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sugoi-writes · 1 year ago

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REQUEST TIME :333 ummm this is actually my first time requesting here but I’ve been so obsessed with Human Alastor so maybe a sexy thing where he hunts you (fem reader) down in the wooded near his cabin with his shotgun? This is so dangerous lol but he’s shooting and splitting trees as you zip pass them in your nightgown (he would never shoot you it’s for the flare) you stumble over an old stump and he is on your ass! You fight and tumble around before he’s dragging you by your ankles back to his cabin to have his way with you? (All of this was very much consensual between the two of you elaborated foreplay if you will!)

Trigger Happy - Human! Alastor x Fem!Reader

My friend in Satan, I am SO sorry for how long this took! I was honestly getting worked up over it!!! Hate the delay, but I hope the story itself will be worth it! Just as a warning, this is getting towards risky territory, but I promise nothing too bleak. A few warnings: Guns, a heated foot chase, you get distracted there for a while, some physical violence/tussling, f!reader, some f!oral and m!oral, overtsim, rope/restraints, and some REALLY filthy penetrative sex. Y'all are some absolute freaks in this one. Hope you enjoy! (ALSO THIS IS LIKE INSANELY LONG IM SORRY ITS LIKE 9K--)

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO @minkdelovely and @hazelfoureyes for helping me through this and being my scream queens/beta readers dhoduhdouhdoduhdohidoi <3 (I'm in love with both of you BLINKBLINK)

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Your hands fidgeted in your lap as Alastor finished the final touches of tonight's meal. You regarded him nervously as his humming filled the humble interior of his inherited cabin. He was in such a good mood, you thought... Why spoil something so tender and domestic between the two of you?

For a while now, you knew of your darling beau's aversion to many things, physical intimacy being one he struggled with most. At least, compared to most... You hardly minded, as when you were on the receiving end of such of intimacy... Well, let's just say you could usually expect to be bedridden for a few hours. You swallow the bile creeping up, nerves reflected in your voice as you spoke," Alastor, dear?"

A pair of kind, almond-colored eyes looked upon you, making your heart leap. Alastor's eyes turned a warm amber when exposed to the charming lighting provided by the fireplace.

"Yes, darling?" Alastor cooed, his tone still airy and filled with a domestic softness.

"Could we... could we talk for a moment? Before dinner?"

Your partner gave you a bemused look, as if he were asked a ridiculous question. His hands settled on his hips as he rocks his weight onto his other foot, eyebrows raising.

"Dear, why let the food grow cold? Could we not discuss it over dinner? I tell you, it's JUST like my mother's; it's hearty, filling, and--"

"Alastor," you interrupt, a stern bite cutting through your meek tone," Pl-Please... If I try to tell you while you're eating, you'd probably choke." Alastor grants you an interesting look, eyes widening with your change in demeanor. But of course, he relents, sighing like a demure housewife.

"Well then, who am I to refuse... Choking is rather unpleasant, anyhow." Quickly, Alastor fusses over your meal, dousing the fire to let it simmer.

"Now then: we have a few minutes before I need to stir it. Tell me... what's troubling you?"

You gesture for Alastor to sit with you, to take his place at the table. He silently moves towards it in confident, wide strides. You watch nervously as he sits, crossing his legs formally. You felt the sweat trickle into your brow as his simple actions felt like they took an eternity... Alastor then sets his elbows on the table, resting his chin upon his folded hands. He looked... entirely too comfortable, a stark contrast with your stiff spine and sweating palms.

Alastor watches you quietly, granting you a moment to collect your thoughts. And then, you speak:

"Alastor... you know how-- well, it's been a while since we last-- Uhhm..." The quiver of your lip tips your partner off immediately, his eyes squinting. The smile that plays on his face is telling, his teeth gleaming under the dim light.

"Oh honestly, what am I to do with you? Yes, of course we can try for a little romp tonight. But... I sense that our standard 'bedroom practices' aren't the only thing clouding your mind?"

He just didn't get it. He didn't understand the weight of what was on your mind, and how quickly it was going to hit him. You were thinking of this for weeks, terrified of his reaction... But, in the comfort of the cozy, warm cabin: it was now or never. You felt a tinge of guilt as you felt his flirty smile widen, ready to shatter his expectations.

You nod in affirmation, forcing yourself to look his way fully," Right. I have an idea. Something to... change things up. 'Make it a bit more interesting, if you'll hear me out."

Alastor hums pleasantly, one of his hands gesturing outward in an animated way. He regards you just the same, opening the floor to you. You steel your nerves, hands turning to balled up fists as you formulate your next thought bluntly," I want you to hunt me, Alastor. I wanted to be hunted."

A silence befalls the room, causing panic to rise in your chest. Your chaste, Creole partner stares back at you, eyes wide. His expression was damnably neutral, as if processing your demand. You immediately start onto a tangent, leaning forward as you make your case.

"L-Look, I know how that sounds... I don't want you to actually hurt me or kill me-- I mean-- I feel like you'd be terribly sad if I were gone, but-- No, I mean in a more..."

When you trail off, you expect Alastor to pick up on your meaning. You sigh with frustration, your hands mirroring each other as they mimed your body's curves and contours," ...sexual... way."

Alastor's expression morphs under the light of the fireplace, which burned dutifully. Alastor's black pupils dilate, his mouth falling ajar. He sits upright in his seat, leaning back as he takes everything in.

" You want me to... pursue you. Hunt you... like I would wild game? Is... Is that what you're asking?"

You nod firmly, your hands trembling," I-I know, I know... it's different. I told you it would be different--"

"Different is hardly a bad thing, mon cherie... 'just surprising, is all," Alastor drawls, his eyes softening. He could see how much you were worked up. You were scared to disappoint; scared to be rejected. He hated to see the soured look on your face, and was determined to replace it with something else," What exactly do you have in mind? This-- pursuit of ours... what are the conditions?"

It was now your turn for your face to morph, a mix of surprise and relief, a faint heat brewing in your stomach," Well... I'd like you to treat it like a legitimate chase. I could be a deer, in a sense... something to bring home for dinner. You'd chase me, and I would do my best to fight back, run away...," your eyes wander over to the shotgun by the cabin door, eyes glazed from your impure thoughts," But I don't want you empty handed. I want... I'd like for you to bring the shotgun. Use it, even... as long as you don't actually try to kill me." Alastor's expression, you swore, was now the rawest it's been since you've first met him. His heart was on his sleeve: confusion, shock, delirium, and... some sort of desire. A hunger.

Alastor smoothly rises from the table, his footsteps almost echoing in the silence. He makes his way to his nightstand, fishing out something you couldn't see. When Alastor turns towards you, you hear a familiar clink, as his revolver shines in the warm light. He opens the chamber, showing to you that it is empty, before sealing it with a resolute spin. Your fists unclench, and you let out a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Dear, as lovely and authentic as it would be... I would hate to bring the shotgun. That tool is far too accurate and far too deadly, even in an inexperienced person's hands. A round so small can tear a hole wider than your skull, given the proper range..." When Alastor returned to the table, he sets the empty revolver there, your heart thumping at the implications. He slid it towards you, as if a peace offering," I wonder what may have caused this idea to fester... But it's one I'm most certainly intrigued by," he offers simply. You tried your best not to look away, his smile exposing just how fascinated he was with your proposal. His eyes were a dead giveaway: he was more than willing to carry this act out.

Your hand ghosts over the revolver, the wood of the grip much warmer than the cool metal of the barrel. Alastor clears his throat, calling your attention back to him," If I may, dearest, I also have a request..."

You feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest, the loud pulse making you deaf to the rest of the world.

"Which is...?" you attempt to counter smoothly, but the breathiness of your tone gives you away. Alastor's eyes squint, familiar with that lilt of yours. He relished seeing you like this: embarrassed, sheepish... But most of all, you felt an overwhelming desire to have him agree; have him take charge. His ego bloomed right under your nose... He wanted to see just how badly this desire had been burning inside of you.

"Do you recall the nightgown that you wore when we first embraced, love? The white little number with lace trim?" You nodded immediately, a heat rising in your face as you recalled your first night with your partner," Y-Yes... yes, I think I have it with me, actually."

Alastor moves over to your side of the table, kneeling down to your height. He grabs your chin, gently tilting your head to meet his eyes. You couldn't help the spark of desire that shot up your spine as a wicked smile stretches across Alastor's face," Good. I'd like to see it thoroughly ruined once I'm done with you."

You swore you had a stroke, your eyes wider than the dinner saucers that set the cozy, oak dinner table. You were brought back to reality as Alastor patted your cheek, practically singing when he spoke again.

"Now: let's eat. You'll need this to have your strength, dear~ The hunt starts this evening. Once dinner is finished, you'll have until I fully load the revolver to run. And that's when I'll come for you... understood?"

You had all but forgotten how to breathe, a stupefied nod his only reply as Alastor went back to the stove," Ohhh, almost forgot! We still have some bread from last night! I hope that's alright, dear~"

You were almost numb from the overwhelming sensations and emotions that coursed through your body. You were so excited and so nervous that you couldn't even think of eating. But Alastor had worked so hard to make you a fresh, homecooked meal... who were you to let it go cold? Despite yourself, you happily devoured the entire course, and were soon given seconds. Alastor grants you a coy smile, his expression saying what he kept silent: eat up. You're gonna need it.

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Like the dutiful partner you were, you helped Alastor clean every dish and utensil used to prepare dinner. Ever the vixen, you even smeared some of the broth across his cheek, just to lick it off. The act made Alastor shudder, but he spared you, merely squeezing your hips and giving you a kiss. As for tonight... well, you wondered just how gentle he would be... if at all.

Once you had dried the last utensil, your ears perked up at the sound of a metallic clink. Your eyes widened, head whipping around to see Alastor opening the barrel to his revolver. He glances towards you, a neutral smile on his face," Oh! Sorry to startle you, dear. Just filling the chamber. 'Thought I heard something stalking outside... I might have to investigate it. You can never be to careful, these days."

You gasped, eyes dilating as you shook with anticipation. Now, now was the time.

You sprinted over to your suitcase, throwing it on the bed as you frantically searched for your nightgown. He was eager to start too, it seemed--

Click. First bullet loaded.

"I say, what a strange time of year...," Alastor rambled as he spun the glistening chamber, pushing up his glasses with the wrist of his other hand. The second bullet was clutched in his fingers, the rest scattered on the counter. You nearly shrieked as you frantically tear off your loungewear, exchanging it for the gown that Alastor requested. He would have thought the action was adorable and meek, if it weren't for his desire to fuck you stupid.

A bemused chuckle fills the air, dark and full of promise.

"What do you think is out there right now, love? A little rabbit, perhaps? With a fluffy white tail?"

Click. Second round.

You made your way hastily to the door as Alastor watched you, wiping the barrel of his revolver with the edge of his flannel. He was taking his time and making this spectacle: that you knew for sure. He seemed aloof, unbothered by your accelerated heartrate... but it agonized him to no end. This zesty little suggestion already had his mind reeling, possibilities of how he would claim you crossing over him every time he blinked.

"No, perhaps it's a deer? A doe, even? I hear it's about that time of year... mating season, that is." Your face grew hot at the notion, cursing yourself for not better preparing for this. You made sure to pull on your hiking shoes, tying the laces tightly. You prayed that they'd stay on to protect your feet.

Alastor hums with curiosity, blinking. Another image of you, trembling and moaning under his body, making his nethers pulse with interest.

"Ohh, maybe a bobcat! Something feisty... I wonder how it would taste?"

Click number three. Halfway through...

You turn around, chest already heaving as you made eye contact with Alastor. He saw you for the deranged, desperate animal that you were. His eyes matched your energy, an uncanny smile on his face. Alastor's pupils were mere pinpricks, the overwhelming expanse of amber and caramel brown nearly glowing.

"I don't know, baby... But whatever it is, I hope it runs fast," you grin to Alastor as he mirrors your expression, his tongue running across his pristine teeth.

"I'd hate to think of what would happen if you caught up to it."

With that, you were out of the door, unable to hear the rapid succession of bullets four, five, and six. Teasing be damned, he was making himself impatient. Alastor made a show of closing the weapon with a hard snap and spin, a satisfying weight settling into his hand. With the gun fully loaded, it just felt so... right. A fascination he gained from his father, unfortunately. Though he did appreciate the skills he learned from the sick bastard, that was the extent of his affection.

He'd have a good number of things to thank him for before the end of the night, as he slipped on his own pair of outdoor boots. When he stepped out onto the deck, he had caught a glimpse of you. That delicate little nightgown was fluttering and fleeting, catching the moonlight. It had to have been around 9 or 10 o'clock at night... A perfect time for your little chase to commence. Not to mention, the cool, crisp Fall air had made everything entirely better; not too hot, and not too cold. For all the weather that permeated in this southern state, Fall in Louisiana had been one of Alastor's favorites. It was his favorite namely for Open Season... and how convenient for him that you were added to the list of eligible, wild game...

He inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of evergreen and pine tickling his senses. He held his breath like this for a while, feeling his chest expand and burn from the denial of oxygen. Once he'd had enough, he exhaled heavily, a shudder running through his entire body. He let you have a decent head start. Now the chase could begin.

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Your lungs burned from how swiftly you ran, feet carrying you further than you had ever pushed yourself. In that moment, you almost felt liberated, free… as if something had rolled off your chest. You aren't quite sure where this sense of euphoria came from, but you embraced it all the same, laughing breathlessly as your dress caught in stray branches and debris, your boots splashing into the wet, almost marshy forest floor. You breathed in through your nose, feeling a similar pull as Alastor to just take everything in… You were greeted with smells of wood and earth, though, in this part of the forest, you caught whiff of a water source nearby. As if a tether were around your waist, you felt called to it. Your running came to a steady, calm trot, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the night.

You stop just by a clearing, a familiar bayou greeting you. You marveled at the scenery before you, scarcely lit up by the moonlight. You had almost forgotten about your little game with Alastor, brushing stray Spanish Moss aside as you stepped fully out into the open. You smile fondly, a memory crossing your mind:

You, frantically shaking Alastor's shoulders as you try to point out a doe and her darling, new fawn. But, in your desperation, the deer were scared away, frightened by your presence. You had been heartbroken, though your partner swore up and down that he saw them, and that even so: your enthusiasm was a much more charming sight.

You walked a few yards from the water's edge, not wanting to chance it; meeting a creature of the night face-to-face was not your idea of "fun"... unless it was Alastor. You were grateful, then, for your hiking boots, as they made navigating the wet earth beneath your feet much easier. However, your foot catches on your next step, causing you to stumble into a nearby tree. When catching yourself, you spy a delicately carved pattern: yours and Alastor's first initials. (You, later on, had added the heart that surrounded them). Initially, you hadn't wanted to deface a tree like this, but Alastor, ever the charmer, insisted that it would become a landmark for you; a way to tell where you were if you were ever lost...

Your hands traced the familiar carvings, the rivets scratching against your fingertips gently. You just felt your heart swell more, the thoughts of your softer moments making your mind fog. Even with someone hot on your tail, your focus waning. You began humming to yourself as you continued your restful stroll, running through moments in your memory that made you feel particularly cozy; safe.

Just when you had felt your safest, a loud SNAP of a tree twig sounded to your rear left. You froze in your tracks, turning feverishly towards the sound. Your once still, content heart was racing wildly, eyes as wide as the moon looming above you. You slowly turned your entire body to face the noise, making sure to keep your eyes focused on the direction you heard the snap. You start to walk backwards, making your way stealthily towards the tree line.

Most animals will attack you with your back turned… facing them will deter an assault, even if for a few moments, you thought… Just before you could disappear, having half a mind to sprint-- a sudden, deafening CRACK rang out, followed by the splintering of wood. You looked to your left again, as you witness the tree next to you receive a battle scar: a bullet wound.

RUN.

You bolted into the thick underbrush, doing your best to stay low to the ground as a set of steady, patient steps pursued you. Had you not had a good distance on him, your hunter's pace would have been undiscernible from your own. It thrilled you; it horrified you. You knew that Alastor had a knack for hunting, and had you known he was THIS committed, you would have asked for a better head start.

A startling thought plagued your mind as you had a moment of clarity, your face paling. You ASSUMED this was Alastor… what if it wasn't? What if this was a wild animal, who had its sights on you? What if it was another marksman, and you were trespassing on their property? The thought made your throat run dry, the instinct to become small and hide winning over your other senses.

You nearly shrieked as a second bullet wizzes past you, less than a yard away, before it strikes the tree to your right. To your horror: it was at eye level. Had this been a stranger… they were going for the kill.

You crouch all the way down to the forest floor, searching frantically until you spy an hollowed-out tree log. You slink your way over, searching for any residents or critters, before diving headfirst into the tree husk. You laid on your back, bringing your legs in as far as they could go. You winced as your knees scrapped against the dead wood. Unable to calm down, you hastily cover your mouth with both hands. You were doing your absolute best to calm your breathing. Think, now, think… you had to think your way out of this mess.

The steady beat of the hunter's footsteps slowed, until they stop entirely. You resisted the urge to sigh in relief, still unsure if you were safe or not. Eventually, you couldn't hear a thing over the deafening stillness, the normal noises of the woods silenced by your escapade. Much like you, other creatures seemed to wait with bated breath. Maybe they were terrified of the hunter… maybe they were terrified of you.

You twitch as you hear the familiar clink of metal, a revolver's spinning wheelhouse catching your ear. You weren't out of the woods yet… this could still be another person. This could very well be a real hunt… A sharp inhale sounds just a few yards away. You nearly jumped out of your skin, eyes slamming shut. When did that hunter get closer!? Had you misjudged how far away you were from him?!

"Only 4 more bullets, Little Cottontail… let's see if you can evade them all~"

Relief and terror washed over you simultaneously: Alastor. Your body was paralyzed with conflicting emotions, breath picking up as you hear footsteps stirring closer. You could feel the panic rising in your face, blood pressure raging; but you can also feel the traitorous, hazy heat that engulfed your core. Either way, Alastor had you completely on edge, your fragile mind was on the verge of caving in either way. Should you run away, or run to him? That was your conflict…

Knock knock

Your eyes fly open as you dare to look between your bent legs, spying a pair of steely, hungry brown eyes. Pupils mere pinpricks, the whites of his eyes were nearly glowing under the light of the moon.

"There's that sweet, little rabbit!"

You shrieked as you were pulled out of the log, knees and back scrapping against the wood of your shelter. When you met solid earth, you kicked and fought, eyes wide and animalistic. Your body still fell into conflict; you wanted this to be a real chase: FIGHT BACK. Alastor was quick to avoid your kicks, straddling your hips as he tried to restrain your flailing arms. Never did you make contact, but Alastor was cautious to avoid any accidental hits, all the same.

"Oh dear, was I wrong after all? Am I really still chasing a scared, feral little rabbit~? Or something bigger…" Alastor teased, managing to seize one of your hands. It was immediately pinned above your head as you thrashed, grunting and groaning in your efforts to escape. Alastor pressed further into you, eliciting a tight -lipped moan as you felt an unmistakable hardness rub against your core. He was enjoying this much more than his face allowed him to show…

"Be a good little pet, won't you? Won't you let me take you back to my cabin? I promise I'll make this quick and painless~"

You thrashed your head back and forth. You didn't want this to be quick. You didn't WANT it to be painless. You wanted more. MORE of this.

In a daring fit of heightened hormones and rushed decision making, a loud SLAP filled the air. You panted as your hand stung, Alastor's face now jerked to the left, looking away. A flushed, red print was painted across his handsome face, his eyes wide with disbelief. He sat there like this for a few moments, his grip on your hand all but gone. You took this opportunity to slink out from under him, using his dumbfounded expression as a gauge. Truly, how long did you have until he was grounded?

Sadly, it wasn't long, a slender hand cupping the offending, fading mark. You looked down as you saw something move, your mouth watering: his cock was even harder than before, twitching from the sudden outburst. A shaky, broken sigh left Alastor's trembling lips as he slowly looked back towards you. A deep dusty rose flooded his cheeks as he chuckled, his voice full of a wicked venom. His free hand fished for his revolver, the barrel now pointing straight at you.

"Alright, then… no more playing nice."

You immediately vaulted out of the way as a third shot rang out, impacting the earth you had just been sprawled upon. Alastor elegantly got to his feet, like a regal vampire exiting his coffin. He pressed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, pupils wide with desire as he watched you bob and weave into the trees.

"Three more to go," he growled, his grin widening madly as he broke out into a frenzied sprint.

The panic was steadily rising, as did your burning desire. You realized, with horror, that Alastor's pace nearly went in double time, and he was steadily gaining on you. And so, you figured if you were truly to get caught, it might as well be a trap for him too--

BANG

Shot number four rang out, a terror-filled scream igniting the night; this shot was less than a foot from your trembling, straining right leg. You muscles were scorched from the effort you put yourself in, core fully engaged as you tried to focus on breathing. You were unsuccessful, already far too overworked and overheated. You came to the harsh realization that you couldn't run much longer.

You started charting your course carefully, taking dips and turns in hopes to throw Alastor off of your trail… but ever the clever man, he never lost sight of you. And, despite your best efforts, he was nearly on top of your imaginary cottontail. You dared to look behind you, searching for the madman coming for you, only to see he was no where in sight. Your pace slowed down, confused as his footsteps cease. You came to a dead stop, spinning around wildly to find any sign of your darling partner. Your mouth ran dry as you panted, legs nearly giving out from under you. As you took in your surroundings, you feared that you may be lost… truly, genuinely lost.

"A-Al… Alastor? Baby...?" you rasp between pants, a hand coming up to your heaving chest. You take a few, cautious steps back towards the direction you came from, squinting harshly. Your eyes still had not adjusted to the low visibility of the dank, dark forest.

"A-Al… AL?!" you call desperately, scared that you may have lost him, or worse: maybe he was injured... You go to take off again, before a hand snakes around your throat. You couldn't scream as the hand squeezes your pulse, a cold, metallic object pressed into your lower back. Your fear transformed into relief, which transformed into desire, all within a span of few seconds. Familiar, heated lips brushed against the shell of your ear. Alastor's breath was heavy on your skin.

