#we have a tarp to cover it for the rain

[john-marshall]

we made an enclosure for the cats on our patio

[gifti3]

More lucid dreams yayyy

[butterballbuttnakey]

Oh I forgot to mention that I've had two dreams about jacob 🥴🙃

They're in the tags if yall wanna see how weird my mind is lmao 😅🙈

[chaotic-mystery]

Room 77 | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: It was a great plan at first to carpool with Joel & have him drive to your dad’s vacation house, until it wasn’t.

ꨄ CW: SMUT ! 18+ MINORS DNI! one bed trope!, age gap (readers like mid 20s Joel’s like early 50s idk) mean Joel at first, sloppy sleepy sex, reader be havin those daydreams about Joel, spitting, choking, unprotected sex, slight fingering, cream pie, cockwarming, dirty talkkk, slight use of the name daddy, pet names.

ꨄ WC: 3K

(No outbreak!au, no Sarah!au )

Read part two here

“Please say something..” you muttered and sniffled softly. Your dads best friend, Joel, sat in utter disbelief and annoyance. “I fuckin’ told you we should’ve taken your damn car, but you don’t listen. Here we are, having to find a cheap motel for the night because my truck can’t handle the rain.” He threw the truck in reverse and backtracked until he found the motel he noticed hours ago when he flew by. The idea of carpooling with him sounded good in theory up until this happened.

“I’m sorry, okay? You don’t have to make me feel bad about it. Can you just calm down, please?” You questioned and looked at him with your beautiful eyes that were just oh so hard to say no to. It took a few seconds of Joel staring at them for him to shrug you off slightly and shake his head.

“Well, better head inside and get some sleep, rain’ll be over soon and we’ll head back out.” Joel muttered and looked your way momentarily before clearing his throat. “Fine. I’ll pay you back when we get to town, promise.” You grabbed your purse off the middle of the seat and opened the door, the rain instantly coating the inside of the door panel. Joel grumbled as he made his way into the rain, covering his head with his coat as best as he could with one hand as he reached his other hand towards you to help walk you to the sidewalk. “I got it, s’fine” you brushed passed his invitation and stood under the awning to shake off as much water as you could from your coat. The wind mixed with the rain sent a shiver down your spine, your hair dripping water across your face. Joel shook off his jacket and ran a hand through his hair and slicked it back. “Jus’ wait here, I’ll get us sorted” he handed over his jacket for you to hold onto so it didn’t drip all over the floor inside as he talked to the lady at the front desk.

You watched from the front window of the shabby building, Joel’s arms at his side going in the air. His head was shaking from side to side and the lady had an apologetic look in her face, you knew something wasn’t going his way. Suddenly Joel was walking to the door and pushing it open to you, sighing loudly. “They’ve only got one room left for tonight.” You looked at him in confusion, “That’s fine? Two beds, it’ll be fine.” He stared at you with a blank look on his face, almost masking the annoyance completely. “One bed.” Joel looked away and rubbed his coarse beard in frustration. Part of him was hoping you’d freak out and barge in there to demand a separate room or one with two beds, but the other part was secretly hoping you wouldn’t. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at the bushes behind Joel, nodding slowly, “Oh…okay. Well um…we can make that work, can’t we?” your eyes met his as you snapped out of it. His face softened as if all of his stress and frustration washed away, seeing how you weren’t angry at him anymore. That was only because the anger was replaced with nervousness. Joel had a way of making you feel nervous with his intimidating yet beautiful face, his demeanor, the way he spoke. You didn’t want him to know though and somehow think you were a prude, so a brave face was the only way out of this. He ran back to the truck to grab his duffle bag and your smaller bag, hoping there were clothes in it and not in the big one in the bed of the truck under the tarp.

Joel started to walk under the awnings looking for room number 77, quickly realizing it’s up the stairs. “God dammit” he muttered as he made his way to the second floor, his knees cracking almost every step he took. He reached his hand out behind him for you to grab so you could cover your head from the rain and let him guide you to your destination. As you glanced down you could feel your heart racing and you reluctantly took his pinky and ring finger in your palm, closing your hand slowly. “I think it’s all the way down towards the end Joel, go left” you pointed out and he turned, leading you under the neon sign poorly hung on the wall. You fixed his jacket to rest on your shoulders, Joel finally getting to your room. He jingled the keys in his hand before unlocking the door and letting you go inside first.

There it was. Your bed in the middle of the room with a small chair in the corner and an old tv on a worn out dresser. This was starting to become real to you, you were sharing a room with your dads best friend for the night. Joel locked the door behind him and shook his head quickly, water flying everywhere. “Hope this one has some fresh clothes for you, bunny.” He handed over your bag and your hand brushed against his, your face feeling hot. “Y-yeah, this one does. Thanks, I would’ve never thought to grab these. I’m gonna go shower and warm up a little.” Joel nodded and tossed his soaking jacket across the back of the small wooden chair by the window. There was a small part of your mind that wondered what he’d look like in the shower, pinning you against the wall with his hand around your throat as he tells you to look at him before he kisses you deeply. He stood in front of the tv and messed around with the remote to turn it on so you didn’t feel like he was listening in on you.

Just as you were going to shut the door, you looked into the mirror and threw the space of the door, you watched Joel peel his shirt off his wet body, tossing it god knows where. His torso glistened in the tv light and he started to unbutton his jeans, still blissfully unaware you were watching. You closed the door as quiet as you could and locked it, immediately getting out of your clothes. If your panties weren’t wet before, they definitely were after watching him strip. A little fantasizing never hurt anybody and he was never going to find out about said fantasies. The warm water beat down over your back and you closed your eyes in relaxation, taking as much as you could get before the shitty water heater quit. God were you nervous to go to sleep, what if your snoring keeps him awake all night? Would he leave you here in the morning because technically this all happened because of you. You insisted Joel drive his truck instead of taking your car because it was bigger. He tried telling you it wasn’t all that reliable but you had already thrown your stuff in the bed of the truck by that point.

Your hand wrapped around the knob to shut the water off after you had enough and you were practically falling asleep standing up. Until now you had completely forgotten the only pajamas you packed were a little too skimpy for this situation, but what other choice did you have? You rummaged through the bag on the counter trying to find the least revealing combo you packed. You could’ve died from embarrassment as you didn’t find one pair of panties in this mess of pajamas. How could you sleep in the same bed with Joel just full commando under your shorts? There was zero chance of him going to get your other bag, so you had to do what you had to do and put your shorts on over your bare ass.

“Thought you were gonna sleep in there” Joel chuckled as you made your way out into the rest of the room. While you were in the bathroom having a wardrobe malfunction, he managed to make a wall of two pillows in the middle of the bed so you could ease your mind. You laughed softly and tried not to stare at his arms that were folded behind his head while he watched whatever he could find on the tv. Joel had no business looking so good just relaxing, how on earth were you going to be able to sleep tonight with him like that? “What’re we watchin?” your voice clearly indicating you were nervous while you climbed into bed, tugging the blanket over your body quickly so he couldn’t see much. His jaw clenched slightly and he looked over at you and made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know, to be honest, sweet pea. I’m tired though, I just didn’t wanna sit in silence while you showered.” and just like that there you were in the pitch black with Joel Miller.

You both shimmied down into bed, your back facing Joel’s pillow wall and his face just on the other side. He was dreaming if he thought you could fall asleep quickly, especially here. The thunder boomed above you and lightning followed behind it, lighting up behind the drawn curtains. Joel must’ve heard your teeth chattering because you suddenly felt a hand cross the pillow wall, his fingers tracing up and down gently to soothe you. “S’okay bunny, nothin’s gonna get ya.” You tried to not focus so much on his kind gesture but damn was he sending your head straight for the gutter. If only his hand would creep around just a little more and grab your boob, just a small squeeze..god.

“Joel, can you play with my hair please? Just five minutes, that’s all and then I swear I’ll go to sleep? It just helps me relax” you questioned and sat up a little to look at him. There wasn’t much he could say to that and he was already half asleep anyway so it didn’t really matter. “Mmmyeah, cmon. Lay down for me” his groggy tone made your excitement rush your shorts and you felt so silly for getting turned on by that. You subconsciously scooted back against the pillows so he didn’t have to reach far when his hand found its way into your damp hair. Finally, you didn't feel so nervous being so close to him. This was innocent, it was just something he was doing to make you feel better to go to sleep. Your eyes closed as he started to scratch along your scalp slowly, melting all the stress away from your body. Joel gave the back of your neck a firm squeeze and you whimpered softly in relief, your eyes flying open in hopes he didn’t hear that.

“Didja like that, hunny?” his thick accent was in full effect the more tired he got and he laughed as he squeezed your neck once more. “Shut up, I just have a lot of stress there, that’s all” you were scrambling for any kind of plausible excuse you could think of. His fingers went from the back of your neck to the crook of your neck and just barely brushed over your soft skin. It felt like he was teasing you almost, like he wanted to hear you whimper again. What a sick freak. Maybe you were even sicker for wanting to do it again for him. Your body was backing up against the pillow wall even more and you could feel Joels legs with yours. His fingers stopped for a few seconds as he was processing what was happening and he started up again, this time slowly making his way to your chest. He rubbed his palm over your heart softly, almost afraid to move down the valley between your breasts.

“You can feel them i-if you want, I don’t mind.” Your voice shook and he cupped your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers softly and you heard a faint gasp come from behind the pillows. Without a second thought you grabbed both pillows and tossed them to the floor, backing up all the way against Joel. You didn’t care at this point, you needed him and you wanted him to do far more than play with your nipples. “Kiss me, please.” you turned your head to the side and he leaned in slowly to kiss you, his soft lips pressed against yours. In seconds he was growing hungry for more, his hands traveling all over your body and his kisses getting sloppy. The both of you were a little delirious from driving all night but man did it make it feel ten times better. Joels hand almost went under the band of your shorts and he pulled away slightly, “May I?”

A whimper came out of your mouth as an answer and his hand traveled down your shorts and he groaned as he realized you weren’t wearing panties. “Oh baby doll, no panties, huh? Naughty lil thing.” Joel tutted and plunged a finger between your soaking folds. His low groans vibrated on the shell of your ear and sent your head in the clouds, spinning in pleasure. You reached your arm back and placed your hand on his head while he worked his finger delicately over your entrance. He was soon knuckle deep and you moaned out his name.

“Fuck, Joel yes like that, just like that.”

You crashed your lips onto his, your tongue wanting to find his. Joel’s growing boner pressed against your ass as you grinded against him. The mix between him fingering you and pushing his hard cock against you was driving you nuts, you wanted him badly. He shoved down your shorts to your ankles and soon followed his underwear and pajama pants. “Spit in my hand for me, yeah?” He asked and held out his hand in front of you. Your lustful eyes met his and locked in as you spit exactly where he told you. His hand quickly went to his cock as he thrusted into his palm, coating himself with your saliva.

“Fuuuuck I need this pretty wet pussy wrapped around me right now. Hold your leg for me so I can get inside, baby. Stay still.” His muffled words were spoken against your hair as he buried his cock in your dripping hole.

The two of you went silent for a few seconds while you got adjusted, when finally you were able to get a squeak out. “Jesus- fuck, you’re so big inside me I can’t-“ his arm that was under your head wrapped around your neck and pulled you against him, shushing you while he bit your ear subtly. “Mmm you can handle it baby, you got it. Stay with me.” His headlock was firm, he needed you right where you were. Joel gripped your waist with his other hand and began thrusting deep inside you, his soft whimpers turning into throaty groans in no time.

It felt as if he was going to split you open from the inside out, but you didn’t care. You were absolutely fucked out of your right mind, you were his. Joel was so vocal with you it was almost shocking. You never expected him to be so loud and dirty talk to you the way he was but wow did he do it well. You drank in each other's moans as your tongues danced together, his cock thrusting into you so fast he was making your pussy squelch.

Your stomach caved with every deep breath you took, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot and causing you to forget to breathe. “Yes, right there baby fuck, don’t stop. You feel so good inside me, don’t ever stop.” You were begging at this point, the desperation taking over you. Joel groaned your name louder as his headlock around you got tighter. “You’re such a naughty girl for me sweetheart, begging me not to leave this soaking wet pussy.”

Joel reached around from your waist and circled your clit, moving his middle finger vigorously on the sensitive bud. Your knees began to shake and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he kept that up. “Cum for me baby, coat daddy’s cock with your cum, let me feel it. Let me feel you absolutely shut down on my big cock.” His lips pressed kisses all over your head and ear, sending you over the edge. Eyes screwed shut, you shouted out his name and cuss words following, bucking your hips to ride out your orgasm that was hitting you hard.

