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ireniclacuna · 2 years

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I wish to re-enter a request because I realize I may I forgotten to say hc...if I did say hcs on it then plz ignore this request but if I didn't and you deleted it, I understand! Still so sorry I forgot! I'll keep it in mind this time! Thought I did but sending this incase I didn't!

May I request an affogato and caramel arrow as rivals but reader is an oblivious cinnamon roll watcher headcanons? Like reader is just so sweet to both of them and when the two fight they just think "hey, people sometimes fight and that's ok!" And while affogato and caramel arrow are just death glaring eachother, reader is just sitting there, trying to show them a cool rock or item they found while on patrol! And reader would try to invite them on 3 person things together sometimes...like "hey do you guys wanna sit and chill out together? I can tell you about that time I found a rock that was shaped like the moon or maybe that time I petted a cake boar!"

affogato/caramel arrow cookie x reader - headcanons

A/N: I GOT THE EARLIER RQS PLEASE DON'T SAY SORRY WKDBSIEKD i usually just tend to wait til the weekend or til i have an day off to work on reqs wjdbeien,,, anyways i hope u enjoy!! ft with guest appearances dark choco cookie and madeline cookie!

tags/CW'S/TW'S: caramel and affogato once again in engaging in acts of Violence, tripping people over (ft caramel), slight name calling???, references to "Celestials, Guide Me!" bond

i don't think this needs any CW'S/TW'S but if it does please feel free to message me and ill add it!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° oh. oh you sweet summer child (referring to reader)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° okay anyways

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° caramel and affogato cookie are probably at their wits end!! they both obviously sigh out in relief when you don't really notice their fights- simply letting out some worried noises and rushing over, asking if the both of them alright. but still. at this point you really should have noticed??? at least that's what affogato thinks, as you worriedly drag him to his bed to get him to rest.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° on the other hand, caramel doesn't think much of it. she's just grateful that you don't noticed- you don't need to spend a single thought on that rat! or their (admittingly) violent rivalry.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° although, it doesn't mean that she isn't entertained whenever your obliviousness comes up in other situations. she's surely sure that she doesn't really need to be held like this every time she gets a slash from a snow lion or accidentally tumble into a tree, but it's nice. you're nice, she thinks, as she relaxes into your hold.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she doesn't fault your fighting capability, though- she's seen what you and your weapon can do to any cake hounds that try to hurt anyone innocent. you're strong!! tough!! extremely sweet and kind to her to the point that she's pretty sure she's in love!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° still, though, she thinks, your obliviousness has some terrible downsides. specifically when with any sort of monster, your first instinct is to pet it. yes, pet it- "fellow watcher," she starts, using your formal title to try and grab your attention, as she grips her horned blades tight, "please step away from the frost spirit!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° even then, you simply coo at the confused thing, trying to reach out for it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° for affogato's side of the coin- your obliviousness is very charming. more so that you don't seem to engage in any sorts of rumors- you're very much like that first watcher of sorts in that regard- but still believe in the goodness of others. although you're not particularly annoying about it, to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° there isn't exactly any more sides to you- he had braced himself with someone who uses sweet words and is absolutely bitter tasting behind the scenes- except there isn't. only a sweet tasting balm to soothe the soulstone. you're still ever so kind to him even when he's sure that wild cookie has certainly told you all sorts of things about how much of a "rat", he is.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you always smile and grin at him, simply dragging him throughout the castle, to show him various little monsters and minerals.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he smiles lazily at you, quick to cover it up with a hand, as he looks at the little trinkets you've somehow come across from on your travels. you're excitedly rambling about each- "and this one, is shaped like a star! i've heard it's some form of currency in a boutique of sorts!"

he simply nods at you, humming. "that's rather interesting."

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° both caramel and affogato cookie, however, absolutely recoil at the thought of having to spend time with the other cookie. they both can't exactly refuse you- not when you're shining so bright, grinning in jubilation.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° so they both end up accepting the little trip of sorts to the forest- even if they send each other death glares and critiques and insults not even veiled in the slightest.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you're rambling on about some cakehound that you had petted recently, saying that its fur was so soft and so fun to play with, while caramel arrow cookie simply smiled behind you and tried tripping the ice cream and coffee cookie.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she did end up succeeding- much to affogato's mood, as he huffed and started to devise a plan to be set in motion immediately when they came up.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you had (graciously) not seen all of it, continuing to hum and point out the various flora.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you all had stopped at a large clearing, as you turned back and grinned- "this is where i wanted to show the both of you! i love this place so much- it's always so fun to meet cakehounds and just rest!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° coincidentally, the young prince of the dark cacao kingdom ended up walking in. he had stared at the group of you and the other two- before deciding to walk up.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° incidentally, as soon as he had saw you turn your back to scutter off to a very suspicious looking light that was literally shining from the sky, affogato and caramel immediately got into a fist fight.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he had stared for a few more moments than he ought to- it was, well, enjoyable to see the famed rivalry between the first watcher and the advisor come to a head.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he had managed to stop the both of them before you had returned with a very strange looking cookie. who apparently was the source of all the light, as he shined and grinned triumphantly.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "ah, your Highness!" you had said, eyes shining. "i didn't expect to see you out here too!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° dark choco gives a sideways glance to the extremely roughed visages of caramel and affogato, before clearing his throat. "..Y/N, these two got in a fight."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you had stared at him for a few moments, before shrugging. "cookies get into fights all the time- it's probably nothing big!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° he furrowed his eyebrows, before glancing back at affogato and caramel. both of them were shrugging- caramel looked at least regretful, while affogato was trying to fix his tattered robe.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "oh, like my new friend i just made! apparently, he's from a far off republic and is a head knight there! he's the source of all that shining from earlier!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° the cookie, ft with a smug grin and flowing cape, introduced himself as madeline cookie.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° dark choco sighed.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° while affogato and caramel found themselves thanking the heavens that you didn't suspect anything, they were just a bit glad for the trip.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° obviously not with each other, of course- the main highlight was you, after all!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° although it was cathartic (and very stress relieving, caramel admits) to have a bit of a fist fight with each other.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° in any sort of case, they always find themselves being dragged along by you.

caramel and affogato both find themselves (very rarely) in agreement that you might be the sweetest cookie to have ever been baked.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom writing #lacuna✧writes #crk #lacuna✧requests #affogato cookie x reader #affogato cookie #caramel arrow cookie #caramel arrow cookie x reader

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posts-from-a-weirder-timeline · 3 years

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Hello again my lovelies, this is your gentle reminder to treat freelance artists with respect and kindness

This should all go without saying, but just incase I need to say it

If you commission an art piece from an artist, pay them with MONEY. They need money more than they need “exposure” if you agreed to pay them money in return for art, than pay them the damn money or don’t expect them to do anything for you

Remember that reblogging peoples art helps them a lot more than just liking it, it lets tons of other people see their work

If someone asks to not repost their art, then don’t, and if they do allow people to repost their art than BE SURE TO CREDIT THE ARTIST

Stealing other peoples art and trying to pass it off as your own is pathetic and rude, don’t do it

Constructive criticism is healthy for people to receive, but if your criticism on peoples art is based on bias, and or is just rude as shit than keep it to yourself

If your a fan of an artist and you have some friends who likes art it never hurts to tell your friends about a cool artist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I’m not an artist and I am pretty stupid so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong on any of this, or feel the need to add to it)

Also as someone mentioned in the tags this also applies to writers!

Thank you @trashynishiki for reminding me

#not a weirder timeline update #let me know if I got something wrong or forgot something #artists on tumblr #respect artists

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mizelophsun11 · 3 years

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Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 3

Pairing - The pairing right now is General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and then will move forward to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner

Summary - The Sun Summoner has been found! The unlikely orphan from Ketterdam seems to hold the most important power. She must figure out how she fits into the world now that everything has changed for her. A new life is thrusted upon her and she will have to figure out how she will take it all in.

Word Count - 1698

Anna groaned, opening her eyes trying to figure out what was going on. One moment she had been in complete darkness and now she had a Healer kneeling over her. She tried to look over where she last remembered seeing Mal and Alina, she gasped in pain as the Healer continued to work on her.

“Hold on, your collarbone is fractured” she said and worked to heal her collarbone and anything else that Anna needed done

“Wait, Mal.. Alina.. One is a tracker and the other is a map maker, where are they?..” she struggled to speak

“First army goes to medical now please try to stay still” the Healer said and continued to look for anything else that might be broken

Zoya approached them “we have to bring her to General Kirigan’s tent”

“I am not done healing her” the Healer countered

“You can go with her, General Kirigan needs to see her now” Zoya said

The Healier finished making sure that Anna felt comfortable then she was taken to General Kirigans tent. Anna was still slightly out of it, she felt like she had been drained of all of her energy. As she approached the black tent with the guards holding her arms she was amazed by what she saw inside but was also scared. All of this had to be a mistake, she shouldn’t be here, after all she was just a map maker who only had a few years of combat training under her belt.

General Kirigan turned around from looking at the map on the table “what are you?”

“Um.. I am a map maker sir, that's all”

The Grisha in the tent giggled at her response, Anna felt self conscious about her answer but she was telling the truth “Quiet” General Kirigan commanded, everyone stopped laughing “so what actually happened? Zoya? You manned the main sail” he looked over to her

“We were attacked barley two marks in, someone lit a lantern” Zoya replayed the events out loud and in her mind

“And?” General Kirigan asked

“It was her” Zoya answered, point to Anna “she created the light that killed the swarming volcra”

“Our mapmaker.. Is it true? Can you summon light? Where did you grow up?” he looked back over at Anna, with every piece seeming to fall into place, this girl seemed to be at the center of it all

“I don’t remember having a family, I spent a lot of time on the streets of Ketterdam trying to survive, but when I was around 10 Duke Keramsov took me back to his orphanage across the Fold” Anna had never talked much about her childhood, but here she was telling a stranger

“Hmm, and when were you tested?” General Kirigan knew that she had not been tested before, but he wanted to know why from her

“Well, when I was brought over I was past the age of when they would normally test children so on testing day I would be shoved away into a room where they would lock me in there until the testers left” Anna knew that didn’t sound good, but it was the truth and honestly she was glad because then she would not be separated from her friends.

General Kirigan nodded, he was angry about the treatment Anna had when Grisha testers came to the orphanage she had grown up in, but he would fix their mistakes now “If you have never been tested, let us just make certain” he walked up to her taking his claw ring off his pinking and onto his thumb “roll up your sleeve” he summoned shadow into the tent

She rolled her sleeve up, there was nothing she would have to be nervous about. In the moment, she didn’t feel scared, it was as if General Kirigan made her feel less afraid with his presence. Anna had only felt something like this once but, that had been a long time ago when she had a certain boy at her side until he had disappeared. He pulled her sleeve up just a little bit more and used his claw ring to cut her arm and from that wound a burst of pure light came out lighting up the tent and going through the top, everyone in the camp would be able to see. Anna could not believe what she was seeing, pure sunlight was coming out from her arm. General Kirigan smiled at her, seeing the amazement in her eyes, after a bit longer he closed off the cut which stopped the light from coming.

“Ivan” General Kirigan called for him “take her to my coach, I want as many armed guards with her at all times until she is safe behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yes sir” Ivan called a few guards over and they ushered Anna out of the tent and towards General Kerrigan's coach.

“Wait, I want to see my friends before I leave, please!” Anna had not seen them since everything went down inside the Fold, they had been taken to medical already by the time she woke up

“No, we have to get you to the Little Palace right now, the sun is beginning to set and there is no doubt every enemy who knows of your existence will be after you now” Ivan kept trying to get Anna to the coach, but she kept trying to fight them

As they approached the coach there was a Healer standing there where he went to make sure Anna was completely healed and took care of the cut on her arm. The Healer then took off his Kefta and gave it to her, she didn’t take it right away but he insisted. It would keep her safe during her journey to the Little Palace.

“Please I just want to make sure my friends are alright” Anna pleaded one more time before they left

“Like I have said, we need to leave now, we must start our journey, we can’t waste a moment. You don’t understand that by now every Shu Han assassin and Fjerdan spy will be after you” with the sun beginning to set in the west and to avoid any danger they would have to leave now while they had some natural cover

Anna knew that she could not fight Ivan and the guards off forever and was about to get into the coach when she saw Mal and Alina trying to make their way over to her “Mal! Alina!” she stepped down and went to run to them but was stopped by another Heartrender

“Miss Mizeloph we have to leave now” Fedyor commanded holding onto her arm

“Anna!” They yelled trying to get closer but where stopped by guards

“Please I need them” she was exhausted, this day had been very draining for her and just a few minutes with her friends would mean the world to her

“I am sorry but you cannot, we must leave now” Fedyor with the help of Ivan were finally able to get Anna into the coach

Once she was shoved into the coach and it started to move, Anna found the back window and pulled the curtains back. She yelled to her friends as she saw them trying to get past the guards to catch up, but there was no way possible for them to get close as the coach left. Once they got farther away from Kribirsk Anna sat down and looked at the two Heartrenders. She sighed and held the Kefta close to herself, so much was running through her mind. Only moments ago she was just another map maker, to now discover she was the legendary Sun Summoner. As the coach continued to move, Anna looked out the window to see the rising moon in the sky, lanterns had been lit to be able to see where they were going.

“So.. I know you are Ivan, who are you?” Anna looked back at the other Heartrender

“My name is Fedyor, and I am sorry about earlier, but we had needed to leave, it is dangerous for you now out in the open and we could not waste a moment to get you to Os Alta behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yeah.. I just, this isn’t normal, people coming after me like this. Even in Ketterdam I was never really sought after” Anna went back to looking out the window

“Well they will, if you are truly the Sun Summoner you are the key to taking down the Fold and the Fjerdan and Shu Han will make sure that they will give it their all to make sure that does not happen” Ivan said while looking out the window

“You are after all a hope to our country, it was Grisha who created the Fold and if one can destroy it then maybe.. We could finally be free of its burden, we would no longer be hunted because of who we are'' Anna looked at Fedyor once he was done talking to see that he had a small smile on his face, for him there was hope

Anna looked between the two men and knew that there was so much more to being a Grisha that she did not understand. Just yesterday she had been complaining about how the Grisha at Kirbisk wanted more space to train. However, they had not always had those luxuries, they had once been hunted and in reality they wanted to be treated like others. Grisha could practice the small science at their will, there should be no reason for them to be called witches and hunted until they are all dead. Now that Anna was Grisha she feared that she would now be hunted, always with a pair of eyes over her shoulder to try and survive. She sighed and realized that this would be a long journey, it would be a good idea to get some shut eye before her life changed forever at the Little Palace. Anna closed her eyes and was able to fall asleep pretty quickly, she had started to feel safe with Ivan and Fedyor, knowing they would protect her.

Author Note - I would like to send another big thank you to everyone who has liked my story and left a post! I also wanted to address a question someone had and thought it would be good for everyone to know, Anna is the only Sun Summoner in this story. Just incase anyone else was wondering about that there is the answer. I will be continuing to post chapters and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know! I would be happy to add you!

Tag List - @rika90 @itsemy01 @hotleaf-juice @teatimeforusreaders @benbarnes-supremacy @graciefullygracie @aleksanderwh0r3

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #ben barnes #freddy carter #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #grisha fic #grishaverse #the grisha series

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donquxiotes · 2 years

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important announcements abt my askbox + 700 followers event. not proofread, so excuse any mistakes. use context clues.

firstly, i would like to thank everyone who sent their lewdings in my askbox. i appreciated it more than u know. i, however have a couple of problems regarding my askbox like holding asks for too long, not being inspired enough to write, forgetting my asks & etc. so asks tend to stay in my askbox for months. i keep telling myself not to feel bad bc it happens & i can’t force myself to write even tho i want. but i still do. so sincerely, i’m incredibly sorry for the asks that i didn’t do/get to. ik some of u work up a helluva courage to send to me, just for me not to do it. i feel like shit bc of it. to put it simply, i deleted all the asks in my askbox.

+ abt my askbox, i don’t like being perceived as mean, shocker right? so i force myself to put energy into my asks bc i don’t want my anons to think i’m being rude or disrespectful w how i normally am but it’s tiring. so tiring that i just close out of my askbox for the day. there are times where i just don’t feel social. so for now on, i will answer asks how i want & u don’t have to send any if u find me being rude. i will remember to use tone indicators where i see fit.

secondly, regarding my 700 followers event, idek. atm i’m not inspired to do it & is 80% close to deleting the entire event despite me loving every little bit of it. i took three days coming up w that event and spent even longer coming up w names for the habitats 😒 i’m not sure what happened to the inspo i had for the event. around that time, i just went into a big funk where i couldn’t write despite having everything that i need to write. it’s disheartening. i can’t keep making myself feel bad because once again, it’s out of my control. instead, i’m coming out w a hybrid collab for dom content writers. not gonna talk much abt that yet. but i want everyone to be prepared & i want everyone to actually do it. and not leave me nor any of u, hanging. (like i did) so i want to do it where it’s a comfy time for writers to add a drabble or two to their list of to-do’s. so it’s like, either my 700 followers event or the hybrid collab. i’m not doing both, not around the same time atleast yk? so, the 700 followers event will most likely be deleted.

lastly, i’m almost to 1k. surprisingly. and tbh, i don’t feel as proud of myself as i should. nowadays it just feels like people follow me and never support me after that. i’m not gonna keep complaining abt it & beg y’all to give me feedback bc it’s a simple thing that every writer deserves. but half of the time, i force myself to write just to provide y’all w content & it just don’t feel good anymore w the lack of practically anything. most of my support comes from my own friends + people in the tags (which bring in some new moots + followers) the ratio is truly sickening. i don’t think i will do an event for until i’m really confident in my followers. i write for myself, not for followers but the follower’s feed-back does make me feel proud, is all i’m saying. having followers is like “wow people really support what i like, yay” but it’s like if you’re not actually supporting me, why are u even here? yk. it’s just frustrating. idk if i’m saying i’m not gonna write anymore but, i am sick of providing y’all w FREE SHIT when the appreciation isn’t provided back. so yea. i’m sick of that.

tho, i am so happy for the few of u who send me asks, indulge in my random lewds & those who actually rb + like my content all the time, i see u! alwaysss. y’all are the ones that really makes me want to keep writing. but, having a big following does not feel good anymore. <33

some xtras things incase u aren’t aware:

my rules & regulations are always being updated every other day. i usually update the types of characters i write + kinks/fetishes i write.

my dni/byf is in my bio. the highlighted word is the link to it. i’m gonna change the theme of my blog soon so hopefully it’s where y’all will b able to access it easier & quicker. i feel like some of y’all don’t even try to click around.

my taglist form is right here! and it will always b in my pinned post. i will check it before i post a drabble or headcanons. ofc, u don’t have to join it if u don’t wanna!

ok i think that’s the end of this announcement. i just needed to get a few things off of my chest.