"I guess I didn't need all of my rounds, after all." Alastor nearly purred, despite his labored breathing. His warm breath followed his lips as they came to the junction of your jaw and neck, three fingers unfurling from your pulse. This left him just enough room to litter the bared skin of your neck with short, open mouthed kisses, your eyes fluttering closed. Even with only two fingers squeezing your throat, you still felt lightheaded, unable to escape. You shuddered under his grasp, your body instantly surrendering to his desire. It was official: the chase was officially over. Alastor knew that the moment you sighed into his touch.

"Good girl~"

In a rapid succession, you were grabbed and hauled over Alastor's wide shoulder, his free hand tucking his revolver away. Your hands flew down to grope and run over Alastor's body, your lungs still exhausted from the strife of running away. Alastor allowed your hands to explore, appearing unphased as he carried you out of the woods. He resisted every fiber in his being to not bend you over and fuck you into the damp earth; a filthy act for a filthy-minded girl like you. But, he had at least some modicum of class… he needed to make this last; he would ensure this was something you wouldn't soon forget.

-- You felt embarrassed by how rapidly your heart beat, how frantically you were tugging at Alastor's flannel, but when your eyes looked up to a different building, your heart nearly stopped. You were walking toward 'the shack', Alastor called it… THIS was where he took all of his wild game after hunting them down. Seeing your unease, he slapped you on the ass, hoping to chase away your nerves," Don't worry, darling… I told you I would be gentle~"

His words contradicted his actions as you were practically thrown into the shed, sprawled out onto the floor. Your eyes tried taking in your surroundings, but it was far too dark to see. You yelped as both of your hands were seized and tied with a coarse jute rope, the fibers pricking your wrists. When you felt Alastor leave you, your legs came together, heat still pooling in your lower abdomen," S-Sooo, Mr. Huntsman~ You've caught me~ What do you plan to d--" Your questioning was cut short as you were suddenly jerked onto your knees, your hands now taunt over your head. A few more tugs on your rope, and you were standing upright, struggling to balance on the balls of your feet. You wobbled as you heard shuffling behind you, rope being fastened, and the clink of Alastor's revolver laying on a flat surface.

Alastor left you in suspense like this for a few moments, as he brought his hands together with a satisfied hum. The crisp sound made you jump as if it were gunfire, your cunt nearly drooling as you strained to look for Alastor in the pitch.

"Now then… 'can't see very well like this, can we?"

A lantern was lit just in front of your face, startling you. You realized that Alastor had all but held his breath to get closer to you, those same, silent footsteps deceiving you again. You couldn't find the words to speak, eyes wide with disbelief and desire as you stared back at Alastor's shit eating grin.

"Ahhh, yes… Finally managed to capture you, you tricky thing~," he mused as he flicked the tip of your nose. He chuckled when you wiggled it back and forth and recoiled, almost mimicking the animal he claimed you to be. "No, I don't think you're privy to know what I plan to do to you, with words… But, I can certainly show you." He seized your cheeks roughly with one hand, puckering your lips as he closed the distance between your bodies," But you might enjoy that too, wouldn't you?" Alastor's other hand ran dangerously up your trembling thigh, his face cool and collected as you were practically panting under his touch.

"P-Please…"

Alastor sends you a questioning look, before grinning maliciously," I didn't realize animals could speak, let alone have permission to." A harsh grip on your thigh anchored you to Alastor's pelvis, and you felt the familiar, hardened length on your core. You whined, obeying in silence as Alastor ground against you. His mouth fell open as he pressed his hips again, eager to seek some friction.

"You'd like me to use you, wouldn't you…? Breed this body like a deranged rabbit while you're helpless, defenseless under my touch…" Your mouth watered at the idea, your eyes fluttering as his hand shifted to palm your ass. His smirk was very telling, both hands moving to spread and palm your backside properly. His touch was slow and sensual on your trembling, supple body.

"Or maybe I should lay my claim here… Uncharted wilderness is quite thrilling to explore, don't you think?" His breath was so low it rattled his own ribcage. Without warning, a groan was torn from both of your throats as you bucked into Alastor's hips. Your eagerness was not unwelcomed...

Alastor was rewarded with another broken, wanton moan for his scandalous ideas and his wandering hands. He realized, in that moment, he was telling you exactly what he wanted to do to you. And, in that same moment, he decided that he didn't fucking care.

"Or maybe… maybe I can't wait--" Alastor starts to drag his lips down your form, kissing down your neck, then the valley of your breasts, then your abdominals… before landing at the hem of your still-concealed underwear. "I'm quite parched, love… Surely you won't mind if I quench my thirst, first?" Alastor's hands snake up your thighs as your nightgown is pushed up, revealing his current target: your clothed loins. His pupils shrink as he inhales, almost nuzzling into your inviting cunt. You whine weakly when he gazes up to you with mesmerized eyes; he was as bent out of shape as you were, and he was struggling to keep it concealed… Was he really going to enjoy himself, or sink his teeth in? Your heart stuttered at either possibility.

You nodded down to Alastor, wobbling as you spread your legs as far as you could. Your wrists were reminded of their predicament as you tried to move, thrashing in your restraints. You didn't speak, a firm nod your answer and consent. As Alastor kissed your awaiting heat, he shifted your legs onto his shoulders, alleviating the pressure on your feet. Had you not been so aroused, you would be heavily flustered by this gesture: a kindness yet something so brazen, even for your sweet beau.

He squeezed the meat of your thighs, humming as he licked a warm, wet stripe between your covered lips, the fabric of your panties already drenched with your arousal. You swore you saw his eyelids flutter as he sighed against you, diving in more earnestly. You wailed with frustration, unable to feel the full effect of his tongue just yet. You cared very little, however, as some attention was better than none. Your struggled against your restraints once more, warning hands digging into your thighs. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it simmered into a moan with each wave of pleasure. You wanted to scream as Alastor continued to tease you, unable to regulate your breathing or your moans.

He wasn't kidding; he wanted to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue dancing along your drenched panties wildly. He left no surface unmarked by his sinful, silver tongue. Alastor practically moaned around your sensitive bud, your mind reeling at the sensation as your hips bucked subconsciously. Whether it was because he was enjoying himself, or strictly to stimulate your clit, you weren't sure… but that little noise sent jolts of electricity right to your core.

Despite this: you were rewarded with a nip to your pearl, a whiney, breathy moan your weak rebuttal. You secretly hoped he would tear you apart, just to put you back together and break you again.

Your mind refocused as you felt your underwear being moved to the side, a bold, eager tongue now attending to your bare, puffy folds. You shrieked his name, whimpering from the stimulation. His tongue worked dexterously, licking and coddling every curve, dip, and crevice. Alastor's movements were now raw and unfiltered, MUCH to your delight.

Your legs caged his head, squeezing him closer to you as you felt your orgasm forming at an alarming rate. You couldn't help but mewl, head falling forward and limp as Alastor buried his face into your mound. His straight, rigid nose prodded your clit as he drove his tongue into your aching entrance, your taste and scent engulfing his thoughts. You let out a long, satisfied moan as he began to pump his long tongue in and out of you, working both his spit and your arousal in and out. The slick skin-on-skin squelching did nothing to calm the fire behind your eyes, toes popping with how violently they curled. Alastor continued his brutal pace, unable to get enough of your taste, scent, and special, little cries that were made just for him.

"F-fuhhh~ F-Fahhh--! Ahh! A-Al!" you cried, wanting desperately to use your words; you tried to give him a warning. You were near your climax, tears pricking your half-lidded eyes. You heard Alastor grunt into you, hands rubbing and kneading your thighs, as if asking you to crush his head more. You obliged, bucking into his mouth as your release started to approach. He had his mouth full, no doubt! Even so: you swore you heard Alastor moan and whisper into your folds hastily, suckling and swirling your clit to make you cum.

"F-Fuck-- Oh fuck, cum for me, then--"

Your body spasmed, head tossing back sharply,"F-Fuck, Al-- Al!!! Fuck, cumming--"

The dizzying affect swam over you swiftly, a scream that could be mistaken for pain filling the tiny shack you were in. The force and sudden rise in pleasure was overwhelming, almost maddening as Alastor wound you back down. You were gently set back onto your feet, legs shaking... All the while, his tongue never stopped, making you whine from overstimulation.

"A-Al… please, that's-- G-God! You can stop now-- Ahh~" You would have doubled over if your hands weren't restrained, your tongue lolling out from between your lips. The delightful slurping from below didn't cease, and seemed to become even more feverish. Alastor smiled up at you, parting for just a moment before licking his slick-covered lips.

" Am I not allowed to have seconds, dear?"

Your face seemed to catch on fire as you try to formulate a reply. However, Alastor's mouth knocked it out of you, head vacant as he continues to ravage you. He suckled on your abused clit, hands holding your hips in place as you tried to squirm away from his devious touch.

"F-Fuck! F-Fuck, Al, please--!!! T-Too much-- Ahhn-- T-Too much!!" you cried, your wrists chaffed against the rope that bound you.

Alastor did not relent, instead pressing you further into his face as he feasted upon you. His slurping and gulping nearly doubled with a grotesque volume, his eyes wide and watching you. You trembled under his intense gaze, rushing towards a very intense, unnecessary second orgasm.

"F-Fuck-- Alastor!! A-Al! Fuck, don't--" you whined, tears streaming down your face as the searing heat of the new orgasm washed over you," Pl-Please-- FUCK--"

Another shriek bounced off the walls as a hasty, overwhelming feeling flooded your loins. You winced with embarrassment as you felt a sudden gush of warmth coat your sex and thighs. Of course, Alastor was on the receiving end, but didn't seem to mind, his tongue only slowing when you were practically sobbing into the afterglow. Your legs completely gave out on you, wincing as your arms held your entire body aloft," F-Fuck… Fuuuuckkk…" you whined as your head spun, your eyes blurry from the pleased, hot tears that stained your face. A sweet, warm hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look Alastor's way.

"An absolutely breathtaking meal, darling…," Alastor panted, his eyes warm but still full of a lusty haze," Please… if you'll have me, I simply can't stop there."

When you gave him a weak but sure nod, Alastor nearly bolted to the secured rope, allowing you to descend to your knees. The warm wooden floor dug into your legs as you waited. Alastor was quick to resecure the rope before looping back to you. " If I were to ravage your pussy now, I'm afraid this little show might end early… So for both our sakes…" Alastor swiftly freed his aching cock, a hand lazily pumping his flushed member. Despite his aversion to touching himself, he sighed into the relief his hand provided.

"Won't you please… allow me to use your sweet lips instead, pet?"

How could you say no, with his words tumbling out sweetly?

With a speed that made Alastor dizzy, you beckoned him to you, tongue first. He allowed you to kiss the head of his flushed cock, eyes drinking in your expressions and your body. He had half a mind to cut the rope holding you hostage, but decided against it when you took him into your warm mouth. Alastor hastily covered his lips, stifling a groan as his other hand fisted your hair. You didn't mind, hollowing your cheeks as you took as much of him in as you could. His public hair tickled the very tip of your nose, his musk invading your senses. Had his mind been clearer, Alastor would've worried about your ability to breathe... but he had to focus on not throat fucking you first.

"Shit-- so warm--," Alastor groaned, his voice still muffled. Despite this, his words reached your perked ears, and causing your wet entrance to flutter around nothing. Alastor flinched, his hips spasming as you took him down to his base. He was jammed far into your throat, your eyes rolling back as you tried to relax around his engorged member. A choked noise and a sputter erupted around his cock, a pleased moan eagerly following. As much as Alastor was enjoying himself, you would be lying if you said choking on Alastor's cock wasn't fun for you.

"Fuck, don't hurt yourself, darling-- I don't need-- FUCK--" The moment you started to bob your head, all words and worries flew out the window, the hand in your hair beginning to guide your descent. Alastor felt like he was being incinerated, his body electrified by your wriggling tongue and tight mouth. His restraint was beginning to wane, hair fanning across his sweat-slicked forehead," Fuck, you take this so well-- Take ME so well--"

Alastor panted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as you whined around him. His grip in your hair grew harsher, his hips beginning to stir.

"So malleable, so eager-- Good God--" Alastor's head fell forward as you created a delicious, tight suction around his dick. The sensation nearly drove him to bellowing, your name tumbling clumsily from his parched lips. He stared at the point where his cock disappeared into your mouth, then up to your teary eyes. Fresh tears spilled over your flushed cheeks, his words causing a shiver to run up your spine. Alastor, completely enthralled, felt his cock throb at the sight of your desperation, gritting his teeth," FUCK-- Damn it all--!"

Straining to reach out of sight, his hand ends up landing on a carving knife. Once he could grip it properly, he hastily swings above you. You flinch for a moment, before your arms relax and fall to your sides. You realized he cut you loose, but you had no time to dabble on the thought. Alastor's cock slid out of your mouth, your jaw setting into a neutral, open shape. Alastor started to stroke himself hastily, using his other hand to gesture in a circle," Turn around-- on all fours. NOW."

You didn't hesitate when that dark, brisk command was thrown your way, clambering like a newborn deer. You turn to look back at him, wagging your hind in a teasing way," Don't want to waste a drop, huh?" you teased, a coy smile on your face. Alastor laughed, breathy and high, as he fell to his knees. He easily towered over you as he aligned himself to your dribbling, plush entrance," You know me too well, love."

The plunge of his cock nearly knocked you onto your stomach, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. To your pleasant surprise, Alastor had bottomed out inside of you. There was a slight discomfort from the sudden intrusion (one that wasn't unwelcome) as a strong arm wrapped around your torso.

" B-Bear with me. I'll fill you up soon, dear--"

You nearly cried as Alastor began to move, hips already hammering into your most intimate place at an animalistic rate. You were truly fucking like rabbits, unable to do anything but chase your own desires. Alastor buried his face into your neck, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his grunts. You were unable to stifle your own, the sounds of your ecstasy bouncing around the room. The steady, rhythmic squelching of your privates were almost drowned out by the steady plap, plap, plap against your ass with every brutish press. You were getting close... And as Alastor's voice rose with yours, you realized he couldn't be fa behind. You allowed yourself to fall forward, cheek smashed against the grain of the floorboards as you arched your back," F-Fuck… fuck me, Alastor-- Hah-- Oh god, please--" Your eyes slammed shut as Alastor's pace only increased, his hips angling in a way that stroked your g-shot with every press.

"Yes, love-- fuck yes, you want this? Harder? Faster? Fuck--" He accented your mental demands with more energy, a hand cupping your bouncing, right breast as the other caressed your stuffed pussy. He sought your puffy pearl at the apex of your cunt, and drew quick, deliberate circles into it.

" Fuck, fuck! I need you to cum-- Want you to cum--," Alastor begged, his breath hot and heavy in your ear," O-One more time, please-- then I'll make sure to fuck my-- Oh fuck! I'll fuck you full of my cum--"

Your mouth hung open, drool pooling under your cheek as you felt your orgasm building for the third time that night, your hands clawing into the wooden floor," F-Fahh-- ahh! Yes!!! Fuck me, shit-- fuck me stupid, Al!!!" you wailed, eyes flying open as he pinched your clit. You clamped resolutely around his cock, your body locking up-- Yes, yes, just a few more thrusts--

"FUCK!!!"

You came with a wail and a tremor, your lungs screaming for air as it was fucked right out of you. Alastor, watching and feeling your body unravel under him, was unable to last any longer. He pressed his forehead into your shoulder, humping once, twice, thrice until he delivered a deep, devastating thrust. Your name became a debauched mantra as you milked his cock, spurts of hot, white seed painting your core. You trembled as you felt it being fucked into you, Alastor sighing into your shoulder.

"Sh-Shit… Shit, I love you. God, I fucking love you--" Alastor cursed into your shoulder, his hips stirring again," I-I can't stop-- fuck, you keep sucking me back in--"

You whined as Alastor started to rut into you again, his hardened length not wavering in the slightest. Like an animal in heat, he proceeded to fuck you through his own climax, eager to fill you up again," F-Fuck, I'm sorry-- You feel too good. Fuck, this is--"

You did your best to look behind you, lips clumsily kissing his temple, his forehead-- whatever you could reach," H-Hahn… hah, it's okay! Pl-Please, use me… F-Fuck, you can use me again! I wanna feel you cum in me again, Al!"

Alastor needed little convincing, his overstimulation outweighed by his desire. The cries that dripped from your mouth were sweeter than the honey and slick between your legs," G-God-- God, mon amour-- FUCK!"

You were smiling deliriously as Alastor used your sensitive cunt to chase another high, head foggy and vision blurry. You could do nothing but whine and shake as you were not only fucked through your orgasm, but felt your loins boil with an impending, new release. You couldn't say a word as each thrust pushed a scream from your diaphragm, Alastor's own throes of pleasure mirroring yours. The both of you made eye contact, and for the first time in a long time you saw… Alastor wasn't smiling?

Alastor's brow was knit together, face hard and yet so flushed as his mouth hung open in a wide, desperate "O". You felt your walls flutter around Alastor, the sight almost as beautiful as his trademark smile. Hastily, Alastor pulled you up by your throat, squeezing as you were forced to face away… The growl that was rumbled into your ear did little to slow down your peak.

The smile that danced across your face was unmatched; you had gotten Alastor to completely melt into you, unable to keep his 'armor' on. He was drunk off of your body, and he was unable to hide just how much he wanted both of you to cum. You mentally cheered, unable to shake the feeling of victory as that tension in your belly snapped. You unleash a broken, primal scream as Alastor fills your womb with another load, his semen spilling out from your writhing cunt. Completely out of breath, both of your collapse to the floor. You were left gasping and wheezing as Alastor sunk into you deeper, fully sheathed and pressing into your cervix. The sensation just made you whimper into your afterglow, lips twitching as you both wound back down…

You both lay on the floor like this for a few moments-- hell, maybe for an hour-- trying to regain your bearings. Trembling hands caressed your body, while your own reached up to pet and stroke at soft, chestnut brown hair. A tired chuckle fills your ears as Alastor closes his eyes, a content sigh rolling off his chest.

"You never fail to amaze me. And, of course… you never fail to make me cum either," Alastor admits, a sheepish blush creeping across his face. You nod, your laughter just as meek," Y-Yeah… fuck, you… you did all the work," you quipped, feeling Alastor shake his head. He kissed at your shoulders, trailing them up your neck and to your heated cheeks.

"Darling, if anything deserves the praise, it would be your nethers… She put on quite a show." You lightly elbowed him in the ribs, the both of you laughing like teenagers," Or maybe your brain… for coming up with a delicious roleplaying scenario?"

You hum for a moment to contemplate, before sighing," Fair enough… I'll take that," you profess, looking up and back towards your exhausted partner," Alastor?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Thank you again, for all of this... and-- sorry about slapping you earlier," you chuckle, your face burning under Alastor's sweet gaze. He seemed entirely unbothered, shrugging," Ahh, nothing but a passionate act in the heat of the moment. Think nothing of it-- as long as you don't mind me slapping this again~" You squeaked as your ass received a playful tap, like a friendly, sportsman’s slap of approval.

"Good job~"

You rolled underneath Alastor, his cock finally freed when you sprawled out onto your back. You invited him to lay his head on your chest, which he gladly accepted. You could feel the tension in his body dissipate the moment he laid down, his eyes fluttering closed. You brushed the hair away from his face, giggling at the adorable sight of your dopey, sleepy lover.

"Alastor... don't fall asleep on me, now. We still need to get back to the cabin." Alastor groaned, brow furrowing. Stubborn as a bull, he nuzzled into your chest face-first, sighing as your heartbeat lulled him," Just a few more minutes, dear… I don't believe either of us could stand, even if we wanted to."

You hummed, patting Alastor on the head as you conceded," Touché… But I blame you for that."

"And not our heated chase, dearest?"

You snort as you try not to laugh, belly aching from holding back," Fuck, that's fair... Maybe we can play a little closer to home next time?" You smile down at your partner as he adjusts himself. Finally, he came up for air as his chin settled between your breasts, his eyelids still heavy from exhaustion.

"Oh sweetheart, where would the fun be in that? You know I love a good chase~"

He moved further up, caging your body with his as he gave you a tender, quick kiss," You can run, hide, do whatever you like... as long as we both have fun, that's all that matters– our legs be damned..." You can't help but nod and laugh, pushing Alastor back into your bosom. Your sleepy beau can't help but hum in approval, your chest a warm, welcoming pillow.

"You're right... that's all that matters. But really, I-- I love you, Alastor. I can’t help but thank you again. For all of this…" Your partner stills for a moment, a dark, intense flush coming across his face and neck. You can't help but laugh as he hides his face into your chest again, sighing dramatically," I love you too, mon ange... For now, I'll settle for saying it, as I'm far too tired to show you again right now..."

You chuckle as you crane your neck down, kissing his crown before letting your head thunk against the floor," You already show me more than enough, baby... More than you know."

The silence is calming, even comfortable as the two of you find yourselves drifting off to sleep. Thankfully, the autumn heat and the union of your bodies was more than enough to keep you warm. Both of you allowed yourselves just one, brief nap while the crickets and cicadas harmonized outside the window... A perfect, peaceful conclusion to a passionate, relentless hunt.

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A/N: I got this request a few times, so I didn't want to link it only to one of the requests. So I hope everyone who requested it sees this post then!

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, 3.123 words

Ann

The Beach was alive again tonight. Bodies pressed together around bonfires, laughter edged with desperation, the thin layer of civilization they all pretended to cling to. And yet, in the chaos, Ann found you — like always.

You were sitting at the edge of the second-floor balcony, away from the music, nursing a half-empty glass of some cheap liquor. From down below, you could hear Hatter barking orders at someone, Aguni looming by his side like a loaded gun waiting for an excuse.

Ann should have been listening to whatever was going on there.

Instead, she was here.

She sat down on the couch next to you, suppressing a grin as she saw how you beamed happily at her.

"Can I try?" you asked, pointing to her glass, making her nod as she offered it to you without hesitation.

"Sure."

"Thank you!" You held out your glass for her as well, causing her to lean forward and take a sip through your straw.

"You don't like that one?" you asked quietly, watching the way her jaw shifted as she swallowed. The slightest crinkle of her nose betrayed her opinion before she said anything.

"It's fine."

You smiled faintly. "There's better stuff in the storage. Want to take a walk with me?"

Her fingers curled lightly around your wrist. "Yeah."

No hesitation.

People noticed. Of course they noticed. It was hard not to. Ann barely tolerated most of the people here. Even those she worked with didn't get more than the required minimum of interaction. And yet when you so much as thought something, she was already acting like it was her idea.

