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Softly Into The Night

Chapter Two: Hide Us In Shadows

Author's Note:

So this is over Eight thousand words and took way longer than I thought it would take, but I think I actually have a basic idea of where this is going. I think I'll have the next chapter ready sometime next week. I'd love to hear what you guys think. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while) (This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 8.0k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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The winding halls of the Abbey seemed endless, the dark architecture intimidating to look at. Our footsteps echoed as Sister Imperator led the way down the hallway - I was trying desperately to not fall behind. She walked at a breakneck speed for someone at her age… It was honestly impressive.

The silence between us was suffocating. She had not spoken to me since we left the hospital wing other than, “Follow me.” I didn’t know if she was trying to be respectful or just really didn’t like me. After yesterday I don’t think she’s ever going to “Like me.”

I sigh, my mind drifting back to yesterday. It was almost impossible not to think about everything that happened in general. With everything that’s happened, I’m surprised my thoughts aren’t running rampant. No, my mind kept drifting back to them…

I barely knew them but they had taken up most of my thoughts since this morning, hell maybe even most of last night. After everything, it was hard for them not to. In a weird way, they were the only reason I was not having an absolute breakdown. Everything had changed over the course of a night but oddly I wasn’t as scared as I probably should be.

After Terzo was able to get the wing cleared and the shattered glass had been cleaned up - The three of us spent most of the day going well into the night talking. They took turns telling me just about everything they could about this world I was now a key player in. To my absolute shock and somewhat horror, I had somehow managed to end up somewhere deep in rural Europe in one of the oldest Abbeys of the satanic church. It's a sort of haven for many of the followers of their church. Legend has it that apparently Satanas himself blessed the church to protect his followers from the witch trials.

There was a whole underground world that I had no idea existed and I had been thrown into the middle of it. Just about anything that I thought was nothing more than bedtime stories or old wise tales to tell children had turned out to be real. Vampires, demons, ghosts, and just about anything you can think of were more than just myths and legends. The church itself used ghouls to ensure the safety of what Terzo called “Lucifer’s favorite bunch of sinners.”

The church itself was also one of the oldest to worship the satanic religion. There was a lot of history here that Copia was more than willing to tell me all about. The church went back hundreds of years and had seen a great deal. Terzo even came from a very long line of leaders of sorts for the church, he was especially the antipope of Satanism. Copia explained that he was a high-ranking cardinal within the church himself. It was well into the night when Trezo mentioned that the church had a sort of band to promote the teachings of the church and to get people to join and he just so happened to be the frontman of the band - Something he was rather proud of. This was arguably one of the most pleasant yet strangest things I had heard all night.

I really couldn’t tell you when it happened but with them, it didn’t feel like time was passing. It felt almost like we’d done it a million times before. At some point, our conversation turned from them explaining this world's wonders to me, to us telling stories to each other. I couldn’t help but open up about myself. I found myself telling about moving around a lot as a kid, how I didn’t have my license till I was in my 20s, and about how I always carry rosemary in my pocket because my mom always did it.

They would interject from time to time. Trezo talked about how he had two older brothers. He talked about his band and about his ghoul. Copia talked about the rats that he keeps in his room and how each has their name (and he was not shy in telling me each and everyone's name.) Somehow he managed to become a treasurer for the church despite claiming how horrible he was at math. There never really was a moment of silence that night. They were easy to talk to. By the end of the night, it felt like we were old friends merely catching up after not seeing each other for a long time.

Arguably being the highlight of the evening was Trezo's confession to carrying a kazoo in his pocket, he said it was because he loved pissing his older brothers off - And he was more than pleased to prove it, giving an in-pronto performance in the wing. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. It almost got him kicked out by Sister Beth. She was ready to kill Trezo by the end of the night. It took a lot of convincing from Copia to let them stay

They stayed with me even after I fell asleep only leaving early this morning - Saying something about how they had to lead mass this morning. Terzo mentioned something about how Primo had to leave for Italy to take care of some church business. Before leaving Terzo had sent for some ghouls to have a room prepared for me. I’m shocked that Sister Beth even allowed me to leave the clinic. But after much convincing from myself and the boys, I was finally able to leave the hospital wing. It probably helped that she seemed to be in a rush to get everything for her departure for Italy as well. She had given Terzo quite the earful to behave while she was gone.

Despite the mess, I had found myself in, they brought me a sense of security and comfort I had never felt before. Terzo and Copia told me I was safe here and I couldn’t help but believe them.

That leads me to where I am now - I couldn't help but wish they were able to stay with me… Walking down a random hallway in a church from a religion I didn’t know existed, let alone that I was a key player in a lot of it… In a country, I have never been in before… With Sister Imperator … Alone…

I shuddered at the mere thought. Maybe I wasn’t as ready for this as I thought I was. I was honestly starting to get scared that she was gonna kill me. There were fewer doors the further we went but it wasn’t darker down here. The windows were huge letting in streams of light it was oddly cozy in a way. We continued for a few more minutes before she abruptly stopped in front of one of the doors.

It looked like the door would swallow me whole - It looked like it was something out of a painting. It was a stark contrast to anything I have ever seen before. It was made from a dark work with accents of gold from the metalwork. It was intricate in its design, the gold swirled around the wood, begging to be open. I just didn’t know what would be on the other side and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. I don’t think Terzo would do anything to hurt me; Copia wouldn’t either. Sister on the other hand I wasn’t too sure.

As if sensing my hesitation, Sister scoffed, throwing the door open. Entering the room as if she owned the place. I mean did she? I wasn’t sure what her job was, conversations with her didn't seem to go further than a few words before she would quickly go silent again.

“This is where you will be staying.” Ever one for politeness wasn't she?

I hesitated before following her into the room. My breath gets caught in my throat.

This is not at all like what I was expecting, I really don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. The room was open and rather spacious. There was a little kitchen area before it led into what looked to be a sitting room. There was a small table next to the window. The chairs flipped upside down and rested on top of the table. A decent size couch was pushed against the back wall and a stack of books lay on the side table - A folded note rested on top, Secondo wasn’t joking. My eyes drifted around the room before landing on another door.

“There are some boxes of clothes in the bedroom that Papa was very generous to have delivered here.” Sarcasm was clear in her voice as she gestures to the door I was staring at.

My cheeks heated up at the mention of Terzo. I could feel her eyes roll as she began to walk away, “I will leave you to get yourself situated.”

She stopped a moment before she completely left the room, “Oh I almost forgot. One of the ghouls will be by later to drop off that runt that was also left in our care.” She shot me a cold smile “Hope to see you at dinner my lady.” with that she left, leaving me alone in the large space.

I stand there for a second taking everything in. It’s still hard to believe that this was happening, this feels like something out of a novel. Things like this just don’t happen. Yet here I am. Angels were real, demons existed, and my father is a king of hell. I still feel like I’m going to wake up at any moment in my run-down apartment and I’ll go about my day like normal. No matter how hard I tried I wasn’t waking up. Taking a deep breath to ground myself, I start my journey to the bedroom.

I gasped at the sight. I had never seen anything this regal in all my life, it felt like I was staying in a castle. The bed was enormous, placed front and center on the back wall. The bedpost practically went to the ceiling and had a dark curtain wrapping around it. Several boxes of varying sizes laid on the bed. I ventured further into the room, taking everything in. The fireplace was not far from the door, made of dark marble, and had a fire already lit inside of it. Towards the back of the room by the bed two large doors lead onto a balcony, the afternoon sun flowing in from the door.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I couldn’t help the squeal as I got swallowed up by the fluffy blanket on the bed. Never in my life had I ever felt something so soft. I turn my head remembering the boxes Terzo had sent.

I prop myself up noticing a letter laying on top of one of the boxes, curiously picking it up. The paper was thick and smooth to the touch. It was accented in black a wax seal binding the letter shut. Cautiously I tear it open, the rushed cursive thick on the page immediately grabbing my attention.

Mia signora, I hope all clothes are to your liking, it would be a shame to only have you in the sisters’ dresses during your stay with us. I took the liberty of having the place stocked for you. I hope you enjoy your time with us, bella. If you need anything at all or just someone to talk to, I’m just down the hall.

Terzo

I reread the note a few times over. Did he go through all this trouble just for me? My face burned and the flutter in my stomach grew to a swarm. I felt like a high schooler all over again.

I set the note down on the bedside table, beginning to tear into the boxes. I was at a loss for words. Various fabrics one after the other; black, red, purple, and white all mixed in the piles. There were more clothes here than I have ever had the privilege of knowing. It was more than what I knew what to do with.

I fall back into the bed, the canopy almost made it look like there were stars above me. I look back to the note Terzo left. This wasn’t even all of it. Laughing in disbelief clenching the note close to my chest. A strange sense of home overcame me letting my eyes drift close. This wasn’t exactly what I expected when Lucifer told me about this place.

The silence was a welcome from the chaos that was yesterday. I was exhausted. I could feel myself starting to drift off. It was short-lived; however, the sound of tapping echoed around the room breaking through the quiet. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a small black figure on the balcony. A raven had landed on the door handle. He only stopped when he saw I was looking toward him. He lets out a cry almost like a command.

Springing up from the bed I throw open the doors stepping out onto the balcony. The cold air instantly hit my face and any hope I had of sleeping left me with the warmth of the room. My visitor who had made his way railing looked at me almost like he was expecting something.

“Hello, little guy.” I reach out to see if I could pet him. He responded by putting his head into my hand.

“Where did you come from?”

He only looked at me as if I should know. Cawing a few times - looking at me expectingly. I chuckled at the strange creature, “I don't suppose you have a name, do you?” He looked up at me, nestling himself further into my hand.

“How does Jasper sound?” He responded with a loud caw in my direction jumping around on the railing. “Jasper it is.” Letting out a little laugh at his enthusiasm.

He seemed content enough, his gaze turning towards the courtyard my room seemed to overlook. The day was quiet, save for the birds without a care in the world. Jasper had made himself comfortable on the ledge looking out onto the landscape with me.

The wind rustled the trees. The different shades of yellow, gold, and red shine bright against the sun. I could see a few of the members of the church walking between the buildings. There were a lot more people here than I thought there would be. The sound of the church bells rings out as the siblings rush to where they need to go. Out of the corner of my eye, the bright colors of flowers stood out. A garden was nestled between the edge of the grounds near the forest. A greenhouse rested in the middle, I could barely make out the blurs that were people tending to the gardens. It was surprising to see something like that here, but it oddly fits.

Never in my life had I seen anything like this. Most places mom and I stayed were the farthest thing from comfort. We made do with the little bit of money we had and it showed in some of the places we had ended up at. Hell, even my last apartment wasn't this nice. I felt like a princess whisked off to some far-off land. In a way, I guess that's what happened. The cold breeze bites at my face. I close my eyes taking it all in. I never knew I could feel this at peace anywhere, even if it was for just a moment.

I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening before a voice broke through the silence. “Your highness?”

“Jesus Christ!” I scream. Gripping the railing to steady myself, leaving dents in the metal. Jasper, the traitor gave a loud cry before he flew away not wanting to stick around to see who had intruded on us.

“Not quite.” the shorter of the two interjected. There was something off about his voice. It was deep and something was captivating about it. It was enticing to hear but it didn’t sound entirely human either.

Jumping around to face who had entered my room. They didn’t look like any of the other members of the church I had met so far. One was taller than the other. Both of them were dressed in all black but what stood out about them was the silver mask that adorn their faces. A set of horns rested on top of their heads and each had a tail that swayed with each gust of wind. They looked almost human if it wasn’t for the fact that they almost looked like they were made of smoke. A dark mist surrounded them, flickers of dark blue flashing through it. They were unsettling and didn't look like they were breathing. I didn’t fear them though, I was more annoyed than anything else. After everything that happened, I could really use some peace and quiet right now.

“Dose no one from hell know how to fucking knock!” Taking a deep breath trying to steady my breathing.

“We did.” The taller of the two finally spoke up. His voice was deeper than the other and it was a hell of a lot more menacing. He had his hands crossed over his chest. He seemed amused by my outburst. “I’m Omega. I’m one of Papa’s ghouls.” he bowed slightly clearing his throat - looking to the other ghoul he was with.

“Shit. sorry.” He scrambles to bow, unsure of what else to do. Omega seemed to be getting a kick out of torturing the other ghoul.

