#wood he saw by the shed out back and he decides fuck it I was raised by an inventor how hard can a tiny guitar be

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y'know what while I'm here lemme just

beauty and the beast au let's go thank you @rocksanddeadflowers and @blazeismyname for feeding the fire in my brain about this I have more doodles I promise but take this for now

#ebb rambles #the mechanisms #the creations and consequences of love #that's the new tag I think? #creations and consequences #just in case we haven't switched it yet #god... just.... think of Brian poking around the music room and he sees Tim staring longingly at an old guitar #and Tim pretends he wasn't and Brian pretends to believe him but he keeps thinking of the coil of wire he keeps for his hands and the scrap #wood he saw by the shed out back and he decides fuck it I was raised by an inventor how hard can a tiny guitar be #ebb draws stuff #the consequences of creation and love

[skyfallslayer]

Should We Stay or Should We Go? || Chapter Two

-A ST Rewrite Feat. Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🎲Summary: On the night of November 6th, 1983, Stephanie Henderson decided to walk her little brother’s friend, Will, back home. However… they never arrive. Now, Dustin, Mike and Lucas, and soon the exception of the girl’s ex-best friend, Steve, must band together to find out what happened. Meanwhile, Steph and Will must fight for their survival in this nightmarish version of Hawkins, Indiana.

🎲Chapter Summary: Lucas, Mike and Dustin try to talk to the girl they found in the woods; And Hopper questions an anxious Joyce about an unsettling phone call; Steph and Will must continue to survive; And Steve’s eyes get opened in a way he never saw coming.

🎲Pairings: Will x Platonic!OFC; Dustin x Sister!OC; Slow burn! Steve x Henderson!OFC (Ex-bestfriends to Lovers); Slow burn! Byler

🎲Rating: Teen-Mature

🎲Word Count: 11,024 (Oh, my lord)

🎲Date: 5/16/24

🎲Warnings: Angst; Swearing; Implied Broken Friendship; Talks of Kidnapping; Mental Strain/Breaking Down; Implying Sex; Lying; Implied Suicide; Death/Killing; Talks of Corpses; Blood; Gun Use; Steve's 'Asshole Era. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(And let me know if I missed anything)

🎲A/N: Jesus. This was a tough one to write and edit (Hopefully I didn't make too many mistakes). But, geez. Writing different POVs, everyone's thought was a tough one. But hopefully y'all can understand 😅. Also, I am NOT a D&D player, so some of lore just comes straight from the wiki. Hopefully that's reliable enough. Anyway, sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

|| THE NIGHT BEFORE || 

“What the fuck are you?!” Will heard her scream as the creature tried to outmatch her. The light above them grew brighter and brighter, and he squeezed his eyes shut while gripping her jacket tighter. He prayed this was just another nightmare. Maybe… Maybe he’s getting his wish when he hears the silence. Does he dare open his eyes and see the truth?

He’s scared, trembling, and it heightens when he hears the girl heaving for air. So much so he clenches his grip on the fabric tighter, the strange smelling air going through his nostrils causing him to gasp himself. When his eyes snapped open is when his coughing fit started.

He hears his name being called, and hands coming around his shoulders. He almost jerks away, afraid, until his orbs settle on the silhouette before him. 

“S-Steph?” He croaked, a sense of relief flooding his veins. “What just happened?” He could see the confusion on her face, looking around for clues. He followed her eyes, nose crinkling at the sight. “We’re still in the shed. But it’s… gross.”

She swallows. “Stay behind me.” She tells him, and guides herself through the door. They both shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. “Jesus, It’s freezing.”

Will and her looked around, the outside world seemed to be encased in a blue hue, the places around seemed to be tangled with vines and covered in something sticky. There was also a white powder that looked like snow, raining down from the dark skies above. A sky that didn’t even have moonlight like it did a few minutes ago.

“Did you hit your head when we crashed?” She asked after getting his attention away from the sky. 

He shakes his head, almost sadly. If that had both just hit their heads, would the situation have been better? He frowns, worriedly thinking away as the older girl tries to stay calm.

“Come on.” She says, gesturing to him to follow. “Let’s go inside. I want to see something.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT || 

The rain was coming down more intensely than before, followed by the grumbling of thunder and lightning. Somehow, miraculously, the boys, mostly Wheeler, managed to convince the strange girl they found in the woods to return home with them, and hid her in the basement.

“Is there a number we can call for your parents?” Mike asked, worriedly as the girl looked between the three boys, all scared and confused.

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?” Dustin spitted out, genuinely curious.

“Did you run away?” Lucas asked, skeptical. 

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Mike says, just as his friend questions a red sustain on her shirt. He slaps his hand away quickly. “Stop it! You’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

“I bet she’s deaf.” Dustin suggested, before taking a quick half step and smacking his hands together. The sound makes the girl flinch, and he frowns apologetically. “Not deaf.”

“That’s enough, all right? She’s just scared and cold.” Mike said, silencing the two before running over to the laundry basket and grabbing some clothes. “Here, these are clean. Okay?”

The girl takes them, taking a second to be grateful before she starts stripping– The boys freak out, Mike running up to stop her while the other two look away. 

“See over there?” He points. “Th-That’s the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?” She nods and he shows her inside. Just when he was about to shut it behind him, she grabs it forcibly. “You don’t want it closed?”

“No.” She finally says, surprising him.

“Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well… Um, how about we just keep the door…” He slowly moves it until there’s about three inches of space. “Just like this. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

Mike smiles and leaves her be, rejoining the group who were having a conversation of their own.

“This is mental.” Dustin said, freaking out.

“At least she can talk.” Mike points out, with Lucas shaking his head, replying,

“She said ‘no’ and ‘yes’. Your three-year-old sister says more.”

“She tried to get naked.” Dustin adds.

“There’s something seriously wrong with her.” Lucas said, touching his temple. “Like, wrong in the head.”

“She just went like…” The Henderson boy makes a motion of taking off shirt (and even knocked his own hat off his head).

“I bet she escaped from Pennhurst.”

“From where?” Mike said, eyebrow raised.

“The nuthouse in Kerley County.” 

“You got a lot of family there?” Dustin teased, getting a dirty look. 

“Bite me. Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she’s so crazy.”

“Why she went like…” He does the shirt motion again. In his mind this was helping him and Lucas’ case.

“‘She’s an escapee’ is the point. She’s probably a psycho.”

“Like Michael Myers.”

“Exactly! We should’ve never brought her here.”

“So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?” Mike asks, irritated. 

“Yes! We went out to find Will–” 

“And Phanie.” Dustin pressures. 

“And Steph – not another problem!” Lucas agrees.

“I think we should tell your mom.”

“I second that.”

Mike holds his hand up. “Who’s crazy now?” 

“How is that crazy?” Lucas scoffed.

“‘Cause, we weren’t supposed to be out tonight, remember?”

“So?”

“So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom–”

Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh, man.”

“Our houses become Alcatraz.” Lucas frowns.

“Exactly. We’ll never find Will, or Steph.” Mike says, seeing Dustin make the shirt motion once more, silently asking the question about the girl. “All right, here’s the plan. She sleeps here tonight.”

Henderson perked up again. “You’re letting a girl–” 

“Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She’ll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We’ll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will and Stephanie.”

Lucas and Dustin share a look, until one of them finally shrugged. “I guess that works.”  

“Great. We’ll start again tomorrow. Goodnight, guys.” Mike bid them as he went off to start making the mysterious girl a place to rest.

“This is crazy, man.” Lucas said, once they had snuck back out. “What the hell is Mike even thinking?”

“I don’t know. Do you think his plan will really work?” Dustin asked, as they headed over to where their bikes were hidden.

“I’m giving it less than a fifty percent chance of success.” He sighs. “I better get home.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey, don’t look so sad.” He pats his curly haired friend on the back. “We’ll find them.”

“I just want my sister back. You have no idea.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

In the following morning, in the Byers house, the eldest seemingly was keeping it together, making the morning meal like he always does and hoping his worrying mother would have just a bite. 

“All right, Mom. Breakfast is ready.” Jonathan said, while placing the plate down in front of her, her thoughts being interrupted. 

“What?” His mother said, before moving some papers. “No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay. All right–”

“I can’t eat.”

“I just need you to eat, Mom.”

“Listen, listen. The Xerox place opens in, like…” She looks down at her watch. “30 minutes–”

“Mom–”

“And I don’t want you to go alone–”

“No, I know. I told you, I got it.”

“So I’m gonna have Karen take you, ‘cause I should be here.” She gestures around, all jittery. “Claudia will meet you there, b-but if she’s not, she’ll reimburse us for the copies of Stephanie, I–”

He shakes his head with understanding. “Okay.”

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?” He nods again. “How much is a copy?”

“Mom?”

“Ten cents?”

“Mom?” 

“If we– ten cents”

“Mom, Mom!” Jonathan stops her from counting the cash she had laid out, and squeezes her shoulder with her other hang to calm her. “Y-You can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Joyce replies, taking a shaky inhale of nicotine. 

“No, it’s okay.” He reassures her softly, just before someone comes knocking on their door. The mother rushed over with her son on her tail, busting the door wide open for the exhausted police officer. 

“We’ve been waiting six hours.” 

“I know, I came as soon as I could.” Hopper replies, nearly dead on his feet.

“Six hours.”

“A little bit of trust here, all right?” He slides his hat off. “We’ve been searching all night, went all the way to Cartersville.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

Joyce made a choking sound and looked away. “God…”

Hopper frowns, sadly. “Flo says you got a phone call?”

“Oh, yeah.” Joyce nods and shows him their phone. 

He picks it, examining the speaker part of it which was charded black. “Storm barbecued this pretty good.”

She took a step back in surprise. “The storm?”

Hopper looked at her like she had two heads. “What else?”

“You’re saying that that’s not weird?”

“No, it’s weird.”

“Can we, like, trace who made the call? Contact the–”

“No, it doesn’t work like that.” He shakes his head, and then looks at her with all seriousness. “Now, uh, you’re sure it was Will? Because Flo said you just heard some breathing.”

“No. It was him, it was Will... and h-he was scared. And then something–”

“It was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you.”

“Who would do that?” Joyce questioned, face full of confusion and sickness.

“Well, this thing’s been on TV. It brings out all the crazies, you know. False leads, prank calls, uh–”

“No, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him.”

“Joyce.” He begins, as she denies him again

“Come on, how about a little trust here?” She laughs dryly. “What, you think I’m– I’m making this up?”

“I’m not saying that you’re making it up.” Hopper looks at her with concern again. “All I’m saying is it’s an emotional time for you.”

“And you think I don’t know my own son’s breathing?”

“Joyce–”

“Hopper, my son’s missing. A-And not only that, someone else’s daughter is missing.” She nervously takes a puff of her cigarette. “And you know what the mess up part about that is? Stephanie didn’t have to! She didn’t have to be the sweetheart she is and take my son home. She could have just drove past him, but she didn’t! She didn’t, Hop. And now I have to live with the thought that I made someone else’s kid go missing because I. Was. Working!” 

She ends with an emotional sigh, tightening the heavy tension it the room. Jonathan worriedly looking at his mother before, locking eyes with the police chief who was trying to find the right words to say.

“You hear from, uh, Lonnie yet?” Hopper asked after the small silence.

“No.”

“It’s been long enough.” He puts his hat back on. “I’m having him checked out.”

“Oh, come on!” She sighs loudly, watching him leave. “You’re wasting your time.” Then the door shuts, and rubs her temple. “Jesus. He never listens!”

Jonathan ponders for a moment, before asking, “Mom, how likely is it that Will would actually go to Lonnie’s?”

“I…” Joyce runs a hand through her messy locks. “It’s possible, but he lives a long, long way. Especially on foot. But… I don’t– maybe he would! I…” She sighs again, overwhelmed. “However, I don’t think he would have gone with Stephanie. He’s… W-Will knows your father’s not the best man, and Will, you know, has that heart of gold.”

That got a chuckle out of both of them. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think Will would have risked Stephanie like that.” She shakes her head. “No. She’s an older kid, and older sister. As much as this sounds messed up, she would have done anything to make sure Will was safe. I know it. So… my question is…” She locks eyes with her son. “What would a girl her age think is a safe place for a young boy?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| TWO NIGHTS AGO ||

Stephanie flipped the lightswitch on in the kitchen out of curiosity, but finds herself still submerged in darkness. “Just what I thought. There’s no light.” She says with a frown.

“The flash of light we saw–” Will looks up at her. “Do you think it was a power outage?” 

“I don’t think there’s light here, I mean-” She starts walking around, rubbing her shaking hands together. “Look at this place. I don’t think we’re in Hawkins anymore.” She shivers just a smidge. “At least it’s a little warmer inside here.” Then she hears a distressful sound. “Will?”

The boy was pale, pupils blown wide and had a small tremble. “W-What do you m-mean we’re not in Hawkins anymore?” He asked, lip quivering with a slight pant. “B-But th-this looks like my house. D-Did w-we get taken somewhere else? Can we even g-go home? I–”

“Shit… Will–” She rushes over, hands coming up to his shoulders while she gets on one knee. “Will? Hey, bud, listen– hey.” She makes sure his gaze meets hers. “Don’t freak out. I know it’s scary, but we’re going to figure this out. Once we do, I’m going to get us home, I promise.”

The boy sniffles into his shoulder, fighting back tears. “You promise?”

“I promise.” She says it without realizing the fate of those words.

He swallows and extends out a certain finger. “Pinky promise?”

Her breath was nearly taken away by that certain question, taking her far back into a distant memory. But… like hell she’s going to let that memory change her judgment. She interlocks hers with his and repeats, “Pinky promise.”

That got him to crack a smile. “So, what next?” He asks, making her rack her brain for a plan.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT DAY ||

He woke up again to his cat’s crying. The young Henderson frowns, heart clenching at how Mews was wondering where his sister was at. For the urban legend of how cats had no emotions, he’s certainly not seeing it. He rubbed his eyes and wandered aimlessly around, the thought of calling sick into school was still fresh in his mind. Should he? I mean it made sense, and it wasn’t like the school won’t understand, so….

Was that a yes?

He walked through the hallway, curls in his eyes as slows in front of his sister’s bedroom. His cat locked eyes with him, sadness and confusion filled the slitted pupils. Mews meows again.

“She’s not back yet.” Dustin says, getting a chirp. “We’re trying. She’ll be back soon.” He starts walking away, hearing him make a sad sound once more. 

“Dusty-bun, I’m going to make some posters.” Claudia said, who were gathering her belongings by the door. “I left you breakfast on the stove.”

His nervous fingers gripped his t-shirt as he tried not to sound so down. “Hey, Mom?” Her eyes meet his gaze. “Is it okay if I… stay home today?”

Claudia’s face softens bittersweetly. “Of course you can, sweety. If you leave the house for whatever reason, just leave me a note where you’re going, that’s all I ask.” She gives him a kiss on his hairline, and is one foot out the door before adding, “Oh! And be back before dark. Okay? Your Mama doesn’t need to worry about another kid.”

“Can do.”

He watches her smile and closes the door, locking it. He frowns at that action, I mean they’ve never locked their door before, and now it was becoming second nature. He was even surprised she told him he could leave the house. Or… did she not expect him to leave this place in the state he’s in? Sounds like something she would do.

He sighs and heads for the kitchen to make himself a plate. He didn’t have much of an appetite, really, but he didn’t want to hurt his mother’s feelings or make her beg for him to eat – he didn’t want to call ‘pot kettle black’ since he was the one that had to convince his mourning mother to eat last night. But it was hard, his fork just picking at the food, cutting it into smaller pieces to stare at before dropping his utensil onto the plate.

Steph… His fingers dug into his pocket and pulled the gold chain out, letting it sprawl out in his palm. He stares at it intensely, thinking. Come on, Sis, give me a sign. What happened to you and Will? What caused you to go off road and run? Run with Will’s shotgun out of all things?

What had got her so scared that they needed a weapon to protect themselves? Both her and Will were the last two people that would resort in violence, so the fact that they decided to arm themselves with a weapon tells him that something sinister was up.

But what? Dustin lays the necklace down next to him, pretending that she was here to eat with him like she always does, before deciding it was time to munch on what was left on his plate.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Hopper struggles to keep his mind clear after that conversation with Joyce. His thought always going back to this particular moment:

.

““Stephanie didn’t have to! She didn’t have to be the sweetheart she is and take my son home. She could have just drove past him, but she didn’t! She didn’t, Hop. And now I have to live with the thought that I made someone else’s kid go missing because I. Was. Working!””

.

Of course the woman felt guilty about everything. I mean, your kid goes missing, who else are you going to blame other than yourself? But she also was chipping away at the idea it was her fault that that poor girl was missing too. Blames herself for working later than usual, and wasn’t the one to come across her own son on the road and pick him up. That’s a lot of guilt for someone who’s holding the family together on her own.

He listens to the volunteers shout the children’s names, hoping that they would shout back. Hopper wishes that too. He prays that one of them would yell back for help and get this nightmare over with.

“Hey!” He shouts at the two officers. “Anything?”

Callahan shakes his head. “You?”

“No, nothing but a dead phone.”

“Joyce?”

Hopper nods. “About one step from falling off the edge.”

“She’s been a few steps for a while now, hasn’t she?” Powell asked, as he’s met with a stern glare. 

“Kid’s missing, man. Show a little class.” Hopper snaps, making them avert their eyes.

“All right…”

He exhales and takes off with the rest of the group, shouting, “Come on, let’s go! We got a lot of ground to cover.” He keeps his fingers crossed that this would be it. That this would be the search that brings them home.

For their mothers' sake.

For his sake.

For every goddamn person out of here’s sake. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| THE NIGHT BEFORE ||

Stephanie shifted through the last cabinet and frowns. “Well, we can’t cook anything because there’s no electricity. But we can eat the dry goods. Unless we can figure out how to start a fire” She sighs, and wrinkles her nose. I mean, they can go a few days without eating if they didn’t want to touch the box of crackers covered in goo. But water? How were they supposed to have water if the faucet comes out with something they probably shouldn’t drink.

She rubs her temples, thinking. “I guess we’re going to have to look for some bottled stuff to drink.” She makes contact with the boy who just entered the room. “How you feeling?”

“Fine. I got a bit of a chill, but we can still grab clothes out of the closets if we need it.” Will replies, hugging his walkie talkie close.

“And the call?”

“Nothing. I mean I could hardly ever get reception over here anyway, so maybe we can try finding a different spot.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea." She says with a sigh. “Where’s the shotgun?”

“Oh, uh– Mom’s room.” He points behind him.

“Alright, maybe I’ll take a peek outside. If it seems clear, maybe we can try to find some reception.” 

Stephanie leaves the room with Will looking back at his walkie. He had to remain strong, hopeful. He has to get through to someone. His friends, his family, one of them has to be able–

Wait.

Was he hearing things? Was his mind playing tricks?

His eyes trail to his living room where he swears he heard someone talking. It was faint, but you can’t miss it. 

It sounds like… His chest tightens at a thought, his brown orbs blown wide as he looks at the yellow phone on the wall. It was probably hopeless, stupid even, I mean… the damn thing didn’t work when Stephanie tried to call for help when they were being chased. But that was the real world, this was… fake? Maybe it different, maybe it’s—

Oh, shit.

Maybe he’s just grasping at straws at this point and hopes it turns out okay.

His fingers latch around the phone, pulling it off the receiver and dials his home’s number, praying with all his might that this ridiculous idea would actually work. 

Come on, come on, come on, come on, com–

Oh, he felt like crying when someone picked up.

[ ‘Hello?’ ]

His mother’s voice broke through and poke him in the heart. He couldn’t breath as relief washed over him like a storm.

[ ‘Hello? Lonnie? Hopper? Who is this?’ ]

Say something, say something, say something– His lip quivers as he swallows. “M-Mom?” He can’t wait till Steph hears about this. “M-Mom, I-It’s me.” 

She can hear me right? She has to. 

[ ‘Will? Will? It’s Will!’ ]

[ ‘Mom, it’s Will?’ ]

He could cry upon hearing the second voice. “J-Jonathan? Mom? M-Me and Stephanie are tr-trap in some weird place! I-I don’t know what t-to–”

Then he was cut off by the dreadful sound of the monster. Will watched as its claws wrapped around the corner, almost like it was pulling itself into the kitchen. He doesn’t even know where it came from. He didn’t even hear it freaking come in! 

He froze on sight, his mother shouting something he couldn’t make out as the beast with no eyes looked directly at him. He wanted to scream but it was stuck in his throat. Is this how he was going to die? Die by listening to his mother’s pleas to answer her?

It shrieked and seemed to get bigger, ready to strike him down before it took a bullet to the face. The shot made it fall against the wall, and Will drops the fried phone and backs himself away. Stephanie looked half scared to death too as she cocks the shotgun again and fires one more when it stands up, sending it flying to the living room. As quickly as her buckling knees could hold her, she rushes over to Will, pulling him behind her as she aims the barrel into the direction the beast was. Shaking intensely, she carefully peeks around the corner to find that it had completely vanished like it did earlier. She gasps in shock before sliding to the ground herself, mentally drained.

“Steph!!” Will calls out with worry. He could see her eyes glassing over, her skin becoming paler as she shouts, 

“Where the fuck are we?!” 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT DAY || 

Steve strolls into school, head in the clouds, and an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. His sleep went to complete shit after the conversation with his girlfriend last night. He still doesn’t understand why it was affecting him so much. It’s not like him and Steph hung out anymore. So why is he losing sleep over this?

You’re not even friends anymore, Harrington. He mentally slaps himself. Get your shit together– 

“Boo!” Tommy yelled, jumping out from behind the corner, startling him.

“Jesus, Hagan.” Steve said, holding his chest while the other teen laughed.

“That was so easy.”

“So–” Carol’s arm snakes around him with a grin. “Did you tell your little girlfriend about your party?” 

“I-I… not yet.” 

“What? You didn’t tell her at her house yesterday?” 

“N-No. Never got the chance to.”

“What?!” Tommy scoffs. “Stealthy Stevie didn’t get to use his skills last night?” Him and his girlfriend laughed, but then grew quiet seeing how distant the King was being. “What the fuck’s going on with you, man?”

“Um…” Steve’s gaze gets caught onto someone else, spotting a certain person posting a certain flier up on the bulletin board. He swallows, and masks a fake smile. “You guys go ahead to class. I got to grab something out of my locker.”

“Oh, we can go with you.” Carol begins, trying to follow him but he shakes them off.

“No, no. Go ahead. I’ll meet you there.” Steve ignores the strange looks they gave him before walking away. Deciding this was the ‘only’ way, he rushes over to the oldest Byers kid, ‘accidently’ pushing his shoulder into his, knocking the papers out of his hand while he was leaving. He scoffs, while saying, “Watch where you’re going!” 

Jonathan says nothing as he bends over to collect the rest, oblivious to the other teenager sliding a paper away with his foot. Once he leaves, Steve retrieves the flier from under his shoe, reading it over.  

  HAVE YOU SEEN ME? Stephanie Henderson Age 16, 5’4” Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, 110lbs. Last seen wearing a brown work uniform, black jacket, white sneakers, and a baseball cap. Reach out to Claudia Henderson or Joyce Byers at #### or #### 

Steve stares with a distant look in his eyes, thumb brushing over her picture. Such a gentle smile for a gentle person. God… why did they have to use that picture? It was right before he–

He frowns, throwing his head back. 

Fuck… 

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Back at the Wheeler’s house, Mike decided to stay home, his parents totally unaware of him doing so. He showed the new girl around his place, acting a bit giggly when they finally got to his room. He was so excited to show off his action figures, and comic books, and anything else that he holds close to his heart. He didn’t even realize she was starting to wander off to where a collection of trophies were. Her brown eyes grew with fascination by them.

“Oh, these are all my science fair trophies. We got first every year.” Mike’s smile drops just a tad. “Except for last year when we got third. Mr. Clarke said it was totally political.”

Yeah, it totally was that. He expected some kind of reaction from her, except for the one where her eyes widened and she slowly pointed to the picture of Will in their fair picture together.

Mike perked up, hopeful. “You know Will? Did you see him? Last Night? On the road? Did–” He pauses. “Hang on a sec.” Maybe he’s getting his hopes up as he grabs another photo after shifting around in his drawer. It was a picture of his friends’ families at the lake, posing nicely for the camera. 

He points to the girl in the right hand corner. “This is Stephanie. She’s his sister.” He points to Dustin who’s hanging out behind her. “She supposedly gave Will a ride the night he disappeared, and we can’t find her either. Did you see her too?”

The girl studies Steph’s face, slowly the same reaction she had from seeing Will returned as she pointed again. “I–”

Her answer was cut short when they heard something from outside. Mike gets up quickly, peeking through his curtains to see his mother’s car pulling into the driveway. He pales.

“Shit.” He rushes to grab her by the hand and strings her along. “We gotta hide!”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

Of course the eldest stayed awake for most of the night, the two of them tucked away in the far corner of Will’s room, her eyes trained on the door just in case that wretched monster appeared again. She kept a good grip on the shotgun, one foot planted on the ground for a quick pop up if needed. Adrenaline was pumping in her blood, she was fighting off her exhaustion and hunger, while a tune played on her dry lips.

“♪ Here we stand

Worlds apart, hearts broken in two. Two. Two

Sleepless nights.

Losing ground, I’m reaching for you. You. You

Feeling that it’s gone

Can’t change your mind

If we can’t go on

To survive–♪”

Will stirred beside her, his head resting on her shoulder that was starting to fall asleep, but she refused to jostle the kid. God knows he needs his rest. Well… so does she, but she’ll get around to that. 

Her mind wanders back to the conversation they had last night, the one where Will admitted he spoke to his mother on the phone. Shock wasn’t the right word, especially when she examined the phone that had been burnt black, and when asking again if he heard that right, the youngest Byers swears he did. 

Is there actually a way to communicate to… well… ‘our world’, I guess. She ponders on that thought, wondering if it’s possible to do so without frying your phone to death. Not to mention Will swears he heard people talking before calling his mother. Can we only communicate to the people we ‘hear’? 

She scolds herself. This hurts my head too much.

“♪ –The tide

Love divides

Someday, love will find you

Break those chains that bind you

One night will remind you

How we touched and went our separate ways

If he ever hurts you

True love won’t desert you

You know I still love you

Though we touched and went our separate ways– ♪”

Will stirred again, this time waking up slowly with a groan. “Was it a dream…?” He whispers, his eyes opening at a snail pace.

“I wish.” Steph says, sadly.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asks, rubbing his face.

Her heart skips a beat and a lie slips out. “Uh, yeah. It was fine.”

“That’s good.”

“We shouldn’t stay here.” She says, surprising him. “We should probably move around, maybe lose that monster for a while. And you’re probably hungry too, I know my mom keeps cans and bottled water down in our basement for emergencies. That should tie us over for a little while.”

“Is it even safe to go out?” He wonders, yet intrigued. He’ll admit… he is a bit famished. 

“I don’t know. But we got to try. Right?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Whoa, whoa. Careful, careful.” Hopper says as he snags his partner by the collar. “I need you alive for the next few days, at least.”

Callahan smirked and scoffed as he gestures to the Quarry below. “Oh, hell, I could survive that.” He said, making his superior laugh. “What? George Burness made the jump. And he was drunk as a skunk. He did it on a $10 bet.”