"Oi," someone muttered from the far end of the room. "How come she listens to you and not the rest of us?"

Ann heard it. She just didn't care. If it wasn't you talking, it wasn't important.

Later, after walking aimlessly through the halls of the Beach, she followed you to your shared room. She stood guard by the door while you rifled through an old backpack of supplies.

"You don't have to do that," you said, softer now. "I'm safe with you here."

Her eyes flicked to you, like she was making sure you meant that. She didn't say it, but the look was enough: You're safe because I'm here.

After a beat, you sighed, rubbing your eyes. "I'm tired."

Immediately, she peeled off her jacket and boots, crossing the room to sit at your side. Not close enough to suffocate you — close enough to touch, if you wanted. She never demanded it. She just offered herself, quiet and steady like the ocean outside.

"Let's go to bed," she said simply. "You'll feel better after."

That was the thing: Ann took orders from no one. Hatters orders, yes, under duress — the threat of being branded a traitor hung over them all. But when it came to you? She didn't just listen. She wanted to.

And when you finally reached for her — hand sliding along her waist as you both curled into the thin mattress, blankets tangled and warm — she settled instantly.

No words needed.

She followed you. Always had. Always would.

Kuina

The sun was low, casting golden streaks across the cracked tiles of the Beach pool. Kuina sat on the edge, sleeves rolled up, legs dangling in the water lazily. Next to her, sprawled in his usual lazy, foxlike way, was Chishiya — hoodie on, expression unreadable, playing with a coin between his fingers.

"You hungry?" he asked finally, bored but curious, like it was a casual test of her motivation.

"Later," Kuina sighed, stretching her arms overhead. "The line's probably long. And I'm comfortable."

Chishiya hummed like he expected that answer, flipping the coin in his hand again. "Of course you are."

He didn't push. That wasn't his style. If it didn't concern survival, plans, or immediate benefit, he didn't care enough to push. And Kuina? She wasn't going to move for anyone unless it was critical.

Or so it seemed.

Footsteps padded softly across the tile. It was you — towel draped around your shoulders, hair slightly damp from the pool. You walked over, blinking against the sun.

"Hey," you said, smiling at both of them, but your eyes lingered on Kuina like they always did. "I was thinking of heading to the kitchen. Wanna come?"

Before Chishiya could even flip his coin again, Kuina was already on her feet, water droplets flicking off her skin as she stood up like someone had just turned her on.

"Yeah," she said immediately. "Let's go."

Chishiya blinked. Once. Slowly. He glanced at Kuina, then at you, then flipped his coin into the air and caught it again with a lazy precision.

"Mm," he muttered, gaze sharp but voice flat, "I see how it is."

You glanced between them, slightly confused. "What?"

Kuina was already walking beside you, brushing your hand with hers like she was asking if it was okay to hold it — barely containing the usual casual swagger that came with her movements. "What?" she echoed, glancing back at Chishiya with a raised eyebrow, all innocence.

Chishiya sighed, stretching like a bored cat, eyes flicking up under his lashes. "Asked you the same thing two minutes ago."

"And I answered," Kuina shot back, grinning now, unbothered. "Didn't feel like it then."

"But now you do."

"Exactly."

He huffed — a sharp, short breath through his nose. Not quite irritation, not quite amusement. Just noted.

Kuina smirked, tugging you forward playfully. "Told you. You're the exception."

Chishiya didn't bother standing. He just leaned his head back against the chair, eyes closed like the whole conversation was beneath him. "Disgusting."

You tried to hide your laugh behind your hand.

Kuina didn't bother hiding hers at all.

Mira

The Beach was a place of lies, and Mira acted like she was above it all.

Everyone followed someone here. Hatter, mostly — his vision of a twisted utopia fueled by delusion and desperation. People schemed, postured, whispered behind closed doors, all pretending they weren't pawns waiting to be sacrificed.

But Mira didn't scheme to survive.

She played.

Her favorite game lately? You.

You weren't like the others. You didn't push or posture. You didn't beg for favor or try to unravel the mystery behind her ever-present smile.

Which made you… interesting.

Tonight, you were in the common room, curled up on one of the absurdly plush sofas someone had dragged in weeks ago. A quiet buzz of laughter and conversation filled the space, but all of it blurred into background noise the second Mira stepped into view.

She drifted to you like a silk ribbon caught on the breeze, a glass of something sparkling balanced delicately between two fingers. Sitting beside you, she crossed her legs elegantly, every movement choreographed like a performance only you were meant to watch.

"I'm so terribly bored," she purred softly, swirling the drink lazily. "Aren't you?"

You glanced at her sideways, smiling slightly. "We could go upstairs, get away from this crowd."

Mira's lips curled, amused.

It wasn't a command. It wasn't even a request. It was a suggestion. And that was the trick of it.

She allowed you to say it. And she allowed herself to follow.

"Mm. What a lovely idea." Her voice dripped with condescension and delight in equal measure. "I was thinking the very same thing."

She stood, slow and deliberate, as if deciding whether or not to humor your whims. Of course, she already had the answer. She wanted to. That's why she let you offer it first — it made the entire game so much sweeter.

A couple of people nearby glanced in your direction, some wary, others curious. Mira, taking suggestions? Doing what someone else said? Impossible.

But Mira only smiled wider when she saw them noticing.

Poor things. They thought they understood power.

As she offered you her free hand, she leaned close enough that only you could hear the whisper:

"You make such wonderful suggestions. Almost like you think you're in control."

Almost.

But you both knew the truth: it was a shared game of power, wrapped in silk and sharp teeth, and the fact that she listened — or rather, let you believe she listened — was the highest compliment she could offer anyone in this place.

"As you wish," she whispered.

Her hand was warm. Her eyes glittered.

The game continued.

Aguni

Aguni was a storm in still water. Always silent, always on edge, as if every breath was being held for a fight that hadn't started yet. He followed Hatter, sure, but even that wasn't obedience. It was tolerance. Barely.

People around here were used to Aguni hesitating, challenging, questioning, resisting — always a wall that refused to bend.

So it caught people off guard, every single time, when it came to you.

Like now, for example.

The Beach was humming with another one of Hatter's ridiculous speeches, people gathered near the center like moths to a dying flame. You stood off to the side, arms folded loosely, eyes flicking over the crowd with vague disinterest.

Aguni stood behind Hatter, arms crossed, looming like judgment itself.

But when you glanced his way, it was like the tension in his shoulders shifted.

You waited until the noise of the speech softened behind you before you approached. You didn't bark orders. Didn't even whisper commands. You just stood near him, close enough that he noticed, but not close enough to push.

"Come with me?" you asked softly, eyes steady. "I need a break from this circus."

That was it.

No manipulation. No sweet-talking. No expectation.

Just you, asking.

Without hesitation — without that usual pause, that calculated resistance he gave everyone else — he pushed off the wall, boots heavy on the tile, and followed.

No one could believe it. He didn't even glance at Hatter for permission.

"Where the hell's he going?" someone muttered near the door.

Aguni ignored them like they didn't exist. To him, they didn't.

Because it was you asking. And you weren't asking for power or plans or violence. You were just asking for him.

The two of you ended up in one of the quieter hallways, where old posters clung desperately to cracked walls. You stopped near a window, letting the faintest breeze cut through the heat.

Aguni stood nearby, close enough that his presence felt like a fortress around you.

"You don't have to follow me everywhere if you don't want to, you know," you said eventually, giving him a sidelong glance, a small smile teasing the corner of your mouth.

His eyes didn't waver. "I know."

"Then why?"

He shrugged. "You asked."

Simple. Final. True.

That was the thing with Aguni: the world could burn, alliances could shatter, Hatter's empire could fall apart—but if you asked, he would come with you. No hesitation. No fight for control.

It wasn't weakness. It was choice.

For you, he chose to listen.

Always.

Niragi

The Beach was loud again — laughter a little too sharp, music turned up a little too high, the faint scent of sweat and smoke clinging to everything.

And there was Niragi, leaning back in a chair like he owned the entire place, rifle propped lazily across his lap, boots kicked up, sunglasses pushed into his messy hair.

A predator at rest. Dangerous. Untouchable.

People steered around him like they could feel the temperature rising near him. Except for you.

You walked over without hesitation, barefoot, soft steps on tile, head tilted with that curious look you always gave him. Not like you were afraid. Like you were studying him. Niragi hated being studied.

Except when you did it.

"Bored already?" you asked, settling into the seat across from him like you had every right to.

He smirked, sharp and mean on the surface but with something slower curling underneath it. "Of this?" He gestured lazily to the party. "It's pathetic."

You glanced at the doors leading out to the garden, away from the noise, where the air might be cooler. "We could go out there. Get away from all this."

He chuckled, head tipping back, the sharp edge of teeth flashing in the light. "We could, huh?"

"I'm just saying," you added lightly. No pressure. Just suggestion. Soft, sweet, nonchalant.

And that's what made it fun.

Niragi shifted forward, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thunk, rifle slung lazily over his shoulder as he stood, slow and casual.

"You think you can just tell me what to do?" he teased, coming to stand over you, all sharp angles and heat, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted your skin. "You think I'm gonna follow you around like a dog?"

You looked up at him calmly, unbothered, letting your lashes lower just slightly, the barest smile playing at your lips. "No," you murmured. "I know you don't have to. Just thought you might want to."

God, that was the thing, wasn't it? That voice, soft like silk, all innocence wrapped around something sharp and knowing.

He could say no. He could, really. And sometimes he told himself he might, just to remind himself he could. Just to keep the upper hand.

But he never did.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, stepping back with a lazy stretch. "Only 'cause I feel like it."

Of course.

You stood, brushing past him, and he followed. Always followed.

People noticed. Of course they did. Aguni clocked it silently from across the room with one glance, one sharp tilt of his head, but said nothing. Mira's smile flickered, knowing and poisonous.

Niragi didn't care.

You didn't command him. You asked. Sweetly. And it made him want to give you what you wanted. He could take control back any time, he told himself.

Any time.

Just… not right now.

Last Boss

The Beach could be deafening sometimes—not just the music, but the constant buzz of human desperation beneath it. Everyone wanted something here. Power. Control. Safety. Survival.

And then there was Last Boss—silent, strange, drifting like smoke through the rooms with that katana slung over his shoulder and that quiet, unnerving smile on his lips. People stayed out of his way. They didn't talk to him unless they had to. Even Niragi, for all his mouth and violence, left him to his own rhythms most of the time.

Except you.

You didn't avoid him. You didn't flinch when he passed. And most of all, you spoke to him like he was a person, not a weapon.

It was starting to get noticed.

Like today—mid-afternoon heat rolling over the broken glass windows of the Beach, people scattered around like lazy predators waiting for someone else to bleed first.

You spotted Last Boss near one of the pillars, leaning back, blade balanced behind his neck, the strap hanging loosely across his shoulders. Watching. Always watching.

"Hey," you called softly, walking over with your usual calm step. "I can't reach one of the cups at the bar. Want to help me?"

That's it. No command. Just a request. Like you could've asked anyone. But you hadn't. You'd asked him.

His head tilted, an unreadable little grin curling faintly at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even answer.

He just moved.

Past other Beach members. Past wide eyes and whispered mutters. One hand on his katana's sheath, the other casually lifting a cup off the too-high shelf for you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He handed it to you with deliberate care, fingers brushing yours, dark eyes focused on only you.

"Thanks," you smiled at him like you'd won the lottery, like it was more than just plastic and empty drinks and cracked tile beneath your feet.

He nodded once, barely perceptible, as if speaking would break something between you both.

Niragi, lounging nearby in a half-drunken sprawl, squinted at the interaction. "Huh," he muttered around a lazy smirk, licking his teeth like a wolf sniffing something new. "Didn't think you liked helping people, Last Boss."

Last Boss didn't answer.

Didn't have to.

It wasn't about helping people. It was about you.

He didn't follow anyone's orders here, not really—not even Hatter's. Aguni gave him direction sometimes. Niragi dragged him into violence on wild nights.

But you asked.

And he listened.

No blade. No threat. No transaction.

Just you, soft and alive in a place full of rot, asking for something ordinary like his help reaching a drink. And to him, it was everything.

Chishiya

"Come with me?"

Two words. Soft, not desperate, not demanding.

You were standing by the pool's edge, sunlight cutting off the water in sharp, glassy ripples, reflecting light onto your skin. Chishiya looked up from his relaxed sprawl on the chair nearby, one knee hooked over the other, his hoodie sleeves pushed up just enough to show forearms that didn't look as soft as his face made them seem.

"Seriously?" His voice, as always, dry and unimpressed. "Is this the part where you drag me off for some sentimental nonsense, or should I be expecting actual murder?"

"Neither," you replied, smiling slightly, used to his tone by now. "I just wanted to get a drink. You don't have to come."

That's the thing—you never said it like an order. Not like Hatter. Not like Aguni. Not like everyone else scrambling for some kind of leverage around here.

You didn't want anything from him.

You just… asked.

Chishiya sighed like you'd asked him to dig a grave with his bare hands. "You're exhausting," he muttered, pushing himself up anyway, sliding hands into his hoodie pocket like it was the most inconvenient thing in the world.

And yet—yet—he was already moving.

People noticed. Of course they did. People always noticed when someone like Chishiya listened to someone else. But no one dared say anything about it, not really. Too risky.

As you started walking toward the small bar area, you heard his voice behind you, that same flat sarcasm curling at the edges.

"You know, I could be doing something useful right now. Like planning everyone's eventual demise."

You glanced back over your shoulder. "And yet here you are."

His lips curled—barely. Annoyed. Amused. Fond.

"Must be my lucky day," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he followed.

That was the trick with Chishiya. No one could make him do anything. If he was with you, if he stayed with you—it was by choice. There were no angles to it. No hidden plan.

Not everything needed to be strategic.

Sometimes… he just liked how you looked at him when he agreed.

Like he wasn't a puzzle you were trying to solve. Just someone you wanted next to you.

Even if he'd complain about it the entire way.

Masterlist

Alice in Borderland Masterlist

#alice in borderland #Ann x reader #Ann Rizuna x reader #Kuina x reader #Kuina Hikari x reader #Aguni x reader #aguni morizono x reader #niragi x reader #Niragi Suguru x reader #last boss x reader #takatora samura x reader #mira kano x reader #mira x reader #chishiya x reader #Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

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petew21-blog · 10 months ago

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A 5 star review

"Ok, Luke and one final question. A very well known and feared movie critic, Marcus Montoya, in his latest review for one of your films, has called you stiff and boring for a gay guy. What would you respond to him if he were here right now?"

"I would tell him to come see me at Lotus club tonight and we'll see which one of the two of us is the boring one. Haha"

"Ok, thank you for answering and have a great day"

Lotus club, Friday 10:14 PM

Luke:"Oh look who we have here. I really didn't think you would show. A straight gay in here. And you actually look bored."

Marcus:"Bored from watching you and your movies"

Luke:"Look, I don't know what you have against me, but it seems personal. If you wanna talk about it, spit it out. If not, then let me show you how gay people have fun. What do you think?"

There was a slight change in Marcus's expression that showed he wasn't really gonna talk, which Luke immediately noticed. Luke smiled and grabbed his arm and took him to the dance floor. They danced and drank for hours.

Luke:"So you're not into me. You're not gay and I haven't done anything bad to you. Why do you hate me then?"

Marcus:"It's my job to say mean stuff about people. It tends to bring out the best in them."

Luke:"That's a stupid theory. So, why coming here?"

Marcus:"I wanted to see if you can have fun"

Luke:"Oh I can show you even more fun"

Marcus stopped dancing and leaned Luke's ear.

Luke:"Oh don't worry honey. I won't tell a single soul. Let's go"

They arrived to Luke's appartement. Still drunk. One a bit hornier than the other.

They kissed all the way to the bedroom.

Luke:"Wanna top?"

Marcus:"I don't even know what that means."

Luke:"Jesus, you straight guys. I'll walk you through it."

Luke positioned himself on top of Marcus. Flexing for him

Luke:"You like these guns?"

Marcus stayed silent. He looked like he was concentrating hard enough to stay hard.

Luke felt dominant. He was fucking his tormentor. It didn't matter who had dick in whose ass. It mattered that his tormentor was now beneath him. His straight tormentor.

He could already feel his dick pulsating inside of him. He didn't wear a condom. Luke knew that this guy wasn't the type to transmit anything. Besides, he wanted all the cum inside of him. He wanted to feel all of it

Luke collapsed on the bed. Except Luke now felt a bit heavier and there was a very hunky man breathing heavily next to him

Marcus:"I really didn't think I'd convince you for having sex with me. Damn, for a gay sex this was a thrill. But I don't think I'll be doing that ever again. Or atleast for some time necessary."

Luke:"How did this happen? How did you do this?"

Marcus:"Relax. It resets back after we have sex again"

Luke:"So we're not stuck like this?"

Marcus:"Calm down, man. You'll get to have sex with yourself. Not everyone gets that chance. Now tell me where can I get some water?"

Luke still perplexed:"The... Kitchen. In the kitchen. There is filtered water."

Marcus got up with his new borrowed body. Luke was observing his new hairy and not very well maintained body.

Luke looked up as he heard footsteps coming back from the kitchen

Marcus:"I kinda lied about the sex part"

BANG. One bullet shot from the gun held by Luke's body

Marcus was now standing in his own appartement, clean from all the blood he had to scrape from his new body. Getting rid of his old body turned out to be much harder than he thought.

He went through all the steps in his head, just to figure out if he didn't forget anything.

"Honeyyy? Are you finished?" a voice echoed from the hall behind the door

"Yeah. Come in, love. No need to be ashamed. It's still me." Marcus answered with joy

His wife entered the bathroom.

Jessica:"Oh looking good, sir. I'm almost blushing from looking at you. I feel like cheating."

Marcus grabbed her by the waist and sat her down on his lap while sitting down on the toilet.

Marcus:"As if we haven't done this many times now. So, how do you like my new body?"

Jess:"Very handsome, very sexy. But... I'm not feeling so comfortable about all this gay stuff. Are you sure it wouldn't be easier to find someone... more normal?"

Marcus:"Oh honey, I'm queer now. You can't say that shit in front of me"

Both of them laughed out loud

Marcus:"I'll mention in another interview that God showed me the right way or some other bullshit. Can't let all the people know what really happened to Luke."

"Now, let's introduce this dick to your pussy. I have to beat that thought of fucking ass out of my head."

Another story request from inbox

Could you do a story where a straight movie critic swaps bodies with Luke Macfarlane?

Btw don't be like this fictional Luke and WEAR A CONDOM 😁

#male body swap #body swapping #body swap #criminal body swap #Celebrity body swap #body switch #straight to gay #gay to straight

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literaryslapshot · 1 year ago

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hi!!!!! i was wondering if i could request the reader forgetting date night w rafe because she was jus so busy?? maybe like angst to fluff :))

february prompts | rafe cameron x reader | reader is kind of a ditz, please send more rafe i am down so bad

the tick tock of the clock makes your mind go crazy. watching as time goes by, picking at your nails while you anxiously listen for the hum of his truck and the scratching of his tires against the gravel road outside of your house. anxiously waiting.

it wouldn't be the first time he was late, though. he'd been late a few times before, you got used to his bad habit. very rarely was he twenty-five minutes late. by now, you're sure that they already gave your table away to someone else. maybe if he shows up in the next ten minutes you can still make your movie, but you have doubts.

five more minutes, then i'll call.

four went by. you heard a familiar sound outside, but you turn around to see it's a truck pulling into your neighbors driveway.

three went by. you felt your phone buzz, but it was just an update from instagram.

two went by. one went by.

"hey rafey, what're you up to?" you ask nervously, staring at the clock that keeps mocking you with it's tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

he sighs on the other end of the line, "i'm still up here at work, why?" you bit your lip at a silly attempt to keep from crying. as soon as one tear fell more and more continued to fall.

"well, um, remember how we had reservations tonight? at that new place downtown?" you mention through tears and he hears it loud and clear. he almost drops his phone in anger and disappointment at himself. you hear him sigh and knock his fist against something a couple times.

"baby, i am so sorry," he whispers. you hear on the other side of the phone rafe shuffling a few things around, the jingling of keys and heavy footsteps.

"if you leave now i can meet you at the movie theater," you interrupted.

"what? no, no i'll pick you up. no need for you to drive all the way over there. i'll be at your place shortly," rafe quickly shut your idea down. he ended the phone call and you remained sat on the couch until he walked through your front door with the key you gave him.

he did just a few minutes later. rafe didn't greet you with a hug or a hello but instead he pressed his lips against your own and he placed his hands on your hips.

"i'm sorry sweetie, i got too distracted at work," he pulled away and tucked some hair behind your ear. it was always work that took him away from you. honestly you weren't even sure what rafe did for work. you knew that it had something to do with his dad, but he never told you what his exact job or title was. rafe just explained he works so that he can buy you all the things you want, take you to anywhere you want, and then some.

"c'mon lets go to the movies," he took your hand and walked with you out of the house. he reached up to tap the top doorframe of your front door and when he did his shirt rose up and you saw a gun tucked in the back of his pants, you gasped a little. what did he do for work that caused him to carry a gun with him?

rafe was a tough, almost scary man to some people. he was never scary to you, though. throughout the night he made up for him being late, getting a little handsy during the movie and going out for ice cream after, getting you as many scoops as you wanted.

"rafey," you asked while changing into your pajamas for the night, "what do you do for work again?" the question had been lingering all night in your head, you couldn't even focus on the movie because you kept wracking you brain. had he told you, and you just forgot? were you not paying attention when he told you?

"i told you sweetie, i just do boring stuff, stuff you wouldn't understand. i just make enough money so i can spoil you silly," he answered you coming up behind you and giving you a kiss in the curve of your neck.

"well, i saw your gun tucked in your pants. it kinda scared me, what do you do for work that makes you carry a gun?" rafes heart rate began to go up a little bit as he felt his cheeks get red.

"that's just precaution, lots of freaks out there." rafe kisses your cheek and pulls you back to the bedroom. he always keeps an extra pair of pajamas in your closet for the nights he stays over, which is often. "c'mon, let's go to bed."

he lets the hum of some documentary lull you to sleep in his arms. he takes a breath of relief, he doesn't know how much longer he can keep you oblivious.