“This pipsqueak is Nova. He was the ghoul who came in with you, something about how Lucifer entrusted him with your safety.” He put the last part in quotations. “Papa sent me to check in on you, make sure you were settling in alright.” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of Nova, “figured I could kill two birds with one stone and introduce you two.”

Nova didn't seem to have any outward reaction but the aura around him flared, red making its way onto the previous black. It was gone just as quickly as it was there as he looked at me, bowing slightly “Your majesty it’s my honor to serve you.”

“Ok…” My eyes dart between the two. I could feel my face heating up with each passing moment. “Please just (Y/N) is fine. No need for any of the formalities, it makes me feel weird.” I whispered the last part.

The mask gave away little to what they were thinking or feeling. Omega chuckled, grabbing onto Nova's shoulder - shaking him slightly. “I told you, you have nothing to worry about.”

Omega radiated an air of mischief. It practically took up the aura around him. He said he was Terzo's ghoul right? I mean it makes sense that he was. I could practically imagine the mischief they would get into.

Nova on the other hand was the complete opposite. Unlike Omega, Nova looked like he had never been out of hell a day of his life. He seemed nervous - like he wasn’t here out of his own free will but rather because he was told he had to be. He was rigid and stoic. Nothing about him looked natural, I don’t even think he was breathing.

“Not to sound rude but what exactly do you two want?”

Nova became even more rigid if that was possible. His eyes? Falling to the floor, “Well you see your majesty...”

“(Y/N)”

“(Y/N)... I’ve been tasked to watch over you. Your safety is my top priority.” He snaps to attention, his masked face coming to meet my confused stare.

“Well as great as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass on that.”

“Your highness, I ask that you reconsider. It’s not safe for you to be alone, we don’t know who knows about you…”

“It’s (Y/N) and no I don’t think I will.” My arms came to cross over my chest.

We were starting to get under each other skin. It was obvious in the way his body started to get taller and his tail looked more like an agitated cat. There was no way I was going to let up though. After everything I need to process it all - And they were not the pair I particularly wanted to do that with. The idea of having a demonic being present for that didn't sound very appealing. They were the very thing I was trying to run from, at least for just a little bit longer

. Omega looked like he was having the time of his life - He looked like he couldn’t take anything seriously even if he wanted to. His tail snapped from side to side sporadically - He was practically buzzing. Bright flashes of yellow fly out of him the longer he watched the scene unfold before him.

“What’s the worst that could happen? I just need the afternoon. Besides don’t you have other ghoul business or whatever it is you do? I’ll be just fine.” I try to reason with Nova.

“Don’t you realize the gravity of the situation here?”

I cut him off, my temper flaring slightly. “The point of me being here was so that I would be safe. I don’t partially feel comfortable being watched 24/7 by a demon, ghoul, whatever you are.”

A flash of red goes through the aura around him, his stoic appearance crumbling down, “Do you have any idea what is out there looking for you? The lesser creatures that would kill you for just a fraction of the power you possess. The angles whose entire mission is to kill you before you can even think. Your father entrusted me to keep you safe and I don't particularly want to face the wrath of Lucifer.”

Silence fell in the room, I really didn’t know how to respond. I really could run from the situation anymore. Nova’s words replay in my head - My thoughts starting to run wild. Was I even safe here if what Nova was saying was true? I don’t think Terzo and Copia would lie to me though. But still, Nova’s words hung heavy in the air. Did I rush into this? Was I even given much of a choice? I was given a choice of life and death and a whole world I was integral in without even knowing it. There was still so much I didn’t understand and I can’t run for that anymore. I was living with a target in my back. I was starting to lose it, the overwhelming burning in my body was becoming too much. It was like both of them could sense it. Puffing up like a cat.

Omega broke the silence, cutting through the tension of the room. “In case you’re wondering I’m just here to make sure you make it to dinner.”

Nova and I both turn our attention to him. “What?”

The overwhelming need to be alone was suffocating. Clapping my hand together, trying hard to not show my fear or how exhausted I really was. Taking a deep, shaky breath I exclaim, “Well, as lovely as it is to have you both here… There’s a lot I have to do. Lots of boxes to put away.” Chuckling nervously - looking anywhere that was not them. Clearing my throat. They look at me showing no sign that they were ready to leave.

“I’m sure you have other things to attend to…” still nothing “I’m going to take a shower and then put these away, sooooo…” I begin to escort them out of the room. “I think it’s time you guys leave.”

I start to push them out, desperate to get out of the conversation. Omega was in a state of shock, I don’t think he had ever been thrown out of a room before. Nova refused to move his feet, I was the only force getting him out of the room.

“Your majesty… I…”

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine for now. Come back tomorrow!”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay to show you the way to the dining hall?” Omega rushed out. The door comes closer into view.

“NO! No, it’s ok. Really it is. It was nice meeting you two, Nova I will see you in the morning. Have a goodnight.”

I shut the door. Sliding down the door, a long drawn-out breath left me. In a way, I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.

I sat like that for way longer than I care to admit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was beginning to set by the time I finally dragged myself out of the room. It took me way longer than it should have to leave the shower. Terzo wasn’t lying when he said everything was fully stalked. It was well needed and hell After everything that’s happened to me in the past week. It took everything in me not to just throw all the boxes to the floor and crawl into bed and sleep another week.

As pleasant as that sounded right now - The need to eat outweighed my wanting to hide from my problems. At least for one more night. My mind was still in unrest. The full gravity of the situation had finally hit me like a ton of bricks. I was here and I was safe at the moment but the main question right now was ‘what comes next?’

I have no idea what exactly it is I am capable of, especially after the incident in the Hospital Wing yesterday. It was hard to not think about it. Not even mentioning the fact that just about everything I thought I knew about the world was built on top of secrets. I have no idea what was out there or even the lengths that they would go through to get to me. Was Nova right? Was I really safe anywhere? Everything I thought I knew was flipped over on its head.

While some of the burning questions I had in my childhood had been answered, I was left with more questions than I had answered. Mom and Lucifer had said that I had been going under the radar for years and even then I still attracted the occult to me. But now I’m flying with no filter was Sister right? Was I just a beacon for anything that wish to see me dead? Who’s to say I can even stay here for long before someone or something finds me?

The headache I’d been nursing since that faithful night showed no sign of leaving and exhaustion was starting to creep in. My thoughts showed no sign of slowing. I look around the halls trying to find anything that even looked remotely familiar. At this point the sun had almost completely set, the only light source in the hallway being from the sheer endless amount of candles this place had and the moonlight that was shining through the windows. Despite how beautiful the architecture was - This place was creepy when you had no idea where it is you were going.

It had to have been close to an hour by now and I was hopelessly lost in the depths of the Satanic Church; who knows what was being stored here. I was half tempted to just say fuck it and turn around. The luxurious bed was screaming my name. I could just get breakfast in the morning. Maybe Omega or someone could show me how the hell to get around here.

Just as I was about to abandon my quest and turn around - The corridor began to get brighter. Actual light fixtures were installed down here. Toward the end, I could make out a doorway getting brighter and brighter the closer I got - The sound of footsteps getting louder the closer I got. Someone else had to be down here with me. Let’s just hope they’re also not lost.

Picking up speed, I cry out, “Hey! Wait! Can you help me!”

The light was almost blinding by the time I came crashing into the large hallway. The air was knocked out of me as I ran face-first into whoever or whatever was down here with me. I close my eyes bracing for the hard floor as I stumbled backward.

It never came.

Hesitantly opening my eyes slightly, I could see a gloved hand holding my arm in a vice grip. It was the only thing keeping me from crashing to the ground.

“Mia cara, are you alright ?” The owner of the voice I was becoming all too familiar with was filled with confusion and a hint of worry, questioned. A wave of relief passed over me.

“Ooh cardinal, funny running into you here.” I chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere that wasn’t his eyes.

“What are you doing down here, cara?”

He hadn’t let go of my arm. I finally land on his face. My face was burning at this point. His mismatched eyes were looking down at me. Even now they still held the warmth from the night before. His body was pressed up against mine preventing me from falling to the floor - the warmth was a welcome comfort. If I wasn’t dealing with the embarrassment of literally running into one of the few people who were welcoming - I wouldn’t want him to let go.

“I got lost trying to find the dining hall or at least the kitchen at this point.” I managed to squawk out. My face burns hotter and hotter with each passing second.

As if being knocked from a trance himself, he was quick to get me to my feet letting go of my arm. I shutter slightly from the warmth that quickly left my body just as quickly as he did. Now he was the one looking anywhere but at me.

“I’m sorry to tell you this but dinner ended about quite a while ago. As for the kitchen, sister keeps that under close inspection, too many ghouls and siblings wandering in for a midnight snack if you catch my drift.” He laughed at his own joke trying to make light of the situation. “I thought Terzo sent Omega to show you the grounds?”

“About that…” rubbing the back of my head, not really sure how to explain myself. I wasn’t really sure where to start if I was being honest or if I really wanted to get into it right now.

“I had a couple of things I wanted to do beforehand. He wasn’t able to the whole time.” the floor here was becoming my friend, I was looking at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I wasn’t convincing but I didn’t want to burden him with everything currently going through my head.

He didn’t seem fully convinced but decided not to press further, “ Do you need some help getting back?”

I’m not sure why it surprised me, both he and Terzo had been nothing but welcoming since I got here. “Ooh it’s fine don't worry about it, I can just go back the way I came. I’m sure you have someone waiting for you or something else to attend to.”

“Nonsense, bella. Not many people are waiting for me on any given day except for Terzo. I’m sure the il dolore nel mio culo will understand.”

“I don’t want to cause you any problems, more so than what I already have.”

“You are no trouble at all cara. I’d be more than happy to escort you back. Maybe find you something to eat?” His face was starting to match mine his cheeks were starting to be dusted in a rose color.

“No, it’s ok seriously. I’ll be fine, I can just go back the way I came. I can just get something in the morning to eat.” I try my best to be convincing, but my stomach had other plans. At the mention of food, my stomach let out a guttural growl. Fuck maybe I was more hungry than I thought.

“When was the last time you ate something, cara?”

“Yesterday… When Sister Beth brought us soup” I sheepishly explained.

“Did sister not give you something to eat this morning?”

“Sister Beth tried to but she was so busy and I honestly wasn’t all that hungry anyways… there’s just been a lot on my mind today and I didn’t want to be a bother so…” the words die in my throat. Copia’s gaze was only filled with more worry and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, I didn’t want to worry him anymore.

He looked away slightly like he was thinking about something. Finally, he looked back at me determination making it to his face, whatever it was he was not going to take no for an answer. He cleared his throat and nervously began to ask, “Well… if you’d like I could make you something back at my place… there’s a little kitchen in there and I’m sure I have something that I could make you… Unless of course you just want to go to sleep… but you probably should go to sleep on an empty stomach, it’s not particularly healthy. Especially after everything that you’ve just been through…”

“Cardinal…” the smallest of smiles beginning to form, there was something about him that made him endearing to listen to. He genuinely just wanted to help.

“But then again, you're not entirely human so are you even hungry?” He continued.

“Copia…”

“If you are interested I do make a mean Rigatoni, even Terzo agrees, and he’s as picky as they come…” He kept rambling.

“Copia!” He finally stopped, his gaze finally snapping to meet mine. His body goes stiff as he twiddles his thumbs.

The smile never left my face, “I would like that. If it really is no trouble.”

He looked like he was signing out in relief, “Of course, bella. It’s no trouble at all.” stepped to the side gesturing for me to start walking.

“Why thank you.” I chuckle before I move, Copia following close behind.We fell into a comfortable silence. The halls remained empty, if I didn’t know any better I would think this place was abandoned. I couldn’t help but take in the abbey. With Copia it’s not as intimidating, it was beautiful. The halls don't seem to go endlessly to God knows where when there is someone who knows where they’re going.

My eyes drift over to Copia. Heat rushed to my face as I took him in. I suppose this was the first time I had really taken him in. I never noticed how much taller he was compared to me. His face angled in just the right places. He was handsome, he had to have known it. His hair was pushed back and out of his face a few pieces falling into his face - he looked like he was tired, but it was something he wore well. He looked like he had a lot of late nights but there he didn’t look like he was tired. I was in no way discreet as I mapped out his face. His lips were the last thing I landed on. They were plump and looked a little chapped from the cold. I just wanted to reach up and kiss him.

