#or something bad went down between them and van pushed her away

[poorlittlegreenie13]

You’re telling me Taissa was worried enough about Natalie to send her to rehab multiple times & say “who does Natalie have?” so sadly. But she didn’t check up on Van who was living alone, not paying her bills, not healthy, not happy ONCE… I DON’T BELIEVE IT. That kind of love doesn’t fade 😭.

#now I want a fic of taissa anonymously buying thousands of dollars of VHS tapes to keep van in business #no but either she had a secret ‘van’ file somewhere in her house #or something bad went down between them and van pushed her away #I feel like tai would obsessively google and read articles and reviews of Van’s store when she couldn’t sleep #I don’t care if she canonically didn’t know about it until she asked for the file #in my heart Tai is a pathetic wet cat of an ex girlfriend #yellowjackets #Van Palmer #taissa Turner #Taivan

[sailing-through-hawkins]

✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧

When Eddie sees her, sitting on the picnic table, her feet shuffling back and forth on the bench like that one dancing scene from The Breakfast Club (so what if he went to go see it? It's a good flick!), he almost runs back the way he came.

Because here's the thing about Robin Buckley.

While Eddie's status at the bottom of the social ladder is guaranteed, what with his hobbies and his music and his ability to irritate even the most patient of individuals (bar Uncle Wayne, blessed be the man), he doesn't fuck with Robin Buckley.

She was never anything to write home or gossip over coffee about, not when Eddie started his first senior year or even before that, when he was just starting up Hellfire and went to band to see if he could recruit any lonesome souls. Robin wasn't interested then, more keen to avoid his eye and fumble with her uniform, so he chalked her up as another lost to the masses.

Then all the shit with the Zombie Boy (a killer moniker, wouldn't that make for an awesome song title?! But he doesn't know if it'd be like, copyright infringement or whatever) went down and he got a little more protective of his circle, cloaking them from the unmerciful eyes of the Hawkins mob, pushing back when shit hit the fan and that mob tried impeding on his people.

And it worked! Nobody messed with him or his, not enough to be met with more than a snort - hell, even that asshole Hargrove stayed away after Eddie pulled a knife on him in the school parking lot. He wonders if all that wild anger the dick had to choke down went into the fight he had with -

Anyways.

Point is that Eddie knows his place, and thanks to a little intimidation and a lot of false-turned-true-confidence, nobody messes with him.

The thing is - he still doesn't mess with Robin Buckley.

Like he said, she was always another one of the masses to him, and he never expected any different.

But then something happened to her.

Some people say that she got trapped in the mall fire and it burned half her face off, she's just wearing enough makeup to cover it up, but it messed with her head.

Other people say she was always a little - uh, airheaded, he'll say, to be polite - and the Starcourt fire just made it more obvious, burned through the façade she'd wear in public.

One or two voices whisper that she's being haunted, that when she laughs to herself in the silence of the classroom, it's because of the spirits of Starcourt's casualties that lurk in her shadow.

(That last one was Jeff actually, and Eddie has to hand it to him for the poetic imagery.)

Any way he hears it, Eddie's instincts go red alert, telling him to give Robin a wide berth in the hallways, to avoid eye contact for longer than a single moment, to ignore her quiet snickers every time he ties his hair up.

So yeah, when he's about to head to his favourite picnic table and finds wacky Robin Buckley laughing to herself as the leaves around the table kick up without a hint of wind in the air, he almost turns around and shoves himself back into his van. Eddie Munson may be a freak but he's no -

"Oh, you're here."

He freezes in his steps, glancing back to see Robin smiling thinly at him, one legged crossed over the other as she leans back. Her eyes glaze over for a second before she barks out a laugh, making Eddie jump in place.

"Didn't expect you, to be honest." She tilts her head.

Eddie's throat is too dry. He starts a sentence, backtracking when the leaves stop kicking up and it's just his shaky voice in the silence between the trees. "Well, it is my spot, Buckley."

Her eyes glint and she uncrosses her legs just to spread them, leaning in and staring at Eddie with an untethered expression stretching across her face. "Is it?" Her raspy voice asks.

Blood roars in Eddie's ears. His fingers twitch, and he's ready to run.

"Don't." She orders and he freezes. "We need to talk."

He hates it when people say that. It's always, always bad news and it's just too cliché.

"And what, pray tell," he says, raising his arms out with a confidence he doesn't feel. "Is it that you could ask of me?"

The leaves kick up behind him. He resolutely ignores it.

Sighing, Robin crosses her legs, shuffling back on the table (and they call Eddie a heathen, jeez). She looks to the right, where the leaves are swirling in a mini tornado. Her smile is small, and a little sad.

"We need your help."

Eddie gasps as the leaves kick up ferociously, the wind bites at his fingertips and Robin glares at him, at the chaos around them with eyes like nothing he's ever seen.

"Stop it."

"Wh -"

"I said stop," She glares at him and his jaw clicks shut. "We agreed - yeah, yeah, we did! Stop it, you're scaring him!"

"I -"

"I'd say the grown-ups are talking," Robin cuts him off with an eye-roll. "But someone's being a big baby."

"Look, Buckley -"

"I swear to god," Robin waves a hand towards Eddie. "Either you play nice, or we're never figuring this out! Do you wanna be invisible to everyone forever?!"

There's a heavy silence at that.

No leaves rustling, no wind, no nothing.

It's like the entire forest just went...dead.

Then Eddie feels a brush of something down his hand and he screams.

"Awesome!" Eddie jumps when Robin grabs his arm (when did she leave the table?!), staring at her smile as foul terror quakes his bones. "Don't be afraid, Eddie. We won't hurt you."

A rustle of leaves smack his shin and he shrieks, unable to jump (or run) thanks to Robin's steel grip.

"Well, not physically."

"Buckley, I have never messed with you before," Eddie whispers as the something trails down his hand, shoulders and face. He's frozen in the wake of the touch. "Fellow freaks of Hawkins and all, but -"

Whatever it is, it grips Eddie by the shoulders and his jaw clicks shut. Robin's grasp on his arm tightens and she nods, staring into space.

"Okay, so could you do it?"

Silence. Eddie's heartbeat races.

"Like what?"

The something ghosts over his fingers and he almost whimpers.

"Oh, like this!"

With that, Robin grabs Eddie's hand and takes off one of his rings. Before he can sputter or shout or cry, she replaces it with one of her own.

And then, like he was always there, Steve Harrington appears before his eyes.

A bloodied, ghastly Steve Harrington who's staring right into him.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers and the spectre grins a sharp, toothy grin.

"Hey Munson," Steve croons. "Miss me?"

#steddie #stobin #<- my target audiences for this #writing #ficlet #au content: ghosts #sailing queues #the dinguses (affectionate) #sailor✧writes

[dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson]

This site is draining me of my spoons and my will to live. It seems like everywhere I turn there is nothing but Eddie smut and most of it makes me ICK pretty bad and most of it's not even tagged correctly. I just want something cute and fluffy and reassuring with Eddie x a Reader who is uncomfortable with sex and Eddie reassures her (or them, up to you) that it isn't a big a deal to him and they can be together without it (maybe the Reader is Ace or not). I'm just at the end of my rope at this point.

I hope this is like a big hug to give you some spoons back. 🥺 I get where you're coming from. I like a good smut now and then, but there's nothing like a fluffy scene with your comfort character. As someone who is demisexual, I like this request a lot and I hope it's exactly what you want to read. 💙 Also writing this as gender neutral because everyone deserves love and care regardless of if they share their physical body.

Reassurance (Eddie x GN Reader)

Your hands twisted together. You spun the ring that Eddie had given you, moving it around your finger and rubbing your thumb over the stone. The music in the van surrounded you as Eddie drove you home from a graduation party at Robin's. He pulled to a stop outside his trailer and turned to you with a smile. He leaned in and pressed a yearning kiss to your lips.

You responded appropriately, your brain running overtime as you tried to make your lips move against his and push your heavy thoughts away at the same time. He sensed your discomfort and pulled back, reaching for your nervous hands and squeezing them with his.

"What's going on inside that head of yours?" he asked with a smile.

Your lips pursed, trying to keep back the emotions and overwhelming thoughts but a surge of emotion flew through you and you blurted, "Idon'twannahavesexwithyou."

He reeled back, a little alarmed.

"Hey, tell me slowly," he murmured.

You took a deep breath and steeled yourself, but your eyes darted everywhere but his, your heart pounding heavily.

"I don't want to have sex with you."

"Um, okay," he huffed a breath out of his nose, fighting a small smile.

You glanced at him, a little hurt and said, "You're making fun of me."

His eyes grew wide with panic as he squeezed your hands comfortingly.

"No, no. Absolutely not. I'm just a little shocked. It feels like that came out of nowhere. I just kissed you, I wasn't asking for sex."

Your lip trembled and you said, "Isn't that what kissing leads to? Everybody says that's what happens after. First base, second base, and all that."

His eyes saddened and he said, "Hold on."

He hopped out of the car and circled the van, opening your door. He signaled for you to get out and when you did, he held his arms open.

"Can I hug you?"

You rushed into his arms and tightened your grip around him. He rocked you slowly as tears started flowing down your cheeks. He pressed his cheek to yours and sighed softly.

"I don't.. I don't have have any expectations of you. I just like to be with you. If you don't want sex, we don't have to. I would never make you and I need you to know that you're always safe with me, okay?"

You nodded against him and held him even tighter, your words coming out in a sob.

"I don't know if I ever want to have sex with somebody."

He rubbed your back soothingly.

"That's completely okay. Relationships are about more than what you can give someone physically. I'd like a kiss every now and then if you're up for it. Ooh! And cuddles. But beyond that, if you don't want to, we won't."

"But won't you get tired of me not wanting to? Wouldn't you go somewhere else for it?"

He looked grief-stricken and held your face in his hands.

"Never. I love you for who you are and the love you give me. Everything else is just a bonus."

You nodded, sniffling as your tears slowed. He brushed them off of your cheeks with his thumbs and grabbed your hands, swinging them between you.

"Do you still wanna come in?"

You nodded and pulled his hand along behind you as you went up the steps to the door. He laughed at your response and helped you out of your jacket once you got inside. You both curled up on the couch, a movie playing on the tv in the background. Eddie shifted and put his head in your lap, smiling up at you. You braided little sections of his hair and he softened against you, mouth slackening as he drowsed, safe in your arms.

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson stranger things #Eddie Munson x reader

[e-munson666]

DENIM OR FLANNEL (2)

++Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x F!Reader++

(Gareth and Eddie always promised not to let a crush come between them, they weren't usually into the same girl, but when it came to you they were both enamored. It puts a strain on their friendship when your attention is focused on one them over the other) [[Eddies POV]]

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ language. Jealous Eddie, Jealous Gareth. Lots of angst. Some fluff, pining, pushing/shoving, name calling. A/N: I adore Gareth and he gets far less recognition than he deserves!

(Pt1)

Taglist: @dylanmunson

🖤xoxo

After lunch, Eddie had been thinking about you all afternoon. Turns out he was lucky enough to have one of his last classes with you, and was even luckier that you chose to sit right next to him, in the sea of other empty desks. You smiled at him as you sat down. "Hi Eddie" you whispered to him, causing Eddie to blush. "Hey Y/N" he returns, flashing you a cool smile.

Around 20 minutes into class Eddie gets bonked on the head by a paper ball. He quickly looks around and sees you giggling next to him. "Im sorry" you mouth. "Open it!" You point to the paper.

"Hey you" :P

Eddie grins. He quickly scribbles something back and lightly tosses it to your desk.

"Hey sweetheart"

"Can we hangout later? We can catch up....and......." Underneath is the two of you as stick figures, smoking a joint.

"Id love to princess, I'll pick you up at sunset"

"Can't wait, pretty boy" ;)

Eddies ears went hot when he read your words, and he couldn't help but notice the intoxicating smell of your perfume coming from the paper. He looks over and sees you wink at him as you shove a little bottle back into your bag. "She sprayed it on the fucking page" he whispers to himself. "Fffuuucckkk me" he thinks as he carefully folds the note and sticks it in his jackets chest pocket.

*

Eddie waited in the parking lot after school, hoping to chat with you again before heading home, when he saw you walking with Gareth. Huge sweet smile on your face, as Gareths arm draped over your shoulder. Eddie was instantly jealous. "Son of a bitch!" He mutters to himself as Gareth walked you passed him. He almost tackled Gareth to the ground when he saw the sneaky middle finger his friend gave behind your back, knowing right then that the two of them needed to talk.

*

*

"What about the pact Munson?" Gareth asked, crossing his arms as he made his way closer to the van.

"I know you like her man" Eddie began taking a step forward, "And you should know I do to"

"Yeah" Gareth laughed, matching Eddies movement, "I noticed.....and?"

"And? What are we gonna do about it?" Eddie asks, now only a few feet away from Gareth.

"About what exactly?" Gareth scoffs, trying to remain calm.

Eddie's trying to egg Gareth on, he knows Gareth has a short temper, and is easily frustrated. Eddie takes the note out of his jacket pocket and shoves it into Gareths chest. "This, Emerson"

Gareth reads the note and looks back up at Eddie, face hot, ears red. "Really laying it on thick, even for you Munson" Gareth mumbles, this just makes Eddie grin widely.

"So it's settled then?" Eddie says, snatching the note from Gareths hand. "Im asking her out when I see her" he adds.

"Whatever asshole, I'm not backing down" Gareth scoffs, shoving Eddie into the van behind him.

"Oh I know you won't Emerson, just dont be a little bitch when I get the girl this time, kay?" Eddie returns, shoving back a little harder.

"We'll see about that" Gareth mutters shoving Eddie once more before storming around his van to get in the drivers seat.

"Gotta go get ready to pick her up anyways!!" Eddie yells, flipping Gareth off as he peels out his parking spot and speeds away.

*

Dustin and Jeff were watching the interaction from the other side of the parking lot, wondering if they needed to step in. Jeff was tense, having been around the last time he saw his two best friends at each others throats like this.

"This is REALLY bad" Jeff says, turning to Dustin, who had a confused look on his face. "The last time they fought over a girl it almost destroyed the band.....and Hellfire....."

"Shit....." Dustin replied.

"Yeah...." Jeff adds, "Fuckin Shit"

*

*

A/N: a little short for this one. Please comment if you want the next part, it's a doozy.

#fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie munson x female reader #gareth the great #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #love triangle #love trio

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Coven pt. 2

p. 1

Bitchcraft

Summary: Sadie and Kyle meet.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Typical AHS warnings, probably ooc Frat!Kyle, swearing, mentions of being Drugged, and implications of Rape. If you've seen Coven you know what I'm talking about but seriously, please read this part with caution!!

Authors Note: They finally meet<<<<3 They are my babies. And this is not the whole episode, it is only up to the frat party and the... ya know.

A scream is what caught Sadie’s attention. 

Miss Robichaux’s had been too quiet for the past two hours, as there was never more than an hour and a half—and that’s pushing it—where someone didn’t cause some sort of uproar. Usually Madison, screaming about something not going her way or insulting Queenie and Nan.

Dragging herself up out of bed and down the stairs, she went to find the source of the scream. Making her way into the Ancestors Room, she realized why it had been so quiet. The scene in front of her could have been quite funny if she had not felt so bad for the new girl and if it wasn’t so obvious that Madison was the ringleader behind this little “initiation”.

“Holy shit… are you…?”

“Yep. Madison Montgomery. Moviestar.” Sadie rolled her eyes at this, standing out of the way in the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

Ripping off her mask, Queenie couldn’t help but pull a jab at Madison.

“Movie star? Shit, when was the last time you made a movie?”

“When's the last time you said no to a porkchop?”

“Bitch the only reason you’re still famous is because you keep flashing that crotch on TMZ.”

Interrupting the bickering was Nan taking off her mask to talk to the girl on the table.

“We weren’t gonna kill you. I’m Nan. Hi.”

Looking between the three with still slightly scared and bewildered eyes, the girl was finally able to introduce herself.

“Zoe.”

“Queenie.”

“So bored now.” Madison responded, rolling her eyes. 

“So… is this everyone?” Zoe asked.

“That’s how you guys decide to greet the new girl? By scaring the shit out of her and making her think you were gonna sacrifice her? Come on, at least make it a bit more original.” Sadie had finally spoken up, seeing an opening in the lull of the conversation between the four girls.

“Shit girl, how long have you been there?” Queenie asked.

“Long enough to know you scared the poor girl half to death.” She looked over at Zoe. “I’m Sadie, by the way.”

Before Sadie could continue, she heard someone coming up behind her and moved out of the way of the door.

“Cordelia Foxx. Headmistress.” Cordelia announced, standing in the same place Sadie had seconds before, looking right at Zoe. “All right girls, there’s a van full of groceries in the driveway that needs unloading. I’ll show Zoe to her room, then we’ll meet for mid-day gathering. Let’s go.”

The group dispersed, with Madison dropping her mask and cloak on the ground of the Ancestors room before leaving to get the groceries.

Sadie was next to Nan when she asked her, “How come you guys didn’t ask me to be a part of your little sacrifice?” And although she had asked Nan, Madison was the one who had answered

“Because we wanted it to be fun, and you take the fun out of it. Seriously, it’s like hanging out with our depressed mom all the time.” Madison walked away, grabbing the lightest bags out of the van.

Sadie had a slightly bemused look on her face before replying. “I’m only two years older than you guys!”

──────────────────────

Mid-day gathering had passed, as had the hours between that and dinner. The five of Miss Robichauex’s wards found themselves sitting at the dining table. Sadie was sat next to Nan, waiting for Spalding to come and serve them their dinner. Spalding was serving each girl their bowl, though when he got to Madison, she couldn’t help but to make a comment.

“Hey Jeeves. Can I get some iceberg lettuce with some blue cheese?”

Queenie jumped in, “Girl, be nice to Spalding. Poor bastards got no tongue.”

“Is that true Jeeevs? Did you use that tongue for something wicked? Or maybe you suck at going down.” 

At this comment, Spalding slammed Zoe’s bowl of soup in front of her while glaring at Madison. He began to leave when Madison just couldn’t resist further provoking him.

“Aw come on, Jeeves! Show us your stub! Maybe we could put it to use!”

“Madison,’” Sadie scolded Madison, “that’s enough, leave the poor man alone.”

Madison rolled her eyes at Sadie, mumbling a ‘whatever mom’ under her breath, though everyone at the table head it. She then directed her attention to Zoe.

“So New Girl, what are you in for?”

“Her boyfriend.” Nan answered before Zoe could, earning a light slap on her arm from Sadie. “Stop that Nan.” She whispered.

“Girl, shut up before you get your ass in trouble.” Queenie told her.

Madison continued, “Did you kill him?”

“No, it was an accident.” Zoe responded, probably wishing to be talking about anything other than this.

“It was an accident Zoe. And you will find love again. A strange and unexpected love.” Nan told her.

“Nan seriously, shut up.”

“Let’s hear about this gory accident. And don’t spare any of the details.”

Instead of Zoe talking about herself, she turned the conversation onto Madison. “Why are you  here?” She asked.

“She killed a guy but tries to say she didn’t and that she's being scapegoated.” Sadie jumps in, looking between Zoe and Madison.

“My manager staged an intervention,” Madison said, acting like Sadie hadn’t said anything at all. “Ever since my drunk and disorderly, I get blamed for all kinds of shit I didn’t do.”

“But you did do it. You killed that man—“

“Girl are you deaf or just stupid?” Queenie interrupted Nan, at the same time Madison said,

“I get it bitch, you’re clairvoyant.” She turned to Zoe. “Wanna know what happened?”

Madison tells Zoe the story the others have heard multiple times already, closing it out with, “The light hit him just fine.”

“All he said was ‘hit your mark’. Why don’t you do the world a favor and take an acting class? You D-list botox bimbo—” Before Queenie could finish her insult, Madison had flicked her wrist, sending Queenie’s bowl of soup all over her shirt and lap. In response, Queenie picked a fork off the table and stabbed it into her hand. Madison began screaming, looking at her hand. Queenie jerked the fork back in forth in her hand to torture Madison, with Madison beggining to writhe in her chair. 

“Queenie stop!”

“Stop what? I don’t feel anything, I’m a human voodoo doll.” Queenie was still jerking the fork in her hand. 

“Queenie, stop you’re gonna get in trouble!” Nan stood up and tried to pry the fork out of Queenie’s hand, which she was unsuccessful with. Sadie stood after Nan and took her place. Prying the fork out of Queenie’s hand, she yelled, “Enough! Queenie stop! Calm down, go talk a walk. Bring Nan with you.” 

Muttering under her breath, Queenie angrily walked out of the dining room, Nan shortly behind her. Sadie put the fork down on the table and sat back in her seat.

“Well, that was disturbing. Given the choice around here, I guess you’re my new best friend,” Madison looked at her phone before looking back towards Zoe. “Do you own any clothes that don’t come from the Gap?” Madison directed her attention towards Zoe, pretending like Sadie wasn’t there.

Zoe looked at Madison through her peripheral,sounding disinterested, “Not really,” before turning fully towards her, “why?”

“I’ll let you borrow something of mine then. Frat Party. Just came up on my twitter feed.”

Madison got up and left. Zoe looked back, making sure she was out of hearing range before turning to Sadie.

“She’s gonna make me go to that no matter what, won’t she?”

Sadie heaved a sigh while nodding. “Unfortunately. Seeing as though Madison doesn’t like Queenie and Nan and too ‘mom’ for her, she’s set her sights on you”

Zoe’s face scrunched in confusion. “Too… mom for her?”

Sadie nodded. “She said doing things with me is like being around her depressed mom constantly.”

Zoe lightly nodded, looking lost in her thoughts for a second. She looked back up at Sadie.

“Will you come with us?”

Sadie flashed a small smile before whispering an almost inaudible 'sure'. Once she said yes, Zoe bade goodnight to her, before returning to her bedroom, leaving Sadie alone at the dinner table, just beginning to eat her meal.