#j's writing #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron angst #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks blurb #obx imagine

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spoonfulofmilo · 6 months ago

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Mick x driver!male!reader but childhood friends to rivals to lovers trope pls?

been writing this for so long, but I love it so much, and I'm finally happy with it :)

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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mick schumacher x male!driver!reader - childhood friends to rivals to lovers

2004

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“Micky, Micky!”

Michael watched as the 2 kids smiled at the camera, both struggling to hoist their trophies up for the trophy. He saw the trophy tilt and tried to cry out, however it was too late.

Y/N could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his head hurt. He’d heard his friend Max’s dad say that men don’t cry, and unless he was dying, there was no reason to cry. But he was 5 and the impact that the metal trophy had made with his head had really hurt.

But before the tears could fall out, Mick had already placed both his and Y/N’s trophies on the ground and was giving his best friend the biggest hug, and trying to stop him crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay You’re okay. This only hurt because it scared you. It doesn’t hurt as badly as the karting crash from last month, you’re okay, aren’t you.”

Y/N wiped his tears and nodded, trying to smile as he gasped to get his tears under control. Mick gave him the biggest hug ever as he stopped crying and picked up his trophy again.

Michael watched as the photos began again and the 2 kids smiled. Those 2 were going to do great things some day, he knew it.

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2009

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Michael didn’t think that Y/N would be happy when he got out of the kart. Mick and him had been fighting the entire race, miles ahead of anyone else and it had looked like Y/N would win it.

Until Mick went for a daring dive down the inside of Y/N’s kart, resulting in a spin for Y/N. He’d gotten back, gotten up to close to Mick again, but that spin had been costly, as Mick crossed the line and Y/N crossed it in second.

Michael didn’t even try to look for Y/N’s parents. They either would’ve gone home, expecting Michael to bring him home, or they’d be waiting in the pits for an opportunity to berate their son.

If they had done the former, Michael reckoned he would simply decide to let Y/N stay over for a sleepover tonight. He needed it.

As Michael wandered down to the pits where the drivers were finishing and parking up, he tried to blend in. It was easier than it used to be, back when he was racing he’d spend a while after every race taking photos with a couple of kids, talking to them, trying to convince them not to give up on their dreams even when it’s impossible. But now, ducking through, he was almost invisible.

And as he approached the two 10 year old boys, all he saw was jubilation. The 2 kids were happy, celebrating each other.

‘Papa! Papa! Did you see that, I won!’

“He did very well, even though I’m not exactly happy about that dive down the inside.”

Nothing about Y/N’s face indicated that he was unhappy, except for the darted around eyes that signalled he was looking for his parents.

They weren’t here. Clearly. Michael pulled Y/N into a hug. “C’mon, let’s get you 2 on the podium, and then we can head home. You wanna stay at home tonight?”

Michael didn’t even realise he had referred to his own home as Y/N’s home, as he saw his face light up.

“Home sounds good,” smiled Y/N, as he darted off to follow Mick to the podium.

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2019

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“Mick. I get that we were friends, back in karting, but life happens. Stuff happens. We’re both gunning for the championship and the f1 seat.”

“That doesn’t mean that anything has to change between the 2 of us, Y/N. We never let that stuff get between us usually. We were fighting for seats our entire childhood, and it never got between us then.”

“Yeah, well, this is the big leagues, Schumacher, sink or swim. I would wish you good luck out there, but I think I need it more.”

Y/N smiled at Mick, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a planned smile, like he knew what he was doing the whole time. Then he turned and left the driver room, heading towards the garage.

Mick tried to stop his eyes welling up with tears. First of all, Y/N was his friend. He didn’t know where this competitive spirit had come from. Well, Y/N had always been competitive, but not an asshole. And right now, he was being an asshole.

And Y/N knew of all people how much he hated his last name. How he hated when people referred to him as Schumacher, how he wanted to be seen as his own person, not his father’s son. And yet Y/N had called him Schumacher.

“Fucking asshole” was all Mick thought to himself as he prepared for the race.

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2020

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Y/N looked like he was going to throw something. Or murder someone. Or crash his car into a barrier. He looked positively fuming as Prema surrounded Mick, congratulating him on his driver championship and celebrating the team’s championship.

But Y/N, the person who’d been with him since karting, since they’d both been born. That was who he wanted to see and talk to. He bounded towards where the other prema driver was getting weighed.

“Y/N! Y/N, we got the championship!”

Y/N didn’t respond, just simply nodded, before listening to whatever the official was saying and wandering away from Mick.

As if he didn’t exist.

“Y/N” he called again, seeing him take out his headphones, maybe he hadn’t heard Mick’s calls. He could hear his family and team calling out, ready to celebrate. But he wanted to celebrate with Y/N.

Mick called out again “Y/N.”

“The fuck you want Schumacher?”

“I… wanted to celebrate the win with you. We won the teams championships. We should be celebrate.”

“Yeah, congrats. Congrats on your seat for next year as well.”

“I- oh, c’mon Y/N, you’ll get a seat. I bet Christian Horner’s just seeing how long you can hold out before he gives you the Alpha Tauri seat.”

“Yeah, well. Currently you have a contract and I don’t, so excuse me if I’m a little salty.”

“Y/L/N.”

Mick saw the way his jaw tightened, as he heard his father’s voice.

“I have to go, now Mick. Enjoy your win, and congratulations.”

Mick watched him walk off, towards his father. He saw the way he curled in on himself, as his father slung his arm around his shoulders.

Days later, when Y/N’s seat at Alpha Tauri was confirmed, Mick messaged him congratulations.

Y/N didn’t message back.

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2022

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“When did you start hating me Y/N?”

Mick was pissed. Y/N had nearly taken him out early in the race. He hadn’t spoken to him in years, since the end of 2020, over a year ago. He missed his childhood friend, and the fans had too.

Finding childhood photos of the 2 of them, often with Michael, had brought up more painful memories than he would like to admit.

Y/N was hyper aware of the cameras following them through the paddock, and so continued walking until he could pull Mick into a quiet corner where the cameras couldn’t reach them.

Inevitably, Y/N thought as he pulled Mick into the side of a motorhome, this will end up on the next season of drive to survive, but god do I care, no.

“I never hated you Mick. I tried to make myself hate you, but I couldn’t. You could hate me, and I would still love you.”

Y/N tried to retract the ‘l’ word as soon as it came out of his mouth, covering his mouth and praying that Mick didn’t hear him correctly. Yeah they’d said ‘i love you’ to each other as kids, but that was when they were young, and kids and they didn’t understand the word, or the world that they lived in, or themselves fully. It was just another silly childhood promise.

Besides, while Y/N understood himself as queer, there were never any queer drivers, and he was probably about 95% sure that Mick was straight. He’d been spotted with girls through the junior formulas and he’d even been introduced to a couple of the girls. They were all lovely, but they never seemed to last a long time.

Mick's eyes widened as he heard the love word come out of Y/N’s mouth. Honestly, he was confused as to how he never saw the signs of Y/N’s queerness. The fact that there was 1 girl in karting, when he was 14, and then she never showed up again. The way his eyes had always lingered just long enough that it was unusual, but not long enough to cause any real suspicion. The way he’d gone on a few dates here and there, but always been super hush hush about the whole thing, not mentioning it until after it had happened. The way those dates had always had they/them pronouns, or they hadn’t been named.

“Y/N…you love me?” Fuck, Y/N had really fucked this up.

“No,” Mick’s heart dropped “No, I, fuck fine. It’s not like I’m ruining any friendship. Yes. Yes. I love you. And I have since, well not the day I met you. Maybe when we first got into single seaters… fuck i don’t know, but yeah i love you.” Y/N took Mick’s silence badly and just decided to walk out towards his driver’s room.

Mick didn’t follow him.

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2025

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Y/N couldn’t even be pissed as he crossed the line second behind Mick. The Ferrari just seemed happy, even from 5 seconds behind.

“AND MICK SCHUMACHER CROSSES THE LINE FIRST TO WIN THE GERMAN GRAND PRIX AND CLAIM HIS FIRST EVER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, and there’s his father on the screen looking every part like the proud dad that I’d imagine he is right now.”

“That’s right Crofty, it may not be the 7 world championships that Schumacher Sr achieved, but still this championship must mean so much to him.”

Mick pulled in to the pitlane, behind the number 1 stand, and he just sat in the scarlet Ferrari crying.

He had done it.

He had won a world championship.

Y/N pulled up beside him in the dark blue red bull, smile evident even after losing the championship.

He watched as he pulled off his helmet, watching as Mick embraced his family, his mum, his dad, his sister, his niece. He stood to the side high fiving his team, and thanking them for a great year. Next year would be their year.

And he didn’t exactly try and stop Mick as the German ran towards him, helmet off, and pulled him into a kiss.

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t1track · 6 days ago

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I've been craving obsessed with Carlos lately (more than with Leon rn) and brainstormed some hcs because why not? We're now in a Carlos-less world, and I need him back urgently 😫 anyway, hope you all enjoy it!

Oh, also, thank you all SO MUCH for all the love on my first post here!!! So glad that it got to be a Sanji request 🤍

SFW & NSFW 😋 proofread? kinda of. First time writing hcs, I'm open to ideas/suggestions.

SFW:

Gardener: After all the chaos in Raccoon City, he'd totally get into gardening. Not fancy stuff, just happy plants or flowers wherever he lives. He probably talks to them, mostly sharing stories about his previous work life and how shit went down. He firmly believes his plants grow because they feel sorry for what he went through. (He’s so funny)

Secret-not-so-secret animal lover: He acts tough, but he's the guy who'd bring home every stray cat or dog. He'd grumble about them, then let them cuddle on his bed and share his food. Fostering animals? A dream turned into a nightmare every time he had to hand over the animals to their new owners. “I know it’s for a good cause, but I will miss them,” he always says.

Mr. Fix-It: He's not just good with guns. He can fix almost anything! Leaky faucets, broken radios, even ripped clothes. He probably learned it all from surviving in the field. If you say, “Oh, I need to fix this thing,” the next thing you know, he’s already doing it. Handy Manny who?

Bad joke king: He just LOVES telling cheesy jokes or wild stories from his past. He exaggerates a lot, but always makes you laugh, even if you roll your eyes. Can you blame him, tho? This is literally how he flirted with you, and now guess who’s sharing his bed? Yeah!

Always prepared (no, like, literally): Going on a simple walk? He's got snacks, a mini first-aid kit, and probably a tiny flashlight. You never know, right? He's just always ready. He says that he learned that you could never be overprepared. You showed him videos on TikTok of people packing their water bottles, thinking he would laugh with you, but on the next day, he’s got you two water bottle bags for the 10 min walks.

The "Carlos-less World" vibe is always there: You know how some people just make everything better? That's Carlos. Life just feels a little safer, a little funnier, and a lot more right when he's around. A world without him? Unthinkable. No, thank you!

NSFW:

Dirty talker & tease king: Carlos loves to whisper exactly what he wants to do to you, or what he imagines doing, while his fingers just barely graze the sensitive skin of your inner thigh or the curve of your ass. He lives for your shivers and gasps, then laughs, “Are you going to be good for me tonight and cum for me?” before making you wait.

Greedy: He's not subtle about his craving for you. In bed, he takes what he wants and makes sure you give it freely. He'll pull you deeper, grip your hips, and demand every gasp and moan you have, making sure you're begging before he lets up. He enjoys your submission as much as you enjoy his control. You are almost begging for his cock to be inside of you every time.

Mouth that craves: His mouth is a weapon of pure pleasure. He'd dive straight in, hot and open, finding all your wettest, most desperate places. He loves to make you writhe, using his tongue and teeth to push you over the edge, proving he knows exactly how to make you come apart. You’re his slut, and you are going to give him exactly what he wants. He’s always pushing your legs even more apart so he can better position himself between you.

Hands-on ownership: His hands are never still. They'll roam everywhere, finding every soft curve and hard line. He'll grab your ass, spread your legs, and pull you tight against him, making sure you feel every inch of his cock. He needs to feel you, taste you, consume you, marking you as his. His hands are never still, even when fucking you so deep you can barely make a sound. It just gives you both more pleasure. He’s always playing with your body with his hands.

Your pleasure slave: This man is INSANE. He's a willing, eager sub when you want him to be. Tell him to kneel, tell him to beg, tell him to wait. This man thrives on your command. He wants to prove how good a boy he can be, finding intense pleasure in pleasing you exactly how you demand, his eyes burning with devotion even as he's on his knees for you. Honestly, him being on his knees just makes his work easier to do since he can simply position himself right in front of your core and make you see stars.

He loves watching: Carlos loves nothing more than being in control of the show. He'll pin you with his intense gaze with a knowing smile spreading across his lips, then murmur, low and rough, "I'm gonna watch, you're gonna play." He lives for the way your breath catches, for the flush that rises on your skin as you obey. His eyes, dark with pure lust, devour every move you make, every shiver, every moan, pushing you to scream for him, making sure you feel every delicious inch of his demanding attention. He wants to witness every single moment you come undone, knowing he's the reason it’s happening. If you start slowing down the pace or can’t hold it anymore, he puts his hand on top of yours and helps you keep moving. “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?"

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira headcanon #carlos oliveira smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #carlos oliveira x you #fanfic #headcanon #re3 remake #resident evil 3

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minakooo · 3 months ago

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Nurse! DK x Vampire! Reader

A.N: Okay soooo i have no idea what I wanna write but I'm going to be writing a lot of one shots and experiment because I wanna try and get out of my writers block.

Warnings: mentions of blood, biting, needles, feral reader, a bit suggestive, reader might be toxic, If I miss any I apologise!

Poor old you, who knew at your time of need your calls would be answered by a simple human?

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"Dokyeom, stay safe!" Vernon waved at Dokyeom, who was leaving the hospital to go home. Vernon was one of his colleagues but he worked as a receptionist while DK worked as a nurse. Some might say he should've gone and been a doctor but he was fine with his job, it really wasn't different in his eyes.

"I will!" Dokyeom replied back with a smile on his face. He loved his job regardless even if it was tiring.

The hospital is his second home. He's worked here for years now and he's comfortable, plus the pay is nice, the environment is perfect and the work load surprisingly isn't much. It's always been peaceful and it always stays that way, except today was the busiest day ever.

Tonight was exhausting, multiple deaths all because of one thing. Blood loss. Completely sucked dry patients who couldn't be saved even if they reached the hospital on time and all of them had bites marks on their necks. Police said it's connected to the house break-ins but some local aunties say it's a demon.

Dokyeom sighed as he sat down on the driver's seat of his car. The only thing he heard was ringing in his ears. Everything that happened, it wasn't easy to continue your day after seeing multiple people cry and go crazy. But he still had a life outside of work. After a few seconds of silence he decided to start up the car and get ready to drive back home, lay down on his comfortable bed and go on with his night.

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God. Oh fucking god. This shit wasn't worth it. Nah ah, "Be a vampire it'll be so fun!" "Humans are easy to kill!" Bullshit!

You groaned as your stomach ached in hunger. This fucking sucked because you had expected to find a victim easily but ho ho ho, not a single human came in sight. The only people you saw were the police, you would go after them but they had guns and you were still a newly turned vampire.

"Hunt at night my ass." You scoffed as you remembered the suggestion that a certain vampire friend of yours, Mingyu, gave you. As a new vampire you asked Mingyu a lot of questions on how to hunt, how to stay fed, etc; because he's been a vamp longer than you. What you didn't realise is that the people here would notice and start a whole case. The worst part was finding a new place to hunt. It isn't easy not when a lot of vampires are territorial.

You clenched your jaw before wrapping your arms around your stomach to try and soothe the pain, but it was useless. Your legs were already giving up on you. You had to act fast, and without a second thought you rushed over to a nearby house.

You collapsed outside near the back door, it didn't take you long before you passed out. The last thing you heard was a cat parking near the house.

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Dokyeom parked his car and quickly pulled the car keys out. It was already late now, he left around 12:00 am but since the hospital is a bit far he reached around 12:55 am.

He ran his fingers through his hair then moved his hands to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Home sweet home." He chuckled as he picked up his stuff and opened the car door. Everything looked fine, no sign of entry or damage. Maybe the criminal because of the police?

He didn't think much of it as he walked over to the front door and unlocked it. The house was quiet; it was always quiet at home. Dokyeom inspected the place for a bit just to make sure nothing really happened to the house while he was gone. When everything looked okay Dokyeom simply placed his bags down on the sofa and left to take a shower.

Some time later he came downstairs, his hair still wet from taking a shower and now he was wearing casual clothing; his uniform for work was thrown in the washing to clean later.

He went straight to the kitchen and quickly made a sandwich for himself before he would go to bed. But while cutting some tomatoes he heard something or someone from outside. No one in their right mind would be awake at this hour so what the hell was that noise from outside his backdoor?

"Is anyone there! Hello?" Dokyeom whispered shouted as he carefully took a few steps to his kitchen's back door. If he had to be honest, he was a bit scared right now.

He hesitated for a bit before he swung his backdoor open and froze.

[Thud]

Dokyeom looked down at his feet and his heart sank when he saw a lifeless(?) body on the concert floor.

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You slowly opened your eyes and when you awoke you were reminded of the pain that had previously led you to pass out. "Ugh.." You heard a person groaning and then you felt a sharp sting in your arm, an injection, your eyes jolted open.

"Who are you?!" You sat up and immediately jumped on the random person. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help!!" You growled as you looked down at the man.

Dokyeom was terrified, even more when you saw your fangs. What the fuck was happening right now?! He tried to push you off but you were too strong.

"I said, who are you."

Dokyeom felt his breath hitch when he felt your sharp nails on his adams apple. He stared at you with both fear and vulnerability. But all you could see was a victim, one that ended up pricing an injection into your body.

"My name is Dokyeom! I work as a nurse at the nearby hospital! Please let me go!" Dokyeom was only supposed to reveal his name but he revealed more information than needed. Though, a nurse, a hospital, this human had access to blood.

Your nails trailed down his adams apple to his chest as you pressed them down to slightly stab into him. "Why did you take me?" Your voice roared in the living room and it almost seemed like he whimpered before he stuttered a reply.

"You were unconscious next to my backdoor! I got worried.." He closed his eyes expecting you to hurt him or kill him, but you scoffed at him. "That must be a joke. Do you know what I am human? A vampire. A demon. A creation of Dracula."

Holy shit the aunties were right.

You snarled your fangs at him but groaned, the hunger was killing you. You needed blood and this human looked so delicious, handsome even, he smelled like..honey?

"If you stay still I might let you live." You held his face tightly, squeezing his cheeks as he nodded quickly. You could hear his heart racing and you could just feel the anxiety in him. In mere seconds you leaned his head back and sunk into his neck.

He gasped loudly, Dokyeom was shaking in fact as you drank his blood.

God, god it was delicious. It tasted better than you most humans oh they all tasted the same but this nurse, this sweet nurse tasted like honey and strawberries. The whole time you didn't realise that you were pressing your body against his. His blood brought you pure ecstasy and you licked up the blood that was slipping down his neck.

Dokyeom was going crazy, the pain was driving him crazy, how close your blood pressed against his, the licking, why was it getting so hot?

You chuckled as he leaned back from his neck and looked at him proudly and with excitement. "You might feel a few things. That happens to humans, happens to vampires as well. "Say, you're open to try new things right?"

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EEHHHHHH I DON'T KNOW IF THIS WAS GOOD. I WANNA MAYBE TRY AND MAKE A PART 2 THOUGHHH

Tell me your guys' thoughts on this fic and if I should make a part two!

#seventeen dk #dokyeom #dokyeom svt #svt x reader #svt #seventeen #seventeen x reader #vampire reader #vampire x human #nurse x vampire #Written by Minako #toxic reader #vulnerability #Nurse Dokyeom #vampire #nurse #crime

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admirationandromantics · 7 months ago

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Going overboard, 8: Revelation

Hope you liked yesterday's treat! Don't worry, Josh's fine (so far) so don't think about the fact that you just beat the crap out of him. It just had to happen. Anyways, the exam went okay I guess, and I have more, but the worst one is done so I'm finally ready to take care of the longer fics I've been planning on writing. So here's chapter 8, only 3 more to go now!! Remember that requests are open and my blog is always 18+ because of mature content <3

The silence is deafening, Mike sitting on one side, and me on the other. We never got close like I did with the other guys. There was mostly just a friendly comment here and there. Everything I knew about him was from when Emily talked about him, which she used to do a lot.

“Want to tell me about Jess?” I try asking, looking up at him.

“No.” I nod. At least I tried, but I get why he’s like this.

“Want to tell me about Josh?” he asks, pointing his head in his direction. I look down, shaking my head in reply. I can feel my eyes water. Hours upon hours of stress built up. Mike is breathing heavily, as if to steady himself. I wonder if he’s thinking about Jess, and I wonder how everything played out for him.

“She was taken from behind” Mike suddenly says.

“Huh?”

“Jess.” I look at him confused.

“We had just come to the guest cabin, and she thought some of you guys were playing a prank on her. She went outside and started shouting. I looked out at her, and I didn’t see anything, but when she came inside again…”

“What happened?”

“The glass on the door shattered, hands grabbing her from behind, and she was dragged out. There was a rifle, and I took it. I ran after her. We went down some mines and I found her scratched up in an elevator.”

“Good lord…” I whisper, reminding him that I’m still listening.

“Well, the wires snapped, and the elevator fell. I don’t know how far, but considering her condition at the end…”

“I’m so sorry Mike” I walk over, laying a hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles.

“I saw him, he walked up to the Sanatorium on the mountain.” My brows furrow. That’s a bit of a walking distance, especially to be back in time for the ‘killing Ashley or Josh’-bit.

“The Sanatorium?”

“Yeah, and there was all of this stuff, and wolves and things.” A revelation goes through my head, and I don’t know why I questioned this before.

“Wait, Mike. This cannot have been Josh”

He looks up at me, confusion plastered on his face. “What?”

“I was with Josh after you and Jessica went. We had to turn on some water for Sam, we played with an ouija board and… some other stuff”

“You were with him?” he points to Josh.

“All I’m saying is, I’ve had my eye on him tonight, and when I didn’t, he was busy fucking with Ashley and Chris.”

“So you’re saying that there is a real maniac on the mountain?” My heartbeat quickens. I forgot to think about the present, all of us now. If he killed Jess, he might kill the rest.

“If that’s what you saw,” I whisper, looking for confirmation from him.

