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pixieungerstories · 5 years

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Housemates - 4

Thea was watching his friends carry furniture up to the attic. He was keeping out of the way. Kogan and Bazur and Derick and Tristan had the carrying thing down. The dresser and a desk had already been manhandled up the stairs. The one that was giving Thea some pause was that he could tell that Vinny’s mattress was not going to fit up the stairs.

He thought about that as he climbed up the outside of the back of the house and started building a winch system for raising the big stuff to the third story windows. Thea might have bulk from his spider half, but his human half wasn’t muscular. He was used to watching construction workers wanting to do things by brute force when there were safer and more efficient options for anyone who would stop and think for a moment.

Once he was set up, he cornered JJ and the two of them snuck the mattress around to the back of the house. Thea got it set up with lifting straps and then sent JJ up to the third floor to open the windows. From there it was all about mechanical advantage to get the mattress up the outside of the building. Thea carefully maneuvered it in through the windows. He managed to get it in and disengage the webbing he had made for lifting before he realized Vinny was watching him.

“Um, it’s wrapped in plastic. I was careful not to leave any web residue on it.”

She smiled, “Thank you, Thea.”

He nodded awkwardly, then climbed out the window to dismantle the winch system he had made.

Awkward became his go to word for the next few days. Driders weren’t naturally social. This coupled with working in a male dominated field left him completely unprepared to talk to her. While the others would ask her about her day and find ways to include her in the conversation, Thea went completely tongue tied around her. The food was awesome. The house was clean. Life was better with her here.

And it wasn’t even that she was doing all the cleaning. She was very clear. They got two hours of her time each day. She could either spend that meal planning, shopping for groceries, and cooking. Or she could spend it cleaning the kitchen. It was entirely up to them what she spent her time on. But if the kitchen wasn’t clean when she sat down to menu plan, or cook, or left the house to go buy food, she would do that instead. Occasionally, she would trade shopping time to any of them in exchange for doing other chores. Kogan regularly negotiated for her to clean the bathroom as he went out with the list. Derick hated the vacuum, so he worked out something similar.

Thea was very impressed that she managed to get them to do their chores without resorting to shame or nagging.

“There are underwear on the floor of the bathroom.”

Tristan got up from the couch to go deal with that. But it was a simple statement of fact. No accusations, no comments about them being disgusting. Merely, they are on the floor. She was like that. “There aren’t any clean glasses,” to remind who ever was on dish duty to fix that. And she wouldn’t nag.

Kevin had cost them a dinner once, learning that she didn’t nag. She came home from work at 5 and sent out a group text message that the kitchen wasn’t ready for her to cook. Then she planned dinner, went out and bought groceries. When she came back the kitchen still wasn’t ready for her to cook. So she put the groceries in the fridge and cleaned the kitchen.

Then she handed the recipe to Bazur and went out for supper with her friend.

The guys had a discussion about how Kevin had been home all day to clean the kitchen. In the end, he bought pizza for everyone.

The next day, since she didn’t have to menu plan or shop, she vacuumed the floors.

She was definitely working the agreed upon hours. It was just that the house was a bigger job than they realized.

And now it was Friday night. They were eating steak and mushrooms, green beans and risotto. Vinny cleared her throat. They all froze and looked at her.

“I understand you are all busy, but I made a list of maintenance that hasn’t been done on the house. How is that sort of thing handled?”

Bazur cleared his throat, “What kind of maintenance?”

Vinny shrugged, “The gutters need to be cleaned. The carpets could really do with a steam clean. The windows need the outside cleaned. There is dust matted on the walls, they need to be cleaned. Some of the grout in the bathrooms needs to be repaired before you get mould. The hardwood floors need to be waxed at the very least. I’m too short to check the batteries in the smoke detectors, but someone should. You know. The kind of stuff that needs to be done every few months.

In the end, they agreed to spend part of Saturday afternoon with everyone pitching in for a few hours. Vinny said that if they were all working on the house, she would too, but it wasn’t stuff she could do on her own.

That is how Thea ended up cleaning the gutters. Bazur was doing the windows on the main floor, but Thea was in charge of the upper floors. Kevin was washing walls. Kogan was running the rented carpet cleaner. Derick was re grouting the bathrooms and Tristan was using a restorer on the hardwood floors.

About the time that Thea was washing the windows, Vinny started washing the same window, but on the inside. That way she could point out streaks he might have missed. He was about to go on to the second window when she opened the first one.

“Can you tell me where I miss too? It’s hard to see from this close to the window.”

Thea nodded, but spent the rest of the afternoon pointing out where Vinny had missed. He wanted to just hide in his room and die. He was pretty sure that girls didn’t respond well to constantly pointing out their mistakes. They did her room last. For Bazur’s room and hers she needed to go up and down the step stool to get the top half of the windows.

Vinny was decidedly out of breath and a little sweaty by the time they finished. She headed to her shower. Thea went to his room. Kevin was sitting in the corner.

“What’s up?” Thea asked softly.

Kevin cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to not be an asshole around her.”

Thea nodded. “I never know what to say.”

“I wasn’t trying to piss her off by leaving a mess in the kitchen. I just lost track of it. And I didn’t get the text until it was too late.”

Thea frowned, “Really? Because if any of us where going to test the boundaries-”

“I know! And I did. But not like that.”

Thea felt a little worried about that. “What did you do?”

“I hid in her room. I wanted to know if she could spot me. She didn’t. But I over heard her talking to someone named Jenn about how she wasn’t sure this was going to work. That she wasn’t cut out to be the house mom to the lost boys.”

“Was that before or after you skipped dish duty?”

Kevin didn’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door and Kevin was instantly a side table.

“Come in.”

It was Vinny, “Thea? Is there something you need to tell me?”

He panicked. His brain completely blanked except for an overwhelming sense of dread.

She sighed and closed the door. “I get the feeling that you don’t actually like me all that much. Is it something I did?”

Aw hell! He was cornered in his own room there was nowhere to run.

And Kevin was snickering too softly for her to hear.

“Um... You are fine. I like you. I mean, I don’t like you but you, um, make really good cannoli. Uh… yeah, so… um.” He wasn’t helping. Her eyebrows had done that thing where they tense up over her nose. No quite a frown but just a forehead frown. “Are you mad at me?”

She shook her head slowly. “I’m old enough to know that not everyone is going to like me. But you never even say hi.”

Thea looked at the floor. “I’m not good at people. Um. Girls. Um… Women! I just…. Yeah. Ugh. Way to be coherent, Thea.”

Now she cocked her head a little and asked, “Did you mean to say that last bit out loud?”

Thea replayed what he had just said. Then he panicked and ran up the wall to hide in his nest in the top corner of the room.

Eventually, they all went to eat at the pub where Derick worked. Vinny sat next to him and they laughed and chatted and she took his advice on what to order. Derick waved as he headed to the back room to start his shift. Kogan leaned over and nudge Thea, “You are staring lad. It’s a little rude.”

Thea ducked his head. Kogan clapped him on the back. “C’mon. Let’s head home.”

“I don’t know how to talk to her, Kogan.”

“Just talk to her the way you talk to me.” Kogan said as they headed out to the van that had been retrofitted to carry a drider.

“But she isn’t you.” Thea said.

Kogan snorted, “Right. I aint that purty.” He exaggerated the mispronunciation to make his point.

Thea cringed, “Yeah,” he admitted.

Kogan gave him a long look, “Shit, son, you got get past that. We can’t run off another one.”

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liamakorn · 6 years

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Spoopy Love

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Ghost-Hunter AU)

Warnings: None. It’s a fluff fest y’all. Seriously, hand me Peter Parker, and watch my heart explode.

Words: 5,092

A/N: GUYS!!! I had so much fun writing this, you have no idea. Somehow, it turned into a Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, and I aint even mad lol. This is for the August AU Writing Challenge by @after-avenging-hours . Hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did, our smol awkward boy deserves all the love!