────────────────────────────────────────────

Arriving at the party, the crowd parted like the Red Sea once they saw that the Madison Montgomery was at this party. Moving through the crowd a few steps behind her, Sadie and Zoe could hear people whisper in astonishment.

Across the room, three boys stand off to the side, watching in excitement.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. That’s prize tuna right there.” The tallest of the three said, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

“She’s way outta your league.” The blonde one stated matter of factly.

The tallest one spoke again, “Can’t get a bite if you don’t dangle your bait in the water.” He and the other brunette walked away, leaving the blonde by himself.

Madison was swept away by a girl offering to get her a drink, leaving Zoe and Sadie at the entrance. Zoe looked uncomfortable, twiddling her hands together and glancing around. Sadie put her hand on her shoulder, gaining her attention, and asked if she was okay.

“Yeah,” Zoe replied, “I’m just… I think I’m gonna get a drink. Try to relax a bit.”

Sadie nodded. “Just be carful. And call me or come find me if anything happens okay?” 

Zoe nodded in understanding before making her way through the crowd, leaving Sadie by herself. She began to walk through the party, trying to find a slightly less crowded area, though that seemed to not exist. Looking around, she locked eyes with a blonde boy for a second, giving him a shy smile before looking away. She wandered around a bit more, before she heard a voice behind her.

“Thoguht you looked thirsty.”

Turning, Sadie found a blonde boy offering her a drink.

“You know my parents always told me to never take a drink from someone at a party. Who knows what they could’ve put in that shit.”

The boy smiled.

“Well, I’m Kyle. And you are…” He trailed off, waiting for Sadie to introduce herself.

“Sadie.”

“Sadie, nice to meet you. See, we’re no longer strangers, so if I was right and you’re thirsty, you are safe to take this drink, I promise. I’ll even take a sip of it, if you’d like.” 

Sadie hesitantly took the drink, still not intending to drink from it, even though the boy seemed nice. She was trying to think of something to say when it finally registered that he was weaning a shirt with frat letters on it.

“Frat boy? I think all frats are full of fascists. I bet your family’s part of the one percent.”

“I don’t mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I’m on scholarship. My mom lives in the Ninth Ward. That’s all the way on the other side of the tracks. Besides, didn’t you come here with a movie star?

Sadie smiled, nodding and looking down before meeting Kyle’s eyes again.

“I came here for Zoe, but seeing as she left me, I guess I was just one of Madison’s accessories. You know, someone average to make her look better.”

Kyle shook his head.

“You are no where near average. Trust me, she doesn’t have a chance standing next to you.”

He’s charming. Sadie thought.

“So what about you?” He asks. “You go to school?”

Sadie laughed lightly. “A finishing school.”

“A finishing school?” 

Sadie nodded. “Yup. Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. It’d be totally normal if we were living in the nineteenth century.” 

They laughed.

Just as Kyle opened his mouth to say something, a panicked Zoe came up to Sadie.

“Zoe? What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Madison?” She asked.

“No.” Sadie shook her head.

Zoe’s panic increased. “I can’t find her.”

Turning her body more towards Zoe, Sadie once again laid her hand upon her should, hoping she could help calm her down. “Okay, come on, I’ll help look for her.”

She handed her drink back to Kyle’s outstretched hand before leaving. Her and Zoe searched the rooms for Madison, looking everywhere. After what seemed like an hour, Sadie is met with the familiar face of Kyle.

“We can’t find her anywhere.”

His brows furrowed. “You think she ditched you?” He paused. “I’ll look around upstairs, hold on.” He pushed past Sadie, Zoe joining her side. After a few more minutes of searching downstairs, and Kyle not coming back, Sadie and Zoe ventured upstairs. Hearing boys yelling, they followed the sound. 

“What the hell!” Sadie yelled. Stepping in, Sadie and Zoe rushed to Madison while Kyle and the boy were fighting over a phone. The brunette ran out, Kyle chasing after him. While Zoe was attending to Madison, Sadie followed the boys to the threshold of the room, following the chase with her eyes before turning back to the girls. 

“Shit Madison did they give you something?” Zoe asked.

Sadie gently grabbed Madison’s face in her hands, directing her head towards her. “Madison, hey Madison can you look at me? Can you tell me what they gave you?” 

All Madison did was groan, too out of it still. Dropping her hands, Sadie looked at Zoe. “Take care of her and get her out of here. I’ll be back okay? They’re not getting away with this.” Sadie left Zoe and Madison, trying to find the exit. She eventually did, running out the door to hopefully catch the fraternity’s bus. The bus had just begun pulling away by the time she got there, leaving her to yell at them to try and get them to stop, even though she didn’t think they would. The bus was getting away by the time Zoe and Madison had got to her, the three of them watching the bus leave.

“Fuck.” Sadie exclaimed, exasperated.

The bus suddenly flipped, rolling a few times before coming to a stop. Sadie looks over at Madison, seeing her with her arm outstretched, before looking back to the wreck. The people loitering outside had finally begun to pay attention, some screaming and running for help. Madison begins to walk back toward the house before Sadie stopped her.

“Come on. We need to go back to the academy.”

@divineruler

#ahs #american horror story #ahs coven #american horror story coven #evan peters #taissa farmiga #sarah paulson #emma roberts #kyle spencer #zoe benson #madison montgomery #cordelia foxx #evan peters x reader #kyler spencer x oc #ahs fanfic

[zooophagous]

Strauss held the coffee mug between his hands. His long fingers curled around it and laced together. The heat of the thing  burned slightly, but to an exothermic being, the heat was nice. Artemis sat across from him adding various tinctures to her coffee as if brewing a potion. Caremel syrup, half and half, sugar, splenda... Strauss smirked at her.

"Do you actually like coffee, Frau Van Helsing?"

"No. But I need it." She answered, stirring her cup with a half smile of her own. "What about you? You're not really built for coffee, are you?"

"Not really, no. But it takes a lot of it to hurt my stomach, and the caffeine is nice. Trying to add that much to it would likely cause me to vomit."

He took a short sip of the burning hot black coffee. It was bitter and acidic, but not in an entirely bad way. It warmed from the inside as it went down. It was almost a facsimile of being alive.

"I like it, despite its flaws. It is very seldom I can allow myself to consume anything for pleasure, so a coffee is a nice treat."

"I guess that's a good point." Artemis shrugged and drank her own coffee, before pausing to add even more cream. "I guess I never really asked you about your food preferences, I assumed all blood tasted the same. Do you even like blood? You never eat very much."

"Ehhh... drinking it from a cup or a tube, it is acceptable. Drinking it from a live animal is a little better. I would not say a vampire truly savors it unless they can get it straight from a human host."

"Oh weird." Artemis cleared her throat. "So it's better fresh?"

"Not just better. It is intoxicating." He sipped his coffee a little more. It hurt on the way down but he refused to let it cool. "The performance of feeding... it is a sort of hard wired instinct to our kind. Once it begins, one starts to hyperfocus... it can be difficult to convince yourself to stop." He shrugged.

"I see. Sounds dangerous."

"Extremely. Which is why I do not allow myself to eat for pleasure. I must settle for 'close enough,' and not take a drop more than I need. It is better for feeding to become a chore than an addiction."

"Well, that's very commendable of you. Don't let Ursula hear you talk like that." Artemis snorted. "I hope you at least enjoy it a little bit. I worry sometimes that you're not... you know, having any fun here."

"Fun isn't really what I'm concerned with."

"What are you? concerned with, I mean."

"I suppose... figuring out a new normal. I was concerned with survival, but my basic needs are now met. I need to figure out now, how to exist in the world as something other than the Institute's pet. No offense."

"None taken. But if you're not having fun or sharing hobbies and hopes and dreams and such, connecting with humanity is going to be a lot harder. You did really well in the classroom though. If all goes well I'm hoping you'll eventually be able to be in the public."

"Without running away and becoming a deadly menace you mean?" He grinned evilly. "I have nowhere else to go. Even if I managed to escape back to Trier, my grave was destroyed. I do not have a hole to sleep in, in all the world, but for here."

"Would you ever like to return to Trier?"

"Perhaps to walk in the grave yard and visit."

"Is there any truth to the notion that a vampire misses their own grave and wants to go back?"

"No. But my daughter is still buried in Trier."

"Oh." Artemis felt a little guilty. A sullen cast seemed to have fallen on the conversation, but it was hard to tell. Strauss was usually sullen.

"You never say much about your old life in Trier. I always was a little afraid to ask. I thought it might be rude."

"More like afraid you will upset me and push me further into darkness, hm?" He teased. "No, my old life in Trier was a series of mistakes that ended in catastrophe. Allowing myself to grow close to a woman and marry her was a mistake. Causing her to become pregnant was a mistake, and trying to raise the resulting child was the worst mistake of them all. Even so, I loved them." He finished his coffee.

"I loved them too much."

"I don't think any of those things are mistakes to feel bad about, Strauss."

"Not for others, no. For myself it was foolishness. I have told you my interest in romance is nearly nonexistent. I made an exception for my wife. I let myself grow close to her, though I didn't know what I was doing. I gave her a child neither of us was equipped to care for, and that child died. If I had stayed true to my course I could have spared my wife the pain and my daughter the end."

"You told me your daughter died of scarlet fever."

"She did. Under the watchful eye of her father, the doctor. The physician, who knew too little and did too little to keep her alive." he stared into his empty cup. "And while that was the most painful in my long line of mistakes, it was not the last. What I did after that..."

He set his mug down loudly on the table. "After that I caused a great deal more pain and suffering to myself and to others. You see why perhaps I am wise to keep humanity at arm's length."

"I see." Artemis sipped her coffee quietly a moment. It was difficult getting the ancient being to open up, so when he finally did, she wasn't about to interrupt. "You mentioned that for a vampire, feeding on a human is 'intoxicating,' I think was the word you used. You don't have to incriminate yourself here, and I understand a lot of this happened well over a hundred years ago, but Luther." She made and held eye contact with him for a moment.

"Are you saying this from experience?"

He forced himself to hold the difficult eye contact in turn.

"Yes."

"Ok." She set down her cup. "So, this conversation stays with us. I really, really can't let Ursula hear that you've been talking like that. I do appreciate you being so up front with me. If there's ever anything else you care to discuss in confidence, I do have a degree in psychology. I'm not a practicing doctor, but I can be an unlicensed shoulder to cry on."

"You know I am very private for a reason. Are you asking me to make an exception once more? You see what happened last time."

"I'll take my chances." She grinned. "One of these days, I'd like to get the story of how you became a vampire, you know. For posterity."

"Hm. I will make you a deal. A tit-for-tat. I will allow the Van Helsing Institute to catalogue me like the study skin of a rare bird, if in return you will grant me access to the resources of the library."

"You already have library privileges."

"Not that library. I do not want a copy of the New York Times. I want THE library. The notes, the history, the anatomy texts especially. I wish to see how a vampire works. I have never cut one open, and I do not plan to test it on myself."

"Non-staff generally aren't allowed in there. It might be a hard sell."

"I am asking for you to make an exception." He smirked, and stood up, collecting the empty coffee mugs for washing. "Thank you for coffee, Frau Van Helsing. It is a welcome interruption to speak with you."

"Likewise. Guten abend, Herr Strauss. I'll see if I can't get you some upper level reading material." The rest of the conversation would have to remain buried.

#long post #writing #wayward souls

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

The Voorhees' vacation to Ambrose, pt 5

-Trudy's House of Wax, knocking people out, and that freaking truck

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: violence, a bit of angst, bad grammar(probably), maybe a bit shitty with some POV changes/time skips (* the asterisks), Bo's filthy mouth Ig

Note: One more part after that one! And none of the pics or gifs under the cut are mine(as usual)

-

As they came to the door, Jason, Malon and Lily found a 'closed' signed on it, but ignored the sign since Bo said that they could go in. As Jason pushed the door, it's texture making him frown, Malon tugged on his shirt with an excited gasp. She scratched the wall with her nail, then showed her finger to her father, bits of what seemed like wax on the tip of her finger. ''I think it's wax!'' She exclaimed happily, and that actually made Jason tilt his head as he watched Lily do the same, the girl gasping too as she then felt the door. ''That's crazy...'' How could someone make a place out of wax?? It must be a coat they put on it, right? Jason thought as he pushed the door open, trying no to think too much about it as he let the girls go before him while he followed them.

Wax. Wax everywhere. It was almost creepy, but still really fascinating. People danced, some were sitting on the side and/or doing other things, and there were some wax sculptures on a shelf. There were some others things, counting a really realistic piano, and there was stairs and even a doorway, which meant other rooms.

As they looked around, they strangely didn't find any celebrities they knew. ''Isn't there supposed to be known people in a wax museum?'' Lily spoke his mind as she held a small wax ballerina in the palms of her hands, gently trying to get the cobwebs off of it while she looked around. Jason immediately went to her and gently took the sculpture, placing it back on the shelf with a small shake of his head. Even though she was gentle with it, he didn't want to risk breaking something in there, and he knew MJ would do the same. Thinking about MJ, he realized why she wanted to come here. The wax things were amazing.

Lily seemed to understand that she wasn't supposed to touch it and softly apologised, rubbing the back of her neck while they went towards Malon, who was looking at a woman in a pink dress, the latter dancing with a man in a suit.

''Who's that supposed to be...?'' She asked as she looked up at her father, a frown upon her face. Jason only shook his head at that, making the girl sigh as they continued to look around. It was like someone had put wax all over a normal house and it's people, or they literally made a full house of wax(which, unbeknownst to them, was close to reality) . The kitchen looked like a real one, with 'food' on the table and even a maid, who kinda looked like she had an accident though, her face a bit melted/broken. ''Creepy..'' Malon let out a small 'ew' and fake shivered, grimacing at the wax figure.

Out of their eyesight, in a shadowy corner, two high chairs were hidden away, cobwebs all over them.

(I tried to find that specific scene from the movie, but only found that picture, so here you go)

As they were going to go back out and to reunite with MJ and Eric, Lily let out a startled scream, turning around towards a window and staring at it with frightened eyes. ''There was someone there!''

The girl's face had become pale as she looked between the window and the mirror she was looking into seconds before. Jason had immediately went to the window, his hand going to his belt as he would have reached for his machete, only to remember that he left it in the van as he patted the empty spot. He rarely had regrets when it came to his weapons, but now he regretted not carrying it. His senses were on high alert as he made a wait sign with his hand so the girls would stay inside as he went to take a look, carefuly looking around the corner as he got out the door and down the steps. Outside, the only thing he found was a trap door that seemed to be locked from inside, no one in sight.

The two girls went out as Jason shook his head through the window, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to open the trap. After a couple of hard pulls, he stopped and realized he wouldn't open it.

''I... I saw them...'' Lily stared at Jason with a sad and concerned expression on her face, then look at Malon as she gently put a hand on her shoulder. ''I believe you, Lily...'' The latter huffed and gave her a sad smile as Jason started to walk back the trail they took and towards the house.

Malon and her father walked in the front, unfortunately not realizing that Lily didn't follow them, the girl walking towards the trap door. Even though she was terrified of what might be behind it, her curiosity took front and she gently tugged on the handles, a surprised gasp leaving her as she opened them.

*

Eric waited as 10 minutes passed, looking around. Then 15, then 25 minutes...

He started getting worried as he wondered what was taking so long. Maybe MJ helped Bo find the patches? ... He hoped it was for something like that or he would blame himself so bad if something happened to her....

He had enough when 30 minutes passed, so he went inside, still knocking on the door frame to stay polite. ''Hello?? MJ??'' He called out, his voice filling the seemingly empty house, and unkowingly to him, catching a masked murderer's attention. He was really hesitant as he stepped away from the door, softly shutting it as his manners took the better of him. Not knowing what to do, the man looked around as he stayed near the door, in what seemed like the living room, frowning. ''MJ??'' He went down the hall, ignoring the stairs, and knocked at the doors he passed, opening most of them and not finding anyone. The last door was locked, and made Eric panic since he was sure that there was no one inside the house.

He ran outside as he opened the door again, his eyes wide open as he instantly came face to face with the front of the truck... ''What the....'' He didn't see the front earlier, but now he wished he had. The broken headlight and familiarity of the car made him take some steps back towards the house. In his shock, he was totally unaware of the almost silent footsteps behind him, and was knocked to the ground when a force stricked him in the back of the head. ''-Hel-!'' He was cut off as he turned onto his back and the last things he saw were a blurry figure towering over him, and a fist coming down his face, then everything turned black.

*

Heavy breathing filled the room.

''P-please....'' ''Shhh-shhh.....'' He shushed as he continued to bind MJ's legs as she squirmed in the chair, her vision blurry from how much she cried. She'd been knocked out and woke up with him turning a radio on, heavy metal blasting through the speakers as he carried her down some stairs, then strapped her in what looked like an hospital chair, with metal bars on the side and some leather straps where her arms were supposed to go.

'' I'll be right back.. The bathroom is right down the hall.'' Bo had said as he pointed down the hall, halfway up the steps near the door. ''Alright!'' MJ,d nodded as she silently went down and found the bathroom. She closed and locked the door, doing what she needed to do, then washed her hands and went back out. She was going to call out to Bo when she neared the stairs,figuring it wouldn't take long if he kept his deliveries separated from everything, until she felt a hot pain at the back of her head. Her hand went to spot as she fell down, going down with a thud. She let out a silent scream at the force, her vision turning almost black, then lost consciousness

Her head throbbed with immense pain as she tried desesperately to kick him off, but she was too dazed, and her legs were feeling weaker than usual. To prevent her from kicking, he wrapped her legs up in duct tape, the only thing he had close.

His sleeves rolled up a bit as he tried to keep her legs down, and MJ stopped moving them in shock at what she saw. There were some scars all around his wrists, like a horrifying bracelet.

''W-...'' She stopped herself. Bo's eyes snapped to her pale face as she kept looking at his wrists, a weird feeling deep inside her chest. Even though she was a bit dizzy, she knew what she was seeing didn't look like it was self inflicted.

He rapidly connected the dots as he saw her eyes on his hands and he shook his head with a chuckle devoid of any humor. He backed up and looked at her with his head tilted, trying to get rid of the adrenaline that spurted through his veins.

It was silence, only their mixed breathings filling the silence. Until MJ unfortunately(for her) decided to ask a question, her fears almost forgotten. '' W... What happened-'' She stopped speaking and let out a squeak as her captor walked towards her, going to the back of the chair. She strained to try to look back and stopped her attempts once she felt his breaths at the side of her face, her eyes closing in fear. His close proximity made her blood turn cold and the hair on the back of her neck stand.

''You're really in no fucking position to ask any questions.''

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded in understanding, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she clenched her jaw from the pain nodding caused her.

''Mom?? Lilly??'' Both of their heads snapped up as they heard a girl's voice through the sewer grate on the 'ceiling'. That made her think that they were probably under the gas station, or another store they passed. Though if she looked at the tools lying around, she could say that it seemed to be the gas station...

'Malon???' MJ's eyes became round as saucers as she realized that they must have come back from the house of wax. Evidently, before she could say anything, she felt something sharp at her neck and tears came back to the surface as her body shook. Bo had come back behind her, a sharp tool that she couldn't tell the appearance of held tight against her neck. She felt it almost piercing the skin, which reminded her in what position she was in. ''One word and this is goin' through your throat. Yeah?'' He whispered, looking up as he heard footsteps, still holding the tool close to her neck.

MJ nodded, but he still got the duct tape and put a strip against her mouth. ''You're lucky I let you keep those pretty lips of yours.'' He tapped the tape on her mouth with his index finger before going around her chair and opening her only exit, closing the door behind him. Her pleads were unheard as she looked through the small gaps, hot tears sliding down her face when she saw Malon's red hair. 'Please don't hurt my baby, don't hurt my baby.....'

*

While they were going up to the house, Malon stopped her father as she realized that Lily wasn't there anymore, her eyes wide in panic. They'd immediately gone back to the house of wax, but didn't find her there. So they'd decided to go to the gaz station, thinking that she might be there with Bo, MJ and Eric.

Alas, none were there, the only sound being some kind of music playing inside. ''Where are they??? Maybe they're still at the house?-'' Malon's face turned sour as she looked up at her father, knowing that they were probably not at the house since it's been a really long time and they only went to get some tire patches. She was trying to stay on the bright side, but there was a bad feeling in guts and she hated it... as she tried not to break down, she let her father take her on his hip. She'd wrapped her arms around his neck, her small body shaking against him as the music suddenly died down.

Both's heads snapped to the door behind them, seeing Bo getting out with a friendly smile on his face, a packet of tire patches in his hand. ''Got the patches.'' He let out a chuckle, stopping before them as his smile turned into a frown. ''Where are the others?'' He genuinely looked confused, what seemed like a bit of concern on his face when no one spoke. He seemed to be searching for something as he looked around for a second, a small frown upon his face.

Malon, deciding to get over her thoughts as she knew her father couldn't speak, turned her head towards him. ''Weren't my mom and Eric supposed to be with you?..'' She started to feel a bit sleepy, so she put her head against her father's shoulder, only for him. to her displeasure, to put her down and step closer to Bo, putting an arm before her defensively.

It took a second as Bo's frown deepened. ''Well, MJ came back here with me and we waited here for a while as I closed the shop... I thought she'd be right here...'' ''What about Eric?... Or Lily??'' ''Lily? The girl you went to the house o' wax with?'' ''Yea..'' ''I didn't see her.. And Eric, the other guy, was supposed to come back here since he needed to use the bathroom...'' The man looked between them, until his face seemed to lighten up. ''Maybe MJ's down there with my brother, he was there a while ago...'

Jason's fists loosened as they went to the door, until his ears caught the faint and familiar sound of what seemed like someone screaming. While Bo unlocked the door, Malon close behind him, Jason's feet carried him towards the sewer grate, and he froze, his breath stopping.

His wife was looking up at him through the sewer grate, her eyes wide in panic as she struggled, her feet wrapped in duct tape and her wrist bound on the side of a chair.