“It is.” Shit, a light goes on in our heads at the same time, we need to tell the others. We need to warn them, and we need to get off this mountain. He stands up, ready to leave.

“Okay, let’s go.” I’m about to follow when I suddenly stop, remembering the third person in the room.

“What about Josh?”

“I didn’t think about that” he states, hand scratching his neck. As we stand in silence, a loud scream is heard. A girl, not Ashley or Sam.

“Emily!” I shout. He looks worriedly over at me, before turning to look out the shed.

“Here, use this if the maniac comes!” He throws me the gun, and I catch it with ease.

“Make sure she’s okay” I urge him, and he nods before running out in the winter cold. I close the door after him, making sure that as little snow comes in as possible.

The second I do, a low grunt is heard behind me.

“Josh?” I ask, concern taking over me.

“What the hell?” he groans, carefully raising his head. I run over, taking his head in my hands. I lift his hair from his forehead, noticing a bruise starting to form. Shit.

“I’m so sorry Josh, I freaked out. You were saying stuff, and things started bubbling up and you just won’t shut up and everyone got fed up…” I start rambling, eyes feeling sore and dried up for the night. My throat is closing up, it feels dry from the cold and hurts. He just looks at me, confused like a child.

“J-Josh? Can you hear me?”

He blinks a couple of times, several emotions overtaking him.

“Yeah I do. You knocked me out.”

“Josh, I’m so sorry” I cry, face falling in his lap. He shifts, and I’m suddenly aware that he’s still tied up.

“Shit, I’ll fix that for you, just… Please don’t run back to the lodge. We need to talk.” He nods approvingly. The knots the guys made are complex and many, but I manage to get them loose. When he’s free, he stands up, and I’m afraid that he’s going to run. He looks at me, his eyes soft with a tint of darkness.

“Do, do you remember everything that happened?” I ask, slowly walking towards him. One step at a time in a careful manner. His body tenses, and I stop. I don’t want to scare him away. I look down, seeing the gun in my hands. I take a deep breath before putting it on the ground. He watches my movements carefully, seeming a little more at ease when the weapon is out of reach.

“This was not how any of it was supposed to go down, you-” he stops, looking down, kind of ashamed.

“I know, I know Josh, but we’ve just discovered that there are more things at stake here than your prank” I counter, taking another step.

“I mean, we, we were together, and I didn’t want to hurt you and-”

“I know, it’s okay. I figured you weren’t quite yourself” I add, finally standing in front of him. He looks down on me, skin scraped and voice hazy, but his mind, a little clearer. A make a move, my hand going to his waist, holding lightly. Before I can proceed, both his arms swing around me, holding me tightly against his chest. I fold my arms around him, hugging tightly back. His heart is beating rapidly, breath hot against my neck as he digs his head down. I give soothing strokes on his back, trying to remind him that I’m here, I’m real and it’s okay.

He pulls back, and I mirror his movement, not daring to do anything drastic to trigger him. His hand moves to my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“You’re here?”

“I promise I am”

“And you’re really here?”

“Please trust me, I am here. I’m here with you” I add, taking his hand in mine and kissing him. He looks a mixed between calm and stunned, two opposites encaged in a troubled mind. “We’ll be out of here in the mor-” I start, but am interrupted by a loud scream.

I look around the cold, dark shed. There’s nothing here. The scream comes again, like a mixture between a choking man and an angry animal. What is that? The sounds continue, seeming to get closer and closer. I look back to Josh, but his once soft blue eyes have turned dark again. His body tenses, and he moves away from me.

“No, no, no, no, no, not them again, leave me alone!” he shouts, and I close the distance, shushing him and telling him to calm down.

“You don’t own me! You don’t own me!”

“Josh, please” I whisper. He rips away from my grip and starts running for the doors. Crashing into them, he keeps yelling. They both open wide on the impact making slamming sounds when they hit the walls and bounce back a little. I’m about to run out to him when a large skinny creature stands beside him. I stop, stunned at the sight. It’s built like a human skeleton, just larger and wrinkly. The eyes are dark and lifeless, glossy in a gross dripping way. The mouth is giant, long teeth curving on the outside of it. Josh keeps shouting and cursing.

“No, you don’t get to do it!”

The creature suddenly takes hold of him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Shit shit shit. The monster slams him into the ground, knocking him completely out. I run for the gun, taking it and turning around ready to aim. They’re both gone. I run outside, not hearing anything.

“Josh!”

“Shut up!” an unfamiliar voice says. I turn around, finding Chris with a crazy-looking old man.

“What’s going on, are you okay, where’s Josh?” Chris asks, an arm placed on my shoulder for comfort. I don’t know how to answer.

“I- um, there was this animal…” Another awful scream is heard in the distance and I tense up, shivers running down my spine.

“Get back to the lodge” the man orders.

“But Josh-” Chris protests. The man moves closer to him, talking in a low voice.

“First, the Wendigo, he’ll render you immobile.” Wendigo???

“And then, he strips the skin of your entire body, piece by piece. And then, he keeps you alive and aware and feasts on your organs, one piece at a time” the man continues.

“So… the lodge then” Chris admits in defeat.

“Let’s go now, it might still be near.”

Chris grabs hold of me, urging me to go in between the man and him. He’s got a shotgun, finger already on the trigger. We move a few paces, and I hear cracking and choking-like sounds.

“Wait, don’t move” the man commands. I instantly stop, holding my breath while looking where I can. I don’t see anything. Chris’s hand is still on the shotgun, and I try to find the trigger on my own gun.

“Be very quiet”

We stand still for a few seconds, until the man slowly moves forward. We follow slowly, looking around. I hear steps, a gallop like a horse approaching, and the wendigo moves swiftly towards us.

“Run!”

We both push forward, starting on the path to the lodge.

“Go, now, now!”

The wendigo jumps in front of us, making Chris and I hop backwards. Fire emerges beside us, and it runs into the forest again.

“Holy shit, what the fuck!” Chris cries. My ears are on high alert, and I feel my pulse through my throat, beating quicker and harder.

“We’re right out in the open, we need to get out of here!” the man shouts. The wendigo leaps forward again, and I only see blood as the head of the man falls off his body and onto the ground. My breath hitches, hand going over my mouth. What the fuck is going on. What is happening?

“Chris” I tug at his sleeve, urging us to run. The wendigo stops, screaming at us. Chris aims the shotgun and shoots it. I grab his arm hard, forcing him with me. As we’re running, I hear it running behind us, catching up easily. We run under a fallen tree, and Chris stops.

“Chris!” I shout, a few metres away. The wendigo jumps at him, but he shoots it yet again. He turns around following right behind me. A little jump down almost gets me, and I make my way down as carefully but quick as I can. Chris jumps down after me, hurting his foot in the process, but we can’t stop.

We arrive at the lodge, but Chris grabs my clothing on my back, making me stop. The wendigo is right outside the door, screaming at us. He shoots it again, and it falls back. We try for the door, but it gets up on its feet again. I point my gun at the oil-filled barrels, pulling the trigger.

“Down!” and I push him on the ground, covering my ears. The wendigo flies past us from the explosion, and I help him up and go for the door.

“Guys! Open please!”

Ashley opens the door, quick to close it when we’re both inside.

“What happened?” She looks down, noticing Chris’s sprained ankle.

“Not here” I urge, signalling for her to help me get Chris further inside. We hear a tug at the door, and that’s enough for all of us to run. We go down the stairs to the basement, and are met with Sam, Emily and Mike.

“Oh my god, guys. Thank god!” Emily exclaims, running to hug me.

“What took you so long?” Sam asks Chris. She looks around, noticing some absences. “And where’s Josh? The old man?”

“He-um…” Chris starts, but he just looks down, not managing to complete his sentence. Ashley grabs hold of him, taking him to a counter and making him lean against the wall. I put the pistol down on the table beside me.

“That man, he’s dead” I say, Chris letting out a choked cry. “That thing, the wendigo?”

Sam nods, encouraging me to go on. “It took Josh. I was grabbing the gun, but they were gone.” I feel completely empty, tears having been used up for the night, a wave of apathy washing over me. I feel like a robot. Maybe this is what survival mode is, the body going off completely on natural instincts, no time for thinking nor grieving. I’ve grieved too many times tonight already. I won’t believe anything at all unless I see it happen.

“No, no, no, no” Emily exclaims in needy pointless cries.

“The flamethrower guy, he was torn apart by the wendigo” Chris explains. I try to get the picture out of my head.

“Oh god…”

“Alright, are these all the doors?” Mike asks. Sam nods at him.

“Are you sure?”

“What are you looking for?”

“Another way out”

“Mike, I really don’t think that’s a good idea. We should stay put here, until dawn.”

“What happens at dawn?” I ask.

“Got someone on the radio, they’ll come and rescue us” Emily explains to me.

“At least we’re safe down here” Sam continues, trying to persuade Mike.

“Oh, yeah? All wrapped up like a little present with a bow on top, for that thing to tear us apart like it’s christmas morning?”

“People will come for us… in the morning”

“You don’t sound so sure”

“That’s what’ll happen, right Em?” Emily looks unsure, her confidence leaving her body.

“Yeah, I mean. Right?”

Mike rolls his eyes, walking fast around like a crazy person. “Well, you can wait, I’m leaving” he says as he walks deeper into the cellar.

“Mike, there’s no key for the cable-car” Emily adds. Mike turns, a light switching on in his mind. “Josh! He’s gotta have it!”

I feel my body light up by the mention of his name, but only for a second before remembering the last time I saw him. The time I didn’t do anything to save him.

“One of his dirty little tricks, so we couldn’t get down the mountain while he orchestrated his whole thing”

“Great, great!” Sam says disapprovingly, arms thrown in the air.

“If that fucking thing got a hold of Josh… then… we shit out of luck.” My blood boils at the disrespect.

“He’s still a person, Mike. Try to have some sympathy for someone being ripped apart by a fucking monster”

“That’s not what I meant, I was thinking about us here, those of us who are still alive”

“Well, can’t you understand that he’s dead? What if I were to babble about how fucking inconvenient is was for me that Jessica was ripped apart”

“Hey, shut it!”

“No, you need to fucking think before you talk!” I yell back.

“Both of you, lower your voices!” Sam scolds, and I hum a little sorry back to her. I walk to the other side of the room, arms crossed, eye contact with Mike. He looks defeated. I didn’t mean to touch that nerve, I’m truly sorry about Jessica, but it doesn’t hurt for him to think a little. Chris is standing in the other corner, still looking down and shaking. Emily breaks the silence.

“It might be possible”

“What’s possible?”

“It may have taken him down to the mine”

“What?”

“I saw some horrible stuff down there, I think it’s where that thing lives…” She stops, grabbing hold of a dark book she found.

“Hey” Chris whispers, I look over at him.

“Josh might not be dead, remember. The wendigo keeps its prey alive, so he might still be”

My mind clears a bit, relief coming over me.

“I’m going down there” Mike says. “I’m going down in that fucking monster’s bedroom and getting both Josh and the key” he continues, looking over at me. I give him an appreciative smile and mouth ‘Thank you’.

“After that, I’m going to get us all the fuck out of here”

The others are busy looking over the things laying out on the counter, not paying attention to his hero-speech.

“Em, what is all that?” Sam asks.

“Stuff from that guy’s bag”

“Is that a map?”

“That guy was prepared for anything”

“Not quite”

“What is this place?”

“I was down there, it was horrible” Mike explains. “There had been a cave-in, miners got trapped and like some of them survived. They got medical help and stuff at the Sanatorium, but there was also so much stuff. Like a bloodied torture chair and-”

“Hey, Michael, I would rather figure out how we’re gonna get the fuck out of here please?” Emily interrupts.

“I’m just saying, it’s weird how much crazy shit’s gone on up here…”

“What’s weird is that there’s a tunnel leading from the lodge to the Sanatorium, see?”

“That’s how I got back here”

“I saw this when I was down there” she points to the nest. “That’s where it lives”

Ashley gets a scared look on her face. “Em?” she says in a shaky voice. “Em, what is that?”

“Huh?”

“What is that?”

Emily turns around, and for the first time, I notice a large, bloody wound on her shoulder. I uncross my arms, taking a step towards her to look closer. Ashley moves back, a panic response on her part, and Mike does the same.

“Ash…”

“Em, oh my god, oh my god, no, no, no” Ashley chants to herself.

“It’s nothing, it just bit me and-”

“It bit you? What bit you?”

“The, uh, the wendigo”

“It what?” Mike chimes in.

“It’s nothing, really, it’s not a big deal, it doesn’t even hurt anymore”

I look closer, taking her arm and turning her towards me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m okay, and it doesn’t hurt, it’s not that bad”

“Em” Mike says firmly. “If that thing bit you…”

“I know what you’re thinking, and I’m fine” she explains, taking a step towards him. He takes a step back, and I can see the hurt in her eyes.

“Are you?” “Yes!”

“Emily, at least let us check it out” Sam offers.

“Emily, if the wendigo bit you, you could turn into one…”

“Oh that’s ridiculous!” Sam says.

“Is that how it works?” I ask.

“The man. He said it was from eating each other, remember? He said that!”

“So if it bit her?” I ask.

“Then she’s going to become one of them, and then she’s going to turn on us” Ashley finishes, freaking out and moving to the other side of the room.

“You can’t be down here with us” Mike says, and Sam, Emily and I look at him in shock.

“What?”

“Mike” I try, but Emily’s talking over me.

“Are you kidding me?”

“You’ve got to go, you’re putting us all in danger”

“Like hell I am!”

“Emily! You can’t stay here”

“Guys, we don’t know if it works like that” I interrupt.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just a bite” Sam adds.

“I’ve seen what these fuckers can do…” Chris starts. I think back to the man in the forest, his head slicing right off, body falling to the ground. “And I don’t want to see it again” I look down, unsure of what to do. What if it works that way? What if Emily turns into one of them and kills us all.

“What is this? Guys, what are you doing?” Emily cries out, voice cracked and scared.

“Door’s right here” Mike points. “I am letting you do this voluntarily”

“Oh no! You’re just trying to make yourself feel better about sending me to my death since you know there’s a wendigo up there ready to rip me to pieces.”

“Oh my god, will you just go?” Ashley screams in her face. “Go, get out of here!”

Mike walks up to the table, grabbing the gun and pointing it towards Emily.

“Woah, Mike!” I warn. “You’re not gonna shoot her”

“Mike, put it down” Sam pleads, grabbing his arm. He shoves her away.

“You’re gonna shoot me? Mike, me?” Emily asks, tears welling up in her eyes.

“This is the safe-room Em”

Emily creeps up on the bench, arms around her legs, holding herself.

“Please”

“It’s not safe as long as you’re in it, not for us”

She starts crying, and I see Sam turning away, not bearing the sight.

“Mike!” I try again.

“Please don’t, please” she pleads between sobs. “Don’t do this”

“I’m really sorry”

He stands still for a couple of seconds, before lowering the gun. “I can’t do this” he exclaims.

“Oh my god…” Emily breathes out.

“You did the right thing” Sam comments.

“I hope you did” Ashley adds, still keeping a distance. Mike’s still walking to and fro in the room.

“Maybe… for now” he says, cursing at himself. He points at her.

“Keep an eye on her, and if you see anything weird, you know what to do”

“Yeah”

“No one leaves, okay? It’s not safe out there. I’ll be back soon” he says as he makes his was deeper into the cellar and down the tunnels. As the door closes, Emily lets out another breath and puts her legs down. I run over to her, hugging her as she silently cries in the crook of my neck. Everyone is silent while Ashley walks through the room, again noticing the black notebook. She picks it up and starts reading.

Emily quickly composes herself, drying the last tears and signals for me to give her a little space. I comply, moving away.

“This says that since wendigos are mutated from humans, when they hunt us they know how to perfectly mimic their prey”

“So, they can make human sounds? Sounds like us?” I ask, getting shivers down my spine. She doesn’t elaborate, and continues reading.

“Oh, no, no, no, no” she starts repeating.

“What?”

“It says that the bites are not infectious.”

“What?” Emily exclaims. I walk up to Ashley, and she hands me the book.

“The bite doesn’t do anything” I explain. “Emily, you’re gonna be fine”

“It says that?”

“You’re safe, you’re not changing or dying from this. You’re gonna be fine” I repeat.

“Fine? Mike almost shot me, is that fine?”

“He didn’t shoot you-” Sam says in a low voice, trying to remind her of her volume.

“And this bitch almost let him!” she points at Ashley, walking towards her.

“That’s not fair” I add. “She was scared, and based on the little information we had, there seemed like a fairly possible chance”

“I’m the one who’s scared” she spits back.

“I’m sorry Emily, I’m so, so, so sorry” Ashley pleads. “I didn’t know what was going to happen, none of us did”

“There’s no excuse, there’s no excuse for this!”

“Please, just try to understand Emily”

“Understand the palm of my hand, Bitch” she says, before slapping Ashley in the face. Ashley holds her hand to her cheek, continues apologising and retreating into the corner. Chris is still silent, not having raised his head once since the pistol-episode. I look at him for a while, making sure he’s still present.

“Shit” Sam exclaims.

“What?” I ask.

“Shit, shit, shit. We’ve got to get to Mike, like now!”

She starts walking, and I look at the others, confused. We follow, and I make sure Chris is still with us. Luckily, Ashley’s walking beside him, helping him keep up as we move further down the dark halls.

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stereax · 4 months ago

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hi hello hey !!!

Are you already tired of Four Nations Faceoff? Don't want to watch Auston Matthews wail on the Finnish lack of d-corps tonight? Don't have a way to watch it?

Or: Do YOU want some relatively low-stakes hockey that's highly French, starting at 7 PM Eastern time?

After the success of Wednesday Night in the Dub, the QMJHL took a look at the WHL and said "we're gonna do the same thing, but in Quebecois" and enter: Duel du jeudi soir!

This week's matchup is the Gatineau Olympiques vs the Rimouski Océanic. Rimouski is the second-best team in the Q, with a .730 points percentage, and have already clinched the playoffs. Gatineau is... the second-worst team in the Q, with a .347 points percentage. And last week on DDJS they got shitcanned 9-4. So it's likely enough they get shitcanned again this week. But it'll be fun! And in French!

Also, if you're a Pens fan, you probably know the Océanic as Sidney Crosby's junior team. Did you know the Olympiques are Claude Giroux's junior team? Now you do!

Here's some players I'm keeping my eye on:

Rimouski

Mathieu Cataford (#77): MATCAT! MATCAT!!! Beloved VGK prospect, part of the Jack Eichel trade actually! Doing sicko stuff in the Q. Had a torrid start to the season (36 pts in 20 games) but has slowed down considerably since then, partially because he was part of Team Canada at the WJC! "Our beautiful energy guy from the Q", as van @puckpocketed calls him <3. One of only two Q players to be at the WJC actually, the other being Ethan Gauthier, beloved Volt (hangs up Chekhov's Gun on my wall). Third on the team in points. Played for the Halifax Mooseheads for his first years in the Q, including dragging them through what I understand is a Season From Hell in 23-24, but got shipped up to Rimouski when the Mooseheads decided they needed to rebuild.

Lou Levesque (#67): Boybestfriends with MatCat! Honestly don't know much else about him except that the Océanic got him in part because MatCat wanted his friend from Halifax. Doesn't look like they're linemates right now, though.

Keep an eye out for Alexandre Blais (#22), the leader of the team in points, and Jacob Mathieu (#81), team leader in goals. Also Jonathan Fauchon (#16) who casually leads the entire Q in points but isn't the team leader because he was traded to Rimouski midseason. Blais-Fauchon-Mathieu seems to be their top line, with MatCat as 2C.

Gatineau

Jérémie Minville (#27): Carrying this god damn team on his back, so help him God. Had a shooting percentage of 4.9% with Rouyn-Noranda, including his second year with a shooting percentage of 1.9%. He is a winger. Got traded to Gatineau and remembered he was elite apparently and cranked out a 38G season. He has 29 on the year already this season, too. Also he's from Drummondville (polishes Chekhov's Gun).

Jan Golicic (#21): Only Guy Drafted on the Olympiques. Tampa Bay draft pick. Slovenian! Import drafted to the Q and chose to play with this team instead of trying his luck in the USHL-NCAA pipeline. God bless him, truly.

Lukas Landry (#17): VOLT! Former Drummondville Voltigeur (shoots Chekhov's Gun repeatedly can you tell I have a favorite team in the Q CAN YOU TELL YET). Also he's 5'8". I know nothing else about him :3

Gatineau is what I like to call a "goalie explosion chamber"; they brag about their top goalie having a .878 save percentage and five wins, and they have had one shutout all year. They play at the Centre Slush Puppie and have an open casting call for people who want to play music before their games on the Budweiser Stage. I don't know if they're real?

Lyam Jacques

Lyam Jacques (#22, Gatineau): VOLT! VOLT! VOLT! FORMER VOLTIGEUR! And from Drummondville too!

That's not the important thing about him, though. The Volts acquired him this year and let him play a few games for the home team before trading him off to Gatineau. Where did the Volts get him from, you may ask?

Rimouski. Who cut the veteran forward after 2.5 seasons. And traded him to the Volts for a 2025 7th-round pick. (Which, by major junior standards, is basically future considerations.) And then the Volts played him a few games and shipped him off to Gatineau for a 2027 5th.

Is Lyam Jacques good? Not really; he accrues far more penalty minutes than points. Is he playing? Nope, he's been a consistent healthy scratch for Gatineau since he got there. (EliteProspects is lying to you!) Which is saying something, given that Gatineau is such a bottom feeder @neonfretra is naming it after a Cuda player.

But in MY head this is the Lyam Jacques bowl <3 Two teams fighting over a mid-at-best fourth liner, like God intended <3 Loser has to keep him, no take backsies <3

Are you in? Great! You can watch DDJS FREE on YouTube here! (They archive past DDJSes too!) The game tonight starts at 7 PM Eastern :D

And if that doesn't convince you... well...

Hope to see you in the #ddjs lb tag tonight!!

#ddjs lb

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mullermilkshake · 17 days ago

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Two and the same.

An anniversary dinner shouldn't be this complicated.

Doppelgänger!Hiromi Higuruma x Fem!reader Tags - That's not my neighbour fusion, I played the base game but I'm not up to date with what's out now. I had the idea and ran with it lol. Canon typical stuff? Guns

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“Right, I’m heading out now, can you put me on today's list?”