“George is a liar. You make that jump from this height, that water turns into cement. Hits you like a ton of bricks.” Hopper smacks his hands together. “Break every damn bone in your body.”

The youngster pondered on that for a second before shaking his head. “Nah.”

[ ‘Chief, you copy?’ ] 

Hopper grabs his walkie from his belt. “Yeah, Flo, talk to me.”

[ ‘Hey, Chief, we got a call from over at Benny’s. I think you need to get there right away.’ ]

And those were words he didn’t want to hear. So he and his team rushed over there as quickly as they could, and the first they were met with was the smell of a rotting corpse. 

“Ugh, Jesus!” Callahan said, covering his nose.

“Suicide?” Powell asked, after a moment of silence. 

Hopper hummed and stared in disbelief at the man laying on the table, pistol in hand and a bullet wound straight through the temple. There’s no way this can be real.

“Missing kid, suicide.” Callahan frowns. “You must feel like a big city cop again, huh, Chief? 

“Well, I mostly dealt with strangers back then.” Hopper replies, this particular moment he almost broke down. “Benny was my friend.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

Stephanie peeked outside before gesturing to Will to follow. The two of them had backpacks on that they found lying around, going to use them to fill up with anything they could find – But the task that lay ahead was going to be hard. The task was…

Walking back through Mirkwood to the Henderson home. 

No lights, just a few bullets to spare, and their pure will to survive (Or maybe it’s the fear that’s fueling that will).

“I don’t like this.” Will mutters, only a few minutes after they left the Byers’ driveway and down a few feet on the road. “What if that thing spawns in front of us again?”

“Then we shoot it and book it again. That’s all we can do now.” Steph replies, carefully looking around. But what if he’s right? What if thing actually just spawns out of thin air? Then there’s not telling where and when not to go.

He stays silent, shaking a tad as they make it further down the road. It took a hot minute for the older girl to notice this and stop briefly, the twelve year old’s eyes confused just as she held out her hand. Without missing a beat, his clammy hand takes it, squeezing it tight. She smiles just a tad, reminding her of Dustin before they started walking again.

She felt him hang on to dear life as they strolled into the darkest part of Mirkwood, the eeriness that was silence was making their hearts race. She came to a conclusion after facing the monster last night that she had to be the strong one here. She has to act like the older sister again, and remain calm, and to keep him safe.

I made a promise. I don’t know how to fulfill it just yet, but I’m going to get him out of here. Steph casts a glance down at him, the poor boy’s face looked so cold. Does hers look like that too?

She grins after a quick thought. “Hey–” His eyes locked with hers. “What does a ‘Ranger’ do in D&D? That one sounds intriguing to me.”

His face lights up. “You actually want to play D&D?”

“Hey, you suggested it, I might as well. So, the Ranger? What’s that like? The lore?”

“Well, Rangers are warriors that explore different civilizations, and they hunt down the deadliest of monsters. They’re trained in many different combat techniques, survival skills, and even some magic.”

“Magic? I like the sound of that.”

“They mostly reside in the forest, or anything ‘nature-y’.” 

She chuckles. “I don’t like the sound of that. What else? Aren’t there like… classes… or different types?

“Oh, yeah.” He nods. “I guess it depends on what you prefer. Do you want me to tell you?”

“I’m all ears.” Steph said, making a motion. I’m just glad he’s stopped shaking.

“Well, there’s a lot. The most common ones are ‘Beast Masters’, which are accompanied with an animal companion. Then there’s ‘Hunters’, which are mainly just professional assassins that take down monsters of all sorts. Now, even though all Rangers have the capability of taking monsters down, Hunters are strictly made just to do that.”

She hums. “Interesting.”

“Then there’s ‘Gloom Stalkers’, who live mostly in dark realms, and take down the shadowy beasts roaming the territory. They’re pretty good at ambushing their opponents.” He smiles. “Personally, I find that the coolest.”

“Well, I can see why. What else? Do Rangers get weapons?” 

“Of course! The most common is a two-blade or archery.”

“Archery sounds cool.”

“See, I agree. But I know Lucas always says it’s ‘stupid’, so–”

Steph shakes her head with a sigh. “Oh, well. I guess I’ll have to prove him wrong when I play.”

“So you are going to play with us!” Will said, joyfully, like you just told him Christmas was coming early.

“If that’s how I prove Lucas wrong, then so be it. So how does one newbie play D&D?” She asked, hopefully this will keep him occupied. At least I can keep him distracted until we get there.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT ||

“Are you out of your mind?” Lucas said, as soon as Mike was done with his explanation for them being here. 

“Just listen to me.” Mike pleads.

“You are out of your mind–”

“She knows about Will and Steph.”

Dustin perks up after being the silent one here. “What do you mean she knows about them?”

Mike grabs the pictures from earlier and holds them up. “She pointed at them, at their picture. She knew they were missing. I could tell.”

“You could tell?” Lucas asked, looking between the pictures and the girl who was on the bed.

“Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place where they disappeared?”

Dustin nodded, agreeing. “That is weird.”

“And she said bad people are after her.” Mike said, with a frown. “I think maybe these bad people are the same ones that took Will and Steph. I think she knows what happened to them.”

“Then why doesn’t she tell us?” Lucas asked, glaring at her direction before stomping over. “Do you know where they are?” He grabs her by the shoulder. “Do you know where Will and Stephanie are?!” 

“Stop it, you’re scaring her!” Mike pulls him away, as his friend brushes him off.

“She should be scared! If you know where they are, tell us! This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom.”

“No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?” Dustin asked, his thoughts from earlier about his sister and Will taking a shotgun with them crossed his mind.

Lucas gives him a weird look. “Her name is Eleven?” 

“El for short.” Mike clarifies.

“Mike! What kind of danger?” Dustin pushes, his stomach turning.

“Danger danger!” The brunette makes a finger gun and points it between Henderson’s eyes before moving over towards Lucas who demises quickly.

“No, no, no!” Sinclair snaps, rushing for the door. “We’re going back to plan A. We’re telling your mom.”

He pulls open the door only for it to slam shut automatically. Not even batting an eye at that, he tries again, for it to not only to shut with more force but to even lock itself. The boys look back at the only explanation, and they see El standing on her feet with a drop of blood coming out of her nose.

“No.” She said, with a tone that told them not to push it.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Back at the station, Hopper was questioning an anxious friend of Benny’s. Earl was his name, and he was sitting in a chair, eyes full of disbelief as he lit a cigarette.

“Just doesn’t make any sense, Chief.”

“You, uh, notice anything odd about him the last few weeks?” Hopper asked, trying to keep it professional (even though this case was hurting him the most). 

Earl shakes his head. “No, we’re fixin’ to go fishing down the Etowah next Sunday. I mean, he was lookin’ forward to it. I know that.”

“He got any enemies you might know about? I mean, people who might not want him around?”

“The exes didn’t like him much. That’s for sure, but… nah.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Yesterday. Lunch, same as always.”

“Just you and the boys?”

“Yep. Me and Henry and…” He pauses. “Well, there was this, uh, this kid. No kid did this.”

“Kid?” Hopper nearly perked up hope. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah. At lunch, uh, there was this boy that, uh I mean, he was trying to steal food out of Benny’s kitchen. Can you imagine that?”

Hopper locked eyes with Callahan who got the silent message. “This kid what’d he look like?”

“Well, he was about yea high.” Earl raises his arm up and out. “You know, tiny like. I didn’t get a good look at him, though. He was back in the kitchen.”

“He look like this?” Callahan asked, coming back with a missing kid poster of Will. 

He takes the flier, and immediately shakes his head. “Oh, no, that’s… that’s Lonnie’s missin’ kid. No. This was a different kid. This one had really short hair. I mean, it was buzzed nearly down to the scalp.”

Hopper tries not to let his composure break, and continues to hold on to the slimmer of hope. “Yeah, well, let’s… You know, let’s forget about the haircut. I mean, if this kid had a buzz cut… could it be Lonnie’s kid?”

“Well, I-I… didn’t get a good look at him. About the right height, though. I mean, could’ve been. Yeah, that’s… Could’ve been.”

Hopper frowns, taking the poster back from him. “And, you only saw the boy right? No girl? Teenager? Dark hair?”

“No.” Earl shakes his head once more. “No. I didn’t see a girl.”

The Chief mentally sighs. This is not good.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

[ ‘A party?’ ]

Finally! Steve thought, pumping his fist. She finally sounded intrigued. He was hoping this would make up for his weird behavior at school. 

And, no, no, no, It wasn’t because of– well… ‘you know who’. Totally not because of her. Totally, totally, totally not–

[ ‘Steve?’ ]

Nancy’s voice broke through his totally not clouded mind. “Uh, yeah, sorry. Yeah, a party. Well… kind of. It’s just going to be me, Tommy H. and Carol. No parents for the whole weekend, so we wouldn’t have to worry about them coming in and ruining the mo-jo.”

Just my friends and my girlfriend. Just having fun, no worries about–

[ ‘Not much of a party with just four people.’ ]

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll admit, it’s a little sad. But you know, it’s better this way. And, you know, if you want to, you can invite Barbara. If it makes you feel more comfortable. Or not. Or you don’t have to come–”

[ ‘Steve.’ ]

“Yeah?”

[ ‘I’ll totally come. But I’m going to try to convince Barb first if that’s alright.’ ]

“Yeah, Yeah. Totally. It starts at seven.”

[ ‘Starts at seven. Got it. I’ll see you then.’ ]

He smiles. “See you then. Bye.”

[ ‘Bye.’ ] 

“Yes!” He said, once he hung up the phone. “Finally.” He feels his spirits get lifted again. “This is going to be perfect.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

“Welcome to Mi Casa.” Stephanie said, upon entering her home. Just as gross and dark as Will’s. 

“You said the basement, right?” Will asked, the thought of eating something sounded nice.

“Yep.” 

They thought navigating below “sunlight” was going to be hard, but I guess living in darkness for nearly twenty-four hours had its perks. Finding the tote where the emergency supplies were easier than they thought, their stomachs growing when they saw the cans of food. 

“Hang on second.” Steph said, disappearing back up the stairs for a sec, and then coming back with some forks and a can opener. She uses her shirt to wipe it clean the best she could before using. “Pineapple or Peaches?”

“Pineapple, please.” Will said, drooling as she placed the open can in his hands. The two of them plop down criss-cross applesauce, sighing with relief that they could finally take a rest.

“We’ll have to take what we can, but don’t make your bag too heavy in case we need to run again. Got it?” She replies, sliding over a bottle of water to him too. He nods, and takes a second to chug some liquid too.

One can was enough for now, since none of them had any clue how long they’ll be here, they’ll need to ration what they can find. Food, water, a first aid kit, some mittens and hats, an extra jacket, socks (And Will was proud to find a half box of matches laying around).

“Do we need anything else?” He asked, making her think.

She hums, and feels around her pockets. “We need more ammo. Or another gun at least.”

“Do you have any?” 

“No. I don’t.” She closes her eyes. Now where could we get more nearby? 

But the more she thought about it, the more she dreaded. She does know one place they have a gun, and hopefully still does since it’s been so long. 

She sighs. “I know… one place that has a gun. It’s far though. Really far. It’ll take us a couple hours to get there on foot. But it’s closer than going to town.” 

“If that’s what we have to do, then let’s do it.” Will said, sliding his backpack back on, ready to start their journey again. He flashes her a goofy grin. “I hope I can count this as PE for school.”

If that was a joke to cheer her up then it totally worked. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Now that they might have a lead, the police and its volunteers spread out in the woods behind Benny’s diner, hoping to find some good news (For Hopper’s sake he really hopes so). 

“Hey, you think Earl really saw Will?” Callahan asked, trying to keep up with his Boss’ speed. “I mean, what’s he doin’ with a shaved head? And stealing food from Benny?”

“Tell you what, when we find him, we’ll ask.” Hopper replies, with an attitude. 

“Can’t ask a corpse questions.” Powell said, getting a glare. Suddenly, one of the volunteers blew a whistle. 

“Hold up! You got something?” Hopper shouted and broke into a sprint. “Hey, what do you got?”

“Not sure.” The person said, crouching down next to a drain. “Maybe nothing. I found this. In there.”

Hopper takes a piece of fabric from his hand, before shining his flashlight through the drain, still hopeful that maybe he was lying in there, scared but safe. 

“No way a kid crawls through there.” Powell said, in denial.

“I don’t know… a scared enough one might. His brother said he was good at hiding.”

“Yeah, but, just Will?” Callahan asked, conflicted. “What happened to Stephanie? ‘Cause there ain’t no way a teenager’s going to fit through this drain pipe.”

“Maybe they separated?” Powell questioned. 

“I’m not so sure about that. Claudia said her daughter would never leave anyone behind.”

“Willingly that is.”

“Come on, you two.” Hopper said, jogging again.

This time, they decided to follow the drain pipe that led them further into the forest. Just as their knees were about to give out, they’re met with an electric fence and a keep out sign for the one and only…

.

.

.

Hawkins Lab.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“El?” Mike announces his arrival into the basement. He had just finished having dinner with his family, and even convinced his mom to let his friends stay the night. All part of his plan to figure out what was happening to his missing family.

“No adults. Just us and some meatloaf.” He continues, placing a tray down in front of the makeshift fort, letting her know to come out. Her eyes trail to him and then to the two boys falling behind. “Don’t worry. They won’t tell anyone about you. They promise. Right?”

“We never would’ve upset you if we knew you had superpowers.” Dustin said, before getting hit in the leg by Mike. “Ow!”

“What Dustin is trying to say is that they were just scared… earlier. That’s all.”

“We just wanted to find our friends.” Lucas admitted, feeling a tad guilty for his actions. 

“‘Friends’?” El asked, confused by that word. It was so foreign to her. What does it even mean? 

“Yeah, friends. Will? Steph?”

“What are ‘friends’?” 

Lucas gave her a weird look. “Is she serious?” Henderson shrugged. “Um, a friend–”

“Is someone that you’d do anything for.” Mike cuts in. 

“You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards.” Dustin adds.

“And they never break a promise.”

“Especially when there’s spit.” Lucas also puts in, making sure she was getting it.

“Spit?” El said, tilting her head.

“A spit swear means–” He spits into his palm. “You never break your word.” He holds his hand out for Dustin to take and shake. “It’s a bond.”

Mike nods in agreement. “That’s super important, because friends… they tell each other things. Things that parents don’t know.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Barbara finally pulls the car over to the side after her friend insisted they stop here. She looks over at the brunette with a strange look. “What are we doing here? His house is three blocks away.”

“We can’t park in the driveway.” Nancy said, making the ginger roll her eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, the neighbors might see.”

“This is so stupid.” Barb shakes her head. “I’m just gonna drop you off.”

“Calm down, Barb. Come on. You promised that you’d go.” Nancy pleaded with her ‘baby doe’ face. “You’re coming. We’re gonna have a great time.”

“He just wants to get in your pants.”

Nancy chuckles with disbelief. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Nance… seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren’t home. Come on, you are not this stupid.”

“Tommy H. and Carol are gonna be there.”

“Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade.” Barb cringes at the thought. “It’ll probably just be, like, a big orgy.”

“Gross.”

“I’m serious!”

“All right, well…” Nancy takes her seat belt off and starts unbuttoning her sweater. “You can be, like, my guardian. All right? Make sure I don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.”

“Ugh.” Barb said, shaking her head. She watches as her friend takes her top off and starts fiddling around in her purse for another one. “Is that a new bra?”

Nancy pauses. “No.”

“So, obvious, Nancy…”

“Hey.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° 

“What’s the weirdo doing?” Lucas asked, watching her sit at their D&D table and close her eyes. 

“El?” Mike said, as they gathered around, waiting.

When she opens her eyes, she slowly gravitates to one of the pieces and picks it up. “Will.” She replies, showing it was the Wizard piece, the one that the boy always plays as.

“Superpowers.” Dustin said, as Lucas rolled his eyes, still not convinced about this whole thing. 

“Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?” Mike asks, just before she brushes the rest of the figures off the board and flips it over. She places the wizard piece on the board. “I don’t understand.”

“Hiding.” She replies, the boys looking at one another. She then places another figure down, surprising them.

“Who is that supposed to be?” Lucas asked, as Dustin perked up.

“The Ranger. Is that Stephanie?” He asked, as she nodded. “Are they hiding?” She nods again. “Together.” Another nod.

“From the bad men?” Mike asked, but she shakes her head in disappointment. “Then from who?”

And without saying another word she places another figure down.

It was a beast with two heads.

.

.

.

The Demogorgon.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| NOW ||

It took a while like she said, and luckily they had no trouble getting there, but what was troubling the young boy was that she wouldn’t tell him where they were going. Was she embarrassed by this place? Did something happen? He doesn’t know, but it’s gnawing at him.

“We’ve arrived.” She said, as they were coming up to it.

It was… a pretty big house, much bigger than his and even his friends’ houses. He wonders if this was one of the rich neighbourhoods or something like that. And sure enough… his questions would be answered when he happened to catch the name on the mailbox. 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Now he understands why she didn’t say anything. 

“So this is the…” Was he choosing his words correctly? “The King’s house?”

“Yep.” Stephanie said, hand on the doorknob which miraculously opened. She rolls her blue eyes. “They still keep it unlocked.” They stepped inside, still gloomy and covered in vines and goo like the last two. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Will follows behind, observing everything that seemed a bit foreign for him. “I knew they were rich but I didn’t know they were that rich.” He said after observing art piece after art piece that he knows isn’t locally made.

“Yeah, they got crazy money.” She said, and her pace seemed to quicken without her noticing. She hustles into the parents room, opening the closet to find a safe. “Shit.” She forgot about the lock. “Where did that bastard put the key?”

Stephanie starts running around the bedroom, pulling open drawers, looking through trinkets, his wife’s jewelry box too – A curse word after every failed attempt.

“Steph?” Will said, worriedly.

“Just give me a second.” She snapped, and left the room. She starts opening the drawers from the tables in the hallway, visibly getting more annoyed with each second. “For fuck sakes–”

“Stephanie!”

“What?!” She slammed it shut, rattling everything that was on. The force and her tone seemed to shock him, and even take a small step back. She grips the table, closing her eyes to calm herself. “Fuck. I just…”

And when she opens them she finds herself staring at the boy she wanted to forget about. It was a picture of him on his swim team, the frame saying: Championship 1981. She just stares at with emotions the youngest Byers couldn’t figure out what they were.

“Steph?” He asked, slowly.

“Yeah?”

“What happened to you and Steve?”

She continues to stare at the photo for another minute before pushing herself to stand. “I think he still keeps that knife in his room.” Was what she muttered before heading in the opposite direction to another room. 

Will could only wonder what really happened to them…

.

.

.

Just as the lights started to flicker.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° 

|| PRESENT ||

Inside the most “fabulous” party of the year, Barb laid back in one of the pool chairs, listening to the terrible music that’s blasting in her ear as her best friend watches her boyfriend slice a hole into a beer can and start drinking it all in one go.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy asked, as he sat down and lit a cigarette. 

“You’re not?” Steve asked, genuinely surprised. 

“You are a cliche, you do realize that?”

“You are a cliche. What with your– your grades and your band practice.”

“I’m so not in band.”

“Okay, party girl. Why don’t you just, uh, show us how it’s done, then?” He hands her the knife and a can.

“Okay.” She says, all giggly.

“You gotta make a little hole right in–”

“I got it.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, you douche!” Tommy said, as he crushes his own can on his forehead. 

Soon, everyone was chanting “Chug” as Nancy down a whole beer in under thirty seconds. Everyone cheered and laughed, proud at the achievement. 

“Barb, you wanna try?” Nancy asked, holding the blade up.

“What? No. No, I don’t want to. Thanks.” She said, shaking her head. But after a quick back and forth badgering she finally gave in. She rips the items out of the girl’s hand, clearly upset. It wasn’t long before her judgment was clouding her mind and accidentally nicks herself. 

“Whoa, Gnarly.” Tommy said, impressed by the deep cut.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, worriedly.

“Yeah.” Barb said, trying to push her away. 

“Barb, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s– Steve stands up, and starts taking her over to the sliding door. “It’s, uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.” He frowns. Shit of course.

But before he could say anything, Tommy had pushed Carol into the pool and then jumped in after her. Steve then shrugs, and lets a smirk play on his face as he does the same to Nancy before doing a cannonball.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| NOW ||

Steph tries to contain herself as she enters his room. It was taking a lot of strength not to just start flipping things over, and tear those stupid pendants off the wall.

Stupid fucking house. Stupid fucking room. Stupid fucking Harrington. She grits her teeth, fighting back the tears in her eyes as she desperately tries to remember where he hid the blade.

She lets out a groan. “For fuck sake’s, man! Where did you put it?!” She yells, and kicks whatever was near her. She swears something must have fallen out from it, but she doesn’t even want to look. 

God damn you, Harrington. She scolds, and rubs her face. How can he–

That’s when the light in his room flickered on and off scaring her half to death. “What the–”

“Stephanie!” Will’s voice shouted, kicking her into high gear.

“Fuck.” She mumbles, and races to find that blade.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT || 

As soon as Barb comes out of the bathroom, she immediately spots a certain someone heading up the stairs. “Nance! Nancy.” She shouts, getting her to stop. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Just… upstairs. To change. I… fell in the pool.” Nancy said, feeling like she was on cloud nine. “Why don’t you go ahead and go home. I’ll just… I’ll get a ride or something.”

“Nance–”

“Barb, I’m fine.”

“This isn’t you.”

“I’m fine. Just go ahead and go home, okay?” 

And then Nancy leaves her all alone, confused and heartbroken by her friend’s actions. But despite being hurt, she couldn’t just up and leave her drunken buddy like this. So… 

She decides to wait.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Steve had found her some clothes she could change in, and he was grinning like a kid upon the thought of seeing his girlfriend in his clothes. 

I’m such a dork. He tells himself as she calls out his name. “Yeah?” There was a look in her eyes that he’s never seen before, and honestly was turned on by it.

But ‘Fuck that’, says the universe, and the home phone starts to ring.

He groans, irritated. “Hang on a second–” He proceeds to run out of the room, and shouts, “Hey! Turn the music down in case it’s my parents.”

Nancy chuckles, cheeks flush because she was ready to lose her– wait. Did something just touch her leg? She looks down to find that a box was tipped over and had opened, and wonders when that happened. Did she accidently kick it without realizing? Or was it already like that? Frankly, curiosity got the best of her as she crouched down to try to fix it. But then, her actions slowed when she saw something.

The Wheeler picks up a paper – a flier – to her surprise was the missing poster of Stephanie Henderson. 

“What?” She says, quietly, confusedly. Why was he keeping this? And that’s when she puts two and two together. She starts shifting through the small pile which was made up of photos, movie tickets, receipts from a record store, arcade tokens and– “Oh, my god.”

Suddenly, Steve comes jogging back in, relief on his face. “False alarm. It was just–”

“So who is she to you?” Nancy asked, standing up and flashing the memorabilia at him.

His face falls immediately. “Hey, that’s–”

“Is she the person that was rumored you pushed away?”

“It’s nothing.” Steve replies, trying to take the stuff away from her, but she ain’t budging.

“It’s nothing, or she’s nothing?”

“It’s– W-What? You jealous?” He asked, trying to play this thing off cool, but his girlfriend wasn’t stupid.

“I’m not jealous. I’m just curious.” Nancy replies, honestly. She takes another look at the photos in her hand before looking back at him. “I mean, if she isn’t your friend anymore, then why do you hang on to all this stuff? Or better question–”

“Nancy, stop, it’s just–”

“Why did you break it off?”

His brain short circuits again. “What?”

“I said, ‘Why did you break it off?’ I mean…” She flips through some of the photos he has, memorized. “From what I see, you two remind me of Barb and I. You two look like you were tied at the hip. So why break it off?”

“I…” Why couldn’t he fucking talk all of a sudden? “I didn’t, I–”

“So, she broke it off?” She said, eyebrow raised. 

“No. I-I broke it off, she didn’t do anything–”

“So… why did you?”

“Nancy–”

“Look, I just want to understand you. I mean, every time I think I have you figured out you throw me through a loop.” She gives him a reassuring look as she picks up the box, shuffling whatever was remaining around. “I mean, from what I see, you seem like a completely different person then. I just wonder if it’s a good thing or a bad–” 

Now it was her turn to look lost (and for Steve to lose all the color in his face). She frowns, slowly pulling out a small casing. “Is this a… bullet?”

“That’s nothing!” He manages to snag at least that away.

“Why do you have a bullet in the box?!” She asks, eyes blown wide.

He swallows. “Nancy–”

“Did you shoot her or something?”

“What?!” He scoffs. “No! Why would I shoot her?!”

“Well did she shoot you?”

“No! Nobody shot anybody, it was just–”

“Then why do you have a stray bullet cas–”

“‘CAUSE IT WAS MY FAULT!! OKAY?!” Steve snaps, startling them both (He can’t believe he just lost his cool like that). He swallows again, head spinning at the memories (Why did he fucking leave the box right there?). “I just… there was an incident and… it… shaped my decision, okay? But it didn’t involve me or her with a gun, it was… s-someone else. Someone I know. I don’t know why I’m holding onto it, I…” He sighs and grabs the box, holding it out for her to put the stuff away.

It takes her a moment to process it all, and she does put all the stuff in her hands away, but she remains silent the whole time. She’s never seen him act this way before.

It honestly concerned her.

Nancy breaks eye contact, and only reverses it when she gathers the right words. “Look, Steve, I’m sorry I intruded, I probably shouldn’t have but… I’m just trying to understand you.”

Steve shakes his head, still confused. “I-I…” He shrugs, and crosses his arms defensibly. “What’s there to understand?”

Nancy gestures to him and says, “Well, for starters, you’re an airhead and–”

“So?” He cuts in, as she holds her tongue and continues. 

“And you’re arrogant, snarky, and sweet–”

“Sweet’s fine.”

“Of course. Sweet’s fine. I love how nice you are to me, Steve.” She then frowns for him. “However, that gets overshadowed by your… insecurities.”

He pauses, now it was his turn to take in those words (What the hell did she mean by that? He’s not… no). “I don’t… I don’t have any… any–”

“Steve.” Nancy takes a step closer. “I don’t know why the kid in these pictures decided to change into the one I’m seeing before me, but if that doesn’t have to do with any insecurities, then I’m not sure why you decided to make that change willingly.”

“I… W-Willingly?” He scoffs again. “What do you mean? I never change willingly? What are you even getting at, Nance?” He hasn’t changed. He’s never changed. What is she even getting at?

But Nancy looked at him with eyes full of pity and took another step closer. “I don’t know what the reason was for you two to stop being friends, but all I know, from what I gathered, she wasn’t the one to end it.” She places Steph’s flier on his chest that he subconsciously grabbed, and said one last thing before leaving his room. And that was,

“Maybe there was a good reason for you to end it, but that’s not an excuse for you to stop being who you really are.”

And Steve’s left with an epiphany he’s not sure he can decipher. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| NOW || 

As soon as the lock was broken, she retrieved the gun from the safe and frantically told her companion to get down the stairs. Will and Steph’s hearts were in their ears, and it sped up when the light above the front door flickered.

“Shit–” She pulls the boy to a halt, and redirects them to the back door. “Go, go, go, go, go.” 