Wait, what? No. No… I shouldn’t be thinking that. We just met. He and Terzo had been nothing but kind to me and I couldn't fuck that up. I hadn’t even realized that I was staring until he turned his head slightly in my direction. Snapping my head back in front of me the blush across my cheeks only deepened.

“Do a lot of people live here? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone since yesterday…” I finally broke the silence. Mentally slapping myself for the question, hoping he didn’t notice me staring. Little did I know that he was also staring at me, having a similar dilemma.

He looked deep in thought for a moment “Not as many as there used to be. Some still do but they’re probably all back in their dorms for the night… The ministry is open to anyone who wishes but they are free to come and go as they please…” he pauses for a moment before continuing, “Besides, not many wander down these halls except for me, not many siblings are dying to be working down here with me. I was honestly surprised to see you down here. ”

“What can I say, I have a knack for getting horribly lost, I’m just glad it was you I ran into.”

He laughs slightly, “I can see that. I’m more than happy to have the company, especially if it’s una bella ragazza come te.”

“You’re too kind, cardinal…”

“I only speak the truth, cara.”

I hope he didn’t notice my cheeks burning from his comment. If he did he once again didn’t say anything. The faintest of smiles on his face as he looked over at me.

“I hope you are settling in well here.” Copia continued.

“For the most part. I don't think I have ever had that big of a bed in my whole life.” The end turned into an awkward laugh “This all doesn't seem real if I’m being honest with you.”

“I can imagine.” He paused, his head turning in my direction. “This must be a lot for. I was lucky enough to be raised in this world, I couldn’t imagine what might be going through your head right now… If there is anything I can do to help you adjust, just ask topolino. ”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I was feeling bold. “A friend would be nice.”

I giggled as he fumbled over his steps, his cheeks turning a bright red as he tried to regain his footing. His eyes were wide as he turned to look at me. A silent question passed between us. I could only smile in response, slightly nodding my head.

“Okie dokie, mia cara.”

A moment of silence passed between us. His eyes stared into mine, a fire erupting in my stomach. It felt like it would set me ablaze but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

“Thank you for staying with me.” I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me.

“No need to thank me cara, I can just imagine how overwhelming this all must be for you.” He cocked his head to the side. His lips upturned into the slightest smile - his eyes holding nothing but warmth in them.

“I hope you might be able to call this place home.” He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, like he had something else to say but didn’t. I wasn't going to push him. We fell back into silence, simply content in the other presence.

At this point, the sun had completely set. The candles that lined the halls cast shadows across the wall. The painting that was in the main hallway seemed to become less common the further we went. The walls seemed just a bit more familiar. It wasn’t long before we made it to what I assumed was his room.

“Home sweet home.” He opened the door to reveal his room. I’m not sure what I was expecting as I walked into the room. His room was similar to mine. There were candles all over the place. A small TV sat in the corner facing the couch. A few potted plants lined the counter in the kitchen. Some were half dead, but it looked like he was trying his best.

The sound of squicking caught my attention. In the corner of the room - closer to what I’m guessing is his bedroom - stood a decent size cage. Inside were close to a dozen rats, all varying in different color and size.

“Ooh, my god.” I squealed, making a beeline for the cage.

They all get close to the edge of the cage - Curious to see the newcomer. Upon closer inspection, quite a few of the rats were missing something. A few were missing legs, one was missing an eye. Despite their circumstances, they all looked more than happy to be there.

“These must be the rats you were talking about, right?” I laughed, turning my head so I could see Copia.

He stood by the door looking slightly flushed. He looked like he was in a daze. My question just barely snapped him out of it.

“What? Ooh sí, sí! They’re the ones I couldn’t realise back into the Abbey when they healed.”

He makes his way over to me. Bending down to the same level as the rats. They only got more excited now that he was there. His body heat radiates off of him, it took everything in me to not move closer to him. He goes to open the cage, picking up the one that was missing an eye. Petting his head slightly before Copia brought him closer to me. Looking like a proud parent showing off his kids.

“This little guy is Rizzo.”

The little guy stands on his hind legs looking at Copia. He seemed hesitant to even come near me. Sniffing my hand before walking into my outstretched hand.

“Hey there, Rizzo. Aren’t you just the sweetest?” Bring him closer to my face. He sniffs up my face deciding that I was not a threat, squeaking out his approval. He looks back at Copia and back at me - Curling himself into my hand.

“He likes you, bella.”

Handing him back to Copia, “I have a way with animals as surprising as it sounds.”

“I don't think it's that surprising.” his voice still soft. The look he was giving me was making my stomach do flips. The feeling from the hallway came back with a vengeance. “I think they have a way of judging people for who they are.”

Our eyes meet, and a sort of understanding passes through us. Neither of us really sure if we should look away or if we even wanted to. I’m not sure which of us started to close the gap. The space between us was getting smaller and smaller. My eyes flutter close waiting to feel his lips on mine.

“Copia. Figlio di puttana!” The voice was muffled soon followed by the sound of the door flying open interrupting the moment.

We jump from each other. Trying to get as much space from the other as we could, looking anywhere else but the other.

“First you miss dinner, then you miss our meeting, and now no one can find il nostro bellissimo ospite and where have you been…” The slightly panicked voice of Terzo rounds the corner stopping when he noticed us standing there. “Ooh… am I interrupting something?” The signature smirk I was growing fond of made its way to his face.

“No, not at all…”

“Sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo…”

Our words overlap each other. The blush on our faces did little to hide what just happen.

“Sí… whatever you say...” Terzo throws himself onto the couch. His eyes shifted from Copia to me, a more genuine smile making its way to his face.

“I missed you both at dinner.” He starts, his voice soft. He sounded like he was sure if he should be saying it or not. “My apologies if Omega misbehaved. I instructed him to be on his best behavior.”

“No, it's seriously my fault. I was the one who was running behind and then I got lost trying to find the dining hall. If it wasn’t for Copia here I would probably still be aimlessly wandering the halls.”

“Forgive me I would have shown you the way myself, but duty calls.”

“It’s seriously all good. Besides I’m getting food out of it. I count that as a win.”

At the mention of food, Copia seemed to be reminded of what he was going to do, to begin with. Muttering out a quick pardon he makes his way to the little kitchen.

Not sure what else to do I take a seat on the couch as far from Terzo as I could. I didn’t want him to see how flustered I was. I was also trying to not dig myself further into the hole I was all but falling into.

“I don’t bite, bella. Unless you ask nicely.” He winked. The bastard was enjoying how flustered I was.

“Be nice.” Copia's voice left little room for argument. He pointed the spoon in his hand at Terzo who lifted his hands in mock surrender

I relaxed moving closer to him. Terzo had his arm thrown back on the couch. It felt like last night again. It didn’t feel forced instead it felt like this was a normal occurrence.

“So how was your first official day out and about, bella?”

“Eventful to say the least. I’m pretty sure Sister Imperator is plotting my death as we speak.” I try to make light of everything.

“Don’t pay her much mind, tesoro. As scary as she can be, she’s practically harmless these days.”

“I should also thank you for the room… and the clothes… and I guess for actually letting me stay here.”

“No need to thank me bella. It’s not every day we have such an esteemed guest here, let alone one as bellissima as you.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

By now I should just be used to what they’re doing to me, my ears still being from both of their constant compliments.

“Well still… I should thank you both. You’ve been nothing but kind since I got here… you’ve honestly made this a lot easier than I thought it would be…” The room felt like it had gone completely silent. I refused to look anywhere else than the tv in front of me. I kept my hands in my lap trying not to show how nervous I was.

I could feel him stiffen slightly before relaxing. Taking my hand in his, I jumped, meeting his gaze. His eyes were just as hypnotic as Copia’s, I could find myself staring into them all night. He had a soft smile on his face. This was the most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen either of them since I got here. As selfish as it sounded I wanted to stay like this for as long as I could. The way that they looked at me made me feel like they were casting a spell on me.

“I would have it no other way, tesoro.”

My head came to rest on Terzo's shoulder. It was getting increasingly harder to ignore how tired I was. His arm hesitantly came to pull me closer to his side. The warmth of his body did little to help - Neither did the steady beating of his heart. I could feel my eyes becoming heavy. Their banter continued and as crazy as it sounds a part of me felt like this was what I was always missing. This was the most relaxed I had been in such a long time. My breathing started to slow and I could fight it off anymore. Finally, I let sleep take me.

Translations: mia signora- My lady bella- beautiful mia cara- My dear Cara- Dear il dolore nel mio culo- the pain in my ass Una bella ragazza come te- A beautiful girl like you Topolino- Little mouse Sí- yes Figlio di puttana- You son of a bitch il nostro bellissimo ospite - our beautiful guest sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo- You alwasy know when to pick your time Tesoro- treasure Bellissima- Beautiful

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia #copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader x trezo

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bluiex · 1 year

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today was awful, full ‘i could only think of my trauma’ day. barely eaten and i’ve spoken like 7 words the entire day so have words i can’t get out

//trauma, CSA, sh, i think this is a mental breakdown?, saying he deserved what happened to him, i think that’s all

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Grian was off, that much was obvious from just looking at him. He was completely silent and he looked far off. He kept his body close to himself and went out of his way to avoid touch. He’d woken up fine, a little off from a rough night but pretty normal.

He’d only been awake for about an hour when something happened, nothing that wouldn’t alarm others but something that should have been given a warning for hadn’t and it sent him spiraling. He completely closed off walking through the day like a zombie trying to distract himself with pain. Hidden under his sweater sleeves were angry red nail mark, none of them drew blood, much to his dismay, but they were there.

People mostly left him alone figuring it was because of something to happen yesterday, something that in reality didn’t even bug him. No it was all something that very few knew about, and even then most people who knew had never seen him this bad so his traumas hadn’t crossed their minds as to why he was off, for the most part at least.

When he returned home from whatever he was doing he didn’t say a word, putting his stuff down and just going into his empty room even as Scar and Cub greeted him. They both knew something was wrong but could tell the best thing was to leave him be. He wanted to be alone for now.

He slept. He slept and he slept occasionally being awoken by one of them asking if he needed anything or if he was alright but he just shook his head and ignored them. He could barely bring himself to speak who cares if he’d eaten little to nothing or if his heart felt numb.

At one point Scar stayed longer then Grian liked asking if he wanted different foods all of which Grian just shook his head or ignored. He didn’t let it show but he was annoyed he just wanted to be alone. Why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone?

He couldn’t even bring himself to cry, even when things got too loud, even when he painfully dug his nails into his arm, even when all he could thing of was that. His eyes never even once watered.

Eventually he stayed awake, he didn’t bother messaging people back on his communicator, he just put on music, music he related to, and let himself drift. Drift the line between being fully submerged in water and being surrounded by fog, both terrible but one worse.

Finally both Cub and Scar returned, he was facing away from the door but light filled the almost dark room, only illuminated by a dim lamp one of them had turned on however long ago. They silently came to the bed sitting down.

“Grian?” He stayed silent.

“Baby? We just want to help you,” didn’t even shift. He stayed looking at the wall blankly.

“Grian, we understand you want to be alone but being alone this long isn’t healthy, you don’t deserve to isolate yourself you deserve help.”

“I don’t deserve anything,” it was more then he’d spoken before, that should have been good for them but the words made it hard to be happy.

“Songbird you deserve the world, it’s been unkind to you and it deserves to be burned down for that. None of what you went through was your fault.”

“IT FUCKING WAS THOUGH!” Grian screamed hands quickly grabbing his head pain shooting through it.

“You were a child,” Cub reasoned both their face full of pain and worry.

“A child who should have known better,” Grian spat back out curling in on himself. “I deserve this, I deserve to feel pain.”

“You deserve to be loved, to be cherished, to never feel like that again, to have everything you’ve ever wanted handed to you on a silver platter,” Scar replied in a tone that said he wasn’t going to debate this. Grian just stayed silent.

Cub and Scar wordlessly curled around Grian and he just couldn’t help it anymore, he just started sobbing violently.