#. ⊹ . .kale’s important announcements.#long text.

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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Electricity

Request: Yes / No

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

John Murphy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1766

Warnings: torture and that should be it

Y/N: Your Name

Prompt(s): Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, I WORK HARD ON MY FICS AND IT’S NOT COOL TO STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK!

If you want to be on the tag list for anything (My series fics, specific character fics, or just all of them) All you have to do is send me an ask and I will add you!

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(Not my photo, credit to whoever made it!)

I survived the end of the world a few times now. My parents however, have not. I was left alone with my younger sister Madi, but she ended up running off and I lost her. I hoped with my heart that she was safe, but I couldn’t find her. I kept life the same incase she came back.

I was laying in bed one night getting some rest and that’s when the nightmares hit. I couldn’t breath. Something was around my neck being tightened and I was clawing at my neck begging for air. Then it changed to my fingernails being ripped off, something slicing my skin open, and then being beaten badly. These were my soulmate’s injuries. Well, just a few. My parents explained it to both Madi and I when it first happened. When I couldn’t breath. Madi was so scared since we were just playing and she was just a toddler. I thought I was going to die, but it only lasted a couple minutes. Then when my soulmate was obviously tortured and that scared Madi even more. Now the world is over again and I haven’t gotten any new injuries. I was worried that my soulmate had died in the end, but I would have gotten injuries right? I would have died too, right? Doesn’t matter, I have Madi to worry about. I was out hunting when I heard something. I looked up in the sky and my eyes widened. A ship was coming down and landing in my village. No. No! I quickly went to the edge and watched them land. A lot of people walked out, more than I could handle. Then someone shot and killed some of these invaders. I looked to where the shot came from and my eyes widened. Madi was there with another woman. She looked to be around my age, maybe younger, hard to tell. The invaders started after them and I ran to follow them. I had to protect Madi. I watched as the woman placed Madi in a hole and covered her with leaves so they wouldn’t see her. The woman was hurt, she was shot. She ran, leaving Madi in the hole. I waited for the invaders to run after her and ran to Madi.

“Madi!” I whispered as I moved the leaves and twigs.

“Y/N? You’re okay!” She whispered back.

“We need to go. Now.” I whispered and tried to pull her out.

“No! They’ll kill us!” She whispered.

“No, trust me. We know this land better than they do.” I said and we ran.

“Follow me.” She said and led me her way.

“Where are we going Madi?” I asked.

“We have traps, follow me.” She said. They were running after us and I followed Madi. I stepped exactly where she stepped and noticed that there were traps, smart girl. Suddenly they stopped following us and we were safe.

“Start explaining Madi.” I said and she sighed.

“I got lost and couldn’t find my way back. Then Clarke found me. She’s kept me safe and she’s really nice. I’m sorry Y/N. I never meant to leave you alone.” She said with a few tears in her eyes.

“It’s alright Madi. I’m just so happy you’re safe.” I said pulling her close to me. Night had fallen now and we saw yet another ship come down.

“More intruders.” I whispered and grabbed my sword and spear.

“Stay here.” I said.

“No, I’m coming with you.” She said.

“Madi, you’re staying here.” I said and she shook her head.

“Please, let me come. I can help.” She said and I shook my head.

“I’m not letting you get hurt!” I said.

“I won’t, I’ll do everything you say I promise.” She said and I sighed.

“Fine, but you stay close to me.” I said and she picked up a gun.

“Clarke taught me.” She said and I nodded. I pushed her behind me and we made our way to the ship. We saw the people that took our village holding guns at the people that came down. So they’re not the same people. One of the men went to shoot four of the people, but I quickly took my spear and threw it at one of the guys, hitting him in the neck. Madi held her gun up and shot the others.

“Madi!” I growled and grabbed her.

“I told you to stay close!” I said, but she was looking past me.

“Bellamy?” She asked and I looked back to see her staring at the guy in front.

“Clarke knew you would come.” She said and pushed past me, walking closer to them.

“Clarke’s alive?” He asked.

“She’s in trouble. We have to go.” Madi said.

“What about the others in the bunker?” The other guy asked.

“Still there.” Madi answered and I was so lost.

“What? No, no. how can that be?” Bellamy asked.

“I’ll explain on the way.” She said and grabbed Bellamy.

“Madi!” I growled and she stopped, looking at me.

“Y/N, we need to go. Clarke needs-”

“I don’t give a damn what Clarke needs. You are going to explain who these people are, before I kill them.” I said holding my sword up, ready to fight.

“They’re Clarke’s people, please Y/N we need to save her.” She begged and I narrowed my eyes.

“They are her people. Not ours.” I said.

“She saved me Y/N, please.” She begged and I stared at my sister.

“Fine.” I said and pulled my sister away from Bellamy.

“You stay near me this time.” I said and she nodded. She led me and the rest of the people to a truck. She was driving back to our village and Bellamy got out.

“You heard what he said. We need to go.” I said and Madie drove off.

“Explain now.” I said once we were safe. Madi explained everything that Clarke told her.

“Oh, that’s all.” I said rolling my eyes.

A day had passed and we were all hiding now. Madi was talking to Clarke’s people. She was very interested in what they had to say, she knew a lot about them. As night fell I started getting bruises on my face while we were watching the village.

“Y/N!” Madi whispered when I groaned in pain.

“I’m fine.” I said.

“But-”

“Madi, I said I’m fine.” I said and she nodded, but still had worry swimming in her eyes. Someone ran out and the girl I learned was named Echo grabbed him and covered his mouth.

“Don’t make any more noise.” She said and let him go.

“Oh thank God. Raven knew you guys would be watching the camp. We gotta go. Now.” He said. Echo whistled and everyone walked out.

“Where’s Raven?” Emori asked.

“She’s still there.” He answered.

“You left her? Why am I not surprised?” Emori said.

“She made a deal to get me out. Listen-”

“Shock collar?” Monty asked and went to touch it.

“Trust me. I wouldn’t do that.” He said and grabbed his arm.

“What about Abby and Kane? We saw them being led off the ship? Harper asked.

“You did?” He asked confused.

“That means Bellamy got the bunker open. Did he not come back?” Echo asked.

“What about Clarke?” Madi asked, stepping forward.

“Madi.” I hissed and moved behind her.

“Who’s the Hobbit and chick? You know what? Never mind. We just gotta get a warning to Bellamy before they fire their missiles.” He said.

“Missiles?” Monty asked, shocked. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted these people…

“Yeah, as in fiery death from above. Raven said that we need to get into radio range. Where’s the rover?” He asked.

“Bear cave. I’ll drive.” Madi said and stared off.

“Don’t worry. The bears are gone.” She said and I sighed.

“Damit Madi.” I said and we followed her. We got in the car and the new guy who Madi told me was John Murphy was trying to reach Bellamy on the radio.

“What?” John asked when Madi kept looking at him.

“Thought you’d be funnier.” She said.

“Clarke told her stories.” Monty said.

“Oh really? Was I the dashing hero who got the girl?” He asked.

“Or the selsigh fool who lost her?” Emori asked. Suppose they’re soulmates, or their soulmates are dead and they just got together.

“Octavia’s my favorite. I mean, no offense. Clarke said she wouldn’t have made it without each one of you.” Madi said and I rolled my eyes.

“We wouldn’t have made it without her.” Echo said.

“Not even close.” Harper agreed.

“You shouldn’t have known about any of this if you just-” I cut myself off with a scream. Pain seared my neck and I didn’t even notice that John was having the same problem.

“Y/N!” Madi shouted and grabbed my hand.

“I-I’m alright.” I said breathing heavily.

“Oh my God. You two are soulmates!” Madi said with wide eyes.

“We have to stop those missiles.” Echo said when I tuned back into their conversation. John opened the door, ready to get out.

“What are you doing?” Monty asked.

“What I have to do, okay? Echo’s right. Just leave me behind.” John answered.

“No way. If it has a tether, it’ll have a tracker too. They’re probably on their way right now.” Monty said.

“That means you gotta go.” He said and got out of the car.

“Go. Before our friends explode.” He said.

“I’ll stay.” I said.

“Y/N no!” Madi said.

“Listen to me Madi. If I go with you you’ll see horrible things happen to me again. Do you remember when you saw I couldn’t breath or the torture I went through?” I asked and she nodded with tears pricking her eyes.

“I’m not putting you through that fear again. You stay with them and as soon as you see Clarke you stick to her, promise me.” I said and she nodded.

“I promise.” She said and I kissed her head.

“We’ll see each other again.” I whispered and got out. Emori followed me out too.

“I can help.” She whispered and I nodded. John looked over and saw us.

“Come on.” Emori sighed.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me.

“Turns out you’re my soulmate and I’m not putting Madi through seeing me be hurt because of you again.” I said with a small smirk.

“Soulmate huh?” He said with a smirk.

“Unless you enjoy hurting me, I suggest we go.” I said and hurried after Emori.

“Whatever you say.” He said following behind me.

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supernatural-love14 · 3 years

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Supernatural-Love14 100 Followers Writing Challenge

Hello! So I want to say a MASSIVE thank you to all of you who have followed me, you all are amazing each and every one of you!!! Thank you for reading my stories, commenting, liking, reblogging. It means the world to me! I definitely wasn’t expecting to reach 100 followers on this but thank you again.

This is my first writing challenge so I don’t know how this will go. As far as I have decided I'm not going to have a deadline at the moment because I am not sure how many people will get involved in this challenge. I hope a lot of you do join in.

Even though Christmas is coming up I didn’t want it to be overloaded as a Christmas themed challenge as I know of someone else who has reached 100 followers and is currently doing that. So I’ve just decided to do a general one. If you want to write about Christmas, I will leave some Christmas themed prompts down below as well. There won't be many so ask me quickly before someone else takes them!! Also if you are doing a Christmas themed one, try and post it around Christmas time (You don't have too, but it’s the spirit of Christmas)

There are some rules to this. Not many, so I hope this is ok. In other words, most things are ok to write about.

Rules:

1. Fluff, Smut, Angst, Smangst, Flangst are welcome in this challenge.

2. You can do anything (as long as its Supernatural related) basically whether its AU, A/B/O, Gender Insert, OFC, Canon, are allowed. (No Wincest/Destiel)

3. It can be about Dean, Sam, Castiel, or John.

4. Kinks are welcome in this challenge - but just so you know I have not done kinks on here, but you are welcome to write about it.

5. No writing about minors in any way (e.g sex and so on), it cannot be about a minor. (I don’t really want that on my first writing challenge.) Basically because there are mostly adult writing not only from my writing but others as well (probs including yourself)

6. There is no word limit. Write as much or as little as you want. But if you write more than 300 word please add the More Reading line.

7. Please do use tags/warnings in your work and warnings for the sake of other readers. Depending on which route you go when you write.

8. No DEADLINE (As of yet) Considering that I don’t know when I will reach the next milestone, this will be open for as long as possible. And you can post it when you like and I will let everyone who want to take part in this when I come up with a deadline.

9. PLEASE tag me in your work when you publish it, so that I can comment and reblog it. And also I will add your work to the masterlist of the writing challenge. If I don’t respond message me incase Tumblr decides to not let me see it or know about it. And also use the #Supernatural-Love14 Writing Challenge.

10. PROMPTS - my assumption is that not many people will be doing this challenge as of November 2020, so at the moment it will be 1 prompt per writer. If you really want to do a particular prompt that someone else is doing then please do message me about it. (This rule might change in the future depending on how long this challenge will go on for)

PROMPTS BELOW:

There is not many prompts at the moment (November 2020) as I don't know how many people will get involved, but if most prompts get filled, I will add more prompts later on. And some rules might get changed. And I know that not all prompts will be filled.

GENERAL

1. “While you’re still with me, you’ll never be safe” @deanswaywardgirl

2. “You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved and you killed her!”

3. “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.”

4. “Why are you wearing my shirt?” “Because it smells like you.”

5. “You’re the only thing that matters in my life.”

6. “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth.”

7. “Why did you wait until I moved on?”

8. “Did you know you talk in your sleep. It’s cute.” @ellewritesfix05

9. "I'm not going if you're not going, it wouldn't be fun without you"

10. “I’m sorry do I know you?”

11. “I can’t keep playing pretend.” @jensengirl83

12. "If anyone asks, this was YOUR idea"

13. "we probably shouldn't be doing this" @queenofgoats (idk why but its not tagging you)

14. "you didn't hear it from me"

15. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

CHRISTMAS - I might add more later depending on how many people want to do Christmas (just comment down below if you want more)

1.“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

2. “Don’t you dare throw that snowball?”

3. “Why is there mistletoe everywhere I go?”

4."I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas." @janicho88 series master list

5. “How much did you put in the eggnog?”

PLEASE DO SEND ME AN ASK OF THE PARTICULAR PROMPT AND NUMBER YOU WANT TO DO!

ALSO PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST or Tag anyone you think would like to get involved, SO WE CAN GET MORE WRITERS ON THIS ASWELL! THANK YOU! X

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

Thanks for the prompt Ella, I should have posted this months ago. But my life took over 🤣... better late than never 🤷‍♀️

Book: The Royal Romance

Warnings: Swearing, imagination of sex, mention of sex.

A/N: I’ve borrowed Willow and Sophie from the amazing @pedudley with her permission ❤️

Tags - just using my combined tag list for this one shot prompt:

@pedudley @loveellamae @kacie-0156 @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @burnsoslow @kimmiedoo5 @lodberg @walker7519 @drakewalkerisreal @axwalker @bascmve01 @ladyangel70 @texaskitten30 @yukinagato2012 @indiacater @queenjilian @drakewalker04 @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @jared2612 @twinkle-320 @princessleac1 @cordonianroyalty @custaroonie @princess-geek @bebepac @nikkis1983 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @rafasgirl23415 @notoriouscs @seriouslybadchoices @furiousherringoperatortoad @choices97 @gardeningourmet

*****

Maxwell Beaumont had become slightly paranoid after watching all the news reports regarding the virus that was taking over the world. He became that obsessed with reading about it, that every time he began to have palpitations. Wondering what was going to happen? Was it the end of the world? Searching through Ramsford, he realised that he needed to go on shopping trip- quickly scribbling a long list down he knew that the two people who would be most useful with helping him complete it would be his best friends Drake and Willow.

“So Max, are you turning into housewife whilst Sophie is away?” Willow laughed, imagining Maxwell dressed up in a pinny. Sophie had returned to Texas to check in on the ranch prior to the outbreak, to make sure that it was still there and not burnt to a crisp. She knew she could trust Willow’s brother but still had those lingering doubts.

“No, have you not seen the news? We need to panic buy! Like, right now...before the country goes on full lockdown.”

Willow and Drake looked at each confused, wondering if he was still drunk from last night. Surely it wasn’t that bad? The two of them had seen the news, but it was elsewhere in the world- not in Cordonia. Yet.

“Max, calm the fuck down. The world isn’t ending.” Maxwell shot him a look, wondering why he wasn’t taking the whole situation seriously.

“Lo, understands don’t ya?”

“Of course I do.” Shrugging her shoulders, she bit her lip as she faced her partner. Not wanting to be in the middle of a debate. Drake pulled her closer towards her giving her a stern expression before whispering into her ear.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re just encouraging him.”

“Maybe, but once we get back- I’ll make it up to you.” Fluttering her eyelashes towards Drake, he knew exactly what she meant by her words. Just the thought of it made his cock slightly raise. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.

“Fine. Come on let’s go.”

****

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. It felt suffocating, but after thinking about it- it would prevent the spread of germs. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. It was manic. Maxwell got the trolley, pushing it - he then leaped onto the side nearly crashing into a stack on baked beans.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a slight distance, he attempted to dodge people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. She was capable enough to handle any situation. Standing at the side of the aisle, he flicked through social media to keep himself entertained.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. That was until he followed the strangers gaze that landed onto his girlfriend and ‘friend’. For fuck sake.

“Give my friend the fucking goddamn bog roll!” Willow demanded with her arms folded.

“I got it first missy!” Maxwell threw himself on to the floor, ready to cause a tantrum like a child. I just want a pack of toilet roll. Why is he not co-operating? Why is this happening to me? To us? Is it just a nightmare? I just want- no need some fucking toilet roll to wipe my arse with! What a selfish prick! I’m not an animal that can wipe my arse on a patch of grass. Fuck you mate, you’ve messed with the wrong person.