“Do you have your identification card on you?”

You rummaged through your purse to check that it sat nestled inside the little pocket. It was.

“I do, will that be all I need to get in?” Unfortunately, doormen never seemed to last long here. They all did things differently.

This guy was new. The handsome type who thought he knew everything. But what you found with these types of guys, was that they usually didn’t know how the world worked.

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’ve already memorised your number by now, and I’ve cleared the visitor waiting in the foyer for you.”

He has a name… at least the last guy remembered his name. You won’t last long, buddy.

Still, you threw him a smile and picked your battles. “Thanks, you’re a doll. See you later.”

You were feeling more confident than anything today, the eve of the second anniversary of your relationship and you were certain that Hiromi was going to propose the idea of living together.

He’d been hinting at it for a while now and in truth, it was just easier living together than having to go through two checks every time you and he wanted to see each other in person. Doppels were everywhere, lurking in the shadows and in plain sight, hiding in people's skin awaiting their moment to enter an apartment complex and other personal spaces for their own selfish and twisted needs.

It was more tiring than climbing a mountain unprepared.

Your heels clacked on the hard linoleum floor, sticky from residue from the previous clean ups by the D.D.D. It squelched and never cleared right, so maintenance stopped bothering to clean it. The grunginess paired perfectly with the chipped and cracked walls and slight mould edging on the corners where the rain had seeped in.

The place was a dive if you were honest, which most of the time you were. It was all you could afford in the crashing economy. Though Hiromi’s place wasn’t much better, and his salary practically doubled yours, being a legal representative of the D.D.D.

Doppelgangers were to blame for it completely. They were slowly ripping apart the city piece by piece, snatching people and replacing them permanently. Even some of your friends you couldn’t trust anymore. Not even family.

As you turned the corner, Hiromi stood by the entrance reading one of the posters that weren’t hanging off the wall or had fallen off completely.

“Hi, baby.” You said, approaching him with a straight posture and kissing his cheek.

It had to be tonight. It had to be the night he asked you to move in with him so you could get out of this dump and spend the rest of your life with him.

He kissed you back. “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go? There’s a bar down the way I’d like to take you to before we go to dinner.”

“I’m ready, I have everything I need. A bar sounds really good right now.”

Work was taxing to say the least, since Doppels had surfaced, your job focused more on insurance for related attacks instead of travel or home protection. Your workload had doubled in the last year and did not show any sign of letting go any time soon.

You took Hiromi’s hand and laced your fingers with his, stepping out onto the street. You had never grown used to the overhead speakers constantly going outside, nor the sirens to alarm for cover if a Doppelganger attacked in public. The automated and mechanical informant voiceover was something you developed a hatred for, though still managed to block it out most of the time.

“All residents must have their identification cards on them at all times and be ready to present it to a member of the Department of Doppelgänger Detection if asked. Failure to do so may result in an arrest and full investigation which will be made visible on your record… All residents must have their-“

“I’m gasping, work has been running me ragged lately.”

You were sure a nice drink would settle you, the hope of being asked to move in was a little unnerving especially if he didn’t ask in the end. You would be left disappointed, but could never invite yourself, however you were contemplating asking him anyway.

He definitely wouldn’t propose marriage at all, would he? No. Not when the two of you weren’t even living together yet.

Hiromi smiled and squeezed your hand, walking in pace with you right up to the bar. A cute little place just opened, lined with copper tubing and art deco designs on the ceiling with tall ceiling to floor stained glass windows.

“This is nice, can’t believe they opened so quickly.”

The table in the corner was free, it took a winding path to get to it around small tables and pairs of two conversing over glasses of wine and signature cocktails. It was tucked away, like a booth out of sight and isolated enough to speak freely without disruption.

Hiromi let you sit first and slipped off his suit jacket, folding it neatly and placing it down on the booth seat beside him. “They took on extra hands to get the date pushed forward to open it. They found a few Doppels among the staff so they took a hit but they were able to get their insurance to cover the expenses. So they were able to open early.”

“Well it’s perfect, we should come here often, maybe link up after work so we don't have to keep going through the doormen every time we want to see each other.”

“That sounds great.” He smiled and looked through the drinks menu.

“So how was work?” You asked, fiddling with the other little menu sandwiched between the little copper holder in the grainy wooden table.

“Work is work, we had a Doppel impersonating a member of the team today, it was difficult to say the least.”

“Oh god, that’s terrible. Did you get it sorted in the end?”

He looked away, his eyebrows closer together as he frowned. “I didn’t really want to get into it tonight. But… the D.D.D, they got the wrong person.”

Another lost colleague. Insurances claimed through your company were often due to this sort of incident, especially in high places such as the D.D.D. It was growing ever present and becoming more and more rampant as the months went in and the end of year was in sight.

People were tired, exhausted from the high season of summer and Halloween and couldn’t be as vigilant anymore even though they desperately tried to be.

“Oh… Hiromi. We- oh god, we can leave this tonight, you just lost a team member we can-“

Hiromi took hold of your hand, studying the colour of your nail polish. “No. It’s fine. I think a night out will be a welcoming distraction. I didn’t really know them well anyway, but I just want to see you tonight… if you still want to have dinner with me?”

“Of course I do, baby. I just want to be there for you however I can. If there’s anything I can do- if you want to go home at any time, just say the word.”

The thought of Hiromi asking you to move in flew from your mind right through to ordering drinks from the waitress.

He smiled, though it was sad enough once she had left. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?”

“I try my best when my man is so damn perfect himself.”

You watched him shake his head and get bashful, Hiromi rarely ever did show his shy side. “No… I’m far from perfect. But I try to be, for you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So… tell me something.” You tried to take his mind off of the bad news. “When do you plan on coming back over to mine then? Yuji misses you, y’know?”

That cat was friendly to everyone, he often walked the hallways and meowed at others doors for food despite your constant scolding at him. He was sort of like the entire apartment complex’s cat at this rate. But there was no one else he wanted to be around beside Hiromi if he was in the room.

You swore if that cat was a person, all he’d do was talk about Hiromi like he was his own father. Yuji often slept out in the balcony, the high wind rustling his thick and fluffy fur on summer nights and on clear days, you were certain that he'd wait there just to see if Hiromi would come and visit.

“Yuji… he’s something, isn’t he?”

“He is. For a cat, I can’t believe he’s so energetic when he sees you. He’s often so lazy and just lounges with me watching movies. He’s just a cute lil ball of fur these days.”

Hiromi nodded with a smile and sat back when the waitress brought the drinks. “He’s very cute. I’ll come by soon… or maybe tonight?”

“You want to come to mine tonight?” What changed his mind? “I thought you wanted me to come to your place tonight?”

He shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “I thought about it, but it might be nice to change things up. To be spontaneous every once in a while.”

“You, spontaneous? I can get behind that.”

Hiromi Higuruma was entirely methodical, a place for everything and everything had its place sort of guy. Spontaneous wasn’t exactly in his wheel house.

You blinked at him, thinking something was different. But the doorman cleared him.

So you shrugged it off and continued talking. “So tell me, Mr spontaneous, what else have you changed your mind about?”

“Well, I think it’s time we took the next step. You and me.”

Oh shit, is he going to ask me? Would Hiromi really ask you to move in with him?

“Okay…” You did your best to act natural, like you hadn’t thought it over the last week agonising about what he might ask.

“I love you. So I don’t see the point in waiting.” He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small box.

What.

“I want you to marry me.”

What?

“Uh… Marry you- we aren’t even living together.”

He smiled again. “When you know, you know.”

“Hiromi-“

“Get down on the ground!” The windows shattered, you instinctively ducked and let an involuntary scream leave your throat.

Hiromi took your hands and squeezed them. “Are you alright?”

“I-I don’t know! Is that the- what are they doing here?!”

The D.D.D. had infiltrated the bar from all sides, their yellow suits unmistakable amongst the gathering crowd.

“It’s alright, just be calm. I’m sure there’s a reason they’re here.”

You rummaged through your purse for your identification card, clutching into it until your knuckles white. If you lost this, they’d arrest you for sure. Taking your time getting it out from your bag, they’d grow antsy and wave a gun in your face.

The large yellow radiation suits trudged around the bar area, then one turned to face you and walked your way.

Don’t come over here. Please don’t come over here- shit.

“Identification cards please.”

You offered yours up right away, keeping your hands where everyone could see them. The man in the suit looked at your card and then back at you, the pistol at his side practically grinning at you.

“Thank you, you’re clear to-“ He paused and pressed his finger to his ear. “Right… okay…”

He pulled out his gun and pointed it right to Hiromi’s head. You fought the urge to pull the gun away from his head. “Wait! No- he’s been cleared, I’ve been with him the entire time since we left. The doorman cleared him-“

Your name was called through the panicked crowd, it was Hiromi. Only the man sitting in front of you across the table did not say it. You looked over and saw Hiromi, dishevelled from the head down, dirt and soot over his crumpled suit with a splash of red from his mouth.

“Hiromi?” You moved to get up, taking your purse with you but the other Hiromi snatched your wrist tightly. “What are you- ouch. Wait a second-”

The D.D.D. personnel cocked his gun and ordered Hiromi to let you go, you tried to peel his fingers away. “Ouch! Get off of me- what are you doing?!”

“We have confirmed that the man going by Hiromi Higuruma is a Doppelgänger, as directed by the Department of Doppelgänger Detection, has been marked for cleaning. A protocol that will be issued immediately.”

“Let go of me!”

The gun shot went on by your ear making it ring, disorienting you enough to make you stagger back out of Hiromi’s grip. But you didn’t fall, you landed right in who you assumed was the real Hiromi’s arms.

“I’m so sorry, sweet- he attacked me and took my things. I couldn’t contact you. I’m so glad I made it in time.”

“Hiromi- what is going on? He got cleared- the doorman cleared him.”

You watched in horror to see who you thought was your boyfriend shaking and jerk at the table whilst the skin melted from his body. He tumbled and slumped on the floor, convulsing and foaming at the mouth as his arms twitched and grew into long tentacles that flapped and writhed around at the Department staff's feet.

“Come on- come on, baby, get up.” Hiromi pulled at you, lifting you off of the ground to give the D.D.D. space to capture the Doppelgänger and remove it from the bar.

You turned to face him, not being able to bear another second looking at a thing that touched you, kissed you and told you it loved you using Hiromi’s voice. “You’re real- please tell you are.”

“The D.D.D. cleared me personally.” He pulled out a receipt from his pocket, a little disposable card stamped with their exclusive marker for proof of access for the day.

“Can we get out of here?”

He nodded and took your hand so that you couldn’t separate in between the crowd. “Let’s go home.”

You never looked back. You also filed a complaint with the D.D.D. about the doorman that cleared the Doppelgänger for what was inevitably going to gain entry to your entire apartment complex. And poor little Yuji.

The traumatic night made Hiromi think things over. You moved into his apartment just a week later.

He refused to ever let you out of his reach overnight again.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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codenamearchangel · 1 month ago

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How about some couple activities? :D You know, shopping, going for a walk on the Citadel, watching a movie together, playing board games or video games... stuff like that :)

“What did you say this thing was called again?” Garrus questioned, raising a brow plate as he watched Shepard untangle some cords. She had suggested they do something “different” tonight—something exciting. Naturally, Garrus had made some assumptions about what that could mean, but the last thing he expected was for her to drag out an over one hundred year old video game console. He had never played any video games, only the occasional poker or slot machine. He was terrible at bluffing—at least when he played with Shepard—and his luck wasn't so great with casino machines either.

“It's called an Xbox. It took me months to track down one that still worked.”

Garrus sighed and asked, “And how much did it cost you?” At his question, Shepard paused for a moment before gently setting the large black box-shaped device on the table. “Uh...Don't worry about it. Just take this and get ready to play.” She then handed him a black M-shaped thing that had the same green X on it that the console had. Garrus turned the controller around in his hands quizzically, trying to understand how it worked. It had numerous buttons, several of which that were different colors, and some that had letters on them. This was all new for Garrus. Video games like this became mostly obsolete over a hundred years ago. Nowadays, virtual reality was where it was at. There was also things that combined digital with analog, like combat sims. That was something he was good at.

“Is this because you're mad that you can't beat my score on the combat sim?” the turian asked with a soft chuckle. “You're never going to beat it,” he continued, raising both arms up to put his palms to the back of his head. “I'm a better shot and you know it.” At that, Shepard chortled lightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye and said in a low voice, “We'll see about that.”

She then sat next to him on the sofa and reached forward to press the button on the console to turn it on. It beeped pleasantly as it came to life, graphics moving across the TV screen in front of them as it finished booting up. Once it got to the main menu, Shepard picked up her own controller and started going through the games library. From the names and box art, most of the games either looked like they had something to do with cars or guns. Then again, Garrus didn't quite know what he was looking at. He had never heard of an “Xbox” or any of the games in the games library. Shepard flipped past several titles before settling on one that had a humanoid character in what appeared to be green armor on the box art image. “Halo 3?” Garrus read aloud when Shepard paused on it. “Don't halos have something to do with angels? Are there angels in this game? Wait—does this have something to do with people calling me 'Archangel'?”

“No, Garrus. No angels.”

“Then why is it called that?”

“Lets not get into the lore right now, okay? It's a lot to explain. I'll send you some e-books written about it later if you remind me.”

“Then what kind of game is it?”

“It's a shooting game, more or less.”

When he heard the magic word, Garrus's brow plates lifted in intrigue. He thought it seemed silly for Shepard to want to play a shooting game with the best sniper in the galaxy, especially since she couldn't beat his score on the combat sims they had played together. She did have an advantage over him in one important way, though. Due to the fact that he only had two fingers and a thumb, holding the controller and being able to press the right buttons when needed would be complicated for him and require additional dexterity on his part. Still, he figured guns are guns, are guns, are guns, right? How hard can it be? “Well,” the former Archangel said, “it's your funeral.” His cockiness was humorous to Shepard who was already well aware of the fact that his lack of fingers would make it a little more challenging to play a game with this console. Since it was long before humans ever interacted with any alien races, nothing had been designed to accommodate someone with so few digits. Garrus liked a challenge, as did she, so she figured he would get the hang of it after a few minutes. While he was examining the controller in his hands, Shepard went through the multiplayer settings and selected a game mode that would pit them against each other: Slayer.

Garrus was focused so trying to understand how the controller worked the he didn't even notice the game had started until it suddenly vibrated in his hand and he heard a loud groan come from the TV. The vibration surprised him and he almost dropped the damn thing. “What just happened?”

“You died,” Shepard replied, laughing. “That's one to zero, Vakarian.”

Annoyed at Shepard getting the drop on him so easily, Garrus became laser-focused on figuring this thing out, one way or another, extra digits be damned. Nothing was going to stop him from beating his girlfriend at this game. Was he competitive? A little. Mostly he just wanted the bragging rights, as well as the teasing rights. If he beat her at this halo thing then he could forever remind her of it and use it to mess with her. But first, he would have to learn the controls. He began by running all over the map, pressing every button alone and in combination with the other buttons to see what did what. Almost immediately, he picked up on how to aim, shoot, reload, and crouch. Now we'll see who is the better shot, Shepard.

As the pair continued playing together, they took turns nudging each other playfully, trying to distract from the game at hand. “Where the hell did you go?” Garrus asked, frustrated that he was unable to locate her character on what seemed to be a rather large game map. With only two players and lots of places to go and cover to hide behind, finding her was difficult. Suddenly, and without warning, Garrus's character groaned loudly and dropped to the ground, dead. Shepard's character was standing over his, energy sword in hand. “That's two to zero, now,” Shepard remarked, smirking. The only response Garrus had to that was an soft growl. She's not going to beat me at this game.

Eventually, the turian located a somewhat high vantage point which allowed him to see a large area of the map all at once. This is where his sniper training and skills could finally come into play. He drew a sniper rifle, crouched, and waited for her to appear in any part of the area beneath his character. His breath was steady and his scope trained on the gaps around the walls that she might come running out of, ready to take the shot. After a moment, she came running through, seemingly unaware that he was waiting for her up high. He waited until she was just a little closer to him before firing off a single shot right at her character's head, hitting his target and dropping her character to the ground.

“Damn!” Shepard exclaimed. “Where were you? That was a cheap shot and you know it, Garrus.”

“Hey,” he began softly chuckling, “you gave a sniper a gun. You had to know I would use it.”

Then the battle really began. Garrus had figured out how to use the controller, mostly, well enough to be able to fire his weapon when he needed to. He still wasn't as fast as a human would have been with a controller like this that had been designed for their hands, but he was doing as well as an alien could in this situation. Shepard didn't give up, however. She didn't tell Garrus that she had played this game before at an arcade that only had vintage game consoles from one hundred plus years ago. Of course, that was years ago, but she hadn't forgotten how to play. They more or less went back and forth with kills for a while, Garrus getting one and then Shepard getting the next one, until they were tied with only one kill to go before the game would automatically end. The pair stared intently at the TV screen as the game continued, neither of them taking even half a second to look at the other one as they were too focused on beating each other now.

Finally, Garrus saw a window of opportunity to take one last shot at her character, who was currently running ahead of him, not realizing that he was right behind her. He swapped out his rifle for a pistol and took aim, the bullet striking her character right in the center of the back of their head. Another loud groan emitted from the TV as her character dropped, dead. The game announcer unexpectedly suddenly announced, “game over,” and a scoreboard popped up over the game. Once Garrus saw that he had beaten Shepard at this video game, he didn't even hesitate to jump up from the sofa, turn to Shepard and shout, “I'm Garrus Vakarian and I'm the best shot in the galaxy,” in exclamation. “I beat you at your own game!” he added, pointing a finger at her in a taunting way. This wasn't the outcome she expected, but it wasn't a complete surprise. After all, he had pointed out that she chose a game with guns to play with an expert sniper who had proven his skills many times over in the time they had known each other.

“Yeah, yeah, gloat all you want,” Shepard said, slouching back onto the couch. “I let you win anyways,” she admitted with a light shrug. “Please,” Garrus replied. “Just admit that you lost and I won again, Shepard. Come on.” At that, Shepard sighed, placing her controller down on the table as she looked up at him. Seeing him so happy over something so silly was nice, especially since things had been so stressful these last few months, and she was going to let him have it. Did she let him win?

Maybe.

#garrus vakarian #femshep #shakarian #mass effect #halo 3 #video games #[I HAVEN'T PLAYED HALO 3 IN 10+ YEARS SO]#[sorry if any of what I described as incorrect]#[prompts;]#[drabbles;]

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darylbae · 1 year ago

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I LOVE YOUR DARYL ONESHOTSSS AAHHHHH

i wanna request another vampire Daryl x fem reader pretty pleaseee

I would write this myself but I do not trust my writing skills LOL. A basic summary would be a lone reader who kinda just travels around, and one night when seeking shelter from a thunderstorm she finds this guy named Daryl, barely alive, and nurses him back to health (as much as she can by feeding him rabbit and meat barely cooked per his request), before realizing that Daryl is a vampire but couldn't really care less ("There's dead people walking around and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?").

Maybe for some backstory the reader is looking for their dad (or something like that) who got taken by raiders, so she's traveling around trying to find him and killing anyone who gets in her way, so by the end Daryl and the reader make a deal that Daryl will help her, and she just has to provide the corpses.

Ofc, don't feel obligated to write this, I'm sure you get so many requests anyway 😭😭 Again, love your fics!

sweet thing — daryl dixon

in which you meet you make a deal with vamp!daryl, hoping to benefit each other

note: i hope this is what you wanted anon, and u are too kind! i am so grateful for every lovely comment i get, it really keeps me motivated to write.

The rain was pricking at your cold skin, eyes almost closed to keep the droplets from invading your sight, and there wasn't an end in sight. You had to find him. Your dad, the only familiar sight left in this damned world, was gone. You'd sat around a fire one night, sharing a can of beans, giggling about another guess the song game you'd been playing. Then you'd woken up, and he was gone. You knew he'd been taken, it wasn't hard to realize, his stuff still surrounded you as you cried into his jacket that morning. There had been raiders on your trail for a while, it was actually a group you'd split away from a while ago. Looking to drag you back in. Why hadn't they taken you too? You wondered every day since, all thoughts leading to you feeling too useless to anyone. So now you wander, hoping to find a lead to get you back on track to finding your dad again. You'd spotted a metal panel propped between two trees, it had almost resembled a hut, and it seemed the only shelter for miles. It'll do for tonight.