I tried to keep it as short as I could, lol, but uh....I think I failed. Sorry XP

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“I am so not going in there.”

A small whine that sounded vaguely like your name left his lips, brunette curls shifting in the small autumn breeze.

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Glancing at Peter, you must’ve made a face, because now he was chuckling, bumping your shoulder lightly with his own. A small, handheld camera hung by a cord on his wrist, swaying to and fro with every movement.

You focused your gaze on the house in front of you, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. It was cold, the sun was setting, and you really didn’t want to be here. How you’d managed to let him drag you on this “adventure”, you’ll never know. Oh, wait, that’s right, he’d flashed those puppy dog eyes and you’d just melted.

However, this was a little beyond your comfort zone. The house was huge, three stories in all. But what it had in grandeur was ruined by the state of the building itself; exposed wood paneling, the rotted porch with hardly a pillar left, shutters barely clinging to their windows. God, you could smell the mold from here. You noticed a few rats dart beneath the cracked walls and nearly fainted.

After another nudge, Peter finally grabbed your attention, pouting at your expression.

“Oh c’mooon! We’re about to catch the only known footage of Eliza Cartwright’s ghost! Aren’t you at least a little excited?”

Allowing yourself one last sigh, you managed a nervous smile, readjusting the heavy bag slung across your shoulder.

“This is a health and safety hazard.”

Somehow, you put one foot in front of the other, forcing your steps closer to the hell hole you were about to spend the majority of your night in. After a few seconds, you noticed Peter wasn’t following, glancing back with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, c’mon, Dimples. This ghost aint gonna catch itself!”

The crooked grin you received was worth every discomfort this house could throw at you.

It’s not like you didn’t want to believe in ghosts. You would’ve loved to have had the same enthusiasm for the supernatural that seemed to flow through Peter every time someone uttered the word “haunted”. It just seemed like there was always a more logical explanation, an answer that made more sense than the supposed “paranormal activity”. Banging in the walls? Faulty pipes. Scratching noises and flickering lights? Mice. Doors closing by themselves? Wind.

Yet, somehow, you ended up a moderator on Peter Parker’s ghost hunting blog, staring up at a dusty old house, on a Saturday. Life sure did have a sense of humor.

Stepping through the creaky front door, you were met with a wall of what could only be described as old people smell, kicked up to eleven. You couldn’t help but cough, taking stock of your surroundings. Dust hung in the air, catching the last few beams of sunlight creeping through the slats of decaying boards, which were haphazardly secured to the windows with rusty nails. The walls were nothing special, decades old paint flaking from the plaster, faded and worn from years of neglect.

The furniture was coated with a thick layer of dust and dirt, making it nearly impossible to discern what color each item had originally been. The cushions seemed to be missing; you counted that as a blessing. Who knows what would’ve been living in there.

A sudden achoo! startled you from your thoughts, shattering the silence of the otherwise abandoned house. Spinning on your heel, you just caught Peter’s wince, the brunette lifting the camera as you pressed your hand to your chest.

“Give me frickin heart attack, why don't’cha?”

His smirk was almost shy as he apologized, chuckling when you lightheartedly shoved his shoulder. You plopped your bag onto the couch, a cloud of dust kicking back into your face. You dug around for your own camera, hiding your face from view and trying to calm your blush. Jesus, how had he wormed his way under your skin so easily? You’d only known each other for a few months, having become fast friends after you’d transferred to his high school at the very end of the year. It was an odd experience, walking into this new school the first day and having Peter and Ned bombard you with greetings.

One minute you were the weirdo loner girl who couldn’t keep up with the new curriculum because she’d moved in fricken June, and the next, you had two amazing friends who actually wanted to hang out with you. Hell, it was that first day of school where Peter had nervously approached you and asked if you wanted to come with him to check out this stupid house in the first place.

You’d been inclined to say no, but after looking at his expression...you just couldn’t. He’d sounded almost scared, like you would make fun of him or something. Well, needless to say, you’d caved, and here you were, the day before Halloween, hunting a ghost. And, despite your best efforts, enjoying yourself.

Heaving out a sigh, steeling yourself, you turned to face Peter, unable to keep the smile from your face at his fascinated gaze raking the dilapidated living room.

“You ready, Parker?”

An excited grin stretched his features, brown eyes sparkling in the dim beam of your flashlight. His enthusiasm was contagious, and you soon found yourself just as impatient to explore as he was. Attaching a go-pro to the side your head, you noticed Peter staring at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He quickly averted his gaze, clearing his throat and fiddling with the camera. You could’ve sworn you saw pink dusting his cheeks.

As happy as seeing Peter this excited made you, that was quickly dwindled by the borderline dangerous nature of your surroundings. Everything was either rusty, dusty, moldy, or all of the above. You noted the exposed wood of the walls, some of the panels rotted away completely, other rooms visible in some places. Meanwhile, your companion continued to monologue, recounting on camera the details of a grisly death.

“The first spirit we’ll be covering is Christopher Requaitt. He came from the incredibly small town of Seboeis, Maine, and had a relatively poor upbringing. And yet, somehow, he managed to graduate at the top of his class, earning him a job in the household of one James Cartwright. It was rumored that he had been working off a debt to Cartwright, and that, after it was paid, he was hired full time due to his incredible culinary ability. However, these claims were never officially documented.”

You hardly realized you’d stopped scanning your surroundings, completely enraptured by the way Peter’s lips moved as he recounted the tale. Even as you started fiddling with various settings and EMF machines, you kept an ear on him, glancing up every once in awhile, enthralled by the story he was telling. Although you were a skeptic, it was hard not to be interested in the lives of people before you, hearing their history sending a shiver down your spine.

Peter continued, the confident edge to his voice catching you by surprise.

“One night, Cartwright’s wife, Cheryl, became incredibly sick. It would soon be known that she was pregnant with her first, and only, child; but, at the time, she claimed to have food poisoning, contracted from undercooked chicken. Due to Requaitt’s incredible reputation and skill, many have speculated that the accusation was meant to get Christopher fired. She had made her distaste for the cook obvious, never missing a chance to denounce him to her friends and acquaintances.

It is widely believed, by both residents and historians, that James and Christopher had been in the midst of an affair, an incredibly taboo subject at the time. Cheryl, either jealous or afraid for their reputation, might have wanted to take drastic action to halt their activities. Although he was saddened by it, Cartwright had no choice but to fire the cook. Finding himself wracked with woebegone, Chris-”

A snort escaped your lips, earning a playfully annoyed look from Peter. You coughed, trying to disguise your giggles behind your hand. He raised an eyebrow, directing the camera at you, catching your amused expression.

“Something wrong, munchkin?”

You chuckled again, shaking your head.

“Nope, nothing, I’m good. Please, continue.”

Rolling his eyes, he readjusted the camera, a soft smile on his face.

“Anyway. Finding himself wracked in woebegone-”

He stared directly at you as he emphasized the word, setting off a new round of giggles, prompting a wider grin to stretch his lips.

“-Christopher found he couldn’t live with James’ decision, stuffing his face in the deep frying, killing himself and burning his face off before they could make him leave.”

“Christ, Parker!”

He halted, furrowing his brows in bemused confusion. You tried for an aggravated expression, only just managing a mildly miffed look before a smile broke out.

“Could you be a bit more blunt?”

He chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks even as he shrugged.

“What? That’s what happened, what d’you want me to say?”

You released a huff of air.

“I dunno, Pete, just...you can’t speak ill of the dead, man, that’s like, rule number one in the ghosty handbook.”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up, an amused smirk on his lips.

“Oh, there’s a handbook now? Miss (Y/N) ‘I’m sure it was just the wind’ (L/N)?”

A flurry of giggles interrupted your sentence, covering your mouth to try and contain them. “I’m just saying, have a little respect, Parker!”