That still wasn’t enough for you. One orgasm wasn’t enough. “Joel-fuck..keep fucking me, make me cry from cumming so hard.” He grunted and thrusted into you once more like he never stopped.

“Yeah, I knew you had it in you to go one more. You love the way I make your pussy feel, don’t you, filthy girl.” You nodded and whimpered yes, but he could hardly hear it over the slapping of his skin on yours. Joel’s thrusts were getting sloppy and he began panting. “Gonna let me cum inside you, princess? Fuucck, I don’t have much left in me. Let me fill you up please.” He begged and you clenched around his cock, earning a moan from him.

“Sh-ii-it baby f-fuck I’m c-coming I'm comin-“ he panted as he began shooting his hot load, thrusting every pump of cum further inside you. Joel’s grip around your head loosened as he drained himself, his sweaty chest sticking to your back. Neither one of you moved as you laid there barely covered by the thin sheet now, his cock growing soft in you. As you both tried to catch your breath, somehow even in the dark you managed to look at his eyes. “I don’t think the rain has stopped yet, might need to stay an extra day just to be safe.”

[goldenempyrean]

for your drabbles request, i was thinking something like this:

W: “Do you not see how pale you are right now?”     

R: “Can you just shut up for a second?”

W: "You can’t drive home in your condition.”  

with sick!reader and caretaker!wanda, kinda angsty but with a happy ending if possible :)

Second Opinion

〚 Notes - Just a drabble....whole story? Potato potatah? Wanda's a major bitch at the start of this but we'll look over it because she redeems herself <3 Sorry this took a while, I got sent home from work sick so finally had the time to finish this :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your camping trip doesn't go to plan. Wanda isn't exactly helping you feel better. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1530 〛

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“I knew you didn’t check the weather.” Wanda grumbled from the under the small shelter you’d both huddled beneath, shaking out her soaked hair and scrunching up her damp curls before shooting you an annoyed look. 

“I didnt realise it was going to rain!” You threw your hands up defensively, the action had sent the water droplets on your arms splashing in every direction, “I’m just as soaked as you are! How was I meant to know the tent wasn’t waterproof?” 

The pair of you loved to camp, it was always fun to get out into nature, switch off your electronics and unwind. It was something you did every year. Unfortunately you’d forgotten to check the weather before rushing off for a weekend away. It had rained heavily throughout the night and much to Wanda’s horror, had made the tragic discovery that the tent you’d been sleeping in was definitely not waterproof. 

You’d both woken up to find yourselves soaked to the bone,  laying in freezing cold water… Not the greatest way to wake up. 

Wanda sighed, rubbing her arms for warmth. "Well, what do we do now? We can't stay here in this soggy mess." 

“We can pack up everything into the boot, there should be a tarp in there so it wont ruin the interior. Then I guess we just head home?”  You sniffled, as a chill rolled up your arms. 

Wanda grumbled as she helped gather up the soggy camping gear, shooting you occasional glares that seemed to say, "This is all your fault." Meanwhile, you couldn't shake off the chill that had settled deep into your bones. The feeling of your damp clothes sticking to you only added to your discomfort. 

But as you packed up, Wanda's annoyance seemed to intensify with every wet item she handled. "I can't believe this," She muttered, shaking out a drenched sleeping bag. "We should have checked the weather. This is just typical of you! You’re so unprepared!” 

You tried to muster a defense, but your voice came out weak and raspy. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for this to happen." You cringed a little at the sound of your voice. You’d had a cold for the past week however you’d started feeling better for the last few days but you’d supposed that waking up shivering and soaked would make anyone feel ill again. 

As Wanda continued to grumble, you couldn't help but sneeze, the action sent had you stumbling forward a little and you really hadn’t been able to cover your mouth in time… 

"Ugh, seriously?" she snapped, wiping at her dampened clothes with annoyance. "First, the weather, and now you're sneezing on me? Could this day get any worse?" 

You winced, feeling guilty for both the sneeze and the situation as a whole. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, reaching for a tissue to cover your mouth. "It's this stupid cold. I can't help it." 

Wanda rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.  

“Go wait in the car,” She gave you a stern look, the kind she had when she wouldn’t take no for an answer and pointed to the vehicle. “You better take those soaked clothes off as well, I need you getting pneumonia.” 

You sniffled, not bothering to argue any longer. The corners of your temples had started to ache and you couldn’t deal with her attitude. 

“Fine!” You climbed into the driver’s side and closed the door with a slam. 

As Wanda continued packing up the camping gear, her frustration seemed to grow with each soggy item she handled. She muttered under her breath, shooting occasional glances towards the car where you were waiting. 

“Are you even able to drive safely?” Wanda mumbled under her breath as she clambered into the passenger seat only ten minutes later. You sent her an unimpressed glare. “I’m being serious, I mean do you not see how pale you are right now? What if you fall asleep while driving?” 

"Can you just shut up for a second?" You snapped back, feeling the throbbing ache in your temples intensify with each passing moment. You weren’t in the mood to argue from the second she’d gotten in the car. 

Wanda sighed heavily, her frustration mixing with genuine worry. "You can't drive home in your condition." 

You leaned back in the seat, the cold seeping into your bones and sapping what little energy you had left. "I'll manage," you muttered stubbornly, though the idea of driving in your current state filled you with dread. 

Her eyes narrowed, a distinct crease forming in her brow, “No you won’t manage! Just let me drive, Y/N, for gods sake!” 

You knew she was right; driving in your current state was a recipe for disaster. Reluctantly, you handed over the keys, feeling defeated and utterly drained. 

Wanda wasted no time taking charge, starting the car and adjusting the mirrors before pulling out of the campsite. You slumped in the passenger seat, feeling the chill of your soaked clothes seep deeper into your bones. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to ease the throbbing. 

You sniffled, trying to stifle the tickle in your nose, but it persisted, building with each passing moment until you couldn't help but let out a series of harsh, miserable sneezes. 

Wanda glanced over at you, her annoyance fading into concern as she saw the way you huddled in on yourself. "You okay?" she asked, her voice a little softer now. 

You mustered a weak nod, but the look on your face betrayed the truth. Your cheeks flushed with fever, and your skin felt clammy to the touch. It was clear you were far from okay. 

“Don’t lie to me.” She mumbled, her hand coming to rest on your forehead, “You’ve got a fever again.” She sighed, her hand coming down for cup your cheek for a moment, and you found yourself sinking into her touch, craving the comfort it brought. 

You still were reluctant to fully give in, “I’m fine Wands. Just leave it… please?” You added, expecting her to argue back but she just looked at you with sympathy instead and murmured under her breath.

"I think you need a second opinion on that."

As the car hummed along the roads, the combination of exhaustion and illness weighed heavily on you. Despite your best efforts to stay awake and alert, the steady rhythm of the car and the warmth from the heater lulled you into a drowsy haze. 

Your eyelids grew heavy, and before you knew it, you had succumbed to the pull of sleep. Your head lolled to the side, resting against the window as raspy breaths and intermittent coughs escaped your lips. Wanda glanced over at you, her expression softening at the sight of you. 

The guilt weighed heavily on her as she watched you sleep, your face flushed with fever, your body shivering involuntarily despite the warmth of the car. She pulled the car over to quickly reach into the back, pulling up the blanket you usually kept in the backseats before gently laying it over you, tucking it in at the sides. Wanda sighed in remorse, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been too harsh on you earlier.  

She replayed the events of the morning in her mind, feeling a pang of regret with each memory. Maybe she should have been more understanding, more patient. She hadn’t slept well and was overtired and she had taken it out on you. After all, you didn't intentionally get sick or forget to check the weather. It was just an unfortunate series of events.  

Eventually, the familiar sight of your home came into view, and Wanda felt a sense of relief wash over her. She carefully parked the car and turned off the engine, reaching over to gently shake your shoulder. 

"Hey, we're home," she murmured softly, her voice laced with concern. "Let's get you inside and warmed up." 

With Wanda's help, you groggily stumbled out of the car and into the warmth of your home. She guided you to the couch, before hurrying off to your bedroom, quickly returning with a thick hoodie for you to wear and you could hear the distance hum of running water. 

"I'm sorry for snapping earlier," Wanda murmured, her voice filled with sincerity. "I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was way out of line.” 

“I’ve started a bath for you if you want it?” 

Wanda's apology hangs in the air, melting away any lingering tension. With a soft smile, you reach out and grasp her hand’ “Thank you, baby," you replied, your voice still hoarse. "I appreciate it. And a bath sounds wonderful after all this.” You paused, watching as she fidgeted with her fingers - clearly still feeling guilty. 

“Do you want to join me? You got soaked too y’know.” 

She blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting that response. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, “If you’ll have me?” Her eyes softened as she nodded, her lips curling into a relieved smile. 

"I'd love to." 

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[wordsaresimple-imnot]

smut ,Joe liebgot and the reader dry humping and slightly pleasing eachother in there foxhole in the cold

Body heat - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Anon, I loved this prompt! Thank you! I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Warnings: 18+ content sorta, dry humping, making-out, cursing, she/her pronouns, 1st person pov (female).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: This was fun to write and I enjoyed the idea a lot! Hope y'all enjoy it! Please comment, like, reblog :) :)

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Another gust of wind lifts the tarp covering the top of our foxhole, blasting cold, wet air around us effectively stealing what little warmth we'd managed build up around ourselves.

"Goddamn it! When this is over, I never want to see the rain or snow ever again." I grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around myself, but it's damp and can only do so much.

"Quit bitching, you're ruining the mood." Liebgott smirks at the glare I shoot him.

"Fuck you." Any venom I have in my voice is lost as my teeth chatter.

"Would love to, but it's too cold." I see him shiver slightly.

"Glad to know that's the only reason." I roll my eyes.

"Course it is." He shoots me a wink and I feel a little bit of heat crawl up my neck and cheeks. Suddenly I'm thankful it's pitch black right now so he can't see my blush.

"Shut up." I mutter half heartedly, shoving his shoulder before attempting to get comfortable next to him. We are silent for a few minutes as, I assume, we try to get semi warm enough to doze a little until he speaks again.

"You know...sharing body heat is a great way to get warm." His voice is low but the words bounce around us on the wind. Again, I send a thank you to the universe that he can't see how flushed I am. I turn my head to tell him to shut up again and find his eyes already on me. The heat in his eyes has the words dying on my tongue.

"What?" Is all I can manage to get out, which I mentally kick myself for. Real smooth. His hand slips out from under his own blanket and grabs mine, tugging me towards him.

"Come here." He moves me around like I'm his own personal ragdoll, rearranging our blankets so one's over the top of our heads and shoulders and the other is around my back with the ends tucked behind him. The new position has be straddling his lap, our bodies centimeters away and our faces so close we are sharing each others breathes. I can feel his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, squeezing my hips every other time. My own arms are draped around his shoulders.

Joe nudges my nose with his. "Told you this would be warmer." All I can do is nod, making him smirk. "I don't know about you, but my lips are still cold."

At his words my eyes drop down to his lips and watch as his tongue runs over them, then look back to his eyes that haven't lost their heat. I make the split second decision to worry about the consequences and what-ifs at a later date and close the gap between us. He eagerly kisses me back, moving one hand to the back of my neck to hold my head where he wants it, while the other wraps around my waist to keep me flush against him.

Our tongues meet and we enjoy a long exploration of each others mouths; licking and sucking and nipping. After a particularly sharp bite on my bottom lip, I grind down onto his lap and then groan at the feel of his growing erection beneath me. I grind down again and this time Joe groans with me.

"Do it again, baby." He pleads against my lips. When I do he kisses me again to muffle the noises we make. I move one of my hands to grip his upper arm tightly to help my leverage and swivel my hips until I find the angle that gives us both the pleasure we need. Once I find that I set a hard pace that Joe eagerly lifts his hips to match.

Soon the cold around us is forgotten as we focus on keeping the other quiet and chasing the pleasure building inside us. Joe lets go of my neck and I feel both his hands grabbing my ass, using it to press me harder against him. My pace starts to become erratic.

"Fuck, I'm close Joe." Joe gives me a hard nip on my jawline and whispers in my ear.

"I got you, let go baby." My head turns to the side and I bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to hide my moan as much as possible. As I'm coming down from my high, I feel Joe's movements becoming more frantic. I turn my head away from his shoulder, nipping at the bit of flesh exposed on his neck and then his jawline.

Three thrusts later he stills beneath me, breathing heavily as he lets out curses and my name. We melt even more into each other, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss and warmth we created around us. Just as I'm drifting off, I feel Joe drop a kiss on the top of my head and my heart flutters.

But that's something to address at a later time.