You'd lost count of the days now, it all consisted of walking, stopping to eat and drink, kill walkers. Still in the same God forsaken woods that you lost your dad in. The raiders typically stayed in wooded areas, easier to conceal themselves, which was proving to be true. Leaning against the coarse bark of the tree beside you, you'd sighed deeply and readjusted the gun on your hip. Another stolen prize from the raiders which had helped you immensely in escaping. It was time to search for a place to stay. It had started raining again, however much worse than it had last time. Thunder was booming around you, the rain quick to soak your clothes and your hair becoming stuck to your skin. In the distance you could see a shed, or what looked like a small house. Your brain had squeezed onto the hope of shelter, picking up the pace as you broke free of the woods. It was, in fact, a small home. A bungalow of sorts, good enough for you for a few nights. It didn't seem occupied, but you were still cautious, so you'd equipped your blade and held it up as you breached the door. It was worn down, seemingly vacant since outbreak. But in the corner, by a fireplace, you had spotted a shadow. A moving shadow. You hadn't thought it through, you just rushed over to the person, in hopes it would have been your dad. It wasn't. But it was a man, who seemed to be on Death's door. Wheezing in and out, shivering as his coat laid over his body, ghastly pale. You'd thrown your bag off your shoulder, ripping it open to find your makeshift First Aid kit. "Hey, you still awake over there?" You asked, incredibly surprised at your confidence around a stranger. A wounded stranger. He grumbled, giving you enough confirmation to keep administering First Aid. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

Turns out he'd been stabbed, too weak to patch himself up. These were all just guesses, as he'd remained silent in the corner ever since you'd gotten here. However, he stayed. Even as you went out to find some dry firewood, after the rain had stopped, he was still sprawled out in the corner of the room. You'd started a fire, and sat comfortably in front of it as you let your food cook and clothes dry. "Do you have a name?" You asked, glancing over to the man. He met your eyes for one second, pulling them away from yours in the next. He remained quiet. "If we're going to inhabit the same home for a while then the least I expect is some information." You spoke, stabbing the bits of rabbit with a stick on your improvised grill made of wire and clothing hangers. "Daryl." He mumbled, taking the coat down from his face and sitting up. It was nice to see more of his face now, and strands of his hair stuck on his face. His voice was smoky, gruff, kinda hot. You hadn't thought about someone like that since before the world ended. It had just been you and your dad, except for the group of raiders you'd abandoned. You smiled into the fire, happy you were making progress. "Want some rabbit?" You offered, waving the end of the stick over at him with a cooked chunk of rabbit meat. He shook his head. "I'll find my own food." "Come on," you huffed, "eat some damn food. You need it if you want to heal." "I like it rare." "How rare?" You asked, ready to chuck some more on the grill. "Not touched the fire kinda rare." You grimaced, gesturing towards the cut up meat on the floor next to you. He leaned forward, wincing as he held his stitches, and stole a few pieces for himself. It didn't satisfy him like you probably would, but this was unbeknownst to you, he had to sit in the corner and control himself. You'd been nice enough to keep him alive, so he owed you that much. "So why do you eat raw meat? Won't you get sick from that?" You questioned, done with your food for the night and just using the fire for warmth. He shook his head. Guess that was too far. Silence lay heavily on the pair of you, Daryl too interested in a crack on the wall, and you watching the flames dance in front of you. It was you making all the conversation, so you had assumed that was it for the night. You'd climbed onto the couch, laying as comfortably as you could, and closing your eyes, hoping to have a dreamless night. "Ya won't believe me. You'll run." You heard, and you'd sat up, facing Daryl who was now sat up, arms resting on his knees with his head dipped down slightly. "Why?" You asked. "Why would I run?" Daryl paused. He didn't want to be alone again. As new as you were to his life, he liked company above all else. Even if you were pushy. "I prefer humans." "You're a cannibal?" You shivered, sat up properly now, ready to make a run for it. "NO." Daryl answered, "well, kinda." "Vampire?" You asked. Judging by his silence, you were right. And it shocked you how... normal you were about it. "Okay." You laid back down, clothes still damp and uncomfortable. But sleep was catching up quick. "Ya ain't gonna run?" He asked, and there was a hint of innocence you could hear. Like a child that had been walked out on one too many times. "No," you answered, still laid down but eyes open and looking at him, "the world has ended, the dead are alive, and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?" "Myth." You smiled, happy to close your eyes again. "You gonna suck my blood?" He wanted to, so bad. He wanted to taste that sweet blood pumping around that pretty body. "No. Don't wanna hurt ya." Your heart quickened, and you were embarrassed how much of an effect this stranger was having on you. You needed some action. Bad.

The fire was out when you'd woken up, and the man in the corner, Daryl, was gone. You lifted your head, noticing the coat that had once covered him, was now covering you. Your cheeks tinged pink at the sentiment, as you'd sat up fully now, still keeping the coat nicely snug around you. He hadn't left, surely? You'd made your way outside, the heavy thud of your boots alerting him of your presence, as you'd found him on the porch smoking. "So you can still smoke, huh?" You asked, sitting down next to him and observing his demeanor. Even the way he moved was hot. "Same as you are, just different diet." "Guess that answers my question of how you're in the sunlight." You giggled, and you could almost see a smirk threatening to show on his face. "Want your coat back?" "Nah," he croaked, mid-inhale, "looks better on ya." You couldn't quite believe your life had come to flirting with a vampire in the apocalypse. "Going somewhere?" He asked, and he was a lot more talkative than yesterday. You shook your head. "All I've done is wander the woods for God only knows how long, I plan on staying for a while." Daryl knew it was a topic for another night. So he stayed silent. "Gonna find some dinner. Stay inside." He instructed, standing up and stubbing the end of his smoke. You nodded your head at him, planning on making this home a bit more homely.

Daryl had been gone a while, and you'd cleaned up the place a bit. Making it look not-so-run-down. And you'd even found a book, to accompany you as you waited on dinner. He'd returned back after sunset, having been gone all day. And you were becoming ravenously hungry. "Took you a while." You commented, slamming the book closed and getting up to get the fire lit. "Yeah, sorry," he grumbled, "see ya kept ya'self busy." He looked around at the space you were sharing, seeing it didn't look nearly as bad as it did when he found it. You had only just looked up at him, seeing a sleeveless shirt and being more interested in that than the deer slung around his neck. His toned arms, patches of blood and debris from hunting all day, it was enough to drive you mad. "Hey," he clicked at you, and you felt shameful, "eyes are up here." He joked, and you smiled awkwardly at him. "Ready to eat?"

You'd eaten a good amount of meat, both of you now sharing the couch. Shoulders touching, thighs touching, your heart was beating loudly in your ears. "What's got ya out here?" He asked, his gruff voice sending goosebumps up your arms. But the question was something you didn't know if you were ready to share the answer to. But Daryl could help, he could get you closer to him. Finding your dad again was all that matters. "It's been me and my dad for the longest time. We'd met up with a group of raiders a while ago, who did things we just weren't okay with, so we up and left in the middle of the night." You sighed, heart aching for your dad and wherever he was. "They've been hunting us since. And we settled down one night, and when I woke up, he was gone. Taken. I've been trying to find him ever since." Daryl's hand found your thigh, and you almost jumped at the contact. "I'm sorry." He offered his condolences, and the feeling of his hand on your leg was starting to catch fire. "Not your fault, unless you were a raider." You turned to him, and he shook his head, that smirk appearing once more. "What's your plan next?" "I'm not sure, I just needed shelter for a few nights so I could conjure a plan, until I found you." You admitted, a sweet smile upon your lips and you looked at him. Friendships tended to form a lot faster in the apocalypse, but you weren't sure what this was. Daryl was silent for a moment. "You given up?" "No. Never." "Well let's look for him, together." He suggested. "I'll rip through that whole group if I have to." "You'd help me?" You asked in disbelief. "I like ya company," he confessed, like a dirty truth, "wanna keep ya around. Gotta help each other out." You were beaming on the inside, if this wasn't confirmation of a friendship, then you didn't know what was. "What do I do for you?" Daryl looked at you, your sweet, innocent features, eyes full of curiosity and hope. You'd seen things, but you were truly broken yet. "Help me find bodies, people, not worthy of life, and I'll help ya find ya dad." He demanded, but his voice was low. You found yourselves inching closer together, and Daryl's thumb delicately dragged over your cheekbone. "Sweet thing. I'll help ya."

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m4yasnotthatcool · 10 months ago

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one, two, three

part 1. (a/n) imma make this a series just hold on

"one dean grabs the silver knife, two sam shouts for y/n, three y/n torches the sonofabitch"

y/n is 15, sam is 12 and dean is 16 btw (its dean x reader guys, obviously)

they're not together yet, so I used this first chapter teaser thingy to kinda set the relationships the characters have with eachother, the boundaries(or lack there of) they have and stuff

-they're left alone at a motel (dean, y/n and 12 year old sammy) while John and y/ns dad are on a hunt;

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Sitting in silence at the table of the shitty motel room was one thing, but having dean winchester sitting at the other end of it was another. he was polishing off a gun, one left by his father in case they needed to protect themselves against any otherworldly creature that might be lurking the night. she tried keeping her attention elsewhere so as to not full on just stare at the boy in front of her, so she settled on mindlessly watching sammy do whatever it was that he was doing.

sam, deans younger brother was sat on one of the beds with his whole body turned towards the tube TV the room provided while eating a bowl of cereal. the heater in the damned place had been wrecked so all 3 of them were wearing whatever clothes they had been able to find around that'd keep them warm.

she was looking at sam trying to roll up the sleeves of his father's jacket as they slightly got in his way, making it difficult to eat, so she got up and silently took each of his hands and rolled up the sleeves in such a way that they would no longer come down.

"thank you" the younger boy said before getting back to his cereal and cartoons.

the girl smiled and nodded before grabbing a book out of one of the duffle bags that contained hers and her fathers clothes and laid out on one of the two beds.

After a while the soft background noise of dean polishing the gun had stopped and a faint sound of wood scratching against wood could be heard. when she looked at him, bringing her attention out of the novel she had been reading a few seconds ago she saw the older boy leaning back into the chair, stretching out his limbs and making the chair lean back along with him, now only being supported on its two back legs.

she couldn't ignore the way his groans echoed through the room or the way his shirt had ridden up slightly though she tried to brush it off. staring at him so profusely, she hadn't realised he started staring at her right back.

"so uhm..." he started. grabbing her attention and making her jump, slightly startled. "what are the sleeping arrangements for tonight? the usual ones or?..."

"oh I'm not sleeping with either of you two tonight." sam chimed in. "y/n kicks in her sleep and big doofus over there snores." he said, accentuating the last part by signalling over to dean.

just as dean was about to snap back at sam, she stopped him by saying something he wasn't expecting "well, I can sleep with you dean." she paused momentarily before adding in a muttered tone "of course, only if that's okay with you too.."

"it's okay!" he said a little too enthusiastically before stopping himself and regaining his composure. "it wouldn't bother me if you're sure that's okay with you too" he stated.

she just smiled before getting up and heading to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes along the way "okay, so it's settled then. I'm gonna go get ready for bed, be right back" she said before leaving the room.

- after getting out of the too-cold shower she wrapped a towel around her frame before putting on a pyjama that consisted of some flannel pants and a long sleeve shirt that she had taken from her dad.

after she got out, sam went in after her at deans request who said it'd be a good thing if the younger winchester went to bed earlier that night seeing as y/n was obviously getting ready to do so.

slipping underneath the covers adoring the twin-size bed she closed her eyes trying to let consciousness slip from her grasp to no avail.

so, instead, she listened to the commotion around. a siren could be heard outside on the street. perhaps someone died. or, could it be related to the job her and the winchesters fathers were working?

the shower stopped, the sound of the water turning off being a distinct one that could only be replicated by another rusted-over shower handle as the person getting ready to get out tried to stop the too-cold liquid from slipping out of the holes in the shitty shower head that seemed to have came out of another time entirely.

a gust of wind must have seeped through the cracks between the windows and the walls of the room as she could feel herself shivering even under the covers.

so she layed there until her eyes threatened to close, but just as they did she felt the bed dip beside her as a bigger, warmer form adjusted it's position next to her.

the light turned off before dean got under the cover, his side against her back in consequence of the small size of the bed.

she must have been shivering seeing as the older boy beside her kept himself up on his elbow as he leaned over her, checking to see if she was properly covered by the duvet. her breath hitched slightly as his hand tucked a part of the blanket around her body, signalling to him that she was indeed still awake.

he leaned back down, his head hitting the pillow with a small thud before she felt herself fall into blissful unconsciousness.

the light that entered the small motel room stirred awake y/ns sleeping form. as she adjusted to her surroundings once again she felt deans soft breathing underneath her. she had her head on his chest as their legs tangled underneath the duvet and his hand rested on her lower back, tracing soft shapes. she could practically see the smug smirk that he would have when she opened her eyes, but she decided to enjoy his warmth a little longer.

once she was semi-satisfied with the amount of time she got to feel the boys calloused hand trace lazy circles on her back, while still pretending to be asleep, she turned around, her back now facing him. what she didn't expect was feeling his arms around her waist just seconds after she turned her back to him.

well, it's not like they had anything planned that day. they were just waiting for their dad's to get back, so she allowed herself some more much-needed sleep.

it had been the sound of the TV that woke her up this time, and she couldn't feel deans warmth beside her anymore.

she rolled over on his side of the bed and looked over at sam who sat at the table her and dean had sat at the night before. he was bickering with the remote of the TV trying to change the channel. he smacked it with his hand a few times and tried changing the program again before sighing in resignation and getting up to press the buttons on the television.

after getting to a channel he was satisfied with, he glanced over at her to see her wide awake, flashing him a wide grin. "good morning sammy"

"hi" he said while sitting back in one of the two chairs. "it's not morning anymore, it's like..." he glanced over at the clock on the wall next to a subjectively ugly painting that had cracks and chips in the thick layers of paint. "11 30 ish.. "

she paused before replying amused "you still don't know how to read the clock?" she said containing a giggle.

"I do know how to read it! it's just that the hands on this one are especially thin, I can't see them properly"

she looked over at the clock herself and saw what he had been talking about: a small-ish clock with a thin black frame that held a white background and two thin clock hands that looked to be a light gray from the way the sun was hitting the glass that was protecting the intricate mechanism.

"fair enough..." she said before getting his attention back at him "wheres your brother?"

"he went to get something to eat. I don't know why though, we have cereal and crackers and some other stuff." he replied while watching the TV with increasing interest.

with that she allowed herself a couple more moments of comfort in the bed before slipping out from under the cover and setting her feet on the cold, ugly carpet that adorned the floor. there was a part of the room in which she presumed they had ran out of the ugly thing so the wooden floors were exposed.

she went over to her duffle bag, looking for some clean clothes but all she had were t-shirts.

"sammy, do you think dean would mind if I took one of his shirts? or a hoodie or something? it's freezing in here and all I have left are short sleeves"

"what?" he said snapping his attention from the screen in front of him "oh, yea, no, he wouldn't mind. and if he says anything you can take one of mine or something, they're about the same size anyway, he's just fatter than me that's all"

the door of the motel room opened with a thud revealing a dishevelled head of dirty blonde hair with dark roots. looking at the way his hair sat you could think he just rolled out of bed, which was probably not far from the truth.

"who's fat?" he said before turning his attention to y/n "good morning sweetheart" he flashed her a smile before getting between sam and the TV, action that erupted a displeased reaction out of the 12 year old.

"hey! I was watching that!"

"oh shut up" dean said dropping two brown grocery bags on the table his brother was sitting at.

"dean, is it okay if I take one of your shirts? I haven't done laundry in a while and I only have short sleeved shirts left."

"yes, sure." he said before lifting his and sams bag onto the bed you gad shared with him the night before. he started looking trough piles of clothes on the left side of the duffle bag, and for a moment she wondered if the boys had a system of keeping their attire separate while still in the same carry on.

her train of tought was quickly interrupted by deans quiet victorious "aha!" before grabbing a shirt and turning around to give it to her.

"here, this should keep you warm."

"thank you" she smiled while grabbing the article of clothing and going to the bathroom to change.

-when they were little they used to share clothes all the time. it was funny, really, none of the clothes had been ever actually anyone's, they were just everyone's. except for one shirt that she had deemed her special going out shirt. it was a simple, short sleeved t-shirt that had once been white but had been put in the wash with something red and had turned a light pink color. the rips and crackles in the printed on hello kitty that had been slightly discolorated because of the amount of times it had been worn and washed. for a moment she wondered what happened to it, one day it was just gone.

she got out of the bathroom wearing a pair of baggy jeans and deans shirt. the sleeves were coming down over her hands and her fingers, reason to why she had to roll them up every once in a while as to not get in her way.

she was met with a pair of forest green eyes watching her carefully as she entered the room and sat down at the table next to a very focused sam. apparently he had begun to research facts about a place he found out about on the news while watching TV that he suspected could be a potential lead for a hunt.

"sam, that's not really our business" she told him as she sat down at the table in front of him.

"but what if it is? we could go check it out.. I mean, we could like ask our dad's if we can go there maybe" he said still concentrated on writing everything he had just heard about the case on the news.

"well dads supposed to call today.. maybe we can ask him about it if he does" said dean while his focus shifted between the two people sitting at the table as he sat on the bed he had shared with y/n the night before.

"uh.. you know what? sure." she said with a now much softer expression.

she could recall always having a more sibling like relationship with sam, but with dean... there was something different, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. (but i bet you'd like to lmao)

he would make her melt with the stupidest shit, like this one for example. the "if he does" he added to the end of his sentence made her weary of the position they all found themselves in, feeling stranded from the fate their guardians might have suffered while out on the job. it seemed as a sort of awakening to her made up reality where her dad had a normal job in an office and she's just waiting for him to get back. no danger. no possibility of death.

the semi sad expression his face held while talking softened her to the point where she was sure her knees would have buckled under her weight if she had been standing up. she knew about how dean tried to protect sam from any and all harm. she knew how he tried to hide any negative thoughts that might come, and he had been successful for the most part. the younger winchester wasn't stupid, quite the opposite actually, and his brother knew that, you knew that, everybody knew that. yet dean tried to seemingly protect this presumed innocence that the kid he had mostly raised by himself was still blessed with. she had listened to dean lie to sam countless times, but never to her. no, he couldn't bring himself to lie to her when he saw the worried expression her face displayed, brows slightly furrowed, trying to read his thoughts as to maybe bring him comfort.

he was still a hard one to crack, she knew that, but the relief that washed over both of them when he let himself cry in her arms was something neither of them could deny. she was always there since they were just kids, always there to patch him up after going on a hunt with his dad, always there to lift his spirits after long nights spent watching the ceiling like it was the most interesting show, focused almost as much as sam when he read his books, if not even more focused.

but right now, that wasn't the case. dean was sitting on the twin sized bed, a grin plastered on his face as he looked at his brother and the girl he sat next to. she couldn't help but smile at his appearance, spiky, messy hair that went in all directions, a wide smile spread across his face and the jeans he had been wearing for the past week still on. as her eyes travelled down his form she noticed the untied laces on his boots, the dired mud on the tips of them very obvious on the black leather. "cute" she thinks before they all hear a phone ring.

dean hurriedly gets his out of the front pocket of his jeans but it isn't the one that's ringing, so he focuses on y/n as she gets her phone out and responds to the call.

"hi dad!" she says, her words having a slight edge to them, waiting to hear if he's okay.

dean and sam hear the person at the other end of the line say something before they see the tension in her demeanour vanish, being replaced by temporary relief.

"yea, we're okay too. hey, could you put Mr winchester on for a second? he was supposed to call dean today and if he's around now it'd be a good time for them to talk."

she listened to her dad say something before she hummed in agreement.

she covered the bottom part of her phone so the microphone wouldn't pick up what she was saying "he's getting your dad right now, you can ask him about the case sam- oh!" she said, uncovering her phone "yes, hi! no, nothing happened. yes... yes, I can put him on right now... mhm..." she held the phone out to dean "take it" is all she said.

he took the phone out of her hands and held it up to his ear "hey dad. yea, were all good. what? ... no, no that's not what... no, we just wanted to ask you about... yes.... no. dad, would you just listen to me for a second?" he said and paused for a second before continuing "okay, thank you. so me and sam wanted to tell you about a lead we found in uh... sam where was that lead again?" "michigan" "michigan. Well i- I don't know all the details, but I can put him on if you want.... yea... " he held the phone away from his face "sammy, he wants to talk to you" he handed the phone over to sam who then started explaining the details of the case he thinks he may have a lead on. an apartment building in which a young girl had disappeared without taking any of her belongings. the neighbours had heard screaming but there were no signs of breaking and entering, so the police had no leads. apparently that's not the first time it had happened, and in the past 10 years 6 girls had gone missing, all around the same age.

the other end of the phone was silent as the youngest winchester explained everything he had gathered from the limited resources he had available at the motel, and after he was done there was a moment on silence in which y/n presumed John was considering if he should pick up the case himself or leave it be.

then he said something that left sam a little taken aback, which obviously sparked both y/ns and deans interest, dean leaning forward with his arms on his knees and hands interlocked in front of him and y/n reaching over the table ever so slightly towards sam.

"he.. he said he'll talk to your dad y/n... but... we can go"

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wooooo cliff hanger

spooky scary indeed

anyway, english is not my first language so if I made any spelling mistakes feel free to point em out

I'm gonna try to put part two up as soon as possible babes

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koiiiji · 1 year ago

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PRESENT

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.3)

ПОДАРОК (by akyuliych & МP) = Seo Seongeun

tw ; a little suggestive, reader mischievous, slight body description, added song in the end

00:00 - 00:30

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and 'm pouring a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

Goo knew that it will be hard to catch you, after all you learned a lot from him and Gun, not even taking into account that you have ears and eyes all over the city. to be honest, Goo himself didn’t understand at what moment you managed to build such a huge informant system, literally making yourself a monopolist in this area - not a single sneeze in this city took place without your knowledge, so Goo knew how useful it would be to make you his secret friend in the fight against Charles Choi. however, he also knew that you wouldn't let anyone who works or worked with Charles get within a kilometer of you, and besides, after his last prank on you… his and Gun’s past actions only added fuel to the fire. he knew that there was simply no point in looking for you himself - he remembered how Gun tried to chase you when they were still working together for Charles and he wanted to bring you back to headquarters.

but it was over before it started. after all, you had eyes and ears everywhere, so you disappeared from any place even before Gun got even a few kilometers there, leaving behind only a few hints that you had once been in one place or another…

that's why Goo had few options to contact you and try to bring you to his office for a conversation. at the moment, he knew about your location for tonight (he spent quite huge amount of money so you wouldn't know about that small incident. just don’t tell him that all your girls are always loyal to you. of course you knew what Goo did.), but he was still puzzling over who should be assigned this case? Logan? no, this mattress is too slow and rude, absolutely not the one who is needed for negotiations. Taejin? another gremlin who has...troubles in communicating with women, as far as Goo could tell, especially after that incident in Chongliang. he couldn't go himself, because he knew that you wouldn't listen to him, so the last and only right option was Samuel! handsome, courteous when needed, and the girls are delighted with him always!! God, Goo was so grateful that among the barbarians he hired in the person of Taejin and Logan, he had a ray of hope in the form of Samuel.

Goo gave pretty clear instructions (read - brief concepts about what you look like, where and at what time he can catch you) and to be honest, Samuel didn’t think it would take much time - he just needed to catch some girl in another overly expensive club and drag her to Goo, right? And why, for the gods sake did Joon send him in the first place, couldn’t that ram Logan really cope with all the work? or maybe Taejin? Samuel talked with this overgrown guy a couple of times, he seemed quite suitable for this job - a handsome, stoick face, covered in all sorts of expensive stuff - which is too vulgar if you gonna ask Samuel - all in branded clothes and even a couple of scars on his arms and body, Samuel heard girls like that. so why the hell was he now sitting in his car, waiting for the green traffic light, to take the last turn on the way to the club.

the club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of lights and sound. music was loud, the bass reverberating through the walls and into the very bones of everyone present. bright soffits cast dramatic beams of light across the room, while disco balls and neon lights spun and flashed, creating a dazzling display of color and movement. the beats were relentless, a steady rhythm that set the pace for the night, making it impossible to stand still. everywhere people were moving to the music, their elegant outfits shimmering under the ever-changing lights. there was an intoxicating blend of laughter and conversation, a hum of joy that added to the vibrant energy of the place. on the dance floor, bodies moved in sync, rubbing against each other in the heat of the dance. faces were flushed, eyes bright with euphoria and the liberating atmosphere of the club. the air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the faint, sweet tang of alcohol. groups of friends huddled together, their voices rising in excitement over the music, while others danced with abandon, lost in the music and the moment. there was a sense of freedom, a collective shedding of the day's worries and an embrace of the night's possibilities. in this space, everyone was united by the rhythm, the lights, and the shared desire to lose themselves in the celebration. it was a world unto itself, where problems melted away and the only thing that mattered was the here and now.