A victorious grin stretched his features, your heart skipping a beat when he let out the cutest laugh you’d ever heard.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Should I mention the fact that the only way they could identify him was by his clothing, because his features had melted together-”

You faked a disgusted face, covering your ears. His snickering sent a warm feeling dancing in your chest, the smile on your face lingering even as your chuckles died. You admired him for a moment, the crinkles in the corner of his eyes, dimples fully on display with his wide grin. Even in the dim beam of your flashlight, shadows dancing across his features; god, he was breathtaking.

After a few seconds, Peter cleared his throat, a touch of shyness flashing across his face.

“You, uh, you alright there, munchkin?”

Snapping out of your daze, you nodded, fiddling with the EMF meter at your belt.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s move on. You mentioned a little girl?”

That familiar sparkle returned to his eye, gripping your wrist suddenly and practically dragging you up the creaking staircase. You fought a laugh, heart pounding at his touch, no matter how minor. You really needed to get a grip on your crush.

You ended up in yet another dusty room, covered wall to wall in what was once a pale pink, but had faded to grey over time. The same confident tone as before overtook his voice, face stone serious as he began his spiel about the area’s most popular spirit.

“Here we are in the bedroom of James Cartwright’s six-year-old daughter, Eliza. She was born barely a year after the death of Christopher Requaitt, leading the residents of the town to question Requaitt’s death. Though nothing came of it legally, gossip and rumors of the supposed affair between Cartwright and Requaitt resulted in Cheryl’s eventual suicide, leaving James with Eliza when she was only four. Tragedy would strike again two years later, when Valerie Peridot would witness one of the many supernatural occurrences in the home. Only, unlike the others, this one was fatal.

“Peridot was the most recent in a long line of women James Cartwright dated after his wife’s death. She had only been dating him for three months before moving in, treating Eliza like her own daughter. But, as she entered the little girl’s room, she was startled to find the large window open, the child standing on the balcony railing and speaking to someone Valerie was unable to see. She seemed upset, screaming at the unseen figure to go away. When Valerie opened her mouth to scold her, Eliza jolted, as if she was pushed, flying from the third-floor balcony to the asphalt below”

Your eyebrows shot up, catching Peter’s attention for a brief second. The crooked half smile he sent your way was enough to catch your breath, hoping to any god out there that he didn’t notice.

“After Eliza’s death, Peridot was obviously suspected, her story of an unseen man shoving the girl out a window seeming preposterous. However, diary entries were found of Eliza’s, mentioning an imaginary friend named “Krissy". Law enforcement thought nothing of it, but spectral enthusiasts disagreed. It was speculated that perhaps “Krissy" was actually the ghost of Christopher Requaitt, enacting his revenge of what was the product of his demise. Eliza mentioned Krissy’s distaste for her family, specifically her mother. Even after her death, the spirit had apparently denounced Cheryl to the young girl, trying to convince her to “remind her father of his sins”. While these claims are somewhat far fetched, is it impossible to believe that Requaitt, heartbroken and betrayed by his lover, would seek retribution in the way of Eliza’s death?”

Peter glanced at you again, tilting his head slightly in question.

“Are you cold?”

You furrowed your brows, confused for a moment. You hadn’t even noticed your own arms encircling your torso, goosebumps rising on your bare arms, too engrossed in his story. Shrugging, you tried rubbing your palms together, the temporary warmth doing nothing to soothe the chill.

“I’m fine. Just a bit chilly is all, let’s keep moving.”

After a few seconds, he nodded, but not before shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“We’ll only be a few more minutes. Just wanna use the spirit box and then we can head out.”

He lead the way towards a narrow hallway, just missing your intense blush. You tailed him, whining slightly.

“Can we not? I fucking hate that thing.”

He snickered, glancing back at you briefly; your heart fluttered at his bashful smile, slipping your arms into the sleeves of his coat. The fabric completely obscured your hands, filling you with a warmth that rivaled the pink on your cheeks.

Leading into the maid’s quarters was a rundown hallway, barely any plaster left on the walls. This area of the house seemed...moister than the rest, a distant leak echoing around the space. It sent shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Well....this is ominous.”

Peter laughed, pointing the camera at you once again.

“You scared, Munchkin?”

You lightheartedly shoved him, shaking your head. It was getting increasingly difficult to be annoyed when he flashed those stupid dimples. Peter began setting up the camera against a far wall, pulling out a small black gadget, explaining the mechanism simultaneously.

“So for those of you not familiar, what we’re about to use is called a Spirit Box. It uses radio frequency sweeps to generate white noise, which theories suggest give some entities the energy they need to be heard. When this occurs you will sometimes hear voices or sounds coming through the static in an attempt to communicate. It basically scans radio stations super fast to give the ghost a chance to roast us.”

Your chuckle is quickly cut off by a wince, plugging your ears to drown out the loud shrill given off by the hell box. After a few seconds of garbled syllables and static, you managed to catch what could’ve been either “starry" or “sorry". You decided on the latter.

“Sorry? For what?”

Peter shrugged.

“Maybe it’s sorry about the house?”

You snorted, trying to contain your giggles.

“Man, it should be sorry, this is a fuckin’ mess.”

Peter had the gall to look offended.

“Hey! Be respectful.”

That set off another fit of giggles, followed by a sarcastic tone,

“Oh, now you care about respect? Besides, what’s a pissy ghost gonna do?”

A sudden smirk found its way onto your lips.

“Ooh, maybe it’ll follow you hooome-”

He shoved you lightly, laughing nervously.

“Shut up! That’s not funny!”

You just giggled, vaguely paying attention to the spirit box. You could’ve sworn you heard something akin to, ‘I don’t want to go’, but you couldn’t be too sure.

After another few seconds of unintelligible nonsense, Peter sighed, switching the device off. Trying to hide his disappointed expression, he fixed the camera on his face, a small smile adorning his features. You began to pack up your equipment while he vlogged his outro.

“Alas, dear viewers, it seems that, while paranormal activity does reside in these walls, we weren’t able to catch much of anything tonight. Until next time, where we take a road trip to the Lizzie Borden Murder Hou-”

All of a sudden, a loud bang! followed by several shuffling sounds echoed from somewhere above you, startling the both of you nearly to death. Peter practically dropped the camera, eyes wide in what could’ve either been excitement or fear. Probably a little bit of both.

“What was that?!”

Your first instinct was that someone else had the same idea as you. Or a homeless man was squatting there. Or a wolf was hungry and craved the flesh from your bones. While some more far-fetched than others, none of those options seemed incredibly appealing.

You tugged Peter’s arm, trying to nudge him towards the exit.

“C’mon, Pete, let’s get outta here-"

Just as you said that, the shuffling got louder, swooping past your face and right past a terrified Peter. As the bird settled on an ancient chair, the two of you stayed silent for what felt like ages. Until the dam cracked, and the giggles you were trying to keep back came spilling out from your lips. When the terror had finally subsided, Peter chuckled a bit too, clutching his heart and leaning against the wall.

The giggles didn’t stop. Forgetting yourself, you’d stopped checking your surroundings, completely focused on Peter for most of the night. So, it’d be just your luck that you’d step right onto a spot of water damaged flooring behind you.

Good news? You’d found the source of that dripping noise. Bad news? Your foot went straight through it, sending you crashing down, banging your head on the wooden paneling. You might’ve heard Peter yell out, but your brain was swimming too much to notice, a ringing settling in your ears. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear your foggy senses, only to notice the intense pain shooting up your leg. It was like somebody had taken your ankle and bashed it against a rock a few times. You were almost sure it was broken. You just hoped to god you weren't cut anywhere. The last thing you needed right now was tetanus.

After a few seconds of confused blinking, the rapidly spinning room finally came to a halt; coherent enough to notice your surroundings, Peter came into view, a worried look etched into his expression. His eyes were almost teary as he fussed over you.