Without making any sound, Jason walked towards Bo and Malon, then stricked the other man strait in the back of the head, making the latter almost loose his balance as he then turned around towards him. ''What the hell??-'' Bo swung at him, but missed as Jason then punched him strait in the stomach, then squared him in the face, sending him to the floor.

#randomly a fan #jason voorheese #ocs #house of wax

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x Y/N #dream smp reader insert #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp x reader #dream smp x Y/N #dsmp reader insert #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp x reader #Quackity #Schlatt #reader insert #gender neutral reader insert #ramza writes

[yutahoes]

Her Fault

The second part of His Fault and from this ask and this ask of the same anon. This is bad. I really can’t write smut right now. 😅 (Please be warned)

characters: boyfriend! Yuta, girlfriend! Y/N, Shotaro, 00 liners, Johnny and his girlfriend

genre: smut

word count: 2.3k words

warnings: thigh touching, oral (female receiving), mention of punishment, mention of sex videos, kissing, breast fondling, virgin sex (?), cumming too early, handjob, cock riding, rough sex, creampie, dom! Yuta, slut calling, spitting (?), slight exhibitionism (Wow, that’s a lot.) 

summary : You think it’s Yuta’s fault but really, it’s all you. 

“You want him that bad, huh?” Yuta asked that made you look at him in surprise. He nodded towards the younger Japanese guy who was helping Jeno and Jaemin unload the things from the back of the van. “I don’t think he moved on from that as well. He always avoids me.”

You sighed before holding on to Yuta’s arm tight. “I think I scared him.” But Yuta shook his head, kissing the side of your head. “Aren’t you angry? When Johnny’s girlfriend slept with Jeno, he almost had a fit. How are you alright with this?” 

Yuta chuckled. “It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He then slipped his arm from you before helping the younger guys with the luggage. Once again, a sigh escaped your lips. You hope he didn’t actually mean that.  

It’s been weeks since you had your taste of Shotaro. He just left while you’re sleeping so you didn’t get the chance to ask him if he wanted this to be a regular thing. You never saw him once even if you hang out with Yuta’s friends and you were convinced that he is avoiding you. So when Yuta told you that they’re going on a vacation and asked if you want to come with him, you agreed right away. 

“That’s so unfair,” Renjun said huffing. “Why can Yuta hyung and Johnny hyung bring girlfriends?” 

You giggled at him. “Are you dating someone, Injun?” He only pouted while shaking his head. “Do you want me to introduce you to someone?” 

“Noona, me. Introduce me to someone.” Yangyang interjected that made you laugh, revolting that he’s still a baby while lightly slapping his arm. An action you often do to him. Your giggling stopped when you caught sight of the younger Japanese boy looking at the hand you placed on Yangyang’s arm, jaw clenched. Is he mad? 

From behind him, you can see your boyfriend, smirking. Maybe it isn’t entirely Yuta’s fault.  

-----

Yuta was assigned to cooking that night and although you have trust in him, you decided to help him in the kitchen. You halted on your steps when you heard him talking to Japanese with someone. He was talking to Shotaro. A mention of your name made you return to where you came from, hiding from them. Maybe you can get some context clues from what they were talking about but you really can’t understand them. Are they talking about you? Why? What is it? 

Even during dinner, you were just quietly seated beside Yuta and in front of Shotaro. It feels awkward all of a sudden since they’re acting like the way they were before things happened between you and Shotaro. Are you the only one awkward about this? You felt Yuta’s hand on your thigh as he asked if you were alright, you only nodded then returned to Johnny who was telling stories about his trip to Chicago. 

The hand on your thigh moved up but Yuta’s still casually reacting to his friend. His fingers reached the hem of your underwear under your skirt and you parted your legs for him, giving him access. He started rubbing your clothed core, chuckling when you released a quiet moan and masking it with a drink of water. He hooked a finger on your underwear, pulling it down that you’re left with your nakedness. 

You held Yuta’s hand to let him touch you but his fingers just dig on your thigh, pushing your legs apart. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt something hot enter your core. Your boyfriend lightly raised the table cloth as you saw Shotaro under the table, eating you out. What? You held on Yuta’s arms as the younger licked your insides. Fuck, he’s so good that you wanted to shout at the pleasure. 

“Sho, you haven’t found your chopstick?” Johnny’s girlfriend asked and you almost cursed at her when the younger stopped what he was doing. You’re almost there. 

Yuta was laughing that made Johnny look at him curiously. You saw Shotaro appear from under the table as you tried to catch your breath. “Yuta hyung was stepping on my chopstick.” Haechan just gave him another chopstick while Johnny kept on hissing at Yuta’s playfulness. 

When you met eyes with Shotaro, he licked his bottom lip that made your heartbeat loud in your chest. Your core throbbing in excitement. 

-------

You were so horny yet Yuta isn't in the room at the moment. You desperately wanted to touch yourself but he warned you not to. Not like you care about the punishment but he specifically told you to act properly. He may fuck you during the trip but he cannot punish you considering the teenage boys you were with. And now, you're back to being horny. 

It was the second video of your sexy time yet you only grew annoyed that Yuta's not here to satisfy you. When you swiped left, Shotaro's masturbating video startled you to the point that you almost dropped the phone to yourself. If Yuta isn't here to play with you, maybe Shotaro can. So you typed a quick message to him, asking him to come to your room. 

It's embarrassing, you thought after hitting send. Why are you desperate for a cock? You were about to type in an apology when you heard a knock on the door. Must be Yuta. 

Giddily, you opened the door only to gasp when Shotaro held your shoulder while pushing you inside. "Sho…"His lips went to you almost immediately, sucking the soul out of you. His tongue entered your mouth and you moaned. He's such a great kisser. No, his tongue is amazing. "Aaah Shotaro..." you moaned as his hand went to your breast, squeezing it. He's so fast. 

His tongue started licking your neck then up to your earlobe, fondling your breasts like it's a normal thing to do. "Tell me what you want me to do, noona." he whispered in that low voice that made you tremble on your knees. Why does he sound so hot? His fingers started teasing your protruding nipples from the nightgown. "I'll do anything you ask me to do." You stopped to look at him, is he serious? Anything? 

But who are you to refuse anyways? An erotic moan escaped your lips when he started licking your shoulder with that long tongue that you adored. "That..." you groaned and he smirked. His hand pulled the strap of your nightgown, letting it fall to the ground. His mouth went to your breast, delicious tongue playing with your nipple. "Sho…" you called, threading your fingers on his hair. "I want your cock inside me." 

You lie to the bed, pulling down your underwear that made him scramble out of his clothes. Shotaro was hovering above you in bed as you pulled him closer for a kiss. His tongue lingered in your mouth, proving that he's learned so much from kissing you. His groan echoed through the room when he slipped his erection in you. Your hand held on his shoulder, the other grasping the bedsheet as he kept grinding on you. "Noona." He called, grinding his hips on yours. "It feels so good. So so good." Then you felt something warm inside you. He already came? Just like that? 

Shotaro tried to catch his breath, laying above you and crushing your body with his weight. "Sho…" You called. "You're heavy." He apologized, rolling on his side to lay beside you. He cursed under his breath and that's when your senses hit you. "Oh my God, that is your first time." You raised your body using your elbow to fully gaze at him. "I'm sorry. It slipped my mind." 

"I'm fine, noona. You don't have to…" A grunt replaced his words when your cold hand touched his semi-hard cock. Your palm rubbing the base upward then groped the tip. Your finger traced the side of his cock while you stare at his angelic face filled with pleasure. "Noona. Fuck!" A melody in your ears. 

His repeated moaning, calling out for you, only made you eager to get him hard. You jerked his cock, alternating in a slow to a fast pace. You placed your other hand on the tip, rubbing it using your palm that earned pleas coming from Shotaro. "Noona, I'm close…" 

A smirk escaped your lips when he stared at your hand longingly, jerking his hip. You held his chest, kneeling on top of him. His eyes were wide while staring at you as you lowered yourself to kiss him. Your fingers laced on his fingers, raising his hands above his head. A whimper was heard through the room when his erect cock slipped inside you.

"You're so wet, noona."

"All because of you, baby." You grind your hips, holding his shoulder while reminding yourself not to come to his neck. He might not be ready for that. His moans kept on resonating through the whole room as you kept bouncing on his cock. His face was filled with unadulterated pleasure, turning you on. 

You kept your pace, grinding against his hips then bouncing at his cock when you felt someone grab both your breasts from behind. "Hold her waist, Sho." Yuta guided while pinching both your erect nipples. "Jerk your hip up, she likes that." Your body arched forward when the younger raised his hips, hitting you deeply. Both yours and Shotaro's moans echoed in the room while Yuta whispered instructions to the younger guy. 

"Noona…" Shotaro's fingers were digging in your skin and you didn't know if it was the throbbing of his cock or you clenching in on him that made all of this hotter. The younger Japanese kept on jerking his cock, eager to get in his orgasm while the older kept whispering dirty words in your ear. Shotaro’s nails dig in you as he slowed down his actions, warmness filling you up. 

Breathless, you lay on his chest in tiredness. His cock slipped out of you before your hips were raised by your boyfriend, thrusting his cock inside you. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, feeling really full with the cum yet he’s pushing all of it inside. "Fuck, Yuta!" He was taking you roughly that you grasp Shotaro’s shoulder. 

Your hair was pulled back and you moaned. "Show Shotaro how much of a slut you are." Your eyes gaze on the younger guy, looking at you in worry. Yuta held your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Do you want me to stop, baby?" 

A breath hitched through your throat and in a soft voice answered, 'No daddy'. He slipped his thumb between your lips. His dark orbs staring at you and making you weak. "Open." You obeyed him, putting your tongue out as he spit in your mouth. "Swallow, my dirty girl. Look at Shotaro while you're doing that." The younger's eyes were only focused on you as you gulped hard. A groan escaped your lips when Yuta sunk deeper into you, roughly taking you from behind that you're in tears. 

"Yuta. Oh my God!" You shouted, voice getting hoarse at the repeated shouting. Your voice echoed through the room and at this rate, the occupants in the next room will surely hear you. But you didn't care. Not when sex is this good. Is it Johnny and his girlfriend? Why do you hope that it's the teenage boys’ room? 

"Fuck, baby, you are so loud." Yuta teased, thrusting in her deep. "Want to put a cock in your mouth to make you quiet." The imagery of him taking you from behind and Shotaro's cock in your mouth was too much. Your nails dig on the younger's skin as you shiver in orgasm. "So fucking wet, baby." You could even feel Yuta's cock slipping inside you with ease as you let him use you like his personal sex toy, Shotaro watching the two of you. 

He rolled on his side after dumping all his load inside you.  Shotaro had to help you lay in the bed between him and Yuta. You’re already tired, you can’t have another round. Your eyes closed in sleepiness while feeling Yuta’s hand slipped on your waist before asking Shotaro if he was alright before he answered  “Hyung, can I join you again next time?” which made you smile.  

------

Yuta removed his shirt while approaching you beside the pool. The other guys were already swimming while you put lotion on yourself. “Where’s your baby boy?” He sat behind you, taking the bottle of lotion and pouring some on your back. 

“He went to get ice cream.” You claimed then moaned at his hands, touching your back. His hand slipped inside your bikini top, smearing some lotion on the underside of your breast. “Yuta, you can’t do this. My bikini is white.” 

The guy had to chuckle before kissing your shoulder. “You’ll get wet anyway.” 

Shotaro sat in front of you, holding a cone of vanilla ice cream. “This is the only flavor available.” You held his hand, licking the cream seductively while staring at him. He lightly coughed and squirmed in his seat. Some cream was on your lips as you darted your tongue out to lick it. His eyes followed the wet muscle. “God, noona, you’re hot.” 

“Want me to show you something cold, Sho?” He quickly nodded. You held his hand, asking him to follow you. “Do you want to come Yuta?”   

He smirked. “Make Sho come first.” 

The guy leaned on his chair before Haechan sat on the chair beside his. “Where are noona and Taro going?” 

“Probably getting ice cream.” Haechan even claimed that he saw Shotaro buying one. “She doesn’t like vanilla.” Yuta said with a smirk. 

Jaemin lightly coughed. “That’s sexy.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” Both teenagers nodded even conversing about how they talk who among the hyung’s girlfriends are hot and you leading the 00 liners’ poll. 

Yuta smiled. See? It’s definitely your fault. 

#smut #nct smut #shotaro smut #nct shotaro smut #shotaro osaki smut #yuta nakamoto smut #yuta smut #nct yuta smut

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover | Mob!Steve Rogers

I saw this post  by @rosierose-e​ and got inspired to write this mob! Steve Rogers smut. All mistakes are my own. 

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! Love you all and appreciate the support immensely! Thank you :) 

Warning: Smut!!! NSFW choking, cockwarming, swearing

Part Two

Word Count: 5k

You squinted as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weight of the false lashes a foreign feeling on your eyes. You felt like a clown. This was not you at all. You wore the basics: some foundation, concealer, blush, mascara and if you were really feeling fancy a lip gloss. But nothing heavy. One, your skin was unforgiving and if you went heavier than the BB cream you used you would have pimples for days. Two, in your line of work heavy makeup just wasn’t ideal. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” You looked up in the mirror to see the rookie Peter Parker getting into the van behind you. Peter was sweet, a little naive, but a good agent nonetheless. He had joined the force about three months ago and Director Fury had insisted he learn from the best, so now he was your partner for the remainder of the year. 

“Thanks, Pete.” You sighed as you straightened up, pulling the hem of the skin tight black dress down only to have it bunch up again. “I feel ridiculous.” 

“Well you don’t look it.” He handed you a cup of coffee and you took it with a grateful smile. You needed all the caffeine you could get tonight. 

Tonight you were going undercover at the notorious Red White and Blue Gala hosted by none other than notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. It was his lame attempt and pretending to be an upstanding citizen but hosting an event in honor of the men and women in service. A good cause but for a bad reason. It was rumored that more than just helpful charity happened at this event. 

 You and the rest of your team had been tailing Rogers for close to two years. Trying to get anything to tie the bastard down to all the crimes you knew his organization was behind. But he was good at his job. Leaving no trace evidence that could link any of the nefarious acts back to him. 

He was a cocky son of a bitch and you wanted to be the one to nail him. 

Peter glanced down at the watch on his wrist before clapping his hands together. “Almost showtime, partner.” 

You felt your hands get clammy as the nerves started to wrack your body. You had done undercover work before in the last seven years you’ve been a part of the force but there was something different about this one. Something more dangerous. Steve Rogers was a dangerous man. 

You turned back to the mirror and fixed your hair and makeup one last time before letting out a long breath. You again tried to pull down the hem of the dress but with no avail. You wanted badly to be mad at the catering company that you had been able to infiltrate but you knew that this was probably the work of Rogers. Sick bastard. 

You slipped on the four inch heels they gave you and you nearly stumbled into Peter as you tried to take a step. Heels. Another thing not usually worn in your line of business. 

“Okay, this is a listening device.” Peter explained as he pinned a small but beautiful butterfly pin on your right breast. You couldn’t help but chuckle as his hands fumbled as he accidentally grazed over where your nipple would be. “Sorry.” 

“It’s a boob, Parker. It’s fine.” Peter just nodded before finishing pinning it. 

“Anyway,” he continued. “It’ll be recording everything that we need and coming right back here to my feed in the van. It’s small enough that it won’t get detected by any scanners. Unfortunately we won’t be able to communicate but if you say ‘pineapple’ we’ll come in and get you out.” 

“Pineapple.” You said more to yourself than to Peter. 

“Pineapple. And I mean, Y/N. Anything starts to get fishy you get out of there. Roger’s is ruthless.” 

“I know.” You patted his shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, rook.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed you out the van. “Kick ass, partner.” 

You gave him a small salute before turning around and following another group of girls dressed just like you into the expansive mansion in front of you. 

You tried not to be too awestruck as you took in the structure of the building. It looked like something out of an old mystery novel. The entire place was dark. Dark wood and dark furniture. The lights all a dimmed tan light that fed into the mysterious atmosphere. Your eyes darted to the artwork that littered the wall, all depictions of a fall from grace. 

Is that how you see yourself, Rogers? A fallen angel? 

“Hey!” You snapped back to attention as a frantic voice called over to you. “What the hell are you doing? Get to the kitchen.” 

You bit your tongue as you glared at the rude man before following the rest of the women into the kitchen. 

Dressed all like you, there were probably about twenty other women there. All of them easily could have been supermodels. The rude man pushed you towards a group of about three of them who were all balancing drinks on a tray. 

“Grab one and go.” The man, Stan you gathered from his nametag, said before turning to another group of women. You picked up a tray and prayed to all powers in the universe that the combination of full glasses of wine and these heels didn’t cause you to completely embarrass yourself. 

The ballroom was huge. You suddenly felt very small as you wandered around the room, offering drinks to some of New York’s most high profile residents. You kept your eyes peeled for the familiar mob boss. Your heart rate sped up as you noticed him across the room, chatting with a beautiful woman. You watched as he leaned down and whispered something to her, causing her to blush before playfully pushing his shoulder. He just smirked before turning his attention to the man on the other side of him-Clint Barton, completely ignoring her now, but she still stayed by his side watching his every move. 

Pathetic. 

You had to get to him. Get him alone and get him talking. But how? 

“Well aren’t you the prettiest thing in the room.” You felt yourself stiffen as a pair of hands wandered down your back and rested on your hip. The smell of expensive cologne attacking your senses. 

Slowly you turned around to find James “Bucky” Barnes looking at you like a predator to its prey. Bucky, was Steve’s right hand man. His best friend. He was handsome. Dark hair, even darker blue eyes and a smirk, that if he was anyone else, would have your panties melted off before you could even blink. You glanced down at the infamous metal arm that was hidden underneath an expensive suit jacket, but his hand flexed slightly as he noticed you looking at it. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You forced out. “Can I offer you a drink?” You pushed the tray between the two of you in offering and also creating more space. 

“No, I’m all set, doll.” He raised his glass of scotch. “Just wanted to talk to a pretty thing like you.” 

“There are plenty of other beautiful women here.” You said, your voice slightly cold. You hoped he would get the hint. 

“None quite like you.” He smirked and you fought everything in you to roll your eyes. 

“Does that line actually work?” 

Bucky took a step back at your bluntness. You see out of the corner of your eye, Rogers and Barton start to head towards the door. You had to make a move, because if he left to go do business he might not come back down for a while. 

“It was nice talking to you, Mr. Barnes.” You quickly moved past him, ignoring his short “wait”. You rushed, but not too obviously, towards where Steve was heading. If you went fast enough you could cut him off. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you tripped over your heels, the tray in your hand shooting forward and the glasses of red wine landing square on Steve Rogers’ suit. 

“What the fuck?” The room went silent at his angry outburst. You stumbled as you tried to stand up, but were immediately hoisted up when his large hands wrapped around the tops of your arms. 

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You sputtered. For a moment you forgot where you were. Why you were here. His blue eyes, dark with fury, scanned your face as he held your arms. You had never really taken a good look at him. All pictures in his file weren’t anything special or high definition. But now, seeing him up close? You were beginning to understand the woman from earlier giddiness. 

He was beautiful. 

You bit your lip as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. You suddenly felt very aware of your body and the fact that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. 

“Go.” He pushed you towards the door he had been walking to with Barton. You walked through the door with shaky legs as you heard him mutter something to Barton before following you. 

“Sir, I’m so-” 

“Shut up.” He growled as he stepped through the door, the heavy wood slamming shut behind him. “Walk.” 

You hesitated. You didn’t know where he wanted you to walk to. Grumbling, Steve once again pushed you forward and you just started walking down the hallway. As you walked down you noticed a door that was slightly ajar. You glanced in while walking past and took note of the firearms and drugs that were very obviously there.

“Keep. Walking.” Steve’s voice was harsh in your ear before you heard him slam the door shut. 

“Yes, sir.” you muttered. 

The two of you continued to walk until you made it to the room at the end of the hall. Tentatively you opened it, waiting for any different direction, but Steve remained silent behind you so you continued. 

The room was...different. It was very different from the dark vibe of the rest of the house. There was a large bay window to your left that overlooked the back of the house that homed a large garden and pool. The walls were painted a soft beige and the furniture a lighter wood than the rest of the house. Even the bed was covered in a white duvet that looked like a cloud just waiting to be jumped on. It was homey. It was nice. 

“Mr. Rogers-” 

“Who do you work for?” He demanded, shutting the door. 

You froze. You tried hard to make sure your face didn’t give away anything as he stared you down. You didn’t let your gaze falter as he stalked closer to you. 

“Lee’s Catering.” You answered earnestly. 

“Bullshit.” He was now only a foot away from you. His broad shoulders heaving as he raked you up and down. “I know every single girl that works for Stan. I’ve never seen you before. So answer me again and honestly this time. Who the fuck do you work for?” 

“So he’s not allowed to hire new girls?” You snapped, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. 

Fuck. 

“Watch your tone with me, sweetheart. You’re on very thin ice right now.” He closed the final gap between the two of you and you gasped when his hand went around your throat, but not tightening enough to cut off any oxygen. 

“That old bat isn’t allowed to hire anyone that I haven’t vetted.” He hissed in your ear. You shuttered as the vibrato of his voice sent shivers straight down to your core. 

“Please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as your eyes pleaded with him. 

Steve opened his mouth but nothing came out, his nose brushed along the curve of your neck and you sucked in a breath as his mouth latched onto the sensitive spot underneath your jaw. 

“Strip.” He commanded, pushing you back causing you to fall onto the bed. 

“What?” 

“Take off your fucking clothes so I can see if you’re wired.” He snapped. You slowly pulled at the hem of your dress before drawing it up your body and over your head. Before you could fully get it off he stopped you. Your heart stopped as he reached over to the butterfly pin and pulled it off the dress. You watched in horror as he walked to his door, opening it and calling out to someone at the end of the hall. 

“Yeah boss?” You tried to see him, but Steve’s frame was blocking the small opening in the door. 