She throws open the sliding door, and out into the backyard, but as soon as they step foot onto the ground, the lights around the empty pool start to flicker. The two of them stopped immediately and held their breaths. They weren’t sure where the beast was at, but it was definitely nearby ready to snatch them up.

They were afraid to even breathe or twitch. What if this thing really does appear out of thin air?

They both jolted when a loud growl came from somewhere inside the pool. Wasting no time, Steph taps Will on the arm and makes a shushing gesture, then waves him to follow her. The boy understood completely, and the two of them move slowly, so carefully that there’s not way–

The both of them screamed when two human hands grabbed onto the top of the pool ladder. 

A girl’s head poked up, face battered and covered in grime, her glasses shattered and splattered with blood. The girl looked so fam–

“Nancy!!” She shouts, as something growls behind her, scaring all of them to their core. And when her eyes landed on the two of them, she desperately yelled for help just seconds before the beast’s claws wrapped around her head and pulled her back. 

Will and Steph matched the girl’s scream, and the beast roared in delight that his prey was just right in front of it. Its claws could be seen grabbing the ladder, like it was trying to crawl out and feast.

That’s when the two of them booked it. 

The guns rattled in their hands.

The tears in their eyes.

Whatever this place was, they knew…

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.

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This couldn’t get compared to hell itself.

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how to get out of love (part ii)

xavier thorpe x reader

summary: It has always been the two of you, he just saw it too late.

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds.

a/n: thank you for the love in part 1! I hope you guys enjoy this as much<3

part 1

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°°°

It wasn't unusual for Xavier to sit alone as he watches his friends reunite with their family every year. He was never his father's priority, and thankfully it doesn't bug him as much as it used to.

What made this year even lonelier was the fact he didn't even have you to keep him company.

He's given up all attempts to talk to you after always being shut down.

Now he just stares longingly when you pass by him, wishing he could turn back time and redid everything he's done wrong.

He sighs as he watches Bianca walks away with her often distant mother. Even she had someone with her.

His heart aches and he knows it's his own fault, always wanting more than he needed, and ending up losing all he ever had.

You were nowhere to be seen today, his wandering eyes keep search of you.

He wonders if it's as hard for you as it is for him. Having no living family member left, loneliness was a part of your being before he came into your life, but you made it look easy when you shrugged his presence off your life, resuming back to silent days alone through classes.

Xavier snaps himself out of his thoughts before deciding to head towards his shed, if there was one thing he could do today was make the best of the solace.

°°°

Today was a no-off campus day, unless you had a guardian or parent with you, all students must remain inside. But being invisible was one of your specialty, literally.

You found yourself in your usual comfort spot deep inside the woods.

Though other people might fear going in this far, you were used to it. The forest was your home, even without a family, you had made it your own.

You spotted the large circle of mushrooms you've planted in the middle of the ground and sighed in relieved before slinging your backpack off before laying in the middle.

Even the most foolish of fools knew that fairy circles were nothing but myths, yet sometimes you'd lie in the circle with your eyes closed, basking in the sunbeams through the trees, imagining the dead hands of your fairy mother coming and whisking you away.

And then you'd wake up.

You had came here less and less since you've gotten close with Xavier, he became as close as a family could be to you.

But today, the tantalizing reminder of his offense burnt through your mind like adding salt to fresh wound, as if being forced to watch everyone with their families wasn't painful enough.

You have never felt more alone.

You jerk up suddenly at the loud sound of rustling bushes and frown at your surroundings, trying to find the source.

Getting up to investigate, you slowly walk while crouching down step by step, peeking inside the overgrown bushes in front of you.

An ear perked up and your breath hitches as you froze at the sight.

The loud meowing noise forces the air of relief to leave you, sighing heavily.

Your body relaxes and you let out a short laugh at your panicked state before reaching your hand out to pet the black cat.

Before you could touch it, it welps loudly and jumped over your head, pushing your back to the ground before running away.

"What the fuck." Your heart skipped fast at the sudden attack of the furry creature and you almost cursed it for rejecting your affection.

That was until you saw what it was running from.

Hand on your head, trying to soothe the pain the black cat inflicted, your eyes took it's time to notice the large lingering beast in front of you. And your legs fails you as it leaped forward.

°°°

"I don't have time for this Ajax-" Xavier groans at his friend for the fifth time as he grabs his jacket after covering his canvas.

"I'm telling you man- whatever you do, do not get her dog food as an apology gift." The gargoyle insists sternly after multiple suggestions on how to get you to forgive Xavier.

"Why the fuck would I get her dog food?" He asks confused.

Ajax shrugged, "I don't know, but I tried it with Enid once, let's just say it didn't work out well."

Xavier frowns at him and shook his head before turning to leave the shed, "Whatever just- lock the door for me when you leave, alright?"

He hears Ajax's 'I got you man' and focuses his steps towards the woods, his feet fast moving as his mind races equally as fast and nerve-wreckingly.

He knew why Wednesday suspected him as the Hyde, almost everytime an attack happened, he's there. He couldn't have told her of his dreams, his visions, of every single future victim, always almost too late appearing to him.

A girl like her would use such information againts him.

In times like this, he can't decide if he was grateful for mournful of his gift. If he can't make it on time to you, it'll all be for nothing, all this prophetic dreams he had gotten would just be another reason for him to hate himself even more.

So he runs faster.

He stops in his tracks as he reaches the middle of the woods, your pink hoodie by his foot.

His fear that he was too late, resolves immediately when he sees you on the ground. Bleeding from your stomach, but alive.

No monster in sight, only you and Wednesday Addams standing by your side.

He snaps out of his dazed state immediately when your eyes meets his and he does hesitate to crouch down, pulling you into his chest, blood and all.

He almost pull back in fear of you pushing him away. But when he feels you leaning in, gasping out his name, his hands doesn't let down his hold on you.

"I'm so sorry, im is sorry i-" He restrain falls as he squeezes you tight , apologizing profusely, feeling his heart cracks when he hears you sobbing through his shirt.

Your hands grip his shirt and he feels your body trembling, the realization of your condition hits him and he pulls you up to his chest before lifting you up from the ground.

"We need to get her help." His voice stern as he turns to Wednesday.

The girl only glares at him, "How did you know she was here?"

He flinches at her accusing tone and frowns.

"Because I know her. Now if you're going to keep accusing me of being the Hyde, can you at least wait until she gets help?" He snaps at her, clutching you right to him as you moan in pain.

Wednesday nods abruptly and starts walking forward. "We need to get her to the hospital, before too much blood runs out-"

"No! Not the hospital-" You bursted out She halts her steps and turns to you I'm confusion.

"This is not the time to play tough [name], you're fatally wounded and my expertise only goes as far as minimal wound stitchings." She scolds you, her voice raising.

You shook your head and pleaded to Xavier. "Just take me to the infirmary-"

He knew why you hated hospitals, how much pain lurked in that place for you, but he couldn't risk losing you.

"Start the car, I'm coming right behind you." He demands to Wednesday and running after her, ignoring your begging.

°°°

The surgery ended two hours ago, and the last thing you remembered was Xavier's voice begging you not to pass out, something about a concussion.

If you felt terrible earlier, now was just as bad.

Tubes of water needles straight into your arms, you open your eyes, taking in the white walls of your worst nightmare.

This was where your mother died, and it was the last place you wanted to be in.

Still, you were grateful that they'd fixed you up. You could barely move your lower body and your stomach aches terribly, but you were alive at least.

You look towards the door as a nurse enter with a tray of needles. "Hello sweetheart." She greeted you, seemingly pleased that you're awake.

"I know you probably feel horrible now, so I'm just going to inject some antibiotics and painkillers for you alright?" You nod weakly and surrender you arms to her as she does her work.

She leaves a moment after, the painkiller doing wonders for your pounding headache as you fall back into sleep, giving your body the rest it needed.

You snap awake at the sudden feeling of a presence.

Your hands tightly clutches the fingers holding yours.

"It's me, it's just me." He speaks up to calm you down immediately.

You breathed out a relieved sigh when you saw Xavier's face, sitting by your side.

"You're here." You mumbled out, drowsy.

"Always. I'll always be here." He assures you gently, his thumb tracing your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

"I'm sorry, I was too late." You shook your head and squeezed his hand. "You couldn't have known."

His brows furrowed and he attempts to read your sincerity. "You're not going to ask me how I knew?"

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Well I know for one thing you're not the Hyde, you're too stupid for that."

A shy grin escapes him and he snorts.

"Wednesday shouldn't have known I was there either, but she did, and she's not the monster too. So whenever you're ready to tell me your little secret, I'll be right here." You tell him understandingly.

It was that moment, all his past guilt comes slithering in. He was so stupid and he almost lost you because of it, he wouldn't trade you for the world, especially not for some random girl or ex girlfriends, you are more than a phase for him.

You're his whole life.

Before he could open his mouth the get a word up, you shook your head and shushed him. "Whatever you need to say, tell me after I get enough sleep." You forced.

He gulps and nods his head.

"Take your rest, I'm not going to leave you, not again."

Your eyes slowly closes again and let yourself relax in his presence.

"I know you won't."

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Chase

Author’s note: The fourth fic for Nadesir! previous. Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @kit-williams

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, ask me if you want me to tag something else

Summary: Nadesir catches the trail of one of the lurking Alpha Legionnaires, but something more worrying comes up.

Nadesir silently made his way through the forest, using his wings to keep from leaving tracks on the ground. For reasons known only to them, the Dark Angel Interrogator Chaplain and the squad he had brought with him had decided to linger in the small human town, and had been terrorizing random Astartes by asking questions that made no fucking sense to him. Perhaps it was a Loyalist thing that they were chasing? Not that the Night Lord Raptor had made it his business to find out what the Dark Angels were up to - though he hoped that they would fuck off soon. With the Alpha Legionaries somewhere in the forest that he was currently flying through doing fuck knows what, the presence of another group of deeply mysterious and secretive Astartes was... Not great. While he was looking for four-legged prey to hunt, Nadesir was keeping a careful eye on his surroundings, just in case he caught a glimpse of a hydra lurking in these woods, or to catch their trail.

If he could find where they were hiding out in - when not sneaking around the town in the guise as other marines - it might help? If he could make his way through the Alpha Legion base, try to snoop through their things, to see if they had any plans written down - likely coded, if it was written down - he and the other bonded Astares who lived with their humans might have a clue as to what those teal-hued snakes were after. Not that Nadesir was of the opinion that they should give the Alpha Legionaries whatever it was they were after. Not with the underhanded groxshit that they've been pulling for months now. 

Snap!

A branch broke loudly, startling the Night Lord, and Nadesir choked back the instinctive desire to hiss or growl at whatever had made such a sound, whirling where he was hovering to try and see the cause of the broken branch. At first, all he could see were several different kinds of trees - odd, as none of them were the type of tree to shed branches at this time of year unless the tree was damaged or sick somehow - when he saw a flash of teal and silver. A vicious smirk spread across his face beneath his helmet as he flew as swiftly and as silently as he could manage toward the brightly colored flash he'd seen.

He quickly approached where he'd seen the initial flash of silver and teal, noting that particular Alpha Legionnaire had indeed been caught in the deadfall trap that he'd left out for unwary prey, from the destroyed trap and the scrapings of paint on the underside of the large and heavy branch the other had likely been trapped - or partially - trapped under. There were a set of Astartes-sized footprints for him to follow deeper into the woods. The smirk on his face broadened to a grin, and he was about to fly off to hunt down his two-legged prey when he paused for a moment as he got a message from his bonded.

[You busy, Vanya?]

He hesitated for a moment before answering, using the text-to-speech feature in his helmet (making sure that his external comms were off - no need to potentially tip off to his prey that he was closeby) [Somewhat, but never too busy for you. Did you need something? I am on a hunt.]

[Oh, have fun! I just thought I saw you at the grocery store. Must have been another Night Lord.] She said, unintentionally causing Nadesir to panic a little.

He didn't know of any other Night Lords who lived in this area, and there were no Night Lords in the migratory war bands who passed through this town. At least, that had been true the last time one of the warbands had passed through, and they'd come and gone before this group of Alpha Legionnaires had decided to be spooky bastards. [... Be careful, darling. Most of my brothers are... Spectacular in how poorly socialized they are, to use your words. And it's possible that the Night Lord You saw was actually one of the shape-shifter Astartes borrowing someone else's form.]

[I'll keep that in mind. Have fun on your hunt, Vanya!] She texted back [I'll tell you when I get home.]

[See you soon, this hunt shouldn't take long.] Nadesir promised, anxiety and determination making his hearts beat quickly. He was torn between his desire to run the Alpha Legionnaire to ground, and flying back to his bonded... Especialy with this suspect Night Lord in town, he was worried that this might be some kind of trap or bluff -

Snap!

Another broken branch. Another flash of teal and silver paint.

A silent snarl left Nadesir as he lunged for his prey, while also making sure to send all of the information he'd gathered on this hunt to the Ultramarine Lieutenant who'd been put in charge of handling all information that the allied Astartes in the area had gathered on their wholly unwelcome visitors. That way if he was captured or went completely silent, they had some sort of clue as to what had happened to him.

The trees were too close together for Nadesir to fly properly, but he leapt from branch to branch in the upper canopy, gliding on silent wings as he sought out the Alpha Legionnaire he'd caught sight of twice, one hand on his bolter, the other helping to steady himself on the branch he leapt to, to keep from making too much noise. 

It did not take long for the Night Lord to catch up with the single Alpha Legionnaire who was limping on the ground.

...

Why was there only one of them? Of the traitor legions (were Alpha legionnaires traitor? They were labeled such by the Loyalists, but Nadesir wouldn't be surprised if the true answer was much more complicated. Even so, was this Alpha Legionnaire a traitor, or was he from a time before the Horus Heresy?) the Alpha Legion almost never splintered off into groups fewer than two. He looked for signs of more Alpha Legionnaires, but did not find any. He kept pace with the bastard Hydra limping around on the ground, careful to keep behind him and moving as silently as possible, in the hopes that if the other did not know he was there, that he would not alert the other to his presence. And the injured Alpha fucker definitely seemed to be headed in a specific direction, rather than wandering around aimlessly.

Nadesir stalked the injured Alpha Legionnaire from the forest canopy, resisting the urge to swoop down and pounce on the bastard - to tear him limb from limb and leave a pretty little warning for his fellow teal fucks to find in the woods - patience was the mark of a true hunter, and if he was lucky, the other would lead him directly to wherever it was the group of Alpha Legionnaires were lairing. Hours passed, and the Alpha legionnaire eventually limped up a well-worn forest trail to a wooden cabin, knocking on it four times before entering.

Anticipation sung through the Night Lord's veins, but he again sent his current coordinates and a short explanation as to what he'd found to Lieutenant Ollias. He paused for a moment, realizing that his beloved bonded had sent him three more messages, while he'd been focused on the hunt, each more concerning than the last.

[I'm almost home, but I think I'll need to spend some time at a neighbor's place. I think someone's following me.]

then

[How badly socialized are most Night Lords, again? The one from the grocery store is trying to talk to me. Says he can smell you on me?]

and finally, a terrifying 

[Help! He's ajklreg-]

The timestamp was half an hour ago. No no no no no! Nadesir knew that he should have turned around and gone to his beloved at the first mention of another Night Lord. It was too unusual a happenstance for it to be a good thing, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something awful had happened to his bonded. He could only hope that she was still alive. He'd been told by older Astartes that they had felt when their human had died. Had felt the bond snap as their sanity waned. Forcing down the panic, Nadesir closed his eyes as he reached out to the wonderful, strange bond that he had with his beloved human, trying to get a general sense of where she was, his body already moving towards where she was by the time he opened his eyes again.

He could hear and smell the large, unmarked van coming minutes before it arrived, its noisy engine and awful pollutants chugging along, with his bonded inside of it. The van was moving at speed - but no faster than Nadesir himself could run. He silently judged the distance before landing on the roof of the van with an unfortunate thud.

Nadesir dug his claws into the roof of the van, the inferior metals bending and buckling beneath his strength and frantic determination. the metal shrieked and screeched as he tore open a hole large enough to see what was going on.

His human was bound and gagged, held in place by a wide-eyed human male. She was struggling against him. There were several other humans in the van, two of whom were also bound and gagged, the other six trying to keep them in place. All three of the captured humans were bonded to Astartes. He leaned in, growling in the dominant human language "I don't care what foolishness you think you're up to, but I will be taking the humans you are foolishly attempting to kidnap. Resist and I will kill you."

"Y-y-you wouldn't dare!" One of the capturing humans stuttered. He stunk of fear and was dressed in a black suit and tie, with a white under-shirt. "I-I am-"

"I. Don't. Care. Who. You think you are. You attempted to kidnap my bonded, and the bonded of two others I consider allies and friends. Then again, I could leave you stranded here. The Hydra hunt in this region. I'm sure they would feast upon your fear and helplessness before tearing you apart." Nadesir hissed. Or he could leave them for the Salamanders to find. While they were loving and soft to those whom they cherished... Well, these idiots definitely would have roused the fury of the dragons. And enraged Salamanders were breathtakingly vicious and cruel. 

"We... We... We still have a working-" Suit and tie stuttered uselessly.

Nadesir ignored his babbling, looking over to his beloved - who continued to struggle furiously against her captor. He reached for her, cutting the ropes off of her, offering her his combat knife "I'm going to stop the vehicle. I imagine these two's bonded aren't far behind you." He gently bumped his helmeted head against her forehead in a gesture of affection. "Strike hard and fast, my heart." Before he crawled back on top of the van, pulling his bolter from it's holster and shooting at the hood of the van, aiming for where the engine probably was, and blowing a large hole through the middle of it.

There was a lot of panicked shouting and wailing from the would-be kidnappers. Their symphony of fear was almost enough to provoke Nadesir to purr - but he wouldn't. Not until his precious human was safe. And that the other kidnapped humans were safe too. 

Sure enough, he could see several large green Astartes sprinting down the road towards the rapidly slowing van. He waved at them from his perch, calling out to them over vox {You here to retrieve our kidnapped humans?}

{Yes! Your appearance is timely, if surprising. We were told you were on a hunt?} The lead Salamander asked. He was one of the Primaris Marines - larger and allegedly better than first born marines. The young dragon was sure a fast fucker, at any rate. Nadesir wasn't sure what his name was.

{I was. Then my human texted me for help, so I followed my bond to where my human is. I've given her my combat knife and freed her hands and legs, so the others who were captured are going to be freed soon too.} Nadesir explained, looking back into the hole he'd created. Sure enough, his beloved had freed the other two bonded humans - and was threatening Suit-and-Tie human at knife point, using methods he'd taught her. He's so proud of her. He calls out to her "Are you ready to go, love? Or do you want to kill your would-be capturer? Or I could kill him for you, and give you his heart to devour. Or his liver. Or both!" He was... Mostly joking. He knew that cannibalism wasn't something that most humans on ancient terra did unless under extreme circumstances and desperate. But he was leaning into the terrifying reputation that his legion had earned on Ancient Terra.

"... I'd rather they face the justice system, then have them killed out of hand, Vanya. Even if this shithead's parents are wealthy enough to pay off the courts." His human huffed, glaring darkly at suit-and-tie.

"Mmm, the squad of angry Dragons says otherwise, dearheart." Nadesir crooned. He doubted that these would-be kidnappers would last long in captivity, unless they had some very compelling information to give to the local chapter masters. "Then again, the Interrogator Chaplain has been getting restless... I'm sure he'd be delighted to... Mete out the due justice these fools have earned." Oh look, and the scary bastard and his posse were following the squad of furious Salamanders. "You never should have kidnapped our humans. Ready to go home, darling?"

His human blinked and smiled, handing him his combat knife. Instead, he picked her up, nuzzling her lovingly. "I thought you wanted to hunt?" she asked, confused. 

"If you think that I am going to be anywhere but at your side for months after you got kidnapped, you should reconsider that idea. I... I am sorry to have failed in protecting you, beloved." Nadesir rumbled, guilt and shame gnawing at him. One of the would-be kidnappers tried to reach for a weapon, but with a flick of his wrist, he cut the bastard's offending hand off with one of his claws without looking.

"Hey... It wasn't your fault I got grabbed, love. And you came to get me as soon as you knew I was in trouble. I... I'd like to go home now. I'll talk to whoever Captain Urar sends to talk to me about what happened tomorrow." His beloved responded, shaking a little as she buried her face in his chest.

Nadesir kissed the top of her head. It was still a failure on his part that she'd gotten kidnapped - perhaps he needed to ensure his reputation was terrifying enough that none would dare approach her with covetous thoughts? Ah, but he didn't want to potentially scare her away, either... These were things to consider later, however. The squad of Salamanders had arrived and he nodded politely to the sergeant leading them, saying "I'm going to take my human home. We'll both give full reports of what we know happened tomorrow."

"That works for me, go on home." The sergeant responded. "And yes, I'm aware of the Pride half a klik behind me. They're bored and frankly, I think that letting them handle the idiots would be entertaining."

The night lord raptor nodded, holding his human closer as he took to the skies. She slowly started to relax in her arms, the fear and anxiety in her scent giving way to wonder and delight. She always did really enjoy it when he took her for a flight.

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I just looked up Price & found that he was in the WWII COD games as well as the modern-day-setting ones. IDK but my immediate thought was the boys finding out that he's some kind of time traveler OR that he's an immortal--

& then they start calling him "Gramps" or "Pops" instead of "Dad" :D

Old Man ___

It was Gaz who found the box. It was in an old storage shed on base, kept shut by a rusted lock and decorated by boarded up windows. He found the building and went to Price to ask him if he go through it. Price was waist deep in paperwork when Gaz asked him.

“Storage shed?”

“I took some pictures of it, if you would like to see.”

Gaz showed Price and the man went through them before shrugging and handing him back his phone.

“Probably here from when the base was used by the old SAS. Whatever is in there probably isn’t relevant anymore.”

“So… can I go through it?”

“I don’t see why not. But be sure to burn any old files and bring me any technology you find.”

Gaz had to restrain himself from jumping around in excitement, “Yes, sir.”

Gaz always loved going through old things. Old technology, books, antiques— He loved going to antique shops with his mom when he was a kid. Something about old things really fascinated him. Gaz drove out to the old storage shed, armed with bolt cutters, gloves, a flashlight, a portable LED lamp (he doubted any electric ran to it), and a face mask (to fight off the dust).

He clipped the lock and looked at it. It looked old. The handle to the door looked old, too. Gaz set the lock aside before attempting to open the door. He ended up having to bust open the door due to the rusted hinges. He was greeted by a wave of dust.

“Fuck, when was the last time someone was in here?”

Gaz shined his flashlight into the small building before stepping in. He was more than delighted to see that the ceiling held up well and that there wasn’t any animals that made their home inside. Gaz gasped when he saw a box of floppy disks on a shelf directly next to the door.

“Score!”

Gaz grabbed the box and started looking at disks. Other than the blanket of dust they were covered in, the seemed to be in good condition. He tried to read the labels, but a lot seemed to be in code. Though he was able to make out something on a couple of them. A Chinese character: 天. He took a picture of the character before he moved on to some ledgers, going through them each. He was out there for hours until the sun started to set. Gaz only noticed when he got a text from Soap.

Suds: Are you alive?

Gaz jumped when he saw what time it was. It was almost time for dinner and lights out. Gaz quickly put the ledger he was looking in back on the shelf before leaving the building. He had to slam the door shut. He ended up putting a new lock that he brought with him on it to keep anyone out before he left. He was interrogated when he finally made it to the mess hall.

“Where the hell were you? You’ve been gone all day!”

“I’m going through an old storage shed I found in the woods.”

“God, must be ancient if you have taken a liking to it.”

Gaz rolls his eyes, stuffing a spoon of slop in his mouth. While Soap teased him for his ‘obsession’ with old things, Gaz thought back to how much stuff was in the storage shed. He wasn’t surprised Price didn’t know about it. There was a lot of grounds of this base covered by woods. Could be several other buildings like the storage shed, hidden by trees and the paths to them reclaimed by nature.

His next free day Gaz went back to the shed. He was pleased to find that the lock he placed remained and none of the boarded up windows were messed with. Gaz pulls his mask on after he removes the lock and heads back in. Gaz immediately went back to the ledgers, deciding to see what the oldest date he could find. The newest thing in the building that he’s found so far were the floppy disks, and even then they went out of style in the 90s.

Gaz flipped through the ledgers and found that the dates were going further and further back.

“Shit.”

It became increasingly obvious that the storage shed was all relating to a project under the code name ‘Shòu’. The ledgers mostly covered expenses but the floppy disks could have other information on them. Gaz flipped through the pages of the ledger he was holding, stopping when he came across a date.

2/7/1776.

Gaz blinked before he took a picture of the date. That’s as far back as the ledgers were dated but he knows they ledgers themselves were newer than the 80s at least.

“Were they keeping track of transactions since 1776?”

Gaz couldn’t see how transactions from more than two centuries ago were relevant now. Gaz puts the ledger back, accidentally knocking another off onto the floor.

“Fucking hell-“

He gets on the floor to grab it when he notices something over in the corner through the shelves. It was a box with ‘Ash’ written broadly on the side. Gaz stood up and made his way to the corner, kneeling next to the box. He opens it up and finds several files inside. He picks one up, seeing the name ‘Thomas Ashburne’ written on it. He opens it, surprised to see little information that made sense.

“Discovered 2/7/1776? What?”

Gaz read further, brows knotted in confusion.

Subject was found alive after impaled by three arrows to the chest. He was missing an arm, the severed limb laying three feet away from him. After a fortnight under observation, Ashburne was still alive and the severed limb showed no signs of rot and was reattached to young Ashburne.

Gaz closes the file, giving himself a moment to process what he had just read. He sets the file aside and looks at other ones. There were many different names but they all appeared to be the same person. Though he kept thinking it should be impossible for them to be the same person, especially since this person should’ve died over two centuries ago. But these were SAS files. They don’t joke about stuff like this.

Gaz picks up another file and freezes when he sees the name on it.

Captain Jonathan Pryce.

Gaz shakes his head, seeing that the file was dated from 1939 to 1945. He opens the file with shaking hands and immediately drops it when he sees a picture inside. That was fucking Price. Beardless but it was definitely him. Gaz breathed heavily as he sits there. His heart was pounding as he tried to think of how he was looking at Price in a file from eighty-three years ago.

A relative. Just a relative.

Gaz stares at the file again, opening it up to look at the picture before reading the information listed.

Heaven’s Hands Agent Ash.

Gaz blinks before reading more.

Agents Ash and Agent Zima headed the Heaven’s Hands division against German forces in Operation Barbarbossa. Agent Ash deployed after three days of the blitzkrieg attacks started across the border. Agent Ash’s orders were to help defend Moscow and fend off German invaders.

Gaz skims through the report. The Heaven’s Hands Agents were the ones that helped the Soviet Union push back against Axis. Gaz puts the file back after taking out the picture of Jonathan Pryce. He swears he was looking at Price but that couldn’t be possible. Was all of this a joke set up by Price and the others? If it was, they did a lot to set it all up. Gaz picks up a file that appeared newer than the rest. It was labeled ‘Ash’. Inside were various pictures and sketches of… Price. Of him in different time periods, clothes. But it was him.