Grabbing his hand, you tried your best at smiling, only managing a grimace as your head throbbed. His eyes snapped to yours, squeezing your hand a little too tightly, his free hand checking your head as lightly as he could. When it grazed over the welt right at the top of your forehead, you winced, relieved when he pulled his hand back to cradle your cheek instead.

“Okay, okay okay okay, you’re okay. Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

Blinking a few more times for good measure, you nodded, soothing some of the panic in his eyes. Slowly, as gently as he possibly could, Peter supported your upper back and waist, lifting you to a sitting position, jostling your leg as little as possible. Even then, you let out a slight whimper. The nausea hit you all at once, forcing you to grip Peter’s arm until the room stopped spinning. Although you could barely pay attention to anything but your swimming senses, Peter continued to mumble out loud; whether it was to calm himself or you was unclear.

“God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I was stupid to make you come with me, I should’ve just taken you to get some damned coffee like a normal person, now you’re hurt and it’s my fault, Jesus I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“Peter.”

He stopped altogether, eyes wide and terrified. Giving him another, more convincing smile, you sniffled, wiping your face on the sleeve of his jacket that you were still wearing. Taking stock of your leg, you couldn’t see or feel many splinters or cuts, which was a plus. However, your ankle didn’t seem to be faring as well, the throbbing having only worsened as the minutes rolled by. Getting it out of the rotted floor was definitely a priority.

“Alright...okay, Peter. We need to get my leg out, yeah? I’m gonna need your help.”

Peter nodded, visibly swallowing, clenching your hand to the point where it almost hurt. He reached down, careful not to impale himself on the cracked wood, and began to clear as much of the debris as he could. Although the thought of shifting your leg was nauseating, you tried to help as much as you could, knocking splinters away so there was a clear passage you could slip your foot through.

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Peter’s arm, cautiously lifting your foot out of the floor. Even that minor jostling sent stabs of pain up your leg, an unintentional cry escaping your lips. Peter tried his best to make the endeavor as painless as possible, supporting your leg and back, moving anything that could bump into the injury. You saw his pained expression at your cry, brows furrowed in worry.

Eventually, you managed to free your ankle, a sigh of relief escaping your chest. You hadn't even noticed you were holding your breath. Once able to shift without feeling like you were going to die, you released Peter’s arm, wincing at the red marks you’d left. He barely seemed to notice, cradling your ankle to assess the damage.

Despite the awful situation, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Cheeks flushed, jaw flexing every few seconds, a nervous tick you’d noticed over the past few months. His eyes were trained on you the whole time, a softness to his gaze that sent your heart racing a mile a minute.

Hesitantly, you reached up, tracing his cheekbone with your fingertips. His eyes snapped to yours, the blush you earned filling you with satisfaction. You had no idea where this sudden confidence came from, and you were sure it wouldn’t last. Still, you couldn’t help but make the most of it.

Your voice was barely audible when you whispered,

“You’re so pretty…”

If you thought he’d been red before. Oh boy. Now he was like a tomato, a shy smile stretching his lips before he could stop it. Catching your gaze briefly, Peter chuckled, continuing his examination of your ankle.

“You probably have a concussion. We should get you out of here.”

Giggling, you couldn’t help the fond look you gave him, a dopey grin on your face.

“You’re taking me out? Like, on a date?”

He grinned fully, 50 shades of pink, standing to help you up.

“Alright, you definitely have a concussion. C’mon, let’s go.”

Gripping his hands, you allowed Peter to lift you to your feet, shocked by his strength. Careful not to lean on your bad leg, you hardly noticed when you began to fall, the room suddenly spinning. Peter caught you by the waist, keeping his hold on you until you could focus on anything but keeping your balance.

The both of you were barely an inch apart, your head the perfect height to lay against his chest. Which is exactly what you did, sighing as your senses began to return to normal. You could just about hear his heartbeat, thumping rapidly against his sternum.

God, you must’ve had a concussion. Or some sort of permanent brain damage. There’s no way you’d be acting like this in your right mind. Peter didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning his chin gently against your hair. It was so calming, you almost forgot about your ankle entirely, letting it droop to the floor absentmindedly.

Immediately on contact, you yelped, clutching Peter’s shirt in a vice grip. He sighed, keeping his arm circled around your waist to support you, becoming your crutch and letting you lean practically all of your weight onto him. Still, he didn’t complain, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Alright, Munchkin, let’s get outta here.”

When you showed up to his apartment, banged up from your adventures, May practically forced you into a cab, taking you to the nearest hospital to be checked up on. You didn’t end up having a concussion, thankfully, just some minor bruises and a sprained ankle, as well as a tetanus shot for good measure. You did, however, get what felt like an eternity of a scolding from Peter’s aunt. Which, to be fair, was incredibly valid. What had possessed the two of you to go to an abandoned ass house, on the night before Halloween, by yourselves, was completely beyond you.

You found it hard to be upset though, laying on Peter’s bed, watching him set up a pillow and blanket on his floor. It was far too late to go home, so you’d convinced May to let you stay for the night. You sighed again, pouting at Peter.

“You really don’t have to sleep on the floor, Dimples. It’s your bed, I can take the couc-"

He paused his activities, a tired smile on his face.

“Are you kidding? You think my injured friend is gonna sleep on the couch? We found that thing on the curb, you’d end up with god knows what.”

He wandered over, fussing for the millionth time with your pillows and blankets, making sure you were comfortable. You rolled your eyes, groaning.

“You’re acting like I’m on my deathbed. A little fall isn’t gonna kill me, Pete.”

He just chuckled, and, after a few seconds hesitation, brushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“I know, I know. Just...let me take care of you, ‘kay?”

A heavy blush settled on your cheeks, rendered speechless by his sudden shift in demeanor. Wordlessly, you nodded, biting your lip to keep the smile off your face. His eyes caught the movement, focusing on your mouth for a few seconds before falling to his hands. Slowly, almost cautiously, he sat at the edge of the mattress, brows furrowing. As if he was thinking about what to say next.

“Listen…(Y/N)... I wanted to tell you something. And I’m not...well, I’m not exactly sure how to say it, but I feel like this is a good time, because realistically, I know you’ll be fine, but if you’d really gotten hurt in there, I don’t know what I would’ve done, I just-"

He cut himself off, keeping his gaze locked firmly in his lap. Finally, he seemed to focus, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“I asked you to come with me on my stupid ghost hunting trip because, well, you’re just-”

Another deep breath.

“You’re kinda, sorta, basically always on my mind. And I wanted to hang out- well not ‘hang out’ but, I wanted to, y’know, ask you out, but I couldn’t find the words, and now you’re hurt and I-"

He kept rambling, but you barely heard it, too focused in on his confession to notice anything else.

Peter likes you.

Jesus, everything made so much sense now! How shy he was, how timid he’d been asking you to go with him. He wasn’t just asking to hang out. He was asking you on a date. Butterflies filled your stomach, a warm feeling settling in your chest. You couldn’t keep the grin from your lips if you tried. Peter likes you. Peter likes you.

Noticing your expression, he finally stopped ranting, an almost terrified look in his eyes. Clearing your throat slightly, you averted your gaze, mumbling softly.

“I, uh, I like you too Peter.”

His expression was almost comical. Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar.

“W-what?”

You giggled, an affectionate grin on your face.

“I said, I like you too, you doofus.”

He visibly relaxed, features softening into a sweet smile.

“Oh.”

You both sat there, the silence of his bedroom settling over you like a blanket. You must’ve looked like idiots, sitting amongst his Star Wars sheets with lovestruck expressions, glancing at each other from the corner of your eyes. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat, blush never fading.

“So, um...do you, I mean, there’s a movie next week, would you maybe, uh, I dunno, um-"

“I’d love to, Peter.”

His smile widened even more, brown eyes sparkling as he nodded.

“Okay. Okay, good. So, uh...we should probably get some sleep.”