[jgnico]

Some "bad miracles" in Nope. (Or rather bad things that were inadvertently miracles and vice versa.)

The power outtages. It's something that we normally see as a an inconvenience, same as our cell phones suddenly going out. But the lack of light/sound (the house going dark, the car stopping, the music cutting, the phone call dropping) is what essentially hides our main characters thoughout the movie.

The shoe standing upright during Gordy's massacre. While the byproduct of something horrific, its what essentially keeps Jupe alive, by distracting him long enough during the rampage for the actor that played the father to take Gordy's attention away from the room that Jupe was hiding in. (Also the birthday balloons --normally seen as a gift-- being what sets Gordy off.)

Money falling from the sky. Something that's commonly thought of as a miracle, a dream scenario, being what killed Otis Sr.

OJ having to sell the horses to Jupe (bad) being what kept Jean Jacket from seeking food at the Ranch for half a year.

Angel getting trapped in a tarp AND barb wire while trying to run from Jean Jacket being what actually kept him from being eaten.

Em accidentally photo-bombing some kids (bad for them) being what allows her to finally take a photo of JJ when all their other plans have failed. (Also shoutout to the mantis that just so happened to cover the camera for the entire time that Jean was attacking, only for it to leave right after. I'd say that can fit in here too.)

The motocyclist showing up in the middle of the main characters' big plan. While inconvient for them pre-crash, and awful for the cyclist post-crash, he and his reflective helmet actually completely draw and keep JJ's attention long enough for OJ to make it to safety. Much like how the vfx ball spooked and irritated Lucky, the helmet most likely did the same for JJ and completely derailed her focus from both OJ and the horse.

And finally, the "rain" of blood/saliva from Jean Jacket falling on the house. This one has isn't immediately obvious but it's pretty safe to say that it's a refence to water bring turned into blood in Exodus. While a miracle from God for his people, yes, it was both a plague and punishment for the Egyptians.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairing: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Hiiiiiiii :) I’m back with yet ANOTHER smutty-ass poly short MHA fic cuz I’m a smutty-ass person. This fic is only seven chapters or so cuz I didn’t feel like writing all that lol. Anyhow, I hope y’all enjoy! I appreciate any comments or criticism so feel free to drop any. Love y’all! -Jazz

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER ONE

You’d never felt more nervous than you do now standing at the threshold of Dynamight and Red Riot’s ridiculously huge and beautiful home, your hand wrapped tightly in your girlfriend’s.

The two top pro heroes’ home makes your and your partner Mina’s condo look like shit. Your eyes roam over the glass windows and balconies on the upper floors; the large pool and two large cabanas on the patio covered by the tarp to protect from the rain; the personal tennis and basketball courts you can see from your spot at the steps, facing the door. It is truly the epitome of wealth.

It also reminds you that you’re about to enter the home of two pros who you’ve also been crushing on since they hit the scene. It’s a stupid, schoolgirl crush, like the ones you have on celebrities and dreamy characters in books and TV shows. It’s one your girlfriend teases you about often, especially since she knows them so well.

Mina, with her gorgeous, golden eyes and supportive smile, glances at you as you stand together under the overcast clouds in the warm summer night. “Ready?” she asks gently. “We should go inside now before the storm starts. Kiri said we’re free to stay to wait it out later if we want.”

You haven’t even started the night yet and yet the talk of a “later” makes you flush in your light cardigan and sundress that feel soft against your bare thighs and legs. Mina had helped you pick out the outfit and you paired it with some nice simple flats. Your makeup is on the softer side, not wanting to go dramatic for a simple home-cooked dinner and movie.

Mina is much different. She went for a turquoise mini dress that hugs her toned body and shows off her legs, right down to her painted toes peeking out of her open-toed sandals. She looks damn good and you made that known to her during the car ride over with your hand on her thigh and your lips on hers.

The day leading up to tonight wasn’t as bad, with so many tasks and duties distracting you enough to not think about it. But with everything now coming to fruition, you’re less than ready, even though you had agreed to it with enthusiasm. Mina, noticing that you haven’t answered, drops your hand and twists you around. “You’ve got that look on your face,” she comments. You blink at her, confused. “What look?”

“That look you get when you’re deep in thought,” she replies, her tone firm. “Talk to me, babe. What’s wrong? Do you not wanna do this? Because we can turn around right now and–”

“No!” you immediately reply in a frantic snap. She blinks at you, surprised. You sigh deeply, feeling bad for acting like this. After all, you and she are really here because of you. For the past month since that UA High reunion, you and Mina have embarked on a very interesting and very intoxicating voyage that led right to Dynamight and Red Riot.

The reunion was sometime in late April and every person who graduated from UA was in attendance, including Class A-1. Mina took you as her date to celebrate your two-year relationship and to introduce you to old friends and teachers. You had seen some people you were excepting to come, but what you didn’t expect to see at all was Katsuki Bakugou and Ejirou Kirishima.

You had literally bumped into Bakugou while getting yourself a glass of punch from the snack table after an hour of dancing with Mina and the A-1 girls to the music that just seemed to get better and better with every transition. You didn’t quite see where you were going and bumped right into hard muscle and flesh.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” you immediately apologized. “I didn’t even see…” Your words died in your throat as soon as you looked up into the vermillion eyes and scowl of Bakugou who looked dapper in his burgundy button-down, suit jacket, and tailored pants. He was tall with piercings in his eyebrow and ear and his unruly blonde hair was styled into an undercut that fit him well.

“…you,” you finished, the word coming out of your lips like an exhale.

Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just continued to fix you with that look, similar to that of the old days. You expected him to start yelling at you and call you a dumbass as Mina said he usually did with people he thought were extras back when they were teens, and you mentally braced yourself for the public humiliation of knocking into Dynamight, pro hero number two.

But instead, Bakugou’s face broke as he began to laugh, throwing his head back. “Aw, man!” he cackled. “You should’ve seen your face! You looked like you were gonna piss yourself!” He doubled over, still laughing hysterically.

You stood there, not sure what to do or say. “Katsuki!” someone yelled from behind you. The voice was deep and raspy, similar to Bakugou’s but a bit higher and very familiar to you. You turned to see none other than Ejirou Kirishima in all of his big broadness. He wore a black V-neck that stretched over his broad chest and big pecs that should’ve been illegal, dress slacks, and a burgundy jacket that matched Bakugou’s a little too well.

As he got closer, you mapped out his features: his hair was long, pulled into a low bun; he had his own piercings as well, including in both ears, his eyebrow, and his nipples that you could clearly see through the thin fabric of his shirt; and he was rocking black stubble on his chin and upper lip that resembled a goatee that looked absolutely, ridiculously sexy on him. “Is he bothering you, miss?” he asked gently. “Sorry. He’s a little tipsy.”

You were at a loss for words, too shook to speak. Your heart hammered against your chest, as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. Desperately, you searched for words, but you were luckily saved by your girlfriend. “Kiri!” Mina shouted from behind Katsuki as she raced off the dance floor. “Katsuki!”

Kiri’s crimson eyes widened at the sight of his old friend. “Mina Ashido!” he hollered. “Fuck, girl, it’s been forever!” He swooped in to embrace her, taking her right off the ground. She squealed, wrapping her arms and legs around him before he put her down. “How have you been?” he asked happily. “Pro work treating you well? Fuck, you look amazing! You been growing your hair out?”

“Oi, shitty-hair,” Bakugou grumbled, nudging Kiri hard with his elbow. “Relax with the third degree, huh? You just ran into the girl.” He smirked down at her. “What’s up, shorty? You gonna give me a hug or what?”

Mina giggled and swooped in for a hug, earning a squeeze from Bakugou and his impressive arms. You were surprised at the spark of jealousy you felt seeing your pretty girlfriend get hugged by the two equally pretty men, wanting to feel their arms around you too. “Hey, you guys met Y/N, my girlfriend?” Mina asked once she moved away from Bakugou. She took your hand and brought you closer to the duo, smiling proudly.

“Oh, so this is her?” Kiri asked, grinning down at you. “It’s so nice to meet you! We’ve seen you a lot on Mina’s IG.” He stuck his hand out and you shook it, noticing how much bigger and rougher it was.

Bakugou stuck his hand out too, but you eyed it warily. “Do you really deserve a handshake after laughing at me?” you asked, and he raised a brow at your quip. Mina looked between you two, confused. “Wait, huh?”

As Kiri laughed, you smirked. “Long story.”

“Chill,” Bakugou sighed. “It was a joke. And it was kinda funny.” He stuck out his hand to you once more, smiling. “Come on. Truce?” You stared him down for a while until, finally, you gave in and shook his hand. “Katsuki. Nice to meet you.” He gave you a dazzling smile that nearly left you without your sarcastic front for a moment.

Mina let out a big sigh, shaking her head up at the guys. “Can’t believe the second and forth most popular pros decided to show up for us extras.”

“Hey, the number one is here too,” Kiri replied, referring to Deku. “By the way, congrats on your spot at number seven.” Mina grinned widely at the mention of her accomplishment. “Thanks! It was hard, but I’m happy. But I’m aiming for number six next year. Charge Bolt better watch his fucking back!”

“You guys wanna sit with us?” Kiri nodded at an empty table nearby, claimed by their jackets. “We just got here, so we were just making rounds until we ran this one.” He smiled apologetically at you, filling your stomach with butterflies. “Sorry you had to fall victim to Katsuki’s pregame.” Bakugou rolled his crimson eyes.

“Sure!” Mina answered before turning to you. “Is that okay with you, babe?” You could only muster a nod, too afraid to open your mouth and say something embarrassing. You could hardly believe it when Kiri and Bakugou walked you over to their table where a plate of snacks sits–cheese cubes, crackers and salami, fruit, and pastries. Kiri told you and Mina they were up for grabs as he and Bakugou sat down across from you.

“So what’s been up, stranger?” he asked, grinning at Mina. He sat back against his chair, slinging an arm over Bakugou’s seat. “Sorry it’s been so long since we’ve talked. With trying to keep crime off the streets, it’s been–”

“Hey.” Mina’s tone was firm, but her smile was kind. “No apologies. Life happens and besides, we’re all here now.” She put a hand over Kiri’s and grinned at Bakugou. “Just like old times.” Bakugou smirked at her and you envisioned them all as teens in high school, just like this.

“And we’re finally meeting you too,” Kiri said, giving you a sweet smile. “You pick ‘em well, Mina.” The compliment made you flush under the lights. “Well, she picked me, really,” Mina giggled, nudging you with her knee. “It’s hard to find people that aren’t trying to just fuck a pro in this world. Wanna know how we met?”

She began to tell the story of how you met at a speed-dating event that your friends forced you to attend after a dead-end relationship ended months into dating. Mina was there to meet someone after being tired of hookups or people wanting to date her just for the money or fame aspects. Out of all the dates you had, you clicked with Mina the most, regardless of her status, and picked her to give your number after the event ended. After going home, her eyes, like sunken treasure, and pink curls haunted your dreams.

After the story finished, Kiri asked what you did for work and you were happy to respond, going into detail for both him and Bakugou. “I love what I do,” you said. “And it pays well.”

“How’s it feel to be dating a pro hero, huh?” Kiri then asked, smiling playfully at you. You were happy to answer that too. “Amazing,” you cooed, holding Mina’s hand in yours and gazing into her eyes. “It’s been two years and I still feel like I’m getting to know her every single day.” Mina gave you a dazzling smile. “The feeling’s mutual.”

While Kiri audibly “aww”ed at you, Bakugou clicked his tongue against his mouth, rolling his eyes. “You guys are disgusting,” he grumbled before taking a sip of punch that may or may not be spiked with something.

“So what about you?” you asked, more to play with him than actually know. Bakugou glared at you for even asking. “Anybody have you wrapped around your finger? Or you, Eji?” Kiri glanced at Bakugou and a blush coated his cheeks. “Uh, you could say that…”

He glanced again at Bakugou who scowled back at him but it isn’t mean or cold. If anything, it was affectionate. Slowly, the puzzle pieces began to fit together. Wait,” you gasped softly. “Are you two dating?” The guys silently looked at you, neither saying yes nor no. “Seriously?!” you whispered, mouth agape. “I thought those were just rumors!”

For a while, there had been rumors of Dyanmight and Red Riot being more than just coworkers or friends.

“Nope,” Kiri replied, validating your suspicions. “It’s the real deal, but we’ve been keeping it under wraps since the damn paparazzi will make a story out of our dating lives than what we do as heroes.” Bakugou huffed at the mention of them. “Fuckin’ losers.”