In the older pictures, which were sketches, Price appeared younger. Maybe late twenties. But in the latest one, which was the 1940s one, he looked like he aged. But only maybe a decade. Gaz actually couldn’t recall if he had ever seen Price without a beard. All of these pictures were of him without one.

“This is one elaborate set up for a fucking joke.”

He could maybe see Price joking around, going along with this joke that Soap came up with and Ghost decided to go along with because he had nothing better to do. But Gaz couldn’t think of how they would’ve managed to set this up without him knowing… or without paying a good bit of money. Gaz stuffs the picture of Jonathan Pryce into the file with the other pictures, deciding to take it with him.

Gaz made it back to base, keeping the folder tucked under his arm as he made he way to Price’s office. Price was a damn good actor but Gaz liked to think he knew the man’s tells by this point. He felt weak in the knees when he made it to Price’s door, having to give himself a moment before he knocked.

“Who is it?”

“Sergeant Garrick, Captain.”

“Come on in.”

Gaz steps inside, Price staring at him computer screen when he did. Gaz shut the door behind him and walked up, swallowing.

“Been busy in that old storage shed?”

“Yes, sir.”

Price hums, still focused on his computer screen, “Find anything interesting?”

“Yes, actually. A couple old files. Several ledgers, too.”

Price looks over, his eyes drifting down to the file that Gaz was now holding up so he could see the label. Gaz likes to think he knew all of Price’s tells to when the man was faking. But that look of shock and how he paled looked pretty damn real to him. Price straightens in his chair, swallowing hard. Gaz could see him biting his tongue, looking around before he met his eyes.

“So… that’s what was in the shed, huh?”

Gaz nods and Price heaves out a heavy breath before he holds his hand out for the file. Gaz hands it over and Price opens it, face stone when he looks at the old pictures inside. Price shakes his head when he looks at the picture from WWII.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

“Are those… of you? Like actually you?”

“Afraid so, Kyle. Sit down. We’re going to be here awhile.”

Gaz sits and Price looks at a picture from the 1880s. Or that’s what the date on the back of it said when it was from.

“I can’t believe- You’re fucking with me, yea? You and Soap and Ghost?”

Price doesn’t say anything, just looks up at Gaz with a dead serious expression that he’s seen in interrogations and on the field. This was very real.

“The-The first file I looked at… the report inside said that a Thomas Ashburne was ‘discovered’ on the battlefield after-“

“Found with a severed arm, ripped from him by musket blades with three arrows to the chest. Later it was reattached after they discovered it wasn’t rotting or that… that I wasn’t in pain anymore or dead.”

Gaz stared at Price he looked at the pictures.

“I don’t remember everything. Hard to. But I remember that day. My ‘birth’ as they called it.”

Price looks up at Gaz and he could see something he never noticed before. Without thinking, he speaks.

“What’s the Heaven’s Hands?”

Price sighs, “My old outfit. They had been operating since the Roman Empire.”

Gaz gaps and Price laughs quietly.

“Disbanded after World War II. A lot of internal issues that had been building up for a long time. Us Hands ran went off to do our own things when the last board member left.”

“There’s others like you?”

“‘Like me’? You mean old? Yes, there is. Some are older than me.”

Gaz hums, staring off, “Other… Hands?”

“Look, I didn’t pick the name. It’s just what they called those who… don’t die by normal means. I’ve lost my arm, been shot through the heart so many times that I’ve lost count, and I have some lead in my head.”

Price smiles softly when he picks up a picture that Gaz hadn’t seen, “We just don’t die. Made us the perfect soldiers. Told us we were ‘blessed by our faith’.”

Price sets the picture down and Gaz reaches over and picks it up. It was Price and a man he’s never seen before. Big beard, wild hair.

“Zima was my shadow.”

“What happened to him?”

“Oh, he shaved and learned to style his hair, learned to fly. Now he wears stupid sunnies all the time to make himself look cooler.”

Gaz slaps the picture down, “NIK?!”

Price snorts as Gaz really looked at the picture. It really was Nik!

“He’s-“

“Old as shit, too. But I’m still older.”

“How is it possible for you to be-?”

“Immortal? I don’t know. None of us know, actually.”

“You don’t know how you’re immortal?”

“No. The Heaven’s Hands looked into it for almost their entire existence. But none could figure out why we were like this.”

“You said the Heaven’s Hands disbanded and that you went off to do your own thing… does anyone else know about… your age?”

Price closes the file and leans back, “Laswell does. She stepped up to be some sort of ‘handler’.”

That explained so much about why Laswell kept such a close eye on them. She was actually watching Price. Does she also watch Nik? Or does he have his own ‘handler’? Has Gaz met other immortals in his life without him knowing? Is anyone one else he personally knows immortal?

"I can only answer the questions if you actually say them out loud."

"Who else is immortal?"

"Nik is the only other one that you know who is immortal. He's the only other Hand I've seen since the disbanding."

Gaz went to say something but Price stopped him.

"Kyle, no one else can know about this. About me or Nik."

"Why not?"

"The Heaven's Hands did a lot during their operating days. Turned the tides of wars, fell leaders and empires while rising others in their place. Few know about them. For everyone's safety, no one can know."

Gaz swallows as Price takes the old picture of him and Nik and puts it back into the file, closing it.

"I need you to bring me everything that you can from that shed."

"Everything?"

"Mostly files about me. Those ledgers you can burn. Anything else you bring to me so I can figure out what to do with them."

Gaz nods and stands, heading to the door. He grabs the knob and Price says something else.

"I'm serious, Sergeant. Not a word to anyone. Not even Ghost or Soap. That's an order."

Gaz looks back at Price, finally seeing the countless years that the man has lived weighing on his soldiers.

"Yes, sir."

Gaz leaves the office, walking with purpose. He wasn't sure what he walked into, but he knew this was only the tip of the iceberg.

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic #fanfic #old man #old guard au

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Wicked Temptation

Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: You decided to stay in the shed with Josh until dawn, letting Chris and Mike go back to the lodge for some much needed rest. But Josh knows a little secret that you've been hiding for a couple years and unfortunately for you, Josh has no mercy to spare tonight... Warnings: Mutual Pining, Mild Violence, Thigh Riding, Grinding, Edging, Humiliation, Degradation, Strip Tease, BlowJob (Male And Female Receiving), Cock Warming, Teasing, P In V, Creampie, Switch!Josh, Switch!Reader, Bondage??? Shibari??? I Don't Know, I Just Went All Out With This One. 😅 Word Count: 10k!!!!! A/N: This is not only my very first Josh Washington smut fic, but it's also the first time I've ever written a fic 10k words long! I've been working on this since January and let me tell you, it's been a struggle to finish it. It started out as some 2k idea but then I decided, since I was changing fandoms, I might as well go big for my first smut fic for Josh. I've put a lot of work into it between editing it dozens of times and watching that shed scene probably billions of times to get the lines correct. Since I have taken so long to write it and put so much effort into it, it's kind of like my baby now and I'm so excited to share it with all of you. As some of you know, I've been going through quite a lot of shit lately but focusing on this has helped me greatly, and that's another reason why this fic means so much to me. So here's to new beginning, because there will definitely be more of this good stuff to come in the future too! Enjoy! 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I followed closely behind Chris and Mike, who had their hands full with a very uncooperative Josh. It had been one hell of a night. First I got chased around by some demented psychopath, then I found a video of my crush of five years being sawed in two; and then I found out that he was actually the psycho all along and he possibly killed one of my close friends, Jessica. I was exhausted, but at least the deadly grip of the cold mountain air around my frame did help to wake me up a bit. I could only think positively at this point. It was the only way to stay sane.

But unfortunately, that did not last long as my thoughts continued to wander down a darker path. It was as if I wasn't even there at all. I had transitioned from reality and found myself trapped within my own racing mind, desperately looking for answers to clarify just what happened on this horrific night. But after a few minutes, Josh yelling in pain brought me out of my dark thoughts.

"Come on, guys…" He whined as his eyes pleaded to us with a look of remorse and guilt. "Seriously — this is crazy, you know?"

"Shut up." Mike spat sternly as he pushed him along the snowy path. It would have looked so beautiful if this was just a late night walk in the woods.

But this wasn't just some late night walk…

Did I feel good about what we were doing? No. But was it necessary? Yes.

I always knew that Josh had some mental health issues since his sisters went missing — I mean, who wouldn't become some level of fucked up from that happening to two people you love. But this — this was something different, and I was beginning to feel very concerned for Josh and our safety.

But as sympathetic as I was towards Josh regarding that situation, it still didn't take away the sting of what he did tonight; especially since me, Chris and Sam had nothing to do with the events that occurred one year ago.

Still — despite the judgmental glares he was given — Josh wasn't going to give up on trying to convince us to free him.

"Chris… Bro…" Josh's eyes met Chris' as he begged for him to have some sort of mercy. After all, they had been best friends since children. But to his surprise, Chris looked away.

"I'm not your bro." Chris spoke lowly in a disappointed tone. And at that moment, I saw Josh's heart break through his eyes. He looked so lost and saddened by Chris' words that it made me want to cry.

Without warning, Mike grabbed Josh's forearm and began pushing him further down the path again, despite Josh digging his heels in the snow to stop him. Josh was a lot bigger than Mike and a lot taller, too. But in this case, Mike's strength won. I figured Josh was weakened due to the blow he took to the head when Mike pistol whipped him.

"Where are we going?" Josh asked — his voice now frantic and full of worry. I could see that he was beginning to panic. "Where are you guys taking me?"

"Locking you up, bro!" Mike revealed as he pushed Josh onto the ground. I wanted to help him back up, since he was tied up and couldn't just simply push himself back to his feet. But I had to hold back; it probably wasn't safe to go near him anyway…

"What?!" Josh shrieked as he struggled to get back up, succeeding after a very weak attempt.

"So you can't do anything stupid before we call the police in the morning."

I couldn't help but agree with Mike's words. It hurt to do, but he was right. Josh was so unpredictable right now, so it was better for all of our safety and Josh's as well, that he got locked up for the rest of the night.

"Come on!" He cried out in another desperate attempt to convince us that he's just an innocent victim in all this. "I didn't do anything—"

"Are you serious, bro?" Despite the dramatic and stressful situation, I literally had to hold back laughter as I remembered Chris declaring only seconds ago that he was no longer his 'bro'.

But that moment was short-lived when Mike piped in…

"You're a God damn murderer is what you are!" He raised his voice as he pushed Josh down once again, his stance becoming dominant and intimidating as he towered over Josh.

I didn't agree with him there. I just couldn't see Josh going as far as killing Jessica. And when Mike told us what had happened — it didn't make sense nor did anything add up. Though I disagreed, I chose to stay silent, not wanting any more fights to occur.

"I didn't do it!" Josh cried as he stood up again. His sorrowful eyes burrowed into Mike's, hoping that he would believe him. "Michael, please! Just listen to me, man! I did not hurt Jessica—"

"Are you insane?!" Chris yelled unexpectedly, surprising us all since he had been fairly quiet for a little while now. "Like really? Do you not understand what you've done?!"

"I'm a healer, man! I bring people together!" Josh's voice began to rise with each word he said, clearly getting frustrated by this whole situation as well. I couldn't blame him… "Not like you assholes!"

His last sentence… It hurt my heart. I had been there for him — I was the one who was there. It made me clench my teeth along with my fists to resist the urge to do something I may have regretted later on.

"That's enough!" Mike finally put his foot down, having enough of Josh's bullshit. But just when I thought it was over — just when I thought that Josh would shut up and we would just get this shit over with, he began to approach me…

"(Y/N)…" He whimpered like a hurt puppy, his sad eyes didn't help either. "Please… You know I wouldn't harm any of you…"

"Josh…" I whined, my voice breaking before I could say anything else. He was only inches away from me now — his face so damn close to mine that I could feel his shaky breath on my cold-bitten skin. Any other day, the warmth would have felt nice on such a cold night. He lowered his head so his mouth was right by my ear.

"Please," he whispered softly. "You know me…"

"That's it!" Merely two seconds after Mike's enraged voice was heard, he was pulling Josh away from me as he begged and cried for my forgiveness. I felt a couple of tears escape my eyes and slowly fall down my cheek, so all I did was look away to hide my pain.

It had only been a peaceful snowfall when we arrived — peaceful like how the night began. But now it was colder, more hectic; a storm much like the one that had erupted during the events of the night. Nothing was peaceful anymore, and I was beginning to wonder if it ever would be again.

"You only see what you wanna see! You're blind!" Josh's rant brought me out of my thoughts again to see Mike pinning Josh face down on the ground. I tried to step in — worried that one of them would get hurt — but Chris put his arm in front of me to stop me from interfering. I knew he was only looking out for me, but it frustrated me greatly.

"Stop talking!" Mike ordered angrily.

"You are— Argh—" Josh struggled to speak as he continued writhing against Mike's hold — but once again, Mike's strength overpowered him.

"Dude!" Chris yelled at Mike, since he was now going too far with his little intimidation tactics. I was glad that at least Chris decided to step in, since he wouldn't allow me to.

"It's not my fault you suckers can't take a joke!" Josh spat bitterly at the three of us and I clenched my fists again until there were angry crescents engraved in my palms, resisting the urge to take advantage of him being pinned on the ground.

"Oh, oh, wait — did I hurt you?" Mike asked when Josh grunted out in pain. Something told me that he didn't care about Josh's well-being though. "Did you just feel a little — little bit of pain right now? I am so, so sorry!"

Mike began pushing Josh's arms into his lower back, causing him to yell out in agony. "Stop it!"

"Mike, please — don't!" I cried out, not wanting any more people to get hurt. I couldn't take it.

"Jesus, dude!" Chris said in disapproval of Mike's actions while Josh continued to yell, "Stop!"

Luckily, Mike listened and lifted Josh back up to his knees.

"Michael… I'm sorry, man…" There was something so genuine in Josh's voice as he spoke — something that only convinced me further that Josh didn't do it… He didn't kill Jessica… "I can't tell you how sorry I am that something happened to Jessica but I swear — I swear to you that I have no idea what happened to her!"

"Shit… Mike, this…" Chris muttered lowly — a look of uncertainty clear on his face as he furrowed his brows."I dunno… Something feels really wrong here, man…"

"Are you joking?" Mike turned around. He looked shocked and… Angry at Chris?

"I–I'm just having a really hard time figuring out that he would — like — do anything to hurt Jess…" Chris explained in a calm manner, despite the look of distress his face held. He clearly didn't want to upset Mike but I knew he felt that this was important enough to bring up.

"Mike…" I spoke up, approaching him slowly. "Did you actually see him murder her? How did he butcher her like you said and drag her away at a speed that you couldn't catch up on at the same time?"

"I saw what he did to her with my own eyes! This—" Mike gestured to his jacket, which was stained with blood. "This is her blood!"

"It just… Something doesn't add up…" I muttered as I backed away slowly.

"Can't we all just get along?" Josh giggled and his change in attitude — his sudden lack of sympathy shocked me. Mike began pulling him to his feet and he winced in pain. "Ow! Dammit!"

"We are not dicking around!" Mike growled in his ear — his tone threatening and harsh.

"This is not right… Nope…" Josh muttered as his brows furrowed together — a sudden disappointment darkening his once sorry eyes. "This is not how it's supposed to go down! You are just a bunch of bullies!"

We all chose to ignore his insults as Mike continued to push him closer to the shed door. My patience was wearing thin and I was honestly getting more and more sick of Josh's shit. And the way he had just reacted to Mike's accusations… It was leading me down another path — the path that told me Josh was guilty…

"You can't just hang out a guy to dry like this, guys… Huh?" He continued to ramble on, putting on what seemed to be a fake, wounded animal act again. "Not like… Not like you got the guts to do anything about it anyway!"

Mike snapped again and pushed him onto the ground once more, only this time a blanket of snow wasn't there to break his fall, since we were now in the shed.

"Oh, stuff it! You're the biggest coward there is!" Chris snarled at Josh, his brows knitted together due to frustration and resentment towards his best — ex-best friend.

"Uh huh?" Josh scoffed. "I did something! I made you believe in the world I created and showed you parts of yourself that you were too afraid to visit!

I couldn't help but shake my head at Josh's gloating while I wondered what had happened to that remorseful, empathetic guy that was here only moments ago.

"You manipulated us, you tricked us, you hurt your friends and you did it all while you hid in the shadows! You're a coward, Josh! That's all you are!" Chris yelled, showing that he officially had enough of Josh's crap. And by that point, I was sure that we all had.

Mike grabbed Josh again, pulled him up and dragged him further into the shed. Once my eyes landed on the stool that was sitting in front of a beam, I knew what was coming. Mike and Chris forced Josh down onto the stool and began unting his hands to retie them around the beam instead. They both told me to stay back but it was hard to do so once they began to hold Josh down and he became erratic as a result.

"Ok, tying me up now! Ok!" Josh acknowledged what they were doing as if he was accepting it, but his body language told me otherwise as he continued to thrash and writhe against his restraints.

"Stay still, man!" Mike demanded as both he and Chris struggled to hold him down and tie his hands back up.

"Right, right, right, right… Still…" Josh parroted and for a brief moment, I thought he was finally going to cooperate…

Man, was I wrong…

"Well, c–can't tie 'em up if they just wiggle around!" Josh shouted as he began squirming around like a child who refused to stay still during time-out.

"Josh, come on!" Chris snarled as he fought Josh to stay still long enough for them to wrap the ropes around his wrists.

"Leave me a little wiggle room, huh?!" Josh continued to squirm as he began to giggle like an immature, defiant little brat. I am ashamed to admit it, but it was painfully hard repressing a giggle of my own at that moment.

"What will it take to shut you up?!" Mike yelled, clearly getting more and more annoyed by the second.

"Ow! Not so tight, ok?! Not so tight, ok…" Josh whined as he winced in pain. Although I doubted that the pain was as severe as he let on.

Then Josh started rambling about plastic ties or something and I zoned out, wondering what was really wrong with him. He clearly wasn't his self anymore and he seemed very, very unhinged at the moment. And then I remembered when Chris said that he was off his meds… He must have been a lot more sick than I thought, and for a lot longer too.

"What… In God's name is he talking about?" Mike muttered to Chris, who was looking as equally confused as both of us.

Chris brought his hand up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose while letting out a stressed sigh. "This is hard to watch…"

"He ever say this kind of shit before?"

"No, I've never seen him like this."

"Maybe he needs some help?" I suggested while glancing over at Josh out of the corner of my eye. "Like, help from a professional."

"Everybody's stupid… Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…" Josh muttered under his breath, moving on from the plastic tie rant and catching all of our attention. "Chris and Ash… Chris is an ass. Ashley's a dumb-dumb!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?!" Chris raised his voice slightly as the features of his face contorted with anger. He stepped closer to Josh, who had an obnoxious smirk plastered on his bruised face.

"Well, I said you're a dummy, dummy!" Josh laughed and the mocking sound made Chris' fingers curl into fists.

"What is wrong with you?" Chris asked, clenching his fists so tight that the skin on his knuckles turned pale. I wanted to step in, but just as I took a step forward to insert myself between the two, Mike looked in my direction and shook his head.

"Oh, Ashley… Oh…" Josh sighed as his voice trailed off into a breathless whisper as if he began to zone out. But unfortunately, that didn't last long. "Oh, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you liked me!" He teased in a mocking tone as his smirk broadened with pride in the way he was taunting his friend.

"Stop." Chris warned and Josh started to make obnoxious kissing noises at Chris.

"Do you know what that sound is? It's the sound of never kissing Ashley, you pussy!"

"Stop!" Chris warned again, rasing his voice louder than before.

"Yeah, you know? Maybe you should let Mike sleep with Jess! I mean, at least he's got some notches in his belt! He'll treat! Her! Right!" With each word in his last sentence, he thrusted his hips in the air as if he was trying to fuck it. I couldn't peel my eyes away. My mind began to wonder what it would feel like if he was thrusting into me that way — how his cock would feel slamming into me at that angle.

"You're fucking pathetic, Christopher!" Josh yelled, knocking me out of my little fantasy.

"I'm going to beat his fucking head in!" Chris growled while winding back the wooden plank he was holding, as if he was actually going to do it.

"Chris! No!" I yelled without even giving it a thought, worried that he was serious.

"Don't listen to him! Not worth it!" Mike said as he put his hand up to get Chris' attention. Chris looked at Mike and then me before slowly lowering the plank, looking pretty embarrassed by his outburst.

"You know what, Josh?" Chris' voice lowered a couple octaves as he spoke — his eyes growing dark with resentment as he did so. He let the plank slip from his fingers to hit the floor with an ear piercing thud. "I'm not keeping your little secret anymore. You are the one who's pathetic!"

Me and Mike glanced at each other in confusion, neither of us having a single idea what Chris was talking about. Though we both instantly noticed the way Josh narrowed his eyes at Chris, growing cold with anger and what seemed like a bit of fear.

He muttered one word — his voice so low that we could barely hear him, "Don't."

"No, no — I think I will!" Chris began to yell again — his frustration clearly exploding into pure anger as he spoke. "How can you sit there and talk about me and Ash, when you've been sitting on your ass and pining away for (Y/N) for the last two fucking years?!"

My mouth fell open after receiving this new information. My heart began to race, picking up speed so fast that I thought I would drop dead of a fucking heart attack. I replayed the words in my head a few times, trying to decide whether or not I heard Chris right or if it was actually real. I couldn't believe it — I just couldn't.

"Don't!" Josh's voice began to sound more like a feral growl than anything, shooting daggers at Chris with his eyes. The air became thick with tension fast and it became all too awkward just standing there, especially since I was the reason for this new argument that had sprouted between the two boys.

"No! You started this, so now I'm going to fucking finish it!"

Chris stepped forwards towards Josh in an aggressive manner, almost seeming as if he was going to punch him. I didn't necessarily think he would and I knew Mike didn't either, but just as a precaution, Mike stepped towards Chris and put his arm in front of him to block him. Chris looked at Mike, his eyes seemed filled with pain due to how the night had carried out. Mike gave him a sympathetic look and stepped back, once Chris seemed a bit more calm. But then Josh let out another obnoxious laugh.

"Hey, Mike!" Josh spoke up but we all stayed silent due to fear of what he might say next. "Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike!"

"What?!" Mike growled impatiently as his head snapped in Josh's direction to give him the most brutal glare.

"What happened with Jess, Mike?"

"You know what happened."

"No. No, I–I don't." Josh stammered awkwardly — the tone of his voice and the stutter adding just a little bit more of doubt within me, though I didn't want to admit it to myself or the others. "I've got a problem, Mike. I don't remember killing Jess."

"Chirst…" Mike muttered in frustration. I could tell that he was trying not to snap and I felt so bad for him.

"I mean — like — I feel like I would remember killing her, you know? She's so soft and she's probably got, like, a really tight bod—" He flashed a smirk and for a moment, I felt a bit — no — a lot of jealousy surging through my veins due to his filthy words about my deceased friend. I went to say something — anything to get him to shut up but Mike beat me to it.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He roared as he pointed his gun right at Josh's head. Josh's mouth fell agape in shock as he stared down the barrel of the gun, quiet for the first time in awhile. Panic ran through me as I subconsciously grabbed Mike's arm to stop him but he pushed me back with his free hand before placing it back on the gun with the other, holding the firearm in a death grip.

To my surprise and Mike's as well, Chris swung the plank he was holding down and hit Mike in the arms, forcing him to drop the gun as he let out a yell in pain and shock.

"Seriously?" Mike grunted as he straightened back up, narrowing his eyes at a very confused Chris.

"W–What?" Chris seemed surprised by Mike's reaction, which was odd to me, because who wouldn't be pissed off at somebody for doing that?

"Did you think I was going to shoot him?" Mike questioned him and I chose to stay silent although my mind was screaming 'yes'.

"I–I dunno…" Chris stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. I could tell he was starting to feel dumb due to his actions.

"Come on, Chris! You know me better than that!" Mike scolded him. I wanted to step in — to tell Mike that it was just a mistake. But before I could say anything to make the situation better, Josh had to open his big mouth again.

"Yeah, Chris! You know me better than that!" He mocked with laughter heavy in his voice. I turned and gave him a glare that clearly said 'shut the fuck up' before turning back to the conversation.

"Ah… Yeah… Well, next time, just give me a heads up, alright?" Chris asked and I could tell that he was still a bit startled by what happened. I understood where he was coming from — he just didn't want to see his friend get hurt.

"Oh, you poor little piggies! You can't even get your 'good cop, bad cop' routine to work! Leave it to the pros, bros!"

At that moment, I had enough. I no longer found Josh funny — he was getting on my nerves and I was tired of everything. I turned to the smug bastard and didn't even think twice about what I was about to say.

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped, clearly surprising everyone in the room, including myself. Josh's eyes widened as his mouth fell ajar. But not only five seconds later, his eyes narrowed with mischief and his lips turned up into another smirk.

"Oh, really?! You really, really want me to? A–And what about you, (Y/N)? Huh?" I felt a chill go down my spine as he said my name, knowing that this wasn't going to end well. "A little bit of advice: You should probably keep a lock on your diary."

I froze completely still as if I was paralyzed from fear and embarrassment. I remembered each dirty thought about Josh that I had written in that diary and I winced.

"W–What?" Was the only word I could speak out of disbelief.

"Fuck, with that many pages, you could publish a God damn porn novel!" He laughed and I cringed even more, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of eternal embarrassment with each word he said. "Or is it a movie you want to make?"

He wiggled his brows as he licked his lower lip, eyes darkening as they traveled up and down my form for a brief moment. Luckily, Chris noticed how tense I was and decided to step in.

"O–Ok, that's enough!" He shouted at Josh and he responded with a sly smirk.

"What? She wants it! Just read the dozens of dirty thoughts she had written in her little book. Fuck, I should be getting paid for how much she used me in her naughty little stories!"

"Josh, shut the fuck up!" Mike's voice came out like a roar as he stepped closer towards the bound man in an attempt to intimate him.

"And I saw your needy eyes oogling my junk as I humped the air! Don't pretend, (Y/N)! Don't deny what you're dying for!"

"Alright, everybody shut up!" Mike screamed so loud that it almost didn't sound like him. We all froze in shock, since we had never seen him this angry before — not even after every time him and Emily would fight. "Chris, (Y/N), you guys go back to the lodge and make sure everything's alright. I'll stay here with this lunatic until the morning."

The first thought in my head was to protest. Not only was I worried about leaving Josh alone with Mike for Josh's safety against Mike's anger, but I was also worried about what Josh would say about me to Mike. I wondered just how much of my diary he had read and winced again when I thought about the dirty things I had written. I opened my mouth to reject Mike's plan but instantly got cut off.

"Oooo, sleepover!" Josh piped in before I could say a thing to Mike — a childish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "C–Can we order pizz–ah?"

Me, Chris and Mike all let out an audible sigh and I resisted the urge to smack the smile right off Josh's face. Chris grabbed my arm and lightly tugged me in the direction of the exit, but I pulled away, leaving Chris cocking his head and arching his brow in confusion.

"Listen — you go back to the lodge with Chris. I'll stay here with him." I offered as I approached Mike and he narrowed his eyes at me, seemingly equally as confused as Chris was.

"No. I can handle Josh. It's fine." Mike spoke calmly yet his eyes still told me that he was wary of my offer.