“I feel like I need to piss.” Maxwell stood up, now not giving two damns. Whipping his cock out- he urinated over the mans shoes. His original plan was to just threaten it, however his apparent full bladder decided otherwise. Urine sprayed uncontrollably all over the man and the aisle as if it was a burst dam.

“If I had my toilet roll, I could have been home now. Sorry, not sorry.”

“You’re fucking disgusting! But all of this toilet roll is mine.”

“You know what, I think I need a shit.” Willow pulled her trousers down, sitting on the edge of the strangers trolley- she pretended to push.

“Okay, Fine. Take it!” The man couldn’t cope with the two of them acting like caged baboons. Pushing Willow off of his trolley, he forced the toilet into her hand before storming off. Willow jumped up and down celebrating, waving the toilet roll in the air - ensuring that she had a tight grip onto it. Before anybody could snatch it off of her. Maxwell high-fived her. “Team work.” He shouted, before kissing the toilet roll, and bowing to it.

“Now that’s done, Lo- we just need; flour, bread, milk, eggs.... the list goes on in fact. Surely it won’t be as difficult getting those things? Do you and Drake want to add anything to the list? Condoms? Lube?”

“Maxwell.... I do not need lube when it comes to my sex life with Drake.... come on let’s go over to Drake.” Too much information, Willow. Although, myself and Sophie don’t need lube either. Us Cordonian men must be sex machines.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.” Drake explained to the stranger after the two of them viewed the the two’some embarrassing themselves. The man next to Drake just nodded, knowing that he was lying as Maxwell was trying to gain Drake’s attention.

****

Once they got back, Drake felt as if he had to ground the two of them. That was the worse shopping experience that he had experienced- he definitely needed a whiskey or two. Then he could punish Willow for her behaviour- the Walker way.

“Could you put the shopping away guys? Sophie’s FaceTiming.”

“We can all talk to her!” Willow suggested. It wasn’t only Maxwell that was missing her.

“Hey baby girl. I’ve missed you.”

“Maxwell! How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“You’re all over the news and the internet!” Drake turned the tv on, indeed Maxwell had stolen the limelight.

"But Soph, he wouldn’t give me the toilet roll. He had five! Willow can vouche for me!”

“I don’t know what you are on about Max. I wasn’t there. I’m not on the tv.” Winking at Drake, he was grateful that her arse wasn’t on the tv. They decided to leave the two lovebirds talking to each other, but still stayed within distance so they could over hear Sophie give Maxwell a telling off.

"Willow is lying! My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

“Oh, Max. I love you. I’ll see you soon. Don’t cause anymore trouble.... please.”

Hanging up, Maxwell wondered where Drake had gone. Hearing willows distinctive laugh- he followed the noise.

“What are you guys doing?”

“You said you was going to live under somebody’s stairs? I’ve turned the cupboard under the stairs into a little home for you. You’ll be like Harry Potter. There’s some newspaper and toilet roll for you Maxwell.” Willow attempted not to laugh at Drake’s comment, but she couldn’t help herself. Practically nearly wetting herself.

I hate my life right now.

****

Four months later, the pandemic was still around but numbers had decreased. Maxwell returned to the supermarket- alone, as Drake refused to go again after the last time. Luckily he wasn’t recognised- or banned for that matter.

Walking down the toilet roll aisle, a little smirk spread across his face remembering the last time that he was playing tug of war. Now there wasn’t a shortage of toilet roll, but he had decided to stock up just incase. As he was leaving, his stomach began to rumble and there was a sudden urge to eat McDonald’s - even if it was only Drive Thru for the time being. Thinking about it, he didn’t have his own car as Sophie had lent it to take her and Willow our for a spa day- but he was desperate for the greasy food and a milkshake. Then a light bulb appeared in his mind.

****

Arriving at the Drive Thru, he was slightly uncomfortable- but the food that he would be receiving would definitely be worth the short term discomfort. Honking the horn, he couldn’t wipe the ever growing smirk forming on his face. Beep beep.

“Excuse me, Sir. You can’t come through the Drive Thru in that...”

“It’s a car!” Maxwell shouted as he defended his choice of ‘automobile’. The member of staff was wondering if there was a camera crew lingering somewhere - ready to pounce out, shouting ‘you’ve been punk’d’.

“I refuse to move until I’ve been served. I would like; six double cheese burgers, a share box of nuggets- make sure I have a mixture of sauces to go with them. Erm, I’ll have a Big Mac meal with a large chocolate milkshake... what would Drake like? They don’t do alcohol with meals here like in Paris.. hmm. You know what, give me six of everything off of the menu. I’m sure we could eat it all. If not I’m sure my peacocks would enjoy the treat.”

“I will not ask you again. Please come back when you are in a car. Besides, we only have a €25 limit for each customer.”

“Are you refusing to serve me, the person who is giving you quite possibly the biggest order you’ve ever received.”

“Yes. If you don’t leave now, I will have to call the police. Please, Sir. You are causing a traffic jam!”

“Serve me right now, or I’ll inform the King. I am close friends with him. He will not be pleased that you have refused to serve someone that is part of his court.” The manager came out of the restaurant, to see what all of the commotion was about- he understood that it would be busy due to them only just reopening but he could hear shouting. However he didn’t need this stress.

“Will you just serve him, it’s giving us a bad reputation and customers are videoing it. I don’t care what the issue is or that he’s not in a car. Just serve him now. Then we can ban him returning in the future!” Maxwell smirked at the crew member, as his eyebrows did a celebratory wiggle.

****

Returning back to Ramsford, he was so pleased with himself- proud that he had brought some food back with him as he nibbled on the way back. Opening the door, he knew that the girls would be back- they could all feast together.

“No need to thank me, but I have food! For us all....” Bowing as he entered the through the doors saying this, he believed that he had definitely won the ‘best friend’ award.

“Maxwell!” Everybody shouted in unison- as they scowled at him with their arms folded.

“What?” He asked innocently, whilst scoffing the remainder of the double cheeseburger that he had begun to eat prior to walking through the doors.

“Care to explain this to me?” Bertrand snarled as he passed the phone over. Drake shook his head - disbelieving that Maxwell had become an ‘overnight’ sensation yet again.

“Looks like you’re going to re-enacting Harry Potter again, eh Beaumont...”

“Shut up, Drake! Listen... Bertrand... it’s a car. I went through the Drive Thru. I don’t personally see the issue... anyway. Enjoy the food, everyone!”

A crazy man attended McDonald’s today- in a Little Tykes car with the number plate BARTIE-IS-DA-BEST. We will not tolerate behaviour like in the video posted below. If anybody arrives at our restaurants acting like this- YOU WILL NOT BE SERVED! If anybody knows the mans identity, please report him. Thank you.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr prompt #lockdown prompt #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #drake x willow #maxwell x willow #maxwell x sophie #bertrand beaumont #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #tw imagination of sex #long post

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peakyblinderswhore · 4 years

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Could you do one where the reader is like 21 so Like you get then Arthur and they have been secretly dating for like Neely a year and his family wonder where he keeps goi G of To Till he comes out eoth it One day about her and that’ she is His world and was scared to introduce her incase they scared her off and anything else You might think to add. If you do This request oleaseeeeee tag me xx

A/N: to my darling @amys-small-world , I apologise for being so late. however i do feel like i did this one justice.

W/C: 3.4k

It was a murky evening, like most in Birmingham, Arthur had been down the Garrison spending some time with his family, celebrating their most recent success in their business. He was leaned up against the bar observing everyone as they were happy with themselves and each other. However, Arthur had barely touched his glass of whiskey as he wanted to be perfectly sober when he went to visit his own recent success in life – a girlfriend.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to call her that just yet but he knew that his affection towards her was unmatchable. He hadn’t ever come this close to the light of an angel before. She lit up his whole world. He ran a hand through his slicked hair, pushing it backwards only for it to fall forward again as he leaned closer to the bar, trying to read the time of the clock on the wall.

“Arthur,” Tommy began, “why haven’t you touched a single drop of that whiskey in your glass tonight? Is something wrong?”

Arthur tensed and hoped his brother couldn’t see it but he did notice Polly turn her head to pay attention to what may happen next. “Ah, Tom, don’t mind me. I was just enjoying seeing everyone else enjoy themselves as they celebrate… figured I should be sober to at least one of these things.”

Tommy strolled over before taking a seat, “Sit down, brother.”

Arthur obliged with his younger brother.

Tommy held his hand up to the bartender signalling for another drink and received it within seconds, He turned towards his brother, “What’s troubling you, Arthur?”

Arthur shakes his head, trying to concentrate on the glass of whiskey he wished that he’d drink earlier to get Tommy off his back, “Nothing, Tom, really. ‘M just enjoying the atmosphere.”

Tommy eyes his brother, “Since when did you give a fuck about the ‘atmosphere’; more so, in a place filled with whiskey to your heart’s content?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want to miss out on a lass walking through the door,” Arthur lied and he knew it was one as he had a secret.

Tommy held Arthur’s stare, trying to decipher whether or not Arthur was telling a pinch of truth and Arthur held Tommy’s stare, challenging him to say something.

Tommy let it go with a lift of his eyebrow and a swift swig if his whiskey. “Well then, Arthur, all I can say is: I hope you like whoever walks through those doors tonight, then.”

Arthur nodded and let Tommy walk away, back over to the others who were celebrating. To be completely honest, Arthur has forgotten what it was that they were celebrating as he had his mind fixed on seeing his secret lover.

Without another thought, Arthur drunk his first and only glass of whiskey all in one go, slammed the glass down on the counter and sauntered out of the establishment with one destination in mind. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard Polly or Ada calling after him as the whiskey had rounded the edges for him and helped him focus a little bit more. He wasn’t going to let anything stop him from where he needed to be.

He needed her.

He yearned for her touch in his.

Walking down the alley, a few women dressed in overly-revealing dresses and stockings up to the high heavens purred out to Arthur, trying to lure him in but he wasn’t interested. He carried on past their pouty lips and feline arms until he knew that he had made it well and truly far away from them.

He only stopped walking when he stood in front of a building that was dimly lit from the outside due to the fact that there wasn’t much in the way of oil lamps nearby, it was only illuminated by the moon. He stood, making sure everything was correct; in the right place and pushed his hat off whilst moving hair back with a quick hand before calling out, ��Darlin’ I’m out here waiting for you, only warmed by the love in my heart for you!”

You looked up from your compact mirror, smiling to yourself. It had been one of the few luxuries you owned. You pinched your cheeks to add some colour and carefully perched yourself on the window ledge before swinging open the window so that you would be able to hear Arthur more clearly.

“And I am only warmed by my love for you, my love.”

Arthur grinned, cap gripped between his fingers.

You grinned back and said, “Make your way in then, you fool, so I can love you from the warmth of the fire.”

Arthur practically jumped from the spot, pushing the front door open before closing it with the key that lay on the sideboard once he had made it inside. There was going to be no disturbances for the two of you tonight.

Quickly, you fluff up your hair and ruffle your nightdress a little to make yourself more appealing – unbeknownst to you that Arthur had fallen madly in love with you and so it didn’t matter what you looked like at any time of the day.

You skipped down the stairs, ecstatic with his arrival. Arthur was throwing his cap and overcoat over the back of a dining chair when you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back.

“I missed you,” you whispered into his back.

He was a fair bit taller than you so your head only reached to his shoulders when you were in a pair of heels. At the moment, you were wearing little slips that allowed you to walk about without worrying about your feet hurting too much whilst at home.

Arthur spun you around, looking you in your eyes, he said, “I love you.”

Leaning into him a bit more, you looked up, gazing into his eyes and repeated his words back to him, “I love you.”

At that moment Arthur lifted you up and held you in place with a hand on your bum and one on your back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, somehow managing to kick off your slips in the process.

“You,” he said under his breath, “are the most magnificent thing to have ever happened to me.”

You smiled, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, yet you managed to keep your composure. Lifting your arms up to wrap around his neck lazily, you lifted one hand to rest on the back of his head, slowly rubbing it along the base of his neck.

“And you, my love, are the peak of my existence,” you leaned down to kiss him on the lips, knowing that you would do absolutely anything for this man, even if it meant sacrificing your life for his. You knew that you would die for him.

Arthur smiled, you could feel his hands running up and down your back, gradually lifting the nightdress that you were wearing. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your own as you deepened the kiss and allowed him to walk up the stairs and through the door that led to your bedroom. He carefully lied you down on the bedsheets before breaking the kiss and gazing down at you once again.

“You always look so gorgeous looking up at me from down there.”

You let out a throaty laugh at his comment, “Arthur Shelby, are you saying that I only look nice when we are about to make love?”

Arthur stammers, “Ah, no, I meant – what I was meant to say was…”

You shake your head, amused, “I was only joking Arthur, I knew exactly what you meant. Now, come here so I can ravish you just as much as you did me the last time we met like this,” a glint in your eyes, he smirked, you pulled him down by his shirt collar and spun the two of you around so that you were straddling his thighs.

Soon, lust took over. You seductively pulled off your nightdress, throwing it to the side to be attended to in the morning. Arthur hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt so that he could keep up with the pace that you were setting.

You giggled at his eagerness.

Before you even knew it the two of you had been fucking for hours. On top, underneath, sideways and backwards. It had started off loving but you had soon told Arthur what you wanted and he obliged more than happily.

Now you lay in his arms, in the early hours of the morning, watching the sunrise from the tangled sheets of your bed.

Arthur had slept soon after you had finished with one another, claiming you needed to sleep but what had really bothered you all night was that even though you and Arthur were so desperately in love with one another, Arthur had not offered for you to meet his family and to show you off to them. His brothers, his aunt and his nieces and nephews. Of course, he had spoken about them, told tall tales of how Finn had made everyone laugh and how Tommy was madly in love with a spy but refused to admit it to even himself and yet you had never been able to put a name to a face.

Arthur stirred a little, mumbling something about walking past the canal to the main road and following it until you saw a dead-end road. He always mumbled silly things from his dreams.

There was a very high chance that you had already crossed paths with him due to the close proximity of Small Heath but the matter of fact was you wouldn’t know who any of his family were if they stood and screamed in your face.

Arthur moved slightly beneath you, showing signs of waking up. You snuggled down beside him to pretend like you had been sleeping all night.

He shifted his arm and you moved and made a stretching movement to show you were now awake.

“Did I wake you, love? I didn’t mean to.”

Yawning you replied, “Not at all. I was about to wake up anyway.”

Arthur stood from the bed, stark naked and walked over to the bathroom where a tub lay, waiting to be filled. You had inherited a fair bit of money when your Great Aunt had died and so bought a fairly decent abode, far from the centre of Small Heath, rather the outskirts where it bordered on miles and miles of countryside.

From the bed, you called out, “Arthur, when may I meet your family?”

From where you were sat you couldn’t see him tense but you carried in talking, “Your brothers, and sister, and nieces, and nephews?”

He didn’t say anything. You continued, “I wish to meet Esme; I believe her to be good company and it would be good for me to be allied with the wife of your younger brother, no?”

Arthur now has a wet towel in his hand, he looked over his shoulder, faking his calmness as best he could, “They’re a tough hunch to please. You’d find it hard to fit in…”

Frowning you replied, “Surely I should still try…?”

Sighing, he says, “Love, I didn’t want to have to say this, but, honestly, I’ve hidden you from my world for so long — not because I don’t want you to be a part of it but because I’m afraid they might scare you away. You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Arthur…” you say, a smile creeping on to your face, “I don’t care what they think of me. Of course, it would be a bonus if they liked me but what I want is to be able to say that I tried. How about that, mhm?”

You step out of the bed, walking over to Arthur with but a sheet to cover your chest. Arthur turns to you, his eyes showing the purest form of love, all for you, “All right, then.”

You drop the sheet and grab his face with both hands before pressing your lips firmly against his.

After, well… you know, you managed to convince Arthur to walk with you back into Small Heath so that you could go into the market for a bit to buy some essentials before going home to whatever may take up your interest for the evening. You wrapped your hand around his arm, talking about the idlest of things to pass the time whilst walking together but it didn’t feel idle when you were with him.

Arthur left soon after, saying that he had some business to attend to.

You let him leave, knowing that business is business and it is not to be meddled with – especially not with Tommy on edge after his Irish spy lover had departed without telling him why or where to.

Arthur kissed you on the cheek and practically ran off up the street to wherever he needed to be. You watched as he made his way and turned a corner.

Returning to the stall you were currently attending, you notice that Arthur had left his cap next to some of the others that the two of you had been trying on together, playing around and pretending to be people that you weren’t. You knew that it was his by the glint coming from the rim of the hat.

“Arthur, you silly man,” you muttered to yourself.

Picking up the hat and placing it in the bag you had hanging off of your arm, you smiled at the man behind the stall and proceeded to buy a scarf that Arthur had said you looked particularly nice in to please him when you returned to see him.

You quickly wrapped the scarf around your hair and turned on your heel to head home.

Walking towards the road you and Arthur had come along to get here, you paused, debating in your head whether or not to take the fork in the road and see if you would be able to stumble upon the betting shop and return Arthur his hat as an excuse.

Looking around you, you see that no one is paying much attention to your movements and so you take this opportunity to carry on the way you had seen Arthur go. You take a deep breath and step forward onto your new path.

At the end of the street, you turn the corner just like Arthur had and it opened up into the main road, bustling with people and black cabs taking their customers to their desired destinations.

You stand, stressing yourself out about what you’ve just done and trying to figure out how you’re going to make it to the betting shop when you don’t even know how to get there.