You leaned in towards Mina. “Did you know?” you whispered in her ear. She leaned in, nearly knocking your forehead with hers. “Yeah, but they swore me to secrecy. They’d been dating since high school on and off ‘cause of Bakugou’s emotional issues.” She turns to her friends, smiling as Kiri tells Bakugou a joke and he tries not to laugh. “But I guess they’ve gotten stronger.”

You leaned away from Mina, clearing your throat. “So are you guys here together together or…?”

“Nah, just as friends,” Kiri replied. “Which we’re trusting you to keep a secret. Can we make sure you don’t go flapping your gums to some trashy tabloid?” He gave you a mock-serious stare that made your heart knock a little faster against your chest, especially combined with Bakugou’s intense glare.

Luckily for you, the alcohol was working its magic and you leaned in with a smile. “Boys, your secret is safe with me,” you slyly said, crossing your heart. “So.” You curled your fist under your skin, smiling at the attractive pro couple sitting across from you. “What’s been up with you pros?”

The reunion lasted for another hour, most of it spent with Kiri and Bakugou laughing, talking, and trying to get Bakugou to dance. When the night ended, you felt like you knew the couple well and felt yourself feeling sad without them as they walked you and Mina outside the school.

As Mina started the car with her keys, Kiri gave each of you a hug. You felt safe and warm in his muscular arms, those butterflies becoming annoying as he squeezed you to his hard chest. “You girls stay safe, alright?” he said. “We’ll follow you home if you want.”

You giggled as Mina rolled her eyes playfully. “Always the protective one.” Kiri shrugged, still looking concerned for you–it was cute. “Hey, what can I say? Crime is lurking around every corner.”

“Stop killing my buzz, shitty hair!” Bakugou growled after he started his sportscar. Mina laughed as she walked to the car, ready to go home and sleep. Before you could follow her, Bakugou grabbed your hand. Your eyes glanced at his hand in yours before looking into those eyes like rubies. “Mina can give you our numbers. You’re gonna call, right?”

Though his tone sounded rough, which you realized was just his natural voice, you weren’t intimidated at all. He sounded hopeful and his eyes almost held a plea in them that you couldn’t refuse. “Y-Yeah,” you stuttered out, surprised you could even speak.

Bakugou nodded once, looking pleased by that, before Kiri butted in and pressed an unexpected kiss to your cheek. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he whispered, his peppermint-fresh breath fanning in your face. “We hope to see you again soon.”

And you hoped that too. God, did you hope that with all your being!

Mina seemed to want that too because in the weeks after the reunion, the four of you were talking nonstop in the group chat made for you, meeting up on lunch breaks, and going out for day and night activities. It was the most fun you’d had with other people besides Mina and after a while, in your stupid brain that seemed to love to torture you with your girlish fantasies, started to think of your activities as dates.

However, your feelings for Kiri and Bakugou transformed into something more intimate and sensual, not quite a schoolgirl crush anymore, when you all went out for drinks one Friday night after your shift ended. Kiri and Bakugou had picked you up at your office while Mina met you there later after her patrols ended.

You had been there for two hours when the drinks started hitting and everything seemed warmer and bubblier, and Bakugou’s story about his and Kiri’s nightclub romp with an obsessed fan that much funnier. “No way!” Mina shouted while you giggled uncontrollably.

“I’m telling you it happened,” Bakugou grinned as Kiri took a sip of his beer. “She fucking threw herself at Kiri and me butt naked and proclaimed her undying love to us.” He shivered at the memory. “That’s the last time we tried anything new, like that damn nightclub.”

“Aw, come on, Katsuki,” Mina cooed, sipping her third cocktail of the night. “Trying new things is good! Y/N and I do it all the time: new restaurants, new activities, new toys–” She covered her mouth immediately and you froze, your drink at your lips. “That slipped out,” she said apologetically to you.

You could’ve hidden in embarrassment at your tipsy girlfriend’s big mouth. Kiri and Bakugou stared you two down, eyes wide. “Wait, wait,” Kiri said with a guffaw, “now you have to finish that thought. What do you mean ‘toys’?”

“What do you think she means, dumbass?” Bakugou snickered. “Sex toys.” Kiri raised his pierced brow, surprised by delighted by your and Mina’s secret. “You two are freaky like that?”

“Sex toys aren’t even that freaky!” you laughed, the alcohol influencing your looseness. “And yes, we like to indulge in new things from time to time to spice up our sex life.” “Like any loving, long-term couple would.”

Kiri and Bakugou shared an unreadable look. “Like what?” Bakugou grumbled. “Name ‘em.”

Mina looked at you for permission and you nodded, a light, tipsy giggle on your lips. She hummed to herself, counting them off on her fingers. “We’ve done shibari, a bit of dabbling in BDSM, handcuffs, roleplay…” She glanced at you thoughtfully. “We forgetting something?”

“We’ve done all that too,” Kiri snickered. “Katsuki is fond of handcuffs.” Bakugou growled while you began thinking of him handcuffed to Kiri’s headboard, body on full display. “So what’s something you two haven’t tried yet that you’d want to in the bedroom?” he asked, glancing at you. “We’ll start with you.”

Then all eyes were on you, anticipating your answer. You flushed under their gazes and the heat of the lights above, suddenly regretting drinking the cocktails. “Um…” You stirred your straw around your glass, avoiding their eyes. “I’ve always wanted to have a foursome with another couple.”

“Really?” Kiri asked, sounding shocked. “Even with you being possessive, Mina?” Mina giggled. “Anything my baby wants, she gets.” Her pet name made you flush. “Plus I’ve always wanted to try it too. I’ll try anything once.”

“Same here,” Kiri replied, and Bakugou hummed in agreement.

“But we could never find any good couples to do that with,” Mina continued. “People are fuckin’ weird, especially to pros. Yeah, we’re celebs in a way, but we’re people too. You don’t have to constantly flaunt that you had sex with one.”

You nodded because yes, it’s been hard to really put your fantasy into action ever since you let Mina in on it. “So why a foursome, cutie?” Kiri asked, and you flicked your eyes up to him finally.

You wish you didn’t. His and Bakugou’s vermillion eyes on you felt too personal. Too intimate. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to feel secure. “I don’t know.” Bakugou grunted, shaking his head. “That ain’t an answer.”

You sighed, realizing they wouldn’t let up until you gave them an honest, stripped answer. So, with a sip of your cocktail, you gave it to them: “Mina and I have been together for two years. When we met, we’ve always been adventurous and willing to try new things with each other to excite our sex life. I figured maybe being with another couple would be fun to experience together and maybe make our relationship stronger, I guess.”

After you finished, you peered at Kiri and Bakugou through your lashes, smirking. “Was that an answer?” you boldly ask. They didn’t answer you, but those hot gazes stayed on their faces.

You shifted in your seat, feeling warm–and not from the alcohol. “As pros, I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of rendezvous together, right?” you asked, your voice coming out breathless. Kiri shook his head, answering for Bakugou. “No?” you asked, shocked.

“We’re definitely not against it,” he explained. “It’s just not something we’ve tried before. Can’t say it doesn’t sound hot though.” He grinned toothily at you and it filled your body with butterflies.

He leaned back in his seat, exposing the stretch of his muscles in his tight, white tee. “Only problem is we’re both possessive, so if we have sex with other people, it has to be together.” He looked between you and Mina, eyes hooded. You passed it off as the alcohol’s influence. “And the partners we manage to rendezvous with have to be ours entirely. Feels better that way, in my opinion.”

Bakugou was fixing you with the same gaze, his eyes never breaking from either you nor Mina. “Agreed,” he softly growled.

A week after that conversation, you knew you were attracted to them. There was no denying it or keeping it from Mina any longer. So, one Saturday afternoon, you decided to go on a walk with Mina in your local park.

Hand in hand and away from the joggers, dogwalkers, and school kids out for the weekend, you got up the nerve to tell her your damning secret. “I have to tell you something,” you nervously began, “and I’m only telling you because I love you and I know that communication is key in healthy relationships.”

Mina stopped walking and stared at you, trying to hide her worry. “Okay.”

Under the blooming trees in the late-spring breeze, you allowed yourself to come clean despite the nervous pricks at your skin. You inhaled deeply and exhaled, “I’m feeling some type of way for Kiri and Bakugou.”

Mina blinked at you, never responding. “Not in a bad way!” you rushed to explain. “I like them a lot, but…just in a friendly way.”

Once again, she wordlessly blinked at you and you groaned, frustrated. “Fuck, I’m attracted to them! I don’t know how it happened, but every time we’re together, I just feel hot all over and I can’t focus on anything but them. And, of course, I’m attracted to you too, but now it’s like I’m attracted to all three of you. …Am I making sense?”

You stopped your word vomit momentarily to look at your girlfriend, screaming internally for a response. Finally, after staring you down, she replied. “Yes, and I feel the same way.” Now it was your turn to blink at her, shocked. “Y-You do?” you stuttered softly.

Mina toyed with the stray string on her oversized yellow sweater, shy. “I didn’t tell you this before,” she admitted, “but Kiri, Baku, and I had an FWB thing back in high school for a short time. It only lasted for a semester because we decided we worked better as friends, but…” She sighed, looking conflicted. “My crush on them never faded and I guess seeing them again only made it flare back up. I didn’t wanna tell you because it felt like I was cheating on you in some way.”

You swear you could’ve kissed her right there. Relief flooded through you like the cool spring breeze did in your lungs. “Me too,” you confessed. “I felt so bad that I felt this way about other people, let alone a couple.”

Mina’s shoulders dropped in relief and she reached for your hand, squeezing it. “I’m so glad we were able to talk about this,” you sighed happily. “Which brings me to my next topic…” You felt those nervous pricks again, that flip in your stomach nearly making you not say it. “Uh…you know how you’ve always wanted a foursome, but we could never find the right couple to do it with?”

Mina quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah…”

You flushed, biting your lower lip. “Um…w-well…I’m starting to think that maybe Kiri and Katsuki are the right couple.”

Realization cleared in your girlfriend’s gold eyes. “Y/N, are you saying you’d want to have a foursome with my best friends?” she asked lowly. You stared down at your shoes, waiting for her to refuse and break up with you. “Because if so, I’d happily go along with it.”

You stared back up at her, shook. “Wait, seriously?”

Mina laughed, the sound startling. “Shit, yeah!” she shouted cheerfully. “When I talk on the phone with the guys, you should hear the way they talk about you. And when we’re out, the looks they give you aren’t exactly subtle or friendly.”

She smirked as you flushed over her words. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while too, but I wanted to make sure you got to know them first before we really talked about it, y’know?”

You could’ve done more than kiss her at that moment. You could’ve fucked her right there in the park. “Babe…” Joy filled you, making you giggle deliriously. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Believe it, baby,” Mina hummed, closing the gap between you both with a peck on your lips. “We can talk about it more, but would you want me to call the guys and suggest it to them? Though something tells me they’d be down for it anyway.” Her hands go for your hips, holding you close. “They wouldn’t know how good they got it, fucking a pretty girl at the same time.”

Heat pooled between your thighs at her dirty words and you wrapped your arms around her. “You mean two pretty girls at the same time,” you cooed. “Thank you, Mina, for this.”

She smiled at you, nudging your nose with hers. “Thank me when we get a yes.”

And a very enthusiastic and quick yes from both the guys is what you got. That week, you and Mina were going over boundaries and kinks with Kiri and Bakugou while out for coffee, the conversation barely sexual and serious. You wouldn’t have expected to have gotten turned on over a latte while Kiri and Bakugou listened intently to all your likes and dislikes, your ins and outs, as if committing them all to memory.

They had decided to invite you and Mina over for a date night before your fantasy took place. Bakugou demanded he cook while Kiri took care of the cleaning and picking the movies. It was a sweet gesture, especially given the context of the date night.

That is how you find yourself here now, facing your own fantasy head-on and feeling horrible for making Mina worry so much. “I’m sorry, Mina,” you sigh apologetically. “I guess I’m just a little nervous. I mean, fantasies are different from reality.”

Mina nods, squeezing your hand tightly. “I understand,” she softly says. “But remember, babe: this is about you. If you’re having second thoughts or you feel that you aren’t ready, please let me know. This can either be just a normal dinner or we can leave.”

You nod, exhaling deeply. Though her words comfort you, those damn butterflies still frantically flap their wings against your stomach, making you want to bolt. ‘No!’ you think, irked with yourself and your anxiety. ‘You’re not leaving. You have nothing to worry about.’

Mina suddenly drops your hand and comes up behind you, distracting you from your thoughts.

“But it’d be a shame to waste such an outfit,” she purrs into your ear as her hand toys with the hem of your sundress that stops mid-thigh. “I’m sure Bakugou would love to see you in this. He has a thing for your legs.” She giggles the hitch in your breath as her hand glides up and under your dress. “Just looking at your body in this dress is doing things to me.”