"Mike, you've had a rough night and Josh will just antagonize you until dawn if you stay. You deserve to rest." I placed my hand on his shoulder while looking into his eyes to show my sincerity. "I can handle Josh for the rest of the night. It's no big deal."

He raised a brow while chewing on the inside of his cheek, contemplating my offer. Finally, after an awkward moment of silence, Mike sighed and nodded his head in agreement.

"Alright. We'll be back first thing in the morning, ok?" He said and I nodded as I let go of his shoulder.

"Ooooooo, a sleepover with (Y/N)! That's even better than with Mr. Grumpy Face! Fuck pizza! Let's skip it and go straight to the pillow fight in our underwear!" My jaw dropped as my attention snapped over to Josh, who was wearing a big smirk — so proud of what he had just said. I couldn't see Chris and Mike's faces, since my eyes were too busy trying to kill Josh with a death stare — but due to the awkward silence that instantly filled the room, I could imagine that they held expressions similar to my own.

"Are you sure?" I heard Mike whisper over my shoulder. I slowly turned to face him but my eyes stayed glued to the floor, being too embarrassed to look anybody in the eyes at this moment.

"Yes, Mike. It's ok." I sighed as I brought my hand up to my face to massage the bridge of my nose.

"Here," to my surprise, Mike handed me his gun, cocking it as he did so. "Just in case."

"I don't think I'll need it but thank you." I said and he nodded at me before giving Josh a 'be good' glare, then turning his heel and heading towards the exit of the shed.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Chris smiled at me awkwardly and then followed Mike to the door.

"Goodnight, guys." I called out as I sat down on a nearby stool, turning my attention to the man bound before me. This was going to be a long night…

"Alright, you squirrely little fuck. It's just you and me." I uttered while glancing at Josh out of the corner of my eye, feeling rather frustrated with the way he was behaving and quite obviously embarrassed by the words he had just spat out at me in front of my friends. A few minutes of unexpected silence had passed which had surprised me greatly. Unfortunately, that silence didn't last.

"(Y/N)?" Josh spoke shyly and I instantly winced at the sound of his suspiciously calm voice.

"What?" I growled as I glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"I want pizza!" Josh whined like a bratty child. Though his voice was laced with a child-like innocence, I could see the evil mischief in his green eyes — now appearing grey under the dim light of the room.

"Oh, not this again!" I muttered as I rubbed my hands down my face, feeling so tired already of babysitting this little brat. But I had to protect what little privacy I had left and to keep the boys from fighting again. I just had to be smart with this. I looked away, hoping that if I ignored it, it would eventually shut up. But I was greatly wrong.

"Please, please please please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease!" He continued to beg until I finally had enough.

"Fine!" I snapped as I took my phone out of my pocket.

"Yay!" Josh cheered excitedly as his eyes lit up and his lips parted to make a toothy grin.

I walked into the middle of the room and set my phone down in the middle of the floor before walking back to my stool and sitting back down. Josh stared at my phone a moment and then turned his head to look at me, confused by what I had just done.

"Go ahead — order your pizza." I said with a cocky smirk growing on my face.

"W–What?" He yelped in shock, which made me feel quite satisfied.

"Aww, what's the matter? You can't? Well, I guess you're not getting your pizza then!" I teased him in a whiny baby voice as I stuck my lower lip out to pout.

"What?! Why?!" He shrieked at my mockery and I just chuckled darkly.

"Well — first off, the pizza guy can't get here because they don't deliver this far — genius. And second, consider it payback for all the shit you put us through tonight!" I subconsciously raised my voice at the man–child before me and he only responded with a roll of his eyes and a scoff as if I was the one in the wrong.

"Oh, for fuck sakes, (Y/N)! It was just a prank!" He sneered and I scoffed at his remark, feeling shocked and angered that he had the audacity to say such a thing. "And I didn't even want the damn pizza! I was just trying to piss you off."

"Oh, was it?! Well, I don't think it was very funny! First, you put on a show of you getting sawed in half for me, Chris and Ashley to get traumatized from; and then you chase me around the lodge while pretending to be some stupid movie serial killer?!" I vented out my rant, feeling my body heat up with rage as I did so. I didn't even notice how hard I clenched my fists, cutting angry crescents into my palms as my knuckles turned white.

I chose to ignore his confession about the pizza, since I knew this. He knew that I couldn't get one for him at the moment, so there was no other reason for him to ask. But I decided not to say anything about the matter, because I was too pissed off about what he had said prior to the confession.

"Come on! You have to admit that was pretty epic!" He gloated with a laugh with a look on his face as if he was remembering the events of the night, all crafted by his hand.

"Oh, fuck off!" I growled through gritted teeth, growing pretty close to punching him right in the face.

"If I'm being honest, I didn't expect you to react the way you did. And here I thought your feelings were only sexual." He said with the same smug smirk plastered on his face. But something had changed; there was a sudden hint of softness laced within his eyes and voice — something he was trying to mask by his cockiness but slowly began to break through the cracks only a tiny bit, just enough for me to see it.

I shuddered as the memory replayed itself in my mind. There I stood, helpless and screaming while banging on a cage-like door, begging for mercy on my two friends. I couldn't choose, so Chris had to make the decision — a decision that ended with me weeping on Chris' chest over the loss of a love I never got the chance to have, while the man I wished to experience it with screamed in pure agony as his body got torn in half — or so I thought it did.

I turned my head away without saying another word, mostly because I could not trust my voice enough to actually speak. I stared at the door as if I actually took an interest in it, just to avoid eye contact with the man. Of all the ways he had to find out about my feelings for him, it had to be this way; I was so mad and embarrassed.

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Some time had passed and the temperature had only seemed to drop lower and — despite my anger and embarrassment heating me up — it didn't stop the feeling of a thousand little needles poking into me all over my body as the harsh cold embraced me. Things had been completely silent, which I appreciated because I knew that I would not be able to speak without my teeth chattering. And I knew that Josh would only mock me for that. I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging my torso tightly in an attempt to warm myself and stop myself from shivering before Josh took notice.

"Cold?" I heard him finally speak up.

'Shit!' I cursed in my head. 'So much for trying to warm up before he noticed.'

"Y–Yeah…" I mumbled, still not daring to look at Josh after the things he had said. Lord knows my face was probably as red as a rose.

"Well, why don't you come over here and warm yourself up on my lap?" My eyes widened at his words and I scowled at the tone of his voice; I could practically hear his smirk in it.

"Oh, God—"

"I want him to be the reason I feel warm in the winter. I want to melt into his arms as he makes love to me and make the harsh winter feel like a beautiful summer." I froze as my eyes widened in terror when I recognized those words from my diary. "What? I–I'm just goin' by the book!"

"Just— How much of my diary did you read?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Hmmm… Well, I started at a couple months ago and ended at: 'And then Josh bent down to place a gentle kiss on my clit before dragging his soft tongue between my folds.'"

'Shit! He read about my dream last night!' My heart began to race with humiliation and the regret of asking my question as he recited every word from my diary, dragging out and exaggerating every word like he was a porn star.

"And I kept calling out his name. 'Oooh, Josh! Harder! More! Dominate me! Oooh, Daddy!'" I jumped up from my seat as he moaned out those words, shocked and appalled by his lies and behavior.

"I did not write that!" I screeched in anger as my body heated up with rage, making it easy to forget about the painful cold.

"Oh, admit it, little kitty! Those words might not be down in your little book, but you and me both know damn well that that's what you hear in your head." He snapped back and I stood in silence. I couldn't deny it because he was right. Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into my head as my lips twisted into a mischievous grin.

"Why so creative with it, Josh? Maybe instead of those words being in my head, those are the words that are in your head!" I accused as I pointed a finger at him.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, baby." He scoffed while rolling his eyes. "Why don't you just be honest with yourself, honey? You want to ride the Josh express and be taken to the bone zone! Just admit it! Come on, (Y/N)! Admit i—"

"Fine!" I yelled, interrupting him and, to my surprise, his eyes widened as if he was a bit stunned by my outburst. "I want to fuck you! Alright?! I've dreamed about you doing things to me every fucking night since we fucking met! And I can't take anymore!"

His shocked expression formed into a cocky one as his lips turned up into a smirk again. He just stared at me for a moment in silence as I tried to look everywhere but in his direction, terrified to make eye contact after my naughty little confession.

"We're alone here; Chris and Mike went back to the lodge, so is there really any reason to hold back?" His words pierced into my mind like a fishing hook, stabbing that curious part of my brain and reeling me into his sick grasp. I shyly looked up at him and bit the inside of my cheek, not knowing what to do or say.

His eyes darkened further with lust as they peered up at me while his tongue slipped out to lick his lower lip before sucking it between his teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing — he was killing me with temptation. But was he just toying with my emotions? He was hell bent on humiliating everybody else tonight, so what made me so different? For all I knew, there was a camera hidden somewhere to humiliate me as well. I heaved a deep sigh, feeling tired and quite frankly sick of caring. I took a few steps closer to the bound man in front of me before making my very first move.

I stopped right in between his open legs and raised my hand to his head, running my fingers through his surprisingly soft curls and then clenching my digits into a fist, pulling his head back and forcing him to open his mouth as he let out a hiss in pain. I took the opportunity to clash my lips against his and slide my tongue into his mouth, pushing it harshly against his with much need and passion.

A wild fight for dominance began as I lowered myself onto his lap and started to grind myself on his thigh. The sensation it brought me was dull but just enough to add a little more fuel to the fire and dampen my panties. As our mouths explored each other, my other hand roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the button-up shirt he wore, that I so badly wanted to tear off.

It was then that I realized I couldn't do that without taking off his overalls first. And even then, I had some layers that needed removing as well. I pulled away and he let out a groan of protest while looking up at me with needy eyes. I couldn't help but smile down at him before unzipping my jacket and letting it slide off my shoulders to hit the ground. Understanding what I was doing, Josh's eyes lit up with excitement like a puppy watching his master prepare his food. He watched as I took off my shirt and pants, throwing them on the floor in a messy pile, along with my discarded winter jacket.

Leaving my bra and panties on to tease him, I stepped closer towards him and ran my finger down one of the straps of his overalls before popping its button open, letting it fall to reveal more of his shoulder. I repeated the same actions with the second strap and then pulled the overalls down, just passed his knees. I took a moment to admire his already huge erection — which was pressing firmly against his boxers as if it was dying to escape from its fabricated prison — before slowly working on the buttons of his flannel shirt.

"Ah! Would you hurry up!" He whined as I took my sweet time, taking at least three seconds to pop each button open.

"Ah, ah, ah—" I scolded teasingly. "Be patient. After all, you deserve a little teasing after the shit you pulled tonight."

He responded with another groan and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling at his childish nature. I pulled his shirt open but realized that he had a shirt on underneath — one that could not be opened.

"Oh… I guess you'll just have to keep wearing that." I commented and he gave me a questioning look.

"Why?"

"Because you're tied up."

"For fuck sake." He grumbled with a roll of his eyes. "Why can't you just fucking untie me?"

"You know why. Besides, it's ridiculously cold outside, so extra layers are a good thing." 

Then I kneeled down, ignoring the shock of the cold floor touching my bare knees. I ran a single finger over the throbbing erection through his boxers and he visibly shivered as a reaction. Smiling with satisfaction due to his response, I decided to give him a little more by darting my tongue out and lightly dragging it over his cock, the same way I had done with my finger only moments ago. He let out a soft moan as he let his eyes fall shut, savoring the moment the best he could.

I then hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and began pulling them down. He responded to my actions by lifting his hips up, allowing me to pull them down his legs and finally release his cock into the cold night's air. I stared in amazement at his thick length. Josh was a big guy — 6'2" tall to be exact — so I expected there to be quite some girth in his size. But fuck — I thought shit like this was only possible in pornography.

Noticing some of the pre‐cum building up in the slit of his swollen tip, I couldn't stop myself from darting my tongue out to lap it up in one quick sweep. Then I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked on it as hard as I could, earning a deep satisfied groan from him as he jerked his hips up to force me to go deeper — but I pushed them back down with my hands.

"Fuck, if you don't give me something— anything—"

"You'll do what?" I interrupted after pulling his tip out of my mouth with a loud pop. I smirked at him as he let out a strained whine — now completely dominated and owned by me. "Fine. Since you've been such a good boy, I'll give you a little more — how does that sound?"

"Oh— Oh, yes please!" He begged desperately — his voice laced with a pathetic whine

as his eyebrows turned up, making him appear far more innocent than both me and him knew him to be.

I stood up and reached behind my back to unhook my bra and then allowed it to slide down my arms and hit the cold floor beneath me. After letting his hungry eyes linger on my 'girls' for a minute, I turned around so my back was facing him before letting my fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I made sure to bend over and push my ass out to give him a great show as I slowly pulled them down and let them join my bra on the floor. I straightened up and twirled around, only to be surprised by the dangerous look in Josh's eyes. They were dark and full of pure lust and hunger; it made my core ache for him.

I slowly walked over to him as he licked his lips impatiently like a starving wolf waiting to devour his next meal. The sound of my bare feet slapping against the cold concrete went insync with each passing second, adding to the growing anticipation that was driving me wild. I finally stood just an inch away, staring down at the hungry man before me and admiring his bound form. I buried my hand in his thick hair again but this time, I pulled his head forward, forcing his lips to crash into my pussy.

Taking the hint like a good little boy, his tongue began to work away at my mound, flicking the little bundle of nerves at a rather fast pace. The sensation was incredible — I felt my whole body heat up in a matter of seconds due to the burning arousal his tongue was bringing me. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he wrapped his soft lips around my clit to suckle on it as his tongue did it's magic.

Tears began to pool into the corners of my eyes as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. I couldn't fucking believe that I was this close already. His green eyes peered up at me, burning with nothing more than determination to make me cum as his brows furrowed. That sight alone was enough to push me closer to the edge — but when he started moaning, my legs were turning into jelly.

I tossed my head back and moaned so loudly that I wouldn't have been surprised if the others at the lodge could have heard me. My heart was beating so fast that I could have bet that it was going to explode out of my chest. This felt so amazing. I felt so free — hell, so alive! But although I was so close to my climax that I so desperately wanted and needed, I didn't want to cum like this. Not yet, at least…

I pulled away and he let out yet another groan of frustration. Lifting his chin so he would be forced to look up at me, I admired my work, taking in the image of his mouth and chin glistening with my juices as he licked his lips to taste my leftovers. Deciding that I didn't want to waste another second and that it was time, I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself before allowing myself to sink down onto his lap — but not all the way. He wasn't getting this that easy.

The stinging sensation of his tip pushing into me and stretching me out was so fucking pleasurable that it was nearly impossible not to continue going all the way, but I wanted to rile him up — I wanted this to last. He let out an annoyed grunt when I stopped and smirked down at him. His eyes shot daggers into mine, gleaming at me with want and frustration and nothing more. I couldn't help but chuckle at how pathetic he was at that moment — how he teased me for being such a needy little slut and now that's exactly what he had become.

"I bet it's killing you right now, being tied up and not in control for once. How does it feel?" I chuckled darkly as I sat completely still, enjoying the tip of his cock twitching within me with much need. But to my surprise, his lips turned up into a dark grin as he let out a combination of a laugh and a growl.

"Y–You think I'm not in control? Oh! Ooooh, you naive little bird! You are so wrong!"

Before I could say anything, he jerked his hips up, forcing each inch of his length into me within a second until his tip slammed into my cervix. I cried out in shock as my core stung with pain due to the lack of preparation for his size until that pain melted into nothing but pure pleasure. He was so much bigger than me, it was overwhelming.

His cock continued to twitch within me — on purpose to tease me or with arousal, I'm unsure. I felt my mind fog with pleasure as I began to fall sedated from my arousal before remembering what I was planning to do. I wasn't here to fall to submission at the hands of this man but to teach the little brat a very valuable lesson: Don't fuck with me.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into the fabric of his shirt for leverage before lifting myself up and slamming myself down hard, knocking unexpected moans from both of our mouths. I wasted no time to start bobbing myself up and down at an incredibly fast pace, bringing the needy sonuvabitch to the edge of his orgasm and then stopping at the very second I felt his shoulders tense up and his cock twitch within me.

A frustrated growl left his lips as he glared at me. I responded with a cocky smirk before lifting myself up again — as slowly as possible — and slamming down again, making the stool beneath us creak a little. Burying my fingers into his soft locks again, I forced his head upwards so I could make eye contact with him as I tortured him. I ground my hips down onto his, rotating them in a circle and his eyes widened — almost pleading to me while he pursed his lips as if he was trying to stifle his moans.

"Ah, ah! If you want more, you have to let me hear it!" I teased before clenching my hand that was tangled in his hair into a fist, pulling on his locks hard and forcing his mouth open.

He openly and shamelessly moaned for me as tears formed in his eyes. I chuckled at his neediness and then leaned down to let my lips graze the side of his neck before giving the sensitive skin a little nip. And I have to admit, I really enjoyed the sound of him gasping in shock at my action.

I then began planting slow kisses along the length of his neck until my lips pressed against the sweet spot right under his jawline to feel his racing pulse quickening by the second. After giving him another little nip and earning another cute, little gasp from him; I began giving him more wet, hard, open-mouth kisses; repeating the same patterns up and down his neck.

After a couple of minutes of completely savoring his delicious taste, I decided to end the torture on a wild note and licked a stripe up his throat from the base to his jaw, feeling the vibrations of his sweet melodic moans while he lifted his head to give me more access as I did so.

I pulled away slightly to look into his wide eyes and smirked before planting a quick kiss on his lips. It was difficult to keep myself from giggling at his shocked expression from my most recent actions. Now that the torture was over, it was time to get straight to business. I lifted myself up and sank back down again, deciding to move at a more neutral pace to savor the moment. I never thought that I'd be here, fucking Joshua fucking Washington, so I was going to milk every second out of this special occasion.

I squeezed his shoulders tightly as I pushed myself up, his cock sliding out of my walls until only the tip remained. I slammed back down, moaning as his head hit right into my g-spot. The way his eyes fluttered shut and his head lolled back as I slammed myself down sent chills straight down my spine. I had wanted this for so long — too long. And I definitely wasn't done with my little teasing game.

I lifted up again and held still in my position, earning a frustrated groan from my lover. Only his tip remained within me, leaving an empty feeling within my core as it ached for what was no longer there. I wanted to absolutely rail him until he was speechless — the pleasure that I so desperately craved just within reach. I felt the speed of my heartbeat increase with each passing second. The cold night's air dragged its chilling fingers down my back, sending chills down my spine and awaking goosebumps upon my skin. I wanted this so, so bad.

But I had to stay strong — I had to keep control.

I swallowed thickly and took a deep breath in an attempt to stifle my growing arousal for a bit longer. But just when I finally regained the little bit of control that had been slipping through my fingers, Josh let out another frustrated growl before his eyes burrowed deeply into mine with anger.

"That's it!" He yelled and before I could react, he jerked his hips upwards, forcing his thick shaft deep into my hole. I couldn't hold back — it was too much. I let my head fall back as a moan pushed passed my lips. My walls stretched and clenched around him, swallowing his length within my heat and savoring the stinging pleasure it offered me.

He continued to buck his hips into mine, his strength and speed overwhelming me in an orgasmic bliss. I was in such a trance that I didn't even notice my hand traveling below my waist to play with my sensitive mound that was swelling for attention. Well — I didn't notice until Josh pointed it out, of course.

"Oh, yes! Good girl!" He praised my actions — his voice dipping a few octaves lower than before, only pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Touch yourself for Daddy!"

His words sent a buzz to my mind that no alcohol could replicate. It was as if he was casting a spell on me, and each word he spoke had me falling deeper and deeper into his grasp.

I knew that there was no escape now. After hours of trying to run away, the killer had finally caught his prey — and I was oh, so willing to be his helpless victim.

"You are so, so wet right now." He whispered in my ear, a light chuckle on the edge of his tongue. "You're such a slut for me."

I sobbed at his harsh words and he let out an evil laugh.

"Come on — I wanna hear you say it."

"I–I'm — ah!"

I could barely even speak under his cruel gaze. It was as if his bold eyes had me frozen in place, only allowing me to let out moans and uneven breaths as I approached my climax. But just as I thought I had gotten off the hook from disobeying Josh's orders, he slammed his hips up in what felt like a new angle, pushing his cock deeper inside of me and pressing it so hard against my g-spot that I literally saw stars. I barely let out a squeak as my breath caught in my throat, trapping any sound from escaping me.

"I. Said. Say it!" He growled through gritted teeth. His eyes were growing in size with what I thought was anger, pupils dilating and nearly covering his light green irises completely.

"I–I–I'm your s–s–s–slut–t!" I struggled to say in a strained voice. I felt so small under his judgmental gaze, but I assumed that was what he wanted. Though his features softened at my weak declaration and he smiled sweetly — so sweet it almost made me cry.

"That's right — you're my precious little slut." He cooed lovingly. "Good girl."

With that being said, he began to move again. His movements were slow at first, but his pace quickly picked up to a speed that I thought was damn impossible. My trembling fingers gripped his shoulders as I felt myself nearing the end. Even he began to shiver as his once steady breaths became uneven and deep, telling me that he must have been close as well.

I wrapped an arm around his neck as I placed my finger on my clit once again. We remained in eye contact — foreheads pressed together as we shared breaths — while my finger quickened its pace in fast little circles over my throbbing mound.

But then, it happened — my climax covered my body like a tsunami and drowned me in a sea of intoxicating pleasure. It was as if a spark had lit within my core and spread throughout my body as fast as a wildfire; it was magical. I could barely even hear myself scream out as blood rushed to my ears and made my heartbeat the only sound they could comprehend.

I was lucky that I just barely came out of my post–orgasm daze just in time to see Josh releasing within me. His eyes squeezed shut as his head lolled back and his mouth fell wide open while he let out a moan that was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

It was an image that I had imagined hundreds of times, but the real thing could never compare to any fantasy I had ever conjured up in my mind — and I'd treasure it forever.

"Are you… Ok?" I heard Josh whisper. His voice was now soft and breathless, soothing me in my fragile state.

I let out a hum in response, not bothering to lift my head from where it rested on his shoulder or speak words that were bound to be pronounced wrong due to my shaky voice. I was too tired to do anything at that moment. I felt him beginning to soften inside of me and I let out relaxed sigh while closing my eyes.

"No…" Josh whispered again — his tone now more concerned and sympathetic. I finally lifted my head to meet his gaze and noticed that his eyes looked just as sympathetic as his voice sounded — so sad and remorseful. "I mean, are you ok from the prank? I'm so sorry."

His voice broke on the last sentence, and for the first time that night, he looked as if he was going to cry. My heart felt heavy for him. He seemed so broken and messed up since his sisters went missing. How could I blame him for wanting us to feel a tiny bit of the same pain he felt? I decided to just brush off my feelings now — for his sake. I let out a soft laugh and nodded my head slowly.

"Well, Josh — one thing's for sure: you are going to make one hell of a film producer." I chuckled while brushing the loose strands of hair out of his eyes. Josh's eyes widened while his mouth fell open dramatically as he let out an over-exaggerated gasp.

"D–Does this mean you actually liked my prank?!"

I giggled at his childish behavior. I didn't want to admit it, but it was probably a little too late for holding back now. I heaved a defeated sigh before speaking my confession.

"If I'm being honest, your prank was actually kind of — really impressive." I reluctantly admitted, thinking back to all the things he somehow managed to pull off by himself.

"I fucking knew it!" He gloated as that too familiar smirk returned to his lips. I rolled my eyes while letting out a huff of laughter.

"Don't get so cocky.* I narrowed my eyes at him — though the smile on my face most likely told him that I wasn't as angry as I was prior to our fuck. "Honestly, I'm not angry anymore. but that doesn't mean I fully forgive or trust you again — not yet, at least."

"What? Just little old me?" He whispered so quiet it was barely audible, while giving me a look of pure innocence. "Just little old me, tied up here and helpless?"

I shook my head as my smile reluctantly broadened. "Keep acting cute like that and I might just have to untie you."

"Oh — so, it's working?" His lips curved up into a sly smirk and I rolled my eyes again while letting out a huff of laughter.

Finally — after so long — everything had finally melted into silence. Josh just gazed into my eyes lovingly, without saying a word. I felt so calm — so peaceful. I laid my head on his shoulder and relaxed again. Despite the cold air chilling my body to the bone and the feeling of warm liquid turning cool between my thighs, I felt so content to just stay on his lap the whole night.

But then I remembered something important: I could only do that until dawn, since Josh would most likely end up getting arrested then. I was grateful for the long moment of silence, because it gave me time to think.

While thinking, I must have lifted up my head without realizing because when I barely came out of my thoughts, Josh was staring at me with a puzzled expression. I barely reacted to him as my mind went elsewhere again.

"Hey… Do you have the keys for the cable car?" I asked after a couple of very quiet minutes — my voice just above a whisper as I continued to stay lost in my thoughts.

"Yeah... Why?" His face studied mine while his brows furrowed and lips pursed from confusion.

I continued to think for a few seconds. What I was thinking of was quite reckless and dangerous, but in the end, it might have been worth it. Finally deciding on what I was going to do, my lips turned up into a sly smile as I studied his beautiful features that were contorted with confusion, knowing that what I was going to say about going to change the butterfly effect of tonight drastically.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

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[gingiesworld]

The Woods (2/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Angst. Violence. Death. Horror. Reader has a penis

18+ MINORS DNI

A little over a year ago

As everyone had settled into their rooms, Tony and Clint decided to go out for some fire wood. Wanda remained glued to Y/N's side throughout the day.

"Can't we leave yet?" Wanda questioned shyly as Y/N smiled softly.

"If you aren't comfortable by morning, we will leave and find a hotel." Y/N told her softly. The girls all sat beside the fire that was dying out as they waited for the boys who soon came running inside.

"You guys need to see this." Tony said as Clint nodded. "It's so fucking freaky."

Everyone followed Tony and Clint outside. Wanda held on tightly to Y/N's arm, following them into what looked like a log shed. When they entered, they saw a bloodied table and a lot of hunting knives and other sharp objects.

"Who did you hear about this place from again?" Wanda questioned as Tony smiled.

"It doesn't matter but this is cool." He told them.

"Tony, this isn't cool." Y/N pointed out as they brought Wanda closer to them.

"It was probably only ever used to kill animals Y/N." He shrugged as Y/N shook their head.

"Did your friend tell you more about this house?" Y/N asked him as he shrugged. Looking at the different blades, picking up an axe and pretending to weild it.

"No." He said as he swung it. "It's quite heavy." He told them as everyone started to leave the cabin.

"We should leave here Tony." Y/N told him as Wanda went with Nat and Maria.

"Come on Y/N, we just got here." He told them. "Besides, you were the one who said to give it a chance."

"That was before I saw this." They gestured to the weapons on the wall. "I didn't expect to find a slaughter room."

"Come on." He said as he wrapped his arm around their shoulder. "Let's have a fun weekend." He led them back out and towards the cabin. Everyone waited for the two before they went inside.

"Should we make some dinner?" Laura questioned as Wanda nodded.

"Yes. I need something to distract me from this place." She told her as the two headed to the kitchen. Y/N stood with Nat as the others argued with Tony about this place.