“Take this and run a test. Let me know if it’s bugged.” He demanded before closing the door. When he turned around he raised an expectant eyebrow at you letting you know you still had to take off the dress. You resumed your actions and turned your face away when his eyes flared at the matching set of red lingerie you had on underneath. 

“See? No wires.” You whispered. 

Steve didn’t say anything as he stalked towards you, rolling up the sleeves to the dress shirt he had on. Your body flushed as he leaned over you, his strong arms resting on either side of your chest. Slowly, he moved on hand to the strap of your bra before lowering it down off your shoulder. His thumb brushed over your pebbling nipple and you wanted to smack the smirk that formed on his face straight off. 

“I better double check you’re not hiding anything anywhere.” He muttered before pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing your left breast. You shuttered as his thumb brushed over it again, this time with no barrier. His mouth was hot as wrapped his lips around the bud, causing you to let out an unwilling moan. Your hips bucked up as his tongue expertly ran over your nipple. His deftly unclipped your bra and moved his mouth to your other breast and continued the same assault. His hands moved down to your hips to steady them from bucking against his growing member. 

“Hmm, looks like we’re clear up here.” He chuckled as his lips moved up to your jaw before capturing your mouth with his. 

The kiss was fiery and embarrassingly so sent a wave of pleasure down to your aching core. You moaned into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving it a tight tug. Steve growled at your movements as he fully leaned into you now, his muscular thighs trapping yours on the bed. 

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it in to find his own. You nearly came as Steve moaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on you and pulling you up to meet his rutting hips. Using all your strength you spun the two of you around, your mouths still connected, so you were now straddling his pelvis. You pulled away from the kiss and sat up. 

Steve slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blown in desire as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. You began to unbutton his wine stained shirt, running your hands over his porcelain skin when it was fully opened. You traced your fingers over the tattoos that littered his abs and ribs. You took pleasure in the fact that Steve would shiver with every pass of your fingertip. 

“I’m sorry about the stain, Mr. Rogers.” You said innocently, leaning down, your breasts pushed together as they rested on his now bare chest. 

“You should be, princess.” His voice was deep. You let out a small yelp as one of his hands gave a harsh slap to your ass. “This is an expensive shirt. And don’t even get me started on the trousers.” 

You hummed in understanding as you gave tiny kisses across his jaw and neck, taking time to suck on the skin around his collarbone. Your hands wandered down his body till they came in contact with the trousers in question. Slowly you sat up, running your hands over the stain on his pants but your eyes never leaving his. 

“I hope you can get the stain out.” You licked your lips as you moved your body down his own until your face was directly by his crotch and the stain. You sucked on the stain near his cock and smiled when his member jumped in his briefs. You slowly pulled down his pants until he was just in his underwear, his cock trying so hard to break free from it’s confines. 

Steve groaned as you finally freed his aching member. You gave the tip a little kitten lick as you looked up at him. He was now resting his weight on his arms as he leaned back and watched you in absolute wonder. You brushed your thumb across the tip, dragging the precum that had gathered there down the rest of his shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth. But you wanted to torture him a bit more. 

You ran your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, while your hand squeezed lightly at the base. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue playing with the slit there before pulling back with a pop. 

“Mhmm, tasty.” You continued treating him like your own personal lollipop, but never fully enveloping his dick in your mouth. 

“Sweetheart, either fucking suck it like I know you can or I’ll shove it down your fucking throat.” Steve wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced your head up. “Got it?” 

You didn’t respond, instead you finally took him into your mouth. You pushed past your gag reflex and took him all the way in until your nose brushed against the hairs on his naval. 

“Oh fuck.” Steve’s voice praised as he started moving his hips, fucking his cock down the back of your throat. 

Your eyes watered as you let him use your throat as his own little fuck toy. You reached between your legs trying to relieve the tension that was building there. You moaned around his cock as your fingers toyed with your clit. 

“Shit, I wanna come in that fucking pussy.” He moaned as he pulled you off the floor and threw you back on the bed. You laid back, your fingers moving back to your clit as you watched him fully take off his clothes. He watched you with interest as you moved your lace panties to the side and slid a finger up your slit, gathering your juices before gently rubbing your clit again. He ran his hands up your legs before grabbing your hand and stopping your actions. 

“This,” He patted harshly against your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. “Is mine. Don’t touch, unless I tell you to.” 

“Yes, sir.” You moaned as his fingers replaced yours. Your back arched as he dipped one finger into your hole. 

“Fuck, baby. When was the last time somebody fucked this little cunt? You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He moaned, watching as your pussy greedily closed around his finger. 

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” Steve’s eyes met yours and for a moment he looked like a man that you might actually want to be with. His cold exterior was gone and replaced with a man who was just as lustfully lost as you were. 

“I want your cock now. Please.” you cried out as he slipped another finger in. Your body bucking as he curled his fingers up hitting that spot that so few had been able to get to with you. 

“Yeah? My little slut wants daddy’s cock to fill her up?” He leaned over you, capturing your lips again. You moaned into his mouth at his words. You never admitted it to anyone but you always had a little bit of a daddy kink. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over you. 

“Please, daddy.” You whimpered against his lips as your hips bucked against his. “Please fuck me.” 

Steve chuckled darkly, kissing you quickly again, before ripping your panties clean off your body. You didn’t even care that he just ruined the most expensive pair of underwear you owned. You just needed his cock in you now. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him lineup his cock with your dripping hole, slowly pushing the head into your tight channel. You both let out moans as he bottomed out. He fell forward, his forehead resting against yours. You whined as you tried to move your hips against his but he just forced them down with his hands. 

“Steve!” You all but screamed. “Please.” 

“Patience, baby.” He said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Squeezing daddy’s cock so good. I just need a minute.” 

You let out a humph as you continued to buck your hips against his. 

“What the fuck did I just say?” He growled, he leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Don’t be a fucking brat.” 

You opened your mouth to apologize but it was overtaken as you let out a yelp as he pulled himself out before slamming his cock back into you. You threw your head back as he fucked into you relentlessly, his hand tightening around your throat. You were in a state of euphoria as his cock dragged in and out of your walls. 

“Oh my god.” You mewl as he continues to completely destroy your pussy. Before you could process what’s happening, Steve flips you over so your face is pushed into the fluffy comforter. He pulls your hips back so your ass is in the air and he easily slides back into you. 

“Tight little cunt fucking loves my cock.” You cry out as his hand delivers a slap against your ass before moving to your hips and pushing you back onto his dick. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. 

“Daddy!” You call out. Steve leans over and pulls you up by your neck, causing your back to be flush with his front as he fucks up into you. His other hand moves down to play with your clit. 

“Are you gonna come baby girl? I feel your pussy milking my cock. You wanna come?” He growls in your ear. “Huh? You wanna come all over my cock?” 

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” 

“I’m so close, princess.” He drops his head into the crook of your neck. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock, make daddy come with you.” 

You feel that familiar feeling in your tummy as your orgasm approaches. 

“Shit.” You breathe out as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Steve’s fingers move faster against your clit. You cry out as your orgasm finally crashes over you. Steve lets out a groan as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum shooting inside your walls. 

“You feel so good.” He breathes as his orgasm dies down. You hum in agreement but you’re too tired to say anything else. You close your eyes as you feel Steve lower your both to the bed. You whimper as he pulls out of you. 

“I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you just give him a nod. You’re completely incoherent. Totally fucked out. He’s gone for a couple minutes and you hear the water in the bathroom running before he comes back. With your eyes closed you don’t see how he pauses at the side of bed, appreciating the curves of your body as you curled yourself under one of his many blankets. 

You whine as you feel him move the blanket before running a washcloth between your legs. “Steve?” 

“Yes, princess?” You hate that your stomach flutters at the nickname. 

“Don’t leave.” You mutter, closing your eyes once more. 

Steve doesn’t respond for a second and at first you think that he’s going to leave but then you feel the bed dip and a strong arm pulling you close. You smile to yourself as your hand lands on top of his. 

“Get some rest.” He whispers in your ear. 

“Mmkay.” you hum and you don’t know if it’s your imagination or not but you swore you felt Steve smile against your skin. 

You wake with a jolt. You glance at the clock and curse silently. You’ve been asleep for two hours. You turn over and see Steve still there, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. You find yourself staring at his long eyelashes and how they rest gently along the tops of his cheek. He doesn’t look like a scary mob boss here. He looks human. He looks peaceful. 

“I can feel you staring.” Steve opens one eye and gives you a small smile. “Like what you see?” 

You gasp as he grabs you and has you straddle his hips. You rest your hands easily on his chest and stare down at him, smirking as you feel his cock start to stir. 

“Hmmm, I love these.” His hands reach up and twist at your nipples causing you to bite back a moan. 

“Steve…” 

“And your pussy is so responsive to me, princess. It’s like it was made for me.” He rubs his thumb across your clit. “I can feel how wet you are again.” 

“Well you’re playing with my clit. Of course I’m gonna get wet.” You retort. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at you. “You really think being sassy is in your best interest?” 

You roll your eyes but don’t respond. Steve grumbles before lifting you up a bit and impaling you on his now hard cock. 

“Fuck!” You slap his chest and Steve chuckles. Nonetheless you start rocking your hips against his. 

“Nuh uh,” Steve tuts. He holds your hips still. “You’re just gonna sit here like this. Keep me nice and warm.” 

“Steveeee.” You whine, lowering your head to his chest. 

“Don’t be such a brat then.” He growls. You raise your head to look at him and even though his words are tough, his eyes are soft. And for a moment your taken back. “So sit still for daddy.” 

You groan but stay still. Steve runs his fingers up and down your back, tracing patterns along your skin and you hum in appreciation. Your peaceful moment is upended though when his phone rings on the nightstand next to him. 

“Rogers.” He answers quickly. You stay quiet as you hear the voice on the other end of the line talk about the product movement. You smirk to yourself as Steve begins to discuss logistics, completely ignoring your presence. 

“I’m a little busy, Stark.” Tony Stark? As in Mayor of the city Tony Stark? He was in on this too. “I’ll call you back.” Steve threw his phone back on the nightstand and brought your face up to his to pull you into a searing kiss. 

“Please, daddy?” You say against his lips. You start rocking your hips again and this time, Steve doesn’t stop you. 

You're a moaning mess as Steve’s hips snap up yours, your orgasm fast approaching. 

“Gonna cum already?” 

“Yes, yes! Oh god, I’m so close!” You breathe as he quickens his pace. 

“Cum, baby girl. Make a mess on daddy.” He groans, his head tipping back. 

“Steve!” You choke out as your body spasms with pleasure. Steve comes quickly after you and you shutter as you feel his seed leaking out of your worn out hole. 

You lay your head down on his chest again and try to gather your thoughts. You need to get out of here. 

“I should go.” You whisper, sitting up. Steve’s cock is still inside you and you almost don’t want to leave because you feel so full. 

“I wanna see you again.” He runs his fingers across your cheek. The sense of power you feel seeing the country’s biggest mob boss underneath you, drunk on your sex is overwhelming. You love the feeling. 

“You will. Soon.” You lean down and give him a deep kiss. “I promise.” You peck his lips once more before gathering your clothes from the floor. 

Slipping on your shoes you give him one last wink before hurrying out the door and down the hall. You manage to find a way to the kitchen without having to walk through the rest of the party and you sneak out behind a delivery man who brought in a ridiculously large ice sculpture. 

Once you're outside you take your heels off and run towards the van down the street. You hurriedly knock on the back, checking your surroundings to make sure no one sees you. Peter opens the door and he looks like he’s seen a ghost when he sees you. 

“Y/N!” He pulls you into the van. “Oh my god, I was getting worried. When we heard him say that he wanted to check the pin I had to turn off the devices so they wouldn’t get traced. And then you didn’t come out. But Fury said that you would be fine but man, I was so nervous and-”

“Parker, shut up and hand me a piece of paper.” You clapped your hands together, pulling him out of his ramble. Peter nodded and handed you a pen and paper watching intently as you started writing down everything you overheard on the phone call. 

“What is this?” 

“Rogers is working with Stark and they're moving some sort of product tomorrow.” You said proudly.

“How did you...this is huge!” 

“My Ma always said that there are two ways to get to a man. One is through his stomach and the other is in his pants.” You shrugged. 

“And I’m guessing you didn’t make him a grilled cheese sandwich.” Peter makes a face. 

“Not exactly.” You laugh. “Now let’s go. We gotta get this to Fury.” 

Part 2

#chris evans imagine #steve rogers imagine #chris evans smut #steve rogers smut #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #stever rogers x reader smut

[riddikulus-writings]

Take A Nap

A/N: So yeah. I have a long, in depth fic for these two that's chock full of secrets and fluff and Actual Backstory but for some reason all I can write is smut. This is part two to Escapades and takes place just after the police van rolled down that hill. Also, can someone let me know if that link I tried doesn’t work? I’m still new to writing on this blue hellsite

Word Count: 1734

Pairing: Rick Flag x Female Reader [Codename Nyx, after the Greek Goddess]

Warnings: Still not really any plot, sorry guys. The plot for this is hidden elsewhere. Vaginal fingering. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Rick still won't shut up but he really should, though, people are trying to sleep. Choking. Uh, nothing makes sense, really? Movie innacuracies due to the fact this is now a bigger vehicle than the hippie van they were cruising around in, but the same concept still applies. 

Apparently, the van was on fire. One by one they stepped from the wreckage, walking out into the road, weapons in hand. Nyx wished she could’ve taken a picture, because she was positive they probably looked pretty cool.

Disoriented. Possibly concust. But cool.

And suddenly, rolling to a stop, was the small dusty van they'd rode to town in. Abner was in the open slider door, waving them in. DuBois puffed out his chest, "Alright. To Jotunheim."

"Not yet," Rick stopped him, "There's something else we need to do first."

"Stop standing like you have an American Flag waving behind you and get in the fucking mini bus, Flag."

Nyx's voice shook him out of his reverie; he was the last one outside. He jogged to catch the bus before it began moving faster, piling in the door and sliding it shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Nyx, seated in the very back. Rick beelined for her through the others and took up the space on her right. Peacemaker called to him from a seat up, "So, where are we going, now?"

"The Mayor's mansion in town," Rick told him, "We need to get Harley."

"Oh, I miss her," Nyx mused quietly.

Oh yeah. Rick cringed to himself, remembering the three missions he, Nyx and Harley had been on before he’d requested to Waller that Harley be benched more often than not. The first had gone by fine, minimal issues. The second was better. No deaths, no infighting amongst the Squad. Nyx had loosened up around other people by then and banter even happened. And the third--

Ain’t it normally the gal makin’ heart eyes at the guy and not the other way around, Ricky?

He’d shaken his head and given Harley a stern glare for assuming things. Harley had simply given him her smuggest million dollar grin and continued about her own business and not his.

“Suicide Squad to Mr. Flag,” a hand was waving in his eyes, slowly coming into focus. It was Nyx’s hand, but Cleo’s heavily accented voice, “What’s the plan?”

Rick cleared his throat, looking among his teammates, “Peacemaker high up, across the street. Sniper for any possible danger. Cleo,” he pointed at her, “Abner and, uh… Sebastian… are around back. Take out any guards back there. DuBois scales the wall to the top, Nyx and I keep watch.”

“Question,” Nyx raised her hand up, “Why can’t we just walk in the front door?”

"That would give us away," Peacemaker told her blatantly, "Instant capture. Dumb idea."

"You're a dumb idea," she retorted, "Actually, a bad idea was bringing you along."

Whoa. Everyone's eyebrows shot up, "Nyx, what the fuck? No infighting. Knock it off," Rick's voice was low but firm with authority.

"He's-- he's got bad vibes about him," Nyx's words slurred, "I-I just don't like him."

"No one does," DuBois told her, patting the very quiet Peacemaker on the shoulder, "Everyone try to get some rest before we get to town. It's going to be a while."

The rest of the team hunkered down in their seats, leaning against their respective windows or leaning forward with their heads against the seat ahead of them. Cleo snuggled into Nanaue's side, and Peacemaker went as far as laying completely flat on his back, his thick splayed legs hanging in the aisle.

Rick reached over and tugged Nyx across the bench seat they were seated on, sliding her into his side, "What’s up between you and Peacemaker?" His voice was quiet, muffled against the hair at her temple.

She ducked away from him a little, tucking her head under his chin, "I've been with him a bit longer than you have. I just… can't explain it but I don't like him. He makes me uneasy."

Rick's thumb started rubbing circles in her hip, "So many trust issues."

"I have my reasonings," she yawned up at him, "Secret reasonings."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he whispered, grabbing her chin with his free hand so he could look her in the eye. The dim moonlight through the window made her eyes seem almost black, "Extra secret reasonings, huh?"

Nyx leaned closer, staring at his mouth instead of his eyes, "Top secret."

Rick hummed in agreement and closed the gap, sealing his mouth over hers. He wasted no time dipping his tongue into her mouth, drinking in her moans before they could get too loud. He gently pushed on her, laying her down across the length of the seat. Rick followed her down, nestling himself between her legs. Nyx planted a foot on the seat beside Rick’s thigh as he hitched the other into the crook of his elbow, “Gonna be quiet?” he asked quietly, lightly peppering kisses down her neck. Sucking on her now-exposed collarbone.

She whined, a breathless whisper as she nodded desperately, trying to grind her hips against something. Rick moved back up, his free hand moving around her neck, “Quiet.”

He slowly lowered her leg, her boot softly hitting the floor. Rick sent a sidelong glance through the rest of the dark bus, and so far no one had moved from their previous positions. Thank God for that. What a sight they’d wake up to; Nyx spread over the only bench seat here, Rick looming over her, a hand around her throat. They’d either think he was trying to kill her, or get very uncomfortable very fast and ask him to stop.

Which, he wasn’t about to do whether someone woke up or not.

He turned his attention back to the panting woman beneath him, raising an eyebrow at the grin spread over her face. The more pressure he applied to her throat, the wider her lips spread. His right hand worked at the buttons of her black pants, “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, “There’s other people on this bus.” Rick snaked his hand down the front of her pants, stroking down her dripping sex, “All for me?”

“That is you,” she panted out, grabbing the back of his head to pull him down for another searing kiss. When he scooped his cum back up with two fingers and pushed them inside, Nyx bit his bottom lip so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood. He leaned into it, pushing his tongue on her mouth again as he worked his fingers and scissored her open.

“Quiet,” he admonished, again, pressing his free hand against her throat once more. He pinned her to the seat, squeezing his hand as tight as he’d let himself, “Gonna wake everyone up,” he breathed out, his nose brushing against hers.

Again, Nyx’s grin grew, her pearly teeth glowing in the shards of moonlight passing through the windows, “Good.”

Rick almost growled but couldn’t without fear of waking someone up. Instead he buried his face in her shoulder, “Fuckin’ filthy little thing,” he repeated, curling his fingers against that certain spongy spot he’d found that made her grind hard into the palm of his hand, “Gonna be a good girl and keep me in there?” She whined out a high pitched yes but otherwise stayed breathless, quiet pants crawling up her throat and Rick wanted nothing more than to shove his cock in her open mouth. He pulled up from her neck, almost sneering with the strain of trying to stay quiet as he worked his thumb up to the peak of her cunt, “Want you to cum all over my hand, sweetheart. Gonna do that for me? See if you can stay quiet.”

“Bastard,” was the whimper he got.

“That’s not very nice,” he told her, pressing his thumb hard on her clit. Her arm suddenly flew up to cover her face, Nyx burying her face in the crook of her elbow as Rick buried a third finger deep in her cunt, his thumb rubbing fast circles. He moved his hand from her throat, sliding it instead to her hip to hold her down as she bucked into his hand, “C’mon, almost there. I got you,” he muttered.

Her hips stuttered, low whines coming muffled by her elbow. She was choking his fingers and he had to remove one so he could keep them moving, working her through her orgasm. Rick’s hand got soaked suddenly and she went limp, her only movement coming from her chest that moved with rapid breaths, “Bitch.”

Rick tugged her arm from her face as he slid his hand from her pants, “What’s the matter, Nyx?”

“I--” she panted out, “hate being-- quiet.”

He flashed her a bright grin and tugged her pants back into place, giving her stomach a gentle pat, “You didn’t have to,” a quick peck on the lips, “But it would’ve been a bit awkward for the others. Especially when I wouldn’t stop.” Another whimper, and he raised an eyebrow at her, but simply stuck his fingers in his mouth.

“I’m going to sleep,” she whispered, dropping her hand off the side of the seat. Her knuckles brushed the floor. The other arm folded behind her head.

“I sure fuckin’ hope so,” DuBois grumbled from somewhere up front. “You two are disgusting.”

"No one told you to listen," Rick shot back, his whisper loud enough for DuBois to hear over Nyx's stifled giggles. Rick was grinning, though; thankfully Bloodsport couldn't see it.

"Someone needs to nap," Nyx murmured, a small smirk plastered over her mouth, "He sounds cranky."

“You ain't laying down there,” Rick suddenly tugged her back up to snuggle into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he scooted them both to the end of the seat, “Leanin’ or layin’?”

“Lay,” she yawned.

He turned and pressed his back to the window, head lolling to the side to lean on the seat. After some shuffling, she was between his legs, back to his chest. HIs arms wrapped around her, one leg from each of them on the seat and the other leg on the floor. They looked like they had the same boots on. Nyx nuzzled her head into his shoulder, “Y’smell nice…”

“I smell like jungle and sweat,” he chuckled, his laugh vibrating through her, “And blood. Go to sleep.”

And they both dozed off like that, just as they had several times before on Nyx’s couch. Their breathing evened, Nyx drooling a little onto Rick’s bicep. Rick shifted in his sleep and snugged her closer to his chest.