Peter moved to stand up, but stopped himself. After a few seconds of hesitation, he leaned over, gently pressing his lips to your bruised forehead. As he pulled away, you gripped his wrist, eyes fluttering shut to savour the moment. You were here. This was real. You felt his light breaths across your face, nose practically brushing yours. A breathy giggle escaped your lips, opening your eyes to see Peter already staring at you. You could see every small detail in gaze, golden flakes scattered in their chocolate depths. You kept your voice hushed, scared to shatter the moment between the two of you.

“Can you lay by me? Just until I fall asleep?”

His smile could rival the sun in its brilliance. A thrill went through you as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Alright.”

Careful not to touch your ankle, Peter climbed beneath the covers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your head rested against his chest, steady heartbeat a little too quick to be casual. You smirked.

“You nervous, Parker?”

He chuckled, squeezing you in a hug.

“Shut up, Munchkin.”

God, you didn’t think you’d ever stop smiling. Closing your eyes, you breathed out a sigh of content. A year ago today, you never would’ve imagined you’d be here. A new school, ghost hunting blog, and sprained ankle later, and here you were, cuddling with the guy of your dreams.

Things were finally looking up.

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the-fiction-witch · 6 years

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Last Lover

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: CUTE + SMUTTYISH

Part 1: Last Night

Part 2: Last Debts

Part 3: Last dollar and eighty eight

PART 4: Last Name

Y/N POV:

I woke to sun hitting me right in the eyes though a open window I think I dont know I cant see so I groan snuggling closer to Whitey’s chest and sighing happily feeling his warm chest under me and his arm around me I woke up a little more when both me and whitey seemed to move but I dont think it was either of us quickly followed by a deep voice going “Hey Whitey! Wake up already boy” I heard the sheriff

“i got it sheriff” I groan sleepily picking my head up seeing him in the open door way and giving whitey’s chest a few sweet kisses causing him to groan and move as I kiss up to his face “Whitey” I whisper between kisses around his neck his head turns to capture my lips in a sweet rather lusty kiss making me giggle as he pulled away to kiss again moving his lips against mine “Whitey come on get up” I tell him but he keeps trying to kiss me

“Ummm Do I have to?” He groans

“Yes you do” I giggle giving him some more sweet little kisses

“Umm Before I wake up properly can maybe we you know...do what we where talkin’ bout last night” he smirks “you know a little sexy time” He smirks “Maybe wake me with a little...suck?” He smirks

“Whitey the sheriffs here to see ya, he’s at the door” I giggle

“does he look mad?” He groans

“Kinda” I giggle

“Alright... go Tell Him I’ll be there in a minuet...and maybe we can get back to what we where up too hey” He smirks his hands grabbing my arse hard trying to convince me

“he’s here now like in the room with us whitey” I giggle

“Oh god I’m sorry sheriff had no idea you where here” he says sitting up still keeping me in his arms at last opening his eyes and starting to wake up more

“Yeah...Whitey get up we got work to do” He says

“What work... It’s Saturday isn't it my day off?” he groans

“Yeah, but i got Mr ward in the cells and the new preacher just got here so... you need to protect the guy from the ladies ripping him apart, show him around and all” the sheriff explains

“Alright, I’ll go in a bit” Whitey sighs

“No whitey now, I left you out of my site for five minuets you two will be going at it” the sheriff sighs so we both sigh and I sit up properly letting whitey get up and start getting dress as the sheriff left so I got up getting dressed into my one other dress for today as I finish up I felt arms around me again

“You look loverly today y/n” He told me

“aww thank you whitey, go on then get to work” I tell him

“what are ya gonna do?” he asks

“some laundry I think we both need some fresh clean clothes, and when you get off work we’ll go have a bath both of us” I smirk

“alright...see you later” He smiles giving me a kiss before going off to work so I went around the house picking up any clothes I could find most of them not mine taking them outside with some water and sitting in the dust scrubbing away at the clothes for a while as many women past me going off in and out of town

“so your whitey’s girl?” a female voice asked I looked up and saw the lady from yesterday “wondered when we would get to see ya out whitey’s bed sheets” she laughed coming into the garden

“well Here I am” I shrug

“look the girls are all sorry for what happened...with the hanging and all” she says

“It’s okay, it wasn’t all bad, I met whitey after all” I shrug

“Your really sweet on him arnt ya?” she laughs and I just nod “Good didn’t want to have to break it too him he was sleeping with a girl just staying with him cause he can keep her out of trouble” she laughs

“what do you mean?” I ask

“Well Darlin’, some girls are talking all this time you spending in bed with him aint helping ya, you where accused of murder facing the rope, suddenly whitey wonders in, a young man, still maturing, next thing we know he’s risking his life and job for ya and you spend two days straight in bed with him, dont want to offend ya darlin’ but it looks a lot like your using him” she explains

“Of course not...I love whitey, at the time I thought I was gonna die, last fling I suppose Last snuggle with a good looking man, but i found more then that he’s so sweet to me I’ve never known a man treat me so nice before” I smile

“Fair enough, he’s a sweet boy, But Listen here Darlin’ you break his heart, I break your neck, we clear?” she asked

“Crystal clear” i reply a little scared as she wonders off and I continue my cleaning trying my best to get the cum stains off the bed sheet from last night not doing to well at it

“Hello Little lady” I heard whitey smirk behind me

“Oh Hello whitey, I wasn’t expecting you back so soon” I smile as he came and sat with me “How was it?” I ask as I wash

“Fine, showed him around had to keep him away from a few ladies, not much interesting Hun” He smiles helping me wash the clothes just as I finish a shirt turning and putting it in the done pile as I do whitey holds my chin turning my face back to him and kissing me I kiss back a little slower then I normally would more hesitant as I can see the lady stood looking at us until he pulls away noticing somethings not right

“Y/n what’s the matter?” he asks

“I think I just get a little nervous kissing ya in public I guess whitey” I blush

“aww Y/n, well better get used to it” he smirks pulling me to kiss him so I shut my eyes and concentrate on his lips moving so perfectly with mine his hands moving to sit on my waist so I wrap mine around his neck as our kiss deepened knowing I have to stop him soon we are outside in the garden anyone could see us plus If I dont stop him soon He’ll have me on the floor but amazingly he didnt after a while of kissing I began to feel a little hornier then usual maybe it’s where he left me horny last night taking one hand from his neck down trying to push his hand down from my waist towards my-

“Okay....” He laughs quickly pulling away from me “I don’t have a clue what’s bloody up with you today...but, I dont dislike it” he smirks at me so I just return to washing clothes as I can feel the eyes of many people on me so I finish the washing taking everything and going to put it on the line to dry “Y/n? what’s the matter?” He asks

“Nothing” I blush “Just getting used to being a little house wife” i giggle

“come here” He smirks pulling me tightly onto him holding my waist tightly “i didnt even get to tell you the best part about today” He begins

“can’t you talk and walk whitey laundry dont dry it’s self” I say going back to hanging the Landry

“Okay” He laughs helping me hang things “I had a chat with the preacher...turns out he’s opening his mini chapel tomorrow for emergency bits like catching up on everything while the towns been without one” He explains

“Ohh that’s nice” I shrug “stuff like christenings...funeral stuff that kinda thing?” I shrug

“yeah...so...If you really wanted too, we could go get married tomorrow” He smirks holding me tightly nuzzling his head into my neck

“Oh...well maybe thats a little soon...to short notice for him and for us whitey, but I suppose we could chat with him maybe book ourselves a little ceremony in a month or so” I suggest

“Okay” He smiles giving me a few sweet kisses

“Just Okay? no other opinions?” I ask

“It’s what ever you wanna do Hun, I dont mind so long as I get to marry ya and soon I dont mind” he shrugs as I finish up with the clothes “sooo... bath now?” he smirks and I just nod a little giggly

“you’ve just been waiting for that all day?” i giggle

“course I have” He laughs

“from what most people round here you hate baths” I smirk

“I do...But the idea of you giving me a bath... not totally against that” he smirks