“I’m so fucking tired! I’m so tired of not being okay! I just want to be fucking okay! It’s so exhausting! Why can’t I just be fucking okay?!” He cried out as Cub and Scar held him gently rubbing his back as he sobbed out at everything.

He just wanted to be alright again.

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bleh, i feel awful and this took like over an hour to write

i’m single ofc so for me when cub and scar both appear nothing past that happened to me, im just here to work this shit out by myself because life is a bitch

i’ve had one cheese meat and cracker pack to eat but i don’t want to get up to get anything else, trauma is awful

-🍞

I'm sorry the day was awful :( but please know you aren't alone! We may be behind screens and funny little asks box but I care about you! And this little community does too <3 some days are hard but remember you got us.

And writing out your feelings this way I hope helped you somewhat. Your writing is wonderful!

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #tw sh #tw csh #tw trauma vent

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nimata-beroya · 1 year

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MY THOUGHTS ON TBB 2×11 "Metamorphosis"

I loved this episode so much, and I loved how it was set up kinda a mystery from the beginning, even if I had a strong feeling what it was about. We got a great resolution for another TCW's loose end.

I knew handling Mando and TBB episodes on the same day was going to be tricky, and I was proven right. That's the reason of this review's delay. Most likely, next week, I'll do TBB first, since it's a Crosshair episode (FINALLY!!!), but it'll depend on which show blows my mind more.

So let's dive in…

The introduction was great, with the commando and the ship drifting aimlessly through space. I knew it was the cloned zilo beast from the start (I've been saying since the beginning this was going to be THE episode for the beast and Mount Tantiss) but it's nice how they kept us guessing for quite a while. Like… Is it the Zilo beast or something else?

Instant hate from Dr. Hemlock, and a little less hate for Nala Se (maybe?). Although, I'm not losing sleep knowing that she's in a cell. Well deserved, a taste of her own medicine, and all that.

It was a surprise to know Lama Su is alive, but to be honest, I had a bit of doubt about his death. This show has never been gory, but neither shies away to show death and make it perfectly clear (look at when Rampart killed Wilco). So after seeing the scene last season where it's heavily implied they kill Lama Su, I was like 98% sure he was dead, but there was a tiny voice in my head that asked what if he's not? They didn't show the body. Maybe I need to pay more attention to that voice from now on 🤣

I liked that the Batch is pushing back and demanding a better pay from Cid. Obviously, that business relationship is not working anymore, but Tech is right, they need to tread carefully when walking away from Cid.

(side note: I like to point out that, even she's not dramatically better, Phee offered them 50% from the start back when they went treasure hunting in episode 2×05. I know many don't exactly like Phee and like I said, Phee isn't much better than Cid, but she seemed to appreciate the batch just a tad more. And that got me thinking, if the batch truly cuts ties with Cid, it's good that they have another contact with whom they can get some jobs from. I know everyone wants to see the batch joining Rex and all that, but even if they do, they'll still need a source of income. They need credits for food, fuel, etc.)

Tech going alone did give me some anxiety. Don't do that Tech!

There it is!! Oh, it eats energy? Did the zilo beast do that? And a simple explosion won't kill it!

Dank ferrik! It's on the loose. I told you it wasn't going to die like that! Now, it's heading for the village!

Poor Omega! Horrified that the beast ate the crew.

Finally, Hunter piloting the Marauder!

SEE! It's definitely the Zilo beast!!!!

*sighs* Here it comes the Empire to complicate everything!! As usual!

It's so weird not to see Tech piloting, I was sure he was going to take the pilot seat as soon as he was onboard, but I guess he trusts Hunter's piloting skills. My headcanon is that after breaking his leg in episode 2×02, Hunter took part of Tech's responsibilities as pilot until he healed, so Tech trusts HIS ship to him by now 🤣

And yay!!!! Calling Rex and Echo means we'll see them soon!! Knowing that next week is a BIG Crosshair episode, I wonder if somehow Rex and Echo will cross path with him, and thus crossing path with the batch again. Not having footage about what's going to happen is driving me crazy, because I NEED TO KNOW!!!, but at the same time everything that happens will be a surprise. I can't wait!!!

UGH!!! Like I said yesterday, Lama Su deserves the slowest and most painful death ever for being a snitch! AAAARRRRGHH!!

#episode review #tbb #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb 2x11 metamorphosis

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The Legend And The Sister

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction. I do not know Jos or Max or Lewis, I am only using them as characters in my story. I mean no offence.

Why are there so many people?

I could barely see three feet in front of me, the crowd was so thick. I tried standing on my tippy toes to see if I could find the Red Bull garage but being 5 feet 4 inches meant I couldn't see very far.

I look around and I locked eyes with a man in a Mercedes t-shirt walking in my direction. He had the most beautiful and warm brown eyes I've ever seen.

“Excuse me, do you know where the Red Bull garage is?”

“Yeah I do.” the stranger chuckled, “it's that one right there.”

I turned my head in the direction he was pointing. There was a sea of people between us and the garage.

“Thank you so much.”

He gave me a warm smile before walking away. I made my way through the crowd and to the garage. I carefully made my way through until I saw the man I was looking for.

“Max?”

The man turned around.

“Yeah that's me. Who are you?”

“I’m y/n”

“Oh shit, wow, it's great to meet you. I can't believe you’re actually here”

“Me either, to be honest.”

We shared an awkward hug before he introduced me to the rest of the team. It felt weird hearing him introduce me as his sister. I had spent my whole life being an only child of a single mother and now here I am at my older brother's Grand Prix, in his garage, meeting his team.

“I can’t believe we've never met before.” Max said as he sat down on the window ledge in his driver room.

“I know, I didn't even know you existed until 6 months ago.”

“It's so weird having a second sister.”

“I know. I was really nervous about reaching out, I didn't want to implode you and your sister's lives.”

“Hey, you didn't implode our lives. My dad did that when he had an affair and got your mom pregnant.”

Max gave me a small smile which I returned. We spent the rest of the time getting to know each other before he had to go do his qualifying. I watched from the Red Bull garage with the team. I had never seen a grad pix before I found out about him and his family, much less been to one live. It was extremely exhilarating, I couldn't wait to see what the race was like the next day.

During the entirety day, every second of quiet or lull in conversation, my mind wandered back to the gorgeous man with the beautiful eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about his smile and the tattoos on his arm. I wish I had gotten his name. The ride back to the hotel was quiet, Max was exhausted from his day having qualified in second. He had generously arranged my pass for the weekend as well as a room in the same hotel as him so that we could spend as much sibling time together as possible.

That night as I lay in bed I kept replaying my meeting with the beautiful man over and over. Making up fake scenarios of a second encounter before drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning I met one of the Red Bull team members down stairs in the lobby before heading off to the race. The garage was much busier than yesterday with everyone running round. I found a quiet corner so that I would be out of the way but still able to watch the race. I slipped on my headphones and got comfortable as the formation lap was finishing.

The start of the race was crazy. Max dropped down to third at the first corner but was able to gain back his place by the seventh corner. He was able to keep his place for the remainder of the race and finish in second.

The whole team went down to congratulate him as he stepped out of the car. I waited on the side next to some team members, unsure of what to do. Max made his way over and gave me a hug in celebration. As I was returning the hug, I looked over his shoulder and my eyes locked with the same beautiful pair of brown eyes that had been haunting me all weekend.

The brown eyes, beautiful face and gorgeous smile I had stuck in my head this whole weekend belonged to the man I had been hearing my new found brother complain about since I arrived.

As I pulled away from the hug and Max went to get ready for his post race interview, my eyes met once again with the stranger. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as the stranger continued to look my way during his interview.

After Max had received his trophy and done his remaining interviews, he went up to his drivers room to change his clothing. He told me to wait for him by the exit to the parking lot so that we could drive back to the hotel together.

“So that's why you were looking for the garage, you're Max’s girl aren't you?”

The sudden voice behind me made me jump. I turned around and was met with the stranger walking towards me.

“First off, I'm no ones ‘girl’,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, “I'm his sister.”

The stranger chuckled, “No you're not. I've met Max's sister and you're not her.”

We stood in silence for a minute before he spoke up again.

“Who are you really?”

“Well Jos decided that he wasn't getting enough at home so he had an affair with a flight attendant, my mother, got her pregnant, didn't tell anyone, ghosted her and never took responsibility. So I believe, if my science is right, that that would make me Max's sister.”

The stranger looked at me in shock. We stood in silence for a while before he was able to form a sentence once again.

“No. this can't be happening. The girl I can't stop thinking about can not be the sister of my biggest rival.”

“Oh you think this is fun for me? Huh? I haven't been able to get you out of my head. How exactly am I supposed to tell the brother that I just found out about that I'm crushing on the man he hates the most in this world?!”

He looked at me and smiled.

“So you have a crush on me?”

“That's not the point. We just need to forget we ever met and move on.”

“What if i don't want to?”

I looked at him in shock. We just met the other day, and let's be honest it wasn't exactly a meaningful meeting.

“You can't be serious”

“What? I like you, you're funny and sassy and beautiful. I don't want to forget you. How about this, you give me your number and we won't have to tell Max. Texting isn't that bad. No one needs to know.”

The sound of footsteps breaks us out of our conversation. I look over and see Max walking towards us with his pr person. I look back with wide eyes.

“Hurry”

“What?”

“Make a decision, your brothers coming and if he sees us together he won't be happy”

“Fine”

I quickly gave him my number before Max reached us. He walked away right as Max reached my side.

“What did he want?” Max asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing, I was just congratulating him on a good race.”

“He's the enemy, we don't consort with the enemy” Max’s pr person, who's name I can't remember, said.

I nodded my head and began heading to the car. The ice in Max's voice told me everything I needed to know about what was about to happen. My brother could never find out about Lewis Hamilton.

#lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

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license-to-geek · 2 years

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Norman Osborn X Reader

Reader is bitten by a spider instead of Peter

Part One

Smut warning

Also I wrote this in half an hour I can’t be too bothered checking for typos right now so apologies if it reads horrendously.

Anyway. Peace ✌️

The way their skin felt against one another’s was no where near comparable to any high on the planet. Sweat glistening and the sounds of pleasure filling the room. Silk bed sheets grazed her back as his hands gripped her waist.

“Fuck Norman “ she moaned.

He had slipped one of his long elegant fingers in between her folds, testing her waters.

Her hands went between his legs to reach for his member.

“Oh (Y/N), god the things you do to me)” he whispered, reaching down to engulf her in a kiss.

They had been seeing each other for a few months. She had been a friend of Harry’s since freshman year of college and had been invited round for dinner one evening. At first they didn’t pay any attention to one another. Completely not interested. Then there was the annual gala. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Innocent looks and thoughts turned into an obsession for him. Her intellect and drive was un matched to anyone he had ever met.

She saw him after a few drinks once he’d loosened up at the gala. She’d always thought him attractive, but that night was different, it was like a switch had been flipped and she was consumed by him.

They stumbled into one another in an empty hall way, she had fell, he had caught her, alcohol had been consumed, probably too much. And next thing they where kissing.

For the sake of Harry they tried to ignore their feelings for one another. But they just kept getting pulled back together. After dancing around each other and playing mind games they’d began an illicit affair.

“I love how you look when you cum” she smirked, laying down next to him, completely exhausted from their recent workout.

“What, like a man possessed ?” He laughed.

“Something like that. Oh shoot look at the time ! I’ve got to get going we have a field trip tomorrow”

And so she left, the pair of them feeling empty hearted at the thought of not being able to spend the night in each other embrace once again.

After that night the strangest thing had happened to her, she’d been bitten by a spider. Her senses dialled up to 11 and now she was a crime fighting super hero. Like James Bond. Sort of. But with webs shooting out of her wrists, instead of cool gadgets.

This newly developed capability caused a slight drift between her and Norman. She simply didn’t have enough time between fighting low life criminals college and her part time job.

She’d tried her hardest to see him as and when. However the last time they saw one another things seemed off.

She had gone round to meet Harry regarding a project for college, also hoping to see Norman too and share a kiss before she left.

As she walked into the house Harry was helping Norman up off the floor. He was drenched in sweat and looked a bit ill.

“Oh god, are you okay Norman” She asked rushing over to help him up alongside Harry.

His face looked perplexed like he was trying to remember something.

“No, no, I’m fine (Y/N).” He replied.

