good.” He nods and you both enter, Joel locking the door behind you.

It’s a modest studio apartment, bed tucked into a corner, couch on the other side of the room, pointed towards a TV in the middle of the room. The kitchen was small but the countertops were nice.

You prayed you’d get lucky, walking over to the faucet and turning it on. “Shit.” You curse as nothing comes out.

Joel just scoffs.

“What?” You look at him.

“You don’t really expect there to be running water in a place like this, do you?” He sighs.

You were sick of his attitude at this point. You were just gonna keep your head down, get through this run, and then tell Tess you can’t work with this guy anymore.

“I guess not… just thought I’d give it a shot.” You shrug, trying not to snap back at him.

You’re tired, you’re hungry, you’re now grumpy because Joel is grumpy… you just need food and sleep and everything will be better tomorrow.

You sat on the couch, digging in your bag for the sandwich you’d packed. You watched Joel sit on the bed, look through his pack and pull out a snack as well. Some nuts, it looked like.

You ate in silence, not looking at each other, not paying much attention to each other.

It’s only when you were both done eating, trying to figure out sleeping arrangements that he would finally start a conversation.

“Y’can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.” Joel says gruffly.

“Alright.” You keep yourself from offering other options, trying to be agreeable.

You switch places with him and although you wanted nothing more than to take off your wet shoes, you had to be ready to run at a moments notice in this world.

You put your gun under the pillow before laying down, resting your head on it. Joel laid on the couch, pulling a blanket off the back of it and covering himself with it.

It didn’t take long to fall asleep, tired from the walking you did today. Plus, you’re not sure how, but the rain really exhausts you.

It was the fact that you woke up only a couple hours later to the sound of Joel groaning about something that had you rolling your eyes.

You turn your head to look at him. He’s laid on his back, arms crossed over his chest, he’s mumbling to himself. If you’d known he was a sleep talker or whatever, you would’ve found some earplugs to bring with you.

“No.” Is the only thing he’s saying now, and the only thing you could make out.

“Joel.” You whisper loudly.

“No. No.” He repeats himself.

You pull your blanket off, getting up and walking over to him. “Joel.” You whisper again.

“Mm mm.” He hums in a negative tone.

“Joel.” You speak in a low voice and reach to touch his shoulder.

Your fingers are hardly on him when he yelps a “Sarah!” and swiftly grabs your left arm. His eyes snap open and he looks at you. You’ve never seen someone so terrified in your life. And you certainly never thought you’d see Joel this way.

He releases his tight grip on your wrist, you were sure there’d be some light bruising. He visibly gulps, his knitted-together eyebrows slowly relaxing as he stared at you for another second.

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly.

“Fine.” He nods, voice soft. He crosses his arms and closes his eyes once more. “Go back to bed.”

“If-“ you start.

“If nothing. Go to sleep.” He grumbles and turns away from you.

You sigh and turn on your heels, walking back to the bed and crawling into it. It’s the second time you try falling asleep that takes longer.

***

The next morning you’re woken up by the constant opening and closing of cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, the occasional sound of things sliding around on shelves.

You lift your head and turn to face the kitchen. “Joel?” You rub your eyes.

“We should go. Just lookin’ for supplies we might want.” He says plainly.

“Okay. Let me help.” You swing your legs over the side of the bed and walk over to him.

He holds his breath for a moment. “It’s easier if I jus’ do it.”

You step back. “What, I stink or something?” You sniff your pits. They’re not great, but not bad either.

“No, you- you smell fine.” He blurts out. “I’m almost done looking.”

You cross your arms and shrug. “Whatever.”

You walk over to the bed and grab your backpack, slinging it over your shoulders. Joel was done after a minute or two. You watched him put a couple cans of food and a pack of bandages into his pack before putting it on his back.

“Let’s go.” He nods at you and unlocks the door, checking the hallway before walking out.

You follow behind, going down the stairs to ground level and finding your way back to the interstate.

You and Joel walk for three or four hours before resting for a bit, glad you hadn’t come across any infected. When you asked Joel why, he explained the patterns of the infected, the way they combed through cities in dense packs because that’s most likely where they could find people to infect.

You’re not sure how it all worked, how smart an infected person could possibly be with mushroom for brains. But you decided not to poke the bear, leaving questions for later. To be spaced out, as not to annoy Joel.

You kept moving, going another five hours before approaching Worcester. Which meant you were about halfway to Springfield. A total of six more days with Joel if you were calculating right.

“There’s a small firefly settlement here. If I mention Marlene m’sure we’ll get a warm meal and a place to sleep.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face, if you’re not mistaken.

The simple pleasures in life. That’s what made Joel happy? Good to know. Next time he says ‘fuck you’ you’ll give him a hot can of beans and a bedroll, problem solved.

“Sign me up.” You grin at him and he actually returns a small smile. The longer you were with him, the slowly more tolerant and tolerable he became.

You made your way into the city, having to redirect a little when seeing a couple of infected roaming around.

You finally approached a tall fence, two people standing guard just inside. They raised their guns toward you. “Stay right there!”

You and Joel pause.

“Joel Miller! I know Marlene!” He yells to them.

The two men look at each other before lowering their guns. One of them speaks again. “How?”

“I’m a smuggler for the Boston QZ. Makin’ a run to Springfield. Need somewhere to stay for the night.” Joel responds.

“And who’s she?” The man asks, nodding towards you.

“This is Y/n. A trusted associate.” Joel glances at you for a second before looking back to the man.

The guards look at each other once more, exchanging a few hushed words. They look up to someone posted at the opening of the gate and nod to him.

The gate slides open as the two men beckon you inside.

Joel thanks them for their hospitality as you follow him into the settlement. One of the men, who introduces himself as Tom, takes you to what they’ve set up to be a mess hall in an old restaurant.

“We don’t have much extra room.” Tom explains. “May have to put you two on the floor somewhere.”

You and Joel nod, “Thank you. We just appreciate you letting us stay.” You smile.

Tom smiles at you two. “Go ahead and get something to eat. I’ll meet you back here in 20 to take you somewhere to sleep.”

You and Joel thank him once more before going to the counter to be served soup and bread. It wasn’t gourmet, but it was better than what you’d eaten the last couple of days. And warm.

It wasn’t particularly cold this time of year, but the rain always made it feel colder. Tonight, being in a safe place, you’d actually get to take off your shoes and let them dry overnight. You were rather excited for dry shoes.

You and Joel sat down and ate across from each other. You tried to make conversation. “They’ve got a nice set-up here.”

“Mhm.” Joel hums around the bread in his mouth.

You study Joel’s face for a long moment, the dimples hiding that would certainly show with at least a half hearted smile. They were cute. His worry lines on his forehead. The crows feet at the edges of his eyes.

His eyes. They’re looking right into yours. “What?” He raises a brow.

“N- nothing.” You shake your head and look down into your soup as you continue eating. Joel doesn’t say anything else and you’re happy to be off the hook.

Tom returns as promised after about 20 minutes, giving you more than enough time to eat firsts and seconds. It’s the fullest you’ve been in months.

Tom brings you two out of the mess hall and down the street to a small house. “Alright. Well, it’s not a room. It’s a garage. But it’s got a bed.” He says, lifting the garage door open to show a makeshift room made in this house’s garage. A full size bed, a dresser, a very old TV, and some shelves with action figures lined up on them.

“You can uh, share the bed.” He looks at you, then at Joel, who was scowling slightly. “Or- or,” Tom speaks again. “I see you’ve got sleeping bags. One of you could also sleep on the floor. I don’t- it doesn’t matter to me. But this is all we’ve got. Restroom is just inside the house, to the left when you walk in.” He points at the door connected the garage to the house.

“Thanks.” You nod at Tom and nudge Joel’s arm with your elbow.

“Thanks.” Joel finally says after a minute.

Tom smiles briefly. “I’m across the street. Come see me before you leave. We’ll send you with some food… goodnight.” He waves to you both.

“Night.” You and Joel say in unison.

Whoever was sleeping on the floor was gonna freeze their ass off. It was a concrete floor and you knew it probably wouldn’t be over 45 degrees until the sun rose the next day. You felt selfish, wanting the bed. But you decided to offer it to Joel anyways.

“Since I had the bed at the last place, you can have it.” You say to Joel as he closes the large sliding garage door.

“No. You take it.” He says in a soft tone.

“Or we could sh-“

“No, I insist.” He says a little firmer now, keeping you from finishing your sentence.

“Alright.” You sit on the bed and unlace your shoes, kicking them off before peeling your wet socks off.

Joel rolls out his sleeping bag not far from the bed, then takes his own shoes and socks off.

��I need to change into dry clothes.” You sigh, looking through your bag and grabbing a fresh, dry outfit.

“Me too. I’ll, uh, change in the bathroom.” He picks up his bag and walks out of the garage without another word.

You quickly peel off your jeans and shirt, then your panties. You leave the bra because it’s the only one you have at the moment.

You take a second to put up your hair before slipping into a shirt when you hear the garage door.

“Not done yet!” You pull the shirt down to your thighs and turn towards the door quickly, catching a mere glimpse of Joel before he’s turning away and closing the door again.

He had to have seen your ass. There’s no way he didn’t.

You sigh. Oh, well. Whatever. In a week you’d never see this guy again so what’s the point in being embarrassed?

You step into a new pair of underwear and cargo pants before calling to Joel. “Okay, you can come in.”

He hesitates but after a second he’s stepping back into the room and shutting the door behind himself.

“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes for having walked in on you.

“It’s fine.” You laugh it off.

You crawl under the three blankets that were on the bed, thankful your body heat would be well insulated overnight.

Joel turns off the light overhead before getting into his sleeping bag and zipping it up as much as he can with his head still poking out.

Over the next ten minutes or so, you hear his breathing get slightly heavier and you assume he’s fallen asleep. You pass out a few minutes later.

***

You’re woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of Joel’s teeth chattering while he sucked air through his teeth, shivering violently.

“Joel.” You whisper.

“H- huh?” He responds between his teeth clicking together.

“Come here.” You say flatly.

“What?” He turns towards you.

“Get up here. It’s warm.” You sigh, staring at the ceiling.

“M’fine.” He grunts.

“Joel, get in the fucking bed. Your shivering is keeping me up.” You order him, rubbing your eyes.

Once you hear his sleeping bag unzip and he gets up, you scoot over to the other side of the bed so he can get in. Your body had warmed the spot so you know it would warm him up at least a little to start with.

Joel lifted the covers and slipped under them next to you, sighing with relief at the change in temperature.

You roll to face away from him, he’s laid on his back, his shivering finally slowing down and stopping, letting you finally fall back asleep.

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

The battle.

Chapter 13/?

Word Count: 3,037 out of 44,542

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You watched with wide eyes and staggered breathing as Wally slowly stood on his shaky feet, no doubt still feeling the aftershocks of Howdys punch. Since when was Howdy that strong?

You looked up at Howdy, who still had a hand on your back and another on your shoulder as if he was sheltering you from Wally. His concerned eyes glancing down at you,

“Y/N Are you alright? What happened?” 

Your body still felt tingly and light as a feather, but with all things considered you felt fine. You most definitely could feel worse at the moment. 

You gave Howdy a nod before speaking, 

“Im...I'm fine. Home has control of Wally. We need to help him, and the others.” 

 You turned to look at the others who were standing in front of the stage. Frank, Poppy, Julie, and Eddie all looked concerned, Whether for you or Wally you couldn't tell. 