Frozen to the spot you rack your brains for anything of use to you concerning the whereabouts of the betting shop, looking around for anything that might help. You spy a canal boat and something sparks in your brain where you are suddenly remembering what Arthur was mumbling that morning. It was a long shot as Arthur’s mumblings usually meant nothing but you were willing to risk it.

You follow the canal until you another main road, less busy, but still well known and used just as much over the years. It narrows towards the end and the congestion windles out but you pass a dead-end road, remembering his brief description.

You trudge down the road until you notice an array of men walking in and out of one particular doorway. At that moment it occurs to you that this is where you need to be.

You walk through the entrance, it was well-lit on the inside and there were piles of coins on the floorboards and the desks where men stood counting their coins and where more men sat counting them again but also writing something down in a big book as they were going along.

A woman spies you from across the room, “You okay there, love?”

By the bump protruding from her belly, you guessed that she was John’s wife, Esme.

“Esme,” you hold out your hand, “I’ve heard all about you. I’m so glad to finally have met you.”

She looks at you suspiciously, “And you are?”

“Oh, goodness me! I completely forgot; I’m Arthur’s girlfriend.”

“What? Arthur don’t have no girlfriend so stop snooping and get out. If you want a freebie, go fool someone else.”

At this point Polly walks over, coming to inspect what is making Esme so riled up, “Who are you?”

You open up your mouth to reply to her but Esme stops her, looking over her shoulder and calls out, “John! Go get Arthur and tell him to keep his fucks separate from business hours.”

You frown at how she describes you but remember that she has no clue who you are and try your best not to take it to heart.

“What whores? I don’t have no whores!” You hear Arthur shout angrily to who you assumed to be John.

You stand, feeling slightly foolish as everyone only seemed to be eyeing you up and down, taking you for a liar. You were sure that your cheeks were flushed red but you heard footsteps approach and halt mid-step.

“Shit.”

You look up, and smile, “Arthur.”

“What are you doing here, love?”

You falter a little at him not being as excited to see you as you had hoped nevertheless you carry on, “You left your cap in the market so I picked it up and thought to bring it to you.”

Polly and Esme eye you, even more suspicious.

You pull out his cap, letting the metal catch the sun so that the two women knew you weren’t making it up. You hold it out for him to take from you but he takes a second longer, showing that he had no idea what to do. You knew that he was going to have to explain who you were to everyone now.

“Arthur, what’s going on?” Tommy walks over from his office, wanting to see what had his family all on standby for.

Arthur looks up, acknowledging everyone’s presence, “John-boy, you best get back over here and bring the troublemaker too.”

John soon walks over with his hand on Finn’s shoulder, “what’ve you called us over here for, Arthur?

Arthur grips his cap between his hands before beginning, “Everyone, this is…” he looks up and catches your smile, he smiles back, warming up more, “this is my woman. Now, she ain’t much–”

You laugh at his words.

“But I love her.”

Polly Gasps.

“But you’ve only just met her,” Esme counters.

Tommy frowns slightly, “Is she what was bothering you last night? The fact that she wasn’t there?”

Arthur sighs, “Yes Tom. And Esme, you’d be surprised to hear that I’ve actually known her for almost two years now and I only just about worked up the courage to make our love official a year ago or so, now.”

You lean into Arthur, smiling up at him and resting your head on his chest.

The Shelby’s remain in silence.

“Guys, I’d really like it if you made some sort of input to my confession there.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Finn pipes up.

Arthur sighed, “I didn’t want you to scare her off. I was going to tell you all about the same time we figured out Grace so I thought best to keep it quiet for a bit.”

Polly raises an eyebrow, “Can you drink whiskey neat?”

You smile, hoping for it to rub off on someone else, “I can drink it all day as long as it’s that good stuff Arthur brings over every once in a while.”

“Our whiskey? I’ve been wondering where that’s been wandering off to you sneaky little shit!” Polly says and slaps his arm.

“A’right, Pol!” he laughs it off. Polly laughs too, soon the rest of the Shelby’s are laughing along too.

“Is she okay?”

“Anyone who keeps our Arthur happy, is welcome. You’re a Shelby now, love. Welcome to the family.”

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shrimppebbles · 3 years

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Through the Generations

there’s probably another challenge named this, but I am not good at names, so I’m keeping it

*this challenge is currently unfinished as I am play testing it and fell into a rut, but feel free to start from this point*

this challenge is a free forming challenge meant for me to hopefully enjoy the sims more and have structured legacy that I like without anything that seems to hard. this legacy can be bended however you want and the gens played in whatever order you want (each gen however has a backstory and will not work if you switch them around, so create your own backstory if you switch generations around) there are a lot of pack requirements I didn’t intend to make, but you can skip those or modify them to your will.

Also, feel free to play with siblings and such to make fun family trees, just make sure to have “auto-age current household only” on!

we’ll get into all the rules below the cut to make it neat, but incase I ever delete my tumblr or it gets deactivated, HERE is a google doc of the rules too

@sims4challenges @ts4-challengenet

Some Basics before we get into the Generations

Heirs are whoever you choose unless specified

You can give the next generation however much of the family funds of the current generation as you choose

Piggy-backing off of that, unless specified you can use however many funds you want to build/buy new lots

You can create sims to be your spouse and add them into the world unless specified

Any lifespan length is fine, although regular is recommended

Start each gen at young adult unless specified

You can have pets in any generation unless otherwise specified

You can have same-sex or hetero couples per each generation (your choice). In same-sex couples, you may adopt or use a mod that will allow try for baby and pregnancy between them

and lastly...have fun and please tag me if you play or use the tag #ThrGen, I’d love to see it!

Generation one: A Big Happy Family

family oriented, [your choice], [your choice]

any family aspiration

You grew into young adulthood with absolutely no-one, no siblings or parents, it’s not something you would wish onto your worst enemies, let alone your own family. You vow to make a large, happy family for your own children and never want to lead a boring life for your kids

Marry one of the first sims your spouse meets

Have 10 children (you can use mods if you wish, but just replacing them as they move out is fine)

You can live in whichever world you want, just pick the biggest lot of that respective world

Paint, write, or any other work from home job (your spouse may hold a part-time job or do the same)

Max the parenting, cooking, and charisma skills

Grow a nice little veggie garden

Have good relationship with all children

Most of your children should have the happy toddler trait and at least one positive character trait

Generation two: Work, Work, Work

[your choice], [your choice], [your choice]

fabulously wealthy aspiration

You didn’t hate growing up in a full, loud house, but you saw how much your parents sacrificed of their own freedom and ambitions for you and you never want your family to come in between your dreams and you like that. So you move to the city to build up a career for yourself completely kid free.

Move to San Myshuno, working from a small apartment up to a penthouse

Reach level ten in either the Business or Politician careers (you can pick which branch)

Take any career opportunities the game offers you

Only after you reach the top of your career can you look for a serious relationship (you can have one night hook ups here and there if you wish, just nothing serious)

The only way you can intentionally boost fun is by listening to the radio or watching the television

Have a child with your spouse once you complete your aspiration (this should be into adulthood, the older you are the better)

Only have one child building a strong relationship with them and spoiling them rotten

If you or your spouse dies of old age, the respective partner should also die in some manner shortly after (to set up for the next gen)

Generation three: All on my Own?

snobby, [your choice] , [your choice]

start with whatever aspiration you think fits, but change it to and complete the Friend of The Animals aspiration

With the sudden passing of both your parents, you have no idea what do with yourself and how to live on your own. In a rash decision, you sell the penthouse and all it’s belongings. You blow through all this money quite quickly on drinks and gambling until you have barely enough money to move out to a small house on the coast (you will probably need to cheat this, just cheat it down to 20,000). There you try to find yourself and make a life for your new normal. After job after job, you notice the amount of strays in the area, which inspires you to open a small family clinic

Do as the description above says, only starting once both of your parents are dead

Move to Brindleton Bay

“Try” (you can just work at them for a couple days) three different jobs before deciding to open a small vet clinic

adopt at least five animals over the course of your life

You can meet your spouse wherever (perhaps the clinic) and have 2 children with them

Take your children on trips to different parks, museums, etc., every week

Max the pet training and veterinary skills

Generation four: The Nuclear Family

athletic, paranoid, [your choice]

strangerville mystery aspiration and successful lineage aspiration

Your parents always encouraged you to pursue what you wanted, but also encouraged economic conscious and independence. Not sure what you want to do, you enlist in the army and move to StrangerVille, trying to figure out what you want, but as your there, you get enveloped into what’s going on

As a teen, have a part time job

move into the trailer park in StrangerVille

Enlist in the Military

Complete the StrangerVille Mystery aspiration

After finally taking down The Mother, you are finally able to decipher what you wanted, a Writer. You leave your position in the military and pick up a job at the local paper (the writer career), where you tell your stories of your adventures and other strange happenings in Strangerville. At the paper, you meet your spouse and settle down to have a few children with them. But still feeling unsatisfied, you find solace in a stranger at a bar and do things very questionable as a married sim.

Move to the Suburbs of StrangerVille

Become a writer and choose the Journalism path

Meet your spouse at work

Have 3 children (preferably at least one boy and one girl)

Cheat on your spouse with someone you meet at the bar (this can be a one time thing or a continuous theme)

Complete the Successful Lineage Aspiration

Max the Writing Skill

Generation five: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

green fiend, perfectionist, [your choice]

Eco Innovator Aspiration

Sensing something was always off in your parents marriage, you wanted everything else in life to be perfectly in your control to balance it out. One of the biggest problems that seemed to be out of your control however, was the environment and the negative impacts of it, until you learned about a little town on the coast, Evergreen Harbor. There people of your similar mind lived and coexisted, working on creating a community of a better environment. So, soon after your eighteenth birthday, you pack your bags and move.

Move to Evergreen Harbor

Always live in a tiny home, the smaller, the better

Grow a garden of at least ten different plants

Go into the Civil Designer Career, specifically the Green Technician Branch (you can also choose the conservationist career, just cheat the aspiration go

Concerned about their environmental impacts, have only one child, you can either by adopt or a have a one night stand resulting in a child ( you can be in contact and be in a relationship with the child’s parent, but they should not live with you)

Have at least fifteen renewable energy sources

Make your neighborhood (and maybe others!) the cleanest it can be

Generation six: Paintings of Cityscapes

creative, loves the outdoors, [your choice]

pick painter extraordinaire aspiration, but also complete “friend of the world” along the way

Growing up with a single parent, your life was a little interesting, but never dim or unloved. Growing up in Evergreen Harbor gave you access to many interesting and cool people who shaped your view of the world and it’s beauty (Rory and Lorelai Gilmore type vibe ig?). Interested in broadening your world view, you move yourself all the way to the big city to pursue a career in arts. There you meet all sorts of people

Move to San Myshuno, try moving into the smallest apartment possible, make it into a studio/loft and live there for as long as possible

Meet all your friends at art galleries and karaoke bars

go to as many festivals as possible, trying to paint and photograph them as much as possible

Max the Charisma and Painting skills

Never to boggled to settle down, have at least two children to at least two different people, preferably “casual” friends

Never live in an apartment bigger than what you need in the name of being unique (basically no mega big apartments and penthouses)

Marry as a elder to your highest romantic partner

Take your kids on trips to art galleries and such every week

You should have an extra stock pile of money, don’t spend it on stuff you don’t need

Generation seven: A Higher Degree

genius, [your choice], [your choice]

Academic aspiration and then whichever aspiration you think fits

Living with your eccentric parent in a tiny apartment with your siblings, at times, felt quite odd and claustrophobic, but your parent always introduced you to new people and new places that widened the lens of what you could do in your life. With the help of your parent, who put away any extra dollar they could so that you and your siblings could to go to college and pursue your passion, you apply for university and move into the dorms.

Go to University and get a degree in Psychology, History, or Literature and Language

Join at least one student organization

Meet your spouse while in university (they can be attending or you just meet them somewhere on campus)

Have a big graduation party with all your friends and classmates

Marry your partner soon after graduation

Pursue a career related to your major

Max your Logic and Research & Debate skills

I will add more to this as I get here

#ThrGen #ts4 challenge #sims 4 #ts #ts4 #sims challenge #through the generations

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-One

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Warning(s): Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, Drug abuse

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The next few days were a whirlwind.

Nikki had been panicking because Vince had a previous count of drunk driving and now could face up to seven years in jail, which would have meant no more Mötley Crüe.

The news broke globally within 24 hours of the accident, and people were labeling Vince a murderer.

Our house had turned into a safe haven for Michael and Andy to grieve the loss of their brother, and for Nikki to grieve the potential loss of his band, all of them doing so in a haze of heroin, coke, and liquor.

Tansy's mother came to L.A. and had her and Sparkie on a flight back to New York so Tansy wouldn't get pulled into the mess and caught in the crossfire of the smear campaign spreading around Vince.

While everyone else was floating around on highs, dodging reality, I stayed rooted in it but distracted myself heavily.

A high pitch moan leaves me as I arch my back and cling to Nikki's hair, my fourth orgasm nearly causing me to pass out because he doesn's stop moving his tongue between my legs.

I sit up and try to crawl backwards on my elbows.

He pulls away from me and practically tackles me in protest.

"Nikki!" I laugh out tiredly, his lips dotting kisses all over my neck, spreading across my collar bone, ghosting the tops of my breasts. "Nikki, we need to go to our room before one of them comes-" I stop speaking when his teeth tug at one of my nipples, a breathy gasp leaving me.

We're in the living room, on floor by the fireplace, in perfect view incase Mike or Andy decides to come out of the guest bedroom.

"I checked on them a few minutes ago, they're passed out." He assures me, smirking before nipping at my other nipple, making me let out a satisfied sigh.

"They can wake up." I argue, and he pouts a little, giving me a mix of puppy dog eyes, and "fuck me" eyes.

"But...it's my birthday." He points out, his finger tips trailing down my stomach to the junction of my thighs, rubbing my clit. "And I just wanna play with my favorite toy."

His wise ass smile is back, eyes full of pride, knowing I'm not going to say "no."

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, as another moan dares to spill past my lips as his fingers tease my entrance. I buck my hips, trying to get them inside of me, but he just takes his hand away altogether and chuckles at my frustration.

"You're right, maybe we shouldn't..." It's sarcastic leaving his lips and the second he gets off of me and goes to stand, I'm pouncing on him.

He laughs, gladly welcoming me, wrapping his arms around my naked body when I straddle him and our lips meet.

I pull away for a second to catch my breath, and tug Nikki's t-shirt off of him, and his face is covered by his black hair, making the both of us smooth it out of the way.

He looks up at me, his smile faltering a little, his hazel eyes doing their little tricks as a tell-tale he's got something coarsing through his system.

"What is it?" I ask him, furrowing my brows a little and he runs his thumb across my lip, his mouth tugging upward again.

"I'm appreciating you." He tells me and I raise my brows.

"What?"

"Razzle told me I should appreciate you. I guess since he's dead I gotta listen." He explains, still smiling, but it's obvious he's trying not to cry.

I'm not sure if he's crying because Razzle's not here anymore, or because his band's singer is about to face jail, and the other members aren't even speaking to each other.

The sex crazed energy is put to rest, and I give him a reassuring smile, trying to keep it together.

"It's going to be okay, Nikki." Is all it takes me to say for a couple tears to rush down his cheeks.

My thumbs brush them away before he's pulling me against him, nearly crushing me in his arms, as he burries his face in the space between my neck and shoulder and continues to cry.

It was the first time I had ever seen him cry, but certainly not the last.

Later in the night, I open my bathroom door, met by a hazey Mike, who's obviously been crying, smearing foundation on his tired face.

"The lighting is better in here." He tells me hoarsly, empty blue eyes never looking away from his reflection.

"No, it's fine. You do whatever you want." I assure him, rubbing my tired eyes. "Even at 3:30 in the morning." I mumble, dropping my panties and sitting on the toilet to pee.

He doesn't pay any attention to me, starting on blush next.

"Damnit." I hear him mumble.

I look up to see a line of water has cut through his makeup. He sighs out, wiping the tear, and I wipe and flush, washing my hands once my panties are back up.

Once I'm done, he's lining his eyes.

"Do you really believe in God or are those rumors shit?" He asks me out of nowhere and I furrow my brows a little and let out a soft breath.

"I do." I confirm looking at him.

"Do you think Razzle's up there?" He asks next and I tear up, but keep it together.

"I like to think he is, Michael."

"He did a lot he shouldn't have done...we all have..." He adds, quietly implying the worst.

"That doesn't mean anything." I tell him, shaking my head. "Razzle was alive hours after the crash, he just wasn't conscious. There's no telling what was happening between him and God." I explain and he blinks back more tears.

He closes his eyes, a slew of tears falling through his lashes and down his face, causing his makeup to run.

"Damnit." His voice cracks before he's suddenly pawing at his face in frustration, smearing makeup into his tears, wiping as much of it off his face frantically, beggining to cry harder.

I gently grasp at his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face and he falls into me, a sobbing mess.

I hold him until he calms himself, and I help him to the living room where Andy's passed out.

A part of Mike's grieving process was putting on makeup, wiping it off, putting it back on and repeating for hours on end. For some reason, that broke my heart more than him justing crying, would. It was like he was attempting to convince himself he was okay, and he wouldn't be convinced of that until he could put on an entire face of it without tearing up.

He gets settled and I head back to our bedroom where Nikki's in the bed, knocked out.

After crying earlier, he locked himself in his closet and only stumbled out to fall on the bed.

I really need to check in on Vince.

The day after the accident, the label sent Tom and Doc to give us a gag briefing: don't say shit about the accident and "no comment" the fuck out of reporters when they inevitably ask about it.