"Wanda wants to leave." Y/N told her as she nodded.

"I don't blame her. This place gives me the creeps." Nat answered. "Maria will also be tearing Tony a new one."

"I told her to give it one night." Y/N informed her. "Then we will go to a hotel tomorrow."

"I think we will join you." Nat said as they watched Maria grab Tony by the scruff of his collar.

"I'm going to have a look around. Would you watch out for Wanda?" Y/N asked her as Nat nodded. She watched curiously as Y/N walked passed everyone up the stairs. Walking in every room, the decor was the same. Stained log walls, a deer or bear head on the walls above the bed. It wasn't until they felt an uneasy breeze in the master bedroom. Looking around, checking the window which was shut. It wasn't until they moved the dresser that Tony came up.

"What are you doing?" He asked them as they just shushed him.

"There is a breeze coming from here." They whispered as they felt around the wood, seeing hinges on a small door. It opened inwards, Tony watched as Y/N crawled through it, followed by Tony. The two used the torches on their phones to look around.

"This is just like that outhouse." Tony whispered. Except there were more weapons up here, different kind of old torture equipment.

"We should leave Tony." Y/N told him.

"Come on Y/N. You said it yourself, give it a chance." He reminded them.

"No." They yelled. "Wanda is pregnant and I wouldn't chance losing her or the baby for nothing."

"You won't Y/N. I promise." Tony told them softly.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." They said before they crawled back through the door, heading straight to Wanda. "Where's Maria?" Y/N asked both Wanda and Nat who were in the kitchen.

"She went upstairs for a nap." Nat told them.

Tony remained in the other room, running his finger along the blade of a jagged knife.

"Fuck." He hissed as the knife sliced his skin. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he started to suck on the wound, hoping it would stop bleeding. Not really paying attention to the humming sound and the tingly feeling within him. Completely disregarding the evil aura that now surrounded him.

Present

Wanda was sat in her room, she only had another six months left of being here then she can go home. Her thoughts always drifted back to that weekend. The screams of her friends. The cries of the love of her life.

"You have visitors." The nurse told Wanda with a gentle smile. Wanda followed her out to the family room, it was like a living room, giving off a homely aura. Wanda smiled when she saw the twins and Pietro.

"Mama!" The two squealed as they ran to her, wrapping their arms around her.

"Hi." Wanda smiled as she kissed their heads. Listening as they told her about school.

"How have you been?" Pietro asked her as a nurse took the twins for some snacks.

"I'm getting better." Wanda told him. "I still have the nightmares but not as much."

"That's great." He smiled at her. "So it shouldn't be much longer until you come home?"

"When I'm 100% ready." She told him. "I miss them so much and." She took a deep breath. "I just hate that they're always in my nightmares. Before all of this, I used to have wonderful dreams about them. What our future would be like, but now all I see is their death, hear their screams and I hate it."

A little over a year ago

Wanda and Laura both set the table as Y/N came downstairs. Checking their watch before heading to Wanda.

"First thing tomorrow, we are leaving." They told her as she just nodded.

"Why?" Laura questioned as Y/N explained to her what they had found in the master bedroom.

"We should just leave now." Pepper told them as everyone agreed.

"It is dark out now Pepper. It will be dangerous to attempt to drive through the woods right now." Y/N told her.

"Why don't we just sleep on it." Tony said as he stood at the foot of the stairs. A distant look in his eyes.

"Yeah, we can leave at sunrise." Y/N agreed as everyone nodded.

"Someone needs to wake Maria." Clint said as Nat nodded. Walking upstairs to the room and sitting down on the bed.

"Baby, dinner's ready." She told her, shaking her lightly. In the dark room, she couldn't see Maria's glossy eyes wide with fear. The pale greying skin or the blood. "Maria." She tried again, resting her hand on her stomach. When she noticed that there was some sort of liquid there, she fumbled for the light, screaming at the sight.

Y/N grabbed Wanda and made their way up the stairs with Clint. The three stopped in the doorway, Wanda immediately nuzzled her face into Y/N as Clint went to Nat. Wrapping his arms around her as she screamed and cried out for Maria.

Present

Nat still had the nightmares too, but she never really had anyone to talk to. She would send letters to Wanda, hoping to bring a bit of comfort. The two friends had lost a lot that weekend. Not just their spouses, but their beliefs changed, they saw something that no one had ever seen before. An evil so dark, that no one deserves to find out even exists.

"So, you still get the dreams?" Steve asked her as she nodded.

"I still see her blood on my hands." Nat whispered. "I just, I want to go back in time and stop everyone from ever agreeing to go there."

"I know Nat." He spoke tenderly. "Also, Bucky and Sam are looking into that cabin. We're going to clear your name." He told her as she just nodded. "We will get you out of here."

"Is Wanda still in that place?" She questioned.

"She is." He confirmed. "She is getting better though, it's been almost a year since she checked herself in there."

"Good." Nat smiled softly. "I'm happy she's getting the help she needs. She has lost a lot."

"Both of you have." Steve told her as she nodded. He was right, the two of them lost their loved ones, best friends. Just a lot of people they had considered to be family.

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[26] OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Good days on the farm are over. The group has to decide whether they can trust Rick and do they even want to stay together.

Warnings: language, death

Song: Everybody Dies Billie Eilish

A/N: Hello ;) WE'RE OVER FARM DAYS! I can't wait to traumatize Charlie even more!!! SPOILER: From now on it's going to be just worse and worse. Also, I don't know when the next chapter will be posted - probably next Monday, but idk for sure. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and I wait for your comments and likes.

"Rick and Shane ain't back?" was the first thing Daryl said as they entered the farmhouse. Everyone turned to them with curious glances.

"No."

"We heard a shot." shaking Lori walked up to Dixon.

"Maybe they found Randall," said Andrea, probably trying to calm the other woman down.

"We found him," said Charlie, furrowing her brows.

"Is he back in the shed?"

"He's back to being dead." Reed snorted as leaned on a frame. She saw how people furrowed their eyebrows, not knowing what had happened in the darkness of the woods, just moments before. For them, Randall was still alive."He's a walker."

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked.

"No, the weird thing is he wasn't bit," Glenn said.

"His neck was broken," Daryl added.

"So he fought back."

"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other," Charlie said.

"And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together." Daryl ended her deduction.

"Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane, and find out what on Earth is going on?" Lori almost begged Daryl.

She was shaking and her face was showing worry, new information probably made her even more nervous. Obviously, they were all confused about the whole situation, but it was her husband out there in the dark. Daryl had no other choice, but to nod. "You got it."

Reed wanted to go with him and help, this way would be quicker. Besides if Shane really lied to them, if he let Randall out just to kill him almost right away...there was a big problem. He had to plan all of this and that was probably the most concerning thing.

"What's going on?" Charlie asked as she saw people just standing outside on the porch. She passed them and stopped in her tracks as she saw the most terrifying picture. "Oh...shit."

"Patricia, kill the lights," Hershel ordered.

"I'll get the guns," said Andrea.

There were probably hundreds of walkers coming right at them. Charlie was sure that she peed her pants, because how the fuck they are supposed to fight them? Another question was: where they all were coming from?

"Maybe they are just passing, like a herd on the highway," Glenn asked, looking up to Daryl. "Should we just go inside?"

"No unless there's a tunnel downstairs I don't know about," he said examining the herd of the dead and then looked at him. "A herd that size would rip the house down."

Then of course something happened and complicated things even more. Lori ran on the porch breathlessly." Carl's gone. He...he was upstairs." she breathed out. "I can't find him anymore."

"Maybe he's hiding."

"He's supposed to be upstairs," Lori said angrily. "I'm not leaving without my boy."

"We're not," Carol said and took her hands in hers to calm her down and show her support. "We're gonna look again. We're gonna find him."

Charlie rolled her eyes. How would it be any different? The thing with that kid was that he should have a guard or a band around his ankle, so he would be easy to track. Lori should watch him 24/7 even when he was asleep.

"I got the number...it's no use," said Daryl, when he saw that Andrea came back on the porch with guns and bullets, handing everyone something.

"You can go if you want." the old man said, ignoring his skepticism.

"Wait. Do you want to stay? Like...here?" Charlie asked. "You gonna take them all on?"

"We have guns. We have cars."

"Kill as many as we can, and we'll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm." Andrea nodded.

"Are you serious?" Daryl asked.

"This is my farm," Hershel said straightening his back. "I'll die here."

And yet again there were two options. One: go and fight. Second: run. But if she ran and left those people who helped her and she considered them friends, she would be just heartless and ungrateful. So there was just one option: don't die. She kneeled and started loading up her gun, making sure she would have bullets even in her pockets.

"Charlie?" Daryl asked as he saw her squatting.

"This is not my farm and I won't die here," she answered him, straightening and looking him in the eyes. "Because we will fight."

"All right." he nodded as if her firm eyes convinced him immediately. "It's as good a night as any."

It was chaos. The barn was suddenly set on fire, all they could hear were screams, gun sounds, and this horrible snarling that was making her hands shake. Living were mixing with the dead, so Charlie couldn't really tell if the body she was pointing was really the one she should have. Walkers were coming from the ground that's what it seemed. She was shooting them with Hershel, but there were too many, for one killed there were immediately four in its place.

"Come on!" Hershel was screaming, encouraging Walkers to come and get him.

"Where's Lori? Did you see Lori?" she heard a male voice after a shot that killed a Walker that was right behind her.

"I don't know what happened, Rick." Hershel was trying to explain. "They just keep coming. It's like a plague. They're everywhere."

"Lori!" he screamed. "Did you see her?"

"No!"

She looked back at from where the herd was coming and didn't like the really short distance that Wakers was from them."There's no time for this!" Charlie said. "We have to go!"

"Find Lori and the others." Rick nodded and killed a couple of Walkers.

"It's my farm!" Hershel protested.

"Not anymore!"

She didn't feel safe on the highway as so many bad things had happened in this exact place. Nothing really changed here even though everything had changed. They were on a farm for a week, but in times like the one they lived in it seemed forever. Charlie saw the car with supplies for Sophia and almost vanished writing Sophia stay here on the front window. Besides those nostalgic memories, the highway was too close to the farm.

"Well, where's mom?" her attention turned to Carl as he asked. "You said she would be here. We gotta go back for her."

"Carl..."

"No," he protested. "Why are we running? What are you doing? It's...it's Mom. We need to get her and not be safe a mile away."

"Shh. You need to be quiet, all right? Please."

"Please...It's Mom." a boy tried to convince his dad.

"Look, Carl, listen..."

She was looking at angry Carl walking away from them. Rick looked at her and she just shrugged with her shoulders not knowing what he expected from her. He saved her ass as well Hershel's, but there was no possibility that she would be running after somebody's son- it was not her job. There was tension between them since their talk back on the farm, so her being stuck with Grimes was kind of ironic. Charlie didn't have to say she was grateful, it was obvious. Let's not even begin why they were in this place to begin with...

"Rick." Hershel captured their attention. "You've got to get your boy to safety. I'll wait here for my girls and the others. I know a few places. We'll meet up at one of them later."

"Where?" Charlie snapped. "Where is safe?"

"We're not splitting up," Rick said in a firm tone, ignoring her question.

"Please. Keep your boy safe." Hershel said. "I'll hide in one of the cars. If a walker gets me, so be it. I've lost my farm. I've lost my wife and maybe my daughters."

"You don't know that." Rick spat. "They'll be here."

"And you don't know that." Charlie rolled her eyes at Grimes.

"I know, Charlie. You're a man of God, Hershel." he snapped at the older man. "Have some faith."

God...

Was it even right to talk about Him in a time like this? It felt wrong that He would have let anything like that happen, considering the belief that there's an afterlife. Charlie never thought about this before and now that she did it even more made her stick to the belief that it was pointless to waste time.

"I can't profess to understand God's plan, but Christ promised the resurrection of the dead," Hershel said. "I just thought he had something a little different in mind."

"We stick together," Rick said a little less harshly, looking at Charlie and then at Hershel.

When he saw Rick and Hershel, he felt that a heavy stone just dropped from his heart. He could stop worrying about everyone he had under his wings and just come back to being...well, no one really. It felt good to see that Carl was alright and his reuniting with Lori was something he wished Carol had back on the farm.

"Where'd you find everyone?" asked Rick.

"Well, those guys' tail lights zigzagging all over the road..." he pointed at Glenn. "Figured he had to be Asian, driving like that."

"Good one." Glenn nodded and chuckled.

Daryl looked around, looking for a girl that should be here already, hugging her best friend. Charlie was nowhere to be seen though. She wasn't near Greenes, she wasn't with Glenn, and he couldn't even see her scoffing face, leaning on one of the cars. "Where's the rest of us?"

"We're the only ones who made it so far," said Rick cluelessly.

His heart dropped and he felt the urge to throw up. Did they leave Charlie on the farm and let her die? No...she was a fighter. She definitely was alive somewhere...Was she? She expressed her want to die, so maybe she just got overwhelmed but the herd and gave up. That thought just made his knees weak.

"Shane?" asked Lori, but her face fell as Rick shook his head.

"Andrea?"

"Andrea saved me, then I lost her," Carol said.

"We saw her go down," added T-Dog.

"Patricia?" asked Hershel.

"They got her too," the blond girl who tried to kill herself said. "Took her right in front of me. I was...I was holding onto her, Daddy." she cried. "What about Jimmy?"

"He was in the RV. It got overrun." Rick said.

"You definitely saw Andrea?" Carol asked.

"There were Walkers everywhere," Lori said.

"But did you see her?"

Daryl didn't want to think about what had happened to Charlie and that's why he didn't ask. He didn't see her here, so it was obvious she was dead, but there still was the smallest hope that she was on the farm. She was a hard one, she was probably hiding somewhere, just waiting for Walkers to pass by. "I'm gonna go back."

"No," Rick said.

"We can't just leave her," Daryl said, but by her he meant Charlie.

"We don't even know if she's there."

"She isn't. She's somewhere else or she's dead." Rick answered. "There's no way to find her."

"So we're not even gonna look for her?" Glenn asked.

"We gotta keep moving," Rick said. "There have been walkers crawling all over here."

To confirm those words Daryl shot a Walker that was snarling, slowly coming towards them.

"Charlie. And where's Charlie? Where is she?" Glenn asked frantically as if remembering that she wasn't around. "If she's on the farm, we have to go back. I won't leave Charlie."

Daryl wanted to nod his head and just go back to the farm. There was no way he would leave her either. She was the only good thing that was left in his life and he knew that, he was sure of that. From the moment he met her, Charlie was the first person who didn't look at him as if he was a bad person - even though at the beginning he was and he knew that she probably thought so.

"Charlie's okay," said Rick. "She walked that way."

"And how's that okay?!" Glenn asked with anger. "This place is full of Walkers you said it yourself !"

"That's why we have to stay off the main roads," said Daryl, getting ready to follow Charlie. "The bigger the road, the more walkers," he said. "I go get Charlie and we can go."

Glenn was looking at him stunned because he was still surprised that something was behind him and he wasn't prepared for Daryl just informing everyone that he would be the one to look for Charlie.

He saw her almost immediately after he passed Hershel and his daughters. But he fastened his steps as he heard her scream and right after that she was stabbing some girl on the billboard in the face. Daryl had to really come close to realize that the girl was what he supposed would be her before. In the photo she was wearing makeup, her nails were in a red color, she was wearing a tight dress and there was a lot of shiny jewelry on her. The only thing that stayed the same was her smile- which in the photo seemed a little fake.

"Hey, hey, hey." she heard and then she felt a strong pair of arms around her, gripping her tightly. "Shh."

She heard his motorcycle and something like Glenn's voice, and her first thought was to just get up and run toward them, but then she realized that she would have to face the fact of who was left on the farm. She would have to see who's not that lucky and died. But she didn't expect Daryl to be the one to look for her and hug her as tight as he was right now.

"It's all right," he said, bringing her down to the ground. "It's all fine now."

"Nothing is fine!" she screamed trying to push him away. "All those people are dead! The farm is gone! Winter is coming and we have no place to stay, no supplies! How is it fine?!

"Hey. Shhh. We're alive." he tried to calm her down.

"And that's the problem." she said."You see her?"

Daryl looked up.

"She's a dumb bitch that was worried about fucking gluten!" she yelled. "She got her family killed! She got a lot of people killed because she lied to them! And she's a dumb fucking bitch that can't even die!"

Daryl hugged her. He wanted to take all of her pain like a sponge, so she wouldn't feel so miserable anymore. She blamed herself for everything that had happened as if there was a force that wanted to punish her for past mistakes. He couldn't care less about what she was saying about killing her family and some people, because in that moment he just wished she could see herself through his eyes.

The car stopped and Rick was out of it, anger radiating through all pores of his skin. Shortly everyone was leaving their vehicles in the middle of the road that was in the middle of nowhere. They were in the woods, not safer one bit than they were on the highway. Daryl looked back at the former cop from his motorcycle."You out?"

"Running on fumes."

"We can't stay here," Maggie said.

"We can't fit in one car." Glenn shook his head.

"We'll have to make a run for some gas in the morning," Rick announced.

"Spend the night here?" Carol furrowed her brows, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her body.

"I'm freezing," Carl said, shaking.

Rick was already on the way, taking his jacket off, while Lori was rubbing her son's arm."We'll build the fire, yeah?"

"You go out looking for firewood, stay close," said Daryl. "Only got so many arrows. How are you doing on ammo?"

"Not enough." answered angry Rick.

Something felt off with Grimes. When they all met him, he was officer-friendly and now he was just different. Rick was their rock. He was calm and always was ready to listen to their problems. He was probably tired, cold, and hungry, but they all were, so the reason must have been different. Charlie could sense that any question would end up with a snappy answer in an angry voice.

"We can't just sit here with our asses hanging out," commented Maggie.

"Watch your mouth." Hershel scolded her. "Everybody stop panicking and listen to Rick."

"All right, we'll set up a perimeter," Rick said. "In the morning, we'll find has and some supplies. We'll keep pushing on."

"Glenn and I can go make a run now, try to scrounge up some gas," announced Maggie.

"No, we stay together." he protested. "God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car."

"Rick, we're stranded now." Glenn tried to reason.

"I know it looks bad, we've been through hell and worse, but at least we found each other," he said. "I wasn't sure...I really wasn't...But we did. We're together. We keep it that way." he looked around at everyone's faces and then he tightened his teeth. "We'll find shelter somewhere. There's gotta be a place."

"Rick, look around. Okay?" Rhee stepped to Grimes. "There's walkers everywhere. They're migrating or something."

"There's gotta be a place not just where we hole up, but that we fortify, hunker down, pull ourselves together, build a life for each other," he said with a much more nervous tone, trying to persuade Glenn. "I know it's out there. We just have to find it!"

"Even if we do find a place and we think it's safe, we can never be sure. For how long?" Charlie asked. Even though she completely agreed with Grimes about staying together, she had to say what she was thinking. "The quarry. The CDC. Look what happened with the farm. We fooled ourselves into thinking that that was safe."

"We won't make that mistake again." Hershel tried to calm the situation down.

But Rick seemed not even listening to her words as he pointed to some walls near them. "We'll make camp tonight over there, get on the road at the break of day."

"What if Walkers come through, or another group like Randall's?" asked scared Beth.

Charlie felt a pair of eyes on her, so she looked up and was met with Daryl's blue ones. She nodded her head slightly, encouraging him to ask the question. "You know we found Randall, right?

"He had turned, but he wasn't bit," Charlie said and saw how Rick was looking down, turning his head away.

"How's that possible?" Beth asked.

"Rick, what the hell happened?" Lori furrowed her eyebrows.

"Shane killed Randall," Daryl answered her as Rick was still quiet.

"Just like he always wanted to, right?" Charlie raised her brow.

"And then the herd got him?" Lori asked her husband, expecting whatever explanation he had.

Charlie was looking at him, like everyone right now. He was thinking hard about his answer, weighing words, so he wouldn't say something that wouldn't be right. He was thinking so intensely, that a wrinkle was created between his brows. "We're all infected."

Bomb.

Just bomb. He dropped the strongest artillery he owned in the least favorable moment. They lost people, they lost place to stay and now they were all carrying the virus? Charlie wanted to sit and cry at this point because the day was getting harder and harder.

"What?" Daryl asked.

"At the CDC, Jenner told me," he said. "Whatever it is, we all carry it."

"And you never said anything?" Carol said.

"Would it have made a difference?" Rick asked.

"You knew this whole time?" Glenn asked.

"How could I have known for sure?" he turned to the Asian, pointing a finger. "You saw how crazy that mo..."

"This isn't your call." Rhee interrupted him. "Okay, when I found out about the walkers in the barn, I told, for the good of everyone."

"Well, I thought it best that people didn't know."

It was the coldest she was in forever. A small fire was doing nothing, but they had to keep the fire low. Charlie wanted to be alone, not that she had anyone to sit with. Glenn was sitting next to Maggie and Hershel, who was hugging Beth. Carol was with Daryl and Lori was rubbing her son's back. Most of them were planning on leaving Rick because they thought he was their worst enemy now. Even Lori was mad at him for something.

What was Charlie thinking? She was with Daryl - or at least she agreed with what he said to Carol. Rick was an honorable man, who pulled them out of the deepest shit. Even though he was different lately and something was clearly bothering him, she would stay with Grimes. From the very beginning, he was doing whatever he could to protect them. He was running around trying to find Sophia, he was trying to convince Hershel to let them stay. So even though she was feeling reserved towards him, she wouldn't leave just because he made a decision for them.

"What was that?" Beth asked as they all heard rustling nearby.

"Could be anything," Daryl answered, getting up. "Could be a raccoon, could be a possum."

"Walker." Glenn furrowed his eyebrows.

"We need to leave." Carol panicked, looking around. "What are we waiting for?"

"Which way?" Glenn nodded.

"It came from over there," said Maggie, her gun ready. "Back from where we came."

"The last thing we need is for everyone to be running off in the dark," said Charlie, who was still sitting in her place, near the fire. "We don't have the vehicles. No one's traveling on foot."

"Don't panic." Hershel nodded.

"I'm not sitting here, waiting for another herd to blow through," answered Maggie, turning to Rick. "We need to move, now."

"No one is going anywhere." the cop said in a stern voice.

"Do something," Carol said.

"I am doing something!" he snapped at her. "I'm keeping this group together, alive! I've been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn't ask for this! I killed my best friend for you people, for Christ's sake!" he yelled and Charlie looked up at him and stood up. She didn't feel sad or devastated, she was just shocked and in awe that he did this. It was unexpected and it felt strange that he was no longer with them. "You saw what he was like, how he pushed me, how he compromised us, how he threatened us. He staged the whole Randall thing and led me out to put a bullet in my back. He gave me no choice. He was my friend, but he came after me. My hands are clean." he tried to explain himself. "Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there's a place for us, but maybe...maybe it's another pipe dream. Maybe...maybe I'm fooling myself again. Why don't you...why don't you go and find out yourself? Send me a postcard! Go on, there's the door. You can do better? Let's see how far you get." he said, but there was no answer to his words. People seemed to be afraid to breathe. "No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight...You're staying...this isn't a democracy anymore."

After Rick walked away, she sat back down and wrapped her arms around her knees that were up to her chin. That way she wanted to keep herself warm and stop the waves of cold shaking her body. It was an intense night and day, but she couldn't sleep, too afraid to close her eyes. She tried to make up her mind, everything that happened was still chaos in her head.

"Amy...Jim...Jacquie...Sophia..." she whispered, thinking who was gone next. "Shane...Jimmy...Patricia...Andrea. Amy, Jim, Jacquie...Sophia, Shane, Jimmy, Patricia, Andrea. Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Sophia..."

"What are you doing?" Daryl asked and he sat up.

"I can't sleep," she whispered.

"You cold?" he asked as he saw a shiver running down her body. Daryl stood up and quietly he closed the distance between them. He sat down and then as if testing the waters he placed his hand on her arm, bringing her closer. A shiver ran through his body when he felt her body in his arms. It was comfortable to just have her like this in his embrace, keeping her warm and making sure she was okay. "Better?"

"Yes." she nodded her head, feeling her body warming just a little. Even though she wanted to just melt into him and fall asleep as she felt calm, she was making sure her body was still. "I'm sorry. That you had to calm me down. It's embarrassing."

"You don't have to be sorry," he answered.

"You probably think I'm crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy," Daryl said. "You're just a person. You're not a robot and you have a heart. It's okay to cry." he said.

"Do you cry?"

"Sometimes," he said. "Well...not recently. But good people cry."

"You don't know me, Daryl."

"I know you enough," he said. "I saw how worried you were about Sophia. I saw how hard you tried to convince Hershel to let us stay when you found out that Lori was pregnant. You were really concerned about this girl's life. And...you were worried when I got shot, not letting Andrea forget it when I'm not even worth being worried about. That's how good people do."

He looked down as he felt her head in his neck. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was regular. Her whole body weight was now on him, he sighed and pulled her closer, keeping her warm and feeling relieved that she still was here with him.

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[marve2014]

No Time Like The Present Part 6

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Six

Summary: Pilgrims, Hydes, and Cuddles.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, bullying, kissing, language.

Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.1K

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. This is where the story diverges from the actual story line. More aspects of the show will be added in the next part. Thank you lovelies so much for reading and enjoying.

Upon entering the woods to find the old pilgrim house Tyler showed Wednesday you can’t help but replay the images that were on the board of supposed Bear attacks; noting that all the wounds you saw were similar to those of the claws of the monster you saw. You decided that after you and Wednesday & make it back to town you would try and get more of insight on each of the attacks. Knowing you wont get any information from Sheriff Galpin himself, you decide that you and Tyler will have to go on an outing of your own; hopefully Wednesday wont be too mad. After walking for about twenty minutes the both of you come up on a dilapidated shack. Looking over at Wednesday questioningly, she mutters out “I was expecting more too.” 

Hearing a branch break behind the both of you, you turn and see a homeless man.

“Who are you talking to little girl?” He says 

“Use the words little and girl to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” Wednesday says nonchalantly. As the homeless man moves closer to Wednesday, you stiffen and grab her arm.

“This is my place! Get out!” He moves to grab Wednesday.

“Thing, a hand here.” Wednesday says as Thing rushes over and begins to choke the man. They tumble into the outside of the shed and as that is going on you and Wednesday finally begin to look around. 

“So, do your visions just come to you, or do you have to be in a specific situation?” You ask as you both look deeper into the shed.

“My visions seem to happen spontaneously.”

“Maybe you should try touching something? Get a feel for the shed?” You suggest. Wednesday begins mockingly touching things. “here, how about this?” She picks up a fast food bag and pretends to have a vision. “That’s not how they work, I already told you.” She argues. Going on to further her point she touches one of the shed walls and falls into an actual vision. You laugh, catching her falling body and take a seat on the ground with Thing, pulling her head into your lap not knowing how long her vision will actually last. A few minutes later, Wednesday shoots up from your lap and looks around at you and Thing. 

“I saw her, the girl from my visions. Her name was Goody Addams, she’s my ancestor. She was the only to escape the burning building. Jospeh Crackstone, he burned all the outcasts alive. He was a monster, why are they celebrating him?” Wednesday’s voice cracks as she says the last line, making you grab her hand and pull her into a hug. 