#Rick Flag #Rick Flag x reader #Rick Flag x female reader #rick flag smut #the suicide squad #Rick Flag The Suicide Squad #dc #dceu #suicide squad fan fiction #suicide squad fanfiction #rick flag imagine #rick flag one shot #dceu fan fiction

[mayraki]

“enemies?” - jj maybank

-> sebastianstahn’s gif!

summary: it was clear that their smiliar strong attitudes didn’t fit together, or at least that’s what they thought until someone hurts her and he doesn’t even hesitate on protecting her.

inspired by this post by @whumpster-dumpster and all those reblogs!

warning: jj and y/n being mean. violence, fights, and cursing

masterlist

“Asshole.”

“Idiot.”

“Dumbass.”

“Stupid.”

JJ and you were throwing insults at each other after a silly fight you two had. All the Pogues thought it was silly after all, but it wasn’t for you and JJ. Everything that one did was annoying for the other, and it would just transform into a fight or just rolling eyes annoyed at the other’s actions. It didn’t matter that at the morning you two were laughing with the Pogues after a fun morning riding the waves, it would always end up with you two screaming at each other and ruining the moment for everyone.

It was a normal morning with you and the Pogues riding the waves like always. You were sitting on your surfing board looking at Kie with a smile while she was riding the wave like a fucking pro. You clapped screaming in excitement when she swam closer to you. “That’s what’s up dude!” You yelled and Kie let out a laugh.

“I want to see the real pro ride the wave now.” She answered and you smiled. Without giving Kie an answer you paddled with your hands more deeper into the ocean and waited for the perfect wave. You could feel your heart beating a little bit faster than usual. You loved those excited nerves you always had before riding a wave. You loved it so much that you couldn’t even wait for the next one, even if you were having currently one.

You saw from a far a wave that was big enough for you to ride. So without hesitating, you paddled towards it and prepared your body to ride it like there was no tomorrow. You took the opportunity to stand on your surfing board as the wave was getting closer and closer, to the point that it was already in front of you, waiting for you to ride it.

Your feet were ready to feel the wave and your body to move along with it, but instead, someone quickly moving in front of you caught you off guard, making you lose your balance and fall into the water, almost hitting your head with your board in the process.

You swam to the surface to see who was the person who stole your wave, ready to go off on their face, and the one you saw didn’t surprised you at all.

Once your feet touched the sand you dropped your board and turned around, waiting for the boy to get out of the water. Kie, who saw what just happened was now walking towards you.

“Hey, dude, let it go.” She said seeing your expression. She knew that exact face you were making, that anger in your eyes and your impatient foot going up and down. Kie knew what was coming, just like it went every day.

“Fuck that.” You said once you saw the dumb blonde boy you had so much anger in your body for walk towards where you and Kie where. “He stole my wave when I was already riding it, everyone knows you don’t do that here. He’s going to hear what I have to say.” Your firm tone made Kie understand that you weren’t going to let it go. But before she could say anything else, the blonde boy was already close enough to hear your words. “Was that funny to you?”

JJ, who was now shaking his wet hair looked at you confused and then looked back, checking if you were talking to him. “Do you see me laughing?”

“You stole my fucking wave.” You took a step forward to be more closer to JJ, who let out a grin once he looked down and nodded.

“Oh, right. That was pretty funny.”

“Wow.” You let out a fake laugh. “You love so much being the troublemaker, don’t you? The attention you seek is so sad. I feel sorry for you.”

“Why don’t you move along and leave me the fuck alone, Kook?” He said in a mocking tone since he knew you hated being called that.

At this point, you were so close to him that you could see the grin on his face more clearer now. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

He nodded looking at you straight in the eyes. “Takes one to know one.” He said getting closer to your face. You had the sudden urge to push him but before you could do something, you felt Kie grabbing your arm and pulling you away from JJ.

“What’s going on?” Pope asked appearing from the waves.

“What do you think it’s going on?” John B asked behind him. “Probably JJ and Y/n going at each other again, like always.”

And John B was right; ‘like always.’

It happened so often that everyone just rolled their eyes and continued with their days while you and him were throwing mean words at each other. It was so common that if it didn’t happen, it felt like something was missing from the day. But it wasn’t like you two hated each other... well, maybe it was. But it was more the fact that you two had too firm attitudes, so similar, that when they met each other they didn’t fit well. And until this day, nothing changed.

“Would you just shut up?” He said annoyed at you while you were talking to Kie, on that other morning at the Chateau.

You turned to him with a disgust expression. “Why would I do what you want? Asshole.” You rolled your eyes before turning to Kie, who just sighed knowing what was about to come.

“We were having a fun conversation until you spoke.” JJ shrugged his shoulders with a little proud smirk.

“About what? The girl that you took to your bed the other night? Yeah, real interesting and new.” You said sarcastically.

“That’s what you need. To get a good laid.” JJ pointed at you. “Too bad your perfect Kook boyfriend can’t give you that.” You felt your heart dropped to you stomach once you heard his words. Kie quickly got up from the chair right after you did, trying to ignore that pain you were feeling in your chest.

“Guys-” Pope said before getting up from the chair and walking between you and JJ. “Stop it. Really, it’s getting very tiring listening to you guys.”

“Blame JJ, he fucking started it.”

“You were the one who talked with your annoying voice, it’s not my fault my ears can’t take it.”

“You’re the annoying one.” You felt your heart beating faster than usual. You didn’t want to let JJ know that his words were starting to hurt you, you couldn’t let that happen. “Just because you aren’t happy here doesn’t mean that you get to take it out on other people!”

“Y/n...” Kie said noticing the hurt in your voice.

“Why don’t you just go back to your perfect huge fucking mansion with your perfect arrogant boyfriend and leave us the fuck alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled like you never yelled before. After flipping your middle finger at JJ, you walked out of the Chateau followed by Kie who shook her head to JJ seconds later.

Pope turned to him before letting out a big sigh. “What?” JJ asked confused after watching his best friend’s face.

“Sometimes you’re just too blind and stupid.”

“What did I do?!” JJ asked now turning to John B who was at the kitchen shaking his head.

“Didn’t you hear?” He asked but JJ quickly shook his head. “Her mom moved out a week ago.” John B said softly. “And Rafe broke up with her a week later, because he believes she isn’t a ‘kook material’ anymore. Sarah told me.”

“Too bad.” JJ shrugged his shoulders pretending to not care. He didn’t want to show a soft spot for you and keep his annoyed expression, but this time something clicked inside of him and that strong attitude he had for you somehow didn’t appear on that moment. “She still has a lot. Things that we could only imagine.” He sat down on the couch, leaving his feet on top of the coffee table with the intention to lose himself on his phone and ignore what was going on with him, but then Pope asked softly: “Does she?”

JJ couldn’t seem to stop asking himself that question. She did. He was repeating himself that on and on. He always thought you did, you were a kook, of course you did. After that moment, he didn’t see you at all. Not even with Kie when she came back to the Chateau, or when they were all going to the Wreck to have their normal Friday free dinner that Kie’s dad would often give them.

“Kegger tonight?” John B asked wrapping his arms around Sarah.

“Fuck yeah, bro.” JJ said. He was ready to walk away from the Wreck when Pope asked behind him.

“Is Y/n ok?” He asked Kie. For some reason, JJ didn’t want to hear that conversation, so he turned around to see what John B and Sarah were doing, maybe join their conversation, but then he saw John B’s tongue going down Sarah’s throat, he thought that he didn’t have anything to add to that, so instead, he left his hands inside his pockets and looked down hoping for his ears to focus on something else. But Kie’s voice was louder than everything, or at least JJ thought of that excuse.

“I don’t know man.” Kie said. “I haven’t seen her since she left the Chateau this morning. I tried sneaking into her room but she isn’t answering.”

“Have you tried calling or texting her?”

“Pope, we don’t live in the 80’s, of course I tried that. But no luck. Hopefully she heard about the Kegger tonight, she doesn’t like to miss a party.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t. But we’re talking about a breakup- I’m not saying that I’m not happy they broke up, but, you know, can’t be easy for her.”

“I know, Pope, I know. But for now, all we can hope is that she shows up at the party, and if she doesn’t, I’ll try calling her again.”

“Sounds good.”

“Are we ready to leave or what?” John B asked clapping excited and everyone followed him to his van.

The way to the Kegger, JJ kept thinking Kie’s conversation with Pope. It was true that you and him weren’t the closest friends, not even friends most of the time, but he knew that you weren’t the type to close yourself up like that. Maybe with Pope, or John B, but Kie? That definitely wasn’t good news.

Why do you care so much now JJ? He suddenly asked to himself in his head. And the truth was, he had no fucking clue. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and on that moment noticed the music getting clearer and clearer as the van was moving.

He immediately saw teenagers dancing and drinking on the beach the moment he stepped out of the van once they arrived. It was a normal Kegger party, just like the ones before. So, like every other party, once JJ noticed where the keg was, his feet were already carrying him towards it.

“Is that Y/n?” Kie asked when JJ had his beer in hand. He turned around looking for you expecting to be hard since the beach was full, but he was horribly mistaken, it was the easiest thing.

You were dancing while you were sitting down on someone’s shoulders. Your arms were up in the air and you eyes were closed while singing the song with your entire heart. You were clearly drunk, that wasn’t something difficult to figure it out.

“I think so.” Pope said trying to see you in the dark of the night, but Kie let out a tiny smile and then nodded.

“Oh, it’s definitely Y/n.”

JJ took a sip from his beer without taking his eyes away from you. He has never seen you this drunk, even though you did like to party and have a good time. But like that... on top of some random guy shoulders, he definitely never saw you like that. Maybe the breakup with Rafe did hit you hard. “Maybe you should get her out of there.” He said not really knowing he did. He didn’t look at Kie but she definitely did look at him. She looked at him strangely, confused on why he was worrying for you or even giving a fuck about the situation at all.

“Why? She’s having fun.” This time, JJ did turned to lock eyes with Kie and noticed she had an eyebrow raised. “Why do you care?” She asked but before he could give an answer, she let out a tiny laugh and the left, to join you in the dance floor. JJ didn’t move, he kept there in his place drinking his beer not really knowing what to do with that strange feeling he was having on his stomach.

Meanwhile, the moment your feet touched the sand the same guy that had you in his shoulders wasted no time and grabbed your waist to pull you closer and enjoy the song that was playing together. You weren’t usually the type to dance with guys like this, or at least, you didn’t for a long time because you were in a relationship for as long as you can remember. This was all new for you and you wanted to be honest with yourself, you were liking it. Since the news of your breakup with Rafe started surfing around Outer Banks, specially in the Kook territory, you started to get more attention from boys. At first, that was the last thing you wanted, it still was, but the amount of alcohol you had in your system and the party itself was making you enjoy all the attention you were receiving. Your drunk self was starting to love it, maybe more than you would like.

“Having fun?” The guy asked in your ear softly. You turned around with your eyes still closed to face him with your back and get him even more closer while his hands were still glued to your waist. You nodded biting your lower lip. You opened your eyes to see with blurry eyes your friend Kie talking to some girl and you let out a tiny smile. You wondered with your eyes around the beach to see the other teenagers having fun at the party just like you, expect one. When you locked eyes with the blonde boy you were familiar with your heart skipped a beat. He had his hand inside his pocket while his other was holding his beer, but what surprised you the most was the fact that he was staring you dead in the eyes, not looking away for even a simple second.

“I’m going to have another beer.” You said without breaking the eye contact with JJ. You didn’t know what was controlling your body, or your mind to that point, but you kept staring at him waiting for him to back down and look away, and when he didn’t, you liked it even more. You grinned as you were walking towards the keg that was lonely at the corner of the beach. From the corner of your eye you noticed JJ walking towards you. A little smile escaped your lips but you covered it perfectly by taking the new cup you had in your hands towards your mouth, to take a sip of the cold beer.

“JJ!” You said once you felt him close enough to you. “Are you looking for a girl to fuck and then leave her the next morning?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He said softly and you turned to him with a grin.

“Well, there’s a lot of pretty girls here. But I’m not an asshole like you,” you paused for a second, locking eyes with him after looking around. “I would definitely call her the next morning.”

He looked up and down at you and then shook his head. “Maybe you should stop drinking.”

“Why do you care?” You spited out. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I don’t care,” he shook his head quickly and then added: “I just care that you’re acting like a fucking slut and I don’t want to associate with someone like that.”

You felt your heart dropping to your stomach since you’ve never heard him call you that, or anyone. It wasn’t like JJ to say things of the sort. But the alcohol you had in your system controlled your emotions and ate all of them. Your feet started to move towards him, making him take a step back.

“I should say the same thing to you. I should say that every fucking party, JJ. Going around with tourons like there’s no tomorrow. Kissing almost every girl. You don’t get to call me anything.”

“Rafe broke up with you days ago and you’re already acting like this? Can’t imagine what you’d do a week from now?” He let out a tiny laugh but you didn’t respond to his words immediately. It took you by surprise because you haven’t told him anything about the matter. It was true, rumors fly faster than birds around Outer Banks, but you didn’t expect the Pogues to know since it was all Kook news.

“How do you know?” You asked softly but firmly at the same time.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does.” You insisted. “Did Kie told you?”

“No.” You felt a tear fighting to come out of your eye but you stopped it by swallowing and eating your strong feeling in your body.

“Fuck you.” You said almost in a whisper with anger. It didn’t matter that the music was loud and that your tone wasn’t much, your distance to him was enough.

“Fuck me?” He said looking down at your lips and then back at your eyes, letting out a tiny fake laugh in the process. “Well, it seems like you want to.”

It didn’t matter to you that you were closer to him than you’ve ever been, you took another step closer and immediately felt his breathing mixing with yours. “If I wanted to fuck you,” you said firmly “I would’ve done it by now.”

Without waiting for an answer, you walked out leaving JJ with his head full of thoughts. Your heart couldn’t stop beating faster than ever, your head started to hurt thinking of your recent fight with JJ and your eyes were getting blurrier that before. Something about that fight seemed different than the ones you had before with him. You didn’t know what it was, and you didn’t want to stay to find out why. So that’s when you decided to call it a night and leave the party to forget everything about the night.

But JJ didn’t have the same plan.

When you said those last words his heart dropped to his stomach. His heart felt like a dagger had stabbed him and then was left there to hurt him until his last day. As soon as he lost you in the crowd he quickly walked to the Chateau and closed the door with strength. His heavy and quick breathing were back. He hold the side of his head and closed his eyes to try and call himself down. The imagine of you came to his head as he was hearing your words on and on. He felt like the air was running out around him, so he walked over to the window and cracked it open so fast that he almost broke it.

The moment he calmed down, he layed down in the bed hoping to fall asleep. He was so used to having moments like that that he didn’t thought much into it. But the moment he closed his eyes again the image of you appeared again in those black wholes. He sighed, already knowing that was going to be a long night.

“Has anyone seen Y/n?” That was the first thing JJ heard the first time he felt himself falling asleep. He opened his eyes and noticed the bright light of the day peeping through the window.

“No, why?” Pope asked on the living room of the Chateau.

“Because she disappeared after last night and she hasn’t come home.” Kie said and JJ noticed her heavy breathing. “Her parents are looking for her everywhere.”

JJ got up from his bed and opened the door quickly to walk towards everyone, but no one looked at him.

“Oh my god, where could she be?” Sarah asked, appearing from behind of John B.

“I don’t know! I’m kinda freaking out here!” Kie covered her face and let out a big breath, trying to take her heart beating back to normal.

“I don’t want to say this,” Pope said “but have you talked to Rafe?”

“No! That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to him. John B and Sarah,” Kie started pointing “go to the Wreck, Pope go to her house to see if she came back. JJ, check the beach.”

“Why do I have to go?” JJ asked with his sleepy voice.

“Fucking shut up! Go!” Kie yelled having non of JJ’s attitude.

Just like Kie told everyone, the whole group left the Chateau immediately. Expect for JJ. He came back to where his shirt was and put it on with a question on his mind: ‘what if what he had said to you was the thing that made you do something terrible?’

JJ knew you weren’t the type to take his insults personally, even though they were. Both of you knew that. It was just child play sometimes. If one said something hurtful, hours later you two just forgot about and carried on to the next fight. But last night, that was something different. JJ never called you that, not even jokingly, and he didn’t even know why he did it. It was one of those moments that you just say things you don’t really mean and regret it later.

As the walk to the beach was ending, JJ found himself hoping that you were there, safe and sound. Even if he didn’t like you sometimes, just like you, he would never wish anything bad happening to you. So the fact that nobody could find you was making his stomach turn a couple of times when the thought of something really bad happening to you might be a reality.

Once his feet touched the sand, he tried his hardest to locate you in the crowd of people that was at the beach that morning. He took a couple of steps closer to the water when his eyes were now going around the ocean, hoping to see your face riding the waves. But you weren’t there.

“Fuck.” He said in a whisper to himself. Just as he was losing hope on that side of the beach and started to walk away, he recognised your hair as you were sitting down letting your feet touch the water of the ocean. The feeling of relief touched his chest so he walked over to you.

The moment he could see your face more clearer he noticed your puffy eyes from crying and that you were wearing the same clothes as yesterday at the party. A sudden feeling of guilt appeared on his stomach and chest, he knew what he had to do. But he wasn’t happily waiting for it.

“Everyone is looking for you.” He said but you didn’t turned around to face him.

“Well, you found me. You can fuck off now.”

“Stop being such a brat.” He said used to the fighting between you two, even if fighting was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

“If you don’t like it, you can go.” Without hearing you, he sat down next to you. “You’re still here.” You said annoyed.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is. I think I’m going to hate myself for saying this,” you turned to him confused but JJ wasn’t looking at you, he was staring down at the sand next to his feet. “but I want to say that I’m sorry for calling you a slut. I shouldn’t have.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a tiny laugh. Even if you did believed his apology, you weren’t going to forgive him that easily. “Stop the act, JJ, you don’t care about how I feel. You never did.”

“That’s true, I don’t.” He quickly responded. You rolled your eyes once again and went back to staring at the ocean. But JJ didn’t. For some reason the sound of the ocean covered the people talking around them and that was the only thing JJ could hear. He kept staring at you and took the opportunity to see some things he never saw before. Those long eyelashes you had were slightly moving because of the wind blowing. Even if your body gave off anger and annoyance, your eyes were saying something completely different. They looked sad and disappointed. Something that JJ understood. You two did have different lives, different stories, but somehow you two ended up feeling similar things, pain, hate, sadness...

Maybe you two had more in common that you and JJ thought.

“Stop fucking staring at me or I’ll kill you.” Your words made JJ snap out of his thoughts.

“Bet, I’ll be waiting.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Happily.” JJ said with a firm tone while getting up and walking back to the road.

You two couldn’t help it. Somehow, no matter the circumstances, fighting was always going to happen with you two. It’s like when something horribly happened, fighting with each other released some type of emotion that made each other feel... safe. As strange as that sounded, it was true. Because no matter what was happening, no matter the day, the hour, the other one was there. Throwing words, fighting, being mean, but that didn’t matter, it was there. And that was what you and JJ wanted, something to be there and don’t change.

Lost in his thoughts, JJ didn’t realise that he was already far gone from the beach and that he was closer to the Chateau. The trees that were around him made the scenario more darker, even if it was the middle of the day and the sun was shining. Some voices were getting louder and louder as he was walking. After a couple of seconds, he recognised the voice immediately.

Rafe.

“What is going on?” He asked once he got closer to the group of people that was between the trees. He noticed Kie looking with anger at Rafe, you next to him trying to calm Kie down and Rafe, with a grin on his face once he saw JJ walking towards them.

“Oh, the Pogue is here.” Rafe said. “Great! The party is full.”

“Fucking idiot.” Kie said shaking her head.

“This isn’t your territory, Kook.” JJ said getting closer to Rafe to intimidate him.

“And who are you to tell me where I can be and where I can’t?”

“Guys, stop it.” You said when you saw JJ and Rafe were very close to each other, with so much anger and arrogance in each eye.

“Hold on, hold on, we’re just having fun here.” Rafe lifted his hands and then let out a tiny fake laugh.

“Yeah, so much fun.” JJ said sarcastically. “Leave our side of the island.” His jawline was now clenched and you noticed how his hands were now closed, making his knuckles more paler than they were.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Rafe, don’t.” You said firmly.

“What’s that Y/n?” Rafe said with a grin looking at you. “Should I give this Pogue a lesson?”

You looked at JJ and immediately realized that there was no out of it. This wasn’t going to end well. Your brain started to look for ways to get out, but non of them had a good ending. Calming the boys down wasn’t an option, this wasn’t a movie that with just looking at someone in the eye was going to cut it. This was real life, and sometimes, you have to do what you have to do to protect them, even if that meant hurting them in the process.

You noticed that JJ was getting closer to Rafe, but without hesitating, you quickly got in front of Rafe, making immediately eye contact with JJ. “Why don’t you just go home, JJ.” You said firmly trying to ignore the pain your chest was feeling.

“Y/n...” Kie said surprised.

You knew about JJ’s home life. You knew about his dad and the things that he did to him. But you never talked about it. JJ didn’t want to, in the first place. So that’s what you all decided when you first found out. But you knew, you knew that was going to get him angry at you and not Rafe, that was going to get him out of that situation and get off, just like you wanted.

“What’s that sweetheart?” Rafe asked getting next to you.

“Go home, JJ.” You said almost in a whisper this time. The pain and anger in his eyes made your chest hurt like a dagger had stabbed you multiple times. You wanted this to be over. Now.

“If that’s what you want.” He said, trying to fight the tears in.

“It is.” You said once you felt Rafe’s arm go around your shoulders. JJ did a little nod and then walked away, with his heart on his stomach, just like you.

“Y/n?” Kie asked softly looking at you.

You looked at her with a warm smile, trying your hardest for it to look real. “I’m safe, Kie. It’s done... don’t worry.”

“Yeah, Kie,” Rafe said looking at you with a smile. “don’t worry. She’s fine with me.”

Just like that, Kie left you and Rafe alone. That wasn’t the way that you expected this to end, but the the best ending came out of it, JJ is safe. And for some reason, that’s all that mattered to you right now.

Just like every other night where something was wrong, there was only way the Pogues wanted to fix it: a Kegger. So, with a new keg and music as louder as it can get, the group got a few Pogues and Turouns to start a party.