Her and Harry left the room after making sure he was okay. But when she came back the next day he seemed so bright and confident, so confident, like his ego had been dialled to 11.

“Norman? You look a lot better than yesterday”

“That’s because I’m a new man, sweetheart.”

“Right okay, whatever that means, you’re worrying me a bit are you sure you’re okay “

“Why wouldn’t I be okay. Now get over here before I tear your clothes off in the middle of the entrance hall for the neighbours to see.”

She felt her face flush, this was a completely different side to Norman.

“If I have to ask again you’re getting bent over my desk and spanked. I don’t like naughty girls.”

Blushing furiously but also confused she decided to play along.

“Perhaps I wish to be bent over your desk Mr Osborn” she whispered walking over to him and grabbing his tie.

“My, my, my, you are a naughty girl aren’t you.” He said in his gravely voice. Although something about his voice was different, huskier maybe?

“I’ve always been a trouble maker.”

“Get on your knees.” He instructed pushing her away from his chest with a bit of force.

Stunned, she hesitated for a second. They where in the entrance hall after all, Harry could walk in on them any moment now.

“I believe I said. On. Your.Knees” he sneered.

She complied.

He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. Taking his member out of his trousers he began working it, he was already half hard.

“Open your mouth.”

She complied.

He was soon hard, and by god she never got used to looking at how big he was.

“Take me” he said.

She complied.

Her eyes met his own as she took him in her hand, fisting his cock a few times before bringing her tongue to his tip. She applied some pressure to his tip, then gently wrapped her lips on it kissing it softly, nibbling at it.

“I said take me girl.” He moaned.

Without warning he’d grabbed a handful of her hair and thrusted himself in deeper. Before she knew it she was deepthroating his cock. Her eyes began to water as he forced himself down her throat.

Her gagging noises were drowned out by the moans and groans escaping Normans throat.

She was about to ask him to stop before he came in her mouth, with a final thrust and grip of her hair his cum dribbled down through her throat and as he took himself out cum dribbled down her mouth too.

He took his thumb and wiped away the remaining cum from her mouth before pulling away and smirking.

That was a side to Norman she didn’t know if she enjoyed or not. After that incident she drew away from him again.

She continued to fight criminals on the street and attend college, she hadn’t seen Norman in a couple of weeks and she began to miss him.

Life was pretty normal apart from that. However she had began to draw attention to herself. Peter Parker began snapping some photographs of her so she’d been all over the papers, labelled - spider woman.

The attention hadn’t really bothered her until one day whilst she was in mid confrontation with a few criminals she had seen a man dressed in green on a glider smash through the daily bugle office.

She made her way there immediately.

“Who takes the photos of spider woman.” The green figure was holding the editor by the throat.

Shit-Peter ! She wasn’t that good friends with him, she only really knew him from Harry but still!

She swung her way through the broken window and punched the green elf in the face. She then went to rescue the editor but before she could she was, to put it simply- kidnapped.

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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Famished [NSFW]

ao3 link! meant to post yesterday, sorry if it's bad!

99. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

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You’d woken up to an empty bed and an empty castle which wasn’t uncommon. Given the early hour, Alcina and the girls were probably out in the village. Despite it not being their favourite thing to do, they often had business to attend to in the village so they always stopped to get more supplies when they went down there. You hoped that they had noticed that you were low on food too and would restock your supply.

You found yourself sitting on the couch after wandering around the castle a bit. It was huge and you were only permitted to go so far around the castle without Alcina’s guidance so you wouldn’t get lost. You were just about to drift off to sleep again when your stomach grumbled so you sighed and pushed the blanket off of yourself to head to the kitchen.

You really didn’t have much left in the refrigerator or the pantry. And none of the options that you did have appealed to you so you settled on cheese and crackers with a cup of tea. You were always making tea and Alcina liked the way you made it so it was one of your jobs in the castle, making the Mistress’ tea. You didn’t hear the Mistresses of the castle return so Alcina’s voice made you jump.

“Y/N, are you in here?” Alcina asked as she pushed through the doors. Surprisingly, the kitchen doors were to a height where she didn’t have to bend down to enter the room. “Oh, you are in here. De-“ But you cut her off.

“You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” You said, a sly grin appearing on your face.

Alcina face blushed as she became a bit flustered. She quickly regained herself and cleared her throat. “My chambers. Now.” Alcina said sternly, a low growl in her voice.

“Yes, My Lady.” You replied as she walked out of the kitchen. You noticed that they had, in fact, stopped to restock your food supplies and smiled. “Thank goodness.” You murmured to yourself. You knew Alcina was probably waiting for you in her chambers, but you were really looking forward to your tea and wanted to put your food up before you went up there so that’s what you did.

As soon as you put finished putting your food up you grabbed your cup of tea and the extra one that you made for Alcina and made your way upstairs to her chambers. She wasn’t pleased with your late arrival.

“The word now does not mean take as long as you want, my dear.” Alcina said as she sat in front of her vanity.

You walked over to where she was sitting and placed the tea in front of her. “I know, but I thought you might like a cup of tea.” You kissed her cheek and sat in the seat on the side of her vanity to enjoy your tea. “Drink up, My Lady, I have plans for you.”

“It seems you do not see the severity of keeping me waiting, pet.” It was almost like she was trying to insult you by calling you pet, but it didn’t work, it just made you laugh a bit. “So you find it amusing? Perhaps I should punish you. I believe one of the rules I gave you when you first came here was to never keep me waiting, isn’t that right?” Alcina asked.

You nodded your head. “Yes, that is correct, My Lady. But, it was for a good reason.” You replied before taking a sip of your tea, hers hadn’t been touched. “I do believe that I told you to drink up, My Lady. I won’t have you complaining to me later this evening because you failed to replenish yourself.”

Alcina jaw tightened slightly, but she picked up the cup nonetheless and drank it all, some of the tea falling from the sides of her mouth. You got up after she put the teacup down and wiped the tea from her mouth with your thumb, sucking the liquid from your thumb.

“Come here.” You murmured as you guided Alcina’s face towards yours to kiss her. “I meant what I said when you entered the kitchen. Now strip, I’m famished.” You said as you pulled away from her and headed towards the closet. You arrived back in the room and found Alcina sitting on the bed waiting for you. You walked over to her and kissed her nose. “You’re such a good girl for me, Alci.”

Alcina growled at you. “Don’t test me, Y/N, I will punish you right now and make you starve.” Alcina threatened.

You laughed as you straddled her. “Dear, if you punished me now then wouldn’t it affect you as well? And you want to be rewarded too, right?” You asked as you stroked her cheek.

She glared at you. “What does and doesn’t affect is not a concern of yours when a punishment is involved.” Alcina replied.

“Hmm. You’re not really in the position to issue out a punishment right now, but I am.” You kissed her neck before licking and biting down slightly causing Alcina to moan. “Shh, Alci, no sounds, the girls might hear you.” She kissed your shoulder. You stood up and motioned for her to scoot back on the bed. You got on top of the bed and gave Alcina one more kiss on her lips before kissing down her neck and making your way to her breasts.

“Y/N,” Alcina voice was low. “Please don’t tease.” It was a warning.”

You sat up, your hands on the bed. “Alci, you’re not very good at letting me take charge.” You said.

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry. Continue.” Alcina apologised.

You cleared your throat and leaned down to kiss her stomach, making your way downwards. You quickly crawled. “Open your mouth, Alci, and do not bite me.” You said as you put your fingers in Alcina’s open mouth. “Please get them all nice and wet, My Lady.” You requested as you held eye contact with Alcina. Once you were satisfied you took them out of her mouth and made your back downwards to settle yourself in between her thighs. You kissed her thighs as you slowly pushed your fingers inside of her causing her to groan. “Good girl, Alci.” You murmured to yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N." Alcina groaned as you attached your mouth to her clit causing her to arch her back.

She let out another groaned when you pulled your fingers out here. Your lips travelled up her body until you were face to face with her. "Suck, Alci." You ordered as you put your fingers in her mouth. When she was done cleaning them you pressed your lips to hers so you could taste her. "You taste delicious, My Lady." You murmured against her lips before pulling away.

Alcina grabbed your arms before you could get away from her, flipping the two of you over. "I told you not to tease me, Y/N," She growled at you and you smirked. She stood up from the bed. "Stay. I'm tired of your games." You pouted a bit but obeyed. When she came back she had two pairs of handcuffs in her hand and she cuffed you to the top two bedposts. "Is that too tight, draga mea?" You shook your head. "Good. Now, you said you were famished so I'm going to feed you." Alcina grinned at you before she straddled your face. "Be good for mommy and eat."

You tried tugging your arms so you could hold her hips but it was no use especially when Alcina intertwined her fingers with yours as you ate her out. You licked at her folds, making them as slow as possible until she started grinding on your face. You whimpered into her before sticking your inside her, plunging it in and out of her as she gently bounced on your face. She let out a small moan when you pulled your tongue out to go back to licking and sucking on her clit, her hips rolling over you as she spread her fluid over our face. You could barely breathe as you ate her out, but you didn't mind it, you just wanted to make her feel good.

You heard her soft gasps and moans become more frequent as she rode your face. You internally smirked as you realised she was keeping her noises quiet so her daughters wouldn't hear her like you told her. You knew she was getting close to orgasm as her grip on your hands tightened and you licked at her faster, your jaw was starting to hurt, but you pushed through as you felt her hips jerk against your face. The moan she let out was a little bit louder than her other ones and you continued to work your mouth against her as she rode out her orgasm.

"Did I do good, mommy?" You asked as she undid the cuffs. Alcina nodded, too tired to form any words. You smiled as you pressed a kiss to the corner of her face, your face sticky from her orgasm. You went into the bathroom to wash your face off, snuggling into Alcina's side when you finished up. Your stomach growled when you let out a small sigh and you flushed a bit.

Alcina chuckled and kept you against her when you moved to get up. "Rest. I'll ring a maid to bring you something to eat." She pressed a kiss to your forehead causing the smile on your face to grow even more.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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acourtofsnakes · 3 years

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A Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader (f)

(Gif: @sebastianruinedme )

Summary: After a stressful week, you try to wind down with some personal time but nothing quite hits that spot. And a certain Super Soldier may just be more than willing to help you.

Warnings: 18+ Smut - Masturbation/toys, Oral (f receiving), fingering, neck play, arm/hand kink, dirty talk, a faint Dom theme if you squint, swearing – honestly, Bucky should just be a kink in himself.

Word count: 5k+ words full of hot playtime.

A/N: This is just filth, to be honest. I was feeling a certain way after watching episode 3 of TFATWS and seeing that scene with Bucky cleaning his hand and… ideas happened, and this was born. There’s not really a plot… simply enjoy.

Smut under the cut!!

Permanent Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44 @mamacitapascal

Part 2

There was something to be said about the advancement of toys in recent years.

There were hundreds of them. All different types. For all different things.

Rabbits, waterproof vibrators, pulsating and pounding ones, ones that felt like oral, handsfree vibrators, remote control vibrators – the list went on.

You had a lot. Tucked in a drawer of your dresser in a pretty box that just made you go all tingly in the knees every time you saw it.

You were proud of your collection.

And boy, did you love them.

They never let you down, ever.

But unfortunately, tonight was just not one of those nights.

It has been a tough week.

Not only had you taken a beating in training yesterday, but you were also late for an appointment across the city, which resulted in being yelled at by Fury.

You really regretted decided to help him when he needed it.

There wasn’t a lot going on lately, so you offered to help Fury when he needed it.

Usually, you were on his food side.

Yesterday, not so much.

Everything seemed out to get you, and after the shit show of the week, you just wanted to treat yourself. So, you’d holed yourself up in your room on your floor of the compound, had a long, luxurious soak in the bath, and then decided to work out your anxiety and tension with one of your many, many friends.

And for the first time in a while, they just weren’t hitting that spot.

Literally.

You groaned, throwing the third toy - this one a rabbit that was one of your most trusty companions - on the side of your bed.

For the last forty minutes, you’d been dancing between three different toys and your fingers.

You’d tried being on your belly, your side, and your back. You’d even tried a pillow.

But nothing was the right pressure on your clit, no toy or finger felt deep enough inside, and you couldn’t hit that spot inside without getting a wicked cramp in your wrist that forced you to stop.