“We will find out what happened. I wont let anything happen to you, okay?” You promise. Hearing footsteps, the both of you turn and take in your surroundings.

“Must be the bearded man from earlier.” Wednesday deducts. Looking through one of the planks of wood in the shed wall, you’re met with the large eye of the monster you saw the night you went to meet Wednesday in the woods. Immediately you grab Wednesday’s hand.

“RUN!” You scream, trying to pull Wednesday along with you. 

“No, we need to go after it. We need to see where it leads us.” Wednesday argues, pulling you in the direction of the monster.

“Fine, but if I die, you better tell my mom I was strongly against this.” 

Running down a path, you both immediately stop when you notice the large footprints of the monster turn into human footprints.

“Holy fuck, it’s a human?!” You yell and look at Wednesday as she continues to examine the footprint closely. Looking up again you scream, seeing Xavier Thorpe standing in front of you. 

“Warn a girl next time, Thorpe.” You say irritated.

“What the hell are you two doing?” He questions as he puts his umbrella over the both of you.

“We were following the monster.” Wednesday answers.

“You guys saw it? Do you have a death wish or something?” He asks, looking over the both of you like you’re crazy. 

“What are you doing here?” You question suspiciously.

“I heard you both asking Tyler about the old meeting house. Figured id check it out and make sure you were okay.” He explains, not making eye contact with the two of you. “Why did you come out here in the first place?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Wednesday wanted to learn more about Crackstone.” Pulling Wednesday closer to you, you glare at Xavier.

“And she wanted to use her psychic abilities?” He smugly states as the three of you head back to the main road. 

“How do you know that?” Wednesday looks up at him and stops walking.

“Lucky guess. You can’t control it can you? That freaks you out. My dad is a psychic.” He explains.

“Vincent Thorpe, I know. My brother is his number one fan.” Wednesday says as she rolls her eyes.

“So I know, the first thing hell tell you is that visions can’t be trusted; they only show you one part of the picture. You’re creating a story in your head and using parts of your visions to back it up.” He continues to talk as you stay silent, trying to take in everything being said.

“Are you trying to mansplain my powers?” Wednesday asks.

“All I’m saying that my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions and lets be honest, emotions aren’t really your strong suit.” You glare up at Xavier and punch him in the arm. He looks down at you offended. 

“We will be leaving now. You don’t know the first thing about Wednesdays emotions, because they aren’t directed at you. Don’t try and invalidate her visions because you think you know best. Go screw yourself. Come on Wednesday. We need to change before we get sick.” Pulling Wednesday down the path, away from Xavier, you both make it back to the entrance you came in. 

“I don’t care what Principal Weems says, you’re coming to my house first to change. You will not get sick because of this stupid monster.” 

Making your way back to the sheriffs department, you see Sheriff Galpin and ask him for a ride to your house since you two walked to the pilgrim meeting house, leaving your car at home. After the short drive, you arrive home to see your mom gone and Tyler at the house when he said he would be at work. Getting out of the Sheriffs truck you turn back to thank him.

“I will drive Wednesday back to Nevermore so you can get back to work, we wont be too long; I don’t want anyone getting in trouble with the principal.” You give Sheriff Galpin a small smile and he gives you a head nod. Walking into the house, you see Tylers muddy shoes on the shoe rack and go to find him, bringing Wednesday along with you to get her some dry clothes.

“Your house is very… homey.. and bright.” Wednesday can’t help but grimace at the normality of it all. “Gonna have to get used to it babe, my mom is like the embodiment of sunshine, my very own Enid.” You laugh as you bring her to your bedroom and grab a t shirt and some shorts.

“If none of that will fit you, my mom is more your size, mine might be too big, I can grab something of hers, she wont mind. Trust me.” You smile. “ My bathroom is right through there, feel free to shower. I’m going to use the bathroom in my moms room and I plan on showering in scolding hot water, so take your time.” Kissing her cheek, you walk towards your moms room, still seeing no sign of Tyler. You push that to the back of your mind and start the shower and get in. After thoroughly scrubbing any traces of mud and Xaviers presence off your skin, you decide 25 minutes is long enough. Getting out and dressed, you go back to your bedroom to see Wednesday freshly showered, laying on your bed asleep. You kiss her forehead and cover her with your fuzzy pink blanket and then take a picture incase you ever need a favor from her and have to resort to blackmail. You head downstairs and hear someone rummaging through the kitchen, grabbing the bat that you started keeping at the end of the stairs, you slowly make your way into the kitchen. You see someone standing in the fridge but can’t tell who it is. Continuing to raise the bat you make yourself known.

“Hands where I can see them, please don’t make me use this bat.” You whine as the figure slowly closes the fridge.

“A BAT, Y/N?! Really?” Tyler looks at you shocked. Putting a container of food on the counter. Reaching over and snatching the bat from you. “Also, don’t let someone you’re trying to attack know you have a weapon, idiot.’ He rolls his eyes. 

“Hey! Give it back!” Whining, you try and reach for it, but Tyler is holding it above his head where you cant reach it. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You question, finally giving up and letting him keep the bat.

“Literally zero customers, they sent me home, didn’t need me and the other guys.” He shrugs. “What are you doing here?” 

“Well Wednesday is asleep in my bed currently. We almost got eaten by the Hyde, again. Ran into that douche face Xavier. Just a casual day for us, you know?” You nonchalantly inform him and go to make you and Wednesday some hot tea and cookies. 

“Wait, Wednesday is here? Is that even allowed?” He asks as he hands you some tea bags. 

“Well If it isn’t, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get in trouble.” I’m going to bring this up and let her sleep a little more. Use the couch, no pull out for you until were both gone, loser.” You laugh at him and head upstairs. Entering your room you look at Wednesday who has cuddled further into your bed. Deciding to join her, you gently pull the covers back and slide in, not expecting her to immediately find her way into your arms. Smiling down at her you pull her closer and begin to fall asleep. 

Waking up to the feeling of cold, you sit up and look around not seeing Wednesday, but hearing people conversing down the hall.  Walking out you hear your mother and finally making it to the kitchen, you see her shoving food in front of Wednesday. Standing back you watch the interaction between them before you make your presence known.

“So Wednesday, how are you liking Nevermore? I hear this is your first year there.” Your mother asks as she pours Wednesday a glass of sweet tea.

“It’s okay I guess. It is better than normie schools, but then again, its still school.” Wednesday answers as she continues to look down at the food in front of her, deciding what to eat first.

“I just want to say thank you.” Your mother looks wistfully and Wednesday finally raises her head to meet her eyes.

“For? This is the first time we’ve actually spoken. I don’t think I’ve done anything to benefit you.” Wednesday answers monotoned. 

“You make Y/n happy. As a mother, that’s all I could ask for. She hasn’t had the easiest time dealing with the transition of moving here, but you have make her leave her room more, and actually get out of the house. I haven’t seen her smile this much in a long time.” Your mother reaches over and pats Wednesday on the hand. Pretending to not have heard anything, you head into the kitchen and make yourself known.

“Well hello people, I am alive and awake. What are we eating?” You smile and sit next to Wednesday, placing your hand on her thigh and giving a gentle squeeze. 

After eating, you decide that you regretfully need to take Wednesday back to Nevermore before you get in trouble with Principal Weems. The drive is mostly in silence, with you paying attention to the road while it rains, and Wednesday staring at the droplets racing down the passenger window. When the gate to the school is in sight, Wednesday finally breaks the silence. 

“There’s a dance coming up, the Rave-N, as my girlfriend you are required to go. I will let you know further dress code details so you can buy an outfit. Okay?” Looking at you with no hint of joking, you nod your confirmation. “Good. I will see you later.” Wednesday reaches over and grabs you by the back of the head and feverishly kisses you goodbye until you need to come up for air. Breathlessly you look at Wednesday and smile. “Be safe and I will talk to you later.” You tell her as she gets out of the car and makes her way into the front of the school. Deciding that you need the remaining information on those attacks, you decide that you and Tyler will need to break into the coroners office and see what exactly is going on. 

Getting back to your house, you call Tyler and tell him to come outside, without telling either of your parents where you plan on going. Tyler comes out and gets in the vehicle and you immediately break down crying.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tyler asks as he reaches over the center console to hug you.

“I think today is just catching up to me, the adrenaline wore off and all I can think of is one of us getting killed by the Hyde. We need to find out who it is Tyler. I can’t keep going with Wednesday and almost getting killed.” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you look up at him and see a faraway look in his eye. He snaps out of it once he realizes you’re looking at him. 

“It’ll all work out, okay? I promise.” He reassures you.

“I need you to come with me to break into the coroners office. I don’t think all the attacks your dad is saying are bear attacks, are actually bear attacks. I think it’s the Hyde.” You explain as you continue to pull yourself together and stop crying. 

“Are you sure? We could get into a lot of trouble if we get caught.” 

“Yes. The coroners office has the last body and all of the notes from the previous attacks. I stole my moms badge, so technically we aren’t breaking in.” You try to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go then.” He exhales. “You’re just as bad as Wednesday.” Laughing, he puts his seatbelt on as you pull out of the driveway.

“I take that as a compliment.” You tell him smugly.

Arriving at the hospital, you two take the back way to get into the building trying to go unnoticed. Scanning your moms badge, you finally make it to the coroners office and enter the dark room. Pulling out flashlights, you start going through the filing cabinet, while Tyler looks at the computer.

“Well the computer is a no go.” He says, trying multiple times to get passed the login credentials.

“Okay well help me look through the filing cabinet.” Finding one file you need, you head over to the computer and printer to make copies before you replace the file and continue looking. You pause as you hear two voices coming closer, looking through the crack in the door, you see the coroner and sheriff Galpin making their way to the very room you’re in. 

“Oh fuck, its your dad. Hide Tyler. Hide right now.” You scurry and hide in the side closet, pulling Tyler with you. Covering both of your mouths, you try and listen to the conversation being currently had. 

“I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the lates victim; it’s a real noodle-scratcher.” The coroner says as he leads Sheriff Galpin over to the refrigerated unit containing disassembled body parts. “The killer cut off two toes from the victims left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report is still pending.”

“The minute your done send it straight to my desk. I want a media black out on the toes.” 

“Sure thing Sheriff. You go, ill lock up.”

You hear the Sheriff leave and then the coroner walking over to the area they keep the bodies. You cant make out much of what he’s saying but you can hear the confusion in his voice as he talks to one of the bodies.

“You’ve been waiting a while, I guess you wont mind one more day for me to cut you open.” Laughing, he closes the drawer and turns the lights back off. After 5 minutes of no sound, you and Tyler open the door to the storage closet you were in and you look at the drawer the coroner had opened, noticing it didn’t close all the way. Looking at Tyler and nodding your head in the direction of the drawers, you walk over and pull it all the way. Holding in a scream, you see your girlfriend laying there, staring back up at you.

“Five more minutes, I was just getting comfortable.” She says as Thing goes to close the drawer.

“No ma’am. You will not get five more minutes Wednesday Addams. Get your butt off that table and tell me why you’re here without me!” You whisper yell, picking thing up and moving him away from the handle of the drawer.

“I could ask you the same.” Wednesday says as she hops down and smooths out the bottom of her Nevermore skirt.

“Well I came with Tyler, not alone.” You argue.

“And I came with Thing.” She rebuttals. 

“I don’t think they’re bear attacks. I think they’re all from the Hyde.” You explain and watch her lips curve in a small smile. 

“You’re correct, that’s why im here as well. I didn’t ask you to come because you specifically promised your mother no more late night outings; isn’t that correct, Tyler?” Wednesday looks over to the silent boy. Tyler just nods, not making eye contact with you.

“Traitor.” You mumble. “ Okay, well I made copies of one of the victims, and they were missing a body part, the sheriff and coroner said this guy was missing two toes, so what the hell does a Hyde want with specific body parts?” You question the both of them. 

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[thechaddyengine]

A close call for Derek...

*Derek was taking a small night goods train towards Crovan's Gate, he was running at good time and was running smoothly after his teething were fixed.*

*As he headed down the mainline, no one noticed that the points lead to an old line, It was too dark for Derek nor the driver to see this mistake.* (ik it's bright but it's the best i can do :[)

*He ventured further down the line realising where they were going.*

Derek: "This isn't the mainline driver, this is an old branchline."

D Driver: "We must of been diverted onto this line by accident or something was wrong with the points..."

Derek: "We should go back..." *he said shivering*

D Driver: "Agreed... lets head ba-"

*Then a loud screaming sound was heard further down the branch.*

Derek: "Oh no! Someone sounds like their in trouble!"

D Driver: "You might be right, we better check if their ok"

*They shot forward towards the shrieking, but as they arrived, they found themselves in an old, abandoned yard with rotting wood and splintered metal*

*As they looked around, Derek saw an engine... a large, red tank engine...*

Derek: A-arthur? Is that you?

"aRtHuR: hEy FrIeNd... LoNg TiMe No SeE..." :)

Derek: "A-are you feeling alright? We heard a scream and decided to check... was that you screaming?"

"ArThUr: nO nO nO... tHaT wAs JuSt SoMeOnE eLsE..." :)

D Driver: "Derek, I don't think Arthur is feeling like himself right now..."

Derek: "You might be right... Lets go now..."

*As they started to leave, ArThUr started to become impatient...*

aRtHuR: "wHy LeAvE sO sOoN?! STAY A WHILE!!!" :D *His face started to distort...*

Derek: "I DON'T WANT TO!!!" *As he let off smoke in anger*

ArThUr: . . . . . . . . . . . . .

aRtHuR: "wElL, WE ARE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT" *His face completely dissolving from his smokebox door, showing his true face* :)

Derek: "OH SHIT!!! DRIVER, SEND US BACK NOW!!!!!!"

D Driver: "YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!!!!!"

*They floored it down the line at full speed, the creature that once was Arthur was not far behind them*

ARTHUR: GET BACK HERE!!!!!!! *It shrieked picking up speed*

*Derek's driver thought quickly as he picked up a gun from the cab, leaned out of the window and shot the freak of nature right in the eye*

ARTHUR: *Shrieks in pain!!!*

D Driver: "BULLSEYE!!!!!" *He shouted*

*The beast collapsed onto an enbankment where it laid in pain because of the severe gun wounds*

ARTHUR: "YOU WON'T BE LUCKY NEXT TIME!!!!!"

D Driver: "AND FUCK YOU TOO YOU FREAK OF A STEAM ENGINE!!!"

*Derek and his driver did not stop until they got to Wellsworth where Derek was still recovering from the experienced he just felt, another engine took his train to Crovan's Gate. He will be resting at the sheds until he recovers...*

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[pennywaltzy]

Sebastian can't decide what to get Molly for Valentine's Day until he sees an internet ad for this. https://www.fragrantjewels.com/products/the-tell-tale-heart-jewel-candle

(For anyone who can't get the link to work, I embedded the image at the bottom for the fic under the read-more with a link to the website on the image).

So I'm finally touching on this AU again! Eventually I'll get into the heavy plotting stories about Jim and Sherlock on the roof/Moran set to snipe Molly if things go south but telling her the truth instead and Moran having to clean up Moriarty's mess to stay out of prison, but here's some belated Valentine's Day fluff.

Perfect Gifts (An "If Wishes Were Horses Beggars Would Ride" Story) - Even though he doesn't actually get to give her his Valentine's Day gift on the holiday itself, Molly loves the candle and bath bomb that appeal to her morbid and cute nature.

He was not used to buying...thoughtful...gifts for people. Especially females. His mum had died young and his father hadn’t been the gift-giving sort. He hadn’t really had a beau aside from Jim, and the less said about that disastrous relationship, the better. What he had with Molly was definitely different. And it was a good different, something special that he didn’t want to fuck up, especially when it came to their first Valentine’s Day as...something.

He was scrolling through various websites and then back to look at things that had an anatomical heart shape, which was something he felt the cutely morbid partner of his would enjoy, when he ran across a website that had jewelry hidden in candles and bath bombs. It had a ring, which could be suggestive, but the main thing was the anatomical heart candle turned into a vase when the candle was gone. That would definitely appeal to her. He knew she wasn’t allowed to wear jewelry on the job but the jewelry was the least important part of this gift.

As he ordered the candle/bath bomb combo and picked her ring size for a finger that was not her ring finger, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. She’d love it.

--

Much as he’d wanted to do something normal for their first Valentine’s Day together, Mycroft’s whims beckoned and he was gone from London, taking care of another thread in the web left over from Jim. One day, the web was going to be gone and then he could really settle into something with Molly. At least she didn’t throw your arse to the curb when it came out that not only was Jim your lover, but you weren’t all you seemed, either, he thought to himself as he battled the rain to get to Molly’s home. She’d been to his place, not that it was a bad one, but he had to admit her home felt like home. His place was somewhere he slept; her place was somewhere he lived.

He’d managed to get the package a few days before Valentine’s Day with the vase and bath bomb, and he’d had them situated at her flat with Sherlock’s help. Sherlock hadn’t wanted to be bothered until he said it would make Molly happy to have a gift from him on the actual holiday, and then he’d softened. Molly’s happiness had that effect on Sherlock, he noticed, even if the man was as frigid as the Arctic. Maybe he just didn’t fancy women, though he had no reason to suspect the man fancied men, either. But they both cared about Molly, albeit in different ways, and that gave them a starting point to get along.

He got his key out and let himself in, shedding his black trench coat and depositing the brolly in the umbrella bin. Something smelled good food-wise, but there was an undercurrent of another smell as well. He looked into the sitting room and saw the candle there, lid off, and he assumed she had it lit. It smelled nice.

“I’m back,” he said out loud, removing his sodden shoes and socks, and leaving him barefoot against the wood.

“You’re soaked!” Molly said as she came to look at him. “The rain must have gotten worse since I got off my post.”

“Well, I’m here now, sodden but yours.”

“Why don’t you have a nice warm bath to warm up? I may even join you with the bath bomb you got me.”

“So you like your gifts?” he said with a smile.

“Love them. I can’t wait for the candle to be gone to use it as a vase. That was such a thoughtful idea.” She moved towards him and kissed his cheek. “I have a gift for you, too, but I can give it to you when we eat.”

“I’d love that,” he said earnestly.

“Let me turn the heat off the lamb curry and we’ll go take that bath,” she said, pulling away. “Strip out here and meet me in the loo, alright?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. Yeah, there was something serious going on between them. Maybe they’d label it at some point, but for now, he was happy with whatever it was they had.

#sherlock #sebastian moran #molly hooper #sebolly #mollan #moran x molly #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #answering asks!

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 27a

*Warning Adult Content*

Little Wolf - Part 1 - Koa

That night... I dream of Des.

How we'd sneak treats from the dining hall then go up to the roof at night to lay on our backs and watch the stars.

How I'd cried in his arms and he comforted me after I was kicked from my family home.

The world had seemed so small back then, it was me and him against our oppressive pack.

Our first kiss had been awkward but exciting, stolen behind the old shack in the woods where we often hid from the other kids.

He told me he loved me just a week after, promising that we'd mate when we were older, even if we weren't fated.

I'd thought it so romantic then, I believed whatever he told me.

Des was my everything and then he was gone.

I was left alone and vulnerable, giving Zacan the opportunity to impregnate me not long after Des's death.

It was the most painful time of my life.

When I wake up with tears streaming down my face, a deep pit in my stomach, I recognize that I'm not over that pain in the slightest.

But what if Cyrus expects me to behave like I'm not?

What if he thinks that now that we've kissed... I'm offering up my heart to him?

Because I can't do that, I can't give my all to someone when the future isn't guaranteed.

Cyrus could die.... he could leave me... he could find out the truth of my past and be disgusted that he was ever attracted to impure omega like me.

He could decide that he doesn't want all my baggage, much less having to care for another Alpha's child.

There is so much that could go wrong and I have to my protect my heart.

Because the loss of Des broke me and if I let Cyrus any farther in and the same thing happens, it won't only break me... it will destroy me.

I know it will and Oliver doesn't deserve a mother like that.

I have to be strong for him, like I always have been.

I cannot let my defenses fall now because of my silly feelings.

So after a full weekend of avoiding Cyrus, Monday rolls around and I have no way to get out of training.

Cyrus would come find me, anyway.

I walk to the training field from the school, already dressed in my leathers to get this over with as quickly as I can.

Fuck, I feel so nervous... one look at him and I know I'll be tempted to kiss him again.

The heat of our moment the other night has not left my mind, much less my body, where it teases my stomach with butterflies at the prospect of seeing my mate.

My wolf is practically salivating, wagging his tail like the lust-starved mutt he is.

I try to calm him down but it's no use.

So when I approach Cyrus who's leaning against the weapons shed, I keep my eyes downcast.

My palms are sweaty as hell and I wring them together, an anxious breath escaping my chest.

How am I going to ignore the elephant in the room?

Which is the fact that I threw myself at him a couple nights ago and we made out not once but twice.

I can't say I regret it but what I do regret is not thinking of the consequences.

Like how I'm going to face him today, acting like nothing happened.

"We're going to be working with weapons today. It's your first time, so please take caution. The daggers are sharpened daily," he starts as soon as I'm near and I look up in confusion.

He's just gonna act like nothing happened?

A part of me I'm reluctant to acknowledge wilts in disappointment but then I remind myself that this is exactly what I want.

I want to go on as usual and to NOT be tempted to kiss those soft, full lips of his again or feel his huge hands grip at my waist, lifting me effortlessly and taking control...

'Koa. Stop. It. Now.'

It's fucking awkward. I mean, I don't know why I didn't foresee this, seeing as he had his tongue down my throat a few days ago, that being the last time we saw each other.

Nothing's been addressed.

Cyrus has tripped over his words and his own two feet more times than I can count, sneaking glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking.

Moon Goddess, he's acting like a sulky pup and I hate that I find it so adorable.

When we get about halfway through training, Cyrus stops in the middle of instructing me, sighing.

"Koa, can we talk about..."

"Talk about what?" I cut him off.

"Oh, talk about how nice the weather is? Yes, it is soo nice. I love when weather is just so nice, you know? Anyway, can you show me how to use this one again? I haven't gotten the hang of it?"

The abrupt change of subject and detraction from his attempt at a conversation does not go unnoticed but Cyrus doesn't push.

I feel stupid, having an outburst like that but I couldn't think of anything else in the moment.

My wolf whines in embarrassment, hiding his face under his paws.

At least he can hide... I can't.

I make it to the end of our session successfully avoiding any conversation that could lead back to our kiss, filling the intermittent silences with nonsensical blabber about Pack gossip Morgan's relayed to me or what new things Oliver's learning at school.

But I can't shake the heat of his gaze off of me.

'How long am I going to be able to avoid this?'

I get my answer when I'm closing up the weapons shed after having put the daggers back in their rightful places.

I'm thinking about how I probably didn't absorb a majority of the strategy he taught me when I feel a towering, warm presence at my back.

"Why did you kiss me?" his voice is low and husky, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine and I suck in a breath before I respond.

"I... I don't... it didn't mean anything, okay?"

No sooner have the words left my mouth is Cyrus flipping me around to face him, hands on my shoulders as he stares icily into my eyes.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not. Kisses just happen, sometimes. You... you don't have to read so much into it," I insist.

His expression darkens.

"Do you passionately kiss just anyone, then?"

My cheeks burn at the utter obvious nature of my lie and I shake off his grasp, stalking away to the hand-washing basins on the other side of the shed.

When I get there, though, his shadow soon overcomes my own and his arms are wrapping around me, caging me in as he sets both hands on the basins so I can't evade him again without making a fool of myself by ducking beneath his huge, long arms.

"Are we not remembering the same kiss?" his breath tickles my hear.

"Because the way you pressed those pretty lips of yours to mine... the way you moaned into it and pushed up against me... that, I'm afraid, was the definition of passion."

I don't think I can take any more of his sexy voice saying these kinds of things without turning into a pile of mush.

My face is probably so red I'd get a misdiagnosis of heatstroke from Juliet.

He's so close... close enough that I could let it happen again, let him kiss me and have the world around us disappear.

I'm this close to giving him everything... and I just can't.

"Y-You're wrong," I blurt out in one final attempt to deny him, my voice coming out in some kind of squeak and I'm absolutely mortified.

Alright... making a fool out of myself it is.

I duck under his arm and nearly fall flat on my face trying to get away.

'Oh, for fuck's sake.'

I do the only thing I can think of to get out of this now.

I channel my shift, letting my wolf break free with the cracking of bones and growth of fiery fur.

My paws hit the ground with an impactful thump and I wince, halting my fleeing.

I take a chance to check behind me, my heart beat rising when I see that he's shifted as well.

A huge, magnificent black wolf with blazing blue eyes stands only a few meters away, a predatory haunch in his shoulders as he surveys me.

If I feel small to Cyrus in our human forms, I feel miniature in our wolves.

He flexes his back legs and I realize what he's preparing for.

A chase and I've just become his prey.

My stomach tingles in excitement, apprehensive.

My wolf takes the lead, desiring to be chased, caught by our Alpha.

I take off with a run into the woods... it's exhilarating, galloping through the trees, knowing he's not far behind.

Knowing that I can't outrun him and if I'm ahead now, it's only because I got a head start.

I jump over a tall thicket with a small howl, to which my fast approaching mate responds with a deep growl.

It rattles my bones in the most pleasurable way possible and I lose my footing, the momentum of the jump sending me sprawling in the soft patch of grass behind the thicket.

I have no time to register anything before Cyrus's huge wolf is pouncing at me, a dark blur blocking out the sun before he's on me.

I yelp in surprise as we roll playfully on the grass... he lets me resist... allowing me the higher ground as we wrestle.

We're a tangle of limbs, pawing at each other and panting until eventually I'm under him again.

I note that he does not put his full weight on me, probably for fear of crushing me.

He's always so considerate, even when we're rough-housing like this.

Exhausted and panting, I can't help but shift back, my fur too warm for the exhilarated state I'm in right now.

He does the same and I watch as the dark wolf morphs into the man I'm helplessly attracted to in every way.

When his pale face, chiseled jaw and beautiful eyes emerge again, I can't help but swoon.

He's so God-damn handsome... and thoughtful... and sweet... and sexy as hell.

He's breathing hard, staring at me with an intensity that sets my whole body on fire in the best way.

We're both naked now and I don't dare to bring my eyes any lower than his neck.

He keeps his eyes on my face, ever the gentlemen.

"Do not run from me, little wolf," he says in a rasp.

[daddycest-hub]

Cordell came home to a sight he was getting more and more used to seeing. His wife on her hands and knees, moaning like a two-bit whore while his once-faithful dog, Y/N, rammed her from behind. Underneath her, 9 of her puppies scrambled for the milk leaking out of her saddlebag tits. They never stopped drinking so her breasts just kept pumping. It might be arousing if he still had any feelings left for her.

He used to be so proud of his wife, the mother of his children. Now, he knew she was just a bitch.

He walked past with barely a greeting, not that she would've responded.

He went into the kitchen to get a snack and looked out the window onto the ranch. In the shade of their shed, he saw Stella in a similar position to her mother. Although, for her, some of her puppies were under her tits and the rest of them were licking at her cunt. None of the boys would fuck them yet, not while Y/N was still the top dog. Cordell wondered how much longer it would be before the bigger pups decided to try and stake their claim.