JJ found himself with a girl on his lap touching him on ways a lot of girls wanted to at that party. He felt the girl’s fingers going through his hair as her lips were getting closer and closer to his lips.

“Why don’t we go so somewhere more quieter?” The blonde girl asked softly against his lips with a smile.

“Maybe we will.” JJ answer, with a grin even though having a girl around wasn’t in the list of things he wanted to do on that moment. He found himself thinking of you multiple times since he left you with Rafe. What he was feeling was a mix of worry and anger, things that he was used to feeling but not because of you. He usually felt annoyed and irritated, so the fact that his feelings did a full turn was totally consuming his brain.

“What are the Kooks doing here?” He heard Kie asked behind him while the blonde girl, that JJ couldn’t seem to remember her name, was playfully touching with his hair.

He slightly turned around to find teenagers with light brown shorts and polo shirts, with their usual arrogant grins and stupid haircuts.

“This isn’t going to end well.” Pope shook his head.

“Is Y/n here?” John B asked with annoyance, once he located Rafe with her eyes.

“The last time I saw her she was with Rafe, so maybe.” Kie said looking around, hoping to find you in the crowd.

“Maybe.” JJ said more to himself than to anyone around him.

He turned around to go back to the girl that was now, even more closer to his lips than before. He needed to get you out of his head, the fact that he couldn’t even if he had a girl on his lap ready to do anything JJ ever did with different girls at parties was so strange that he even thought of moving the girl aside and ending the party and hopefully fall asleep, not like the night before, but when he saw you quickly walking towards the Chateau, his worry grew up even bigger and the thought of leaving the party seemed more interesting now.

The way that you were covering your face with your hand made him furrowed his eyebrows and gently move the girl from his lap, which she complained but JJ was already walking towards the Chateau, leaving everything behind.

“What are you doing here?” He asked once he saw you sitting down on the couch, with your elbows resting on your knees and your hands covering your face.

“Get the fuck out.” You said. The living room of the house was only being illuminated by the light of the moon so JJ couldn’t see you clearly. But he did notice your heavy breathing and your foot going quickly up and down, making the situation even more weirder.

“Y/n-”

“Get out!” You yelled so loudly and out of the blue that it caught JJ off guard, making him take a step back. But he wasn’t done.

“No, what the fuck are you doing here alone? Are you alright?”

“What do you care?” You asked. You were making sure your face wasn’t illuminated by the poor light that was hitting the room. You clearly didn’t want JJ to see you, and he noticed that. “Get out and go back to the girl you were about to fuck.”

“Stop being a fucking brat and look at me for fucks sake!”

“And why should I do what you want JJ?! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“No! No until you tell me what’s going on with you!”

“Why should I?!” You turned around to see him with the anger that you felt in your body, but quickly went back, remembering what you had in your face. “You don’t fucking care.”

JJ was starting to feel irritated and annoyed at your attitude. So he let out a big sigh and covered his face with his hands to calm himself down and not take the situation to an ever more bad turn. But his mind was playing tricks on him. “Alright! Maybe I will go back to the party and fuck the girl I was with because I can’t fucking stand you and your annoying ass!”

You didn’t respond immediately. You felt a tear coming down your cheek and your throat hurting so much you felt the need to rip it out. “I hate you.” You finally said, softer than your prior tone.

“Well... the feeling is mutual.”

“Then fucking leave.”

“You know what? Maybe you and Rafe are fucking perfect for each other. You two are just two spoiled brats that your only concerns are where to buy your next boat!”

“Is that what you think? Is that what you fucking think!?” You’ve had enough of his words, so without thinking your next move, you got up from the couch and walked closer to him. “You’re so fucking blind that you can’t see what’s in front of your eyes no matter how many times you have it in front of you!”

JJ quickly looked down to your lower lip and your chin where he noticed something new in your face. He furrowed his eyebrows and that’s when you remembered. You looked down when you realized it was too late, he saw it.

A little red scratch was on the side of your lower lip, making them a little bit more bigger than usual. The line went perfectly with another one on your chin, making a big red line on the lower side of your face. Something that you hoped JJ didn’t give much thought into it, but you were clearly so dumb to think that.

“What is that?” He asked looking at you in the eyes, but you quickly broke the eye contact.

“Nothing, leave me alone.” You walked back but JJ grabbed your arm, not giving you the opportunity to walk away from him.

“Y/n, you’re hurt!”

“And so fucking what?!” You yelled but he didn’t answered in the same tone, instead he tried to gently grab your chin to see it better.

“Let me see it.”

“Fuck off.” You pushed his hand away and tried to walk away, but the grip that JJ had in your arm didn’t let you. “JJ! Let me go!”

“No, Y/n, let me see it because I think you need to patch it up!”

“Fuck off!” With a quick move, you managed to leave JJ’s grip and walk back, but he tried to take your chin back to his hand. “Stop it JJ!” You yelled but he wasn’t listening, you tried your hardest to move but the pain that you sudden felt was so strong that you gave in, letting JJ grab your chin.

Once he saw that you were more calm, he grabbed your chin more softly and started to caress your chin with his thumb. The only thing that was on your ears was yours and JJ’s heavy breathing because of the sudden movements you just did a couple of seconds ago. He ended so close to your face that you could feel his hot breath against your skin, making you feel butterflies on your stomach.

With his eyes, he slowly started to move from your eyes to your chin while his thumb was still gently caressing your chin. Once his eyes stopped on your scratch, he pulled your face up so the light of the moon could let him see more clearly.

Your eyes couldn’t part from his, how he was watching carefully your wound and how the feeling of his thumb on your chin made you even more weak. This new feeling that you were experiencing was so unexpected that at some point, you being under his eyes, make you feel uncomfortable. Until you saw his jaw getting clenched and the anger in his eyes.

“Who this did to you?” He said firmly going straight to your eyes. His eyes felt like they were penetrating you, so with slow hands you grabbed his hand that was holding your chin with the intention to end the moment right there, but he wasn’t letting it go. “Was it Rafe?” He asked more firmly now, but with more anger in his voice. Once you gave him the eye contact that he was longing for, he immediately understood what your eyes were trying to say. He did a little nod and bit his lower lip once he let go of your chin and did a quick turn to walk out of the house, already knowing where his next stop was going to be. And you did too.

“JJ!” You yelled trying to stop him, but it was too late, he was already out of the house.

“Cameron!” You heard JJ yell once you stepped out of the house with quick steps. You saw how JJ was quickly walking towards Rafe, who was now looking at him with a grin.

“Pogue! It’s Mr. Cameron for y-” Rafe was saying, but JJ’s fist didn’t let him finish since it was already on his face, leaving it with a incredibly big pain.

John B immediately appeared after that and grabbed JJ by the arm, with the help of Pope. You saw Rafe grabbing his chin in pain, but a couple of seconds later he was already going towards JJ, clearly not letting the Pogue get the first and last punch. But your body and hand on his chest made him stop.

“Stop it!”

“You’re very stupid for doing that Pogue!” Rafe yelled with blood all over his mouth and chin, making him look even more crazier than he already was.

“Rafe! Leave him alone!” You yelled again with more anger, hoping to get his attention.

He looked at you disgusted. “You? Defending him?” He pointed at JJ with his eyes on you, but once he heard JJ moving again he went back to him and you turned around, seeing the disaster that was behind you.

“You fucking leave her alone!” JJ yelled while he was being held by his friends. “Fucking asshole!”

“JJ? What is going on?” Kie asked looking worryingly at you and your chin.

“You dirty Pogue!” Rafe moved you aside with strength that almost made you lose balance to go towards JJ, but you recovered quickly and grabbed his arm with your whole strength, making him slower his steps.

“Rafe! Please! Do not hurt him!” This time, it seemed that Rafe heard you and actually took your words into his brain, since he stopped and looked back at you.

“You’re lucky my girl is here, Maybank.” He said looking dead at you in the eyes with a grin coming out of his lips. You felt the tears fighting to come out, but you hold them back, not wanting to show any type of feeling on that moment.

“Your girl?” You heard JJ ask with anger going back and forth from you and Rafe. But after a couple of seconds he stopped on you, with his heavy breathing and the pain in his eyes, he asked softly: “Are you back with him?”

On that moment you knew that Rafe said something that led to Kie also saying something, but you didn’t hear anything of it. All your attention was on JJ and his eyes, you could feel the pain in his eyes just like they were your own. Your heart was beating faster than ever and your mind was having so many questions. Your eyes saw a single tear coming down his cheek and that made your heart drop to your stomach, making you want to leave Rafe’s side and hug him like there was no tomorrow. But before you could do anything else, he let go of John B’s grip and quickly turned around, leaving the beach behind.

Your feet stayed put since you felt Rafe’s arm going around your shoulders, the party still going around you and Kie talking shit about the Kooks, but somehow you couldn’t hear any of it. It was all silence and one thought going on and on on your mind: You don’t do all of that for someone you hate.

add yourself to my taglist

@allycat449-blog @queenofthepouges @casper17 @sweetlysilent @its-yasbxtch @bxmaaa @bubblesam06 @rafej-cambanks @deviouscharitos @cilorawr @ilovejjmaybank @corebore123 @starksweasley @raekenliar @netflix-imagines @x-lulu @alwaysasadaesthetic @sexytholland @sadcupofcoffee @allielozoya @jjandreidsgirl @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @nevvvv @80s-outsiders @itsyagirljay @brightcosmos @kay667 @jarahisendgame @niya-savage @scooby6 @dustyjjumpwings @killingbxys @stilinskingongo @renatafairchild @stfukie @chasefreakinstokes @beloved-vinyl-addict @teenwaywardasgardian @sageellsworth05 @ifilwtmfc @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @talksoprettyjjx @k-k0129 @dannii-li @marvel-ousnesss @thegreatestofheck @loveperri @makebank @justsomerandompersonintheworld (+)

#rudy x you #rudy outer banks #rudy imagine #rudy pankow imagine #rudy obx #rudy pankow x reader #rudy x reader #rudy pankow #jj x y/n #jj obx #jj outer banks #jj maybank x y/n #jj x reader #jj x you #jj #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #obx #obx netflix #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks netflix #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine

[cherriesfineline]

savior next door

im on a writing trance so expect a lot of writings from me hehe, here's what i wrote last night, enjoy besties.

- fluff & a tiny little bit of smut (not really lol) | not proofread, sorry

Pairing: HarryxY/N

WC: 3.8k

the one where Harry is Y/N's shy and virgin neighbor.

The constant feeling of uneasiness has been haunting Harry ever since he almost got himself in a car accident almost a year ago.

It hadn’t been his fault – he was crossing a random street in a quiet area of New York when a hand grabbed his upper arm and pushed him out of the crosswalk, where a car speeded through without even slowing down. “Watch where you’re going, you’re going to get yourself killed.” The woman who’d saved his life scolded at him with a worrying look on her face. He remembers her eyes were glowing in such a splendor, something he’d never seen before – it intrigued him to know who his life savior was, but before he could even make a comment, the woman stormed off and got lost between the seas of people around the corner, leaving Harry in an unsuccessful search for her.

Harry has never been a people person. He always avoids big crowds, social events and especially, study groups. His university journey so far has been a lonely and reserved one, having movie marathons when not studying or discovering new kinds of herbal teas. His only form of social interaction is the occasional chat with his across-the-hall neighbor Niall, whom he considered -kind of- a close friend; his only one, in fact.

“Heard someone’s moving in to the flat next to yours.” Niall knows Harry isn’t exactly a social butterfly, and maybe it’s the fact that Harry is younger than him and how he seems like such a harmless human what makes him feel like he needs to help him. Harry just shrugs at his comment, not really interested in any possible intruder to their peaceful hallway (where both their apartments and the currently empty one in the corner were the only three ones on their floor). And maybe it was the fact that it has been almost a month since Niall’s comment what made him furious when he saw the cardboard boxes on their hallway, forgetting about the possibility of having a new neighbor.

The sudden sound of glass crashing and a loud yell snaps Harry out of his frustrated trance, stepping around the huge boxes scattered around the door next to his to knock on the doorway of the open door. Even if he really isn’t very fond of having a new neighbor that doesn’t mean he’s not going to check on them to see if they’ve gotten hurt. “Is everything alright?” He still can’t see whoever is inside, but he decides on waiting if no one replies to step inside. But he doesn’t need to, because as he was about to make his way inside, a head pops up from one side of the entry hallway, assuming that’s where the kitchen is, as he notices the apartment is a replica of his own, but inverted.

“Hey, sorry, just dropped my favorite cup.” His breath gets caught on his throat when her life savior’s face appears in sight, the cutest frown adorning her features and her sweet voice resonating through his brain. Her eyes, exactly like he remembers shine with an unbeatable glow, like a thousand diamonds under a microscope, but the image he had of her on his brain doesn’t make her justice – she is even more beautiful than he remembers. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. You live in this floor?” Harry can’t help but be disappointed at the fact that apparently she doesn’t remember him.

“Y-yes, next door. H-harry.” He stutters. Her presence just makes him so nervous, he can’t help it. She is probably one of, if not the, most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Her eyes are hypnotizing, the softness of them which appears to be constant warms his insides and he thinks he could spend hours upon hours staring right at them.

“Do I know you? I feel like I know you.” Y/N’s thinks out loud, her expression alluding to her thoughts trying to place him somewhere in her memories.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so?” Harry feels embarrassed, so he couldn’t come up with a better answer. He is silently hoping she doesn’t remember the time they met all that time ago – this is his chance, he thinks, to redeem himself, for her to see him as a normal dude instead of this clumsy and shy boy who couldn’t even thank her when she saved him from being ran over by a car.

He wishes he could read her mind. What’s her first impression on him? Does she think he’s cute? She probably doesn’t. He thinks she’s too pretty to even spare a second glance at someone like him; a shy boy with bad posture and still breaking out in his forehead despite being 22. And she, Y/N, a woman who could make anyone her own, a woman who probably makes every head turn her way when entering a room. Harry feels his chest deflate as his thoughts start beating him up.

During the course of her first two months living next door, Y/N and Harry barely interact. He keeps stealing glances her way whenever they run into each other in the hallway, getting shy and cheeks reddening when she catches him every time. He gets jealous whenever he hears her walking down the hallway from inside his apartment, obvious guests coming in and out of her apartment – and if the person (because he recalls hearing both men and women) is good enough, he can even hear her sometimes through the thin wall that divides their bedrooms, her headboard clearly mirroring his. He feels dirty and intrusive during nights like these, so he opts on putting headphones on, music playing in his phone to help him drift off to sleep.

But Y/N is fascinated by him, maybe not as much as he is with her, but enough to wonder how it’d be like to reallyhave him in her life. She knows he’s a very reserved man, her animated chats with Niall more usual than not drift towards Harry and how she wishes he’d just keep looking at her when she catches his eye instead of running away – not because her ego is enormous or anything, but she is aware of the obvious crush Harry has on her. “He’s not going to start conversation, you should just go for it.” She remembers Niall told her one night after having a small chat in his threshold; because all Niall wants is for Harry to put himself out there, but he knows he needs a little extra push.

But it all changes one night. A night Y/N drinks more than usual – shot after shot going down her throat making her feel nothing but dizzy, the sensation of puke going up her throat forcing her to call it a night. Barely making it out of the elevator she stumbles on her way to her door, and Harry hears her. The sound her combat books make is so engraved in Harry’s brain he knows it’s her after just a couple of steps.

“Fuck.” Harry hears the unmistakable sound of her keys, and how she’s clearly struggling to fit them inside the lock. After a loud banging sound and what sounds like her sliding down the door, he starts worrying about her and how she’s probably not going to make it inside her apartment without a little help. So he steps outside after sliding his old white vans on to find her on the floor leaning against her door, legs bent and elbows resting on either knee supporting her head.

“Y/N?” He calls her in a whisper. She shoots her head up immediately making her insides turn, and with unfocused eyes, she looks up at him and smiles fondly.

“Hey, pretty boy.” She greets him with a soft smile, eyes closing and opening again slowly and Harry feels his stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. Did she just call him pretty boy?

“You need help?”

“Please.” Harry’s red cheeks don’t go unnoticed by her the moment she lifts her hand to give him her keys and she honestly thinks he might explode. He helps her get up and guides her inside her home with such gentle movements she could melt in his hold, and that’s when she decides (drunk out of her mind) she wants him to hold her again, soon. And while sober.

He lays her down in her bed and announces he’s going to take her shoes off, giving her enough time to object. “I always catch you staring, you know?” Her thoughts slip off her lips unannounced, but she doesn’t really care. Harry, on the other hand, freezes in his spot, one of her shoes still in hand and with wide eyes he connects their gazes for the second time that night.

“I- I… I’m sorry- I don’t mean to be c-creepy or anything I j-just-“

“Shh.” She cuts him off, his stuttering making its first appearance of the night. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” She confesses and wiggles her feet so he can resume his actions. Harry’s brain is betraying him more than usual right now. His thoughts are everywhere, not a single coherent answer coming to mind, so he doesn’t do anything but finish helping her out of her shoes in silence.

“Goodn-night, Y/N.” Harry left her apartment that night after carefully placing a soft blanket over her body and making sure she had a glass of water on her nightstand (he didn’t want to snoop around her apartment for some pills for her hangover, so he just left her with the duty of doing that herself in the morning) and laid in bed with so many thoughts running through his head he barely got an hour of sleep that night.

And that went on for a week. Knowing she was sleeping on the other side of the wall makes him more nervous than before now that he knows Y/N is aware of his constant staring – but who would blame him? She really is a sight for sore eyes. Y/N knocks on his door the following Saturday, and he opens it surprised to find her on the other side, mainly because she’s usually out with her friends by now every Saturday (not that he’s constantly waiting to hear her walk on their hallway, but he truly is always sitting on his living room and the thin walls of their apartment complex don’t provide them much privacy).

“Harry, hi.” She offers him the sweetest smile, but there’s a shy and nervous undertone to it this time. “I just wanted to thank you, for helping me the other night.” She clasps her hands together in front of her and nods with a tight lipped smile. “But I also want to apologize, I know I probably made you uncomfortable with uh, some comments I made.” She slightly scrunches her nose, waiting for his reply.

But Harry is, in simple words, speechless. He can’t believe there’s a sober Y/N who just knocked on his door willingly talking to him. Her voice sounds so melodic and Harry just wants to cuddle her and the giant, soft looking green sweater she’s wearing isn’t helping him ease his thoughts. He wants Y/N to hold him while she talks to him with that sweet voice of hers, he wants to hold her small hands and fill her cheeks and mouth with kisses along with every inch of her body -not that she’d ever let him, Harry thought, but a boy can dream-, but most importantly, he wants to learn every single detail about her. How she likes her coffee in the mornings, or if she prefers tea. In which position she sleeps the most comfortable in and if there’s any TV shows she re-watches just because it brings her comfort. He has so many questions he wants to ask her he completely forgets they’d been standing in his threshold for long minutes, with him just staring at her.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.” He says barely above a whisper, and they stay in their positions for a while, again with no words spoken between them, until he finally gains enough courage to ask, “Do you want to come in?” He opens his door a bit wider with a wary look on his face. Y/N nods, her smile widens and makes her eyes sparkle with that glow Harry is still fascinated by.

They sit in the couch with a long distance between them; farther away from the other than any of them like. Y/N does most of the talking, but she truly doesn’t mind – she talks animatedly about this new show Bridgerton she binge watched last night, Harry making mental notes about most things she says. He wants to remember everything, from the way her voice slightly sharpens when she mentions something she suddenly remembers to the way she moves her hands to accompany her speech; he already loves how expressive she is with her face features, and only confirms how he’d listen to her speak for the rest of his life.

Y/N manages to get more words out of him than she expected, and asks for his opinion or thoughts on most things she mentions. She hates making conversation purely about herself, she wants to know about Harry as much as she can. She wishes he would initiate conversation or switch topics with no shame, but she knows she’s asking for too much. This night alone they interacted more than the last three months combined, and Y/N is grateful for it.

Three chapters of FRIENDS had passed when she finds herself scooting a bit closer to him, carefully trying to read his body language. When he stiffens in his position, she turns her head to look at him. His cheeks are tinted a cute shade of pink, and he’s blinking a lot more than he usually does. He places both hands on his thighs and runs them up and down to get rid of the sweat accumulating on them, and he can’t help but gasp when their thighs touch, meaning she scooted even closer. As if that isn’t enough to kill him, she softly rests her head on his shoulder.

“Is this ok?” Y/N whispers, and he forces himself to turn his head to find her eyes, which are already looking up at him. He slowly nods and makes the dumb mistake of looking down at her lips. He feels the hot embarrassment run up his neck and quickly turns to face his TV again, planning on pretending nothing ever happened.

That is, until he feels the soft skin of her palm and gentle fingers grab his jaw, forcing his gaze back on her. That touch alone makes him feel more than any other human has made him feel in his entire life – but it doesn’t compare to the eruption of jitteriness washing through him when her eyes look down at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry freezes in his spot. He wonders if he heard her correctly, not believing his senses when around her, the possibility of her wanting to kiss him are too low, he thinks, and when he doesn’t respond, she slowly begins to remove her hand from his face, taking a guess on his unspoken rejection. He, for once, reacts quickly enough; he grabs her by her wrist, placing her hand back again in its spot on his jaw, and works enough courage to just go for it. Harry lowers his face to gently envelope her top lip between his own. It’s quick but sweet (just like she had expected their first kiss to be, if she’d ever got lucky enough to experience it) and when he moves away just enough to separate her lips, she wastes no time in connecting them again. This time, the kiss is longer and with more determination than before, and when Harry feels Y/N melt into him, he gains enough confidence to grab her face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss.

They stay enveloped in each other for a while, mouths molding and moving in sync with so many unspoken emotions it feels overwhelming for both – they barely know each other, they’re very aware of it, but the undeniable infatuation they both feel is stronger than they’d ever admit. Y/N feels on her face the long exhale that leaves through Harry’s nose when she softly traces his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and when he meets her tongue with his, the mood that was settled between them switches drastically – from sweet and innocent to needy and passionate.