“Hey I said going to have a bath at the same time I said nothing about bathing ya whitey” I laugh

“yeah well...I figured you wouldn’t be able to resit me, sitting in the warm steamy water with my hard cock standing above the water Begging ya to touch me” He groans running his hands down my dress

“whitey...lets go get some water...so you can have that bath” I smirk so he grabbs my hand running off to his horse loading it up with a few containers fro water and I mounted his horse pretty easy but it immediately tried to shake me off

“Whoa! Clam down boy, it’s just y/n” whitey told him trying to calm him down quickly getting on behind me and beginning to ride off out of town towards the river once we got there whitey tried up his horse so I went over with a container filling it with as much water as I could bending over to get the good water and within a few short seconds I felt whitey behind me holding my hips tightly grinding his cock against me

“whitey...what are you up too” I giggle

“what do you think, I’ve barely touched ya all day, I need you y/n” He begs

“Whitey...stop it come on help me” I laugh

“Oh I’ll help ya” He smirks pulling up my dress and slipping three of his long slender fingers inside of my pussy using another to lightly stoke my clit his other hand moving back down and spanking me hard “Do as your told...take your dress off and get in that water before I bend you over and fuck you right here” he smirks

“No!” I giggle and he just smirks kissing my cheek before thrusting his fingers hard into me and sucking at my neck flicking my clit while he groped my arse “Ohh Whitey!” I moan

“Good girl, Moan for me” He smirks undoing my dress and slipping it off my body leaving me in my under dress but I just move away from his arms and pushing him in the water but he just grabs my waist and takes me with him straight into the water splashing each other and giggling like crazy as we messed around in the water even stripping him a little so only our bare minimum clothing remained sticking to our bodies with the cold water until some how we ended up in the shallows sitting on his lap his hands on my hips and mine in his hair kissing like crazy until I pull away

“what is it?” He asks

“Whitey...I wanna marry you tomorrow” I blush

“Really? I thought you said it as too -” he begins before I kiss him again “why the change of heart darlin’?” he asks

“I dont know...I just” I begin stroking his hair out his face “I wanna be with you forever, and to kiss ya without getting started at by every lady in town” I blush

“Okay, tomorrow, you and me” He blushed

“Tomorrow I will be Mrs Winn” I giggle

“Yeah, you will, and I will have the love of my life as my wife” he smirks once we actually got some water we went off home and I heated it all up filling the bath tub up for whitey, as he came back from talking to the sheriff the hot water looking very nice so I quickly hopped in washing myself and my hair being done pretty easy as I was fairly clean before wrapping a cloth around myself as I get out waiting for my hair to dry letting it hang down my back as I cook up some dinner as I heard the door

“Hello whitey” I smile not looking away from my cooking

“this, is what I need waiting for me to get home everyday” He smirks

“what do you mean?” I giggle

“All this, a warm fire, a clean house, a toasty bath, dinner being made and you stood with hardly anything on” he smirks giving me a little kiss “I can’t wait till your my wife” he laughs

“Its what a few hours whitey you can wait” I giggle “Go on go have your bath” I tell him so he goes into the middle of the room and I couldn’t help but watch as he stripped himself naked and climbed into the bath sitting in the warm water for a moment before slowly washing himself so I take dinner off the stove and creep over sitting behind the bath leaning on the metal edge watching him for a moment as he didn't see me yet it made me laugh so I smirked putting my hands on his shoulders making him jump

“Ohh y/n, you made me jump” He laughs but I just slide my hands down his wet body taking the bar of soap from him

“Your never gonna get clean just rubbing a soap bar once on ya whitey” I laugh

“sorry, I dont do this much” He sighs

“I know” I laugh rubbing the soap in my hands “see like this so the bubbles go on your hands” I tell him “then you take your soapy hands and scrub” i tell him running my hands all over his chest

“I thought you said you went gonna wash me?” he smirks

“I wasn't but your hopeless on your own” I laugh “Now once you see all the dirt come off on your hands then water” I smile cupping the water and pouring it on him

“Ohh bugger thats hot!” He complains

“Hotter the better whitey now, keep doing that while I fix dinner” I tell him as I get up but he doesn't even move “scrub scrub whitey else I aint feeding ya” i laugh so he does as Ive told him scrubbing his whole body alot it kinda looked like he got a whole layer of skin off and everything was completely new as he finished up and got out putting some pants on as I severed up dinner “Dinner time” I call

“coming, Hun” he replys and I saw him come into the room pants on using a towel to dry his hair he looked so different I kinda liked it “what?” He asks

“Nothing, you look good is all” I smile sitting down to eat

“Do I look sexy?” he smirks sitting with me beginning to eat

“You always look sexy” I giggle “How about me? do I look better now Ive had a bath?” I ask

“Nope, there was no way fro you to get more beautiful Y/n” he tells me

“aww whitey, thats cute” I giggle

“Just think, this time tomorrow You’ll be Mrs Y/n Winn” he smirks at me

“Yep, Mrs Winn, the pretty little Ex criminal married to the deputy” I smirk taking the washing up from dinner

“Indeed, I’m sure you’ll be a good little wifey” he smirks “does my little wifey need a spanking tonight?” he smirks

“Not tonight I think whitey not had any desire to do anything naughty today” I giggle

“aww I was rather hoping you had” He laughed

“what about you whitey? any desires today to be a little naughty?” I smirk

“Yeah I did” He smirks so I take his hand sitting on the bed and giving him a couple short kisses

“what was it?” I smirk

“the sheriff pissed me off, dragging me away from you so much” he sighed

“Ohh what did you want to do?” I smirk

“lock him in the cell for a night or two while we could have as much fun as we liked” he smirked

“ohh whitey, thats very bad” I smirk kissing up his neck “Bad Boy” I smirk sitting back more and patting my knee and he smirked at me

“really? you expect me to just bend over your knee so you can spank me honey?” he laughs so I just push him over forcing him to bend over my knee “It’s not gonna do anything to me, im not you darlin’ I dont have a odd kinky fetish like you do” he sighs so I smirk Spanking him hard “Oww! That Bloody hurt” he complains trying to look up at me but I just push his head down again spanking him again less hard this time and doing it again and again each time making him jump “Umm” He groaned as I spanked him

“What was that?” I giggle

“I see why you like this so much” He groans so I spank him again harder this time “Ummm Y/n!” He moans so I smirk undoing his belt and tugging down his pants and spanking him again “UHhhh ! Y/n” He moans making me giggle at him as I giggled he tried to escape but I just got hold of him so he couldnt move

“Bad Boy” I giggle spanking him harder again

“UhHHH Y/N! PLEASE!” He moans

“It wont work on me...im not you...I dont have a odd kinky fetish like you do” I giggle

“Okay okay I take it back this is kinda hot” he groans so I spank him hard

“Bad boy, dont make assumptions until you try it, you might find you like it” I smirk spanking him again “Bad boy Whitey” I giggle pulling down his underwear and spanking him again onto his bare skin

“UHHHHHHH! Y/N!” he moans

“What are ya?” I smirk

“Im a bad boy Y/n” he moans as I spank him again making me giggle like crazy at him “Y/n please...” He moans

“Please what whitey?” I giggle

“Please Y/n another...Ive been so bad” He smirks

“Indeed you have whitey” I giggle spanking him hard again

“uUUHHHHHH YES Y/N!” He moans

“Say it again whitey, I kinda like you saying it” I smirk spanking him lightly this time

“Ummm Im a bad boy Darling, Please please another y/n Ive been so bad, Ive been a bad bad boy” He groans so I smirk grabbing his belt from the floor and folding it over almost like a whip and spanking him with it “UHHHH YES YES YES!” He screams “Oh god Y/n...I kinda like you being in charge” he smirks