He grabbed some crackers and sliced meat and headed back to his bedroom. Just his; he'd been kicked out of the master bedroom after the pups were born. Stella, Emily, and Y/N shared that bed now. He was in the guest room and most of the pups had taken to sleeping in Stella's old room. Thank goodness August was already off at college and couldn't see how far his beloved mother and sister had fallen.

Once he entered his room, he relaxed and smiled. "Hey there, girls. Daddy's home."

Emily and Stella had each given birth to 10 puppies- 9 boys and 1 girl each. The boys all loved their mothers, constantly vying for their milk and attention. But the girls.... The girls loved Cordell.

It had started small, with them just following him around the house. He'd found it annoying at first and didn't want anything to do with them, but he couldn't find it in himself to make them leave him alone. He'd become lonely after everything. So he let them follow him around, let them into his bed, let them lick his face and cuddle up to him at night. It felt good, having someone in the house that wanted him. He grew quite fond of them.

Then, one morning, he woke up- from a very confusing dream- to see that not only was he sporting a painful morning wood, but that his little girls were already set about making it better. He fisted the sheets in his hands, moaning and grunting while their long tongues licked up and down his shaft and around his balls. It was wrong and part of him knew he should stop it, but he couldn't. It had been months since he felt any affection from Emily and it felt good. So he let them. And when he came, they licked his seed up and he called them his good girls.

It became a routine, after that morning. They would wake him up like that and he'd kiss them for a job well done. He'd get them breakfast (meat or kibble; they'd long graduated from their mothers' tits), take them for a morning walk, go to work, then come home and give them a little snack before he made dinner.

"Here you go," he cooed, feeding them the slices of meat. "Were you good today? I bet you were."

The girls ate what he fed them, lapping up the attention and the meat. Then, one of them started nosing at the bulge in his work pants and whined.

"Awww, you want Daddy's meat, don't you? Want to lick Daddy's bone?" Who was he to say no to those eyes?

He undid his belt and zipper and pulled his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants and let them get to work. "Good girls," he murmured, petting them as they started in on his cock. "Daddy loves you so much.... You're so good to me...."

They yipped and eagerly lapped at his cock, like it was their favorite treat. While they licked, his hands slid from their heads, down their backs, and under their tails to rub ad their doggy cunts. They were too small for his cock, but he could still return the favor of their pleasure. One day, when they were bigger, he'd do it properly. Maybe even have some pups of his own one day.

He smirked at the thought. "Good girls.... My good girls...."

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for.  It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.  

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air.  No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank.  You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire.  The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.  

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little�� creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything.  Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek.  You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll.  It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all.  One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet.  No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes.  And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek.  They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from.  They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away.  Had they really hiked this far?  You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you.  You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster.  You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall.  Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth.  "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.  

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened.  All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment.  “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled.  "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you.  "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright?  Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation.  He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me?  We’re not gonna hurt you.  We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl.  “You’re criminals!  You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.  

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern.  “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do.  You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed.  “Oh, uh, sure.  Yeah, I was framed.  Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him.  “You don’t get to pick what you want.  But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest.  “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly.  “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him.  “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously.  “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop?  That's too bad,” Steve sighed.  “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all.  You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again.  Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this.  Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots.  He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded?  Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees.  You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.  

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop.  Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up.  “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans.  “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right?  I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways.  So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.  

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them.  The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat.  “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle.  “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length.  “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised.  Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him.  “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh?  By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you.  “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue.  You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped.  "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you.  You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds.  He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head.  Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head.  "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question.  "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle.  "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck.  "Wanna help me out here, dollface?  I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there.  He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned.  "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you?  Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm.  All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine.  You like being owned, I can feel it.  I can feel that this is exactly what you needed.  Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself?  That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy?  Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out.  Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve.  "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground.  "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion.  It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs.  “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were.  “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly.  “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip.  You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed.  “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress.  “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted.  Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that.  Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back.  You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better,  the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind.  You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.  

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear.  It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused.  There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that.  "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted.  "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.  

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered.  At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp.  The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.  

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily.  It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag.  "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke.  His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you.  “Close already, huh?  Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled.  “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you.  He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm.  More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I?  Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible.  You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her.  So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?" 

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you.  Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you.  “That’s better, isn’t it?  Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever.  "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time.  Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey.  Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you.  The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused.  And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs.  A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better.  “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you.  He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it.  Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside.  You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now.  And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it.  The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack.  Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene.  But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.  

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained.  “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed.  “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm?  Get some rest.  You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep.  A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.  

“Y’hear that, dollface?  All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire.  Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first.  “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers.  Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response.  He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you. 

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time.  He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day.  You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.  

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned.  “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless.  His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours.  "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out.  Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully.  You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed.  "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby?  That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface?  I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs.  The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.  

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now.  At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends.  Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh.  “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want?  You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?  

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close.  It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed.  “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too.  And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

//

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest.  And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin.  Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear.  “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”  

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about.  But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip.  You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder.  “Gettin’ wet, honey?  Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half.  It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in.  You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected.  It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy.  It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.   

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone.  “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick?  Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?” 

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans.  "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear.  "You like gettin' fucked?  Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed.  "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart?  We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least.  You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided.  "It's perfect, isn't it?  'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh.  "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.  

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you.  One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh?  He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible.  I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed.  You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear.  "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach?  Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore.  Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh?  Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily.  When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense.  The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise.  Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear.  “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice.  “We’ll head out in the morning, alright?  Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach?  A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

//

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing.  At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways.  At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come.  You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach?  Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex.  Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.  

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed.  “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears.  “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you.  “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands.  His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained.  “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much.  Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently.  “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly.  You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals.  They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?  

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get.  You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been.  Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair.  Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face.  “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you.  For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt.  Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh.  You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back.  Each day you mourned it in a different way.  At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back.  You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve.  Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners.  And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore.  You had no reason to run, no motive for escape.  They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught.  And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity.  Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio.  Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday.  Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on.  Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

#dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!stucky noncon #dark!stucky smut #dark!stucky au

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❝mutual❞: part two

summary ─ bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

pairing ─ neighbor!bucky barnes x reader [thor odinson x reader]

warnings ─ smut, +18, voyeurism at its damn best, bucky is being a little bit stalker, masturbation, oral sex, riding, sex with heels on, ejaculating on someone’s face, dirty talk, 

a/n ─ i know i’m supposed to be writing those 8′s but this one has been in the works for a while now, i had the idea i mean. i have been re-reading some the things i wrote for kinktober and came across to this one and went,,,, “why tf not”. as a result, you have this now :D there might be a part three, have couple things in mind for that one too but haven’t written anything yet. anyway, hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! <333

p.s.: THIS STORY MIGHT INCLUDE DARK THEMES. please read it with caution.

read mutual here

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak in, but that was exactly what he did.

It was late in the evening. You were out with your friends; you weren’t going to be home for at least another two hours, Bucky knew that by heart by now. After you came home from work and got ready for your night out hastily, you left your window ─yes, that window─ open and Bucky had been watching your curtains move gently for some time now. He wanted to know more about you, wanted to know a bit more personal things; your open window was calling to him softly.

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

He looked around after slipping under the half-open window. He had seen your bedroom multiple times when you left your curtains open. The walls were a soft peachy color with posters of various bands on it. Your bed was right in front of the window; it was a classic one with gold colored metal headboard, a queen sized bed placed onto it and covered it with simple, white bedding. You had a lot of pillows, Bucky noticed, and a couple of stuffed animals adorning your dresser. He smiled.

Feet padding in the room quietly, Bucky walked inside of the apartment. Your living room was nicely decorated and had cozy vibes. Also white living room set had matched with light wood kitchen table and chair set; a soft, cream colored carpet was stroking Bucky’s sock-clad feet. You also had very thick knitted blanket on your largest couch. Bucky could so easily imagine you sitting on that couch, under that warm and soft looking blanket and dozing on and off while watching a movie.

Maybe he would be in the picture one day. Maybe he would be there to play with your hair, have you cuddle against him while both of you were under the blanket.

“One day,” he whispered to himself as he made his way towards the room with a closed door. He opened it slowly. It was mostly a library, but you must have been using it as an office, too. You had two huge bookshelves that were embedded into the both sides of the wall and a large desk in between with a very nice reading armchair. You had several plants in the room, too, and that made Bucky smile one more time.

As he made his way back to your bedroom, Bucky heard a soft ‘meow’ and realized that there was an orange, chunky cat.

“Oh,” he chuckled, surprised. “Hello there, sweetie.” Kneeling, Bucky extended his hand to the cat to smell it and then scratched her chin. The cat let out a playful ‘mrr’ sound and rolled onto her back, showing her belly to Bucky, asking him to rub it. Laughing happily, Bucky rubbed her belly, sometimes giving a couple scratches to under her chin and between her ears. “You’re one beautiful and cute fat cat,” he murmured lovingly. The cat mrr-ed at him, making him chuckle once again.

He petted her for a couple more minutes, getting the cat purr and meow at him. Then, he stood where he was crouched down and made his way back to your bedroom. Bucky lay on your bed. It was soft and your duvet was thick; it felt like someone was hugging him. He hummed, satisfied. Just as he was imagining how it would be laying on this bed with you, naked, he heard the key jiggling and door opening with a force. Bucky quickly got off the bed and, knowing that he couldn’t make it on time, he hid into your closet.

You marched in with a huge blond on tow.

Your coat was off, and you were taking off your dress as the guy devoured you with his lips. He was also shedding his own clothes; ditching his jacket on the ground, taking his shirt off when you pulled back for a brief oxygen break… Then, it was your fingers reaching for his belt, pulling it off and letting it fall on the ground with a loud ‘thunk’.

“You’re magnificent, my God,” the guy rumbled with a hoarse voice. Bucky watched you shudder and looking up at him with lust swimming in your eyes. The guy grabbed you by your waist and threw you on the bed, causing you to gasp and bounce on the soft duvet a couple times. Bucky’s breathing was getting quicker as he watched you.

“Oh, fuck, Thor─” You moaned, but Thor cut it off by planting his lips onto yours. His hips were cradled by your beautiful legs, he rolled them against you. You whimpered into his mouth.

Bucky exhaled through his nose, refusing to press his palm against his bulge for some friction and maybe some relief. Seeing you naked except your heels right in front of him, onto the bed he was just laying on, and hearing your moans up close… Bucky was in a dream where you were torturing him so sweetly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Thor whispered. “Mm, you can get louder, can you not?” He rolled his hips against your wet core and you moaned loudly, just like wanted you to. Thor smirked while Bucky whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yes, you can,” he mumbled and kissed the valley between your breasts.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a second. The situation he was in was bad enough; he really did not need a boner to go with it, but he could see the tent his bulge was creating in his sweats. He cursed himself, as silent as he could be, and opened his eyes.

The scene before him almost made him moan loudly.

Thor was on his by the edge of your bed; his blond hair covered head was buried between your legs and Bucky could tell by the way you fucking scream and moan that he was going to town on your pussy.

Oh, how much Bucky wished to be this Thor guy…

“Oh! Thor! Thor, fuck─” You threw your head back and fisted the sheets. Your eyes were closed and your face was covered with this blissful look. Bucky swallowed a whine. Hearing Thor slurping, his eyes moved to him. Thor pulled back to play with you with his fingers, giving Bucky a sight of your dripping core.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself and pulled his sweats down to his thighs. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if he were to caught, but he was so having this little thing for himself and his selfish wishes.

You choked on a moan when Thor slipped two of his thick fingers into your wet pussy. “You’re so wet, little one,” he rumbled a groan out. “So tight, too. I can tell that you’re going to feel amazing, bouncing on my cock.”

“Yes! I want that!” You whimpered. Thor’s thick fingers were moving inside of you smoothly, stimulating your already wet core even more. “Please, fuck, Thor, please!” Thor shushed you sweetly by rubbing your thighs and peppering kisses on the available skin in front of him. He took his jeans off.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky gasped silently as he saw Thor’s cock. He heard a similar sound coming from you, too.

Thor was hung like a fucking horse. He was long and thick, and holy shit, he was mouthwatering.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Biting your lip as you whimper, you widened the stance of your legs; your eyes focused on Thor’s cock. Thor chuckled darkly. He located his pants and pulled his wallet out, fishing a condom from it.

“You want to ride it, little one? Or you want me to take over?” Thor asked sweetly. Bucky knew that he was about to fuck your brains out of the open window. You whined as you tried to decide. Both options sounded great and it was hard to decide; Bucky knew the feeling.

“Ride you,” you breathed. “Headboard, please.” Thor smiled and leaned in to steal a kiss. You gave him that, preening under the feeling of his huge body covering yours.

Then, Thor rolled over and leaned against the metal headboard like you requested. You quickly climbed on his lap, settling on his groin. Both of you moaned when your bare sexes touched each other while Bucky squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from coming before the real show started. You rose to your knees, grabbed Thor’s cock and lined it up.

“Shit,” Bucky breathed. He never wanted to be someone else as badly as he wanted at that moment. “Fuck.” His hands were trembling as he held his own cock and balls, squeezing them as tight as he could; almost mimicking how you might feel around him.

You slowly sank down on the huge cock that was splitting you open. Thor groaned deep in his chest while you whimpered. You were going slow, being careful, and Bucky was losing his damn mind as his eyes focused on the way of Thor’s cock getting swallowed by your wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Thor, you feel so good,” you moaned. Thor just hummed. His large hands were holding your hips; sometimes they would move down to your thighs or sometimes they would squeeze your breasts. Right now, there were on your hips and holding you tight and close to him as you panted through the feeling of his cock inside of you.

Bucky moved his hand on his member, feeling the veins bulging and tender flesh throbbing in his palm. The sight he had a chance to see was so perfect, Bucky knew that no can kind porn could compete with it.

After a minute of cooling down and adjusting on your part, you started to move. Whenever your wet pussy moved onto Thor’s thick cock, a wet sound echoed in the room. Your already sweat-slicked skin was also making an obscene sound; driving you insane and encouraging you to ride Thor faster.  

“You’re so good,” Thor groaned. “Taking me so well, mmm.” One of his hands found your breast and he squeezed the soft flesh. His fingers were playing with your nipple when you felt him thrusting up like he just couldn’t hold himself back.

“Yeah,” you moaned when he thrusted up again. “Yeah, yeah, do it!” Gripping the headboard tightly, you felt Thor bending his knees and placing his hand on your breast back on your hips. You bounced up and down for a couple more times before Thor took over.

Every single of his thrusts were lighting up some place in your body, making you see starts and fireworks in front of your eyes and causing your thighs to tremble. His cock head was repeatedly hitting or grazing over your sweet spot. The only way you were able to thank him was to scream his name while he played your body like an instrument.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck─” Bucky whispered to himself as his hand flied over his cock, jacking it in a light speed. He could see how Thor drove his cock into you with every thrust, could hear the sounds your wet pussy always let out, and fuck him, you sounded so fucking good. Letting out a ragged breath, Bucky slowed down. As much as he’d love to jack himself fast and reach his orgasm quickly, it made too much noise.

“Mmhhm, Thor, there!” Your whimper cut through the haze of Bucky’s mind, pulling him back to the scene before him. Your screams and moans and whimper got louder as Thor himself started to grunt more and more. Bucky could see them getting close to their own edge; their sweat-slicked bodies were glowing under the soft light of the street, their breaths were coming out harsher and their movements have become desperate.

For a while, it was only harsh breaths and skin slapping skin sounds mixing each other; moans and grunts were echoing in the room, Bucky thought he could taste the sex in the air if he tried.

“Where do you want me to come, little one?” Thor asked you, his voice was rough, a roar under it made you shiver. “Hm? On your face? On your ass? In your cunt?”

“Oh, shit,” whispered Bucky as he felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk wildly in his palm.

Whimpering, you held onto the headboard tighter. “On my face. Mm, please, come on my face,” you moaned. Thor grunted. His thrusts picked the pace like it was fucking possible and soon, you were gasping your release. Bucky gasped, too, cursing himself at the same time, he came on his hand. Your bliss covered face had imprinted on his mind now, and he knew he would be pulling that look out whenever he was going to jerk off.

Growling, Thor threw you off of him and laid you on your back, almost ripping the condom off his cock. His large hand flied over the hard flesh. Bucky could see how red the man’s neck and chest were, how the veins on his arms were bulging and how his cock was jerking in his hand; almost purple with how close he was to his orgasm.

You spread your legs, arching your back; you opened your moaned and stuck your tongue out, practically begging him to come on your face. Thor roared, and his cock started to spurt thick, white roped right onto your face.

Bucky watched his come land on your eyelashes, your lips and some in your mouth. Bucky whined very silently. His spent cock was twitching weakly, knowing that if it could, it would get hard again at the sight of your face covered in come, but he wasn’t young anymore.

“That’s a good little girl,” Thor rasped. His thumb collecting the come on your face, he pushed them into your mouth. You closed your mouth around his thumb when he did it, sucking it clean and humming appreciatively through it. “Fuck, little one, you’re so amazing,” Thor whispered. You laughed breathily. Bucky could see you shying away now that the scene was over.

“Glad you like it,” you murmured, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Thor smiled. His hands were quick to place themselves onto your thighs, he pulled you closer to his chest.

“Can we shower together?” He asked. “I have to go back after that, but I would love to reunite for something like this again.” You hummed as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Sure, bathroom is there,” you said, pointing the door right next to where Bucky was hiding. “Also, yeah, please. I would love to reunite some time, too.” Thor smiled toothily at you and got off the bed with you in his arms, wrapped around his huge body like a koala.

“Alright,” Thor said and walked into the bathroom. “You start the water, I’ll be right back.” Agreeing silently, Bucky heard you starting the water and taking off your heels, having heard the soft clinking sound they made when you threw them on the tiled floor. Thor walked into his sight again. He was gloriously naked, and it seemed like he didn’t care about the open window or the curtain. Bucky’s steel blue eyes watched him grabbing his phone and tapping onto it, only to leave it on the bedside drawer. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he stood in front of your closet, where Bucky was hiding still.

“Hope you enjoy the show, mate,” Thor said to Bucky and winked, smiling yet again. Freezing on his spot, Bucky vaguely heard him joining you in the bathroom; the door was closed silently behind him. His heart in his mouth, Bucky quietly got out of your closet, wiping his hand on his sweats, he quickly jumped back in his apartment.

Thor knew he was there, watching them.

Thor knew he was there.

“God, fuck me,” Bucky whispered.

Fuck him for finding it hot and getting turned on by that.

Fuck him for wanting you to be his, wanting you to be to get you to moan, whimper and scream the way Thor did.

Oh, fuck him for knowing that he was going to make you his sooner or later.

He was going to make you his and his only, and the day he was going to that was right around the corner.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #neighbor!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #kinktober 2020 #thor odison x reader #thor odinson smut #thor smut #thor imagines #thor odinson imagines

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Hello omg I love your recent smut with draco! If ever, could you perhaps continue their escapade in the dining room? With impreg/breeding kink (if ur comfortable!!) thankieee 💜

part two of this smut

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, breeding kink 

word count: 2.0k

a/n: i would give up a lot of things in life to give draco malfoy some kids... sorry not sorry but i’d be the perfect little housewife for him. oops. 

Christmas Day had come and gone in the Malfoy Manor and you and Draco were simply just letting the days roll forward until you had to return to Hogwarts after the New Year. The two of you had exchanged a slew of gifts, a few of the highlights from him being a newly bound set of your favorite book series, multiple new sets of lingerie that you had to open away from his parents, and a stunning set of jewelry covered with emeralds. Everything was insanely expensive, but he swore up and down that money meant nothing when it came to you therefore he would spoil you to his heart's content. 

Currently, dinner with the Malfoy’s was just finishing up and Narcissa and Lucius were off to do whatever they did in the evenings, leaving you and Draco by yourselves in their big house once more. 

You made to leave the grand dining room shortly after they had, but Draco swiftly blocked your exit from the door. He stuck his head out quickly, checking that the coast was clear, before locking the doors and casting a silent Muffliato around the room. 

“What are you doing?” You asked rather indignantly, clearly not remembering the conversation you both had had previously. 

“You know what I’m doing,” he said menacingly, slowly backing you up until your ass was hitting the grand oak table. “I told you I was going to take you in every room in house starting with the dining room, and here we are,” he explained carefully, as if you were too stupid to understand, while he hand crawled up your leg and into your dress. 

You swallowed harshly and agreed to the plans with a quick nod. Not that you really had anything to agree to, he had already decided. 

Soon enough his lips were on your neck and his hand was at the hem of the lace underwear you concealed beneath your dress, part of one of the new lingerie sets he had gotten you. You would never admit that you were anticipating sex by wearing a set, but he would know the second he ripped your dress off. 

“One day I’ll have you in every single room in this house,” he mused, his lips against your neck, the heat of his breath making a shiver run down your spine. “You like the thought of that?” He asked, a smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling when he pulled away to look at you. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, a brush crawling up your cheeks at all the obscene images running through your head. 

He made a noise of agreement and began hiking your dress up until it was shed from your body and on the floor beside his feet. “Lay back for me,” he instructed, pulling a chair over to where you were and promptly sitting down. 

Oh. He was going to have the best damn meal of his life if the look in his eyes had anything to say. 

You did as he told you, splaying yourself out before him on the dark wood, arching your back just enough so he could see the pretty way your breasts sat in the bra he had picked for you. 

Silently, he stripped you of the thin lace and exposed you fully to him. When he saw how wet you were, his eyes shot to you for a moment and the usual icy color was replaced with a stormy grey so dark it was intimidating. 

He didn’t waste time in bringing his mouth down to you, immediately sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around the nerves, shooting a rush of pleasure through you that forced you to curl your toes.

“Be as loud as you want for me. No one can hear you but me,” he assured you, knowing how nervous it made you to do these things in his house despite the thrill it gave you both. 

But you trusted him, so you let all of the noises you couldn’t control out into the room, so loud you swore you saw the chandelier vibrate. He was so naturally gifted at this that it took almost no time at all for your core to tighten around his tongue that was fucking you generously. You could feel your own wetness and his spit trailing down your skin and onto the table beneath, knowing that the puddle would only grow once he was inside of you. 

“Cum on my tongue. Now,” he practically growled out, desperate to taste you, proved by the way his tongue almost went into overdrive. You weren’t sure how he made it move like that, but you were so thankful for it. 

His tongue was hitting all of the right places while a finger lightly trailed around your clit, causing your back to arch off the table and hips to grind further into his mouth. You came with a shout, gripping his platinum hair and dragging him as far in as you could, practically suffocating him. He brought you down gracefully from your orgasm, his tongue never quitting until he was pulling away from you and standing up. 

“You don’t even understand how good you look right now,” he said lowly, looming over you now that he had kicked the chair out of the way and was at his full height in front of you. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you joked back, taking in his all black suit that he had already peeled the jacket off of. He looked too fucking good for your own sanity.

He looked like he had some wise retort back, but he reluctantly swollen it when he reached down for his belt, pulling it out of his belt loops in one go. It made your core clench around nothing and you knew he could see the way you were dripping down onto the table just from that. 

“Look at you. You knew you were getting fucked tonight didn’t you? Wearing all this for me and being this fucking wet?” He asked, bending down over you while using one hand to undo the button on his dress pants. 

“Didn’t plan anything,” you argued, your lips trailing from his neck to his perfect jawline. 

“Is that right? You didn’t want to get fucked on my dining room table? Didn’t want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked, his erect cock now fully out and clearly throbbing, aching for you just as much as you were aching for him. 

You didn’t say anything, just moved your body until you were at the edge of the table and spread your legs seductively slow, your eyes never leaving his.  

“You’re my perfect little whore, you know that?” He groaned before lining up his cock with your core and thrusting inside. You were so wet it was almost easy to take him, but the stretch still forced you to cling to his arms for dear life, a groan of your own leaving your lips. 

“Tell me what you are,” he said aggressively, pounding into you furiously. His grip on your hips was so harsh you knew there would be bruises left over for you to marvel at in the morning. 

“You’re little whore,” you whimpered, your head thrown back against the hard wood as your body was rocked back and forth. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his forehead pressed tightly against your with a leg of your thrown over his shoulder now. The angle was perfect, the friction delicious and he was inside of you so deep you could feel him in your stomach. “One day we’ll own this house and I’ll fuck you everywhere until you’re so full of my cum you’re a leaking mess. So full until you’re carrying my fucking child.” 

It shocked you at first, that he was thinking so far into the future in the midst of this moment, but you quickly brushed it off because the images he had conjured up in your head sent a rush of pleasure through you. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He asked, growing slightly breathless as his thrusts never once faltered, but he kept going. “You want me to fill you up so much and so fucking deep that you give me a child? I’ll do it over and over again until we have a whole fucking Quidditch team worth of kids. You’re going to be so fucking perfect,” he rambled, loving nothing more than to run his mouth during sex. The only excuse he had for it was that it got you off too, but you knew he just liked to hear his own voice. 

“Please, Draco. Want that. Cum in me, please,” you whined back through a moan, gripping his arms and attaching your lips to his. 

He took over the kiss easily, you were too lost in pleasure to fight for control, and his tongue danced with you. You could still taste yourself on him, making you groan, but he pulled away. 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded and you did so without questions. What you didn’t expect for him to do was spit in your mouth but that’s exactly what he did. His spit moved down your tongue and to the back of your throat and he watched you intently as you swallowed it all down, the taste of yourself lingering behind. “My perfect girl,” he said more softly, his fingers finding a home in your hair. 

“I’m close,” you admitted, blushing furiously because you knew he’d know it was all the spitting and the talking that had gotten you there. 

“Cum on my cock and I’ll give you what you want,” he told you, one of his hands coming down on your clit and giving you no choice but to do exactly what he wanted. 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, you core so tight around his cock that you knew it was a vice. Your vision went white as you exploded around him, your walls milking his cock with every final thrust he gave you. 

He came with a groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he held you impossibly close to his body, his hips slowing to a gentle roll as he emptied himself inside of you. 

You both slowly came down from you high and you were so thankful you were laying down because you could tell he just wanted to collapse. He held himself upright though, his forearms surrounding your head and breathing deeply into your skin. You were both covered in a fine layer of swear, you back sticking to the wood and your skin was basically one with his at this point. 

Once he managed the strength, he peeled away from you and pulled out, quickly casting a Scourgify charm over the both of you in an effort to leave no traces behind. He left gentle kisses over the skin of your shoulder until he was ready to stand up and when he did he looked down at you as if you were some sort of goddess. You were in his eyes, you supposed. 

“That was better than I’ve ever imagined it to be,” he said softly, hands trailing over your body. 

“You’ve imagined this?” You asked, still a little out of breath, but you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve pictured fucking you all over this house with a hand on myself more times than I’d care to admit,” he chuckled, reaching for your lace underwear and slowly dragging the fabric back up your legs. 

“Oh right, ‘when we own this house’,” you mocked him gently, nudging him gently with your foot. 

He turned the cutest shade of pink and decidedly avoided your eyes. “Didn’t think you caught that,” he admitted quietly. 

“It was cute. I quite like the thought, actually,” you confessed boldly. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes finally meeting yours with a small smile playing on his face. When all you did was nod back with a giggle, he scooped you up carefully and began carrying you back through the doors. “Well then let’s go pick another place in our future home, shall we?” 

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