Harry isn’t very experienced with kissing, let alone with anything past first base. He’d only made out with a girl all the way back in high school during his senior prom, and the girl was so harsh and desperate Harry knew that moment he wouldn’t ever share an intimate moment with anyone again unless he truly felt something for them. Now, he knows it might seem like he’s rushing things in his heart, but he’d do anything with and for Y/N – but he knows he’s not ready just yet.

His nervousness consumes him again when she moves to straddle his lap, making him whimper at the new position. He shakily places his hands next to her legs on the couch, not sure what is too much and what is ok to do. She runs her hands from his jaw down to his shoulders, and moves them all the way down his arms to his hands, giving them a soft squeeze before placing them on her waist and sliding her own back up again towards his neck, never breaking the kiss.

He unintentionally lets a second whimper leave his mouth when she sits herself down on his lap, creating some friction between their groins. He knows he’s hard – he felt his dick grow in his pants the second she touched his jaw, but knowing Y/N could feel it now put him a tad on edge. He separates their lips; their agitated breathing mixing in between them.

“I- I’ve never…” Harry begins, but he’s having a hard time finding the correct words. Y/N understands almost immediately – she’s not proud to admit she had figured he was unexperienced, feeding the stereotype of shy-ergo-virgin, even though she was correct this time.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Y/N gives him a soft peck and continues, “you can say no, but I’d love to make you feel good, if you’d let me. We can keep our clothes on.” Y/N suggests. If she has to be honest, she hasn’t dry-humped anyone since high school, but the thought of doing it with Harry lights her insides in animalistic flames.

When Harry timidly nods, she shakes her head with her eyebrows raised in a disapproving look, “Use your words, H.”

“I- I want you to- to do it. I- I trust you.” His stuttering makes Y/N’s insides warm, the fact that she makes him nervous amuses her – she’s certain she’s never made anyone this nervous before, but it is the fact that Harry admitted he trusts her what sends shivers down her spine. All she does in response is roll her hips against his – and when he closes his eyes with a pleasured groan leaving his lips, she does it again. Harry’s grip on her waist lowers to her hips, squeezing the flesh that was subtly beginning to get exposed from all the movement, and when he throws his head back Y/N takes advantage of his exposed neck to finally attach her lips to it. Her hold on one side of his face moves to grip his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side so she can suck on the sweet spot behind his ear still rolling her hips on his, and when she pokes the spot with her tongue to soothe the pleasuring sting, he unconsciously thrusts his hips up to meet hers; Y/N can’t help but smile and leave a trail of sweet, wet kisses from his new deepening bruise to the place where his neck meets his shoulders, repeating her actions there to leave a second bruise.

Harry feels his cock twitch in his pants when Y/N rolls her hips with more pressure, and they both know he’s close - his inexperience making him not last longer than a couple of minutes. “Are you going to cum for me?” Y/N asks him, holding his jaw tightly to keep his gaze on hers, and when he shyly nods she adds, “I want you to look at me when you do it.”

Harry can’t believe what’s going on – he has the most beautiful woman in the word on top of him about to make him cum, and he’s sure he’s going to come so hard he’ll probably have to throw his briefs into the trash. Her gaze staring so intensely into his eyes is what makes his insides finally explode, his eyes seeing white for a moment – with his mouth open ajar and glossy eyes he feels the large amount of cum spurting from his cock, making a mess inside his pants. The pleasure and fullness he feels during this moment is something he has never experienced before, never thinking he would surrender this fast over someone else’s actions. Y/N slows her movements but doesn’t stop for a while, allowing him to empty his insides until he hisses at the friction. Harry hugs her lower back to pull her closer to him, and Y/N lets her head drop to his shoulder so they can both catch their breaths.

They stay like that for a while, hugging each other with Y/N running her hand softly through his chocolate curls and Harry tracing small circles on the small of her back.

“You saved me from a car accident, a year or so ago.” Harry confesses – the pure bliss he’s feeling makes him dizzy and unaware of his words.

“I know. I remember.” Y/N confesses herself, and when Harry’s soft caresses stop at her back, she removes her head from the warm spot on his neck to look at him in the eyes, finding a confused frown in his eyebrows and lips in a small pout – she kisses him soft and quickly, not being able to contain herself. “I figured you either didn’t remember or didn’t bring it up for a reason, so I chose to not mention it.” She shudders and gives him a soft smile.

“Was embarrassed, still am.” Harry whispers with red cheeks, and Y/N’s laugh resonates through his living room, and if he wasn’t already obsessed with her, her laugh completes his way there.

“So cute.” She pecks his lips. “Can’t believe it took us this long to… talk.” Another peck. A knowing look on her face knowing damn well they did more than talking.

“You are too pretty. And intimidating. Can’t even walk in front of you without tripping over my own feet.” Y/N giggles at his confession, finding him even more amusing.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Y/N asked, not being able to wait another day to ask. Harry feels his cheeks hurting from all the smiling, but he is too content in this moment.

“I’d love to.”

x

As always, feedback is truly appreciated,

love, Joey.

#harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #my writing #harry styles fluff #virgin!harry

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 8.1

Over the course of the next couple of days Scar helped George and Skeppy get settled in. He introduced them to the other Boatem People. There was Pearl, who lived in the upside down boat house, Impulse, who Skeppy thought looked a lot like a buffer version of George, and Mumbo, who had an impressive mustache and lived in an RV pulling a tiny house. 

Scar helped George build a mushroom house in the space between Pearl and Impulse's houses, while Skeppy very quickly got involved in helping Pearl prank everyone on the server by tipping their cows (and every other animal for that matter) upside down. She had to convince Skeppy not to tip anyone's named pets though. 

The Boatem hole was opened up to the void. Now that Skeppy could get a good look at it, it kind of terrified him. The never ending darkness. George tried to push Skeppy in, which led to Skeppy chasing George around with a diamond sword for a good ten minutes. Scar fell in several times. He seemed fine, though that could be debatable. Falling in the void had to have some kind of consequences, didn’t it?

Scar got a new, bigger, better hat. Skeppy tried stealing it, trading it back and forth with George as Scar chased them around Boatem begging for them to slow down. Pearl even showed up and joined in the hat trading, but then she made them give it back. There was something under her chipper mannerisms that neither of them wanted to cross. She was nice, but Tubbo was nice, he had nukes, Foolish was nice, he controlled lightning, Puffy was nice, she killed Ant. In their experience, nice meant dangerous. 

Grian got bored just sitting around all day and was soon back to his usual pranks. He summoned a giant tree golem with Pearl’s help that tried to eat Mumbo’s van till Mumbo talked to her and calmed her down. His peace, love and plants thing really did come in handy sometimes. Mambo found out that her name was Treesa. Now she just sat watching over Mumbo’s house and humming to herself with the sound of rustling leaves and groaning wood. Sometimes Mumbo could be seen sitting on her shoulder talking to her as she listened, her eye’s closed and her branches swaying in the breeze as she soaked in the sun.     

Impulse opened up a shop called I-Soar selling elytra and rockets. Skeppy and George were fascinated by them and when no one was looking they stole some elytra to give them a test run. Skeppy immediately flew into a wall and died, while George fared a little better but died when he tried to land. Everyone's inboxes were buzzing with notifications as a string of death messages appeared in the chat. It didn’t take long for Scar and Impulse to find the two culprits. Skeppy tried to jump off the roof he was standing on and fly away, but he timed it wrong and landed with a splat, his items going everywhere. George started running, he was on the ground and unable to get any air.

Impulse was easily able to catch up to him with his own elytra. When Skeppy returned for his stuff Scar and Impulse admonished them for stealing. Then they gave them some flying lessons, showing them how to use the rockets to give them a boost and how to land without taking damage. They were only fifty percent successful. Though, when they were done they made them return the Elytra. To be honest, Skeppy and George were both quite done with the whole affair and glad to be back on the ground. The novelty had worn off a while ago and Skeppy and George were tired of constantly dying to fall damage. 

Grian designed a game of hide and seek that involved the Dragon egg, while George and Skeppy secretly plotted to steal it when no one was looking. 

Skeppy also finally decided to build a base for himself. He collected a ton of diamonds. Some of them came from his enderchest (Which he seemed to still be able to access). A bunch of them he got from taking a page from Scar’s book and going door to door, selling the Hermits random junk. He may have also taken all the diamonds from the center of the diamond ore tower outside Cub’s base. They were just sitting there in the open, practically asking to be taken. Using these diamonds Skeppy made a diamond block box house (When he ran out of diamonds he used dirt) in the middle of the town center next to the Boatem pole. 

The look on Grian’s face when he saw it was totally worth all that work to get the diamonds. Grian practically begged him to take it down or move it. He even tried bribing him with more diamonds but Skeppy insisted that it was the most beautiful house in existence and he was going to live there forever. He even threatened to move it onto Grian’s front lawn. 

This place wasn’t that bad, Skeppy was actually enjoying himself here.   

---

Skeppy was nowhere to be found. Bad had searched through their mansion, and at the locations of their various projects, he even looked around the Greater Dream SMP, calling Skeppy’s name the entire time. The Diamond was gone. 

This wasn’t the first time Skeppy had gone off on his own for weeks to sulk, only to come back a month later as if nothing happened. But usually he would at least make a big huff about how he was leaving and never coming back and how Bad was a bad friend. This time there was none of that. He had just left. 

Bad felt a tightness in his chest as tears pricked at his eyes. Was he really that bad of a friend? What had he even done to make Skeppy run off without even saying anything? They had already made up after the whole egg debacle. 

Bad shook his head “No, I’m a good friend. I’m the best friend. He’ll be back any day now, he’s probably just running errands or something,” Bad tried to convince himself... now that he thought about it he didn’t know where Skeppy went off to whenever he ran off. 

Without even realizing it Bad found himself standing near the entrance to the spider spawner... the entrance to the Egg’s domain. He stopped. He had been free of the Egg’s influence for several months now. But the egg might know how to find Skeppy. The Egg could find Skeppy. No. Bad tore his eyes away, shaking his head and walking briskly down the path in the other direction. He had tried that before, it hadn’t ended well for him.  

Bad felt a pit in his stomach. He genuinely regretted the things he had done while under the Egg’s influence. But the Egg could give him what he wanted. No. it never actually gave him what he really wanted, he knew that now. He knew that then too, he just hadn’t wanted to believe it... He didn’t need the Egg... but... it would be there. As a last resort. If all else failed.

[Notes: This one was inspired by another comment by @the-local-scp, Thanks again. I wasn’t originally planning on writing Bad’s perspective for a while. Skeppy runs off all the time. But then I thought about it and it makes sense that he would notice. He always notices, and this time he has no idea why Skeppy left. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed. This is the end of my pre-written stuff. The next one is probably going to be a bit of a long one so it may take a while before it gets posted, or I may break it up into smaller chunks... we’ll see]

#dsmp #dream smp #hermitcraft #dsmp au #dream smp au #hermitcraft au #hc x dsmp #hc x dsmp au #hermitcraft dsmp swap au #skeppy #georgenotfound #grian #good times with scar #impulsesv #pearlecentmoon #mumbo jumbo #badboyhalo

[sunmoonandeddie]

feelings are fatal (18/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,655

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, being stood up

masterlist

a/n: This is part two of my blog birthday surprise!

Bucky’s face was set in a fierce scowl as he stormed into the new Compound, fighting every urge he had to punch a hole into the wall with his vibranium fist.

Actually, no. He’d use his flesh one. Just to prove he fucking could.

And just because he needed to get out some anger.

Except, he didn’t think it would diminish the fury he felt.

Because yeah, he was fucking pissed. He was pissed at himself, he was pissed at you for listening to him (which just came back to being pissed at himself), and he was pissed at every fucking bad guy that had dared to ever cross his path.

“Bucky? Buck!” Sam called out when he saw him enter. He’d been on a run and his phone had been off, so he had no idea about what had happened. “Buck, man, what’s going on?” He asked as he wiped the sweat from his brow, running after him.

“They got her,” Bucky said, his voice a low growl.

The way that Sam’s heart sank inside of his chest was written across his face. “No. No. Fuck.” He fell into stride with Bucky immediately. “Tell me what happened. Every detail.”

Everything in Bucky’s head was going haywire. All his therapy appointments, everything Dr. Raynor had ever told him disappeared.

Because all that mattered was getting you back, and he didn’t care who the fuck he had to hurt to do it.

So he did his best to lay out everything just as it had happened, though he didn’t go into… full detail about your little attempt to hide in some random van. His protectiveness reared his head at the thought of spilling the details of what you two had done in private.

A gentleman never kisses and tells, after all.

Especially not if he wanted to kiss and kiss again.

And, oh, did he wanna kiss again.

But he wouldn’t get to unless he got you back.

“Okay, first things first, we need to call the whole team in,” Sam said, already calling out to FRIDAY to alert everyone.

“I can’t think. I can’t think. I CAN’T THINK!” Bucky screamed, his face red as his flesh fist hit a glass window that looked out onto the gym. He barely even recognized that it had shattered, or that there were now agents looking at him like he was crazy.

“UNCLE BUCKY!”

Freezing in his tracks, his heart stopped when he saw Morgan running towards him, holding her stuffed Iron Man plush. “H-Hey… Hey, Morgan,” he said as he crouched down, catching the littlest Stark in his arms. “Did you guys all make it home safe?”

The little girl’s hands fisted in his shirt as she held onto him. “Yeah, but mama said all my friends and everyone is gonna stay the night here,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

Bucky knew what that meant. Pepper thought it was too dangerous for them to go home.

“Uncle Bucky, where’s Auntie?” Morgan asked after a moment, pulling back to look at him with those eyes that were just like her father’s.

“She is… She’s…” Bucky broke off, not sure how to tell her. How could he tell her that he’d failed her? He hadn’t kept you safe. “We’re going to get her back, okay? And she’s gonna be safe and sound.”

She nodded, her lower lip wobbling. “C-Can you give this to her when you find her?” She asked, her voice barely audible as she held out the Iron Man plush. “S-She didn’t have it with her when she went missing…”

“You know what, Mo? You’re so very right,” he said as he squeezed her close. Kissing her forehead, he fought back a wave of tears. “And I bet she’d really appreciate soft pillows in her room and maybe some homemade cookies when she gets back. Do you think you and your friends would be willing to make some cookies?”

The little girl needed something to focus on for the time being, and it was the least he could do. If she didn’t have something… Well. He really didn’t think she’d be able to handle losing you so soon after losing both Natasha and her father.

Though he didn’t think any of them would survive it if you were hurt beyond repair.

As soon as she was gone, the pissed off look came back over his face.

“Bucky?” Wanda breathed out as she entered, holding Vision’s hand. “What happened?”

“She was taken from the Coney Island aquarium,” Sam said, already having booted up all the tech that could possibly help them find you.

The witch looked horrified, her eyes focused on the super soldier. Like she was reading his mind, seeing the memories and what he’d gone through just earlier that day. Felt the anguish that he’d felt when he’d realized she wasn’t at their meeting spot. “Well… Guess that means we’re just gonna have to get her back.”

The doors suddenly opened, and everyone turned to see Steve Rogers storming in, Peggy following close behind.

“Where the hell is she?” The elderly man demanded, looking livid.

“We came as soon as Pepper called,” Peggy said, unable to keep up with the aging super soldier.

A frown covered Sam’s face as he glanced at Bucky. “Did you know Pepper called them?”

He shook his head, his fists clenching. He didn’t know where this was going, but he didn’t like it. At all.

Sure enough, Steve was still barreling straight for him. “What the fuck did you do?!” He shouted as he shoved at his former best friend. “Huh?! Where is she?! How the fuck could you lose her?!”

That… That shame, that self-loathing, was rising higher and higher in Bucky’s chest. Even as Steve was shoving and spitting at him in his anger—still incredibly strong even for his age—he didn’t fight back.

Because he was right. He’d lost you. It was his fault.

“HEY! HEY!” Sam shouted as he got between them and pushed back at Steve, making him stumble back away from him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How fucking dare you. You don’t get to fucking yell at him like that.” He was staring him down, unwavering.

And Bucky had realized it before, but it was hitting him all over again just how much he loved Sam, and just how much Sam loved him. They might not say it much, but they were best friends.

Sam believed in him, trusted him, even when Bucky couldn’t trust himself.

Even when Bucky was possibly at fault for losing you.

Steve looked shocked, blue eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Peggy had gone silent beside him.

“You don’t get to say shit when she almost died because of you. How many times did you send her out on her own when we were on the run without telling anyone else?” Sam bit out, half turned towards Steve and half turned towards Bucky. “Did you ever tell him about the other times? After we dropped Bucky off in Wakanda so he could get Hydra’s programming out of his head?”

Tensing up, Bucky’s eyes flickered between the two. “What do you mean? What other times?” He took a step towards Steve. “It was just the grocery run time, right? And you… you told me it wouldn’t happen again. You just weren’t thinking.”

Everyone except for Sam was looking at Steve in alarm, in horror. They knew that he’d neglected you for his Captain America duties, but sending you into dangerous situations on your own more than once?

“You said you wouldn’t say anything,” Steve said, his tone even as he glanced down at the ground and then back up.

“No, I told her that I wouldn’t say anything because she begged Natasha and me not to. Because she loved you enough to wanna protect you, to hide the shitty way you treated her. Because she knew how your friendship with Bucky would suffer if he knew what you did,” Sam shot back. “But you know what? You don’t deserve protecting anymore.” Running his hands over his head, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His deep, earthy brown eyes were glassy as he stared at the man that he’d followed into the line of fire, the man that he’d become a criminal for. “And just because we’ve forgiven you for abandoning us, for abandoning her, doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten. You better check yourself before you ever come at any one of us again like that again.”

Bucky knew how much Sam considered you a part of his family, having taken you to visit his own family in New Orleans. And Steve should’ve remembered that Sam defended the people he loved tooth and nail.

Sometimes he just forgot that he was included on that list.

He pulled the man away from the group of people and into a random tech room, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said, voice trembling. “I… Thank you. For defending me.”

“Hey, man,” Sam said quietly as he seemed to peer right into his soul. “I know we had a rough start, but you’re my best friend. And shit, you’ve done the same for me before…” He eyed him for a moment, leaning back against a desk. “We’re gonna find her, you know. There’s nowhere we won’t look, no stone that won’t get unturned.”

Bucky sniffed as he suddenly felt a wave of despair come over him. “What if we never do? What if… What if I’ve lost her forever?” The centurion let out a broken sob as he fell to his knees, the pain taking over his body. “Oh, God… Oh, God… S-Sammy, I can’t lose her again. I can’t do it, I won’t survive.”

The handsome man immediately crouched in front of him, grabbing his face. “Hey! Hey!” He said sternly, getting him to look into his eyes. “You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep blaming yourself, and yeah, I know that’s all that’s been going through your head because you always blame yourself.” Sam took in a deep breath, intentionally sucking Bucky into their usual panic exercise where they worked to match their breathing. “So, what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna take a few minutes to calm down, okay? And then, once we’ve gathered ourselves, we’re gonna figure out where our girl is and we’re gonna kick any asses that even try to get in the way of us bringing her home.”

“Tonight was… Tonight was fun,” you said softly as you stepped into the cold, dark lobby of the Avengers Tower. The flower stall was shut down, as well as the coffee shop. The night guard stationed to your right gave a small nod of acknowledgement as you two headed for the elevator.

It was late. Really late.

But it had been a really good eleventh date, and you hadn’t wanted to go home, and neither had Steve, and so you two had gone from dinner and a movie to a late night stroll through Central Park. For your first date in public, it had gone… really well.

Of course, you could’ve done without the constantly being stopped by random people so they could get a selfie or an autograph from Captain America.

That was the price you paid, though. And considering how well the date went, you supposed you couldn't complain.

Though, you didn’t blame them. Steve was… beautiful. More than beautiful.

Sometimes you could ignore the aching in your heart that you felt for someone else when you were looking into his eyes.

“It was,” Steve chuckled as his right hand touched yours where it rested on the inside of his left elbow. He hit the top floor that the main elevator would take you to, the one that only the team had clearance to get to without getting special permission.

The elevator music filled the silence as you tentatively leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Maybe we could… have a drink?” He suggested faintly in your ear, taking in the scent of your shampoo.

Playfully gasping, your free hand moved to rest on his broad chest as you looked at him. “Mr. Rogers, are you attempting to give a nineteen-year-old alcohol?” You asked like a properly scandalized southern belle.

Steve groaned dramatically, leaning his head against yours in a show of affection you hadn’t exactly been expecting. “Doll, are you teasing me?” He asked, sounding a little breathless. “Because I just… still don’t want this date to end…”

You two had come a very, very long way from yelling and insulting each other on that fateful mission just a few weeks ago.

It amazed you just how many dates you’d been on in a little under a month. But Steve had asked you to go on a date when you’d gotten back to the Tower from your mission, and then proceeded to have that date thirty minutes later in the form of turning on a movie and laying out a picnic blanket with a bunch of pillows and food.

It had been sweet, especially when he’d propped you up against the pillows and carefully massaged your hurt ankle, going from your yellow painted toes up to your calf. His strong hands worked your muscles, undoing knots you didn’t even know you had. You two had fallen asleep there together, and you’d woken up together, his arms around you and your head on his chest.

And he’d asked you to go on another date with him, which had happened two days later.

It had been a series of dates happening every other night if not every night sometimes, a whirlwind courtship.

And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Well. Actually…

No. You weren’t in the Red Room anymore, and the Soldat had never truly been yours.

The Soldat most likely just felt sorry for you, another little girl in a line of little girls trying their best to not be executed before they turned eighteen.

You were here now, at the Avengers Tower, with Steve Rogers nosing at your hair and holding you close enough that you could smell his aftershave.

And he wanted to have a drink with you.

This was someone you could have, someone you could love. Hell, you’d be lying if you tried to say you weren’t already falling for him. But not only were you falling for him, but he could fall for you and truly be with you.