They forwarded the message to Tansy's mother so she and Sparkie knew not to say a word.

Anything major that hit, the label would send someone for a damage control meeting with all of us.

When I got pregnant and it got out that Duff was the dad, everyone, who didn't know me and Nikki, were shocked.

Because they were under the impression Nikki and I were so madly in love...because even when we were wanting to fucking kill each other we were being trained behind the scenes to put on a good show anytime cameras were around.

When Vanity announced they were engaged, the label shit bricks.

Part of people's interest in Nikki was his odd marriage to someone the complete opposite of him.

The King of Sleaze was "settled down" and married to a devout christian and that kept people talking.

The label couldn't risk Vanity's fuck up painting Nikki in a bad light and negatively impacting sales-even though record sells doubled for Hanoi and Mötley after Vince indirectly killed Razzle-so as soon as they could, they got me and Nikki in a room together and told us Doc would be releasing a statement on our behalf, dismissing Vanity's claims and assuring people we were happier than ever.

Nikki was too stoned to give a damn, I was too exhausted because I had been up for two days processing everything, so we both said "whatever" and went on hating each other and fighting behind closed doors only to go on smiling, laughing, staying all up on each other, and kissing in public to maintain the bullshit narrative of a happy, healthy relationship.

"He's like a zombie, Viv, it's freaking me out." Sharise tells me over the phone and I exhale.

"So is Nikki." I reply.

"How're Mike and Andy holding up?" She asks, and I peek my head out of the kitchen to see the boys passed out on Nikki's persian rug infront of the fireplace.

"They aren't." I don't know how else to put it. "They're joined at the hip with Nikki, mostly. If he goes out, they go out, whatever he loads up on, they load up on and they all come home too messed up to comprehend much of anything. Which, being that they're grieving, that's the way they like it, I guess." I explain, feeling Nikki's hands grasp at my waist, pulling me into him.

"Well, Vince isn't speaking to me, and he's been sleeping in the guest room so he can cry until he falls asleep at night."

"Me or Nikki can come over and try to talk to him if—"

Nikki's taking the phone out of my hand before I can finish, opting for me turn around and face him, reaching for the phone, only for him to pull away, reach over me and hanging it up.

"Nikki, what the hell?!" I scold, yelling in a whisper to keep from waking our guests up.

"Don't volunteer me to do shit I don't wanna do." He tells me.

"Vince is your singer. He's one of our best friends, and I've known him for over ten years. He needs us, baby."

"If I'm gonna grieve with anyone, it's gonna be the dudes that just lost their drummer. Not the sloppy motherfucker that killed him."

His words knot my heart up, physically hurting me, and he's going to our bedroom before I can argue, and I just follow after him.

"Nikki, you don't mean that." I state, shutting the door and he digs through his mess on the floor to find a t-shirt.

"No, I think I really fucking do." He argues back.

I cross my arms, raising a brow, about to start an explosive argument but not caring.

"Razzle got in the car with him." I state and Nikki suddenly stops in his tracks, gloomy hazel eyes cut sharply at me.

"What did you just say?" He asks me in a hiss.

"I said, 'Razzle got in the car with him.' He knew Vince was drunk. He knew something could have happened and he still got in the car. Just like Vince knew something could have happend and still got behind the wheel. Neither of them had any business doing so." I tell him.

He comes closer and closer, and I take steps back until my back is against the door.

His hand rests beside my head, and he lears over me, obviously not sober, clenching his teeth together, pointing his other finger in my face.

"If you want to go suck his dick and baby him for being a fucking shitty person and fucking the band up, then you can. But don't bother coming back, and don't fucking drag me into it because I sure as fuck don't feel sorry for him."

"He's not a shitty person for making a mistake, Nikki. How the hell can things be so strictly black and white to you?" I ask, tearing up.

"I just don't sympathize with people who don't fucking deserve it." He tells me, raising his voice. "But God knows you fucking do."

The irony of him scolding me for giving people second chances when he's the main one I've given multiple chances to, is so thick it's beyond my comprehension.

"Yeah." I stay calm, my voice shaking to hold back tears. "God knows I really do."

I go to open the door, but his hand slams it shut as he says, "I'm not done."

Frustration pushes my tears from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and I take a heavy breath before turning to face him.

"Then say what you need to say because I have better things to do." I snap, and he rolls his jaw, letting me get under his skin.

"Nothing." He scoffs, taking a stumble back, motioning to the door. "Just go. Go do whatever the fuck you wanna do because you're gonna fucking do it anyway."

I roll my eyes and step out, the door slamming shut behind me.

When I get to Vince's I park my freshly repaired corvette and let myself in, stepping up the steps to see Sharise on the couch, watching National Lampoon's Vacation.

She looks at me and pauses it before she stands up to hug me.

I can tell she's been crying.

"Nikki didn't come?" She asks me.

"He's not in a good place right now...none of them are." I tell her. "But he'll be over here as soon as he can be." I promise.

"He hasn't come out, and the police department called and want him to come back in tomorrow to answer some more questions." She says to me, lowly, and I nod. "He won't talk to me, he only comes out when I go to bed, Viv."

"I'll go talk to him." I assure her, giving her hand a little squeeze before heading to the guest bedroom.

I only knock on the door once before I hear "just leave me alone, Sharise!"

I roll my eyes and reach my hand above the door frame, feeling for the small steel pin with a flat end.

I unlock the door, to see Vince on the bed, a thick scent of alcohol, pot, and heroin.

No needles are around so I'm assuming he smoked it.

"Fuck off, Sharise!" He yells, not bothering to look at me and I raise my brows.

"Not Sharise...but I'm glad Nikki isn't the only one telling his loving and devoted wife to 'fuck off'." I reply flatly, crawling into bed with him.

"Fuck off, Viv." He mumbles, rubbing his eyes and I let out an exhale.

"Vince-"

"I fucked up. Royally. No amount of 'it will be okay' or 'God's letting this happen to you for a reason' will make me feel any better. My friend is dead. I killed him. I'm going to jail. My band hates me. I've let my fans down."

"Nobody lives or dies without God's say so. Maybe Razzle's death is him saying 'slow down because none of you are invincible.' And let's not pretend you being a rich Rockstar won't just get you a slap on the wrist, because you won't be in jail for long, if at all. I don't agree with it or think it's fair but that's good news for you. The band doesn't hate you. None of them know how to go from here, though. Your sales have doubled for Mötley Crüe in the past two days, Vince. You haven't let your fans down, but you owe Hanoi Rock's fans an apology because they're done with." I tell him. "You have a pregnant wife that needs you now more than ever and instead of being with her and letting her comfort you, you're isolating yourself and trying to fix yourself by avoiding feeling sad with self-medicating."

"You a fuckin' sobriety coach now or something?" He smartly croaks out, finally looking at me, a tear leaking out of his tired brown eyes and I swipe it away with my ring finger.

"I'm a worried friend that's witnessing multiple people she cares about drown themselves in distraction instead of taking a few days to actually, soberly, feel everything, get their minds around it, and go from there." I correct him. "You have to stand in front of a judge at some point. I suggest you do so with little to no trace of drugs and liquor in your system." I add.

"This doesn't happen to people like me." He states. "It just doesn't."

"You didn't get into that crash as 'Vince Neil, lead singer of Mötley Crüe.' You got into it as 'Vince Neil, incredibly drunk.'" I counter and he shakes his head a little, sniffling. "Sharise needs you right now." I remind him, sitting up to get rid of the mess he's made.

Once all empty bottles are discarded and drugs flushed, I come back into the room to see Sharise laying beside Vince as he cries.

I don't say another word, shutting the door and leaving them to it.

Checking my watch once I get back inside my car, it's only 8:30pm, which means Nikki hasn't left our house yet.

If I walk in before he's gone, it'll be argument-central.

I remember Duff mentioning he was off work for a couple days if I needed anything.

I didn't necessarily need anything in particular, I just started to really dig being around Duff. He always had a good energy about him that wasn't ever brought on by booze or drugs. He didn't have to get fucked up to be fun to be around, it was just his God given gift of many.

The second he opens the door and sees me, he's on a mission.

"Come in, gimme a second." He tells me, stepping to the kitchen.

I shut the door and step inside, the smell of cigarettes seemingly calming me.

"Okay, I have comfort food, and tissues incase you need another cry session with The McKagan." He informs me, holding a jumbo package of gummy worms, and a big-ass bottle of Pepsi. "I know this a lot but it was either a small bottle of Coke or this and I remembered you like Pepsi more than Coke and strongly emphasized they do not taste the same so..." He holds it out to me and I accept it my heart nearly bursting with warmth. "And here." He hands me the gummy worms.

"You didn't have to get me this." I hold back tears, not of saddness, but because he's struggling to make ends meet, yet spent money on me, even if it wasn't a lot.

"One of your friend's passed away, Viv. I kinda did." He tells me as we both plop down on the floor in front of the coffee table.

I notice a notepad with words scribbled on it, and his bass on the floor where he had put it down before answering the door when I knocked.

I open the bag of gummy worms and he uses the sharp edge of the coffee table to open my Pepsi.

"Thank you." I mumble, taking it from him, glancing at the notepad as he reaches for his bass. "Are you writing something?" I ask and he blushes a little, letting out a little chuckle.

"I am. Well, it's written, already, and already got a demo tape I'm just trying to tweak a couple things incase I end up using it later." He explains and I raise my brows.

"A whole demo tape?" I ask, amused.

"A shitty quality demo tape." He tells me, smiling nervously.

"For this song?" My finger taps at the paper pad and he nods.

"Yeah, that one."

In giant letters, the title reads, "It's So Easy", and before I can read the lyrics, he's taking it away.

"I don't know if I want you to know about it." He tells me and I furrow my brows.

"Are you scared I'm gonna take it to Nikki and steal your song?" I ask, knowing that isn't why, and he shakes his head, rubbing his lips together.

"It's kinda raunchy." He explains. "Like...a lot. I mean, it's a fun song, I'm not even sure if I want it on a album or anything because it's like...tongue in cheek. I don't want you to think I'm an asshole. Like, I'm not like this." He waves the notepad.

"Duff, I know you're not an asshole." I reply, nudging his leg with my knee as I turn to face him. "You don't have to show me if you don't want to, but I wanna hear it." I shrug.

He just looks at me for a second before picking up his bass, rubbing his forehead and sighing.

"Tongue in cheek. I'm not like this. I'm not an asshole." He points at me, and I nod and wait patiently.

"It's So Easy" became one of my favorite Guns N' Roses song, before Guns N Roses even existed.

I quickly realized what Duff meant when he said "I don't want you to think I'm an asshole" when the lyrics "Ya get nothin' for nothin' if that's what ya do, turn around, bitch, I gotta use for you" came out of his usually respectful mouth.

Duff was never that type.

When he was single, he was SINGLE. He would sleep with multiple girls in one day, sometimes at the same time and live it up. But he never went anywhere thinking "I'm gonna do all I can to fuck a shit ton of girls tonight."

He would let them approach him and if it happened it happened, and he wasn't an entitled asshole to them.

If he wasn't single, however, he wouldn't even pay other girls much attention.

He would just focus on booze, music, and goofing off with Steven or Slash.

I guess that's another thing that drew me to him.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #the dirt #the dirt movie #gateway drug

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Abroad Pt. 18

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: (smut! +18!).

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Tucked and holding his arm, back to his chest, twisted in the airplane seat undoubtedly in deep sleep. His eyes wandered over the small walls that were catered for privacy. No one could see, but he was bound to check anyway before laying the ring on your shoulder and snapping a selfie of you laying against him, the ring in view. He quickly put it away and closed his eyes to try and catch up to you in the dream filled state, but not before admiring the photo. It was the fourth one in 24 hours, he was on a roll.

It was nothing like you thought or had seen through the phone calls, but somehow the same. The walls held a warm beige with plush carpeted floors and two black leather couches. Carpet, oh, it feels like it has been so long since you have felt a soft carpet under your toes. It wasn’t very practical back at the house. Much too sandy.

The feel of the condo screamed ‘Bachelor Pad’. It lacked warmth, but seemed suitable enough for his lonesome. You wandered down the hallway where he pointed out two empty rooms incase anyone came, you and the kids, his parents, any friends. They looked untouched.

Not a candle in sight of the whole place, not in cabinets or countertops, just a stale air freshener on the bathroom counter. The luxurious first impression almost get stomped over by the sterile, dull lack of characterization. You would have to change that. Mentally noting for some throw pillows, a candle or two, a couch blanket, and maybe some flowers.

He watched your eyes travel over the dark couches and the empty side tables, the decor and generic wall pictures were not cutting it and he could tell he was going to come home one evening to a brown sugar candle and you wrapped in a new fuzzy blanket though California won’t reach less than 70° in the fall month. Not that he minded one bit, he hoped you might add your own touch, even to make him feel like this could be a home for a while.

“It’s nice,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his middle. “Show me your room?” You look up at him who was waiting for more than the simple compliment you gave. He knows the place wasn’t much, but more than enough at the same time.

“Follow me, my lady,” he smiled walking in front, towing both suitcases to the far door off the living area, sharing a wall with the extra large black flat screen. This seemed more like it. Bed still messy and slept in, a couple pairs of shoes kicked off, never making it another three feet to the closet, and an empty take out drink left on the nightstand.

“You want to shower? Get some coffee in you?” It was barely 10am, not sure if you would be able to make it 12 hours till night time, even with the sleep on the plane. He knows you so well. “I’ll unpack.”

“Join me?” You questioned, walking into the bathroom.

“Of course, in a minute.” The door nearly closed behind you, leaving a crack in it. He stood frozen until the water turned on and he sprang into action. He practically ripped open his carry-on backpack and pulled the ring from its pocket. Where was this thing supposed to go now that you are here? He didn't think this through. Hopefully you will not be here all day long with nothing to do. He had put himself up the challenge to take as many shots of you unsuspecting, being in the same fame as the ring. It was a game. He looked around, somewhere he can grab it easily but it will not be in sight or just out of sight. He looked down at the mattress and cocked his head. Was that easy enough to get to?

He lifted the side and slid the small box in between the box spring and mattress, testing out its availability by laying on it and reaching down, feeling for it in between the fabrics. Easy enough.

He opened your bag and grabbed your bathroom tote to bring with. He knew you would rather not shampoo at all than resort to using his or just plain body wash, much less wash your face with that stuff.

Your side profile was fogged through the steaming air suffocating the glass doors to the shower. As soon as he shut the door behind him he didn’t waste time, spilling your shampoo into this hands after turning you to face him. He wanted to see your face to make sure he wouldn’t be hurting you. You smiled and leaned your cheek against his chest, inviting him, telling him to go ahead. His skin was cold in contrast to yours that was heated by the hot water, but you didn’t flinch. Not when he felt across your scalp with his soapy fingertips, or even when those same fingertips got snagged on a tangle. That does not mean that it didn’t hurt. It did. But it was not worth reacting too, it would just put him off and you didn’t want anymore of that.

Your eyes were closed as the water washed the shampoo away, it trickled down over your eyes and cheeks. You fought back a wince the whole time, scrunch of your brows, pout of your lip, figuring he was watching you like a hawk.

All done with.

You washed your face quickly, usually doing that first but you had waited for him. You wiped your eyes afterwards, finally starting a pout, but your were not hurting, at least not that bad. He was soaping himself up, that was not his job.

“What is it?” He asks concerned. You shook away that look.

“That’s my job, I do that.” He calmed his shoulders and dipped under the waterfall.

“Okay, there you go,” he teased, now that it is rinsed away, a clean slate for you to start again. You grabbed the clean ocean scented body wash anyway. He may already be clean, but you liked how he felt under your hands. So smooth.

Smooth under your touch that pressed into the muscles of his shoulder blades, your thumbs massaging the skin. Your breasts flesh against him as your arms traveled up and down behind him. Up to his neck, where you can feel him hold back some sort of moan when you rub just the right spot and feel his tension leave, dropping his head down. To his lower back where knuckles can freely press the perfect spots for him to lean further into you, placing his hands on the wall above your head.

You held back a smirk, “You should really let me massage you, with lotion and all,” you whispered, reaching and pressing a kiss to the base of his neck. “I think I’ll enjoy it more than you.” You had not become blind to his growing hard on, coming to life. You knew he could not help himself. But take advantage of it, you must.

You didn’t give it much thought to bring your hands forward, cupping your fingers around him in one hand, urging him forward with the other.

“Kiss me please,” you muttered up at him.

He was keen to your touch and kissed you, harder than he had in awhile. His hand ended up strategically placed on the tile wall to catch the back of you from making contact with it. Your chest sprouts with a sort of victory and results in a squeeze of your fingers around his cock, dragging them along the silky wet skin. His mouth drops open against yours but no sound comes out. A harsh breath in the humid air and you focus on the prickly sensation his beard gives your lips when you attach yourself to the delicate pulsing skin of his neck. His chest was rising and falling, skipping across its fluidity when you press your eager thumb against the underside of the head of his throbbing member in your hand.

It’s been so long since you have got your hands on him, you could not wait and drag him out. You wanted to hear him, feel him fall apart under your hands, you craved it. Your grip worked faster, his hips involuntarily jerking forward. You could feel your own heart rate pick up from seeing him, feeling him like this. Almost able to feel your skull pulsing physically against the palm of his hand, you were sure he could feel it through your wet hair if he was not so side tracked.

The task at hand was all you could think about. You knew he was close and you so badly wanted to sink to your knees and take him hot and heavy in your mouth but you were sure he would snap out of it and not let you. His lips and soft vulnerable moans that were leaking into your ears, his lips ghosting just below them, were enough for you to feel fully satisfied with him.