Her fingers glide across the naked skin of your thigh, dangerously close to your underwear. “Mina…” Her name is a nervous whimper on your lips, afraid that someone might see.

Luckily, you get a warning first when the front door to Dynamight and Red Riot’s home cracks open. Mina immediately snatches her hand away from you and grins at the very handsome and grinning Kiri that greets you. “Hey, you guys made it!” he cheerfully states. “C’mon inside before it rains.”

With a supportive glance your way, Mina grabs your hand and takes you inside.

[it-was-funeral-grey]

Under with you (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Prequel Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: dude can't seem to say no to you lol

Warnings: drenched in the rain, mentions of food and drinks, cyno's bad jokes

Word count: <2.9k words

Inspired by:-

Author's note: i tried :') had a hard time with the dinner part, i hope it's ok! maybe i'll rewrite it in the future. hopefully it isnt too ooc.

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

It started raining just after the boat docked in Sumeru city. From the boat, the streetlamps are barely visible- owing to the rain, which seems to get heavier by the minute.

Glancing at the empty dock, Al Haitham groans. Going out on a rainy day is the worse, he grumbles as he pays the boat captain. 

Leading the group off the boat, he stops under the large tarps strung high above the stalls. It was pathetic shelter from the rain, but it'll have to do for now. 

"Unbelievable," Kaveh complains, squatting as he uses his reflection in a nearby puddle to adjust his damp hair. "Six of us, and not one brought an umbrella." 

Ignoring Kaveh, Al Haitham turns to face Cyno.

"So, are we all free to go?"

"Well," Cyno dismisses the two Matra with a nod before resuming. "According to you, you weren't kidnapped. So no crime was committed. She's free to go after we collect her statement for the report."

Cyno glances at her, feeling a twinge of guilt when she squeezes Al Haitham's cape tighter around herself. 

Huh, he wonders. Never thought Al Haitham was a gentleman. It was a little strange to see him capeless. He always wore one- be it his usual split-down-the-middle cape or this one, a longer, unsplit thicker cape.

"However," Cyno continues, fighting off the urge to make a joke about seeing Al Haitham's left shoulder for the first time. "Where is she going to stay?"

He can't lock her in the confinement room, and there are no hotels in Sumeru city. Most visitors usually stay at the Shapur Hotel at Port Osmos or have prior arrangements with the locals living just outside the city. None of those options is viable right now, though.

"What about the Akademiya hostel?" Kaveh suggests, standing up. "We can get dinner along the way."

"That sounds fine," Cyno agrees, turning to face her. "Is this alright with you?"

She nods, shifting the cape around herself nervously.

"Al Haitham?"

"Yes?" Al Haitham seems surprised by the question, jerking his head towards Cyno. 

"Kaveh suggested that she stay at the Akademiya hostel," Cyno rehashes. A surprised Al Haitham? That's strange. "That sound alright to you?"

"That's fine by me." 

"Alright then. Let's go get something to eat," Kaveh cheers. "To the tavern!"

"You sound unusually hap-" A grip on his arm interrupts Cyno as he is dragged away by Kaveh into the rain and away from the other two.

"Let's go." Al Haitham sighs. This means that he needs to cover Kaveh's bill again. Damn freeloader.

But before he could take another step, the rustling of fabric and a tap on his shoulder stopped him.

"Um..." she nervously starts, hands holding out his cape. "Here. Your cape. Thank you for lending it to me."

Her eyes are still red from crying, Al Haitham observes. Her hands are trembling.

"Just hold on to it."

"No!" she insists, nervousness now seemingly forgotten. "It's cold! You're gonna catch a cold!"

"Cold? I feel fine," Al Haitham states. A lie. He had worn the thicker cape for situations like this during the monsoon season. But said cape is not on his person right now. "Come on, let's go."

He turns away from her, but just as he is about to take another step into the rain, his vision is suddenly obstructed by a soft material, and he feels a warm presence to his right.

"Bend down a little."

"What are you-"

"We'll share the cape," she moves in front of him, one hand holding an end of the cape, her other hand adjusting the other end of the fabric over his head. "Hold on to this end."

With his left hand, he takes his end of the cape, using his right hand to pull it over them as he bends down.

"This isn't going to work," Al Haitham sighs. "It's too small for the both of us." At best, the cape would only cover their heads and shoulders- maybe a little of their backs, if he bends down enough. It's a much better idea to let her take it. She could at least keep her entire body dry.

"Well, at least our heads would be dry," she argues, adjusting her end of the fabric over her head. "Lead the way."

"Don't be stubborn," Al Haitham straightens his back. "Just take the-"

Just as Al Haitham was about to give the cape back to her, a warm, gentle touch enveloped his right wrist, holding him in place.

"No," she says, with a stern tone. "You, 'don't be stubborn'. You're already unwell." she adjusts her hold on his wrist, their inner arms touching each other as she scoots closer to his side.

Move a little more upwards, and they'd be holding hands. Al Haitham tries to ignore his observation.

"See? You're freezing!" she continues. She's not wrong. Through his black shoulder-length gloves, her warmth seeps through. She almost feels hot against his cold skin, and he fights back a shiver. "Come on! Let's go. Lead the way!"

With a resigned sigh, Al Haitham adjusts the cape over their heads again and bends down. His back is going to ache tomorrow. His knees already do.

"Don't fall," Al Haitham takes a small step into the rain, and she follows along, still holding onto him for support. "I won't catch you if you do."

By the time the pair had made it to the tavern, Cyno and Kaveh had already found seats near the grillers, conversing and enjoying the soothing warmth that it produced. 

The staff had shifted in all the seats from the outside, making the ground floor feel more packed than usual, although there were no other customers apart from them. 

"Took you two long enough," Kaveh leans back from his conversation with Cyno. "The food's already here!"

Holding the now-soaked cape in his hands, Al Haitham hangs it on the counter dividing the seating area from the grillers. Hopefully, it will dry it up before they leave. 

"Take a seat," he motions to her, leading her to the seat nearest to the grillers. "I'll be heading off first."

As much as he hates even the idea of being in the office past his office hours, he needs to head back to his office to see what he has missed. From there, he'll re-organise his work according to priority and then start preparing instructions for the next day, then-

"You're leaving," Kaveh scoffs. "You've been knocked out for the whole day! Eat something!"

"Huh," Al Haitham crosses his arms. "And here I was, thinking you only wanted me here to pay your bill."

"Why you-"

"Are you done?" Al Haitham interrupts. "I've got things to settle."

"Well, at least take a wrap," Cyno hands a Shawarma Wrap to him. "You have to eat something, Al Haitham."

If he's being honest, he doesn't really have an appetite right now. Plus, if he eats, he may feel sleepy. That is the last thing he needs now when he has to work through a whole day's worth of work in less than ten hours. And then power through another full day of work.

"I'm fine."

Ignoring the two's protest, he looks at her. 

"They'll bring you to the hostel later on. Go ahead and eat."

With that, he turns and heads towards the tavern owner. With all that food on the table, it'll be about five thousand Mora? Plus drinks (because Kaveh wouldn't pass up an opportunity to make him pay for his drink), it'll be about-

"Hey! Hold on!" footsteps come from behind him. "At least take the wrap."

It's her. She has a wrap in one hand and some napkins in the other.

"Like I said, I'm fine. I'm not hungry."

"Well, then keep it for later," she bundles the wrap up in napkins she had taken from the table. "They're worried about you, you know?" she continues in a softer voice, holding the small package out with trembling hands. 

She's cold. Of course, she is. They still got drenched under the cape. That's why he made her sit right next to the grillers.

Did she seriously leave that warm place just to pass him a wrap? 

Seriously, what's with everyone today? None can seem to leave him in peace. 

She tries to fight back a shiver, prompting Al Haitham to quickly accept the wrap despite his irritation. 

"There. I've taken it," Al Haitham turns away again. "Go back and sit. You're going to catch a cold."

"What about your cape? It's still raining outside."

"I'll borrow an umbrella from the owner. Go back and sit."

Ending their conversation, he walks away towards Lambad, who seems to have witnessed the whole ordeal. Placing about six thousand Mora on the counter, Al Haitham takes a quick glimpse back, watching her hurry back to her seat. 

"You do know we don't have umbrellas here, right?" Lambad teases. 

"Let it go, boss."

"Alright," Lambad chuckles, stepping out from behind the counter. "Here's your change. I'll turn up the heat on the grillers for you."

The moment you had returned from your seat, the two had stared at you like you had shot down the sun. 

"I," the feathered man starts, taking a dramatic pause as he leans onto the table. "Am-"

"How did you do that?" the shorter man interrupts.

Huh?

"Do what?" you ask, wariness lacing your tone. Did you do something wrong? Oh Archons, will they arrest you again-

"You really didn't know what you just did?" the feathered man leans closer to you, tone filled with disbelief. "You just made the most stubborn man in Teyvat obey you."

Huh?!

"Are you talking about the wrap incident just now? Because I-"

"Teach me your ways."

There's a loud rumble. And a slight pinch in your stomach.

And the table goes quiet again.

"Uh," oh, Archons. "I'm sorry."

Just kill me now, your cheeks redden in embarrassment. 

"Ah, I'm sorry," the feathered man apologises. "You must be hungry. Oh, I'm Kaveh, by the way. I can't believe I haven't introduced myself yet!"

In response, you introduce yourself as well, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

"And I'm Cyno," the other man adds. "The food will go cold soon. Let's eat."

It turns out that the two men that you were left with aren't that scary after all. In fact, have you not known any better, you would have thought they were comedians.

Kaveh, you learn, is actually the Acting Grand Sage's roommate and an architect. It surprises you that two people so different can live together in peace. When you ask about it, Kaveh scoffs:

"Peace? With him? Hah, I wish!"

Before heading off on a tangent about his "annoying, arrogant, sarcastic and totally clueless about anything related to the human heart!" roommate. The roommate drama he shares is hilarious, although he begs to differ.

But despite all the harsh words about the Acting Grand Sage, you can tell Kaveh doesn't actually hold any resentment towards the man. No one who hated the Acting Grand Sage would have been that worried when he passed out, or when he wanted to skip a meal.

"Well, whatever it is, just keep it a secret that I'm living with him, ok?"

Cyno, on the other hand, is the General Mahamatra. You're pretty sure your face had gone completely pale when he revealed it, but he reassures you that:

"No, just Cyno is fine- calm down, you haven't done anything wrong, so there is no need to fear punishment. I'm sorry for scaring you."

In order to try to relax you, he had told 'jokes'. 

"There once was a traveller, stranded in the desert and dying of thirst, who in desperation prayed for a Hydro Slime to come their way," he had begun. You listen intently. "But the traveller didn't realise that at that very moment, a starving Hydro Slime was praying to meet a lone, stranded traveller."

"...is that it?"

"Yeah, do you get it?"

"Say ye-"

"No, not really?"

"Ok, so..."

And he proceeded to explain the 'joke' for the next thirty minutes.

"...and Hydro Slimes are rare in the desert. So the fact that there is a Hydro Slime in the desert for the traveller is already an amazing coincidence. What is funny is that despite the traveller's luck in being provided with a Hydro Slime, it is here to eat him."

You stare blankly at the man. Kaveh, on the other hand, had long since given up on the lecture. He lay face down on the table, groaning every five minutes or so to indicate that he was still alive. 

"Do you get it?"

Imagine saying something so dry. And then explaining why it is funny in the most analytical, calm tone ever. That's hilarious. You stifle a laugh.

"I can explain it again if you'd like."

"Oh, Archons, no." Kaveh's face shoots up from the table.

"I'm not asking you, Kaveh."

"But I'll have to sit through it!"

Now that you think about it, this whole day has been comical. You had gotten arrested, released, and now are dining happily with two distinguished men (who you learnt had played an important role in your arrest) who are now arguing like children over something so simple.

A giggle escapes your lips. The two men immediately stop their bickering and turn to face you.

"No way. You actually found that funny?"

"I told you she would."

It was starting to hurt, keeping your laughter in. So, you let it out, slamming the table with your fist as your laughter fills the tavern.

"Oh, Archons," you wheeze out, wiping tears off your cheek. "That was unbelievable."

The night ends on a high note, with laughter and chatter filling the room. 

You had been so worried that it would be an awkward occasion- or that you'd say something or do something wrong and you'd be arrested again. But thanks to these two, you managed to have a much greater night than you thought. All your worries about what happens tomorrow are washed away. 

"Hm, it's getting late. We should WRAP this up," Cyno says as he stands up. "I'll go settle the bill."