“Get used to it whitey, your pretty little wifeys gonna have to give her husband a spanking sometimes, when he’s been a naughty boy” I smirk hitting him again

“Ummmm” He groans “I cant take it” he moans getting up and stripping naked “Get on the bed NOW!” He orders so I quickly lay on the bed ready for whatever hot, sexy deed he was about to do on me as he climbed atop me until there was a frantic knocking on the door

“WHITEY THERE’S AN EMERGENCY COME QUICK!” a female voice shouted and a few gun shots where heard so he sighed quickly getting up and getting his clothes back on and grabbing his guns

“See ya later” He sighs giving me a kiss before rushing off I was so worried as time kept going by had to fall asleep over time my body not being able to sit and wait any longer I feel asleep alone and worried....When I woke up I could smell bacon and hash browns and all sorts of yummy fried food I got up and noticed him over by the table setting out some food so I ran jumping on him so happy he was okay

“Oh whitey I was so worried” I smile hugging him tighter

“Aww I know Im sorry y/n, sheriff got me sitting looking after this guy who got drunk and diced to shoot up the Hotel la Belle bar, he was okay we let him out now to go home, he was ranting all night about looking for his girlfriend and apparently from what the bar keep was tellin’ me he came in and got drunk cause someone told him his girlfriend was getting married...Poor guy” He sighs

“Yeah...well Im just happy your safe, I kept hearing guns and when you didnt come home...it scared me” i cry

“Oh y/n im so sorry, It wont happen again I promise, Ill make sure to drop in at least and tell you im okay” he smiled hugging me tighter “but enough about last night...I made you breakfast...my sexy little bride” he smirks

“aww thank you whitey” I giggle sitting and eating some it was...bad to be nice i ate as much as I could before I began to feel ill so I stopped leaving the rest as I saw him stood in the mirror trying to fix his hair so I went and hugged him “Don’t leave me like that again” I whisper

“I wont” he whispers back before going to kiss me but I stop him

“No whitey...you can wait were getting married today” I laugh going and getting dressed into the best dress I had and taking his hand both of us rushing off to where the church was being built and the new preacher was stood with a tiny set up to do basic things

“ahh your the ones who want to get married arnt ya?” he asked and we just nod very excited “short or long version?” He asked

“Uhh super super short” I laugh

“How short?” he asked

“Short like we need to do this quick else we are in danger of really dirtying your floor” Whitey tells him making me laugh

“emergency shot gun verses then” he smirked at us

“Do you Y/n Y/l/n Take this man to be your husband?” He asked

“Yep” I giggle

“do you Whitey Winn take this woman to be your wife?” He asked

“Definatly” He laughed

“Any objections?” he shouted almost as if asking the whole town

“YEAH! I got one...” a man yelled I looked down the street and there sat on a horse was My old Boyfriend

“What is your objection?” he asks

“Y/n i still love you, Please dont do this to me...I haven't seen you in weeks, Y/n please- What the Fuck, HIM!? HE’S THE ONE YOUR MARRYING!” he yelled

“Arthur what the hell is wrong with you, I felt you months ago” I tell him

“You ran off I was so worried about you?” He said

“Yeah i took everything i had and I left, because I never loved you i explained this to you” I tell him “you know taking lots of stuff and not coming back while yelling I never want to see you again is how a break up kinda works” i explain to him

“WAIT just a dam minuet here...Mr Arthur, Y/n my Y/n is the one you where shooting up town about last night, My Y/n Y/L/N is the one you where talking about last night” whitey asked very confused “the sweet, virgin, who wouldnt even ride a horse on her own ? are you sure you got the right girl...cause that is not the Y/n I know” he laughed

“I’ll fight ya for her!” He yelled

“Excuse me!” I shout rather mad

“I’ll fight ya for her! you and me who ever wins she marries” Arthur suggested “or are ya two scared” He laughed

“Guys this is stupid!” I yell

“I’ll fight ya” Whitey shrugs “I’ll fight ya for the woman I love”

“Guys this is ridiculous!” I I yell

“Lets go then you and me!” Arthur laughs getting off his horse and whitey goes towards him the two actually looking like one was about to punch the other

“Fine...Hit me you son of a bitch” whitey tells him

“is anyone listening to me!” I shout before running into the middle of the fight and firing the gun I keep in my bra “ENOUGH!” I shout

“Fine we wont fight...but y/n you choose between us” arthur tells me “Come on Y/n i’ll take you home with me back to our little place to our kittens” he suggested trying to coast me over to him

“Y/n? I- I - I dont know what I can offer you, I mean I saved your life, you took my virginity from me, I- I love you, don’t- Don’t you love me too?” whitey asked

“JUST PICK ALREADY!” the preacher yells

“Fine easy i pick Whitey, now bugger off Arthur” I tell him

“what! how did you choose him over me? and so fast?” arthur asked

“Because I love whitey, and I dont love you Arthur and I never did” I tell him taking whitey’s hand and going back to the preacher

“Your brought a hidden bra gun to our wedding?” whitey asked me

“i was prepared” I shrug

“i love you so much” he laughed hugging me tightly

“right we where uh - where were we?” he asked

“Objections” I laugh

“Oh right... any objections yes but its cleared up...I now pronounce you man and wife you may kiss your bride” he explained

“Finally I've been waiting all morning” whitey laughs kissing me so I holding him close and kiss him back before he pulled away and picked me up

“Whoa! Whitey” I giggle kissing him again as he took me out the half done church out to a sad Arthur “Go on Arthur go have a drink, theres plenty of ladies here would love your company” I tell him as whitey put me down

“you go on I need a word with Arthur” whitey told me so I giggled giving him a kiss a wondering home luckily I did hear everything “soo...did you and y/n ever...” he asked

“Of course not...I’m not that kinda guy” arthur said

“Good...just wanted to check that, just a hint, you missed out BIG time, she is the kinkyest, sexiest woman I have ever seen...to bad for you I married her” He laughed wondering away before noticing I was so close by listening to it all “Oh you little bugger I told ya to go on home” He laughed

“I wanted to check what you where telling him” I laugh

“alright, but as your my sexy wifey now, guess that means its our honeymoon now so, we should go do everything we did before and then some” he smirks

“lets go whitey, I haven't had your cock for over 12 hours, I think im in withdrawal” I laugh

“come on then, lets get home so we can start our very very fun weekend” he smirks picking me up again and taking me home us kissing the whole way back ....

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s3venpounds · 6 years

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For real? I mean I don’t mind but I’m starting to feel like no one actually reads these lol

1. You just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?

Tumblr usually

2. You just walked into a bookstore. What section do you go to first?

Teen section. Their books are short and sweet and the romance books i find in the general romance section are huge and just have huge bulging men. I just wanna read about dumb teenagers doing dumb things but also accidentally being poetic as all hell sometimes dumb jokes are a plus as well.( plus I don’t have enough patience for long books haha)

3. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing? On my phone. Still part of the conversation just replying out loud with no eye contact unless its a really funny story or topic

4. You just turned your car on. What station is the radio tuned to?Don’t got a car but I’d love to just go for the general top songs in my city. I usually listen to really old songs so listening to whats popular takes me by surprise nowadays

5. You have just woken up for the morning. What is the first things you do? Check my phone if someone messaged me during the night or my calendar app if theres anything I have planned today

6. Complete this phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____. BBQ Pulled Pork or Adobong Lechon Kawali

7. What would you do if you woke up as the opposite gender? See if I’m attractive to my standards? Probably go hang out with friends BUT tell them all me and my cousin are coming to chill with BUT i cancel last minute so my cousin is still coming to meet them. Commence pranks

8. Are you more likely to cook for yourself or buy food from a restaurant? Buy food from a restaurant. Although I’d love to try a bunch of recipes from youtube vids

9. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would you rather lose? I would say smell? although given how taste works I’d lose about 70% of taste if i lose smell right? but i still wanna taste food so yeah smell.

10. If you could relive any one year of your life, how old would you be? 17 that or 13 would be neato

11. Would you take a bullet for anyone you know? yes

12. Would you rather be rich and dumb or poor and extremely intelligent? rich and dumb. Ignorance is bliss I say.

13. What TV character do you most relate to? I don’t know any TV characters that I can relate to but I do know some Disney movie characters I relate to? Jim from Treasure planet is the biggest one

14. You just walked into a supermarket. What section do you first go to? Frozen section or snack aisle ice cream and junk food mmmm

15. Is sex before marriage wrong? nope. I feel like marriage comes after you’ve accepted them for EVERY aspect. then again it depends on how you view sex. If its sacred to you more power to ya, if its just whatever it feels good hey i agree. its wrong if only 1 person agrees to have it.

16. You just won the lottery. What is the first thing you do with your winnings?keep 25% in a secure place. a portion goes to a bunch of charities and streamers of my choice. a portion goes to whatever i wanna spend it on. a portion goes to pay off whatever friend’s college debts i can. a portion goes to a way i can keep a stable income i can live off of. and a portion goes to my family I guess.

17. If your best friend admitted that they have a crush on you, how would you react? I don’t feel the same.

18. Will the USA ever have a female president? I fuckin’ hope so. Maybe not hilary clinton. maybe. I don’t know enough about politics to make an informed opinion

19. You are carpooling with your friends. Are you more likely to be the driver or a passenger? Passenger, I space out too much

20. How short is too short for skirts and dresses? Nothing is too short i guess. let people wear what they want. its the people looking at fault for objectifying or whatever

21. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, without any consequences, what food would you choose? Potatoes sounds neato. that or sandwiches cuz i can customize it as much as i like. potatoes sounds like a def good idea tho

22. It’s Saturday night. What are you most likely doing? playing overwatch with friends

23. You go on a blind date. Your date is extremely beautiful and physically captivating, but you hate their personality. Would you want a second date? depends on what part of their personality I hate. Are they shallow ? Are they hate filled or closed minded? if they simply just disagree with things like pineapples vs no pineapples on pizza then thats fine, take the good with the bad. if its the closed minded stuff then no I wouldn’t want a second date. Be as pretty as you like, if I can’t stand you then theres no use.

24. How strict should gun laws be? Pretty fucking strict? what, we were in like not even a month of 2018 and we get another school shooting? are you fucking serious? like look at every other country out there, majority of them had 1 school shooting and said “ ok lets maybe be stricter on gun laws” boom. public shootings basically disappeared. WE NEED STRICTER GUN LAWS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

25. Would you rather be the worst player on the best team or the best player on the worst team? Worst player on the best team. Because I’m bound to improve and I would never be playing alone. I AM on a team after all.

26. How well do you work with others? Dunno. I would say I’m ok but not a savant by any means. It’s been a while since I’ve had to work with someone back to back

27. You have the ability to cure only one fatal disease and eradicate it forever. What disease do you choose? Cancer most likely Whatever is most common, uncurable, and hardest to research

28. If you could go back to college and choose a different degree to study, would you? I mean maybe? I’ve seen so many of my friends look half dead and be a husk of their former selves just to graduate and thats not a hell i would willingly put myself through. But I suppose if I’m guaranteed a job right off the bat I would.

29. Where do you see yourself ten years from now? Dead? or homeless I guess.

30. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Pro choice. If it aint yours you aint got no say over it.

31. Would you attend a same sex wedding if invited? Hell yeah, weddings a wedding. weddings mean new people and food. Especially food. oh and friends

32. So far, what has been the greatest day of your life? K Days with C and friends

33. Has anyone you know ever been arrested? Yes

34. If it could be one season year-round, what season do would you want it to be? Fall. Cold enough to use my other 60% of my wardrobe but still warm enough I can go out with shorts and a shirt and be fine

35. What is your biggest regret in life? thats a loaded question my dood. Letting my social life be such a huge focus at such a critical time

36. If you could bring one celebrity back from the dead, who would it be? Freddie Mercury? That or Elvis

37. What offends you the most? People that try to make my decisions for me thinking they have my best interests at heart.

38. Would you rather have an ugly hairstyle or be bald? ugly hairstyle eugh. I can’t do bald. I’d rather be ugly as fuck.

39. At what age did you have your first alcoholic beverage? 16 i think?

40. What do you think happens to us when we die? We’re trapped in our dead bodies until we fully rot then we wander the world as nothing but whispers and chills down people’s necks.

41. What do you think is the best way to quit smoking? I heard a hot sauna can help get rid of the tobacco in your system that makes you crave

42. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which animal would you choose? a Puma would be neat

43. We’re humans created or did we evolve from earlier species? I wanna say our biological predecessors were created with our evolution in mind but its not the end we may evolve further.

44. What scares you the most? Death or at least the thought of the aftermath

45. What personality trait turns you off the most? People who think theyre right and everyone else is wrong and refuse to consider new perspectives.

46. You got offered a job to do something you hate, but the pay will make you rich. Do you take it? I’d take it. maybe not for the rest of my life but at least for a while

47. If today you only had what you were thankful for yesterday, how much would you have? nothing to be honest.

48. How often do you get mad or upset at yourself? pretty often

49. If you could choose one celebrity to be your parent, who would you choose? Will Smith or Jackie Chan

50. If you could only listen to one musical artist for the rest of you life, who would you be listening to? Jon Bellion or Aj Rafael

51. Have you ever used you cell phone while driving? nope

52. Had anyone you were close to die way too young? Yup 11 KF SSAC

53. Is world peace possible? Yeah its just humanity isn’t ready for it.

54. You go on a blind date. You date is extremely ugly and physically appalling, but you are madly in love with their personality. Would you want a second date? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Most likely a second date but if youre saying this person is absolutely revolting to me then maybe not a date so much as just to hang out.

55. How did you discover that Santa Claus isn’t real? I didn’t I knew off the bat. Every time my parents would say “ its from santa” as I was with them as they bought my present. My parents don’t do subtle.

56. Do you believe in God, or some form of higher deity? I believe in some omnipotent figure HOWEVER I don’t let it dictate my life. I do believe there is something out there.I mean it can’t be coincidence that literally as soon as humanity could think they all believed in some form of god. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Korean, Indian, Native, Hawaiian etc.

57. If you could save someone you deeply cared about, but it meant breaking a law, would you do it? Hell yes. Jail time is temporary, A life is permanent.

58. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for money? Yknow I never done something like this yet I always wanted to

59. If you were to make a YouTube video about what you know most about, what would the subject be? Injustices or poetry about rain

60. What do you think is your greatest personality flaw? Also a loaded question. Theres a lot haha. I would sayyyyyyyyy how hypocritical I am.

61. If your friends spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you still want them as friend? nah

62. Have you ever “woke up like this”? Do you mean the song or something else. If its the song then no.

63. You got offered a job to do something you love, but the pay is one of the worst out there. Do you take it? Hell yeah man, part time jobs exists, other ways to make money exist. If I love it then money is a small price to pay to be happy for the rest of my life.

64. What do you think is your best physical feature? I’ve been told my hair is nice and my eye brows?

65. What do you think is your worst physical feature. the way my face looks when i smile

66. Do you know anyone who has committed suicide? no.

67. What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone you don’t know? I talked to a stranger who was new to the city about all the places to have fun. Malls, tourists sights, events, small cafes and restaurants and activites.

68. Have you ever had a night’s dream come true? Oh god no. My dreams are all crazy as fuck the MOST TAME one was where i was in a shopping bazaar in Philippines and i got shot 5 times in the bathroom by someone who went on a rampage. and thats the most tame

69. How would you reject a date offer from someone you didn’t like? I’m gonna pass on that. - is what I would say.

70. Which do you think is worse: Failure, or never trying at all? Never trying at all.

#ask me shit #this took a while hahaha enjoyed it tho

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