You spoke your praises. He had been taking such good care of you all week, it was your turn. Wanting him to fall apart in your hands.

Come for me, baby. I love you. I love seeing you like this. You are so hard under my fingers, baby. Come all over for me.

His voice raised when his abdomen strained and his hips jerked against you. His cock ticking and spurting hot come over your hands. His lips dragging across the sensitive attacked skin of your neck where he had taken a liking to for the time being. His pants turning into grateful comments, deep kissing that you returned. Mewling into his obscene tongue and wishing he could take you over and over again.

His hands were finally finding home, cradling the sides of your head so he could kiss you like he wanted. His thumbs set atop your temples, somehow clearing the fog that had consumed him.

“Woah,” he shifted away and looking at where is thumbs rested. Eyes dancing between them both. “I can - I can feel that.”

He pulled his hands back, “I’m okay, seriously.”

“(Y/n), I’m sorry,” he was amazed and slightly horrified that he could feel it. “I’m sorry,” he proclaimed again. You didn’t like that look. You love him, and loved what just took place, but you did not like that look.

“Stop saying that. Please.” You turned you back to him and reached for your conditioner. You rubbed it through and rinsed it in silence. Not bothering to look at him. You didn’t hear him, he didn’t say anything.

He just can’t help it, those words come out of his mouth, he just can’t. It takes until you are both stepped out with towels until he says something.

“I love you,” he says, kissing your shoulder. “I’m- I will stop saying that.” He opened his mouth to say the word again, sorry for saying sorry, but he stopped himself. He towered behind you, feeling the swell of your belly over the towel. Maybe it was because you saw it everyday it didn’t look so big or so different. But he seemed to like when he could see it, feel it. Maybe it was bigger than you thought.

“I love you too.”

“What do you want to do today?” You perked a brow at him with a coffee cup in his hand. He knew what you were asking. He does not usually drink coffee when he followed meal plans. “I know, trust me. But I need it today.”

You smiled to yourself and reached for your own mug, singing, “I didn’t say anything.” You stopped your movements and opted for looking for creamer and sugar first. “Well first we need a Starbucks and a grocery store.” Should have known there would not be any goddamn sugar here.

“Mmm, Sorry.” He leaned off the counter. “Anything else?” He was hoping you’d say no so he didn’t have to try and redirect you to the whole ‘relaxing’ thing.

“Well, I kinda want to find a Sephora, or ULTA or something. Get some makeup, something to cover this.” You pointed to your face that was getting less scary to look at in a mirror, but it never went unnoticed.

“But I don’t, like, I can go by myself, you don’t have to-” That came out wrong.

“I’m not going to not go?”

“I- I know,” you sighed looking at the empty cup in your hands.

He sat the mug down and rested his hands against the countertop beside you, “What is it? Do not go all quiet on me now.” His voice was softer, didn’t understand why you got anxious all the sudden.

“I, my face. People watch you Chris. Take pictures of you.” He stood back on his heels, understanding what you mean. He had definitely not become blind to the bruising, the healing cut just under your chin. “I don’t want pictures of this.” You finally said, pushing your hair back, where a bruise travels from your cheek bone to above your temple.

He hates that you felt as if you need to hide. That you need to cover it but he was not in store for making you feel bad about it once again. “I can… stay in the car?”

You shook your head, wishing you could have worded that easier for him. “I know what I will need to look for. It's just been so long since I’ve been inside a cosmetic store, I am sure I will be in awe of all the new stuff.” You scoffed to yourself, “I went from being in one everyday, working, using the products everyday on myself and clients to not even knowing what is out there right now.” You already started planning to buy stuff. Do a full face just for the hell of it. You could feel the excitement in your veins grow at the thought of sitting in front of a mirror for an hour and dipping into colored eye shadows and a new lipstick color.

Why the hell hadn’t you been doing this at home? Because it’s been ages since i’ve bought a new product and lacked the inspiration from said product. That one was all on you.

“I don’t want you to wait in the car, that’s not fair to you. Let me see if I can cover it at least a little bit with what I already have.” You left him in the kitchen and went to your suitcase. You didn’t have any color correcting creams or concealers, just your regular concealer, two shades too light to be used as a foundation. You sat in the mirror layering the concealer a few times before running foundation over it with a light hand, then setting it with powder. Now that the rest of you looked like a ghost. You almost laughed at your reflection. Its been so long since you have done a full face, but it looks like today is going to be the day. You quickly filled in your brows and added some contour and blush so your didn’t look like a moon-face. He walked in and stood behind the mirror watching you as you dipped into your contour shade to put some on as an eyeshadow, just to add some sort of color or dimension to the mix.

“Pick out a lipstick?” You only brought three shades with you, there was no way he could go wrong. He pulled out a brownish-rosey pink, it was your go to, your signature color and had been for almost 5 years at this point.

“I like this one.” He handed it to you, watching you put it on in the mirror.

“How do I look?” You closed the cap in your fingers and turned to him. The hair was lifted off the side of your face while he inspected it but left you with an impressed look.

“Just perfect.” You rolled your eyes checking it out for yourself. The purple tones were coming through and you couldn’t do anything about the red cuts then were trying to heal themselves. But for working with what you had, it was pretty damn good if you say so yourself.

The makeup was left on the counter, abandoned while you both left.

The car slowed and stopped in a parking space before he asked again. “Are you sure I can come in?” You rolled your eyes, getting out and pulling your grey purse strap over your shoulders, double checking for your wallet and phone.

“Yes,” you repeated as he automatically handed you the keys and his own phone to store in the bag.

“Okay, we need like a signal or something if you need me to back off.” He demonstrated ridiculous signals with his hands over his head.

“Would you stop, that is gonna draw attention, you child!” You weren’t mad, not with the silly smile on both your faces. “How about I switch my bag onto my opposite shoulder. That means… go in the opposite direction. Draw the attention away.”

“Yes. Yes let’s do that. ‘Thor in a makeup store’, I can see the caption now!”

“Would you put your hands down already! Lower your voice! The caption is going to read ‘Thor with duct taped hands and mouth by his crazy pregnant girlfriend in a make-up store’!” He shook his head while you both walked in, not bothering to draw your sunglasses up on your heads. “Go find some smelly good stuff, let me get it for you. I’m goin’ over here.” You pointed towards all the cosmetics while he continued straight for colognes and perfumes at your request.

You ignored obvious whispers from some of the floor sales employees, turning your back to them to try and focus on what you needed to find, and… of course you had no idea where to look first, which brand to go to. The glasses finally came off and you placed them on the neckline of the shirt you were wearing.

“Is there something I can help you find?” A kind voice came from behind you, you turned quickly to be greeted with, of course, a perfectly done face of makeup. She was only a floor sales employee, but she of course didn't know that you had worked above her in the past, even for individual brands in the store you were shopping for. How could she? The ‘yes please’ that rolled off your tongue to answer her was extremely forgein in the environment, but given the fact that you could no longer reign in name of expertise…

You look around your surroundings and decide that now was the time you were going to have to pull the signal out, switching shoulders. You didn’t know where he went but you could see four more employees file into the store from the back door, all with ear pieces pressed close. You weren’t naive to this, it was you four years ago, gossiping in the microphones about guests.

“I need a color correcting palette, maybe?” You mentally encouraged your hair to stay falling forward over the abused show of skin and just smiled thinly. After telling her you don’t mind the brand, she showed you a few options.

It wasn’t much longer, maybe 15 minutes, that you parted from her with the pallet in the shopping back, along with a new contour pallet, mascara, and foundation. Maybe a few new brushes. You left the trap of makeup and eyed over the shelves, spotting three, THREE employees ‘helping’ him in fragrances. You stood near the check out and switched shoulders again. Now if only he would look up and see you waiting patiently. So, so patient.

He smiled at something one of them said and looked back at the shelf, they were ogling and you laughed to yourself. You could relate. You waited, half staring at him and half eyeing the Kylie Cosmetics setup an arms reach away.

“Did you find everything alright?” Once again, a voice startling you from behind.

“Yea, yea. I'm just… might get a few of these.” You said nonchalantly, picking up a tester to admire the color.

“Oh, I see. Don’t worry, we were all slightly staring as well, as much as we all tried not too.”

“Pardon?” You questioned, putting the liquid lip back in its spot.

“It’s not everyday you are in the same store as a Hemsworth. Quite random I might add.” You pushed down the ‘unprofessional’ words from her. Your old manager would have chopped your head off, but instead you nodded in agreement.

“Yea, yea, strange, huh?” You chuckled, catching her looking past you. Would they stop already? It really didn’t seem that groundbreaking, or maybe it was a slight twinge of jealousy from how obviously every female in the store as undressing him with their eyes, seemingly unashamed. You plucked a few lipstick shades from the kiosk and decided to take action, you hadn’t seen not one camera flash in the store. You looked at him, who still was too preoccupied to see you were done with. It wouldn’t ever be a problem for him to continue shopping, but he wasn’t doing just that, he was entertaining them and you knew it. You smiled when you thought again how much he secretly enjoys the attention. But no matter what, you were the one that gets to leave on his arm, no one else.

“Ma’am.” You felt an arm reach out for you when you stepped forward. “I’m sorry but my manager has asked that we make sure he is not crowded while he browses.” She nudged towards the ear piece and watched you with sympathetic eyes as if she really, really did not want to have to be the one to say that. You could relate to that, too. Confrontation was the worst.

“Right, sorry. No crowding, got it.” You settled back next to her, but it was only a few seconds before he lifted his head to gaze for you. You wink and nudge your head towards the checkout. He got the gist and pulled away from the workers with a Gucci fragrance in hand. You didn’t stay for the workers’ reaction when you stood at the counter, dumping out your products and had him joining you. It was just a small victory, and you would call this little outing a complete success.

“Now to coffee, please,” you commented, walking out the sliding doors hand in hand.

“This is the surprise you told me I wouldn’t want to miss out on? Waking me up too early for something that you still won’t tell me about?” He only shrugged at you, repeated that you would thank him later but you highly doubted it at this point. “Okay, well, at least tell me if this is something I need to look presentable for.”

“I think you look beautiful no matter what you are wearing.” Hmm, smooth, but still not an answer.

“Chris! Come on, you said we need to leave in an hour! Look at me!” All you could think about was how he wanted you to relax while you were here. You braid your hair while trying to gauge what you should wear off of his attire, but all it consisted of was a white t-shirt and jeans.

“Babe, what are you wearing?” You started to pull out your makeup bag, sifting through. He looked up from his phone, lounging on the bed.

“I don’t know, whatever she picked out. Hopefully something that makes me look sexy, but smart.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. So it has to be somewhere where he knows there will be a camera if he doesn’t have to pick out his own clothing. Interview. It has to be.

“Ok,” you sighed, going to town with the color-correcter.

Your clothing was limited, obviously. There wasn't much to choose from, especially to search for something to mask the small bump you had started growing. Maybe it wasn’t too noticeable. The yellow shirt was just the right amount of flowy that you could tuck it in lightly to some now-too-tight high waisted jeans. You pulled out brown sandals and slipped them on before turning to the mirror. Twisting sideways to view the change in your body, was it that big? Or was it just in your head?

Your hands froze, snapping your head towards him when you heard a Iphone’s camera click sound off behind you. Chris jumped in his spot, shoving his hands down to his sides, turning away from you.

“Hey,” you called to him, “What are you doing? Give me a warning next time!” His arms fumbled for a moment before he turned his head back to you.

“Sorry princess, I like the candids better. And I really like that shirt.” He hoped the compliment would mask the slight shock hiding in his voice. He could not help himself. Your profile on display, it was going to be a perfect photo.

“Really?” Turning to look into the mirror again, furrowing your brows, “It doesn’t make me look like I’ve gained 15 pounds or something?”

“Of course not,” he said stepping towards you, turning your hips in his direction. His hands brushing over your shoulders, pushing your hair back, just another way to admire your smooth skin that only he gets to touch. A quick kiss was pressed to your temple before words of encouragement about needing to leave soon were said.

“Okay close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Just do it! I’ll tell you when to open them!” He has got to be losing his mind. You obliged, closing them with a hovering hand over for good measure, not wanting to ruin your makeup.

The car slowed for a moment, your heard the window roll down with a few words exchanged with someone, then it rolled back up.

“Who was that?”

“Dont worry about it!”

“Chris!”

The car stopped moving, and you were almost itching in your seat. Surprises really were the bane of your existence, making your heart rate pick up. He could be taking you to kill you for all you know.

“I’m going to come get the door, keep them closed, I’ll tell you when to open them.” The urge to peak was almost eating you up when the door closed. The courage to do it was almost there, right ready for you to squint one open, just a little won’t hurt…The door flew open to the side, making you jump in your spot.

“Jesus!” You exclaimed with a hand over your heart.

“Don’t peak!” He was flowing with so much excitement about this, you just could not ruin it for him. You held your hands out while he blindly guided you around, only tripping once, miracuously, before the air conditioning hit your skin.

“It’s cold.”

“Wah wah, you are always cold.”

“Chris! Why are you so feisty today?” He mumbled something about thanking him later before stopping you in your place. Another voice was there, leading the way again. It was getting old. Almost.

The walking finally stopped. All the voices stopped and you could sense the stillness around. No more voices, no background noise.

“Now?”

“Almost!” The door opened again, he was whispering. Your hands finally made it to your face again, if they were not there your eyes would have definitely opened for the sake of calming yourself.

“Hey. You are kinda freakin’ me out here.”

“Princess…” he sounded unsure. “Okay, you can open.”

The blur was there, blinking it away. It was just a room. Small, there was a large tv on the wall, a single couch facing it. Some decor, a Tv stand against the wall with some water bottles and a door that opens to most likely a bathroom. Why was this so secret?

“What is this?” He was watching you gaze around the room, confused, spinning in your spot trying to think, think, think.

It did look slightly familiar, like some sort of deja vu, but it was not ringing together. He still didn’t say anything, just stood in the middle of the room with his hand buried in his pocket, the other resting with the camera open on his phone.

“Hello?”

“I- Just wait.” He glanced at the door and back to you, with his eyebrows drawn.

“Why are you so nervous?” You said quietly stepping closer to him, away from the door. “Don’t, you are making me nervous.”

There was a small knock on the door and you both flipped your heads towards it with wide eyes. Your head flipped back to him so fast it was surprising it didn’t spin right off your shoulders.

“Who is that!” You whisper scream to him, while he acts oblivious.

“Come in!”

“Chris!” Your fist clenching involuntarily around his shirt, turning to look at the door pushing open.

“Hi!” The familiar face was not not welcome, just really unexpected and you squealed in retaliation, hiding behind him. All blood in our body had to have rushed to your face in this moment.

Why did he just do this to me?

Don’t act a fool. Don’t hide.

Your head peaked out, deciding maybe a foot step in that direction would make some lick of sense. His hands tried to tug you around, ears burning from the sound of his laugh at your behavior, it was all in good spirits at least.

“Well come here! He said I would scare you.” They were laughing too, a bright smile on their face when you headed in their direction.

“Really?” You whined back at him. This was the surprise that he was making you keep your eyes closed for 10 minutes for?

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fic #chris hemsworth fan fiction #Chris Hemsworth smut #Chris Hemsworth x reader #chris x reader #thor fanfic #thor #marvel masterlist

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puckngrind · 5 years

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Skating Lessons part 8

Summary: Dinner with Josh’s parents

Warning: swearing and smut

Word count: 2706

Series Masterlist

Morning sex with Josh may in fact be your favorite. It was sweet and sensual and while all of your senses might not have been awake the ones that were were overstimulated with passion. You could get use to it that was for sure. You made Josh coffee and handed him your teal monogrammed tumbler. You laughed as he spun it in his hand taking in the monogram.

“The rest of them say mom. Do you really want those?” He kisses you lightly and you turn to make your cup and he taps you on your ass.

“Maybe I’ll need to replace this one...” You inhale sharply taking in what he was insinuating as his thumb traces your last name initial, “and do you really think the guys aren’t going to make fun of me for this too?” Josh smirks as he walks to the door.

“I mean you don’t have to take it...” You go to grab the coffee back but he pulls it into him.

“Hell no. Your coffee is better than any of the shops on the way to the rink! I’ll see you in a few hours. Okay?” He takes a sip and leans down to kiss you before he heads out.

You had a rare Friday off from work and Mason didn’t have preschool. You decided to take advantage of the nice morning and head to the park. Mason played, you pushed him on the swing, took pictures of him hanging upside down to send your mom (she flips out every time) and Josh. You soaked up the sunshine and chill of fall air when you feel your phone vibrating.

Josh: Still at the park?

You: How do you know I’m at the park?

Josh: It’s gorgeous out and you aren’t home

You look at the time and realize Josh was done with morning skate already.

You: Just the one down the street

“I know.” You jump at Josh’s voice. He wraps his arms around you and whispers in your ear, “so can I kiss you in front of Mason or no?” His lips ghosted over neck. You shivered at feeling of his breath on you.

“I mean yes but keep it simple Ander...” Josh plants his lips on yours mid-word.

“Like that?” Josh smiles at you with one of those smiles that reaches his eyes. You shake your head and eyes dart to Mason. He’s spotted Josh and comes running. You also notice that the other mom has spotted Josh too. Josh scoops Mason up and you eye the other mom who now has her phone out.

“Josh...” You whisper. Josh’s eyes the mom while he places Mason down again. “Yup, you okay?” Josh’s hand swipes across your jaw as he surveys if he needs to say anything.