You sat up, every nerve in your body wound to a knife edge, leaving you frustrated and tempted to throttle someone.

Or get someone to throttle you.

Preferably whilst pinning you to a wall... or a desk.

Or anywhere really.

You just needed something, anything to get out this frustration and give you the release you’d been desperately chasing all night.

It wasn’t even a case of hovering on the edge - you couldn’t even get there. The fire and heat just stayed a kindling ember in your belly, and never reaching that explosive fire.

After getting up and downing a measure of whiskey whilst watching the rain, you decided to try a last-ditch attempt with a different toy.

This one was a curved vibrator, with a thicker rounder head for supposedly perfect pressure on your g-spot.

Simple, straight forward.

Surely, if none of the others had done it, this one finally would.

After settling back on your bed, you took a little more care this time, even going as far to light a few candles to add an ambiance to the room rather than have it pitch black with the sounds of the rain.

You worked yourself up this time, building it slowly, teasing yourself with brushes of your fingertips over your throat and breasts, setting your skin ablaze.

You pushed yourself to the edge a little, and then worked over with your vibrator.

Until ten minutes later, when you literally launched the vibrator across the room and it hit the wall with a resounding thud, that echoed your hiss of frustration. “Fucking hell.”

A shit week, a shit day, and you couldn’t even fuck yourself well enough to be able to wind down and get some sleep.

There was a sudden knock and then Bucky’s voice echoed through your bedroom door. “Darlin’?” There was a slight hint of his Brooklyn accent peeping through at the end, stirring something within you.

You startled, sitting bolt upright and your head snapped to the door, “Bucky?” You had the good sense to lock the door, but still. He was right there.

His shadow moved beneath the door, and you realised he was leaning against it, “Is everything alright? I heard banging.”

Well, no not really. I’ve been trying to get myself off for the last hour and nothing appears to be working and I’m sitting here naked whilst you’re the other side of my door calling me Darling in that ridiculously hot accent that shouldn’t even be that hot. But hey, apart from that, everything’s great.

You slid off the bed, padding across the room after dropping your toys back in their drawer, glaring at it as you passed. You slipped a robe on before making your way across the fluffy rug to the door, “Yeah, I’m okay...” You unlocked the door, tugging it open.

Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, all broad shoulders, long lines and soft smile.

His searing blue eyes were instantly locked onto you, a smirk playing on those gorgeous lips.

He cocked his head, standing there with his arms crossed, and you noticed that for once, he wasn’t wearing any gloves. Just a simple long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans that hung sinfully close to his hips and... no boots. Just socks.

Like he’d taken his shoes off before waking into your apartment.

Ever the gentleman.

His arm was bare, the soft light of the hall bouncing off of the black vibranium and sparking the gold. You’d always loved his arm. The sheer power of it, the way you’d seen it shatter a man’s ribs instantly and tear through a brick wall like it was made of glass. The same hand that tickled behind the ears of a stray kitten in Prospect Park and test the ripeness of plums at the market.

You wanted that hand around your throat.

Eyes the colour of the Arctic sea roamed over your body, from your slightly mussed up hair to the flush along your neck that disappeared in the dip of your dressing gown. “Mm... are you sure about that?” He tilted his coyly, a smirk playing on his lips and you had a feeling this expression had been one of the trademarks since the 40’s.

You narrowed your eyes at him, more than aware that he was seeing far more than you wanted him to, “I’m fine.” You turned from the door, leaving it open for him to come in, “How comes you’re up on my floor, anyway?” You peered over your shoulder at him as you padded across the room to the drinks cart.

Yes, there was a bar on your floor, but why couldn’t you have a cart in your room? Tony hadn’t even needed to ask when designing it.

Bucky walked in, his footfalls silent like a cat, that training never quite leaving him, “I couldn’t sleep. No nightmares, just restless.” He added the last part quickly, in response to the concern that tightened your expression.

It was nothing unusual, Bucky coming up here to your room.

You often found each other after nightmares or rough days, seeking comfort and distraction from the darkness that lingered.

Some days and nights, you went out, needing an outside diversion from the thoughts.

Other times, you stayed in, watching films, talking, training or just... sitting quietly, knowing that the other persons presence was enough protection and reassurance. Words weren’t needed… just company.

You handed him a drink, plopping down on the end of your bed and you watched him sink into the couch opposite, “Anything you wanna talk about?”

Since everything with the War, Bucky was working on fitting back into a routine, into ‘normal’ life - or what could be considered normal for people like yourselves.

He was undergoing his mandatory therapy sessions, and they seemed to be helping him.

He was back in contact with Sam, and the pair even worked a few jobs together now and then, even if they did bicker like an old married couple - it provided great entertainment when you tagged along.

He leant back on the couch, settling his left arm across the back. He always looked at home on your floor, relaxed, like his mind could shut off a little. “Nah, I’m okay... Thank you though.” He shot you an easy smile again, one that he probably hadn’t used in.... decades. “What about you? Why are you up so late?”

Mimicking his shrug, you kept your expression neutral, making sure your eyes didn’t drift to that certain drawer, “Rough week. I was reading to try and drift off.”

“Mmmhm...” Bucky’s hummed response told you instantly that he did not believe you one bit. “What were you reading? Cosmopolitan’s best guide to toys?” That shit eating grin graced his face and he motioned gracefully with his left hand... to the corner of the room.

The vibrator you’d launched was sitting on the floor, nestled in the rug, the soft mint green silicone practically a beacon.

Okay.

Okay…. So. There were two ways you could respond to this.

Either play it off, deny it and change the subject.

Or…

Turning back to him, you shrugged again, “Oh, I’ve read that back to front. And made a few additions myself.” You cocked your head, a faint flutter in your belly as you awaited his response.

The barest flicker of surprise danced across his beautiful, rugged features before dissolving into something confident and smouldering. “Well, it looks to me like their guide isn’t true to review tonight. Something tells me you’re having a little bit of trouble.” His voice had begun to lower into a deeper, the natural roughness of his voice coming out.

It stoked that fire within you, warming your blood and curling low in your belly.

“And if I was? What would you suggest to help?” It was almost impossible to remain sitting still as the atmosphere folded and changed. There was one obvious route to your back and forth… and you wanted it.

Wanted… him.

And if you were honest, you had for a long time now. There was just something about him that you’d always been drawn to, a simmering tension that settled whenever you were together.

Bucky rose from the sofa in a fluid movement, walking toward you slowly, casually, but with the grace and prowl of a wolf eyeing up its next meal – you.

And fuck, you wanted him to devour you.

He slid his hands into his pockets, feet silent on your wooden floor, “Well… I would say that as wonderful as your toys may be… they’re just that. Toys. They can’t… feel what you like.” His eyes burned through you with each of his steps. “They don’t hear the noises you make when they hit the right spot. They don’t get to see the way your body reacts, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip because it feels overwhelmingly good.”

He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and that only added to the growing wetness between your thighs as his filthy, beautiful words.

Bucky stopped in front of you, removing his left hand and touching his fingers to your chin to tilt it up to face him, “They can’t know the little things… the deeper angle, that extra finger or sweep of the tongue… they can’t make you so wet that it runs down your thighs and they can’t make you arch off the bed as you shatter into starlight…” He sighed softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “I’m afraid they just… can’t make you come the way a real person could.” He applied a little pressure to the underside of your chin, and you rose to your – unsteady - feet instantly, putty in his hands.

Holy fuck, Bucky Barnes had a mouth on him.

Your teeth had indeed sunk into your lower lip, and your breathing had grown shallow. It was an effort to keep your thighs firmly locked together… Because you were just as wet as he had said.

The dark flame in his eyes told you that he knew the reaction you were having to him. He brushed a cool thumb over your lip, then tugged it gently to free it from your teeth and at the same time, he leant his head down to your level, “They can’t make you come like I can, darlin’.” This close, his warm lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice reduced to a husky rasp that only further drew out that Brooklyn accent.

The soft moan that left your lips was almost pitiful, but you didn’t care, “Shit.”

You breathed the word, earning a deep chuckle in your ear before Bucky pulled back, only enough to see your face, “You want me to help you? Give you a helping hand?” His words were low and seductive, but he was looking between your eyes, making no more moves until he knew you wanted this.

If you changed your mind, he would leave right now, and say no more about it.

That very thought pained you.

Something had always hovered between you both… and maybe now was the time to let it out. You shared a few kisses on nights out and he had featured heavily in your fantasies night after night, wishing your fingers were his, the toys were him….

You met his eyes, your own clear and sure and you kept that gaze as you parted your lips. Then swept your tongue along his thumb and tilted your head down just enough to take it between your lips. The vibranium was smooth, cold and it felt oddly delightful on your tongue. “Make me come, Bucky. Prove to me you’re better than the toys.” Your voice was low with need, a soft pleading note for him there as you gazed up through your eyelashes.

The Arctic blue of his eyes deepened to near midnight, his pupils blowing out as he watched you talk around his thumb, your tongue sweeping over the metal and he almost purred, “Oh, baby, you won’t need toys when I’m done.” And then he was on you.

He gently pulled his hand from your face, instead placing it lightly around your neck, the heavy metal settling on your collarbones and that alone drenched you.

He looked between your eyes, checking one final time and then his mouth was lowering onto yours, his lips warm, plush and ever so inviting. Instantly, he licked a teasing line along your lips, which you would have parted for him without the request.

Bucky’s tongue slipped past your lips, sweeping against yours in hot strokes as he explored every corner of your mouth.

He tasted divine, and even more so when his thumb lightly tipped your chin back and he traced the tip of his tongue along the roof of your mouth, licking over the ridges and showing you exactly what that tongue could do.

A groan left your lips, and you slid your hands up his arms to those shoulders, those gorgeous broad shoulders that all you wanted to do was dig your nails into them and use for support as you rode him.

A deep curl of delight and joy was unfurling within the heat in your belly, because you needed this, needed more of him and his hands and his tongue and his words… and you were finally getting it

Hell, he had only just started kissing you and you already could have fallen apart just from that.

“Why have we not been doing this all the time?” Was the only thought that your already fuzzy mind could come up with as he pulled away slowly from your lips, only to begin pressing hot, open kisses against your jaw that were all teeth and tongue. He seared a path to your neck, kissing all over until he found that particular spot that made you whimper and arch into his body.

Bucky laughed low against your neck, the sound vibrating, “Oh, baby, you were struggling, weren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already a mess…” He used his hand on your throat to tilt your head to the side, before biting at your skin, sweeping his tongue over the hot and sucking a deep mark there.

A slight whine rippled in your throat, fingers pulling as his shirt and your chest pushed against his, the firm heat of him making your nipples tighten, especially when he pushed into you.

Bucky slipped a hand between your bodies, tugging at the cord of your dressing gown and it slipped from your shoulders, leaving you bare and open to him.

He licked down your neck, his tongue smoothing over the shape of your collarbones and then down your sternum to your breasts. He butterfly kissed the soft flesh, then almost delicately sucked at your rleft nipple, lifting his vibranium hand to squeeze the other, “So beautiful…” He mumbled it half to himself, his dark mussed up curls soft against your skin.

One of your hands trailed up the back of his neck, slightly tangling in the hair at the base of his head and you pushed your chest further into his mouth, “Tease.” The word was a soft gasp, your eyes closing in pleasure and your lips parting.

He chuckled, pulling back to blow a cool breath on the wet skin, watching your nipple harden and then he moved to give the other the same treatment, “Oh, I’m a tease, am I? I can stop if you like.” He grinned around the delicate skin, just slightly grazing his teeth as he tugged your nipple and then he continued his trail of kisses down your body, slowly sinking to his knees. “I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop though, darlin’.” His right hand grasped your ankle, and then he ghosted warm fingertips up your leg, past your knee and then pausing at your inner thigh, at what he felt there, “No. No I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop at all.”

The cocky bastard grinned once more against your stomach, before dipping his tongue inside your belly button.

“Bucky…” You couldn’t hide the whimper in your voice, nor the way your hips rocked forward in a plea. It was almost painful how much you needed him to touch you, needed to feel his lips and his tongue.

“Shhh, baby, I know.” His hands slipped up your waist, as soothing as his gentle coo against your belly button and then he brushed his lips lower and lower… and then finally, he pressed a soft butterfly kiss to your pubic bone.

A low groan tore from his throat, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he saw you, swollen and positively dripping for him, “Oh, darlin’, look at you…”

The sheer desire and awe in his low voice caused heat to flush along your cheekbones. You weren’t shy by any means, but the almost primal admiration in his voice was something you’d never heard before, the pure want and desire to make you feel good and worship you.

Bucky admired the sight before him for a single moment, before lifting his eyes to yours and then he dove in, immediately devouring you like he was starving. His deft tongue slipped through your slick folds with ease, and he moaned again at your taste, at your smell, everything.

He pressed his tongue flat against you before sucking at your clit, with such an intensity that you almost choked. It was a simple movement, but it shot electricity through your body and made every single nerve stand on end.

He let that coil of energy begin to build, and then he licked back down, his hands sliding down to palm at your ass cheeks before digging his fingers into your skin, pulling you in further so he could bury his nose against your clit and his tongue – fuck, his tongue pushed inside of you, hot and heavy. It just felt so, so good, his nose putting pressure on your bundle of nerves, his tongue pumping inside you.

Your hands flew down to his hair, winding through it to keep him there, keep him doing that, to keep him fucking you with his tongue, “Buck-”. You weren’t sure what you were begging him for, only that you just needed to say his name, needed to do something.

Your hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, and you became aware of it only when Bucky’s muffled moan reverberating through you.

He liked it, no... he loved this, that you were grinding against his face as his tongue worked inside you, tasting parts of you no one else had ever gotten right before.

“Fuck, Bucky, keep doing that – I’m-” You cut off with a high moan, your head tilting back as you rocked into him faster, chasing down that high that was so tantalisingly close. It hadn’t taken long, you were so worked up from your failed attempts that you were already there.

Bucky’s began to lick and suck you with new fervour, his head moving in time with the jerks of his hips, feeling the way your walls were tightening around his tongue. His fingers dug harder into your ass, and you felt the silent command almost, Come.

And you did.

You cried his name out to the sky, every nerve in your body winding to near painful tautness before you shattered on his face, your first orgasm ripping through you.

Bucky didn’t stop, working you through it and drawing it out further and further as he lapped up every single drop you gave him, moaning himself like it was the most tantalising thing he had ever tasted.

He stopped only when your grip released on his hair, the sensitivity of your nerves almost painful, your legs shaking like crazy and he lifted his hand from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening. He rose from his knees, nudging you back onto the bed and instantly crawling up your body, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

You whimpered slightly, catching your breath as you watched him crawl up you, eyes burning like sapphire fire, his tongue licking slowly over his lips as he savoured you. Words were beyond you, desire still coursing through your veins and you were a little in awe at how quickly – and hard – he had brought you to your first orgasm.

Bucky grinned devilishly, “That won’t be your last.” He lowered his mouth back to yours and as you tasted yourself on him, you grew instantly wet for him again.

His body brushed into yours and you felt how painfully hard he was through his jeans, the sounds and taste of you getting to him of course.

Your fingers had barely brushed against his restrained length when he shook his head, nipping at your lower lip, “Oh no, baby, this is all about you.”

You ignored him, palming him through his jeans and he moaned lowly before his eyes flashed, his hand suddenly back on your throat and he moved his hips away so you couldn’t get to him. “I said no.” It was almost a snarl, “This is about you. Not me.” His hand tightened just slightly around your throat, making it that little bit harder to breathe and your eyes rolled back at how delicious it felt.

It was a huge kink for you, the idea of someone – of Bucky - taking control, being in control of your body even it was just for a little while. You didn’t need to think or do anything. Only feel and be at the mercy of his touch.

You relented, legs falling open for him and you tilted your head back, searching for his lips.

Bucky granted you the kiss, a slow, languid kiss at first that was all simmering passion and tangling tongues, the taste on you still lingering on his lips.

He palmed your breast again, tugging and squeezing the flesh until he scratched his nails lightly down your ribcage and belly.

Yes, yes-

He wasted no time, no more playing and his fingers slipped lower, circling over your clit with a delicious pressure that had you instantly moaning into his mouth.

He toyed with your clit a little more, before gathering your wetness and then sinking two fingers inside you, pushing all the way into his knuckles, then drawing back out slowly.

As he withdrew, you moaned long and slow into his mouth and he began a steady rhythm. Pushing and curling his fingers inside you a few steps, then circling and pulling at your clit, ever so subtly switching it up with each pass so you couldn’t predict what he would do.

It felt amazing, but… there was something still missing. It still wasn’t quite enough to send you over that final edge… it wasn’t what you’d been fantasising about.

No, it was his left hand. That dark, golden vibranium hand that was currently seated around your throat.

The knowledge of what it could do, the sheer power in it that could easily crush your windpipe or shatter your jaw with a single flick of his wrist.

That is what you needed.

Those cool, powerful fingers inside you, working you over – that was the best toy.

It was like he could read your mind somehow, or the way your body sung to his tune. He lifted his head, looking down at you with those searing blues and he cocked his head, a slow grin lighting his gorgeous face, “Oh… This-” he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching your walls and ever so slightly brushing up against that spot, “isn’t quite what you want, is it, darlin’?”

Holy Christ, he was going to destroy you before you even got what you wanted.

You looked up at him, panting, hips rocking to the slower thrust of his fingers and you shook your head.

Bucky swore softly, panting himself and he squeezed your throat once before lifting his fingers, “You want these, don’t you?”

Instead of answering him, you ducked your head, taking his three fingers into your mouth and immediately gliding your tongue around them, up and down in slow, dirty strokes.

The effect was instantaneous. Bucky’s hips jerked slightly against yours, his mouth parting as he watched you suck his vibranium fingers, hollowing your cheeks, eyes rolling back in your head like… like it was something else entirely.

He groaned, swore again and then almost ripped his fingers from your mouth and from between your legs at the same time.

Your entire body mourned the loss, feeling empty, clenching around nothing but mere seconds later, he plunged those three vibranium fingers inside of you, slick with your saliva and how unbelievably wet you were.

It stung a little, but only added to the feeling as your hips rose off the bed, “Shit, shit-”

They felt… like the best toy you could ever imagine. Smooth, cold, and hard enough that you could feel every faint ridge of the joints as he slid them in and out. You reached out, grabbing his arm with one hand and the bed with the other, needing something to hold onto as instinct took over. Your hips rode upwards, back arching as you rocked his fingers in deeper, feeling them in your spine almost. It was better than you could have imagined.

Bucky dropped his head to your chest, spreading his mouth over your breast and his other arm slid over your hips, pinning them to the bed so you were forced to take it. “You wanted this, baby… You take it.” He bit down on the soft flesh of your breast before smoothing his tongue over it again, working an alternative rhythm to his fingers and thumb again, so that your brain couldn’t keep up with which one to follow. It knew only the waves of fire singing through your veins.

Time may have very well dissolved, because you could only feel pleasure, tinged almost with pain.

The thick, hard stroking of fingers as they stretched and wrecked you.

The circling, hard-soft-hard pressure of his thumb on your clit.

The bite of his teeth on your breasts, neck and chest, followed by the wet press of his tongue.

The way he couldn’t help his hips slightly rocking against your leg.

This was almost like a fever dream, expect your brain couldn’t have come up with something this mind melting. Not even if you were really, really worked up.

The noises in the room were absolutely sinful. The unrestrained cries and moans from your lips, Bucky’s groans and his filthy words, the wet pump of his fingers inside you – it was obscene, filthy and completely, painfully mind-blowing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bucky, please-” You had no idea what you were begging for, but every single nerve and muscle in your body was coiling tighter and tighter, your hips jerking against his arm as he pinned you down, forcing you to take this, to feel everything he was doing with no relenting. Tears were beginning to blur your eyes and the pleasure he unleashed upon you was almost painful.

Bucky somehow moved his fingers harder, deeper, the ability of the tech in his arm allowing him to do so, “Let go, baby, come on, let it go for me..” He dropped his head, biting down on your neck and he pressed his fingers against that spot inside you, flicking your clit with his thumb and then it all just snapped.

Waves and waves of hot fire flooded your body, dragging you up to the stars, further. It ripped the air from your lungs, made you half scream his name in a never-ending prayer.

It just didn’t stop.

Bucky kept moving inside you, drawing out every single second of your mind-shattering orgasm, letting go of your hips so you could grind them into his hand. “That’s it, baby… Look at you, so beautiful like that…” His praise spurred you on, making you feel almost like a goddess as you flooded his hand.

He stopped only when you slumped back onto the bed, sucking in deep breaths as you tried to piece yourself back together.

Better than toys indeed.

A little while later, you stirred from a light dose to see Bucky lounging on your couch again, cleaning the grooves and metal of his fingers with a soft cloth.

The sight of him concentrating, taking such care and detail with the clean-up, the cleanup from the mess you had made, had you instantly wet again. “Bucky.”

He looked up, hearing the low thrum to your voice and a smirk crossed his lips.

You had a favour to repay for his helping hand, after all.

#well #that happened #i am not sorry #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #arm kink

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mayansmcsblog · 3 years

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Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday.

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him.

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because”

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared.

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy.

Of course you had someone else.

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Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there.

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you

“Y/n?”

“Yeah”

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

“yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

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You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here.

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

---

Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

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Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said”

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual.

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head.

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong.

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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andvys · 3 years

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Bad idea / part 2

warnings: angst, slut shaming

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

The obnoxious sound of your alarm clock pulled you out of your deep sleep, startling you as the ringing echoed through the whole room, opening your eyes, you closed them right away when you realized how light the room was.

Groaning in annoyance, you reached over to the nightstand, turning off the alarm, knocking off a water bottle in the process.

“shit..” you mumbled, as you regretted drinking so much the night before.

You were about to sit up when you heard a quiet mumble coming from next to you, along with the sound of rustling from the bed sheets.

Opening your eyes, you liked to your right, to find someone sitting up.

More specifically, Ellie sitting up.

‘oh my god.’

You closed your eyes again, cursing at yourself, you forgot that you brought her back home last night.

You could remember it only vividly but enough to know what the two of you did last night.

Even if you didn't remember, the lack of clothes under your blanket would be enough for you to realize what happened last night.

‘this is so awkward.’

Sitting up, you hold the blanket tightly to your chest as you watch her put her clothes on, hastily.

“morning.” you mumbled, cringing at the way your voice sounds in the morning.

“morning.” Ellie muttered, not even looking at you as she bend down to put her shoes on, mumbling something under hear breath.

“umm, do you wanna talk about what happened?” you asked her, looking up at her, noting her disheveled hair.

Her eyes snapped to you, looking at you with a cold stare, unlike the night before she gave you a very uncomfortable feeling.

“what's there to talk about?” she exclaimed “we fucked that's it.” she snapped at you before she grabbed her jacket.

‘ouch.’

It hurt you more than you wanted to admit, you thought she was interested in you.

You just met yesterday but still, she didn't show any signs of only wanting to have sex with you and then leave it at that, she was being nice, warm and welcoming.

You didn't plan on having sex with her but it just happened, you were drunk and you were attracted to her and you thought she was attracted to you too.

So that what it was to her, just a one night stand and now she was being rude about it too?

‘what a bitch.’

“so uh- that’s what you do?” you asked her, you were hurt but you were also getting angry at the way she glared at you.

“what?”

“act nice and interested?” you asked, tilting your head at her. “that's what you have to do to get someone to fuck you?”

She scoffed “I fucked you, not the other way around, now if you’ll excuse me I have more important things to do then talk to you.” she muttered, leaving but not before she sent one more glare your way.

Shaking your head, you scoffed at her behaviour.

How could someone be so nice and cool and then act like a complete bitch the next day?

You decided not to spend any more time thinking about her, she wasn't worth it.

Instead you got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower before your first shift for patrol.

Ellie left your house, closing the door, she leaned against it and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

‘fuck me.’

She was so mad at herself for sleeping with you, not because she regretted it but because of Jesse.

She had the impression that he has a crush on you, after everything that happened with Dina, she wished that he would find someone he was interested in enough to want to date them.

She has seen the way he looked at you back at the cafe and at the bonfire and she just went ahead and slept with the girl he probably liked.

Of course her and her best friend would end up liking the same girl, what a joke.

Pushing herself off the door, she started walking away, only to run into Jesse who seemed to be on his way towards your house.

Her eyes widened, panic settled in her chest.

“good morning, what are you doing outside so early?” Jesse asked, smiling at her as he stopped in front of her.

“h-hey.. I- uh just went to get some fresh air.” Ellie stuttered out, scratching the back of her neck.

He looked her up and down, raising his brows at her “in the same clothes as yesterday?” he chuckled.

She gulped nervously “yeah.”

“okay, well I gotta pick up y/n, it’s her first patrol day today.” he explained.

Of course he gets to spend time with you, she couldn't help but feel jealous, she told herself that she would step aside so he could be with you but it still angered her.

Ellie nodded, glad that Jesse didn't seem to pick up on her behavior or where she was coming from.

“have fun.” Ellie mumbled, bitter about this whole situation.

“you too.” Jesse said, before he walked away from her.

Ellie cursed at herself, hating herself for being so bitter and jealous about this whole thing.

“I know you wouldn't have to be a part of the patrol teams, you’ve been out there for so long, I know you can handle yourself.” Jesse said, walking next to you with his rifle in his hands as you came back from patrol.

You nodded, not really paying attention about what he was saying.

Ellie has been on your mind all morning, you didn't understand her, everything was fine the day before and now she turned into a completely different person.

“hey- are you listening?” Jesse asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as he stopped walking and turned around to look at you.

“oh uh sorry- I was.. I was thinking about something.” you muttered, looking at him, feeling bad for not listening to what he was saying.

“that’s fine.” he chuckled, eyeing you “you’re tired huh? had a long night?” he asked.

Blushing, you looked down, did he know? You really hoped he didn't, you wouldn't want to discuss your night with Ellie with him, especially after she was being so rude about it.

“uh I just couldn't sleep, that's all.” you mumbled before you kept on walking.

“you and Ellie had a lot of fun last night haven't you?” he asked, making you halt in your tracks.

“what?” you asked, your eyes widened, so he did know.

“at the bonfire.” he explained, furrowing his brows as he looked at you, trying to figure out why you looked so shocked “I saw you guys, laughing and joking around the whole night.”

“oh..” laughing nervously, you nodded “yeah.. she was nice.” you mumbled.

“I knew you guys would get along.” he said, smiling at you.

Nodding, you thought so too until she was being an asshole this morning.

“do you wanna get some coffee?” he asked.

‘where Ellie is? no thanks.’

“umm, I'm kinda tired, so I’m gonna head home.” you told him.

“alright, well, do you umm- do you wanna hang out sometime?” he asked, nervously.

“yeah, sure.” you shrugged, smiling at him.

“we can watch a movie or something.” he offered, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“yeah, how about tonight?” you asked.

“yes sure, tonight.” he smiled “tonight is perfect.” he grinned at you.

“okay.” you chuckled before you turned around, making your way back home.

You tried to think of something else but you couldn't help but let your thoughts drift off to Ellie, you wanted to talk to her, ask her if you did anything wrong or said something that upset her that night but you knew your stubbornness would prevent you from going up to her and talk to her, after the attitude she gave you that morning you couldn't just go talk to her as if nothing happened.

She obviously regretted sleeping with you, you didn't know why but she did.

There was just one thing you didn't understand.

She was the one who made the first move.

She was the one who kissed you first.

So what was her problem?

You thought you might forget about this whole thing but two weeks went by and the girl was still on your mind.

You haven't seen her around Jackson much, just like before you met her.

You knew she was at the cafe all day, while you were finally clear to go on patrol without being watched like a hawk.

The only person you constantly saw was Jesse, you knew he would be a good friend and it seemed like you were getting closer too but you couldn't help but think about her even if you only spent a day and one night together, she wouldn't leave your thoughts.

Today was especially tough, you almost got jumped by a clicker because your thoughts drifted off to Ellie again, if it wasn't for your quick reaction, you would've died today.

You don’t know what it was about her, you tried to convince yourself that she wasn't that special but you were only fooling yourself, you knew she was special the moment you walked into that cafe and made eye contact with her.

You couldn't forget the way she made you feel. At the bonfire she made you feel safe and calm, like nothing could hurt you. She was able to make you forget all your worries, even for just a short time but no one has ever made you feel so carefree like she did that night.

She gave you a taste of what it could be like if you were to have a chance with her and then she took it away again, just like that.

Knocking back your fourth drink of the night, you motioned for the bartender to poor you another.

After the past two weeks, you thought you deserved to treat yourself to some drinks, you were tense and frustrated and you wanted to loosen up, so you thought the bar was the perfect place for that.

“I think you should take it easy.” Jesse said, as he took a seat next to you.

“hello to you too.” you chuckled, as the bartender placed your drink in front of you.

“seriously, you have patrol tomorrow morning.” he said, frowning at you.

“ah, come on, I'll be fine.” you said, waving him off as you looked around the room before you looked back at him “you should drink something with me.”

He chuckled, thinking about your offer for a few seconds before he gave in, ordering himself a drink as well.

“so.. what happened with you and Ellie?” he asked, looking at you in curiosity.

“what do you mean?” you asked, acting like you didn't know what he was talking about.

“come on y/n, don’t play stupid with me.” he said, giving you an annoyed look, he has been trying to find out what happened between you two for more than a week now.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes before you explained to him how rude she was to you after the bonfire night but leaving out what happened at your house. You knew Ellie regretted having sex with you so you knew she would feel uncomfortable if anyone found out what happened between the two of you.

“so, she just turned into an asshole?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“basically.” you shrugged.

“that doesn't make any sense.” Jesse trailed off “you seemed to get along so well.”

You shrugged, you didn't understand either, taking a sip of your drink, you decided to change the subject, you wanted to forget about her not talk and make yourself think even more about her.

“hey, can I ask you something?” you asked.

“sure.”

“what happened with you and that girl?”

“Dina?” he asked.

Nodding, you watched as his expression turned into a sad one.

“we were on and off all the time and then she found someone else.” he shrugged as he took a sip of his beer.

“oh..” you mumbled, that must've hurt, you couldn't even imagine what it’s like to watch someone you love fall for someone else. “I'm sorry about that.”

“it’s fine, I'll get over it.” he shrugged, trying to act tough when you know he's hurting inside.

“well, let’s get drunk and forget about everything.” you offered, grinning at him.

He was about to decline your offer but then he saw Dina walking in with her new boyfriend and changed his mind “fuck it.”

“you turned around to see what had changed his mind to find the pretty girl from the bonfire hand in hand with some guy you haven't seen before but she wasn't the only one who catched your eye.

Ellie was here too, sitting at a table with Joel and Tommy, her arms were crossed over her chest and she didn't exactly look like she had a great time, turning her head she catched you staring at her.

‘shit.’

You wanted to look away but you couldn't, not when she looked this good.

You expected her to roll her eyes at you before turning away but she didn't, instead she stared right back at you.

Her expression was unreadable, there was more than one emotion written on her face.

“if I didn't know any better, I'd say you are eye fucking each other.” Jesse said, pulling out of your thoughts as your eyes widened at his words, turning around to face him you noted the smirk on his face.

“oh my- shut up.” you mumbled in embarrassment.

“don’t think I haven't caught on to what happened.” he said, still smirking.

Of course he knew what happened, he wasn't stupid, he saw you and Ellie leaving the party together and he saw her the next morning, still in the same clothes as the night before. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.

“ugh, whatever.” you mumbled “clearly she isn't interested.”

He chuckled, looking over your shoulder “are you sure about that? Because she won't stop looking your way.” he laughed.

“more like glaring, probably.” you said, rolling your eyes “can we talk about something else please?”

“yeah.” he chuckled, offering you your next drink that you gladly accepted.

Ellie was mad at herself and at you.

She couldn't help but stare at you all night, how could you just sit there and act like nothing happened between the two of you.

Of course you would run straight into Jesse’s arms after what happened.

She knew it was partly her fault, she avoided you but it still hurt to see you with him now.

She was angry and bitter about this whole situation.

“Ellie- you listenin’ kiddo?” Joel asked, waving his hand in front of her face snapping her out of her thoughts as she was sending glares your’s and Jesse’s way.

Hating how you were laughing at something Jesse said when you almost fell into him, trying to get off the barstool, making her feel angry at the way you were being too touchy with him.

“what?” she asked, looking back at Joel.

“I asked if you're okay.” he explained, turning around to see what she was looking at.

“yeah, I’m gonna go now.” she mumbled, getting up.

“you sure you’re okay?” Joel asked, looking at her in concern.

“I’m good, Joel.” she promised, giving him a small smile.

“alright.” he said.

“bye guys.” she muttered, giving one last look to Tommy and Joel before leaving the bar.

Stepping outside, she leaned against the wall, enjoying the fresh air and the silence of the night, watching as the snow was falling softly.

Winter in Jackson was beautiful but Ellie couldn't help but hate the coldness of it.

The door slammed open, startling her as she pushed herself off the wall to see who it was only to find you stepping out, slurring out some words as you were trying to put your jacket on almost slipping on the icy stairs if it wasn't for Ellie reacting quickly enough, catching you before you could hit the ground.

“oh- fuck..” you mumbled as you latched on to her arm trying to keep yourself steady. “I'm sorry.” you muttered when you saw who it was.

She glared at you as she let go of you, rolling her eyes at you “you’re welcome.” she muttered before turning around to leave.

You stared at her before you decided to follow her, you wouldn't let her walk away without giving you an explanation as to why she was treating you like shit.

“hey!” you called out, trying to keep up with her. “wait! Ellie!”

“what?” she exclaimed turning around suddenly causing you to almost bump in to her.

“wh-why are you being such an asshole?” you asked, staring at her, you noticed how red her cheeks were from the cold, her icy stare almost matched the cold weather “you sleep with me and then you treat me like shit?” you added.

She looked into your eyes, glaring before she looked up, taking a deep breath.

“just go home, y/n.” she mumbled, trying to stay calm. Seeing you with Jesse tonight made her feel angrier than she wanted to admit, she was jealous and talking to you while she was feeling this way wouldn't end well. She had a few drinks that night and she knew she would say something she doesn't mean and would later on regret it.

“n-no, not before you tell me what I did wrong.” you said, raising your brows at her as you waited for an explanation.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” Ellie grumbled before she turned around to leave again.

Scoffing, you grabbed her arm and turned her back before she could go.

“don’t touch me, y/n!” she said angrily, struggling against her anger as she looked at you.

Putting your hands up in surrender, you looked at her wide eyed, not expecting her to get angry at you like that.

You heard the door of the bar being opened, laughter filled the silent streets outside as a group of guys stepped out on the porch to smoke.

You turned your head to look at them, finding them staring at you two already, great, you had an audience now.

“just stay away from me.” she said, not even feeling bad at the way your gaze saddened at her words instead she turned even angrier when she thought back to how you were being affectioned and touchy with Jesse.

“okay but.. can you at least tell me why?”

She scoffed, already regretting her words before she even voiced them “because you’re a fucking slut.” she cursed at you.

Taken aback by her words, you stared at her as you took a step back, your furrowed expression turned into a hurt one.

You could her someone gasp in the back along with whispers.

“we fuck and then the next day you’re already running straight into Jesse’s arms, fucking him too I bet.” she scoffed. “because that’s what sluts do.”

You began to breathe heavily, your vision blurred as angry tears began to fill your eyes, anger rushed through you as she continued throwing more insults at you, you raised your hand, wanting to slap her for degrading you this way but she catched your hand by your wrist, holding it tightly, she looked at you wide eyed before fury took over once again.

“do that again I dare you.” she threatened before she dropped your hand “stay the hell away from me.” she snapped at you before turning around to leave.

You grasped your wrist with your other hand, looking after her as she left, you couldn't believe her, you couldn't believe this was the same person you met two weeks ago.

You turned to look at the guys standing on the porch, embarrassed about having someone witnessed that. You expected them to look amused but instead they gave you a pitiful look before they went back inside again.

You looked at the ground and scoffed, a tear ran down your face as you thought about her words.

Shock and hurt filled you.

Shaking your head you turned around to leave.

That’s it, you thought she might give you a chance but instead she made her hatred and disgust very clear to you.

One thing was for sure, anything you thought could happen between the two of you disappeared in the matter of a few minutes.

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