"Archons, Cyno. Enough puns," Kaveh replies with a huff. The two of you begin to grab your things. "Shall we head out first?"

The Acting Grand sage's cape is completely dry now, and comfortably warm to the touch. Your clothes are also dry now, and you praise the Dendro Archon that you wouldn't need to sleep in wet clothes tonight.

"Ah, the rain has stopped!" Kaveh exclaims as the two of you exit the tavern. "That'll make the next part of our journey much more pleasant."

Oh yeah. You'll be staying at the Akademiya hostel tonight.

"Ready to go?" Cyno's voice comes out from behind you two.

"Ah, how much was my share?" you ask. "I don't have any Mora on hand right now, but-"

"Al Haitham settled the bill," Cyno replies. "He must have done it before he left."

Oh. 

"Don't worry too much about it. Let's just head to the hostel for now," Cyno continues. "It's not a long walk, but the floor is wet. Watch your step."

And with that, the three of you set off to the Akademia hostel, chatting happily as you all walk.

For a second, you imagine that you're a city girl, living in Sumeru city. Would every day be like this? Heading home after a hearty dinner with friends, maybe taking a stroll through the city before heading home for the day?

Whatever it is, you're thankful for today. Although it started off pretty scary, you managed to meet nice people today.

This is gold, Kaveh delights, smile extending from ear to ear. Worth more than a thousand Palace of Alcazarzarays!

"Kaveh, what is going on?" Cyno yanks his arm out of Kaveh's grasp. "Why are yo-"

"Didn't you notice that Al Haitham was... a little distracted just now?" Kaveh interrupts with a playful grin. 

"Well," Cyno contemplates. "He did seem tired. He missed my first question."

But Cyno had chalked it up to Al Haitham just feeling unwell or thinking about his work. 

"Oh no, no, no," Kaveh laughs, shaking his head slowly before motioning for them to continue walking. The rain is starting to get even heavier. "I'll tell you more at the Tavern!"

Oh, Kaveh has struck gold, alright.

Oh, Al Haitham, Kaveh smirks. You aren't subtle.

Tired? Yeah right. Kaveh has seen this man work flawlessly for months with almost no sleep. He wouldn't have fumbled up a simple question.

He wasn't thinking about work- he wasn't thinking about anything, for that matter. His usual ever-running mind had halted for a good while back then.

Oh, Kaveh saw it all. He was staring at her the entire time.

He was distracted by her. 

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A Village Romance (Hunter x F!OC) Ch 1: Strangers

Chapter Rating: 16+ for one suggestive comment made towards the end, and the overall tone further chapters may have -- If I choose to write further chapters.

Content: Fluffy intro to what I will hope to be a friends to lovers romance. Teacher OC because we all know Hunter would love a partner good with kids. First person narrative cause I'm lazy lol.

Wordcount: ~1580 because I haven't written in months and I need to ease back into it.

A/N: Hi friends, I've been gone a while but decided to jump back into ff. I want to start working on other creative pieces but I have Clone Brainrot so ff it is I guess. I haven't been writing at all so if it sucks, I know.

Song: Down by the Water by Abigail Lapell

The first night Hunter and I spent together, we were strangers.

Heavy storm clouds had swallowed the sun hours ago, and the draft through the schoolhouse in town sent chills through all of my students. By the time all of my students were gone, the rain had begun and my speeder bike was already soaked. The air got colder and the wind picked up the further I made it up the mountain. It was drizzling, the raindrops turning to ice on the leaf litter and my jacket. The wind ripped through the trees, shaking the limbs directly above me, and howling through the greenhouse. The windows on the greenhouse were frosting over, the tarp covering my firewood thrashed, and my potted crops tipped in the garden, splattering mud everywhere. I rushed to secure everything.

I was kneeling in the mud, trying to salvage one of my plants when I heard a branch snap on the edge of the clearing that made up my yard. I paused and looked around, but didn’t see anything. I scooped up the plant and brought it to the greenhouse. I didn’t see the faint shadow cross the windows inside, or the door. As I came around the corner to walk inside I almost walked directly into someone, which is horrifying when you live alone on the side of a mountain. He was broad-shouldered, half a skull painted on his helmet, and a full head taller than me. He had also startled me so badly, I’d apparently dropped my plant, since he was standing there holding it with mud splashed on his armor. “Sorry,” we said simultaneously. And we stood there for a moment, in the rain, staring at one another. Like morons. A little girl’s voice called from the other side of the cabin, “Hunter?” Little footsteps ran closer until they reached the doorway, “Hunter did you – oh. Hello!” I looked at the little blonde and smiled, then back at who I then knew was Hunter: “Can I have my plant back?” I asked, pointing to my sad little potted crop in his hands. “Oh, yes,” he said, handing it back to me. I walked into the greenhouse and tried to quickly stabilize the crop so I could gather the remaining plants outside. “You’re the pretty teacher! The one in town! Miss Tala!” The little girl said excitedly. “Omega!” Hunter scolded her. I looked up at them with some surprise, “And you’re my…stalkers?” I said with a raise of my eyebrows, half joking. I did recognize them from the market square. Some whispers had gone around of some clones that settled on Pabu and were working with a couple of traders. “N-no! We’ve been working for Mr Tanaka, he told us who you were,” I could hear the embarrassment in Hunter’s voice. Omega looked up at him, giving him a knowing smirk. “We were just passing through when we came across your cabin.” “You wouldn’t happen to know where to find these, would you?” Omega showed me her data pad, a familiar sight on the screen: Storm mushrooms. “There are some that pop up nearby, but you’re running out of time. Come help me with this, and we can go.” I nodded towards the door. Omega helped me carry the last of my crops inside while Hunter secured the tarp over the wood. Hunter walked over to us as we locked up the greenhouse. “We didn’t properly introduce ourselves, I’m Hunter, that’s Omega.” He held out his hand towards me. I took it, “Tala.”

We walked single file down a game trail towards a set of downed trees, whose trunks were sparkling with the bright blue mushrooms. I took out my knife and sliced off a small one, cutting it into three pieces. I popped one piece into my mouth and handed Omega and Hunter the other two. “Why are these considered dangerous?” Omega asked, snacking on the piece I handed her. The three of us started slicing away mushrooms and tucking them into Omega’s satchels. “Inexperienced foragers underestimating how fast the weather changes up here,” I replied. “A few have died in the past or gotten very close to it. Now most people who hire foragers usually have shelters and cabins near sites so there’s a safe place to weather the storm after harvest. I didn’t know Mr Tanaka had a cabin this far up.” I looked at the two of them, and to find them looking at me a little dumbfounded. Hunter and Omega looked at each other, “We’re staying in town,” Hunter said. The drizzle turned to rain, a few snowflakes fluttered down with it and Omega was doing her best not to shiver. “Well, lucky for you I know a place,” I said, quickly slicing away at the mushrooms.The wind almost ripped my back door off its hinges when I opened it. The three of us shuffled inside as the first inch of snow started to cover the ground. I pointed Omega to the refresher to start getting out of her wet clothes, and Hunter towards the fireplace to stoke up the fire I’d prepared, while I ran upstairs to find clothes. He was looking at some photos on the mantel when I came downstairs with clothes for him and Omega. I set her clothes outside of the bathroom door, and walked over to him. His helmet sat on the kitchen counter, and his scarf had ended up bundled around Omega’s head on the hike home. The fire was still low, casting a soft light over his features. I had seen him before, multiple times, but I’d never really got to appreciate him. His wide shoulders made his waist criminally small. His bandana, and thus his hair, was slightly disheveled, and he looked tired. In the forest, I’d missed an opportunity to watch him work with the knife he carried, but I watched as they rested on his hips and moved to pick up different photographs. Not wanting to get caught ogling, I walked up and handed him the dry clothes. He looked down at them, a frown briefly flashing across his features. “Your husband going to be okay with me borrowing these?” I snorted, then upon realizing I snorted, I laughed, “Sorry. That’s probably one of the many reasons I don’t have a husband. What made you think that?” “These are a man’s and you got them from upstairs,” he gave a short laugh of relief. “It’s not an unreasonable assumption.” “Those are my brother-in-laws, and no he won’t mind.”

Omega stepped out of the refresher, bundled up in a set of my pajamas, looking clean and quite content. She settled under some blankets in a chair by the fire, while Hunter and I split off into different refreshers to clean up and warm up ourselves. When I came down the stairs, Omega was curled up in Hunter’s lap asleep on the couch, and he had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. His bandana was off letting his wet curls flop wherever they pleased. The fire crackled, warm light flickering across their faces as they dozed, faces so relaxed and peaceful. I sat in my armchair and admired the pair for a moment; until Hunter’s eyes opened and immediately found mine. They were a warm gray in the firelight, and very tired. “We left you some room over here,” he whispered. “We’ll be warmer together.” “I don’t sleep with strangers,” I said as I grabbed my book off of the end table. When I looked back up at him, his cheeks were flushed and he averted his gaze. “Right. Sorry that was forward of me.” “It’s nothing against you–” I said, moving my head into his line of sight to get his attention. “No, I understand,” he said, still looking away. “I don’t really sleep much anyways, strangers or no strangers.” He looked at me again from the corner of his eye and gave me a half-hearted smile. Snuggling into the couch he wished me a quiet goodnight, leaned his head back, and fell asleep.Omega stirred early, while the end of the storm was blowing through. Hunter awoke to the smell of breakfast. Well, more accurately, to Omega burning half the breakfast and the two of us giggling about it. Maybe my staring should have told the both of us at the time that I was at least attracted to him. But he was too busy smiling at Omega’s tragic attempt to make eggs to notice my ogling. He looked so warm to the touch, standing there half-asleep in wrinkled sleepwear, smoothing Omega’s unruly curls while she made another attempt to cook breakfast. I stopped staring and joined them, and eventually the three of us had something edible. The rest of the morning was spent playing card games together. By the afternoon the storm had passed, and they were dressed to leave. Omega gave me a hug before she bounded down the front steps of my cabin, leaving Hunter and I alone for a moment on the porch. He held out his hand, “Thanks for all your help.” I took it, “Anytime. See you around town then?”

He gave it a short shake and nodded his head with a soft “yeah” as he turned to leave. Before he reached the last step I said his name, making him turn back to me. “Don’t be a stranger,” I said. And a hint of color came to his cheeks.

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Almost Sweet Music // SFK (FM!Short)

a/n! Just something short and sweet, because I can't stop thinking up scenarios for these two!

The first crack of thunder should have been their warning to pack up the booth and leave. A slightly cooler shift in the air the second warning as the sky darkened with impending storm clouds rolling in. Sam pulled the table back a little bit more, hoping the covering of his custom ‘Sam’s Jams!’ canopy would be enough to keep his remaining stock dry. 

Sophia sat on a blanket he had began keeping in the truck for her, knowing she preferred to hide behind the table rather than be at the forefront selling the product alongside he and Danny. Her eyes danced along the expanse of the darkening sky, wide with excitement at the thought of a much needed thunderstorm. 

“Whoa!” She yelled, quickly pointing to the sky where a bolt of lightening could be seen. Rosie stood from where she laid, barking protectively at the boys before laying her body across Sophia’s lap. 

“Oops! Sorry girl. It’s okay don’t bark at dad.” Sophia cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to the pups head and scratched her lovingly behind the ears. 

Sam jumped lightly as a louder clap of thunder sounded directly above their booth. He tipped his head upwards as droplets of rain began to pelt the tarp. 

“Uh oh. Daniel.” He mumbled, nodding towards the truck as he quickly stuffed the remaining product into two milk crates. Danny chuckled as he jogged to the truck, quickly dropping the tailgate before turning to grab the milk crate from Sam. 

“Guess it’s a good thing we got the protector huh? Cmon Rose!” Danny called, whistling at the pup who was enjoying the belly scratches Sophia was giving her. Rosie huffed, rolling over off of Sophia’s lap and trotted over to Danny. 

“What a good girl, Rosie.” Sophia cooed, reaching her hands out in Sam’s direction, a silent call for help. Sam chuckled lightly as he wrapped his large hands around hers and yanked her up off of the ground. She yelped as she collided with his body and instinctively wrapped her arms around him. 

“Here comes the rain!” She sing songed, resting her head gently against his chest as they watched the soft sprinkle turn into a downpour. She let her eyes flutter shut, the sounds of the rain pummeling down against the covering and the scent that was unmistakably Sam filling all of her senses. 

His arms found their home around her shoulders, holding her small frame tightly against him as they watched the rain, a sense of calm washing over the once bustling field. 

“Hey, you ever dance in the rain?” Sam asked, a soft smile playing across his lips as mischief bloomed behind his eyes. Sophia shook her head lightly, turning to rest her chin against his sternum; a position they most often found themselves in. 