“Um...sure...I think...I guess...” You spiral into trying to be confident like Amy suggested and freaking out at the same time. You take a breath as Josh places his hand in yours.

“Yeah?” Josh squeezes your hand.

“Yeah...I’m good.” You look at Josh, “First one to Mace picks the movie toni...” you take off running towards Mason and Josh comes running after you laughing. Mason sees you running and goes running towards Josh. “Hey! That’s cheating!” You laugh out.

“That’s my dude!” Josh scoops Mason up again giving him a high-five and laughing. He takes your hand to walk back to your place. “So Mace, what you would say about meeting my parents today? They are super excited to meet you.” Mason looks at you and back at Josh.

“Yes, but will...will..will I understand them?” Mason asks and your eyebrows furrow because you never know what or why he says some things. You go to interject but Josh beats you to it.

“Yes, why would you not...Mace, is it because they are Canadian?” Josh chuckles a little and Mason shook his head yes and Josh about fell over laughing. “Mace, I’m Canadian. Do you understand me?” You smile at Mason and Josh taking in this conversation and how cute it was.

“But sometimes you say funny things. Like you call my hat a togue.” Mason tugs at his Blue Jackets beanie on his head. “That’s weird. I didn’t know if it was because you were from Canada.” Mason says so seriously that you melt from his adorableness.

“Well, you are right, I do say some things differently than you do and so do my parents but I think you will understand them just fine, eh?” Josh adds to get a laugh out of Mason. You reach your house and get ready for your dinner out.

Josh is scrolling through his phone as you come back into the family room and clear your throat to get his attention. He looks up and his mouth drops open.

“Too much? I wasn’t sure what to wear.” You look down at your outfit and back at Josh who was getting up off the couch crowding into you.

“Oh no, you are just going to torture me all night with how gorgeous you are and how I cannot touch you because we are out with my parents.” Josh leans down to kiss your forehead. “But I cannot wait to take these off you tonight.” he whispers in your ear and runs his fingertip over your exposed collarbone.

“Mason, you ready bud?” You raise your voice to distract yourself from how Josh is making you feel. You hear Mason shuffling around in his room. “So, anything good on there?” You point to Josh’s phone.

“The mom did post the picture to her stories and tagged me but it’s actually really cute and Mason isn’t facing her. She commented out how in love I look and that she was happy because it seems to make my game better.” Josh looks at you placing his hand on your cheek. “I mean she’s not wrong. You should see the stats from before we started dating and now. My game has improved. You make me better in so many ways (y/n).” You blush at the words and break away to go get Mason so you aren’t late to dinner.

The restaurant Josh’s parents picked was NOT kid friendly and didn’t even have a kid’s meal. When Josh asked for a lid or straw for Mason’s water the waitress actually rolled her eyes at him. You beat Josh’s parents to the restaurant and got to settle in before they arrived. Josh mumbling under his breath that he never should have let his dad pick the place to eat.

“J, it’s fine. Really. Mason is big enough for a regular seat and he loves soup.” You put your hand on Josh’s to calm him down. Things you knew about Josh’s parents were that they owned a restaurant that they use to run, have four kids, and his dad likes fancy food which why we were here. Josh looks at you and then up to the couple making their way to the table. He mouthes thank you as he goes to stand up.

“Mom, Dad, this is (y/n) and Mason.” He leans in to give his mom a hug as he introduces you. You go to stand up and shake their hands and his mom brings you in for a hug. You exchanged pleasantries and sit back down. Michelle directed most of her questions to Mason as she grabbed a small paint with water activity book out of her purse for him. His eyes grew wide as she showed him how the water changed the white pages into pictures. You looked at Josh as he stared at his mom with the most adorable face. Gary just studying the menu like there was a test after dinner.

“So Josh tells us you met while Mason was skating at Ice Haus? And Amy hasn’t stopped texting me since yesterday about how amazing you are.” Michelle finally turns her attention to you.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing.” You let slip out and everyone laughs. You realize that the way Josh’s eyes get lost when he laughs is the perfect combination of his parents. “Yes, Josh stalked us while Mason was skating during a public skate and used his open ice time to spend more time with us.” You flash a smirk at Josh who is now nose deep in his menu.

“What? Huh?” Josh looks up with his tongue slipped between his teeth. He processed what you said and answers, “Oh yeah, she keeps me on my toes that’s for sure and I had to use every advantage I could to get to know her.” Josh looks at Mason who is fully invested in the magic painting book that his parents got him. “I mean the boy won’t even wear my jersey to a game.” He chuckles and Mason looks up.

“I”ll wear it tomorrow. You played really well Tuesday when I did.” Mason states then returns his full attention to what he was doing.

“I think we are sitting behind you. Right Joshua?” Gary chimes in after placing his menu down finally.

“And are we getting pedis on Sunday, (y/n)? With Amy?” Michelle adds.

“Yes to both, Mason and I are going to hang out with Seth.” Josh beats you to answering. “Dad, you are more than welcome to join but I bet you are going golfing.”

“If you want to golf with your dad, I can get my parents to...” You start at Josh and he puts his hand on yours.

“Nope, Mason and I have a dudes date with Seth. Plus, I’m all golfed out from summer.” The way Josh looks at you makes you shift in your seat with the sensation that wasn’t appropriate for dinner with his parents and your son.

Dinner went better than you expected. You thanked the Anderson’s for dinner. Josh grabbed Mason in his arms and you all walked to your cars. Mason hugged Michelle before sliding into Josh’s car where Gary’s eye flashed to the car seat in the back and the sound of kids bop on the radio from the ride over. You saw it but Josh did not. Josh opened your car door and you slid in. Mason’s head already bobbing as you buckled up. Josh slid in and quickly drove off.

“So your mom is going to be a great grandma someday but I’m not sure your dad was ready for all this.” You motion to the back of the car, yourself, and then the radio which was still kids bop but turned down so you could hardly here it.”

“I think she was made for grandma mode. She asked me a million questions about Mason and you and if I was ready for all this.” Josh moved his hands in the directions you had then placed his hand in yours squeezing. “Which I so am ready, incase I haven’t proven that yet, and why do you say that about my dad? His running commentary of dinner is typical for new places.” Josh looked over at you as he rolled to stop.

“I mean his eyes just bugged out of his head when he saw the carseat and heard the music. I’m not sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t that.” Josh slides his hand down your thigh and you squeeze his fingers between your legs.

“Babe, he’s fine. He’s just...my dad...” Josh slipped his hand further up your thigh and you squirmed again in your seat. “I loved seeing you with them by the way. I love seeing the people I love most at one table. I cannot wait to take you to Toronto to show you where I grew up.” His hand starts tracing shapes up and down your thigh. The fact that Josh had a way of turning you on while talking about normal things was something you still weren’t use to. Your breath hitched and Josh’s hand stopped. “Should I stop?” Josh’s eyes flash to the rearview mirror and then to you.

“No, I just don’t know how you do it. You are having the most normal conversation about your parents and yet I’m...” You look at him then whisper. “wet.” You look back at Mason who is snoring with his head buried in door. Josh continues his absentminded finger tracing and chuckles a little.

“I kinda love that though. You make all of this so easy. We have this rhythm that I cannot explain to anyone. I was talking to Fliggy and Dubi about it the other day and they just nodded their heads in agreement. Each of them says that’s exactly how it is with their wives. That until you have it with someone you don’t even know it’s a thing.” Josh doesn’t even look over and just keeps his eyes on the road. You easily fell into the silence of the rest drive home. Josh carried Mason in and placed him in bed. You put his bag in your room and flopped on the couch in between Josh’s legs as he flips through the selections of movies.

“Um, how do I have these?” You look at movie titles you knew were not yours.

“I logged into my account.” Josh pulls you into his chest. “Less Disney...” he chuckles.

“Oh, and WHY do I have the NHL network? When did you do that?” You look up at Josh as he gave you a look.

“Um...I figured if I was hanging out here more that Mason and I needed the NHL network for bonding.” You laugh but think it’s adorable. Josh was making himself comfortable in your world and you loved it.

You didn’t get far into the movie before Josh’s hand creeped up to your collarbone and down to to your breasts. His lips ghost your lips as he breathes you in. “Wanna head to bed?” He goes to stand up and pick you up.

“Anderson, I have legs!” You pound on his chest. “Yeah, I just have longer ones...I’ll get there faster.” Josh closes your door with his foot and tosses you onto the bed. “You are so damn sexy.” Josh’s lips are immediately on you and the weight of his body is pressed against you. He moves down your neck and to your collarbones. “Like so fucking sexy.” Josh moves to remove your shirt and bra with ease. You start to unbuttoning his shirt and Josh makes his way to your breasts bringing his hand down to your pants to remove them. “I’m going to miss doing this next week.” Josh continues further down your body taking time to praise you with each movement. Your clothes thrown in the corner.

“Josh...” You inhale as he makes his way to your core. Moving a leg onto his shoulder. Josh takes his time not giving you exactly what you wanted but getting super close. You squirm again.

“You’ve been squirming all night babe.” Josh laughs while planting his lips on your folds.

“You’ve been turning me on all night J.” You reach down and run your hands through his hair as Josh jumps into action.

He slowly curls his fingers into you and sucks at your clit. “My girl is so ready for me.” Josh lifts up to look at you while you moan out his name and pull at him. “Where do you want me babe?” Josh stops again to survey your needs and moves up to your lips. Pressing into you and your let out a moan louder than you expected. Josh stops and you realize he’s listening for Mason. You pull him to you.

“He’s not waking up hun. I need you to in me please.” With that Josh slides into you pulling your leg up to wrap around him. You pull your feet into the small of his back to push Josh fully into you and he let’s out a slew of curse words laced with moans. His rhythm speeds up and you feel your orgasm rising up in you. “I love you so much.” You whisper in his ear as he hits his high with you. Riding you through he rolls over and pulls you into his chest.

“You make me the happiest man alive, (y/n)” Josh kisses you sweetly as you tangle your bodies together.

#josh anderson #josh anderson imagine #my andy man 77 #skating lessons fic

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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’cos i don’t believe in ghosts {Joe Mazzello}

1. Salem

Chapter Summary: SUPERNATURAL CREATURES AU; In which Joe (a demon) agrees to go on a ghost hunt with you (an oblivious human) in Salem because it seems like a good idea, and Lucy (a witch) also comes along because it actually seems like a terrible idea, and knows Joe’s nature far to well to leave him with you unsupervised in this sort of situation.

A/N: Concepts at play; Lucy is a witch and works with sigils and can set up telepathic links between herself and others. Joe is a demon. Gwil, Rami, and Ben, are all also supernatural creatures, but we’ll find out more about them later. Possible Lucy/Reader as well in some chapters maybe. feedback would be appreciated!!

“Text presented like this is a telepathic conversation.”

After a long day of sight seeing and interviews, all you wanted to do was flop onto your nice, comfortable hotel bed and watch tacky ghost-hunting shows. Socks and shoes off, snuggled under the covers with a waterbottle on your bedside table and the overhead lights off, you plugged in your laptop and opened up Netflix, scrolling through your recommendations. There was a surprising wealth of conspiracy theory documentaries, ghost-hunting shows, and sensationalised pieces on proof of supernatural creatures all over the world. You, of course, held your own beliefs about this sort of thing, but even though you were travelling all over America for work, and had ample days off to explore the sights that so intrigued you, you knew you were too nervous to go on your own.

Except that Salem was only half an hour away from your next tour stop, and you had a full day free while there, and yes the witch trials were awful, but part of you feels like it’s the perfect ‘first haunting’ location to visit.

“What are you watching?” On a break between interviews, it’s Joe who spots you staring at your phone, completely invested in whatever’s going on on-screen, one headphone in.

“Oh, I-” quickly, you remove the headphone, a little flustered at being caught, “it’s just Buzzfeed thing I sometimes watch.” You’d been mentally preparing yourself for going to the Witch House the following day, and had tried to go the lighthearted route of video research; somehow the duo who ran Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural managed to ease your nerves more than any straight-laced documentary would ever manage.

Joe smiles a little at that, at your sudden fluster, and he raises his eyebrows at you, moving to your other side to pick from the plate of sandwiches that had been provided for them.

“Anything interesting?” He asks, his voice surprisingly casual, and you hum for a moment, deliberating on whether or not to tell him what exactly you were watching.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, quite the opposite in fact, as assistant to the PR Manager you’d managed to form quite a solid friendship with the cast on this leg of the Press Tour for Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Depends on what you find interesting,” you give a small smile back, and Joe raises his eyebrows, perhaps in challenge, perhaps in amusement, but you conceded after only a few moments, tilting your phone to show him where the two hosts of the show were trooping towards the Witch House. “They’re, like, semi-professional paranormal investigators.” Is how you chose to describe it. Joe couldn’t hear the audio, since it was still feeding through your earphones, but his lips quirked in a grin. After a moment, the video has a close up of the taller of the two hosts, Shane, and Joe makes an indecipherable noise in the back of his throat that edges on amused.

“Salem?” He asks finally, and looks up from the phone to meet your gaze, “spooky.” He’s holding back a laugh, you just know it, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, well, it’s nearby, I thought I might check it out tomorrow.”

“Extra spooky, a little solo field trip?” He’s grinning like he’s genuinely intrigued, like he’s invested in the idea of your ghost hunt. You tip your head from side to side, deliberating for a moment, before nodding.

“I mean, you’re always welcome to tag along,” you find yourself offering, and Joe’s eyebrows rise in both surprise and amusement, “I just never pictured it as your scene.”

“If you’re offering, I’d rather come along than have you possibly get haunted on your own.”

“You’ll protect me from the ghosts?” You half smirked, and Joe snickered.

“And anything else that might be lurking in the shadows,” it sounds like a joke, and you laugh it off easily, a little bit flustered that he’d agreed to come along so easily.

By the time the cast had reset for the next interview, you were back by the PR Manager’s side, and Joe was sitting on the edge of a sofa, though his expression had gone strange, his smile a little tight.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a voice that was not his own filtering through in his mind.

"You shouldn’t play with her like that.”

“And you should know better than to be in my mind like this right before an interview.”

“What? Are you begging to be caught?”

“Are you? At least look at the camera. Anyways, she’s a fan of the supernatural.”

“She’s a fan of ghosts. You’re not a ghost, Joe, incase you forgot.”

“Yeah, I’m painfully aware of being corporeal- I’m hungry.”

“Focus. You can’t go ghost hunting with her, it’s a recipe for disaster.”

“I thought Rami would be much more likely to lecture me.”

“Rami’s not telepathic.”

“Fair point. Listen, if you’re so worried, you can come along too. It’ll be a fun little field trip, team bonding!”

Joe looks over to Lucy, whose eyes have glazed over. She’s got her hands clasped in her lap, but he can see the subtle way her index finger was tracing patterns in the air repeatedly. Though the minute he catches sight of her, Lucy’s attention snaps to Joe, and she gives an eye roll.

“Ghost hunting and team bonding don’t exactly go hand in hand, but fine.”

Joe could almost hear her sigh, despite the smile she wore, and after a beat, she chimed in again.

“You know I hate Salem.”

You’d take any opportunity to hang out with the cast, you adored them all individually, so when Lucy made mention that she’d heard you and Joe were going to Salem to do some ghost hunting, you were eager to invite her along. In fact, you’re fully intending to extend the offer to the rest of the cast, but without prompting, Lucy makes mention that the others probably wouldn’t be into it.

“Ben’s afraid of ghosts,” Joe adds, slotting himself into the conversation, and the idea alone of Ben’s weakness being the concept of ghosts is funny enough that you don’t care if it’s real or not.

But then it’s settled; you, Joe, and Lucy were going to head to Salem the following evening. You didn’t really have anything planned, you were just going to bring your camera and just go exploring, not really expecting to find anything. You’re also not quite sure if either of the cast members are going to show up, but you’d cleared the excursion with your boss, and now it was edging on twilight and you were sitting in the lobby of the hotel you were all staying at, nervously jangling the keys of one of the rental cars the studio had outfitted you all with.

But, just as the sun was sinking below the horizon, both Joe and Lucy step out from the elevator, quietly arguing with each other, though that quickly comes to an end once they spot you. Both of them smile, and you feel the relief course through you, and you lead the way to the parking garage.

“You expecting to find anything?” Joe asks during the drive, leaning forward from the back middle seat where he’d been annexed at Lucy’s insistence, while she took the front passenger seat.

“Not sure,” you replied honestly, “I don’t think I’ll catch anything on film, but I’m hoping something spooky might happen.” Laughing a little, you keep your eyes on the road, though you hear Joe snort. “What about you guys? You fans of this supernatural sort of stuff, or just along for a joy ride and to make sure I don’t get mugged while on my lonesome?”

“Honestly, can’t say I’m not a fan of a bit of supernatural shenanigans, but I’ve never held much stock in ghosts,” Joe’s voice has a surprising air of authority on the subject, and Lucy actually has to hide her laughter behind her hand.

“Just because you’ve never seen a ghost,” she snips back at him, and Joe shakes his head.

“If ghosts were real I definitely would have seen one,” he says, voice lofty, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Well maybe they just run whenever they see your face,” Lucy teases, and reaches back to pinch Joe’s cheek. You’re still laughing, but Joe’s gone quiet, contemplative. “Cheer up,” Lucy adds, “maybe tonight’s your night.” But there’s a strange quality to her voice that you can’t quite identify, and before you can even try, she reaches over to turn on the radio.

Salem is quiet as a grave. Bring the car to a stop a few blocks away from The Witch House, and it finally hits you where you are, and how strangely dark it’s already managed to get. Your grip is white knuckled on the steering wheel, and it’s all you can do to sit in silence for almost three full minutes.