Howdy looked concerned and only moved to hold you closer to him, the hand on your shoulder giving you brief comfort. Your legs shook as you stood and he could tell you were still weak from the threads removed from your system. 

As you looked back at Home you could see Sally behind him, she was still suspended on the moon prop that now swung gently side to side. The gentle mental creaking made her hands grab onto the sides of the moon tightly as her chest rose and fell frantically. Her panic was evident now that Home no longer had control. 

          You weakly tried to move closer to Sally, despite Home standing in the way. 

As your legs shook and you tried to move closer to Sally, you couldn’t help but wonder where Barnaby was, seeing as he was the only missing neighbor. 

Of course, you wouldn't have to worry for long, because just as Wally moved to raise his hand and command more threads to tangle you from the ceiling, You saw the large dog barreling towards him. 

Before you could stop him, you watched as the giant dog wrapped his arms around Wally. Pinning his hands to his sides, successfully stopping him from commanding more threads. 

Barnabys' arms held Wally still as small amounts of stuffing fell from his injured arm. You couldn't help but wince at the sight, part of you felt bad that you hurt Wally. 

You quickly reminded yourself this wasn't Wally anymore. It was Home. And he was the whole reason you were caught in this mess to begin with. 

“..Home.” 

Home looked up at you. His face originally focused on the floor as he struggled in Barnabys' grip,

He looked pissed. 

“I want to go Home. I want no part in your fantasy world.”

You briefly saw Barnaby and Sally wince at your cuss, which again you may have found funny if not for the situation you were in. 

You also couldn't help but notice how Howdys breath hitched at your insult to his neighborhood. To your shock he didn't seem to mind the cuss, you didn't look at him regardless. 

Barnaby looked down at Home and seemed to be moving to speak in an attempt to calm him…

Before he could speak you watched in horror as threads shot from the ceiling, you lunged forward and tried to move him out of the way with a shout.

The threads landed straight into Barnabys' head. 

The theatre stood in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the shocked gasping of Barnaby before he fell over with a loud thump. Even the creaking of the moon Sally sat atop of stopped. 

“...Now look what you made me do.” 

Howdy pulled you closer to himself as you saw more threads hanging tauntingly from the support beams in the ceiling. 

“None of this had to happen. You could have come willingly. It's a shame to see one of my most prized projects fail.. Y’know?”

Despite Howdys' hushed warnings that came to your ears, you took a step forward. Your hand gently pushed Howdys hand off of your shoulder as you took a shaky step forward. 

“What… What do you mean.” 

Home chuckled and stepped forward, his shoes clicked against the hardwood. Making your skin crawl with anticipation of his next move. 

“You weren't supposed to be sentient when you arrived. I have put so much effort into bringing you here. To Saving You.” 

It felt as if you and Home were the only two in the theatre. Your eyes buzzed and your ears rang as you quickly felt faint. You were sick of being left in the dark of your own life, you hated this game of Cat and Mouse you found yourself in. 

So you would put a stop to it. 

“...And you have spent all this time trying to get me under your control to ‘save’ me, I would probably be flattered if that wasn't so creepy. Why do you really want me here, Home.” 

You were so tired of being scared of Home. You needed answers, and in your mind, you held the upper hand with the other neighbors now on your side. 

You tried ignoring the way your skin crawled as you heard the threads on the support beams slither down closer to you with an unnerving squelch. As if they were coated with something. 

Home stood silent and unmoving for what seemed to be an eternity before you finally saw him take a step closer to you. If you reached your arm out and lunged just a tad closer, you could hit him. 

“I'm here to save you of course, just as i did the others.” 

“Save us?..” 

Homes smile only grew wider as he stood stiff, like a tiger ready to pounce. 

You didn't let him scare you. 

“Answer my question Home.” 

Home almost looked shocked at your advances, he was used to the easy-to-manipulate mind you once had. 

You've learned to toughen up. 

You expected Home to make another snide remark, however, all that hit your ears was silence. Your ears had even begun to ring as you focused intently on your surroundings.

Somehow you didn't notice the threads reaching for your arms before it was too late. You heard the sickening sound of them slithering and striking as you held your arms up in alarm and a weak attempt to shield yourself. 

You felt no impact.

…And as you looked up, you didn't expect to see Howdy using all of his four arms to hold them away from you. The threads squirmed in his felt hands, desperately searching for something to cling to as they wrapped around his fingers and slowly infected him. 

Your ears rang as you desperately focused on Howdy, listening closer and picking up what Howdy was saying as adrenaline pumped through your veins. 

“..Y/N..! Get..Awa.. Go!.. Get the others and Go!..” 

You looked into Howdys eyes and saw desperate panic, guilt flooded your system. 

None of this would have happened if you just never entered the warehouse, no one would have to fight for you. 

You turned on your heel to run off the stage, before seeing the horrified looks of everyone watching the action happen. 

Suddenly all guilt left your system as you quickly realized that if you never came here, they would still be living in fear of Home. 

…And if you left now you would be damning them to the same fate. Nothing would change. 

So with a sudden burst of determination, you pivoted and made a beeline for Home. You yelled quickly to the others, 

“Get out of here!.. I'll deal with Home!...” 

You briefly turned to Howdy, who was still struggling with holding the threads at bay, 

“I'll make sure you get out safe Howdy. Please hold on,” 

You may have just been imagining things, but you swore you saw Howdy briefly smile before going back to struggling with the threads. You turned back to Home who stood with the same smile he always had plastered on his face. 

You quickly assessed the surroundings. You saw Barnaby still passed out behind Home, and Sally sitting idly atop the Moon that hung from loose support beams, it creaked every time she shifted. 

You had an idea. 

Your body was pumped full of adrenaline, making your hearing and senses heightened as you heard the others run out of the theatre. It provided you with a little consolation knowing they were safe as you ran and moved to rush Home. 

You by no means knew much about fighting, but you did know one thing, and that was Home was small since he was inhabiting Wallys' body. 

An apology briefly crossed your mind to Wally as you saw Homes eyes flash with shock as your shoes squeaked to a sharp halt in front of him, before kicking him. 

It sent him flying to the left wing of the stage. Giving you enough time to focus on freeing Sally. 

Your eyes quickly scanned the Right wing of the stage, and to your relief, you could see a very tall ladder, it was almost the perfect height of the moon Sally sat atop of.

You quickly rushed towards it, tripping over your own feet as you practically fell on top of it while desperately dragging it. It scraped against the wooden floors with a sickening squeal. The varnish is most definitely being ruined in its wake. 

You’d apologize to Sally later for wrecking her stage. 

You were able to drag it almost halfway before feeling your back hit something tall and fuzzy. Turning around you could see Barnaby. 

Brief relief flooded your system before you felt his large fuzzy arms wrapping around your arms and torso in a tight grip. Making you drop the ladder and squirm in his grip as you tried to crane your neck to look up at him. 

His expression was blank, and you could see threads reaching from the ceiling into his head and neck. 

As you continued to fight Barnaby as he held you, your ears could hear Home from the other end of the stage walking towards the both of you. His shoes clicked against the ground as he took labored steps. 

Looking towards the ground you could see the scissors that were once impaled into Wallys' arm resting nearby. If you could break free from Barnabys' grip, you may just be able to reach them. 

Making a desperate decision, you hunched over in his grip and moved your head to his arm, wasting no time as you bit into his plush arm. Hard.

You could feel your teeth pierce through his fabric arm, and you physically had to hold back a gag from the sheer sensory of it. Once Barnaby yelped and pulled his arm away, you kicked your legs back to push away from him. Successfully breaking free and making a run for the scissors. 

The cold metal of the metal scissors gave you momentary relief and satisfaction as you turned around and saw Barnaby walking towards you again. Without any hesitation, you lunged for him with the scissors. 

You jumped as far as you could and just barely were able to grab onto his shoulder as you heard him try to speak in confusion while he tried to grab you and pull you into his arms. 

Thankfully you were able to reach the threads just in time to snip them and free Barnaby.

Much to Homes's dismay of course. 

“Why can't you just Accept my Help!..”

Barnabys' legs went weak as he was freed from the threads, he blinked a few times before lifting you off of him with ease. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you quickly barked orders at him. You needed to free Sally and Howdy to get the hell out of here. 

“Barnaby. Get the ladder and get Sally down. I'll distract Home” 

You whispered the last part, hoping Home didn't hear as Barnaby nodded and quickly stood and ran towards where the ladder was last abandoned.

With Barnaby now focused on saving Sally, you focused your attention on Home. Who now stood across the stage holding his injured arm that still had stuffing leaking from it. His steps turn into limps, clearly from when you kicked him. 

You couldn't help but feel the slightest amount of empathy for Home. Maybe he was just really trying to help. 

As you glanced over at Howdy you saw he still stood struggling with threads now wrapping around his multiple arms. His green-felt skin was now blackened from what you could only assume was the ink that dripped from the threads. 

You made up your mind quickly that Home didnt deserve your sympathy. You gave him more than enough chances to explain himself and prove he was doing the right thing. 

You looked back to Home as you saw him standing, no longer moving towards you. 

“Why did you have to make things difficult? Why couldn't you accept my help.”

You were exasperated and tired at Homes adamant preaching for you to accept his ‘help’. 

“Because i dont need your help.” 

You took a few steps closer to Home. Your hands still firmly gripping the metal scissors, and as you saw Home lift a hand to command more threads toward you, you were quick to snip them.

“Im not weak Home. Im not hurting, and i especially don't need you helping me. If anything you seem to need the most help out of everyone here.” 

You could hear Barnaby setting up the ladder to free Sally as you continued to close the distance between you and Home. You didn't know what you would do once you reached him, but you knew it was your turn to have the power in this situation. 

“I mean, I'm not the one who possessed my so-called friend. I'm also not the one who would lock him up in his own Home.” 

The memory of Wally looking at you from his own window before it slammed shut still made you feel chills. Homes' treatment of Wally was unjust. Home especially had no right to talk about helping people. 

Home steadily backed away from you before he tripped over a small cord used to power a few strings of lights. If only for a moment he looked panicked. 

“I was helping him!.. You don't have the full story. And you never will!.. You were never meant to remember.. I thought I..!-” 

You stopped in front of him, twirling the scissors in your hand. 

“You thought what?.. That you could mind control me and dress me like your own little doll?..” 

You felt your emotions bubbling over, and as you looked down at the pants that were given to you the day prior, you felt enraged. You hated how they matched Wallys. 

…But you also remember how Wally had tried to help you. He genuinely wanted to offer you advice, and also sat with you in Howdys bathroom while he explained what he could. 

None of this was Wallys' fault. 

As you looked at Wallys' arm that still leaked small amounts of stuffing, you knew you had to be more gentle with Wally. He may be possessed by Home but it was still Wallys' body. 

You opened your mouth to speak again, hoping to convince Home to let Wally be free before you watch Home let out a blood-curdling scream. 

His body trembled as it curled in on itself, and you didn't have to wonder what happened for long as you saw a bright illumination of something hot reflecting off of a nearby wall. 

Turning around you saw Howdy, he had somehow freed one of his hands from the threads long enough to light one on fire. To your horror you watched as the flames spread to the roof, quickly igniting the other strings like gasoline.

The ceiling almost immediately exploded in flames. A chain reaction from the sheer amount of ink that had dripped from the various strings.

You coughed as the smoke quickly filtered down, in a panic you turned to look at Home, only to see his eyes closed and his body no longer moving. 