“No, you get wet in the rain and then “you’re not getting in my car if you’re all wet so I suggest you find another ride if you’re going to play like a child.” She nodded her head from side to side, the words slipping past her lips in a mocking tone. 

Sam shook his head and crouched down slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifted her up. A playful scream escaped her lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Forget whatever bullshit he used to spew.” He mumbled, taking the few steps forward and out from under their protective cover. The look of shock and awe on Sophia’s face was enough to egg him on as he placed her down. 

“Samuel!” She scolded, reaching up to cover her head with her arms. A childlike giggle escaped him and he gripped her wrists in his hands, moving them so they sat on his shoulders. 

“Samuel nothing, live a little!” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and spun her around gently. The sound of her giggles was music to his ears, something he had been working so hard to elicit from her.  

She threw her head back, letting her eyes flutter shut as the large droplets of water splashed against her face. Sam watched in awe as the tough girl exterior washed away and left him with that of the girl he knew was hidden deep within her. 

“I wouldn’t know where to start sweet music playing in the dark.” Sam began to sing, a hidden talent of his he’d hadn’t quite shared yet. Sophia’s eyes grew wide as his voice danced around her, a soft smile playing on her lips. 

“Be still my foolish heart, don’t ruin this on me.” Sophia sang, fighting back the tears that stung the backs of her eyes. 

“You sing too?” She mumbled, reaching up to rest her hands against his cheeks. Sam shrugged, a chuckle escaping him. 

“Eh, I dabble.” His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her as close to him as he could. Sophia pushed up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. A soft pink blush kissed Sam’s cheeks as he locked eyes with her. 

“What was that?” He chuckled, leaning down to rub his nose against hers. 

“A kiss, duh?” She lifted her hand, flicking it in a ‘what else?’ type motion. A bolt of lightening split the sky, briefly lighting up the quickly darkening field before a loud clap of thunder sounded around them. 

“A kiss? No that was a tease. Now this…” his voice trailed off as he reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. Leaning forward he captured her lips with his, instinctively slotting his leg between her knees as she melted into his touch. 

The kisses shared were never fleeting pecks, ones of her past that told her just how much she didn’t matter. Sam put his heart into every action he made involving her, trying his hardest to convey just how much she truly meant to him. 

His hand slipped from her chin, dancing down her side and gently cupped her bottom - uncharted territory he wasn’t sure he was allowed access to. She smiled into the kiss, a giggle slipping past her nose as she pulled back and peppered kissed against his cheek. 

“Someone’s being cheeky. Save that for later.” She giggled, insinuating something she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for. Sam’s eyes flew open, frantically searching for hers as she tangled her hands in his drenched locks. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. I just wouldn’t want to give Danny a free show.” She giggled, knowing full well he was watching on from the cars rear view mirror. Sam’s eyes grew wide and he placed a fleeting kiss to her cheek before nodding in the direction of the truck.

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 3/Ep 7: They Shoot Gilmores Don't They (Henceforth known as Dance Marathon Episode)

Original Air Date: Nov 12th 2002 This is tied with Lorelai Graduation's Day as my favorite episode, so let us begin.

"Charity". All proceeds go into Taylor Doose's pocket. We'll be getting into that shortly (again).

Heh heh. Lorelai tells a ridiculous story about how she didn't win the trophy at the previous DM. Luke declines her invitation to be her dance partner.

Thank you Luke.

THANK YOU LUKE. Allow me to put this into further perspective. *clears throat* *gets up on Bridge Rage soapbox* SO ABOUT THAT BRIDGE...

From the season 7 episode Knit, People, Knit, original air date 11/26/2006. Dance Marathon aired in November 2002. If fundraising had already been ongoing for 8 years by 2002, that means bridge repair began in 1994 and was ongoing in 2006. Therefore, one can deduce it will take a minimum of 12 years for Taylor Doose to replace a few planks of wood on a tiny bridge. Despite there being visible evidence that said bridge is still not repaired after 12 years, Luke is the only person who ever dares to question this. I'm not sure if the last plank of wood was finally paid for in KPK, I can only stick around in Seasons 6 & 7 for a few minutes at a time or I start to break out in hives and no intrepid scientist has invented a Later Seasons Gilmore Girls Vaccine yet. I get my screengrabs and get the hell out. Taylor: We're not raising money to restore the bridge. Luke: We're not? Taylor: No, we have that money, our Tennesee Williams Lookalike Contest put us over the top. This is for a tarp to cover the bridge. We can't start repair on the bridge now at the start of snow and rain season. The work will be ruined and we'll be back at square one. We need a tarp! Luke: Taylor you are asking me to donate free coffee to hundreds of people so you can raise money for a tarp! You know what, this episode is about a dance marathon and Shane Campbell's untimely demise, not political corruption in small town america and Taylor Doose's obsession with a Broken Bridge and how he's funneling town funds into his offshore bank account so he can use the money to take vacations to Maui and then tell the IRS they're just "business trips" for the Small Town Grocery Store Owners Convention. Carry on.

Lorelai managed to snag a dance partner named Stanley Appleman but she quickly loses him after his wife sees a picture of Lorelai and Mrs.A deems Lorelai too sexy to dance with her husband.

Now when has a Gilmore ever slept with someone else's husband? Where would she get such a crazy idea? Pshaw.

I was about to blast past whatever Newspaper Nonsense was about to take place next but then I noticed the background of this shot. Madelyn and Louise my slutty queens! Since Shane's demise is imminnent, going forth they will carry the slutty torch in her honor.

Jamie is about as tittilating as mayonaise on toast. Jamie will henceforth be named Mayonaise. Jaym-onaise?

Rory is right there, Paris. She’s right there. Urrgh. Why must we pretend Paris Geller is straight? Mayonaise was too busy with dullard business at Princeton for the last 3 months to contact Paris, but now he has some free time so he thought’d he come hang around at a high school with a bunch of minors.

Paris Geller's fragile remnants of heterosexuality are shaking in their boots looking at this face. I’m trying to forget that it only gets worse from here and Paris' next love interest is Asher Fleming 🤢You know what it’s fine it’s fine Jaymonaise can stick around it’s fine

SECURITY!

I thought about this weird and clunky "go find a pirate to sit on" long and hard until I think I figured out what the hell she's trying to say.: "Pirates sometimes have hooks for hands, so if you sit on a pirate's hand maybe the hook will go up your ass." That is WILD. She can't say "let go of my fucking hand you knob" on The WB, so "find a pirate to sit on" it is. Paris would say "Let go of my fucking hand you knob" on my gritty unrated realistic Gilmore Girls spinoff with a lot of swearing called The Hollow. And then immediately turn to Rory and make out with her.

Paris is hesitant to go on another date with Mayonaise, so Rory plays wingman and declares that Paris is free to go on a date, Mayonaise says we're going on a date, then Mayonaise steals her books and runs away with them, leaving Paris bewildered with the smell of "only vague consent" lingering in the air.

Dean's one brain cell is either deep in thought or he's about to soil his diaper. I'm very sorry. I'm glad someone in the Gilmore household decided Dean doesn't deserve a plate to eat from. He can eat his pizza on a napkin on top of a limp throw pillow balanced on one knee like the animal he is. What's with this show and wooden bowls full of walnuts?

According to Lane, Dean is deathly allergic to walnuts. *scooches bowl closer to the couch*

Can you even ask any other kind of question?

Can we go back to doing this, as well as going back to feeding him walnut-laced cookies? D: When did you hang up on me? R: When we first met. D:You should have said something. R: But you would have known that I was calling and therefore I liked you. D: But I liked you too! R:I know that now. D: You could have known that then... Hey, can you two shut the god damn hell up? Both of you stay the hell away from phones and answering machines for the next 15 years. Thanks.

Better declare your love quickly before he gets sucked up by the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole.

Good boy. #CaptionsFail

Dean came prepared with a pillow shield so Lorelai can't grope for his junk.

You're just a boy, you know nothing. But I'll make you a man, Dean. Just toss that pillow aside.

[wonderinc-sonic]

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Short drabble about the second one, written in the car:

Amy huffed with her map that started to droop in the rain; little splodges making ovals on the printed fen, and fat drips as they collected and slid down her fringe and onto the marshes. She growled.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Cream called from right next to her. Her ears were tucked into her mother's too-long raincoat, and she turned her head uncomfortably to try to hear anything other than the crackling of rain on plastic, and that plastic shifting against itself.

"I said, 'Grr'!-

We were supposed to be crossing a river here, but I don't see the bridge - or the river for that matter!" She exclaimed into the peaty land, waving her sodden map around. Behind her, the gentle thump-splatch, thump-splatch of Big's sandals in the bog stopped. He peered over her shoulder, his fluffy chest covering her from the rain. He didn't say anything, just gave her a smile that told her he trusted her. She shook her head.

"Um, miss Amy... Cheese is getting very cold, I think..." Cream whisper-shouted. She unzipped her coat a little to allow him in, but he shook his head, shaking his fur and pulling a tough face. She sighed; "Maybe we should turn back..."

"Yeah. Okay. You're right, I got us lost." Amy grumbled, shaking the map to put in her pocket. She glanced up at Big again. He smiled at her encouragingly still - how he still had any faith in her, she didn't know, but he did.

"When did you know where we were?" He said slowly, taking in their surroundings and swinging his massive ears. Amy cracked her neck and tugged on her rucksack - she only had the navigator's tools, and her back was getting sore. Cream had nothing at all. Big had their 4 man tent (accommodating of his size), and all their food, and their clothes, all wrapped up in tarp because someone (not her) had the good sense to protect their things from the unlikely event of a rainstorm.

"I don't know. Maybe never." She huffed. Amy would simply never lead an adventuring team if she couldn't take her friends camping. She had been sure they'd have the best spot, overlooking the marshland but high up on the crest of the hill to enjoy the sunrise, and admire the river.

"We could see better on the hill." Big hummed, gently nudging her back the way they came. She pictured it in her mind... where had the river been even then, though?"

"Big... when the river bursts its banks, where does it go?" She murmured. He raised his eyebrows, and looked at their wet feet.

"Oh. We're in the flood plain."

"Yes. It's flooded."

"Muddy?" Cream called, checking her boots and flinging more water and wet grass around; "Oh no, mother's coat..."

Amy traced the line of where she thought the river out to be, splashing through it until she found a small chain of wooden boards under the water, disguising just how deep this small stretch of the real river was.

"This way! Let's get back up the other side of the valley! Come on, guys!"

Big offered a hand to Cream as they approached, then sent her over first. She stepped off to the side on the other end, not noticing the deeper water below, and he reached out with his tail, but Amy had her hand already.

"Careful! Look, see how theres a different colour in the water here-" she said, pointing into the depths and holding Cream still as Big creaked gingerly over the bridge.

The ground finally became mercifully solid once more, and Cheese cheered with a shiver. Big hummed, and turned to face the floodplain.

"It looks easy over here." He said simply, fanning his huge ears out just far enough they stretched over Amy and Cream.

"Ugh, this weather. I'm sorry team." Amy huffed, checking the sodden map again.

"Hopefully it stops soon?" Cream called hopefully, to rigorous agreement from a shivering Cheese. Big hum-hummed, shrugging his shoulders and enjoying the view. Amy shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't you mind, Big? Not many cats like the rain."

Big sniffed in deeply, and grinned in the petrichor.

"The plants like rain. The fish like rain. And my friend likes rain."

Amy peeked out from under the ear-brella to see Froggy, laying flat on Big's head and totally blissed out.

"He's been so peaceful I forgot he was there!" Amy chuckled. He tilted his head slightly, dripping rain off one side.

"He isn't quiet. Your ears are covered."

Amy pulled her raincoat back a fraction, widening her field of view and freeing her ears a little. The drumming rain quietened to a gentle warm chorus, and she heard a rhythmic croaking - if a frog had ever purred, she was sure Froggy was purring now. And as she tuned that and the rain out, something else caught her ear, and it twitched as she listened.

"What bird is that, Big?"

His ears twitched minutely.

"Which one? The cuckoo is loud."

"Cuckoo... yeah! Cuh -Coo! I hear it!" She grinned. Cream twisted her head again, ears still obediently wrapped around her neck for warmth. Amy mimed pulling her hood back.

"You won't get them too wet." She said cheerfully, and glanced at Big's ears. As Cream unfurled one ear and twitched it around, Amy watched Cheese hover up towards the base of Big's ear, shivering, until he made contact with the soft fur underneath, and the warmth of his skin, where he sighed. Big sighed with him, his tail deftly sweeping around Cream as she let the other ear out and mumbled 'cu koo' with the bird.