“If you’re not up for this, we can go back,” Lucy’s voice is gentle, but Joe’s already unbuckling and practically pitching himself from the car.

“This place has such a weird energy, you know?” He announces, hands on his hips, looking down at the street towards the House itself.

“Are you- are you for real? Or are you taking the piss?” You call out the door that he’s left open, and he spins, grinning.

“No, I’m like, being for-real. You know in like, ah, fuck I can’t remember which movie it is, but like, the guy leans down and he touches the dirt,” Joe bends at the knee, kneeling on the soil, his fingertips brushing the ground, “and he’s like, ‘something terrible happened here’,” he grins, looking far chipper than he had any right to, given the circumstance, “you know, it’s like that.”

“Maybe we should go home,” your brow creases in concern, and you shift your grip on the steering wheel nervously. Lucy rests a hand on your shoulder, and you can feel her thumb gently brushing against your jacket, though it goes a considerable ways to calming you down.

“You’ll be fine,” Joe calls back, and his smile is bright and yet reassuring, “I was kidding; I told you ghosts aren’t real.” He hums as you unbuckle your seatbelt, “and what are they gonna do anyways? Be mostly see-through and wiggle at us? Tell us to get out? Joke’s on them, I have selective hearing and I can’t hear ghosts.”

The two of them walk either side of you, Joe with his hands in his pockets as he observes the scenery with a smile, and Lucy with her arm tucked into yours, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the palm of your hand as the two of you chatted. Neither of them really looked at you, though you were feeling relatively calm and secure. The surprise comes when you finally realise how tense and on edge Lucy was. When you ask, she gives a tight smile, and says something about how she can’t stop thinking about the atrocities committed here.

“Fair.” You agree, but try not to think about it.

“You see anything?”

“You mean anything extra spooky? No; I told you, ghosts aren’t real.”

“Joe, I know they are; I genuinely think you scare them off. Witch-spirits especially are very aware of vibes-”

“Are you saying I have bad vibes?”

“I’m saying a demon like yourself isn’t one to be messed with, and everything less than corporeal sped off the minute we arrived.”

“Was that a compliment I heard?”

“It was just a statement.”

“You think I’m spooky.”

“I think you’re going a good ways to scaring off Y/N.”

“She’s fine, she’s a champ, and it’s not like she has anything to worry about with us around, even if there was something that wasn’t scared off by my ‘bad vibes’ or whatever you called it, we could take them.”

“I still hate this place.”

“You see any old friends floating around?”

“Shut up. No.”

The tense set of Lucy’s shoulders doesn’t get better, in fact, she glances over at Joe after the two of them had been quite for a very long time, and her jaw clenches. Her grip on you gets just a little bit tighter.

“Anyone specific we’re looking for?” Joe asks out loud, as if it’s a normal conversation to have, while the three of you stood at the gate of The Witch House.

“Tituba,” Lucy answers automatically, much to your surprise, and you extract yourself from her grip gently, stepping down the stairs and into the trench where the house once was.

“You’ve done your research,” you say, a little preoccupied as you move through the space, phone camera held out in front of you.

“What about Hecuba?” Joe asks, sitting himself by the edge of the fence, while Lucy perched herself on the railing itself, the two of them sitting sentinel, like guard dogs against anything that might try it’s luck against your sweet, human soul.

“Hecuba was just a person, I think you’re thinking of Hecate;” Lucy corrects, and Joe nods, thoughtful. However, a moment passes where Lucy turns as white as a sheet, not that anyone else notices, at the idea of Hecate herself appearing in this glorified grave yard. But then again, the Goddess of Witchcraft did both adore and abhor this little town, she had no time for tourists, this Lucy knew. Even tourists with a spicy companion such as a demon.

For a few moments, they just watch you, sitting as still as possible to not interfere with your work, watching how fascinated you get with each little sound and movement. There’s nothing there, not really, but your nervous faith is so enthralling.

“You see anything?” Joe calls, and you tell him you haven’t. He repeats the question to Lucy and is met with a hum of hesitation; when he looks at her with his true sight, he sees her tracing sigils into the air, quiet, disciplined movements. To the natural eye, the sigils are invisible, but when he looks at her like this, he can see them glowing bright in precise shapes and symbols, beautiful in their own way. She’s watching you intently, and when Joe follows her gaze, he sees a translucent dome glowing around you, somehow managing to radiate ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes. Even Joe feels his skin itch just being in close proximity to it.

“No.” Lucy answers, though her hesitation had given you cause for concern, she’s quick to cover, “but it’s pitch black out here, I can’t exactly see anything.” And you have to agree.

It’s been, well, interesting to say the least. You drive back, and thank god Lucy seems to get more relaxed with each mile that you put between yourselves and that town.

“Do you plan on doing this sort of thing again?” Lucy asks as the three of you ride the elevator from the parking garage to the lobby. You hesitate for a moment.

“I mean, yeah, if I get the opportunity,” you say, a little tentatively, “you guys don’t have to come along, I can-”

“Nah, this was fun,” Joe grins, cutting you off before you can finish your sentence, your attempt to unburden them of your presence, your little side project, “now I wanna see a ghost by the time the tour’s up.”

Lucy raises her eyebrows at him. Joe shrugs helplessly, still smiling.

And you, you sweet, oblivious human, don’t know why but you feel safer knowing they’re coming along with you on your supernatural side quest.

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Legacy [ Avengers x Male Reader] Ch.3

Thank you all so much for the rebloggs and likes! Please let me know how I can improve it or if you want me to add more to it.

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A/N: I forgot to mention but the reader has Peggy's hair color but has Steve's blue eyes and his smile. this is all unedited at the moment. So I apologize. By the way this takes place before civil war but I will be adding the movie after a few chapters. And when I do who's side should he choose team cap or team iron man? Let me know please!

"Agent Hill make sure to let me know if he wakes up. We need to keep this on the down low." A deep voice said.

"Of course. The doctor said it would take a few hours till he wakes up. It seems like all of his organs are functioning along with his heart." A female voice responded back.

"To think after a few years later the same thing occured to him like it did to Steve Rogers." The man voice spoke again.

'Steve Rogers he's talking about my father. Did this man know him or what does he mean by the same thing had occured. I have to open my eyes and move to let them know I can hear them. I need to see my mother and Tony.'

"Coulson found a pair of dog tags on him around his neck it seems like he was in the Vietnamese war back in the 70s." The voice of a woman said again. I was tired of listening talk in front of me. So I decided to give it a chance and open my eyes.

I was able to open my eyes and adjust them to the light. I looked at my surroundings to find myself inside a white room. There where machines surrounding me. I was in a hospital room. I took a look at my left side to find the two people who where talking. One was a tall male who was wearing black clothing along with an eye patch and dark skin. While the other was a woman wearing similar clothing. "Where am I, how did I get here." I asked with a raspy voice.

The pair looked at one another before the girl decided to speak up first. "My name's Maria Hill i'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and this is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D Nick Fury." I sat up on the bed taking a good look at them.

'If there agents from Shield then that means i'm in good hands. They obviously know my mother though they dress differently.' I thought.

"I'm going to be straight forward and say this but [Male Reader] you've been asleep for the past fourty one years." His voice echo inside my head. I shook my head running a hand through my hair. I yanked the tubes connected to my heart and arm. I stood up from the bed and looked outside.

Everything looked different outside. There was tall buildings with tons of different commercials and Ads. Looking down I saw many people walk everywhere. Their clothes also looked different many wore bright colors while other wear suits similar to the ones Howard wears. The different cars that passed by looked nothing like the cars I once knew. People had a screen on their hands while walking. Some talked with them placing it in their ears. They where right this wasn't the New York I knew or grew up in.

"Where sorry but it has to be this way. We found your body frozen under the water. We rescued you thankfully we managed to save you." Maria said.

I glance at them before staring down at my hands. "So what am I supposed to do now, all the people I kew are probably gone. My mother is probably dead already. And from the looks of my hands it seems like I didn't age so i'm probably still twenty nine years old." I said running a hand through my face just thinking of a possibility that my mother could be dead.

"Actually we want to ask you a few questions to get to know you better. And while been frozen you don't seem to age so yes you are correct." Fury said grabbing my attention to him.

I sigh running both hands through my face. I paced back and fort with hands behind my back. "I'll tell you everything about me. My name's [Male Reader] Carter Rogers. I was known as little Rogers during the Vietnam War. I served the last five years there. I had never met my father because he disappeared before he even knew about my mother being pregnant. My mother was Peggy Carter she worked with S.H.I.E.L.D and my father was Steve Grant Rogers also known as Captain America. He went missing during world war two leaving no choice but to have my mother raise me on her own with the help of my grandparents. I grew up around headquarters. I also grew up close with Howard Stark and his family. He offered me a job and worked with him in coming up with new projects. I also worked in a Bar in the night time. I was closed with their son Tony he was like a little brother to me and he was the last person I saw along with their butler Jarvis." Both of them glance at each other before looking at me.

Nick Fury took a few steps and stood next to me his hands where behind he's back. "Listen [Male Reader] there's something you must know. The thing is your father Steve Rogers is alive but he can't know abour your existence at least not yet. We don't know how or the reason why where frozen."

"My father's alive I want to meet him please I have to see him." I pleaded placing my hands on his shoulders staring back at him. "I need to even if it's from afar please all I had was a picture of him I beg of you Furry." He glanced at Maria Hill before turning back to look at me.

"You will meet him along with the rest of the avengers and will be staying at the Stark Tower here in New York. The avengers are a group of super heroes who's always protecting our world."

'Stark Tower and super heroes. That means there's a chance I will get to see Tony again and meet my father for the first time.' I thought.

"Are you listening Rogers, you will be given a new identity so starting from this moment your name will be [Fake Name] [Fake Last Name] you said about being closed with Tony Stark. When you see him he won't know or any other person besides us do I make myself clear." I nodded.

"I understand sir."

"Very well, let's get things ready the clothes in which we found you will be return but do not wear them. I don't want them to find you suspicious."

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After Nick Furry and Maria Hill sorted out things. They returned my old clothes along with the small picture I had that day of Tony in my pocket. A tear dropped on the picture as I looked down at it. I recieved a wallet with money on it. So I placed the picture inside there unfortuanetly I lost the wrist watch that Tony had given me. They also gave me a pair of new shoes and a simple plain white shirt with some blue super tight pants appearntly they called them jeans. They also gave me a black leather jacket. While finish getting dress the people in S.H.I.E.L.D. created my new fake profile because there's smart people who can figure out that it's all false.

Agent Coulson showed me the day technology and internet which was now called Wifi. It gives you the ability to connect to the web with just a tap on the screen of a phone.

"I added Fury, agent Hill and my phone number on here incase of an emergency. The streets in New York haven't changed just a few new buildings here and there. So do you understand how a phone works." Coulson asked.

"I'm pretty smart with technology so this seems easy to handle. So you just tap the green button to answer a call and the red button to end the call correct. And you can also sent messages like sending a letter." I walked over to him showing the message word on the phone.

"That's correct but, when you sent text messages don't write them as letters just what you would say to them in person. Now come on it's time to go the files are ready. Furry informed me about your situation and let me say that i'm really honored for your time during the war in Vietnam [Male Reader] and one more thing your going to be part of the Avengers Furry thinks they could use your help."

"Thanks so i'm assuming you will keep my dog tags because it contains my real name. Your welcome Agent Coulson it was a duty I had to fullfill plus you can say I followed in his foot steps. But why would I join them if i'm nothing special just a regular human been." I answered confused as we begin to walk out of the room and into the hallways of the building.

"He thinks that you have the capability in being part of their team because your similar to your father. Your'e strong like him and its true no normal human can survive been frozen for over fourty years. Just like at it this way now you get to finally meet him in person and remember he's not supposed to know your his son till we figure out the reason why the same thing happen to you. And don't get too close with anyone either act normal as possible Furry orders."

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We got inside a black fancy car. Someone drove the car while Coulson continued to talk. I could only watch in awe out the window as we passed through the city. New York had become such a beautiful place. It was nothing compared to before so many lights and people filled the streets. Never in my life did I dream about the future. I figured I wasn't going to be able to see it. But boy was I wrong, big shopping centers where almost at every corner. The tall buildings where above more than five feet tall. Some even had a transparent mirror so you can see people working in offices. With every turn the car made it I could only continue to stare. This place sure had a lot of nice views. But what made me feel like a kid again even for a little bit was crossing the big bridge of New York.

But what made me jump out of my seat was the small burger place I used to enjoy going when I was a kid and the last time I took Tony with Jarvis. I frowned thinking about that night. From there on I sat back down on my seat and listened to everything Coulson was telling me.

The ride to Avengers compuund took approximately an hour and a half because of traffic and outside of the city. I looked out the window to see the sky cloudy and gloomy. The car entered some sort of big open space where trees stood. Big gray buildings appeared surrounding the trees. A letter A in white was drawn on the ground I watched in awe at the imagine. This was where the Avengers where staying at. There was also a lagoon or river behind the biggest building. The fresh air made me feel at ease.'This used to be an abandoned facility' I thought. The car stopped in front of the building. Coulson got out of the car first then soon I followed after. I got out of the car and closed the door after me we stood there staring at giantic building. Coulson walked away first and opened the door. He stood near it staring at me. My hands where beginning to sweat and my heart beat faster each second.

I clutched my hands in fist taking a deep breath before walking inside the compund. I followed behind Coulson inside. But when I stepped a foot inside the floors where extremely shiny the entrance was amazing all the furniture matched the walls. And the windows where taller than I was. I heard steps coming from the staircase that was nearby but didn't pay much attention yet.

"You should close your mouth or you'ill catch a fly believe me it's not pretty." Said a deep voice. I snapped my head at the voice to see a tall male wearing pants and a dark blue long shirt. He wore some sunglasses and had raven hair. In the middle of his chest he had a glowing thing that looked rectangular. "Tony Stark nice to meet you." He walked over to us and extended his hand to me.

'This is Tony, he looks older than me by now I should be way older than him not the other way around. I missed the chance of seeing him grow up and now he's all a man. You have no idea how happy I am to see you.' Forgetting about the rules I go for a hug instead of a hand shake. I feel Tony tense up not returning the hug back. "Tony your all grown up." I whispered.

"Do I know you from somewhere kid." Tony asked as I pulled away from him.

"Of course you-" Coulson sent a big glare making me rethink my words. "Of course you don't know me I just moved to New York from.... Japan." I lied remembering the information of the fake name.

"Then you didn't adjust well with Japan's culture because they don't hug at all looks like you didn't get the memo." Tony joked patting my shoulder.

"I'm [Fake Name] [Last Name] starting from today i'll be joining S.H.I.E.L.D." I said.

"Hold it right there kid if your going to join our team you can't be calling us SHIELD we are way better than they are and we are the Avengers. Unless you want to get smashed I suggest you keep that in mind."

"Right, sorry I just haven't heard much of you in Japan I apologize." I apologized before staring in awe at Tony.

"Tony will be able to guide [Fake Name] into the compund and mind showing him around so he can meet the rest of the avengers."

"Actually no I have plans with Pepper sorry you're going to have to ask Cap or Wanda heck even Vision will it was nice meeting you [Fake Name]." He waved goodbye and left the building without looking back.

"Don't mind him he's always like that with new team members. Furry informed me about you joining our team welcome to the Avengers Compound i'm Steve Rogers it's a pleasure to meet you [Fake Name]." Steve no father said walking to my direction. My father is standing before my very own eyes. My eyes widen at the resembles that I share with him. He was about the same height with a nice tone body similar to the picture mother had in her office. Except of course he was younger back then but still he hasn't changed a bit. The big hero everyone talked about back then was standing right there in front of me. I was frozen in place my mouth half open but no words seem to come out of it. I wanted to run and hug him, to tell him that i'm his son that I was creates by the love him and my mother had. That I was proud of having a father like him. But what if I did would I make him proud or just plain out disappoint him. Maybe this is a second chance at getting to know America's hero. After what felt like forever to me I had the courage to finally speak to him. Coulson nudge from behind and pushed me a bit forward to shake my father's hand.

"M-My na'name's [Male]- I mean [Fake Name] [Fake Last Name] it's a big honor to be part of your team. Thank you for welcoming me." We shook hands with one another.

"Agent coulson I got this from here i'll be showing him around and prestening the ones left. Should we come on there's people I would like you to meet." Steve said. I walked next to him and followed furthure inside the building. Coulson made his way back to the car driving away.

The furthure we walked inside the more my eyes continued to explore something new. Inside they had tons of different rooms along with an elevator that gets you to any floor of the building. The kitchen was average but bigger than my kitchen back home. While we walked together I couldn't help but admire him. I couldn't take my eyes from drifting to him. I felt like a kid who's just moved in to a new house with their dad and is showing him around.

"Your room is this one next to mine if you need anything please don't hesitate to ask. It seems that no one is in here besides us so later I will introduce you to everyone. By the way have I seen you before your face looks a bit familiar to me." He said patting my shoulder as he passed by me.

"Thanks for showing me the place it sure is going to take a lot to get used to a place so big with technology. But no actually we have never met before till now I used to live in Japan so i'm not well aware yet of everyone from the team. But I get that a lot and no need to worry Mr. Rogers I will come to you for help if needed."

"Just call me Steve or Cap see you around new guy." I nodded and watched as he walked a few steps away and went to his room.

'Ma I finally met my father and he's such an incredible person.I just hate that i'm lying to him but one day he will know the truth about me.' I thought to myself before walking inside my new room. But what I didn't know was that the truth was going to be reveal sooner than I thought it would.

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