Quickly dropping to your knees you put a hand to Wallys' chest, feeling the slight rise and fall of his torso, you let out a stuttery sigh of relief as you threw him over your shoulder and looked at Howdy. 

“Howdy!... We gotta go!..” 

You glanced to where Sally once was and felt instant relief flood your system as you saw she was no longer there, you assumed she got out with Barnaby. 

Rushing over to Howdy as quick as you could with Wally unconscious on your shoulder, you snipped the remaining threads that were wrapped around his hands and arms before they too could light on fire. 

You didn't even want to begin to think about what would have happened to Howdy if you were even a second too late. Felt and fire never were a good combination. 

But of course, neither did skin. 

As the threads you snipped ignited and fell, you felt the searing pain of them falling on your arms. You were still coughing as you flinched and recoiled your arm, a small yelp just barely coming through your mouth past your coughing fit. 

It was loud enough for Howdy to spring into action and grab Wally from your shoulder with his upper hands and pick you up with his lower.

Wally was slung over Howdys shoulder while you desperately clung to Howdy. The world around you felt foggy, and as you opened your eyes you could see just how much smoke had culminated in the building. 

Surprisingly Howdy wasn't struggling with the smoke, you supposed it was just another difference between humans and puppets. 

You decided to place your trust in Howdy as your head fell on his shoulder, you were tired and felt like death. 

Your lungs burned as you heard the door to Sallys' house slam open, the cold breeze that met your skin as you made it outside felt like a blanket.

Surely it wouldn't hurt if you took a quick nap. 

As you fell asleep you swore you could hear Howdys voice…

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UGH FINALLY I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER writers block hit me like a BUS but i finally got a consistent schedule back to get this chapter out!

Hope you all enjoyed!!! Next chapter will be out soon too i promise! i swear no more month long breaks lol

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...maybe if you strain your ears hard enough you can hear what Howdy said, teehee points up at the chapter again (secrets secrets...)

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WHO WILL IT BE?

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{Nanami + Toji + POC Reader}

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⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Cockiness (Love It) by Rihanna AND OR Lollipop by Lil Wayne [Nanami + Toji + Reader theme song for this chapter] {both of these songs use to be my jam as a kid 2000 kids STAND UP}

⟿ Word Count: 5,200 +

⟿ Toji + Reader short smut scene | Nanami + Reader smut scene & Toji watches | plot building + dialogue

⟿ Summary: A couple hours later you’re ready for round 2 not knowing what you’d get yourself into. Once you were asleep Nanami asks Toji a random question that might change a lot for everyone involved. Will Toji accept? And will you be okay with the decisions being made behind your back?

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: contains smut, pet names, the use of every hole, cream pie, fingering, oral sex, dom/sub, soft dom vs semi hard dom, threesomes, light BDSM, fem reader, black fem reader/you, and etc. [please don’t read if easily triggered or not 18 +]

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & please don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. This chapter is slightly shorter than the last chapter sadly but I hope the smut makes up for it. ANYWAYS, this is my first tumblr fic so if you leave a heart, reblog, or comment it’s greatly appreciated! If there are any errors I am open to anyone correcting me in the comments, leaving feedback, or dming me. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when I wrote this!

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒲𝒜𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒰𝒫 𝒜 𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒫𝐿𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐻𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸𝑅 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

 

 

You open your eyes slowly looking around as you do. You look to your left and right and see the two big men lying next to you. They opted to put their boxers back on but you’re still naked sandwiched between the two of them. Not wanting to move you just look at Nanami who’s sleeping peacefully while hugging on your waist and one leg hooked around your leg. Toji has his arm around your neck and another in your hair playing with it as he’s awake. 'Fuck, I forgot my bonnet!' You think to yourself slightly frustrated at how you keep forgetting.

 

 

“Finally up I’m itching to smoke one,” Toji complains while rubbing his temples now. You chuckle softly before fully sitting up and moving Nanami’s limbs slowly so as to not disturb him. You scoop down and throw your dress back on; it’s a long one touching the floor made of cotton, solid black, and strapless.

 

 

“Come upstairs we can smoke one real quick before Kento wakes up.” You whisper trying not to overuse your voice as it was hoarse all because of Toji. You walk out of the room beginning to walk upstairs and you feel Toji staring you down as he follows closely behind you. You get to your shared room with Nanami and swing the door open. You waltz to the bathroom to freshen up really quickly since everyone’s juices are dry on your body. You wet a rag as you pull your dress up over your butt and wipe yourself up recounting the fun morning you’ve had so far.

 

 

‘Who says it has to stop here,’ you think devilishly to yourself before walking back out. Toji’s sitting on your bed now and looking around your room examining it; making sure to take in every detail.

 

 

“You like to decorate or clutter a space but it’s cute,” he blurts out as you sit next to him. You lean over to your bedside table and open the vintage cigarette dispenser, Toji raises an eyebrow. “Now I need one of those.” He points out as you hand him a cigarette. He pops it in his mouth and you light it for him loving the intimacy between the two of you.

 

 

‘I wonder if Ken would be okay if I asked for a second boyfriend. Toji would be a great addition,’ you think to yourself as you put the cigarette between your lips.

 

 

“Let me light that for you,” Toji suggests grabbing the lighter not really waiting for a response, and lighting your cigarette.

 

 

You take a long drag and smile as you exhale; “I had fun with you today. I'd hate for it to end.~” You tease lustfully while leaning on his shoulder which makes him tense up slightly. You look up at him and he’s blushing softly trying to just smoke his cigarette.

 

 

“How did you know I liked you?” Toji inquires taking another long drag and exhaling just as quickly.

 

 

“You turned down Angel, practically melted when I gave you a lap dance, and lastly you couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night whenever I was working. Same as Kento,” you explain in between a couple of puffs of your cigarette. Toji looks at you flabbergasted as he didn’t think you’d notice.

 

 

“I uh, can’t deny you’re beautiful and I’d do anything to protect you. But I’ve been wanting to tell you that I um, have a son,” Toji explains trying not to look at you until you force him to by grabbing his face.

 

 

“I don’t care if you have a kid or kids Toji. I bet you’re an amazing dad, what’s his name anyway? What’s he like?” You ask sincerely turning your full attention to him.

 

 

“Well, his name is Megumi. He’s a smart kid, but quiet not as loud as me. He is a good mixture of me and my ex. I’ve finally been able to get him into a private school and he’s made some friends like Yuji and Nobara. I haven’t always been a good guy or a great father at that. I used to be a hitman for a crime boss named Ryomen, Sukuna. I was just doing it for the money and because I was good at it. I wasn’t able to keep my kid while I was doing it which ruined our relationship and he’s somewhat wary of me now. Mainly because I’d come and go a lot sometimes coming home hurt no kid should go through that so I sent him to his mom. Also, I felt I was losing myself just wanting money and enjoying the killing I was doing so I decided to stop. I was gambling a lot and for a while, once I quit but then I met Nanami. It was a random day at a boujee club I had no business being at just gambling money away and getting drunk as all hell. Nanami offered me a job to be his on-hire bodyguard whenever he needed or for whoever. It’s really helped with getting on the right track and beginning to be able to provide for my son.” Toji recounts heaving a sigh as he finishes venting along with his cigarette putting it out and passing it to you. You turn to put the cigarette butt away in the ashtray and smile at him as you turn back around holding his hand with your free hand.

 

 

“You did what you thought was right, even if it wasn’t. People will do a lot in order to know their family is okay and financially taken care of. I’m glad you met Kento when you did and were able to get back on the right track. I bet your ex and Megumi are happy that you’ve elevated yourself,” you say reassuringly rubbing the back of his hand now. You turn to put your cigarette out and to toss it into the ashtray but as you turn back Toji is inches away from you now.

 

 

“I haven’t opened up to anyone like that, before. You bring out the soft side in me no one’s been able to do that besides my ex and my kid,” Toji explains looking at your lips as he starts to bite his. You lean in closer and so does he so soon enough your lips collide. Toji is rough, full of desire, but it still has a hint of love behind it. Both of you kiss each other feverishly exploring each others lips trying to memorize every movement. Toji pulls away biting your lip as he softly places his hand behind your head. Once apart you look into each others eyes searching for answers. “You’re an amazing kisser and lover,” Toji praises rubbing your head softly before falling into the bed. You follow him lying down as well crawling over to your side as Toji has picked Nanami's side.

 

 

“Thank you, you as well Toji…” you say as you both curl up and Toji starts to cradle you in his arms. You both fall silent enjoying each others company until you feel something poking you. You look down and see the growing tent in Toji’s boxers. Looking back up at him he has a devious look on his face as he slowly pulls his boxers down. You feel the hot appendage smack you on the thigh and you can’t help but chuckle softly. Once done Toji tosses the boxers across the room as he crawls on top of you, you can’t help but stare at his muscles. Particularly his arm muscles how cut and defined they are it’s like you could see each one. You return your attention to his face as he smirks down at you simultaneously pulling your dress off. Once off he stares at your naked body under him so curvy and soft. Toji begins to lick from your neck down to your stomach and back. After a couple of times, he goes down to your sore pussy all swollen and puffy. He blows cool air on your slick opening making you squirm slightly.

 

 

“You’re still craving to be stuffed brat? I’m going to change that for you,~” Toji coos before going straight in and devouring your pussy. He’s sloppy and feverishly as he eats you out. Sucking and licking everything with no real coordination but it feels good. It’s different from earlier and the past men you’ve had. Toji sticks 3 fingers into you hooking into you immediately making you gasp as he continues to sloppily suck on your clit and folds. You moan loudly arching your back as he’s quickening the pace pulling up for air and using his free hand to torture your clit now. “Look at you melting right in my hand you’re such a slutty brat. Cum for me brat. I’m ready to stuff you full of me and have you all to myself,~” Toji teases before kissing up and down your thigh making you squirm and buck your hips as he adds a new sensation to the torture. Your stomach tightens and you squeeze your eyes close as just hearing him talk to you like this makes you go crazy. You grit your teeth together before howling loudly arching your back like you're in the exorcist. Toji laughs loudly as he sees you becoming a mess under him soon after he pulls his fingers out of you making you groan. Toji swipes his dick at your slick entrance one time before just shoving it in deep inside of you making you gasp for air. You claw at his back as he grabs your legs pulling them apart further before leaning more on top of you. Now chest to chest he slams into you making you yelp as he starts to thrust into you at the same depth and speed. You drop your arms as your strength is leaving you but instead, you grip onto your sheets tightly. Toji begins kissing your jawbone nibbling on it before getting to your neck and practically biting you not truly caring about the sore love bites already there. Your moans echo throughout the room and probably the whole house but you could care less. This pleasure was amazing but nothing was better than you and Kento. There was a certain connection you two have that no one could top but Toji was fairly close. Toji pulls away slowly before grabbing your legs again and propping himself on his knees. You without thinking hook your legs with your arms to make it all easier for him. With your knees to your shoulders now Toji grins as he grips your hips and love handles. He slams into you again hitting your already bruised cervix making you groan loudly. Returning back to his original pace Toji drills deep into you making you dig your nails into your own skin. The sound of his balls slapping on your ass echoes throw the room making you smile softly. Soon Toji shifts slightly to the side to hit it at a different angle making you lose your grip on your legs but he grabs them just in time. Using one hand he grips your legs to keep them in place and chokes you lightly with his other hand as his pace quickens. “Fuck your tight brat you feel so good,~” Toji praises as he tilts his head back. But with his words you clench around his dick moaning loudly with pleasure. Causing Toji to go silent as he loses control and slams into you at an unbelievable speed. He keeps this up for a couple moments before releasing deep within you maybe even into your actual womb. You whimper as he stops moving and pulls his dick out suddenly standing up just as fast. He smacks your ass loudly as he watches cum spill out of you and stain the bed.

 

 

“Awww, I missed all the fun,~” Nanami teases from the door looking straight at you with eyes full of lust and a tinge of jealousy.

 

 

‘When did the door open? I bet he heard me from downstairs, fuck,’ you think to yourself as you’re still a mess on the bed trembling from all the sensations. Toji slips his boxers on and sits in a chair in perfect view of the bed.

 

 

“Aw, don’t be like that Nanami I was prepping her. I’ll just sit back and watch,” Toji teases as he leans back into the chair smirking. Nanami walks over to you silently looking at the cum spilling out of you before smacking your sore pussy not too hard but enough to make you whimper softly.

 


“You had fun without me princess. I don’t know how I feel about that,” Nanami says bluntly running his fingers up your leg before swiping your entrance making you squirm. “What to do to you? What to do? Toji can you grab some nipple clamps and a vibrator from downstairs.” Nanami requests as he looks at you smiling as he can’t help but love how spent you look. He crawls on top of you kissing you passionately while nipping at your lip as you moan wanting more of him. “So impatient and so oversexed,~” Nanami teases flicking your nipple which makes you bite your lip. “You know you are mine right?” Nanami asks coldly looking deep into your eyes.

 

 

“Yes, daddy,~” you say softly returning the eye contact trying not to be flustered under his gaze. But, within seconds you crumble and you couldn’t help but get shy all of sudden. You still couldn’t go toe to toe with Nanami. You turn your head as heat starts to explode in your cheeks.

 

 

“But I don’t mind sharing, my love. I just get a little jealous, you understand right?” Nanami says tilting his head slightly before kissing your ear and biting your earlobe softly. Toji returns with the toys Nanami requested placing them on the bed and sitting down again. Nanami slyly grabs the nipple claps and vibrator before pulling away and putting the nipple clamps on you. You moan softly as the cold metal actually feels good on your sore nipples. With the vibrator in hand, he crawls back down to your pussy placing the vibrator on your clit. “Hold the vibrator, my love.” Nanami requests not waiting for the answer as he turns it on to the highest speed with a remote he has next to him. You gasp at the feeling of it being turned on and buck your hips slightly into Nanami. In response he sticks his tongue into your cream pied entrance. It shocks you but you don’t have a lot of time to soak it all in before he begins licking at your folds switching between the two. With his free hand, he tugs on the chain that is connecting the nipple clamps making you yelp while simultaneously bucking your hips in his face. Nanami laughs before pulling his mouth away and shoving 4 fingers deep within you fingering you at an insane pace. You moan as the sound of the juices being pumped out of you is so erotic. Nanami turns the vibrator down trying to torture you and make you beg for mercy. You mewl loudly and look at Toji who’s watching and stroking his dick. All the while he’s licking his lips at the sight he’s seeing. Nanami uses his hand that was tugging on the chain to force you to look at him. “Don’t forget that I am here princess. Don’t hurt my feelings,~” he teases turning up the vibrator speed and picking up the pace of fingering you. He lets go of your face tugging on the chain again gaining a deep guttural moan from you as your stomach starts to tense up. Out of nowhere, you spray Nanami’s lower torso and fingers coating them in your juices. He pulls his finger out of you and licks them seductively before smacking your ass. “Keep that vibrator right where it is, my love. And bend over on the bed feet flat on the ground.” Nanami commands crawling off of you and pulling his boxers off before coming behind you bent on the bed. Without warning or question, he shoves his dick inside of you making you gasp softly gripping at the sheets with your free hand. He bucks his hips deep within you as Toji’s cum coats his dick which made you 10x more slick. Grabbing your love handles he plows into you making you groan with each thrust as it keeps hitting you’re demolished cervix and walls. Nanami leans down so his chest is on your back and he grabs your neck practically lifting you up with his dick fucking up into you which gives him an idea. “Drop the vibrator give me your arms.” He commands so you do as he says and he starts to pull on your arms slightly as he leans back. Your feet are off the ground now as he pulls you all the way down his length to the point you feel his pubic hair on your butt. Nanami thrust deep into you fucking up into you filling you up and giving you no way of running away. Your moans grow louder as each thrust breaks your mind.

 

 

“You feel so good Ken fuck. Pump me full of your cum daddy,” you request in a breathy tone and Nanami doesn’t respond just focused on demolishing you to the point you can’t move. You groan loudly as you cream around him again but there’s no tightening or warmth in your stomach as it was just flowing out of you at this point. You’ve cum so much today that you’re starting to go numb from the bottom down. Your clit practically has a heartbeat as you continuously cum on Nanami’s dick going silent as you are overstimulated. Nanami stops all of a sudden as he groans loudly saying your name like a chant within seconds he cums deep within you. He doesn’t let go though but bucks his hips as if he’s trying to make sure it’s all in there. Still inside of you, he leans down picking you up from the legs and getting into bed.

 

 

“Toji if you are done grab the tin box in her bedside table and spark it she’ll need it. And come lay with us, I think she likes laying with the both of us.” Nanami asks as you tremble in his arms and not coherent at all. Toji does as the man says upset he didn’t get to get his nut off as he has come accustomed to your touch not even wanting to beat himself off; it didn’t feel the same. Pulling his boxers up he gets in bed puffing on a perfectly stuffed joint you have rolled Toji then passes it to Nanami as he exhales slowly.

 

 

“Shit, I haven’t smoked in a while that shit is good,” Toji says as he caresses your face but looks and speaks to Nanami.

 

 

“Ya, I got a friend to start dropping off here. He gets it from Amsterdam and brings back here I hated the shit she was smoking before it was dirt,” Nanami says chuckling softly as he takes a couple of puffs before putting it in between your lips. Like it’s part of your computer programming you inhale taking a long drag before using an un-trapped hand to pull it out to exhale.

 

 

“Fuck..” is all you can muster up to say before taking another long drag from the j feeling the effects immediately thankfully it made your legs not hurt as much. But your sore pussy is still being stretched as Nanami is still inside of you bucking into you every now and then when you clench around him.

 

 

“You’ve had a good day today?” Nanami inquires watching you take a couple more puffs before passing it to Toji.

 

 

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble sleepily thinking about how all you’ve done was get fucked. You snuggle into Nanami as he’s being passed the joint all of you smoke in silence as you slowly fall asleep leaving Nanami and Toji to finish the j and talk.

 

 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝒟 | 𝒩𝒜𝒩𝒜𝑀𝐼 & 𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼 ’𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

 

 

After finishing the joint with Toji Nanami slowly slips out of you as his dick has gone flaccid and watches as the cum leaks out of you. Standing up suddenly he slips on his boxers and you moan softly at the new emptiness and the coldness you felt in your sleep. You shift a little but thankfully don’t wake up and begin to snoring slightly. Nanami chuckles sitting back down slowly and Toji stands up completely and then fully gets out of bed. You groan as it starts to get cold shuffling over to where Nanami was sitting.

 

 

“I guess I can’t leave. But thank you for doing this I don’t know how she would’ve felt if you rejected her.” Nanami says turning to you to rub your side to keep you asleep.

 

 

“Like I said I’ve dreamt about a day like this. I hope I didn’t offend you when I said that it’s just your girl is beautiful and so caring I was shocked that she even brought it up to you.” Toji says crossing his arms and looking out the window as the sun has begun to set now.

 

 

“No, you didn’t offend me I understand it completely. I was the same way with her when I first saw her. She’s so enchanting I just had to know her and she made me think about things I tried to push out. But I have a feeling she’d want to keep this going honestly. She loves you very much I bet she’d want to have us all be together as a couple.” Nanami explains in between chuckles as the thought of that was interesting, to say the least. The two of them are two completely different people in a relationship with you an ethereal woman.

 

 

“I mean, that’d be cool. We’d share her and get to make her a mess almost every day that’d be a dream.” Toji says not thinking before he spoke shaking his head as he replayed what he just said in his head.

 

 

“We do get along pretty well and she’s spent from today. If we were to become a poly couple I could connect you with more work opportunities and it’d be great to have someone here to keep her company while I try to start this small business.” Nanami explains like he’s actually thinking about it. He never saw himself being in a polyamorous relationship but he’s found out a lot of new things about himself recently. “Toji, I’m serious it’ll be like a little surprise for her she won’t see this coming from either of us at all. You could stay here and even bring Megumi she’s great with kids and it’s not far from Tokyo. I don’t know your co-parenting schedule or situation right now but I bet we could work something out.” Nanami states trying to sell the idea to Toji but he’s still looking out the window starting to contemplate his decision.

 

 

‘I mean it’s better than living in that shoebox of an apartment. Megumi could bring his friends over and actually have fun. I’d be in a throuple and I get access to seeing y/n more and get to fuck her whenever with or without Nanami. It’s not the worst idea…’ Toji thinks to himself rubbing his chin as he runs through all possibilities and outcomes.

 

 

“I’m in but I am keeping the apartment I have just in case,” Toji explains looking at Nanami now smirking softly. “You must really love her..” he says softly looking at you now sleeping so peacefully looking like an angel.

 

 

“I do, I really do but I can also tell you do as well. I noticed as well as time went on and I even became jealous. But I thought to myself maybe I’m just being selfish and controlling maybe I am not but still. I don’t want to stifle your feelings and make you not experience what I am experiencing. I see she brings out that side in you Toji, she does the same for me. Who am I to rob you of that experience? And when she told me she wanted to fuck you or have a threesome with you it turned me on thinking about us both demolishing her.” Nanami explains looking at you as well you scrunch up your nose and groan softly before shifting again.

‘So beautiful and perfect how could I not share you, my love? Maybe I’m jumping the gun but everything has gone so fast and has felt so right this feels no different than when I asked her out.’ Nanami thinks to himself as he bites the inside of his cheek as anxiety grows thinking he possibly could mess the whole thing up.

 

 

“Wow she really has changed you, man I need a drink this is something..” Toji teases walking out of the room and downstairs. Nanami kisses you on the cheek covering you with the covers before following behind Toji meeting at the base of the stairs. “I’m gonna grab my clothes and put them on real quick.” Toji explains dipping into the sex room and re-entering wearing his grey sweatpants and black shirt handing Nanami his clothes. Nanami slips them on shaking his head as he didn’t realize he was just walking around with his boxers on.

 

 

 

“Follow me, my office has all the whiskey in it,” Nanami explains guiding Toji to the office and swinging the door open showing a clean and orderly room. His office is dark with one big window in the middle of the wall facing the street. Nanami pushes out a whiskey cart and sits down on a couch that’s conveniently positioned across the room in a nook. Toji plops down next to Nanami heaving a sigh and picking up a cup Nanami pours him a generous amount of ‘Hibiki 30 year old blended whiskey’; Toji nearly jumps out of his skin taking his first sip.

 

 

“How the fuck are you drinking this neat also isn’t this an almost ¥1,000,000 yen Nanami!?” Toji exclaims puckering his lips trying not to spit out the alcohol and Nanami just nods ‘yes’ as he laughs and takes a sip. The two men sit in silence both thinking about what they both just agreed to. “You won’t try to kill me if I get her pregnant right?” Toji teases trying to break the silence and taking a smaller sip from his glass.

 

 

“No, I wouldn’t but she’s on the pill so I am not too worried about it. But she would look even more beautiful pregnant,” Nanami says daydreaming about you pregnant and glowing. “I will control my jealousy but we can give it a trial run to see how you feel about it by the end of the week. You don’t have anything planned or jobs lined up this week do you?” Nanami inquires twirling his cup as he thinks about how this will all play out.

 

 

“No, I’d be happy to fuck your girl all week and see if I wanna commit.” Toji teases laughing softly as the drink and joint were affecting him.

 

 

“Then let me know by Friday how you feel about it,” Nanami says ignoring what Toji just said but just smirks shaking his head. “You are a devious dog aren’t you,” Nanami teases this time taking another sip of his drink and finishing it off.

 

 

“You saw what I did,” Toji replies taking another small sip trying not to waste the drink. “We had her trembling like a leaf and before you barged in she was spent,” he explains pointing at Nanami.

 

 

“You saw her she wanted me,” Nanami says grinning from ear to ear now. They both chuckle thinking about how you were so ravenous for the both of them.

 

 

“Serious question, do you want to marry her Nanami? Like you said she has made you think, change for the better for yourself, and you even seem happier around her. Why not just take her completely off the market now.” Toji inquires just chugging the rest of the glass and coughing a little bit once he was done.

 

 

“I do actually she really brought out a new Nanami Kento one I never expected. I’ve always been gentlemanly but this go around courting her I enjoyed doing it. Even if I wanted to devour her right then and there. But she was amazing and fun to be around even if I wasn’t fucking her yet. She was refreshing to be around I didn’t feel like I had to show out for her. I just was me and she adored that even if I was in my growing stages when we started to talk seriously. Also ever since I met her I wanted to protect her don’t get me wrong the past women I was with I’d protect them. But I never truly worried about their feelings or ambitions. I would die for y/n.” Nanami explains staring into his empty glass recounting how you two first met, when he came over to your house, when you guys went on your first date, and the first kiss. Nanami began to feel heat rush to his face so he bowed his head trying to hide the bright red blush covering his cheeks.

 

 

“Wow, that was deep Nanami I understand how you feel. Just protecting her for those few months was enough for me but when I saved her from Geto and Gojo something shifted in me. The last time I felt like I’d die for someone was my kid and ex wife. It’s definitely a refreshing feeling and she’s so heartwarming it just makes you melt,” Toji explains talking with his hands as spoke.

 

 

“Ya, she does that to people I don’t know how but she makes people feel comfortable around her,” Nanami says standing up now. “I’m gonna lay down that glass and joint have hit me all at once. There’s a guest room right next to ours you can rest there.” Nanami explains as he walks out of the office waving ‘goodbye’.




“Thanks,” Toji says as he leans over and puts his elbows on his knees.

 

 

‘I can’t believe this is happening honestly. Nanami has changed so much since when I met him. He was so cold and straight to the point but now he’s smiling.’ Toji thinks to himself before getting up and walking up to the guest room. As he closed the door he turned around to see a huge bed calling his name. Toji strips again down to his boxers and plops into the bed throwing the cover over him. ‘This will be a story I tell my grandkids 'cause this is insane.’ Toji thinks to himself before slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

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Once again I hope you enjoyed this one and can’t wait to upload the next chapter! Also let me know how you guys like the smut in this chapter. I liked the dialogue in this chapter so I hope y’all do as well! I’m so happy people on here actually like this story or smut it warms my heart. And IM HERE FOR ALL THE NANAMI & TOJI LOVERS! ♡ But, don’t forget to comment, leave feedback, leave a note, or anything truly. It’s all appreciated! (・ω<)

© ™TINYPROPHETT

[Please don't copy or plagiarize my work thank you. I don't own any rights to JJK and all photos are from pintrest or here I'll try to tag people if I can]

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[blackypanther9]

Ninjago Masterlist of Uncle x Papa – Nephew!Kid!Lloyd x Adopted Son!Morro x Father!Uncle!Male!Reader

M/n adopted Morro and took Lloyd under his wing, how are these two kids going to cope with each other ? Find out here !

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#Ninjago #Morro x Lloyd x Male!Reader #Father!Reader #Uncle!Reader #Male!Reader #Son!Morro #Nephew!Lloyd #lloyd montgomery garmadon #Morro Master of Wind #Kai Smith #Nya Smith #Jay Walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #Sensei Wu #Misako #Ninja #Lord Garmadon #Multiple Chapters

[nightdreamerr]

well, I finished my first multi-chapter fic (somehow ended up being almost 75k) IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF LIKE DAMN I DID THAT SHIT !! :D

would love it ya checked it out!

After they go their separate ways on the mountain, a ten-thousand-year-old demon critically injures Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian races to Cloud Recesses and has to save him. Upon realizing the threats the demon possesses, they ask the Clans to form an alliance to kill the demon. A new Sect agrees with them... the new Sect from Nightless City.

#mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei ying #wei wuxian #wwx #lwj #mxtx #mdzs fandom #the untamed #cql #mdzs donghua #mxtx mdzs #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #demonic cultivation #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #read on ao3 #fanfic #multiple chapters #original character #golden core

[hellcheerficdatabase]

heart begins to beat

Author: makeshiftcandy

Rating/Warning: Explicit, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 11/11

Description:

He ran when she died.

And she killed him in turn.

Vecna is dead. Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson were, too.

Until they weren't.

Tags: Alternate universe- canon compliant, post-canon, fix-it, angst, hurt and comfort, emotional hurt and comfort, Eddie needs a hug, Chrissy needs a hug, slow-burn, smut, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: completed

#Alternate universe- canon compliant #post-canon #fix-it #angst #hurt and comfort #emotional hurt and comfort #Eddie needs a hug #Chrissy needs a hug #slow-burn #smut #alternating POV #multiple chapters #status: completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #eddsy #munningham #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[mania-sama]

with every line, a comedy

This Will End - The Oh Hellos

This is a long fic with multiple chapters! All titles are taken from songs in the The Oh Hellos album Dear Wormwood.

First work in the small fic series in the blue hours of morning. Currently the only fic; there are more to come! (eventually)

INFORMATION

Genshin Impact

Pairings - Alhaitham/Kaveh, Cyno/Tighnari

Additional Characters - Nahida, Collei

Tags - hurt/comfort, heavy angst, childhood trauma, deaf! alhaitham, neurodivergent! alhaitham, sleepwalking, dreams and nightmares, past child abuse, past human trafficking, past organ theft, kaveh has ptsd, ptsd, slow burn

Summary - The people of Sumeru had not experienced dreams for the past five hundred years. Lesser Lord Kusanali then abolished the Akasha system and returned the wonders dreaming to her people.

However, there are complications that arise with freeing the brain’s unconscious activities. Nightmares start to haunt those that had previously repressed traumatic memories in order to cope.

Kaveh, on the other hand, begins sleepwalking. Alhaitham tries to fix the problem before someone gets hurt.

Or; Kaveh has nightmares and sleepwalks. Alhaitham dreams and deals with the emotions he holds for his roommate.

Word Count - 35,709

Chapters: 6

Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own

CHAPTERS

01 - i know that wicked shape to your smile

02 - bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child

03 - planning without acting, steadily becoming what i hate

04 - batter down my door when you find me defenseless

05 - his translucent skin made me shiver deep within my bones

06 - rattle and shake in the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

#kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #kavehtham #havetham #genshin kaveh #genshin alhaitham #fanfiction #fanfic #multiple chapters #the oh hellos #dear wormwood #ao3 fanfic #alhaitham x kaveh #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fanfic

[scribblecake]

Gentle Lights Ch) 1

I have clawed my way back from the depths of Hell, reborn and with fics in hand.

TW: Death/ Description of death. and some angst...

Inspired by some amazing works from @shanas-baby @droopycoquette and @zeezeecave

~***~

Pain. It was all consuming, blinding, paralyzing pain. The wailing figure above her blurred in and out of focus. Yet Izogie could recognize her. Yet her thoughts were rushing at impossible speeds. This was death. She was dying.

What should she say? What could she say? A million emotions ripped at her heart and she was running out of time. The darkness was already creeping into her vision.

“Nawi…Y-you move l-like a ssloth…” Izogie gurgled before she succumbed to the darkness…

~***~

Time is an odd thing. Sometimes, if one is unlucky enough, its true twisted and warped nature is revealed. Izogie seemed caught adrift in one such limbo. Darkness that spiraled forever and a gentle rhythmic pulsing were her only company.

A stagnant calm, heavy and static weighed at the warrior’s limbs as Izogie floated in the vast nothingness. Yet something nagged at the back of her mind. Something important. Her mind insisted and made her vaguely aware that somewhere in this odd space, pain thrummed from a distant unknown source.

It annoyed and unnerved her. 

“Where was it coming from?”

Occasionally in the static, sounds would slip through the veil of darkness. They warbled and bounced through the cavernous void and Izogie would puzzle over them. At even rarer times light would rip through limbo in thin slices.

Visions would flash in Izogie’s sensitive eyes. A twisted pile of broken bodies, a bloody hand, a sandy shore. None of it made sense and all the while, something somewhere was in pain.

“Where was it coming from?”

With little else to occupy her time the warrior often turned to her thoughts. So this was death? It was more underwhelming than she’d thought. Disappointing even. Despite the numbing calmness, Izogie felt strangely bitter about the thought. And try as she might, she couldn’t help but worry. Had Nawi been captured again? Had she failed that girl yet again? That made the warrior angry. Her… blood? Boiled at the very thought. 

thump…

What kind of a mentor was she? To let down a sister, her sister, and abandon her… Guilt tore through Izogie, fueling her rage.

thump… thump…

How weak of her… Nanisca would be disappointed in her, if she weren’t already!

thump…

Thump… Thump…

Rage, guilt, sorrow, and pure stubbornness lit a fire deep in Izogie’s heart. The darkness seemed to shake and warp. The illusion of stagnant comfort was broken. In its place was a murky unease.

She shouldn’t be here… 

~***~

#izogie #lashana lynch #izogie angst #izogie fanfiction #the woman king #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #the void #angst fic #multiple chapters #chapter 1 #I drink god's horrified tears with ranch #I'm sleep deprived again #here I go killin again

[stiles-o-dylan24]

|| Daryl Dixon x Maddie Green || TWD Rewrite || TAGLIST ||   • DADDIE🎶 • SHIPS OF YAIN •

Season One

Chapter 1 - Days Gone Bye

Chapter 2 - Guts

Chapter 3 - Tell It to the Frogs

Chapter 4 - Vatos

Chapter 5 - Wildfire

Chapter 6 - TS-19

Season Two

Chapter 7 - What Lies Ahead

Chapter 8 - Bloodletting

Chapter 9 - Save the Last One

Chapter 10 - Cherokee Rose

Chapter 11 - Chupacabra

Chapter 12 - Secrets

Chapter 13 - Pretty Much Dead Already

Chapter 14 - Nebraska

Chapter 15 - Triggerfinger

Chapter 16 - 18 Miles Out

Chapter 17 - Judge, Jury, Executioner

Chapter 18 - Better Angels

Chapter 19 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

Chapter 20 - Seed

Chapter 21 - Sick

Chapter 23 - Walk with Me

Chapter 24 - Killer Within

Chapter 25 - Say the Word

Chapter 26 - Hounded

Chapter 27 - When the Dead Come Knocking

Chapter 28 - Made to Suffer

Chapter 29 - The Suicide King

Chapter 30 - Home

Chapter 31 - I Ain't a Judas

Chapter 32 - Clear

Chapter 33 - Arrow on the Doorpost

Chapter 34 - Prey

Chapter 35 - This Sorrowful Life

Chapter 36 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season Four

Chapter 37 -

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Season Eight

Season Nine

Season Ten

Season Eleven

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl Dixon x oc #daryl x oc #the walking dead rewrite #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fan fiction #the walking dead fan fic #daryl Dixon fanfiction #daryl Dixon fanfic #daryl Dixon fan fiction #daryl Dixon fan fic #multiple chapters #masterlist #the walking dead masterlist #you're all I need masterlist

[sheyshocked]

If They Knew Me, They Wouldn’t Want Me (1/5)

Summary: Demoman works as a stripper and doesn’t want Soldier to know that. So of course he finds out in the worst way possible.

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rated: E

Ship: RED Demoman/BLU Soldier

Warnings: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Self-esteem issues

Tags: Strippers & Strip Clubs, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Self-Esteem Issues, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

You can also read it on ao3!

Juggling three jobs was rough. Even without him mum constantly pestering him about being “lazy” and a “disgrace to his father, who worked twenty-six jobs just to provide for his family”. God, Tavish knew she meant well, but damn… If only she knew.

Don’t take him wrong. He loved each and every one of his occupations. Was pretty good at them, too. But sometimes, slaving for Mann Co. during the day, helping out at demolition sites at the weekends and holding a night job in the town was wearing him thin. Still, given a choice, he wouldn’t change anything. Being busy (and drunk) was good for him. It kept the bad thoughts at bay.

Not always, of course. He wasn’t that lucky. Every now and then, not even a shitton of booze and less than four hours a day of sleep was enough to keep him from recalling that night at the loch. Or the look of surprise on his best friend’s face right before he chopped his head off over and over again, and for what? Some shiny relic? Bah!

It’s true the WAR was long since over, and he and Jane had made up, once again meeting behind the backs of their enigmatic and cruel employers like nothing had happened, but the sad truth was that it did happen. And they could never take that back, no matter how hard they tried. The confusion, heart-break, betrayal, how much he missed his best mate every waking hour and loathed him at the same time…

But he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Not right now, when he was just about to climb into his car and drive off to his other job.

He felt kinda like a thief, sneaking off into the night. Thank goodness no one ever asked where he was going. Pfft, can you imagine? A guy who was hired to kill a bunch of other eejits for wearing the wrong color, embarrassed about having a side gig. He knew how ridiculous it sounded. Still, he couldn’t help himself. He liked his teammates, some more, some less, and they would never look at him the same again if they knew.

Same goes for Jane. If he were to somehow find out about this… Tavish would have no other choice but to crawl into some deep gravel pit and die. And that wasn’t him just being overly dramatic. Well, maybe a little bit. But he knew Jane. His beautiful, passionate Jane, how deeply he felt about things. The best possible outcome he could hope for would be a punch square in the jaw. The worst? Him stopping hanging out with him altogether. And he couldn’t have that. Not when he just got him back after years of fighting.

He would never let work tear them apart. Not again.

The alley was dark and deserted, like it usually was. Still, he took the time to check his surroundings, to see if he wasn’t being watched. Call it a professional deformation. But there was really no one there, maybe except for a few stray cats.

Calm once again, he knocked on the last door on the left. Once, twice, three times in a rapid sucession. He heard a rustle on the other side, then the door opened and a bouncer, a man almost as huge as their Heavy, ushered him inside. There, at the end of the corridor, he ran into an older guy in a tuxedo, who was just making a phone call. As soon as it ended, his attention turned to the newly arrived Demoman.

“Tavish, my boy! You’re here just in time! People are already lining up to see you perform tonight. You don’t want to disappoint them, do ya?”

“Eh, ye know me, Marcel. I wouldnae want tae keep them waiting.”

Marcel, the owner of the club, gave him a big grin and a friendly pat on the shoulder before sending him off to the backstage. Some of his coworkers were already there, getting ready for the main event. Most never wanted to talk, or even exchange pleasantries. Here, they were competitors, not a team. Still, it would be weird not to say hi to them. So he did, before making beeline to his vanity.

Time to get dressed.

The costumes, shiny and leaving little to imagination, were probably the most ridiculous part of this job. At some point, he even considered quitting because of it. Just looking at what he would have to wear for the night made him feel mighty self-consciouss. But the pay was good and Marcel kept telling him it would be fine, so he caved in.

“Oh, c’mon, big guy, people will love this, you have the perfect legs for it!”

“I don’t know if ye noticed, but I’m no bonnie lass! What sick bastard could possibly enjoy seeing me in knee-high boots and ton of make up?”

“You’d be surprised. Just give it a shot. You’ll see, trust me.”

He did. And people really loved it, for some reason. There were more of them every night. So much so that Marcel started calling him “his golden goose”. Eventually, Tavish became used to it. The only thing he drew the line on was the stupid pirate costume. That one hit way too close to home.

Tonight, the costume was pretty tame in comparison. A white shirt with some tight leather pants and lacy underwear. Simple and easy to remove. Perfect. He put it on in a hurry, leaving the top of the shirt unbuttoned. It always seemed to drive the customers mad.

Soon, the music started playing, a soft, upbeat tone. Everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and turned to face the stage, where Marcel would announce the first three performers of the night.

“Now, give it up for our gorgeous and talented dancers – Skye, Travis and Blaze!”

A wave of clapping and cheering followed, loud enough it could be heard even behind the heavy curtain that separated them from the crowd. A gentle smile found its way on Tavish’s lips. Blaze was his stage name.

All right. Let’s get this show on the road.

But first, he gave poor Skye and Travis, twins who just started working at the club, a big thumbs up and a mouhed: “Good luck, lads!” Why? Maybe because he remembered just how utterly nerve-wrecking his first shift was. He could certainly use a friendly face back then, and so did they now.

They flashed him a grateful little smile before they disappeared behind the curtain. With head held high and a sultry grin that spelled confidence (which he didn’t feel deep down, but he learned to act like he did – the more cocksure he seemed, the more tips he would get), he followed after them.

Funnily enough, but as much as he dreaded it at the beginning, he came to love the moment when he stepped into the light of the reflectors. It helped that with a bit of practice, he turned out to be a damn good dancer. Nearly as good as he was at making things explode. The way the crowd was cheering him on as he slowly, ever so slowly took off his clothes to the beat of the music… it made him feel desired. Stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself.

Those people down there, when they looked at him, they didn’t see a black Scottish cyclops with a severe drinking issue. They had no idea that the eye patch wasn’t just for the show, that he wasn’t faking the accent or that he was sloshed more often than not. For them, he was just a nice, muscular body to admire.

That was more than he could ever hope for.

As his pants slid to the floor (he never got fully naked on the stage – that was for private shows and lap dances only), he tried not to remind himself of the sheer number of scars he just uncovered for everyone to see.

A monster, an one-eyed monster, his mind kept screaming at him, but he couldn’t hear it over the sound of an applause and his own beating heart.

***

The night went spectacular as always. He certainly couldn’t complain about not having plenty of customers singing him praises and asking for lap dances. Got more than a few generous tips, too. So why did he feel like something was crushing his chest?

By now, he was no stranger to this strange, empty void that enveloped his heart. It usually came after a long night at work. But it would be fine. He just needed to have a drink or two and tomorrow he’s going to town with Jane. That always used to cheer him up a little bit.

#team fortress 2 #boots n bombs #demosolly #demoman/soldier #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #shey scribbles #multiple chapters #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Prevail by xX-Sketchy-Xx

#welcome home puppet show #fanfic #creepy #wally darling #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet #action #horror #frank and Wally are aware #multiple chapters #bro I have no idea how to stop lol #home is evil #✨trauma✨ #trying to stay on character best I can guys #i like to make Wally cry #though I don’t actually believe home is evil #maybe just clueless #He’s evil in this though #its pretty angsty but I promise there is a plot lol

[youhaveaguineapigwhere]

He Can't Get This

Chapter 1

♡Set in Supernatural S14 Ep14. I recommend rewatching the ep or the crime scene bit ;)♡

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That baby cop, he liked you." 

Dean Winchester slammed the door of the impala closed and reached to start her, his jaw tense and lips slightly drawn as he turned the key. 

Castiel tilted his head towards the hunter from his passenger seat, a little lost. "I'm sorry, what?" He shifted a little, adjusting his coat as Dean put the car in reverse, voice blunt but unassuming.

They'd just figured out that the Gorgon couldn't sense Castiel and Jack with his eyeball premonitions, for lack of a better description (most likely because they weren't human) So Cas and Jack would have to lead the attack when they tracked down the gorgon again. Whatever Dean had said made no sense to the angel. 

Cas' voice was that consistent gruff lull and his hair was stuck up at a little part in the back. Dean practiced restraint for the instinct to reach out and smooth it. 

"Mr. Twunk over there," He retorted, throwing a half hazard gesture towards the crime scene. Cas squinted through the windshield and saw a vaguely familiar blond head of hair popping out of a patrol car. The young officer they had spoken to earlier.

"Probably fresh out of academy too." Dean added, his tone short and irritated as he intrigued Cas' full attention, who furrowed his brows and leaned up in his seat.

"Oh, come on," Dean shot Cas a look, "he totally creamed his pants when you pulled the whole 'deep commanding voice thing', he went stiff as a board, don't tell me you didn't notice." He let a soft huff out of the corner of his mouth, his pink lips upturned in a small smirk, though still betrayed by his wound-tight words as he glanced from the road to Castiel. 

"I was more focused on the demi god and his victims, Dean." Castiel explained slowly. 

"Yeah, sure, not the young guy you got all hot and bothered." 

Cas squinted at Dean suspiciously, "Is this merely about your dislike for police officers, Dean? Or is it something else?" He questioned.

Dean forced out a laugh, "It's not anything Cas, just an observation." 

"That seems... untrue."

"Yeah." Dean chided, "And what are you gonna do about it?" 

Castiel's patience had run thin. "Dean..." he tested firmly. 

A blush crept up behind Dean's collar and he gripped onto baby's steering wheel, adjusting his seating, "I just didn't like the way he looked at you, okay, sue me." He threw his hands up for a breif moment before returning them to the sleek black wheel.

Cas titled his head, the line of his jaw catching a fragment of the afternoon sun as they passed by storefronts with big glass windows. "How did he look at me?" 

"Like he wanted you to bend him over and fuck him into next week." 

"Like how you look at me." 

Cas' voice was wet gravel. 

Dean halted on the brakes, jolting them forward, scarlet blush deepening, "What, no! You.. you know that's not- and before you say a word about what we did that one time in lebanon that was different okay! I don't gawk at you all the time Cas."  

"Different how?" Cas challenged. 

The trafic light turned green and a car behind them honked impatiently, "Okay, geez," Dean muttered as they started moving. "Because... I was super horny and hadn't seen you in what, four months?" he continued, "And you're my best friend dude and you were looking particularly moody that day and yeah, maybe I'm just jealous and a little bitch." He sighed, defeated. 

Cas let out a low chuckle. 

"Oh shut up you smug fuck," Dean reached out and shoved a hand over Castiels face, his own now a particular shade of pink. 

Cas cleared his throat and picked up a level tone as Dean's hand fell away, "You know you can always ask to..."

"Oh yeah, I know," Dean interjected, "Just check in between hunts and saving the world and having Micheal locked up in my head and raising our kid to be like 'oh Cas,' I miss the feel of my skin against yours and how you make me act like a dumb teenager and that night in the cowboy hotel was the best of my life and I can't get you off my mind every time you leave. I got Sammy breathing down my neck constantly cause he knows and just wants to rub it in my face but I won't say anything because I refuse to talk about feelings with a sasquatch or like you know ever and I-." Dean's words started out sarcastic and ended with a desperate pout and Cas gave him a kind look, reaching to rest his hand gingerly on Dean’s thigh as the hunter let out a heavy exhale.  

Cas knew life was never easy, for any of them, but Dean was the most important thing to him, no matter how closed off or stubborn he could be. 

"So, you got jealous when a man looked at me with sexual intentions?"

"Cas, you're making me sound like a little bitch again." Dean huffed, the peachy blush crowding against his freckles a complete contrast with his deep manly tone and set, sloping jawline. 

"My apologies, Dean." Cas stated, his eyes soft, "I wanted to know what was going on, and that only works when you tell me." 

"I know, I know." Dean exhaled, "You know I'm not good at this stuff Cas, but I have missed you.. All this running around.. 'drives me crazy sometimes." Dean nodded his head down and looked up at the road through his eyelashes.

Cas silently noticed how after all these years Dean still seemed to physically shrink in on himself a little, anytime he showed vulnerability. Or rather, he wondered with disdain, who exactly had taught him this trait. The only time he seemed to release himself from those instincts is when he let Castiel have him in bed. And oh, how beautiful Dean was then. Bare and trembling under his hands. Never trying to be smaller.

"I've missed you too, Dean." He comforted, knowing no words could come to match how he felt being so often pulled from the man. He looked out the passenger window, watching the landscape slide by, "You know-" he thought aloud, an idea still churning in his mind, "Rowena still needs time to prepare the tracking spell.." He lowered his voice and gave Dean's thigh a gentle squeeze. 

Dean swallowed and tensed his hands around the steering wheel, seeming much more determined to get to where they were going. 

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You Suck, You Rule - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: You Suck, You Rule

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Robin

| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

WC: 970

Warnings: Change in timelines, shy Reader, very awkward Steve, Reader loves chocolate, and overall fun and fluff

"Come on, Robin. I think today is the day. I can feel it in the cosmos or something." Steve exclaimed to his coworker, who just smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. I don't think so, man." She spoke from the break room window.

She grabbed the whiteboard and brought it up, gesturing to it. "You literally have six loses, and zero wins."

Steve cringed as he rubbed at his head with a sigh, looking down to the board before him. "I still feel a bit lucky today."

Robin rolled her eyes, before eyeing a new customer walking into the ice cream shop. "You got a live one. Good luck." She spoke, before closing the break room window.

Steve sighed and turned around, once he saw you, his eyes grew wide. It was like a rom-com Robin forced him to go see once. You were in slow motion, the shop lights creating a halo around your head as you wore a bright smile. Steve's heart started racing faster than normal, as he couldn't help but stare at you. He gulped, feeling his mouth go dry. His cheeks began to flush, feeling hot as if burned.

"Uh... Hello?" You said, slowly approaching the counter.

Steve jumped a bit, causing his hip to bump against the counter. He awkwardly smiled, embarrassed. Quickly, Steve snatched the stupid hat off his head, and leaned against the counter, almost missing it.

"A... Ahoy, what can I get for you?" Steve nervously asked.

You looked over at the menu, before flicking your gaze back to him. "Mmm, I'll have chocolate, please."

Steve let out a nervous sigh and grabbed the scooper and a cone, scooping a nice scoop of chocolate ice cream in the cone. He hoped that you didn't notice his shaking hands. You watched as he put the cone together, before handing it to you. You went to grab your wallet, but Steve raised his hand to stop you.

"It's on the house," Steve said softly.

You blushed deeply, before taking the cone. "Thank you." You said sweetly before you went to sit down in one of the many booths of the shop.

Steve forced himself to take his eyes off of you before he quickly went to the breakroom.

"Robin, there's a girl outside!" He whispered excitedly.

Robin continued to read her newspaper, "Is she cute?"

Steve nodded his head, "Yeah, she's really cute actually. Just, kind of shy. And, uh, cute..."

Robin shot him a look, "You said cute twice now, Harrington."

Steve shrugged, "Well yeah. She's cute."

Robin rolled her eyes and glanced at him, "You going to ask her out?"

Steve sighed, "I don't know. I'm nervous, you know."

Robin chuckled, "What do you usually say when you like a girl? What happened to King Steve?"

Steve cringed at his old title, but he didn't say anything once he heard the small bell on the counter chime. Rushing out, Steve smiled at you as you once again stood behind the counter.

"Hey..." He spoke, raking a hand through his hair.

"Hi..." You responded, smiling gently at him.

Steve gulped, before reaching for the tab of his collar. Was it getting hot in there?

"What can I do for you?" Steve finally asked, leaning up against the counter once more.

"I just wanted to say thank you again, and give you this..." You spoke, handing Steve three dollars.

Steve looked at the three dollars and shook his head with a sheepish smile. "You don't have to pay me."

You shook your own head, "No, this is a tip, for the amazing customer service."

Steve stared at the money, before opening his mouth. "Um... I... Uh... Can I get your number?"

Your eyes went wide, your jaw dropping slightly, "Really?"

Steve nodded his head, "Yeah, why?"

You bit your lip briefly, "Well, it's not every day a cute boy wants my number." You giggled, blushing lightly.

Steve grinned, his Cassanova persona returning.

"Well, it's not every day a beautiful girl like you walks into an ice cream shop." He complimented, to which you blushed shyly.

You took a pen and notepad from the pocket of your pants, scribbling down your digits. You handed him back the paper, "Here's my number. Well, the number of where I am staying…"

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly looked at your watch, eyes widening.

"Oh, I have to go. It was nice meeting you..." You tried off and Steve cleared his throat.

"Steve. Steve Harrington." He introduced himself, bringing his hand out to shake yours.

Steve prayed that his hand wasn't sweating, but when you grabbed his hand and shook it, you didn't seem to cringe away.

"Steve. I'm Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you." You replied, smiling up at him.

Steve hesitated before letting go of your hand, "It's nice to meet you too."

You gave him a soft smile before walking to the door and leaving.

Robin opened the sliding window door, pulling up the whiteboard. Steve watched with anticipation as Robin uncapped the whiteboard marker and hovered over the 'you rule' side, before going over to the 'you suck' side and adding another line. Steve sighed dramatically and threw his hands in the air.

"Oh, come on! But, I got her number. That should be a win." Steve groaned, rubbing at his forehead.

Robin chuckled and rolled her eyes, "You don't get a win until you get a date, Harrington."

Steve pouted and rubbed at his cheek before he left the breakroom, taking his lunch break. as he ate his sandwich, he thought about you. He had never seen you before. You must have just moved during the summer or something. You were cute, but Steve didn't want to rush things. You deserved someone better than him anyway.

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Superphantom: The Ghost King, three hunters, and an Angel.

After tons of years as the ghost king, Danny decided to take a road trip across the country both to take a small break but also to make sure the other spirits outside of Amity Park weren't causing too much trouble.

While Danny is travelling around and getting into misfit he comes across both Bobby Singer and the Winchester gang who don't know he is the ghost king or that Danny is a ghost at all, they just think they had picked up a young scrawny teenager who wants to be a hunter.

This AU has quite a few changes to it and knowledge you kneed to know before we start:

1. Since Danny become basically Schrödinger's boy he stopped ageing past 14, just gained a bit of mussel and slightly more scars for his human half.

2. When Danny got blasted by the whole power of the ghost zone he picked up ever ghost in there's abilities/powers, but can't control all of them or barely uses some.

For example: when Danny gets like SUPER angry he can cause minor storms similar to the tornado ghost but once it starts he can't control it, or for another example, he gained the ability to ride any motorcycle from kitty/Johnny.

3. The Winchester's are just doing basic hunting at this point in time, so no big bad apocalypse or anything like that.

4. Cas and Dean are an unofficial couple, they try to deny anything is between them but something is up.

5. Finally, I hope you have fun reading this story and it's mainly for entertainment.

Chapter 1: little lost ghost.

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Danny looked one last time at himself in the mirror, taking deep breaths and reminding himself that he wasn't going to be gone for long and that the ghost zone was in good hands.

For weeks Danny had made sure the other ghost we're either going to behave or be okay while he will be away.

Clockwork had suggested that Danny should take a break and explore the world, he had been ruling over the ghost zone for more than 100 years, they will be okay with him gone for a year or more.

During the time Danny was packing he had visited everyone he could and gave them his goodbyes, not admitting that he half did this to stall but he knew he had to leave at some point.

As he took one last long look at himself, Danny hadn't aged for years, he was still the same 14-year-old with bags under his eyes, the odd freckle splatter across his face, and scars from his many battles hidden under blue jeans and a hoodie that had a stitched up red heart on it that hid away his black as night hair.

He was stalling again and he needed to leave now.

Daniel grabbed the overstuffed duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder and made sure the strap was right around his body, while he was messing with his bag Fright Knight came into the room to make sure his king was alright.

"My majesty are you taking your crown with you?"

Danny nodded and turned into his second ghost from where the crown floated above his head, making Fright knight nod with a smile.

Danny turned back to his human self, quickly running up to his loyal knight and hugging him tightly, Fright knight was a little confused at first but quickly hugged Danny back.

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It took nearly three hours for Clockwork to get Danny to stop hugging and saying goodbye to everyone AGAIN.

He gave his usual dad speech before he left the ghost zone, the basic warnings that any parent would give;

"Don't get into random people's cars" "do you have enough money?" "If a ghost is giving you any trouble you have my permission to deal with them as you see fit."

Danny smiled as he looked back at all his friends who were waving to him as he left, he was going to miss all his mischievous friends.

The small ghost king went through the only open portal to the human realm, which led back to Danny's old home and basement, dust covering everything that had been left alone for years, the thick musty air filled his lungs as his steps creaked on the corroded metal steps.

Once upstairs Danny had to leave quickly or he would be stuck trying to recall his life before everyone had gone on with their lives, leaving the old place to its state of abandonment.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he walked through the door and out at the last bit of daylight, his human half finally breathing fresh air was colder than he was expecting.

Danny scanned his surroundings and noticed that the leaves were already transforming into spots of gold and browns, and red colours, leaving nothing but the turning of the season to be gazed upon.

With one big gulp of frozen air, Danny made his way down the cracked sidewalk, planning to leave for the road but he knew he had to see one more person before he left, someone that wanted him more than anything but had made his life a living hell for a bit.

Danny had to say his last goodbye to Vlad Masters...

By the time Danny reached the old Frootloops castle, it was past midnight and Danny was feeling actually calm as the cold wind flowed around him.

Danny was no longer scared of Vlad, and in truth at this point just saw him as an overdramatic millionaire, including since he stopped trying to get Danny to be his son.

When Danny knocked on the front door it flung right open causing Danny to nearly turn ghost but after the scare, he slowly calmed down and went inside the castle which was still very clean from what he could see in the dark.

"Hey, FruitLoop! You in?",

Danny's voice echoed loudly, soon being greeted by some kind of crashing noise coming from one of the rooms upstairs.

Just as his voice died out Vlad who was wearing striped pyjamas had rushed down the stairs, turning on the lights just as he rushed over to hug Danny in the tightest hug he had received so far.

" Daniel my boy! I heard the news already, I thought you would have left by now, but I'm so glad you hadn't yet".

Same old Vlad, always welcoming Danny in open arms even after all these years.

"Hey, I couldn't leave my old crazy fruitloop without saying something, you know me always wanting to have the last pun".

Each stared at each out then started to burst out laughing like how old friends would, being so glad to see each other even if it would be a while yet again.

Both Halfa's caught up on what they had missed in each realm, how the ghost zone was peaceful-ish and that everyone there was doing fine.

As for the human realm, things had gotten a little more interesting since more supernatural creatures were starting to show up more, and how some troubles came and went.

Danny was both relieved and a little scared that other than ghosts were being a bit bolder on coming out since it meant that he could possibly not be hunted the moment he shows his ghost self.

As Danny was about to go Vlad wouldn't let Danny leave before giving him some cash and a credit card to use while on the road.

With the last of his goodbyes done, Danny finally set out, leaving Amity Park for the first time in years and into a bigger new world.

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It took only two and a half weeks, nearly a new record for Danny to be in some kind of danger, and for once it wasn't ghosts.

No, what was after him this time was an actual vampire this time, meaning Danny was unprepared to defend himself so all he could do was run as fast as he could which was surprisingly only a little faster than the bloodsucker who was hot on his trail.

Danny spirited around trees, barely avoided tripping into ditches and was not having a good time whatsoever.

He had tried a few times to turn intangible but with a vampire so close by it was pretty hard to concentrate on any of his abilities, especially since if he even stopped for one second he could be a full goner.

"Just got to last till sunrise, just till then, vampires have to hate the sun at least a little",

Danny kept on talking to himself to keep himself moving forward no matter what, just at least till the ankle bitter gets off his trail.

" oh, little boy~ you can't run forever, not even a hunter will last much longer".

Danny cursed his need to make a sarcastic quit while he is in panic mode, if only he kept looking forward he wouldn't have caught his foot on a loose tree root and sprained his ankle badly as he rolls hard into an open plain, leaving him defenceless as the vampire now walked calmly towards the boy, almost teasing the prey in front of them.

Before the bloodsucker could even get close enough Danny inhaled a ton of air and in one last-ditch effort he let out the loudest ghostly wail he could.

The once confident vampire was suddenly blasted back and holding their ears, but Danny didn't stop, his wail only grew stronger and stronger till it knocked down five trees into broken pieces.

By the time Danny stopped the vampire had left running for the hills, leaving Danny tired but half alive, which was better than being food.

Speaking of food Danny was starving to get something to eat, running for most of the night and using his ghostly wail while being in his human form made him hungry then he felt for a super long time.

He stumbled as he rose to his feet and started to walk again, hoping that there was a town close enough to get something to eat.

Danny's legs felt like pure lead by the time he gotten to rest inside the old-style diner, he relaxed on the soft red cushion as he dug for his wallet to make sure he didn't lose it, it was one thing to be hungry but Danny wasn't going to eat if he didn't have the means to pay.

Luckily his wallet was still there and so was the card Vlad gave him, with only 20 dollars left of cash.

As Danny waited to get his order taken, a deeply tanned waitress came up to him with her notepad, she looked at the tired 14-year-old looking kid with a look of concern and suspicion.

"Where are your parent's sweetheart? You can't be all alone just sitting here right".

Danny didn't blame her for asking, he knew his appearance was of a homeless kid, but he was too hungry to really care about the question of his parents.

He just looked up at the lady with a tired look and practically ignored her question, " does this place have cash or card? Just want to know how I should pay".

The waitress didn't like how he responded at all and was just about to tell him to leave, but before she even could get a word out an older man who looked like the kid's father sat down across from him and spoke up,

"Sorry about that Sally, my kid here was just told to pay with my money if I didn't get us a parking spot on time, please excuse his manners".

Danny was beyond confused but didn't show it, in fact, he played along and the waitress soon left in a huff to get them both menus.

The man who had saved him looked almost in his forties, with a cap on his head and a thick brown beard he did look like the dad type.

Danny was about to thank him as the menus arrived but the older man cut Danny off with just a raise of his hand.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

Danny only nodded, if you count barely a month a long while, the man continued his speech "As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

Danny was stunned but quickly accepted the proposal, the man nodded, happy that Danny had some sense in him.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

Danny shook Bobby's hand, soon going back to being quiet between both of them as they were picking out what to eat, letting Danny calm down for the first time in a few days.

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~Bobby's pov ~

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It was a slow week for Bobby, barely any monsters in sight, and with the Winchesters, most likely hunting someplace else left him with a lot of free time on his hands, meaning he was out on the road very early in the mornings to look out at the scenery.

During one of these drives, something had caught his eye which was five huge trees knocked down and torn up from the roots with the sounding ground looking like a bulldozer had ripped through it.

Bobby stopped his truck, grabbed his gun quickly and went over to investigate what the hell was even going on.

Bobby could see the damage was much worse up close and knew whatever caused this wasn't human, as he survived the area he could tell that the main source came from a single point and had spread out as it went further away.

He knew he needed to find whatever caused this and quickly because if something like this could do that kind of damage out in the middle of nowhere, in a small town or even a city this kind of destruction could be ten times worse.

Bobby rushed back to his truck, with a plan to call the Winchesters to help him figure out this mess, but first, he had to ask around town if anyone had seen or heard anything.

Bobby checked the bar, the then square, and now he was heading to the diner, so far the only information he got was that during the very late hours of the night half the town heard a piercing wail of some kind, in fact, a few were talking about with no hesitation since so many heard it.

This made Bobby a little more worried and needing to find it sooner than later, but since he was already at the diner he will grab something to quickly eat while he continued to ask around.

As he walked into the door he quickly noticed a very tired looking 14-year-old boy with bags under his eyes, I kept black hair and clothing that was torn and very much old.

What had caught Bobby's attention the most was both the kids piercing blue eyes and a few scars that were obviously trying to be hidden, the boy in front of him looked almost lost as the waitress was about to give him an ear full, so Bobby quickly stepped in and acted like the kid's dad to make her leave both of them alone.

Once Bobby got the waitresses to leave he took a better look at the newcomer in front of him, the kid was either a runaway or homeless from the looks of it, he gave off a tired like an aura, with the look in his eyes he would have east out any second now.

Right before either of them ordered anything the kid sitting across from him was about to speak but Bobby quickly cut him off with a small hand gesture, he took the lead in speaking.

" Now I'm just going to cut to the case here, I can easily tell your new around these parts and possibly been on the road for a long while correct?",

The scared boy just nodded leaving Bobby to continue

"As I thought so. Now here I'll make you a deal after we finish eating. I can lend you a place to stay a night or two, but in return, you have to help me clean it up Ya hear?".

With a single movement, the kid showed his agreement, which made Bobby smile knowing the boy was smart enough to take a good deal.

" I'm Bobby Singer, and you are young man?"

"I'm Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you "

With that out of the way, they could finally order some breakfast, Bobby ordered just the basic toast and eggs, but Danny? He ordered a big enough meal to feed a starving bear, almost matching the appetite of the Winchesters...

Wait, that can't be right, Bobby knew that Danny was barely a teenager, why would he have an appetite of a hunter? Unless, shit.

The thought of Danny possibly being a hunter was stuck in Bobby's head, he kept trying to doubt himself and just chalk it up to the kid just growing, but that still didn't explain why Danny had scars or even the usual homeless look most hunters had.

Bobby mind kept on turning that he almost didn't notice that the kid paid for the meal with some kind of silver card, another hint, hunters who have children always try to make sure their kid has enough to get by, meaning if Danny isn't a hunter then his parents must, including since the kid was all alone.

Bobby leads Danny to his truck and quickly noticed the young teen was limping, singling that he was injured in some way, to the kids surprise Bobby helped him into my truck, making sure he wasn't walking too much if he was hurting.

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~Danny's pov~

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So much can change in a couple of hours, at the start of the day Danny had been injured trying to get away from a vampire, had to walk to town on a hurt ankle, and was almost yelled at by a waitress, but also met a man named Bobby who was willing to take him in for a few nights which was nice, and he even helped me into his truck when he saw him was struggling.

Now Danny was sitting on a couch with his foot resting and reading a book from Bobby's collection, it was nice to relax after a rough few weeks.

The first night was the best for Danny, the couch was way more comfortable than sleeping on the ground, and he was given a small time to heal up, his ankle was much better now and he could easily help out tomorrow which was the least he could do for the kind man.

Morning came way too early but Danny knew he had to get up, as he stretched out he sat up and was trying to get up from the couch but the moment Danny tried he was pushed back down gently, Bobby had placed a hit drink on the table next to Danny while was moving around like he was preparing for doomsday.

This made Danny a little uneasy but didn't speak up since he still didn't fully know the man's temper yet and if the guy who was kind enough to help Danny was nearly freaking out it must be important.

After a long period of silence, Bobby finally spoke up;

"I'm going to have some old friends over so don't be alarmed if they aren't too friendly, their hunters like me with an extra friend of theirs staying over too".

Danny nodded and gave a thumbs-up, but was left wondering if he meant animal hunter or monster hunter because depending on which could mean life or death for Danny if he slipped up on his powers.

Once Bobby was done running around the house he pulled up a chair to check on Danny's ankle, and thanks to his healing ability he was all healed up meaning Danny can walk again, and even help out.

It was obvious Bobby was impressed and let Danny clean the house a bit but was keeping an eye on him just in case.

Danny helped clean the kitchen, bring in some firewood, and was just finishing putting blankets away from his made shift bed.

As he put the blankets away Bobby walked back in with two men walking behind him.

One was very tall with light brown long hair and greyish eyes, this guy could be confused with being bigfoot or even a sasquatch.

The second man was just a bit shorter but still very tall too, he looked almost like a soldier that had too much fun shooting, his hair was shorter but had the same colour as Mr.Sasquatch so it was perfectly okay to assume they were brothers.

Both the men looked surprised to see him, and he didn't blame them.

Bobby cleared his throat and introduced each of us,

" Sam, Dean, this is Danny. Danny meet Sam and Dean Winchester"

"Uh hi? It's nice to meet you two", Danny gave a weary smile, his attention quickly moving away from Mr.Sasquatch and Soldier guy when he glanced behind them, seeing a third party member who was just walking in.

Danny had seen quite a few beings in his years, but the man before him was something else, for starters, he was wearing a tanned trench coat and a blue tie, his expression was that of indifference, but the main thing that caught Danny's eye was the huge wings coming out of the man's back that somehow didn't knock anything over as the man walked in.

All four men notice Danny staring, with an expression that wasn't frozen in fear but in curiosity and confusion.

The man in the trench coat moved closer to Danny making him nearly stubble back as the man spoke to Danny in a mix of both human and angelical combined voices asked a single question,

" you can see my wings?"

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End Of Chapter 1.

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I Can't Get Rid of You

Author: @justhere4thevibez

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience, referenced ED, ab*se

Chapter Count: 3/?

Description:

Actress Chrissy Cunningham needs a fake boyfriend to keep her cheating ex at bay. Rock Star Eddie Munson is desperate to get more publicity for his upcoming solo album. It's a match made in heaven... except for one small detail.

They hate each other on sight.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, actress!Chrissy, Rockstar!Eddie, enemies to lovers, Eddie being an ass, fake dating au, celebrity au, we hate laura in this household, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

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