If the river was behind them now, the meadow campsite would be one knoll over. The ground would be wet, but Big had brought a groundsheet, and there was a dense wood nearby - hopefully he had a tip for lighting wet kindling, he did live in the jungle, after all.

"So, you like the rain because they like the rain? That's nice of you." She smiled.

"I like most things. I like liking things."

"Yeah, me too." She whistled.

"Me three!" Cream grinned. She'd pulled her hood all off to enjoy the sounds, safe and drier under Big's tail and ears.

[stariikis]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 003

synopsis ; based on the Chinese Drama, 'When I Fly Towards You', in which you, a going-on-high-school English genius named Huang Yuting meets the Mathematics genius of the 10th grade, Nishimura Riki, underneath the rain.

There’s a wee little chance that Yang Jungwon isn’t the type of person Moka thought he was. Hell, she’d even thought he had a completely different face. 

“What on earth do you mean you’re Jungwon and he’s Riki?” Utterly speechless from the shock, Moka stares straight at the boy in front of her, mouth agape. This can’t be, not after the countless times she’s praised Jungwon’s name to all her classmates, after the way she even bragged to everyone about how she knew him. 

In reality these praises and compliments should have been directed towards Nishimura Riki instead? She can’t wrap her mind around this newfound truth. 

“Didn’t you say you already knew our names, though?” Jungwon teases, childishly sticking out his tongue at her. “Weren’t you so insistent that me and Riki didn’t need to introduce ourselves, because you already knew who we were?” 

Lips curling into a smirk, he leans back and tuts at her. “Aish, so this is what happens to people who refuse to stay humble…” 

Has there ever been such an instance wherein Moka was this close to running over and snapping someone's neck in half? Her chest tightens, rage engulfing her. She hasn’t been this angry since Yuting’s cousin ruined her favourite pair of designer shoes.

“You- you’re the one who lied and said your name was Riki when we were late!” She stutters out of the pure exasperation filling her. 

Jungwon merely sighs infuriatingly in response, “No, I didn’t. The senior looked at the notebook I was holding and assumed my name was Riki. And so did you, apparently.” 

The lilting voice complemented with a face entailing a smug expression — it’s all too much. Sunoo sits back and watches with his mouth agape as Moka walks straight ahead and drops all her collected firewood into Jungwon’s lap. 

“What are you-“ 

“Since you like to run your mouth so much, why don’t you do some extra work?”

Sunoo brings one of his hands up to cover his mouth, shooting Moka an impressed look she doesn’t return, which results in him dropping about half the firewood he’s collected.

“You don’t understand how embarrassing this is for me…” You groan, frustratedly pinching the bridge of your nose and flopping down beside Moka. She shoots you a sympathetic look and smooths a hand over your back. 

“No, no…” she chuckles darkly, her usually ever-present smile slowly fading away. “No, I think I do.” 

You look at her, slightly confused, and you wonder just what has been going down between Sunoo, Jungwon and your best friend. However, when it comes to Sakai Moka, it’s best never to question what goes on. 

“I called him Jungwon! I called Nishimura Riki by his best friend’s name.” You sigh. If only that idiot Yang Jungwon had come clean about his true identity. Humiliation wouldn’t be flooding through you as you crumple helplessly on the ground, wishing and hoping and praying that Riki forgets about the entire situation. 

All of a sudden, just outside their tent, there’s a clang as a lantern is placed on the ground and flickers to life. You swivel your head around to exchange a confused look with Moka, who just frowns and shrugs. Then, a voice hums their names, so quiet that it’s impossible to tell where it’s coming from. It seeps through the thin polyester tarps of the tent and, though it may be the cause of a wild imagination, seems to reverberate within the three walls. 

This can’t be. Your mind flashes back all the way to when your classmates, with the iconic flashlights held under their chins, told spooky stories passed down from senior to senior. Entities that haunt you from the depths of the nearby forest; souls that have been trying to seek new residencies for years but to no avail. 

Moka shudders beside you, a trembling hand coming up to grip your shoulder. “Please say that’s Jungwon. Even an unredeemable brat like him would sound like heaven right now.” 

“Uh,” you mutter under your breath, “Suit yourself. I’m hoping it’s Riki out there.” 

“Hey girls!” Kim Sunoo’s easily distinguishable voice rings just outside and Moka instantly releases her hold on you. She still looks uneasy as she tosses her pigtails and mumbles something about how she knew it. 

As you peek out the partially unzipped opening in the tent, it’s an amusing sight to see Moka fiercely marching up to Jungwon and kicking his shin without a moment wasted. 

“What was that for, you idiot?” 

“I should ask you what you did this for!” 

You almost don’t notice it, but Riki glances at you with an exasperated smile and starts to walk away, hands stuffed in his pockets. And you have no idea why that makes you as pleased as it does. 

Crack. 

“Woah!” Moka shrieks and sharply jumps backwards, her hands shooting up to cover her ears. “What was that?” 

You’d laugh at her, but you also flinched backwards into the terrifying darkness upon hearing the sudden sound. 

Sunoo smiles sheepishly and mumbles, “Sorry, I stepped on a twig.”

“Why are we here again?” Moka whines, crossing her arms and shining her torchlight backwards towards where they came from. 

Jungwon sniffs and begrudgingly agrees. “For once, I’m with Moka, what made us have to trek through the woods?” 

You and Sunoo look at each other with a half worried and half cheeky expression. Truth is, once you were out of the tent, he whispered in your ear an elaborate plan to run off and spend the night away from the campgrounds. Just for fun. You don’t know why but you willingly went with him, and now Jungwon and Moka are complaining while Riki walks somewhere off in the distance. 

“Um, yeah, Sunoo, why?” You toss the question back to him with a mischievous grin and run off to join Riki. Betrayal washes over your new friend’s gaze but you’ve already left him with the two most difficult in the group. 

“Hey, why are you walking here alone?” Shining your flashlight onto the path ahead of you because Riki has been walking in the darkness the whole time, you tilt your head and question him curiously. When he purses his lips even more and looks away, you sigh. “Maybe you’re just anti-social, right? Have you even said a word to Sunoo yet?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

Well. Maybe this was a bad idea. You cringe inwardly from the awkward silence that ensues. 

“Umm… here, take this,” you swing your haversack over your shoulder and open the front zip. “You shouldn’t be walking around in the dark.” 

Even as you hand over the small torchlight, Riki just looks at you without saying a word. You begin to think you shouldn’t even have tried. Because if he really wanted you around he would be having a conversation with you, right? He would actively answer you. He wouldn’t just stare at every falling leaf, or the muddy ground, or anywhere but you. 

Promptly giving up with a huff, you close your bag and heave it onto your back again, walking away as quick as you can. Another moment spent with Riki and you might just go out of your mind in frustration. 

But just as you stride off, fingers wrap around your wrist and hold you back. You stifle a scream, nearly breaking your neck off as you turn to see who it is. And surprisingly, it’s Riki. And surprisingly, there’s a look of remorse shadowing his gaze. And most surprisingly of all, he opens his mouth and starts to speak. 

“Sorry.” His voice is deep and very very quiet. 

You take a deep breath. 

“Stay with me.” He suddenly becomes very interested in his deteriorating white shoes. Wait, how do you know that his shoes are… 

You rub your forehead. You’re looking down as well. This isn’t going very well, is it? You readjust your grip on your backpack, unable to keep track of your breaths. Why is it that your legs suddenly feel extremely restless; you can’t stop your head from racing with thoughts? 

“Is that heavy?” He asks, remaining expressionless. And before you can say anything, he reaches over and lifts your haversack off your shoulders. Clasping the torchlight you gave him between his left pinky and ring finger, he slings it over his back and coolly continues walking. 

Normally, this kind of action would amuse you to no end, but why is it that your shoulder-blades still tingle where Riki barely brushed his fingers against you?

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last night i had a dream that my family was part of a large nomadic group wandering through a strange and hostile landscape - whether it was a post-apocalypse future Earth or a different planet/dimension being colonized was unclear. we would stay in one spot for a week or two in living quarters created from tarps and tent poles, then take everything down and move on again. i was partially in charge of the set-up/take-down process and arranging the camp, and both my siblings were there with the group as well. my dad also might have been there? i never saw him but it felt like he was there. my mom was definitely not present. she is not the "roughing it" type and i think my unconscious mind just could not envision her in that sort of situation at all.

anyway the most vivid parts of the dream that i remember:

i was distracted doing something else one time when we set up camp, so wasn't able to supervise things as usual, and the guy who did it (actually that might have been my father the more i think about it) didn't put the tarp over the walking path in between the two long sections of living areas (each section consisted of a bunch of rooms all attached side-by-side to one another, like a series of tent rooms all hooked together in two long sections with a shared roof and a path running in between the two long "buildings" which all the "rooms" faced inward towards). i argued with him for a while when i noticed the issue, but he didn't think it was a problem because it was just the walkway that didn't have a roof, and the rooms themselves were covered. then it started to rain. the trampled ground of the walkway immediately turned to sloppy mud, and water ran into every living area and made everyone miserable. i was vindicated but at what cost.

at one point i was hanging out with my little brother and sister, and my brother fell asleep. as he slept i realized a black widow was crawling on him, and tried to gently brush it off instead of killing it or waking him, but instead i only succeeded in scooting it onto my own foot and pissing it off enough that it bit my pinky toe before scuttling off. the flesh around the bite started to necrotize immediately, at an impossibly fast rate (although i'm pretty sure black widow venom isn't even necrotic irl, it's a neurotoxin, but this is dream logic). we had to rush across the harsh landscape until we reached a futuristic-looking city. a "doctor" operating out of a seedy apartment amputated my pinky toe while telling me how lucky i was that the bite was on something so non-essential. everyone involved, including me, fully agreed. we were all extremely unconcerned about me losing a toe and it was framed as a very normal everyday occurrence.

[silentmagi]

Rising Star

What new calamity is rising now?

2. Their guide, the sun, is covered with clouds and storm, they are lost

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So, the tarps and lean-to held the night and kept them mostly dry, and more importantly kept the books and scrolls safe from the rain. Sadly that was little comfort as they trudged in the gray gloom and dark day that was barely brighter than midnight. The mud clung to their legs like they were a lifeline from the ground itself, shoving the cart from behind with the horse hitched to the front.

Trying to focus on the good like the wise wizard one told her class, “when the heart wants lifting, think of pleasant things. Currently she was up to ten spells that would have been so useful in this situation she had in her spellbook, fifteen of her favorite dishes, and the thought of a hot bath soaking by a fire.

“You know, if you keep muttering death threats, you’re going to kill yourself with stress,” Luna teased, her voice strained with exertion as the reached a patch of grass that wasn’t full of roots and could rest their shoulders for the moment.

Star blinked as she made the futile gesture of wiping the water from her face. “Death threats?”

“Is that not what you were saying?” Luna asked with a twinkle in her eye, seeking some source of enjoyment in the celestial deluge they were heading. They had long since given up any hope of finding a path, instead focusing on just getting out of the forest and mud.

Shaking her head, she moved to rub her shoulder through the oiled cloak keeping the majority of her body warm, even if dry was a distant dream. “Trying to keep positive by listing off spells, meals, anything that could help keep me going.”

“If that’s not working, we could sing a song, I’ve seen field workers, soldiers, and many others do it to keep their spirits up,” Luna offered as she let out a small laugh. “How about a fun little drinking song?”

Singing? What good would singing do that listing off her favorite things wouldn’t? Rolling her eyes, she figured that it would at least not be heard by anyone else on this horrendous day. Her voice wasn’t the greatest, but at least it was something to keep her mind off things.

“Do you know the Bottom of the Bottle?” the wizard asked, remembering some lingering memories of that song from when she had her little party and tryst she could barely remember. Luna let out a small laugh as she patted the cart in time.

“Ten versions, take the lead on the first verse.”

Nodding her head, Star let her feet match the tempo of the beat as best she could, the mud causing some troubles. Taking a deep breath, she began to sing a little uncertainly since she wasn’t currently drunk enough to be confident.

“The Bottom of the Bottle, glass molded and mottle. Upon the skies you do gaze, despite our bleary haze. Twice do you see a cloud, once silent, the other loud…”

Luna licked her lip as she let out a soft laugh, seems she recognized this one at least for she joined in on the next lines. “The Bottom of the Bottle, glass molded and mottle. Drink upon our memories as we drain your gift, be it fruit, grain, or bereft.”

With the song lifting their mind beyond the rain, they continued through the song, with Luna mixing the other versions to form a longer song. Star could just manage to get her mind off the current troubles and think they could do this. Hopefully they’d be able to get some direction where they were.