00:30 - 01:15 you only need my car and a penthouse (pam-pam) — house music is playing. i'm smiling at you and we're hanging out in Moscow Seoul on your birthday and it's a shame I'm not on your wishlist you have friends (bitches), spreading rumors about me you're like ANIKV, and i'm SALUKI, i want to wear matching looks and i blend in with the crowd, watching you i'm already drunk on you, and i i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and i'm pouring (eh) a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present

however, as the head of the third branch, Samuel didn't find anything new here. the picture of a good, expensive club was all too familiar to him. now, he just had to find the reason he came here tonight - you. making his way to the bar through the throngs of people, he periodically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of you on the dance floor or perhaps in the VIP area or maybe - *collision*

he felt someone’s back crash into his chest. instantly, he turned his gaze to the cause of the collision, ready to tear apart the drunken idiot who had dared to bump into him. but luck was on his side - the fish had caught itself in the net.

a pair of eyes stared up at Samuel, almost level with his own. he was surprised; it was rare for him to meet a girls who didn’t have to look up at him. that fox, Kim Joon Goo, hadn’t mentioned that you would be so tall and so… cute. the light touch of your fingers on his wrist, right where his watch was, accompanied by a sweet, apologetic smile. "oh i'm sorry! i wasn't looking where i was going," - you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the loud music as you turned to face him. it was you - the girl Goo Kim had assigned him to bring to his office. Samuel remembered Goo's instructions to be careful with you; you could slip away at any moment. he needed a plan.

Samuel put on his sweetest smile. "it's nothing…" - he paused, waiting to hear your name.

"Y/N," you supplied with a smile at his attempt to flirt. without warning, you grabbed his large hand and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. the music changed, the beat becoming more intense, the lights flashing in a mesmerizing pattern. Samuel was taken aback. he liked girls who knew what they wanted, but something about your genuine smile, your slender fingers wrapped around his larger palm, the way the lights played on your figure, and that gorgeous dress you wore tonight made him follow you.

you danced with him, touching him, directing his hands on your body as the beat pulsed through the floor. you rubbed against him, your movements fluid and confident. Samuel didn't forget his task - to take you to Goo - but your company was so warm, so pleasant, so intoxicating.

he let his hands rest on your waist, sliding higher, rubbing your belly and ribs, as you turned your back to him. you threw your hands up, grabbing the back of his neck and placing your head on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the crook of your neck. in that moment, Samuel overwhelmed by the allure of you. time seemed to lose meaning as the music shifted again, this time to a slower, more sensual rhythm. Samuel found himself lost in your presence, the genuine laughter you shared, the flirtatious lines you threw at him, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. His task felt like a distant memory as he became more intoxicated with every passing second.

"you're quite the dancer," - you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

"you're quite the charmer," - he replied, his voice low and filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper. you smiled, a playful glint in your eye. "maybe i'm just trying to distract you."

"maybe it's working," - he admitted, his hands tightening slightly on your waist. you turned in his arms, facing him once more. your fingers traced a path up his chest, stopping at his collar. "tell me, Samuel, are you always this serious?"

he chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "only when i'm not having fun."

"well then," - you said, leaning closer, - "let's make sure you have plenty of fun tonight." your neat hands sank lower, somewhere to the level of the pockets of his trousers, leaving a light, fleeting touch on his hips.

Samuel's heart raced as he looked into your eyes, feeling a connection he hadn't anticipated. He knew he had to take you to Goo, but for now, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, the music, and the warmth of your company. as you continued to dance, the world outside the club faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared smiles and electrifying touches.

the night passed on while you and Samuel danced, drank, laughed, and danced again, not paying attention to the people and music around. It seemed to him that tonight his hands explored almost your entire body, at least as far as the situation allowed, but you didn’t lag behind him. your deft fingers touched him here and there, making Samuel almost purr with pleasure when your claws touched his neck, gently stroking. as the night wore on, you leaned close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i need to use the restroom. be right back," - you said, flashing a playful smile before disappearing into the crowd. Samuel watched you go, a smile tugging at his lips. he felt a strange mix of exhilaration and satisfaction from the evening. after a while, he glanced at his wrist to check the time. shit. his watch was missing. a sinking feeling hit him, and he quickly patted his pockets - phone, car keys, wallet, and apartment keys - all gone.

01:16 - 01:59 i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment i turn on autopilot, they pour Moët like in business class, and i'm already carried away and warmth spreads through my body, but not from you is— is— is that gin and tonic? i want a new iPhone and an apartment in the center, a BMW with tinted windows boy, jump over to the table! i have a question for you can you do it for me? give me another zero (on my account)

"that little - " - he growled under his breath, anger bubbling up. you had fooled him. the girl he had been sent to retrieve had not only slipped away but had taken everything he had. desperately and annoyed he approached a random guy leaning against the bar. "hey, can i borrow your phone? an emergency." - the guy looked skeptical but handed over the phone. Samuel quickly dialed Taejin's number.

"Taejin, it's Samuel. i need you to pick me up from the club. now."

he walked out of the club, lighting a cigarette, his hands shaking with fury. the smoke curled around him as he remembered his conversation with Goo before the assignment. Goo had warned him about you, your mischievous personality, and how easily you could slip away.

"she's a slippery one," Goo had said, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Samuel. it was rarely when Goo talked serious "don't relax or let yourself to ease your attention, Samuel."

but he had let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. his frustration grew as he replayed the night's events in his mind, cursing himself for being so easily deceived.

twenty minutes later, Taejin pulled up outside the club, and Samuel slid into the passenger seat, seething with anger. his jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight as he tried to control his frustration.

"what happened?" Taejin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Samuel.

"little bitch took everything - my phone, keys, wallet even watches. everything," Samuel muttered. "we were supposed to bring her to Goo, but now she's gone."

"great," - Taejin sighed. "this is just what we needed. what are we going to tell Goo?"

"i don't know," Samuel snapped. "i'll think of something."

as they drove to Taejin's apartment, Samuel's mind raced. he was furious with himself and worried about the repercussions. Goo was a man he deeply respected, man who actually acknowledged and accepted him and the thought of disappointing him was almost unbearable. When they finally arrived at Taejin's apartment, the two men wearily headed to separate rooms. the night had taken its toll, and they quickly fell asleep, though Samuel's sleep was fitful, plagued by thoughts of what awaited him in the morning.

01:59 - 2:22

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone… (i'm dancing alone) i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

the next morning, they arrived at Goo's office, dreading the conversation that awaited them. Samuel's stomach churned with anxiety. He knew Goo expected results, and he had none to show. to their shock, they found you sitting in the office, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. your sweet, apologetic smile was aimed at Samuel, and you lightly waved, whispering "sorry" with your lips. Samuel was stunned, his anger momentarily forgotten as he took in the surreal scene. Goo waved them off with a smile.

"thank you for your work, Samuel," - Goo smiled. "you and Taejin can leave now. we have some more things to discuss."

stunned, Samuel and Taejin left the office, confusion etched on their faces. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of relief and residual anger coursing through him. moments later, you emerged, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "thanks for the night," - you said, a hint of laughter in your voice. Samuel's mind flashed back to the previous evening. "you played me," Samuel said, half in admiration and half in frustration.

you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing his ear. "maybe. but it was fun, wasn't it?" - you then pulled back, your expression turning sincere. "i'm really sorry, Samuel. i had to do it. but thank you for the night. i really meant each word yesterday... it was amazing." - you handed Samuel his belongings back, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

with a final wink and the most genuine smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Samuel standing there, his emotions a whirlwind of anger, admiration, and something else he couldn't quite place. he watched you go, a strange mixture of respect and irritation battling within him. the night had been wild, but the aftermath was even more bewildering.

*bonus*

as soon as the door slammed behind you, Samuel’s gaze lingered on his things, which you placed directly in his huge hand. opening his wallet he found a polaroid photo of the two of you from the club - his nose buried in the crook of your neck, his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to the beat of the music while your fingers were buried deep in his hair. at the bottom was the signature "sorry again hehe. xxx-xxx-xxx - conciliatory dinner from me.”

Samuel just chuckled, wondering who managed to take a photo of you and how this photo ended up in your possession, closing your wallet. Goo’s palm lay on his shoulder and a chill ran down his spine when he hissed in his ear, “don’t think that i will believe the stories that she didn’t run away from you yesterday. you’re lucky that she came today herself, saying that you were convincing." Goo’s voice oozed venom, although he had the most playful smile on his face, and the grip on his shoulder was already beginning to feel painful.

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The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 2

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 2,805

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

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SunshineSoul said:

Good evening, Mr. Pines 😊

BigManPines said:

Hey toots

SunshineSoul said:

"Hey toots" I like that. Do you actually talk like that in person?

BigManPines said:

Yeah. Got a problem with it?

SunshineSoul said:

Absolutely not. I love the way you talk. It's so straight forward and no silly business.

BigManPines said:

No Silly Business is my middle name.

BigManPines said:

It's not. My middle name is FIlbrick. Me and my brother have the same middle name.

SunshineSoul said:

LOL you're so funny. You type like you're nervous around me. Are you nervous?

BigManPines is typing...

BigManPines said:

Yeah. I'm nervous.

SunshineSoul said:

Why? I won't eat you. Unless you ask me ever so politely 😊

BigManPines is typing...

BigManPines said:

I'm just a shy old man if i'm bein honest

SunshineSoul said:

Awww. It's okay. I understand. I get really shy too. Especially around shy old men named Stan 😋

BigManPines said:

You're just sayin that

SunshineSoul said:

I'm not actually. We've only been talking for a week and I genuinely like talking to you and getting to know you. I mean that.

BigManPines said:

Well thanks toots. I like talking to you too. The fact that I'm talkin to you instead of turning on the latest episode of The Duchess Approves says a lot.

SunshineSoul said:

THAT WAS TONIGHT??? NOOOOO!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT 😭😭😭 Ugghhhhhh I think I've been working too hard

BigManPines said:

It's gonna rerun in 45 minutes. Definitely gonna tune in for that showing.

SunshineSoul said:

Yeah? You wanna like...sit on the phone and watch it together? Live reaction kind of thing? It'll be like we're watching it right beside each other :D

"Well?" Ford asked as he folded his arms. He'd been sitting next to Stan during the entire conversation to help him through it and even giving him ideas of what to say back to this mystery woman.

"Well what?" Stan asked back.

"Are you going to call her?"

Stan was quiet for a while, putting his chin in his left hand to start rubbing his stubble. He was deep in thought.

"I wanna but I know I'm just gonna make a fool out of myself if you leave me alone with her," Stan admitted, a little ashamed of this. He knew Ford was no better with this type of stuff than he was but he seemed just slightly more adept.

"Stan, I know how nervous you get around women. It truthfully baffles me but that's a conversation for a different day. But you've been talking to this woman for a week by yourself. Mostly."

"Yeah but what if I'm too gruff and off puttin for her? She seems like a proper lady. Like she doesn't even wanna get her hands dirty typa lady."

"Even the most proper of women can get down and dirty if they thought it was worth it. I learned that in college," Ford retorted. "Listen. Do you like this woman?" he asked, motioning his hand towards the laptop on the kitchen table.

Stan sat there in complete silence for a moment. "Yeah. I do."

"Then I think it'll be a good idea for you to have your first "date" with her over the phone. I know Mabel would think it's the most adorable thing she's ever seen in the world. She knows how much that tv show means to you." He crossed his legs then began bouncing his foot, thinking some more.

"I honestly think you should ask her on a proper date if this goes well," he added. "I've seen all the messages. Even the..." he cleared his throat behind a closed fist against his lips. "Saucier messages that I wish I could wipe from my memory. Where's the memory gun when you need it," he murmured under his breath.

"Hey! Nobody told your nosy ass to read those! Just the normal ones!" Stan said suddenly, his cheeks reddening in complete embarrassment now. "Better be lucky neither of us sent any pictures."

"Speaking of pictures," Ford interrupted quickly. "Do you even know what this woman looks like? I looked at her profile and she doesn't have any pictures of herself. Just her art."

Stan shrugged. "Iunno," he said in a dismissive tone as he folded his arms now too. "A babe like her has gotta be drop dead gorgeous right? She talks like she's beautiful."

"That...That doesn't even make sense!"

"And?" Stan laughed, nudging his brother roughly with his elbow.

ding!

SunshineSoul said:

Did I scare you away?

"See? She's waiting on your answer. Say yes. I'll just head down to the lab and the kids are fast asleep. Big shopping day tomorrow for them. Especially Mabel," Ford encouraged.

"Fine." That was all he could manage to say in response. He knew in his heart that he wanted to talk to her but he also knew he would find a way to botch it.

BigManPines said:

Nah you didn't scare me off.

BigManPines said:

I wouldn't mind watching the episode on the phone with ya. I've never done anything like that before but I'm willin to try.

SunshineSoul said:

Omg yay! I get to hear that Jersey accent in real time. I love it. My number is 615-333-3333. Call me when you're ready 💜😋

"Well! Good luck!" Ford said, slamming his hand down on Stan's shoulder before he stood up and stretched. "I definitely won't be listening in with one of my spy devices," he said jokingly as he walked out of the kitchen.

"You do and I'll kill ya!" Stan yelled after him, shaking his fist.

"Yeah, yeah," Ford laughed as he walked through the door that led into the mystery shack.

Stan sat there in the kitchen in silence with his thoughts. What was the first thing he was gonna say to this woman? Will she still be into him after the date? Er...call? It's not a date. It's definitely not a date. Unless she wants to consider it a date? Then sure. It's a date.

It's not a date.

It's. Not. A. Date.

A half hour later, Stan was sitting in his recliner in the living room, holding his phone with the mystery woman's phone number dialed in and sitting on the screen. He clutched it nervously, not completely sure if he should really go through with this or not.

It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a da-

He closed his eyes tightly and pressed the bright green call button on his screen. It rang a few times before it was picked up on the other end.

"Lemme guess. It's BigManPines callin me up on a Friday evening?" She chuckled sweetly.

Stan grinned almost immediately from hearing her voice. It sounded way younger than he was expecting. He was expecting an older woman based upon her interest in him. Because what would a young woman want with an old guy like him?

"Yeah, it's...it's me," he said in a tone that definitely betrayed his nervousness.

"Oh! You sound nervous. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Nah, nah! It's okay. Like I said earlier, I'm just a shy old guy. Talkin on the phone gives me the creeps sometimes," Stan admitted.

"You're one of the in person type of people? I get it," she said in a kind sort of voice. Almost motherly.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just super old fashioned, toots."

"Yeah? I like that about you though," she admitted freely with a hint of a smile in her tone.

She really was just a ray of sunshine that came barreling into Stan's life this evening. It really cheered him up and made him feel a little more at ease.

"Can...Can I ask you somethin?" Stan asked after a moment.

"Of course you can, big man Stan," she said cutely, laughing a bit behind it.

"How old are ya? You don't sound like you're even within ten years of my age."

She sighed softly across the phone. "I'm not a teenager or a youngin if that's what you're asking. I'm 36 years old."

Stan laughed at her statement. "36 is a damn youngin compared to me!" He continued laughing.

"Yeah true! But look. I think you're really handsome and from the looks of the pictures on your profile, you're so buff. You work out?" She asked curiously.

"I used to box a lot in my youth. I still do it from time to time to keep up the old physique," he explained proudly. "Ya think I'm buff?"

"Yeah, I do. I also think you'd be strong enough to throw me over your shoulder," she said in a very obviously flirty tone. "Especially if I'm bad."

Stan's entire face was red at this point. He was a very straight forward person but she...she was a different breed of straight forward. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

"You bad often?" he asked cheekily.

"Maybe. We'll just have to find out soon."

Stan chuckled to himself. "I gotta ask, toots. What's your actual name? I've just been callin you Sunshine this whole time."

A shy but eager giggle could be heard on the other side of the call.

"I like that coming off your tongue. It sounds...woof," she laughed deviously. "You can call me Sunshine or Sol. It doesn't matter which. Long as you call me." If they were in person, she definitely would have winked at the old man and made him go into cardiac arrest.

Stan's heart was racing at this point in the conversation. He was nervous and excited simultaneously. Something about this woman excited him in ways he hadn't felt in a while and he didn't know what to do with that thought.

"Sol, eh? Is it short for something?"

"Solana," she said simply.

"Solana. Name's beautiful, toots," he complimented with a smile on his face. "Solana," Stan repeated, trying to find the perfect tone to say her name in now.

"Stopppppp. I hate it so much. It makes me feel like an old lady or something."

"Toots, if I knew an old lady named Solana, I'd still think your version of the name would be just as beautiful to me as it is now."

"Stopppppppppppppppp. You're making me blush so much," she squealed gently. "I caaannn'ttttt. You call yourself a shy old guy but you're just an old guy who hasn't had the opportunity to let the real him out."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Nobody's felt worth it in my life before so I just stay reserved and emotionally cut off usually."

"That sounds so lonely," Solana said in a sad voice. "But that's why I'm here now," she joked.

"Yeah. I'm glad you're here now," he said gratefully.

There was a comfortable silence as they turned their TVs on to the station they needed for the rerun of the show. Once the show came on, Solana became quiet so she could absorb what was going on in the show. She wanted to blurt her thoughts and be over the top with her reactions but she didn't want to scare Stan away. Something truly outrageous happened in the show suddenly and Stan shouted.

"What do you mean, you need a date to the cotillion! You don't need a man! You're a strong woman, Duchess!" He whisper yelled so he wouldn't wake the kids up.

Solana jumped but she laughed at his outburst. "Exaccttllyyyy!!! She's built up her entire reputation as someone who is very independent and has made it known that her world does NOT revolve around needing a man! What the hell!" she added, following behind Stan's outrage.

"Exactly toots! This is ridiculous. This show really started to go downhill in season 3. They should have just ended in season 2," Stan sighed as he sunk down in his chair in frustration.

"I agree! I was so excited when I heard they were making this into a tv show. The movie was a masterpiece," she said with a nod she knew Stan wouldn't be able to see.

"See, you get it. My niece and nephew watch with me sometimes but even they don't get the intricacies of this show."

"That's so sad. I love analyzing this show. It's so deep," Solana said fondly. "It makes me feel so secure in my womanhood sometimes," she halfway joked.

"I hear tha-"

"SAUNTERBLUGGET?!" They exclaimed in unison.

"No way they brought him back!!! He died in that carriage crash last season!!" Solana said in pure shock.

"True but listen, toots. If they don't show the dead body on camera, I never believe someone's dead. I learned that with tv shows in the past. Somethin to keep in mind goin forward," Stan advised even though he was equally as shocked as Solana was. He just wanted to also seem cool to her.

"Ohhhhhhhh! I never even thought about that honestly. Oh my god. You just opened my eyes to a whole new world. Holy shit."

"You're welcome," Stan chuckled. "What a way to end an episode."

"Ahhhhh. I know! I can't wait a whole week. This suuuccckkkssss."

"Hey..." Stan started shyly.

"Yes?"

"Would ya wanna...Iunno. Hang out in person for the next episode? I could cook for us or order somethin. Iunno. Whatever you want."

"Stanley No Silly Business Pines, are you asking me on a date?" Solana asked, happiness very clear in her voice.

"Uh...yeah. I guess if you wanna consider it that?" He said slowly at first but gained a certain air of confidence midway through his statement.

"I'd love to. Buuutttttt, I'd like to go out to dinner if that's okay with you? And we can end up at your place for the rerun of the episode?" she suggested sweetly. The way she spoke just now, Stan assumed she would have fluttered her eyelashes at him if she could. Her voice was too soothing and too convincing to not give her what she asked for.

"Yeah, sure, toots. We can do that. We can iron out details tomorrow or somethin...Iunno."

Solana laughed loudly at Stan trying to act so nonchalant about this whole thing. "Stan, you don't have to act all cool around me. I like you just the way you are."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm not still gonna do it, Solana." He said her name in a teasing manner, knowing she didn't like being called that in the slightest. But! He figured he could get away with it because of how much she seemed into him at the moment. It was a little bit of a guilty pleasure, making her squirm.

"STAN!" she said loudly, embarrassment so evident.

"Yeah, Solana?" He responded, smirking devilishly.

"Oh my godddddd. You're so annoooyyyiingggg," she whined playfully.

"Not annoying enough for you to leave me alone, toots. You're still gonna be here in the morning. But at least ya can text me now instead of usin that clunky ass dating site."

"Oh, I knooowww. I hate that stupid site. You would think they'd have an app or something," she sighed dramatically.

" I dunno much about apps so I can't say. But, I'm looking forward to your good morning message, Miss Solana," he said with a grin.

Solana's silence could only be interpreted as her being flustered. "Yeah. I'm definitely gonna send you your very first good morning text ever. I have a feeling you've never dealt with women who have manners like that," she joked.

"You're damn right," he joked back.

She laughed at him. She was so happy that he could bounce off her and she could do the same. They had the exact same type of humor and it set her soul ablaze. They hadn't known each other for long but she felt like she had the tiniest bit of a connection with him.

"Good night, Stanley."

"Good night, Solana."

Stan hung up the phone and leaned back in his recliner, laying his phone on his chest. He folded his hands across the top of his stomach and closed his eyes. He didn't realize how tired he was until that moment. He didn't usually stay up this late for the rerun of The Duchess Approves. But it was worth it to get to know Solana a little more and finally get to hear her voice. Her sweet and perky voice. If sunshine had a sound, it would have been exactly what she sounded like. He only hoped that the beauty of her voice and name matched her face.

Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, his eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in terror.

I HAVE A DATE! he thought to himself as he started panicking internally.

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