Something you’d never gotten with the Soldat.

Granted, part of that was probably (definitely) your age. But your point still stood strong.

The strong, calloused hand on your hip tightened as you nodded, turning your head to press your nose against his cheek. “I’d really like that… A drink… and for this date to not end…” Your hand on his chest drifted down just a little, teasing his abdomen. “Maybe we could put on a movie… or some of those jazz albums you have…”

The chuckle that tickled your ear was dark and breathy, and you felt a kiss against your temples. “That sounds perfect.”

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he whisked you towards the second elevator that took you up to the third floor up. Thankfully, no one on the team was around to see you two rushing through the common area. Your heels clicked against the tiled floors as he led you to the end, where his door awaited the two of you.

You’d been to his room before, though sometimes you forgot just how big it was.

Definitely bigger than yours.

“How come your room is so much bigger than mine?” You whined as he let go of you to throw a record on his little turntable before sauntering over to the mini bar he kept. “And you can’t even get drunk on normal liquor.”

“I mean… I usually just have Asgardian mead stocked up…,” he admitted sheepishly as he reached into the mini fridge to grab a bottle of mead and a bottle of vodka. “But I… I got some stuff for if you… if you ever stayed over… or just… hung out here.”

It’s sweet. Really sweet.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you sat on the bed, running your hands over the soft comforter. “I’ve never drank before… So you’ll have to make something you think I’ll like. Because I… I have no idea what… drinks…” You were rambling. And you were extremely aware that you were rambling.

And you were pretty sure that he was aware that you were rambling based on the smile that was spreading across his face.

He came back over with a lowball glass, holding it out as he kneeled in front of you. “Here we go… Vodka with cranberry juice and a little bit of Red Bull. I know it sounds weird, but it actually tastes pretty solid.” Steve carefully slipped off both of your heels as you took the drink and sipped it, watching your expression closely. “What do you think?”

“Delicious.” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling a little like Cinderella. “Thank you…”

There was a heat in his eyes that you’d glimpsed before in passing, but now… The way he was looking at you made you feel hot and a little sweaty. “Doll…”

“Steve,” you breathed out, heart pounding. Soft jazz was floating through the air as he tentatively took the drink from your hands and set it to the side. “Please…”

The super soldier slowly pressed his lips to yours, guiding you onto the bed. “Is… Is this okay?” He asked, cupping your face before kissing you again.

“I… I’ve never… you know,” you said, letting out a weak laugh. You hadn’t wanted to admit you were a virgin, but well…

Baby blues softened as he sat up, pulling you with him so you were sitting chest to chest. “Do you want to? I’ll be gentle… I’ll make it good for you.”

“I do… and I know.” You couldn’t help but smile as you leaned in and kissed him, falling back onto the sheets.

An hour and a half later, you curled up against him, perfectly sated and ready to fall asleep right then.

“How do you feel?” Steve’s fingers ran soothingly up and down your spine, sending tickles along your skin.

“Sore… But in a good way.”

There was a permanent grin etched on his lips as he stole another sweet kiss, holding you close. “I meant to ask you this before we got back here… but I got nervous…” You could feel his heart rate increasing under your cheek. “I… Would you… Would you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you said with a laugh on your lips as you rolled over to lie on top of his chest, smiling against his lips. “Yeah, I’d love that…”

You stared up at the woman in front of you, your heart sinking. “Madame B… I… I thought you…”

“What? You thought I died?” She asked with a laugh, shaking her head. Stepping further into the cell, she took a moment to look you over, to really take you in. “You’ve gotten fat, malen’kaya.”

“Don’t call me that.”

A familiar smirk painted her face. “You’ve gotten braver since you’ve been gone… How long has it been again? A decade or so?” Madame B moved to crouch down in front of you, grabbing your chin roughly in her hand and squeezing. “I got to see you on the news… Fucking Captain America, huh? Thought you had that locked down… Though, I’m not sure how your precious Soldat feels about it…” The demon picked up immediately on the way your body tensed, and you scooted back until you were pressed against the cool concrete of the wall. “You think we didn’t know? We’ve had eyes on you ever since you… escaped. Natalia, too. You were never too far out of our grasp…” Her thin, bony fingers ran down your cheek, before sharply slapping you. “Are you really so stupid that you thought you could escape us? I raised you better than that.”

A wave of indignation rolled over you, and you straightened yourself up. “You didn’t raise me. If anyone raised me, Natalia did. You’re… You’re a…” Everything you had suppressed while you were in the Red Room was coming back, building like a tsunami. Unable to find the words, you spit in her face, your chest heaving as you watched the way she flinched back in disgust.

Madame B suddenly slammed your head back against the concrete wall, causing stars to bloom in your vision. You could barely focus as she reached into her pocket and flicked open a knife. One of the ones you used to practice with in the Red Room. “You’re going to regret that,” she hissed, her hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing hard. Your hands clawed at her, trying to get her off of you, but it was like you had no strength at all, still weakened by whatever they’d injected into your neck. “I can’t kill you… We’ve gotta wait until your Soldat comes to rescue you for that… But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you cry a little.”

Your voice went out as she brought the knife to your face and slowly ran it along your cheek, slicing open your soft skin. The white hot pain felt like it would overpower you.

But all you could think about was the fact that Bucky would be coming to rescue you at some point or another, and he’d be walking right into a trap. They’d drag him right back to that chair they used to torture him, to wipe his identity away. They’d turn him back into the weapon he’d worked so hard to not be anymore.

And for the first time, all you could hope for was that he never found you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #social media au

[yannadere]

Songbird Soliloquy

daryl dixon x afab!reader who's a musician

summary: y/n is an underground alt musician who uses their music to lure hordes away from the group.

tags: mild songfic, musician!reader, jealousy, pining, cuddles, fluff, injuries, hurt/comfort

((based off of jazmin beans's worldwide torture))

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

you sit patiently, tuning your guitar and giving it an experimental strum. the sound of your loud instrument alarms most people in the camp, and you smile sheepishly, turning down the built in amp. "y/n-." shane starts, but you cut him off. "relax, it's fine. it was barely loud compared to how loud this baby can get." you grin, continuing your tuning. "okay, just please don't alert every walker for miles to our location." he sighs, and you roll your eyes. "dude, relax. it was barely a strum." you giggle, noticing carl's curious gaze.

"hey, little man. wanna learn one day?" you ask with a smile, and he looks up at lori. "maybe when we're somewhere safer." she nods, smiling. "cool!" carl bounces slightly, clearly excited. "alright, the plan is to move out of atlanta..." rick states, and you nod as the group starts listening. "we're heading to fort benning, georgia. should be safer." rick informs, and the group seem to agree.

"alright, we're heading out asap." rick nods, walking away, lori following. daryl huffs, slumping down onto a chair next to you. "you ever gonna ditch that thing?" he asks, and you shake your head. "never. she's my baby." you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. daryl rolls his eyes and carl beams. "can you play something?" he asks, eyes staring at your guitar. "ahh- i don't think that would be smart..." lori butts in but you give carl a few chords to keep him happy. "not too loud." shane scolds, and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, we've gotta move." rick sighs, closing a car door. "alright. let's go."

the rv comes to a wheezing stop, and you open the door to step out, observing the broken down vehicle next to you. daryl's motorbike passes you and you grin at him as he glances at you. everyone gets out, observing the engine with disappointment. glenn chews his nails anxiously, and you nudge him as you approach him. "relax, dale can fix it." you grin, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "i don't know... it's more duct tape than hose... and i'm out of duct tape." dale huffs, shrugging before crossing his arms in thought.

"surely we could scavenge from these cars..?" you suggest, gesturing to the mass of dead cars down the road. "we can get supplies too..!" glenn nods, but lori doesn't seem happy. "this is a graveyard..." she points out, and you sigh. "lori, we need the stuff in this graveyard to survive." you say, walking away to gather some items. daryl follows you, seemingly agreeing to your statement.

you open a car door, peering inside. "ooh! jackpot!" a toothy grin covers your face as you pull out an unopened bottle of whiskey. daryl smirks at the sight, popping the trunk to check for anything useful. you shrug your backpack off to put the whiskey away when a noise catches your attention. a walker gurgles, trying to crawl towards you. you roll your eyes, grumbling about the 'ankle biter' before stomping on it's head with your heavy platform boots.

"they do some good damage?" daryl passes by you, moving on to another car near where t-dog was scavenging gas. "of course they do. i'm the one wearing them." you reply cheekily, adjusting your guitar strap idly. daryl huffs out a laugh, already searching through another car. "don't blow your ego up." he teases, and you chuckle, bumping him when you pass. another zombie catches your gaze in the distance, sluggishly trudging between cars. rick seems to spot it too, aiming but freezing as more seem to pop up. "daryl, look at this shit." you hiss, grabbing his vest roughly to point him in the direction of the approaching horde.

"holy shit..." daryl moves on quickly, going to pull you with him. "hold on, i can lead them away." you say, grabbing your guitar strap. "are you crazy?!" he snaps, going to grab your wrist. "absolutely." you grin, running towards the horde. you couldn't let anyone get hurt, there were kids in this camp. you had already witnessed so much death, feeling useless as you normally held no weapons other than your pocket knife. "this time, i'm gonna be the hero." you nod, ignoring everyone warning you as you vault over the barrier to sneak past.

you had your target, clambering upon the truck and turning up your guitar to max. you give the strings a harsh strum, happy with the tuning. slowly, the undead turn to you, and you grin. "come on, come get some." you whisper under your breath, starting up gently with a few notes. as the crowd slowly turns to you. eventually, as they start approaching you, you turn up your theme, playing your song adeptly. everyone comes out of hiding one by one to watch you, clearly shocked by your confidence.

carl seems to light up as you play your song, having to yell your lyrics so it would be heard over your guitar's loudness. shane and rick quickly gather the group, moving them back so no one would get hurt if a stray zombie wandered off, yet it seemed they all wanted you. the truck rocks slightly as they bang and press on it, yet you keep your balance.

"i'll be chewing on your face and knocking down your door-" you regain balance as the truck wobbles dangerously, glancing around for another safe car. a van was your best bet in case the truck went, but you had to wait for the rest of the horde to catch up. "a pure violation of god's great creation! it's an infestation, it's world domination-!" you belt out, the truck fully swaying by now. you glance up, everyone's staring at you anxiously. you had to come out on top for them.

thinking fast, you jump from the truck, landing on the van and almost slipping. the crowd slowly moves around the truck as it's rocking ceases, and you realise just how dangerous your new pedestal is. you have to keep moving to avoid getting grabbed, jumping across the cars and ignoring how your guitar doesn't hit every note perfectly.

"i never come second place, always been a big disgrace- shit." you dodge a walker quickly, clambering up onto another car. "smell the fear, i know you see- high achiever." you manage to get back on top of a high truck, watching two of the walkers approaching sophia who was at the side of the group. you strum aggressively, yelling your lyrics as far as your diaphragm would allow. "killing so i stay on top but i could never do any wrong! c'mon you freaks! i'm right here!" as sophia scrambles to carol's open arms, the zombies turn to you slowly and you grin.

"sour to the bone marrow, horrid to the core- all you've got is not enough, stupid! i just want more!" you yell, ignoring how the truck starts swaying. "and i'll throw another punch! yes, i'll get the highest score!" you land on the road, almost falling over before hopping over the barrier and leading them away. you had no plan, truly, only knowing that you had to lead the geeks away from the group.

as the music fades into the distance, the crowd of zombies following, the group almost relax. "what the hell are they thinking?!" dale snaps, peeking down from the top of the rv. "whatever they're thinking it worked." daryl huffs, crossing his arms and putting up a hard front to hide his anxiety. "are they gonna be okay?!" carol stresses, smoothing sophia's hair. "that was a LOT of walkers." lori adds on, holding carl close. "they'll be fine." daryl sighs gruffly. "let's wait for them to come back." he shrugs, walking off. "how are they gonna lose that many geeks?" glenn asks, and rick sighs. "let's just hope they do..." shane decides to add onto his friend's sentence. "and that they do it far from here."

night time approaches fast and the group's worry is increasing. carol notes how daryl anxiously scans the tree line for any sign of you. "daryl, come sit down." she sighs, gently touching his back. "nah, ain't that dark yet..." he sighs, perking up as a repeated clicking sounds through the woods. "you guys know y/n?" a woman asks, her horse jumping the barrier with ease. "yeah.. who're you?" daryl tenses.

"they're at my family's farm." the woman neglects his question, "they're hurt pretty bad." she adds, and daryl swears under his breath. "where's your farm?" he asks, approaching the woman. "i'll take you there. it's southeast from here, can't miss it. it's safe. we killed off the horde that was with them." she nods in the direction as daryl straddles the back of her horse before riding off with him.

"damn... they got away." t-dog says in amazement. "but they're injured. c'mon, we'll get ready to head there in the morning." rick nods, and everyone settles for a long night.

daryl dismounts the stranger's horse, running into the house where an old man stood. "they're-" "where are they?!" he snaps, pushing past. "they're resting." the old man replies calmly, leading him to a bed where you lay, a bloody bandage around your arm. "are they bit?" daryl tenses, observing you. you didn't look sick, but daryl couldn't tell in the poor lighting. "no. they got lucky." the man sighs. "i'm hershel greene. the woman who brought you here is my daughter maggie."

"there anyone else?" he asks, and hershel nods. "my other daughter beth and her boyfriend jimmy, my wife as well as otis who is out hunting and his wife patricia. you'll meet them in the morning." the old man nods, leaving daryl be. "you idiot..." he whispers, combing some hair out of your face. "you could've gotten killed." he adds, and you smirk slightly. "at least i helped... are they okay?" you ask, your voice raspy as your eyes peel open.

"everyone's fine, just worried." he shrugs, trying to seem like he doesn't care. "were you worried?" you tease, taking his hand in yours. "nah. but it's rather impressive how you managed to lead them away." he shrugs. "i passed out on these people's front door, i've got no idea how they dealt with those walkers." you cough, resting your hand on your dizzy head. "relax, don't overuse your brain. it ain't used to that much action." daryl smirks, nudging your arm.

"haha, very funny." you roll your eyes, swatting his elbow away. daryl lets out a breath of laughter, looking at you. "once i'm out this bed, i'm gonna try and figure out where the walkers went." you sit up, but daryl grabs you. "naw, you're resting tonight. you need it." he protests, pulling you back into the bed. as daryl goes to get up, you tug him back as well. "same goes to you, cowboy. come rest." you grin, pulling him onto the bed next to you.

daryl lands on his elbow to avoid landing on you. "before you protest, i could use the company right now. got a lot on my mind." you sigh as daryl hesitates before settling down. "wanna talk about it? 'm a good listener." he prompts, but you shake your head. "i'll manage... just need a familiar face right now." you sigh, resting your head on daryl's shoulder. "i get that.. i didn't have much but merle, and he helped me in his own way." daryl nods.

the two of you sit in silence, grieving over both of your losses before the topic changed. "what's wit' your song anyhow?" daryl asks, and you hum in question, looking at your guitar that was neatly leaned against the wall, your blood staining the strap. "dunno. was the first song that came to my head 'suppose." you yawn, voice sleepy. "had to have a loud song for my plan to work." you add, eyes fluttering closed.

daryl shuffles so his chest presses into yours, arm stiffly draping over you. "what if your plan didn't work? i saw that truck wobbling like it was about to tip over." daryl points out, and you shrug. "if it did, i would be dead, or at least bit." you sigh, opening your eyes once more. "you are an idiot." daryl scolds, and you chuckle. "mhm. but it worked. saved your ass anyway." you fall quiet before asking what's nagging your mind.

"is sophia okay?" you mumble, and daryl furrows his brows. "sophia? she's a bit shaken but yeah, she's doin' alright." daryl confirms and you let out a breath. "thank god." you chuckle as daryl shakes his head with a smile. "saw two of them going for her, too far to see if she got grabbed or not." you explain, and daryl hums. "well, she's not bit, carol would be hysterical if she was." daryl notes, and you nod, happy with his answer as you slowly doze off.

you wake up with daryl wrapped up around you tightly. he's normally the first one awake, so you guessed he had a late night. "dixon, c'mon. get up." you shake him gently, ignoring how he groans in protest. "daryl, c'mon! i wanna snoop around!" you whisper yell, jumping as hershel walks in abruptly. "ah, i see you're awake. lemme check your arm." the new presence wakes daryl immediately as he groggily blinks and grips the handle of his knife.

you sit up, letting hershel peel back the bandages with a yucky noise. you wince, letting out a pained noise as he pokes the flesh around your gash. "there's still bark in there from where that stick stabbed you." he notes with a sigh. "bark?" daryl sits up, watching hershel slowly press the bandages back onto the wound. "careful!" your friend snaps as you let out a strangled noise. "don't worry, they'll be fine." hershel replies, nonchalantly.

you pat your arm gently as if to soothe it as daryl broods, leaning over you protectively. "let's clean it up and get some fresh bandages on it." hershel gathers some material and his tools as well as calling to his wife to bring a bowl of water.

soon enough, you're say with an arrow in your mouth as hershel pulls the last piece of bark out of your arm, dropping it onto a tray where it clutters uselessly onto the metal. "right, let's clean it." he mumbles, mainly to himself as he wets a small cotton ball in water with a pair of tongs. with every gentle dab against your gash, you whimper, teeth clutching the metal of the arrow.

your free hand grabs the nearest thing to you which happened to be daryl's hand, squeezing tightly for reassurance as your eyes flutter closed. "do y'think it'll need stitches?" patricia asks, to which you shake your head. "i'm not having stitches." you protest, words muffled by the object you're biting. "unfortunately, you may need them..." hershel sighs, and you shake your head as he puts the tongs down. spitting out the arrow, you glare at hershel. "i'm not having them." you declare, barely being able to raise your arm to look at the wound crossing your bicep.

"i'm afraid you might have to. it's deeper than i thought." hershel nods, looking for his needle and thread that patricia hands to him. "i'm not having them!" you panic, scrambling back from the man and almost falling off the bed. daryl catches you, steadying you and glares at hershel. "y/n..." hershel tries but daryl snaps. "if they don't want 'em they ain't havin' them!" he snarls, and hershel backs down.

"fine. i can't force you." hershel sighs, putting the needle and thread down as you calm your breathing. daryl rubs your back soothingly, helping you unwind faster as maggie barges in. "daddy! the others are here." she informs, before leaving. hershel nods, gesturing for you to come over to him with some bandages. "i'll do it. patched up a fair amount of people in my time." daryl extends his hand to hershel who hands them over. "alright, but if you get it wrong i'll redo them."

with hershel gone and patricia following, you relax slightly as daryl readies your arm before gently wrapping the bandages around your bicep. "why don't you want stitches?" he asks, and you shudder. "i don't want a needle going through my arm!" your spine shivers at the thought. "naw, i get that.." he mumbles, carefully pinning the bandages into place with a safety pin. "done, c'mon. let's go see the others." he nods to the door, helping you up.

glenn smiles brightly at you, wrapping you up in a hug. "ow- careful- careful!" you hiss as he accidentally presses into your wound. "sorry!" he stumbles back, and carl bounds up to you. "y/n! you're alright!" he smiles brightly, and you smile awkwardly. "yeah..! i'm alright." you tense as he hugs you tightly, awkwardly patting his head and looking at lori for help. his mother laughs, beckoning him over. "you were so cool! the way they all looked at you and you didn't even get scared!" the boy beamed, practically vibrating.

"carl, c'mon!" sophia beams, gesturing to a swing nearby. "stay in sight of me or carol!" lori reminds and they nod. "glad to see you're alright." shane nods to your arm, and you grin. "i'm tough. had plenty of bottles to the head or thrown at me. i'll live." you cross your arms, glancing at daryl. "what happened anyway?" dale asked as hershel guided everyone to the house away from the tree line. "stray branch stabbed me. nothing awful." you shrug, peering to the barn curiously.

"daryl, i'm gonna go walk around, stretch my legs. you coming?" you smile, and daryl nods. "sure." you grab his hand to pull him away, but hershel stops you. "don't go too far and don't go in the barn. nothing in there but old rusty tools anyway and the last thing i need is another injury." he warns, and you sigh. "fine fine, no barn concert then." you grin, pulling daryl away from the group.

"you're going in anyway, aren't you?" daryl smirks, following you closely. "of course. are you saying you wouldn't?" you giggle before hearing carol yelp. "sophia?!" the two of you turn to see the mother searching the area around the swing desperately. "shit..! another time then." you run back to the group with daryl hot on your tail.

"carl said they were gonna play hide and seek so he doesn't know... i'm sure she didn't go far." rick sighs, adjusting his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes as he scans the tree line. "hershel, any idea of where she could hide around here?" shane asks, but hershel shakes his head. "nothing around here but open field..." he gestures around, and carol hiccups a sonb as lori tries to comfort her.

you look at daryl before glancing to the barn. "is she behind the barn?" you ask, and hershel falls quiet. "could be... but there's no way in other than the doors and we would of seen her go in." he shrugs. "me and daryl can scan around there, see what we can find." you nod, and daryl heads off in that direction. "don't go in!" hershel reminds you, and you feel your spine tickle with suspicion. "what a weirdo..." you roll your eyes and daryl hums.

you walk around the barn, gently calling out for sophia. "nothing..." you sigh, looking around. "hey, see that?" daryl asks, and you turn to where he points. "an open window..." you grin. "gimme a lift, i'm gonna take a peek." daryl crouches behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting you up so you can grab the windowsill.

"see anything?" he asks, but you shake your head, squinting harshly to try and see. "nah, it's too dark." you gesture for the flashlight daryl carries, and he hands it to you carefully to ensure he wouldn't drop you.

the light flickers, slowly blinking to life and you gasp, almost falling backwards. "holy shit!" you yelp, and daryl panics, pulling you back down. "what, what's in there?" he asks as you recover from the sight. "we need to go! there's a LOT of walkers in there!" you gasp, running back to the group.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fic #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction