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aprosin · 3 months

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There's something about Wally. (Short Story)

this idea from waking up and just slowly brain rots in my head. a short story/a recreation of a video with the AU Yandere! Wally (Link below the story!) anyways, enjoy this story

(Y/N IS NON-BINARY SO THEY/THEM) TW// DE@TH AND BL0OD TOWARDS THE END!

The stormy night was poured down at [Y/N]'s place. They were snoring loudly, in their bedroom, mumbling out some words. "…apple pies…", they murmur loudly. The snore continues when a couple of noises can be heard. None of them didn't woke up [Y/N] until a *BANG* did. They luge up from their bed, trying to understand what happened downstairs. "Huh?! whA…? Who’s there?", they finally say. But, their bedroom door was mysteriously wide open. A light, glossy around downstairs, caught [Y/N]'s eyes attention. They began to walk downstairs, visibly irritated about who trying to prank [Y/N] in their house. "Barndy, I swear to Home. If you are pranking me, I’m gonna…", they say while looking surprised at the cause of the mysterious light. A candle, dimly lit on top of a dinner table. Plates settled almost a dinner date. "…gonna…", they were lost for words at this scene. Look confused before a voice uttered. "Gonna what?" [Y/N]'s face for a second turn into suspicion. Turn their head around to find the cause of the voice. "Who…?" They look at the corner of the room. A figure was standing there while speaking out. "Why it’s me, silly neighbor..." The voice spoke before walking into the light area. Having the tone shift into a satisfied one. "Your dream puppet!", revealing it was Wally. "WALLY???" They were stunned at him. "It can’t be!" Wally began to walk toward [Y/N] and continued to speak in a delighted tone. "Oh, but it is my precious neighbor. Before I was a dead apple seed but your love has transformed me into a stunning apple tree!" [Y/N] looks distressed and examines Wally's outfit. Having a couple of rips and holes. The once-colorful outfit shifts into a monotone of washout color. The face of a beloved person turns into an absurd deranged one. "Holy apples, Wally... What have you done to yourself?" [Y/N] say, have their tone into concern about their friend. "Done? Why I’ve done what you wanted. I’ve become what you want." Wally expressed while holding out his hand. "What you desire." [Y/N]'s face was frightened as they heard Wally's words. "What I desire? Like a make friends?" They spoke in a reasonable tone before it clicked. "Wait, you did this for me?" Wally began to laugh softly before shifting into multiple laughter. "You're so funny my darlin’. Of course, it’s for you! Everything is for you." Wally's face started to shift into a dreadful satisfying one. "You’re the air I breathe and now you can love me too. It hurt so much and took everything I had, but I’m better now." Wally began to hold out his arms for [Y/N], darting at their eyes, his voice began to rise up. "I’m perfect... Your perfect puppet!" [Y/N] quickly moves backward from Wally. Hold their hands to cover their mouth from feeling nauseous. "I feel sick. I never wanted this!" [Y/N] spoke out at Wally. "You look, you look crazy Wally!" Wally's smile made a bizarre grin, and exclamation out. "CRAZY?!" He began to laugh out in outlandish, abnormal at [Y/N]. They felt so uneasy, concerned about Wally.

"No no no!" Wally holds his head while grieving out "I’m better now!" Wally began to kneel down, his hands were on his sidearm, and tears were forming in his eyes.

"I’m a butterfly..." Wally's voice began to crack, sound he was about to cry. "I’m finally beautiful..." He began to breathe harshly, stating to [Y/N]. "You need to love me now!" [Y/N] trying to speak in calm down, walks toward him. "Wally, you need help. Let me…" "YOU NEED TO LOVE ME NOW!" Wally hollers and grasps [Y/N]'s wrist. You can hear a couple of bones break from the unexpected impact. "AH! Get Off me!" [Y/N] cried out. They tried to escape Wally's grasp, trying to reason with him. "Wally please…" "STOP FIGHTING ME! IT’S ALL FOR YOU [Y/N]" Wally's outrage burst out while tearing out fully. "I HAVE BEEN TWISTED AND HURT AND MY HEART WOULD HAVE BROKEN BY ME" He yelled out, putting pressure onto [Y/N]'s wrist. Create less of the bones shattered out and more [Y/N]'s wrist to bleed out. "BUT IT WAS ALL SO WE COULD BE TOGETHER!" [Y/N] finally screamed out "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Wally's face turns into sorrow when [Y/N] yells at him and lets go of [Y/N]'s wrist. [Y/N]'s face having tears come out from the pain. They use their other hand to put pressure on their wrist to keep seeping more on the floor. "You’re… you’re a fricken monster Wally!", [Y/N] spat out at Wally's direction. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Don’t say that! Please, my dear…" Wally expresses in a gentle tone before reaching his hand out for [Y/N] "I’m not your dear!" [Y/N] shriek at him. They began to stroll cautiously away from Wally. "I really liked you, Wally. I could have even loved you, but now, I don’t want anything to do with you." Wally's heart was almost to be heartbroken by [Y/N]'s extreme words.

"Get this through your twisted head," [Y/N] turns his head towards Wally, enrage on their face. "You and me are NEVER EVER going to be together." ------------------------------------------

Wally falls down onto his knees. As the world turns into black and white in front of him. The words "Never be together' echo around him. "Never be togeth…. But I… i’ve done everything…" He spoke in grief, despair tone. Witnessing [Y/N] walking away in a slow-mo, breathing rapidly. "I’ve tried…" As [Y/N] began to walk away from Wally's broken heart, into a doorway. He began to cry out to them, "NO DON’T LEAVE! YOU CAN’T GO!"

Wally's body started to tremble uncontrollably. His fingers turn into sharp, uncanny. Having his hands fade into a black color. "You need to…" Eventually, Wally's pupils turn into a heart shape, and smile out with a disheveled look. "STAY WITH YOUR DREAM PUPPET!!!" He roars out at [Y/N] He ran towards [Y/N], quickly jumped on top of them, and started to beat them in the chest. "STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAYYYYYYYYY!!!" Wally repeated out at [Y/N]. Hearing them gasping out for air, as blood flew out of [Y/N]'s body. Blood splatter around both of them. Onto the wall, the floorboard, and Wally's bare hands. *BOOOommm...* as the nearby lighting hitted [Y/N]'s place. Their arm thudded into the floor as Wally panted out with sniffed out.

Wally spoke out in a trembling voice, "You’re always running away from my heart, so fast, so fast... and now you stay with ME!" He finally got off of [Y/N] dead body. Wally's vision was buried by the adrenaline rush, sniffled out. As Wally's body slowly turns back to normal. He glances down to see the mess he created. He gasped in dread, and his heart sank down. "[Y-Y/N]?" He began to shake [Y/N] body to see if there was a chance they were alive. "Please wake up..."

"Oh no no no no", Wally's tone was in fright by his own actions. He grabbed [Y/N]'s body to hug him, crying out for the dead neighbor. "What did I do?"

Wally begins to weep, cradling [Y/N]'s body in his arms. "I just wanted you to love me, my dear..." "I never meant to… to… kill you..."

This is what I imagine if Yandere Wally attacked or maybe killed someone

Credits AU Yandere Wally -> @qep0ermint Video/Script (Via captions) -> There's Something About Amy (Part 2): Mashed

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thank you for reading !

ps: dont sue me for making your eyes cry

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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Trivia Night

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just a little drabble based on a dream I had. Blame it on @tomsrebeleyebrow she encourages the insanity. Such a bad influence, honestly *shakes head dissaprovingly* 😂💖

It was loud inside the pub, and your table was probably the loudest of all. Trivia was almost over and you knew your team at the very least had to be coming pretty fucking close to winning. The price wasn't much, just the tab, and that sum of money meant nothing to the people sitting with you, but the boys were very competitive. And to tell the truth, so where you after a couple of pints… and you had definitely had way more than that.

It was the very first trivia night you had been invited to, and to be honest you had been a little nervous to meet with all of Harrison's closest friends at once. It had been unnecessary, since they had all been kind and welcoming, but you knew that if you helped them finally win first place, they were going to love you forever. And your boyfriend's mates approval meant a lot to you. For once in your life, the tons of useless knowledge and obscure sci-fi references you possessed might be able to actually help your love life. It was unheard of and it made you very excited.

"Ok, so last question" Sam read, voice slightly slurred, "'This fictional intelligence agency features heavily on the Marvel cinematic universe. What does its acronym stand for: a, Special Headquarters Investigating Enhanced Logistic Department; b, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division; or c, Strategic Headquarters Investigating the Enforcement of Logistics Division?"

You watched Tom's alcohol reddened face drain of all it's color as everyone in your table looked expectantly at him. He cursed,

"I can't- I can't remember" He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I never… I always… I can never remember this!"

"Come on, mate, are you serious?"

"You're joking. Please tell me you're messing with us!" Harry implored his older brother. Tom shrugged apologetically.

"I'm sorry!"

A hail of paper balls rained down over his head, as both twins and your boyfriend threw their dirty napkins at him.

"You bloody twat! You're embarrassing us in front of the lady! If you make us look like losers tonight I swear-"

Your decidedly unladylike snort drew everyone's attention to you.

"Pluh-ase, I already know you guys are a bunch of losers! Get out of the way, and let 'the lady' show you how it's done…"

You took the sheet from Sam's hands and confidently marked the right answer before returning it.

"Are you absolutely sure?" He inquired, somehow skeptical.

You rolled your eyes,

"Dude, of course I'm sure. It's like, nerd 101, S.H.I.E.L.D means Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Honestly," You added, pinning Tom with a look, "you are a disgrace to all nerd kind"

A chorus of "oooh" resonated through the table. The boys had been teasing each other all night, but it was the first time you had dared to, and they seemed pleasantly impressed. The teasing and laughing continued as a waitress picked up the quiz answer sheets from the tables, and you arched a brow at the shamelessly flirty smile she gave Harrison.

"Incredible" Tom complained loudly, "Five blockbuster superhero movies. Five. And I am still invisible next to this guy!" He poked your boyfriend in the ribs.

"Huh?"

"He means the waitress, babe" You explained your clueless boyfriend, "She was making eyes at you. You really didn't notice?"

He shook his head,

"I was too busy looking at the prettiest girl in the bar" He said, eyes never leaving yours.

"Aweeeee" Three ironic voices intoned.

"Don't listen to them," You leaned in to capture Harrison's lips with yours, "You are so getting laid tonight"

You heard someone choke on his beer, as Sam's voice commented,

"Ok, now I feel sorry for us…"

You broke the kiss, laughing.

"Then behave yourselves, and I might introduce you to some of my friends"

"Oh, no, don't do that, love!" Haz argued, "they are your friends! Why would you do such a thing to them?"

"Oi!"

"Fuck you, Osterfield!"

"Hush, no, you two! They're about to announce the winner!"

The racket inside the bar died down, as the little crowd patrons turn their eyes, expectantly, to the leader of the three people trivia committee. The music was turned down as he bellowed,

"Ladies and gents and non binary mates, it is my pleasure to annunciate tonight's Trivia winner" He unfolded a piece of paper, pausing for dramatic effect as some people produced drum rolls by beating the top of the tables with their pens, "Table number eight, "The Mary Janes"!"

"YES!!"

"HELL, YEAH, I KNEW IT! I BLOODY KNEW IT!!"

You gaped in confusion how your table mates jumped from their seats and yelled triumphantly. Tom pulled you up for a hug.

"Wait, what? Your team is called 'The Mary Janes'?" You scream in his ear to be heard above the ruckus

Tom shrugged as he released you,

"Zendaya named us, and who are we to argue?"

That was a valid point, but you didn't have much time to ponder it, as Haz tugged on your arm with enough force to turn you around and crash you into his chest.

"We never won first place before," He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, his free hand coming to rest palm open against the side of your neck, thumb softly caressing your jaw, "this is all thanks to you"

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours again, and he was dipping you low, in a kiss worthy of any classic Hollywood movie, for all the pub to see. You could hear cheers and whistles, but it was hard to feel self conscious with his tongue borrowing its way between your teeth, claiming your mouth like his very own personal prize.

When he finally released you, your head was swimming.

"Awe, come on! I want a celebration kiss too!" Tom's cheeky voice complained, a little closer than you were expecting, his alcohol smelling breath hot against your ear.

It sobered you up like a cold water bucket. He was clearly drunk, and you had long ago learned he was just a natural flirt and didn't mean anything by it. But Harrison was a little bit of the possessive kind. Even the twins stopped clapping, sensing the sudden tension.

Haz took a step towards his friend, placing his body between you and Tom. The whole pub seemed to freeze, anticipating your boyfriend's reaction.

Haz met your eye over his shoulder, throwing a wink in your direction.

"Wha-"

Before Tom could react, two big hands were on either side of his face, holding him in place… as Harrison planted the sloppiest, loudest, most ridiculous kiss right on his horrorized best friend's mouth.

A beat passed, then two, until twin barks of laughter broke you out of your stupor, and you doubled over, cracking up as the entire pub went wild.

"How is that for a celebration kiss?"

Tom didn't answer, instead choosing to take his glass from the table and down the rest of his beer in one gulp, soon as your boyfriend let go of him, of course.

"Oh, come on now! Don't act as if that wasn't the best snog of your life!"

Tom turned his big, traumatized stare on you,

"That's the worst part: I think you might be right!"

Another fit of laughter cracked through your body, tears streaming down your cheeks, completely out of control. God, how you loved these silly London boys!

The end.

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toxicpoisonedyouth · 3 years

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Trans-Feminism

i wrote this thing for class about trans-feminism and it ended up being me projecting my issues as a non-binary person. and my celebrity crushes Leslie Bibb and Sam Rockwell.

First person POV; non-binary parent talking with their biological child they share with their partners, Sam and Leslie. ‘Nopa’ is a non-binary term for parent and used regualry in this story, as well as the basic ‘dada’ and ‘mommy’.

“Nopa?” my six-year-old daughter, Clara, asks me. I’m sitting on the couch, reading my newest book my partner, Sam, bought me.

While he was filming his most recent movie, he explored the city he was in--London, at the time--and peeked into a small bookshop. There, he found a book on trans feminism for me, healing crystals for our other partner, Leslie, and a new coloring book for Clara.

I’m only a few chapters in, but I’m loving the book already. Clara had been entertaining herself with episodes of Blue’s Clues, but now was ready to bug me with her endless questions. She crawls up on the couch and plops herself down next to me, holding her stuffed Scooby-Doo doll to her chest as she looks over my shoulder. “Whatcha readin’, Nopa?”

“A book dada got me,” I reply, bookmarking my place and showing her the cover. Her little hand smooths over the hardback cover and she giggles at the feel of the embossment on her fingers. “It’s about feminism.”

“Mommy told me about that,” Clara says, clever and bright for her young age. She gets that from Leslie and I, I’m sure. “She told me there’s a buncha fem-em-ist-um.”

I laugh when she pronounces the word, her brows furrowing as she concentrates on each syllable.

“Yes, there is.” I nod and chuckle.

“What kinda fem… ladies’ rights are you readin’ about?” she asks, foregoing saying the word again.

“I’m reading about ‘trans-feminism’, baby.” I tell her. She looks at me blankly.

“Wha’s that?” she asks, her big green eyes staring at me. She’s got Sam’s eyes and Leslie’s thin frame and sandy blonde hair. But she’s got my smile. My partners also say she’s got my curiosity--which isn’t always a good thing. But, today it is.

“Well,” I begin. How do I explain this as simply as I can? “Well, do you know what transgender people are?”

Clara pauses, then nods eagerly after thinking about it. “Dada played one in a movie!”

“Yes,” I agree, chuckling at my child’s extensive knowledge of her dad’s filmography. “But do you know what a transgender person is?”

Clara thinks, then shakes her head ‘no.’

“A transgender person is someone who is born in the wrong body. Like, okay, dada played a transgender man, meaning he had a ‘boy-brain’ but was born in a girl’s body.”

“That’s not fair,” Clara says. “Why can’t we pick our own bodies?”

“That’s… That’s a different conversation, kiddo,” I say. “Let’s stay focused on this topic first. So, repeat back to me so I know you got it. What is a transgender person?”

“Someone who-who was born in the wrong body?” she says, unsure. I nod and smile.

“Very good!” I say. “Now, let’s say there was a girl born in a boy's body. She’s gonna do what she feels comfortable, and in this case, she’s gonna go to a doctor and have surgery to change her body and make it look like a girl.”

“You can do that?” Clara asks with wide eyes. “Like, if I wanna be a boy tomorrow, I can just ask Dr. Evans to make me a boy?”

“More or less.” I chuckle.

“Science, man.” Clara says in awe. I laugh and nod.

“Science, man,” I say in agreement. “Now, trans-feminism is when that girl, let’s call her, uh, ‘Judy’. When Judy wants to play basketball on the girl’s team, she gets to play because she’s a girl, right?”

“Right.” Clara nods.

“So, what happens when the basketball coach tells Judy she can’t play?” I ask. It’s always good to ask your child’s opinion so you know if they’re understanding and keep them involved. I use this tactic with Sam too, since he has a tendency to space out.

“That’s not fair,” Clara’s brow crinkles. “Why can’t she play with the other girls?”

“Because the coach doesn’t think Judy is a girl,” I explain. “Because Judy was born in a boy’s body.”

“That’s stupid,” Clara replies. “It’s not her fault she got put in the wrong body.”

“Exactly,” I say. “So, just because Judy got the wrong body, does that make her a boy?”

Clara shakes her head. “Judy’s a girl! And she wants to play basketball!”

“That’s right, baby,” I smile. “Trans-Feminism is all about including women like Judy into the feminim circle.”

“I like that.” Clara says.

“Me too.” I nod in agreement.

“What about you, Nopa?” Clara asks.

“What about me?”

“What basketball team do you play on?”

I pause. What basketball team would I play on?

“Uh,” I stammer, trying to think of a smart answer. “Um, I don’t think there is one for people like me, hon.”

“But that’s not fair,” Clara sighs. “Judy can play on a team, why can’t you?”

I shrug. I honestly don’t have an answer for that.

“We should make our own team.” Clara says.

I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t wanna play basketball, kiddo.”

Clara shrugs, effectively giving up. She hops off the couch and goes back to watching Blue’s Clues when the door opens.

“Daddy!” Clara cheers, racing over to the door. Sam barely has time to put down the groceries in hand before she’s leaping into his arms. He catches her with a ‘oomph!’

“Hey, baby-bug,” he laughs, catching his breath. “Careful, dad’s gettin’ old.”

Clara laughs as he lifts her in the air and swings her around, adequately disregarding his previous statement. Sam lifts Clara on his hip as he walks into the living room where I’m seated. He leans down and kisses my head.

“Hey, bug.” he greets me. I roll my eyes at the nickname. Sam and Clara plunk themselves down on the floor. Sam groans as he sits, his knees and back popping and cracking. Clara giggles.

“You are old, dada.” she laughs. Sam huffs.

“Am not,” he makes a silly face. “I’m only 52.”

“Hey, man,” I jokingly warn, poking Sam in the head with my socked foot. “That’s halfway there.”

Sam scowls at me playfully. “Shut it.”

“Just sayin’.” I giggle.

“Nopa told me about trans-feminism!” Clara says.

“That’s super cool, baby-bug!” Sam smiles at her.

“We’re gonna start a basketball team for people like Nopa too ‘cuz there aren’t any.” Clara explains.

“No,” I roll my eyes, smiling. “We are not starting a team.”

“I think we should start a team, baby-bug,” Sam says, just to tease me. “And you should coach.”

“Yay!”

The door opens again and Leslie walks in, immediately seeing the neglected groceries on the floor. “Why are there twinkies on the floor?”

Sam looks over and gasps. “I thought we agreed I was a twunk!”

Leslie and I both roll our eyes.

“We’re startin’ a basketball team and I’m coachin’, mommy!” Clara yells. Leslie looks at me.

I shrug. “Trans-feminism was taught today.”

Leslie pauses, then nods. “Seems fair. Now what should we have for dinner?”

“Pizza!” both Sam and Clara holler.

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awkward-child-of-satan · 4 years

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Criminally in Love

An analogical fic by yours truly

Logan and Virgil are roommates and dumb idiots (I know what I said) who are obviously in love but too oblivious to realize the feeling is mutual. Now let's rob them of their earthly possessions shall we?

Virgil is non binary with two different eye colors bc why not

Potential triggers : suffocation and attempted murder. (if I missed anything don't hesitate to lmk )

Enjoy!

It had been a quiet night at first. Two friends sat on opposite ends of the couch trying not to seem contemplative. The one on the right was a tall, calculating man with black squared glasses and hair that was tinted blue as a result of lost bet.The one on the right hair that was tinted blue as result of lost bet.If one were to look close, they would see purple hair and dark eyeshadow framing mismatched eyes.Eyes the person in question hated, but the man opposite of them could get lost in if given the chance.

Of course, he'd never admit it out loud. If he did, the whole place would go into chaos and comfortable nights like this would be lost. This was his only neutral. The only way to maintain his relationship with his best friend. He had to keep these thoughts to himself. He had to keep himself at arms length and watch what he said. It was overall exhausting, but ultimately worth it.

" Hey Lo?" His thoughts were interrupted by the figure to his right. He looked up at them and found both blue and green eyes staring up at him smiling softly.

"Yes Virgil?"

"I'm gonna head on up to bed, ok?"

"Of course, don't let me stop you. I'll see you in the morning then?"

"Yea, you will."

And just like that, Virgil stood up, stretched, and walked upstairs to their room down the hall from Logan's.

Seeing that there was nothing keeping him downstairs alone he decided that the best course of action would be to go to sleep himself. Standing up, he went and shut off the lights, making his way towards the stairs. As he walked up, step by step he couldn't help but feel as though something were off in his small, shared house. Mentally checking through everything he locked and shut off, he concluded that he was just tired and paranoid. All the more reason to get to bed, he thought, making his way up the stairs again.

Finally arriving at the top of the stairs, he was faced with a door brandishing a purple storm cloud and lightning. Logan smiled, thinking back on the day he helped Virgil paint the door. It may have taken 3 weeks of accidental peeks of bare skin, but Virgil found the door completely worth it, and that's all that Logan cared about.

Finally returning to the present, he gave a small knock on the door and entered upon hearing a small voice saying 'come in'. The room was painted all black with different Halloween decorations scattered around the room. (But it's the middle of March, why do you need so many bags of spider web? Because, Logan, it's my aesthetic.) He looked over at the Nightmare Before Christmas comforter and smiled, repeating a phrase he said every night.

"I'm going to head to bed myself, feel free to wake me up in case of anything."

To which Virgil giggled and said their reply:

"Why, would I do that when you clearly need your beauty sleep?"

Both friends laughed lightly and waved goodnight, not daring to break the tension. It was always like this. Every night. Everyday. All the time. It was as though they were trapped in a time vertex and every time they came close to confessing, it would start over. They were prisoners to their own feelings and insecurities. Forever in the friend zone, never to make a move. It was almost pathetic the way they let their fears control them. But it was all they had. And it's all they needed.

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It was a loud crash that awoke Logan a few hours later. He sat straight up and looked around, finding his room incredibly still. He closed his eyes and listened for anything unordinary. There was a muffled shuffling of feet coming from down the hall but Logan was unsure if it was actually Virgil or not. I'm sure there's no harm in finding out, he reasoned.

Crawling out of bed he noticed the bathroom window was opened and his anxiety had spiked. Virgil never opened windows in the middle of the night as it was too cold. Realization finally dawning on him, he ran to the next room, accidentally hitting something behind the door that let out a loud 'oomph'.

Quickly, he ran to the light switch and turned the light on, revealing two masked figures, one on the floor and the other on top of Virgil, holding a pillow over his face. Upon seeing the attempted murder, Logan ran over to the bed and pushed the black clad intruder off of Virgil and punched them square in the jaw. Attempting to keep them further away from Virgil as possible, he went over to the figure on the floor and attempted to restrain him. On the bed, Virgil let out a deep gasp, attempting to get as much air as possible. Finally catching their breath, they addressed their roommate on the floor

"Logan wha-"

"Virgil call the police, now!"

Scrabbling to get to the phone as soon as possible, they nearly tripped over the other intruder on the floor, hitting him on the head harder than intended. It was as though they were in a movie scene and everything around them was life or death, causing a spike in anxiety and urgency.

It was about another 20 minutes until the police arrived and took both intruders into custody. The two roommates on the other hand stood leaning on a police car, both giving their statements of the incident. Afterwards, both of them looked at each other, trying to figure out what to say next, the tension once again surfacing in their eyes. Surprisingly enough, it was Virgil who broke the silence.

"Uhm, thank you, for the uh-, well the-, um, for saving my life."

Logan nodded, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm ok, although my throat does hurt. I'll be fine in the morning."

A new silence fell upon them. Logan, more frustrated now than before decided to be the first to speak this time.

"Are you going to be okay in your own room? I know you kind of had an unpleasant experience right now-"

"I'll be fine. I might just feel a bit uneasy after tonight, one never knows when they're about to be attacked." They said, their voice dropping low along with their head, attempting to avoid eye contact. Logan lifted their head to meet his, and looked at them in their beautiful eyes. Virgil held their breath, trying not to break the tension or the bubble,they should say, that both friends tried to maintain.

"I will always watch over you, this I swear Virgil. "

They let out a laugh that came out more like a huff, and looked down again before looking back at Logan's deep brown eyes.

"You really think I'm worth so much fuss?"

"Every bit of it, and more," he paused, hesitating before deciding to continue, "Virgil, you mean the moon to me, and I don't ever want to lose you. Every atom and molecule in my body screams out to you unlike anyone else I've ever known. At first I couldn't place the feeling since it hurt as much as it felt good, but I figured it out and," he paused again, trying to think rationally about it. But he couldn't continue to just stay friends with the smaller figure before him, so he had to say it.

"Virgil Storm, I believe that I've fallen head over heels in love with you, and I must certainly do not intend to get back up."

Both friends were silent, not knowing what to say. The bubble was finally broken and feelings were out in the open. Virgil looked down at their feet, tears forming in their eyes as they tried to figure out what was supposed to come next. Confusion and uncertainty filled their mind as they went through everything that could possibly go wrong. Yet for some reason, a voice in the back of their head told him to stop. That nothing will go wrong because they loved Logan too. The voice that said that just loving each other was enough for now, and that they could worry about everything else later because now they knew, Logan loved them too.

They looked up at Logan and saw the absolute great in his eyes after their long pause. Virgil couldn't help but feel bad but they knew that Logan understood that they needed the time to work through their feelings and come to the conclusion that they did. Thats why they work so well together, because Logan understood and Virgil took the precautions needed to understand everything that was going on. They smiled as they looked back into the dark chocolate swirls that were Logan's eyes and finally gave him the answer he was waiting for.

"Logan Crofters, I'm in love with you too, and I don't plan on doing anything to change that."

And with that, they cupped Logan's face, bringing it closer to them and put their foreheads together. The two of them stayed there for a while, closing their eyes and basking in the bliss of newfound love and cherishing the moment of just being there, and never being alone again.

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Loving Danger // Bucky x OC Reader

Pairing: Bisexual!Bucky Barnes x Pansexual!WOC OC (Jax “Danger” Cassidy), Brief Luke Cage x Danger (platonic), Bucky x J“D”C x OC (Eva Carter) (for sexy times) Word Count: 4.2k+ Warning: EXPLICIT Language, Fluff, Humor, Filthy Smut. That signature Foster Slow Burn. Honestly guys, I’m just gonna tag this Jax Cassidy because she’s a walking warning sign, fuckin hell. You’ve been warned. I have no control over what she does/says. Nobody does. Summary: Danger couldn’t quite forgive Bucky for getting the both of them caught during their attempted prison break. Goddamn that man’s incessant need to please Sometimes revenge isn’t the best thing to solve a problem. Jax Cassidy is walking temptation, very few can resist her.

A/N: This was supposed to be a goddamn 500 word one shot for the Adventures of Danger and Bucky one shot series but I HAVE NO FREAKING SELF – CONTROL. So here you go. 4k+ words of filthy debauchery. Goddamnit Jax Cassidy. You should thank Kate bc she’s the reason you’re all getting this way earlier than I intended. Also I chose this gif because that fucking man bun haunts me.

Fave club Song: Circus ~ Britney Spears

PREVIOUSLY // NEXT CHAPTER

“Cassidy, are you absolutely sure about this?” asked very concerned and confused Bucky Barnes. You tossed him a wicked grin through the mirror. Payback was going to be absolutely sweet; Barnes would never live this down.

“Totally, Barnes. This is perfectly acceptable attire for the modern society. Don’t worry, you’ll fit right into the club we’re going to. Trust me.” Barnes narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you in the mirror. Luckily, your poker face was the epitome of perfection. You were so thoroughly proud of yourself for convincing Barnes to wear a leather chest harness over a sheer mesh shirt and leather pants. He was going to be the talk of the queer club you were tricking him into. You had to admit, he looked freakishly hot in it, especially with his hair tied up in the sexiest bun you’d ever seen. Wait...when the hell did you start thinking Barnes was sexy? Fuck. Shaking your head, you straightened the zipper on your bodysuit. It was so damn comfortable; why couldn’t you wear this all the time????

(Danger’s club outfit)

(Bucky’s harness)

Bucky tried really hard to pretend like he wasn’t watching you through the mirror. Really fucking hard. He was infinitely grateful that the pants you forced him in came with a particularly restricting jockstrap because the hard on he had from looking at you in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots was k i l l i n g him. Your high ponytail and black lipstick made you look so powerful and so fucking sexy that he honestly just wanted to melt at your feet and let you walk all over him. He’d probably thank you for it.

The weirdest feeling fluttered in his gut every time you smirked to yourself; he briefly wondered if this was you finally getting your revenge for the failed prison break. Naturally, all thoughts flew from his brain the moment you bent forward, reached around the front of his waist and tightened his belt. He prayed to whoever might be listening that you didn’t notice the raging hard on hiding in his pants. You didn’t, at least he really hoped you didn’t.

“Alright Barnes, I think we’re finally done. You ready?” you asked mischievously. He suppressed a groan as your hands left his body.

He sighed, “We might as well get this over with.”

You snickered. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he finally saw where you were going.

Sneaking out of the Tower with a large and leather-clad Bucky Barnes was easier than you originally anticipated. Since Tony and Fury both agreed being cooped up could do more harm than good to Barnes’s rehabilitation, they granted him access to the outside world as long as he was with you (with your powers of electricity and telepathy being one of the safest ways to disarm him without further damaging his brain) or Steve (for obvious reasons). You figured if you had to be saddled with a 250+ pound man, you might as well get some fun out of him.

Walking through Hell’s Kitchen dressed like you were headed to a kink party was definitely earning the two of you a few stare and comments. You could feel Bucky shifting uneasily beside you; part of you enjoyed his discomfort but a larger part suddenly felt like maybe you’d taken things a bit too far.

“Uh...Danger...?” he murmured below his breath.

“What, Barnes?” you hissed.

“Are you sure...we’re dressed okay? People are staring.”

“You’re James Buchanan Barnes, best friend of THE Captain America and former Winter Soldier of the infamous HYDRA. Current Avenger. Oh! And, you have a metal arm. When are you not getting a lot of stares?” He looked at you incredulously; that funny feeling in his gut was only getting worse.

Getting into the club was a snap. Totally helps being a frequent customer, an amazing tipper and close friends with the bouncer.

“It’s so good to see you, Cage!” you exclaimed, pulling the large man into a tight embrace. Bucky fought the urge to snarl at the sight of another man’s hands around your waist. What the hell?

“Jax Danger Cassidy as I live and breathe! What brings you to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Oh you know,” you said slyly gesturing to Bucky behind you, “He needed to see the sights.”

“Is that…,” Luke started, shocked.

“Don’t worry, he’s neutered. I’ve got his leash tonight.” Luke smirked at your assurance and word choice. Bucky scoffed; he was more annoyed that Luke hadn’t removed his offending hands from your body. Get a grip Barnes.

“You do know I’m standing here perfectly capable of hearing every word you say, right?”

“Yeah, Barnes. We know,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes. Luke (finally) let you go and unhooked the velvet rope in front of the door. Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he tossed a wink at Bucky.

“Have fun you two!” he chuckled. Bucky didn’t know why but he felt his stomach lurch. This couldn’t be good.

The moment you stepped foot into Top/Bottom the crowd roared. Danger had finally arrived. Poor Bucky looked like a deer caught in unsuspecting headlights. You couldn’t help but cackle. Gripping the front of harness firmly, you lead him to your usual VIP section on the second floor. Drunken men called lewdly at Bucky. You could practically feel him blushing behind you.

“Heyyyyy Daddyyyyy!”

“Oh honey, I’d bottom like hell for you!”

“Does that harness come with a whip?!”

“Damn, I hope that ass isn’t straight!”

Bucky found himself strangely aroused from the combination of the overly raunchy attention and the firm grip of your fingers on his harness. Faint jolts of electricity flowed from your skin and hair. Nothing strong enough to cause any real damage yet, enough to make people think twice about touching you without express permission. Butterflies wreaked havoc on his insides but he did his best to keep his face impassive. Finally reaching the top of a half spiral staircase, you pushed him into a plush love-seat and sat beside him. A gorgeously muscular man wearing nothing but daisy dukes and sneakers coloured suspiciously like Captain America’s shield brought the two of you a stunning crystal bottle of whiskey. You’ve been here enough that you no longer need to place an order; they keep your favourite on hand at all times.

He couldn’t help but watch as you slid a $20 in the back pocket of your sever. You were right: the look on his face was absolutely worth him getting the two of you busted. He didn’t know what shocked him more: the ease you exuded while sipping expensive whiskey from an even more expensive glass or the fact that the guy in the shield shorts looked an awful lot like Steve. He nudged you gently to get your attention.

“So…come here often?”

You snorted in complete surprise, “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you just use a pick up line on me?”

“Honestly doll, I don’t know. This whole place has me a bit turned around. They didn’t have places like this where I came from,” he said while his eyes drank in the colorful yet drunken chaos around him.

“Sure they did; you just needed to know where to look,” you chuckled.

“You’re seriously telling me they had gay clubs in my time?” he asked skeptically. You leaned in and nipped his earlobe. Your hot breath tickling his ear renewed the raging hard on from earlier. Clearly you planned to be the death of him.

“Who said this club was just for gay people?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” he half murmured, licking his semi chapped lips.

“It’s New York, Buck. This club is for all queer identifying people. Gay, bi, pan, ace/aro, trans, non-binary, agender, etc. Black, white, Asian, Indigenous, Latinx, etc. If you’re queer, you’re here. They even accept straight people from time to time, but only if you’re vouched for by a current member.”

He sipped his whiskey and nodded. Good for them, he thought, people need spaces to find their own. He only wished things were as progressive when he was growing up. Mighta saved him a whole lot of fights and heartache.

“So…are you…?” he trailed off.

“Am I gay?” you asked. He nodded.

“Oh Buck, as much as I love eating pussy, I could never give up dick. So no. But what I am is a lover of all people. It’s not so much about the physical for me. If we connect, if there’s passion there, we’ll get along fine.”

Bucky choked violently on his whiskey. In hindsight, he should have expected something crude and surprising from you. You were Jax Cassidy; ‘crude and surprising’ was your tag line. With you pounding his back roughly, he regained proper breathing in no time.

“Christ, Danger!” he wheezed, “warned a guy before you drop something like that, woulda?”

You laughed wholeheartedly, “Sure thing, Barnes. I’ll be sure to warn you the next time I go into explicit detail about how I love to let women ride on my face until they scream. Or maybe about how much I enjoy draining a pair of balls until they person they’re attached to begs me to stop. I’ll absolutely warn you next time.”

Bucky’s cock twitched painfully in his pants. You were some kind of siren. It actually terrified him to wonder why you train exclusively with Natasha Romanoff; you certainly lived up to your nickname. He regarded you as impassively as he could manage. This might have been a love seat you were perched on but he could have sworn it was your throne. Your eyes danced with wicked delight as you surveyed your kingdom. No one was safe from your insatiable gaze.

Downing the last of your current glass, you made your way to your feet. You were so damn glad Natasha made you train in heels because goddamn, these 6 inch thigh high boots would be murder on your poor toes. Bucky looked at you in curiosity.

“Dance with me,” you said simply. Despite the fact that it wasn’t a request, Bucky couldn’t find any reason he should want say no. He nodded and pulled himself to his feet. The opening notes to your favourite club banger graced your ears. Nodding at the DJ in thanks, you stalked your way back down the staircase with Barnes in tow.

There’s only two types of people in the world,

The ones that entertain and the ones that observe

Well baby, I’m a put-on-a-show kinda girl

Don’t like the backseat, gotta be first

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off the way you glided to the dance floor. Your charisma was completely hypnotizing. He could see sparks flying from your fingers as the crowd parted around you. The air was so charged he could taste it. He didn’t fully understand your powers but he suspected you had something to do with it.

I’m like the ring leader

I call the shots

I’m like a firecracker,

I make it hot

When I put on a show

Even without your telepathy, you could feel the intense sexual energy in the room. It was actually setting off your electricity so much that you had to release little spurts just to keep yourself from overloading. A thin layer of sweat covered your bare arms. The room smelled like sex, sweat and alcohol and you couldn’t get enough of it.

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I’m ready to break

I’m like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

Your strong fingers pulled a very aroused Bucky into your body. He lost control of his breathing the moment you flipped around started grinding your plump ass into his crotch. You could tell he wasn’t sure what he should do. It was really quite adorable. Pulling his hands around your waist, you leaned your head into his shoulder. The pounding of his super soldier enhanced heart echoed your own. Funny how this all started with a bit of revenge.

There’s only two types of guys out there,

Ones that can hang with me and one that are scared

So baby I hope that you came prepared

I run a tight ship, so beware

Bucky didn’t understand how normal people survived this exquisite kind of punishment without combusting in their pants. Your delectable ass, the smell of your skin, the tickle of your hair, your confident fingers holding his firmly against your hips, all of you sent his body into overdrive. Bucky craved nothing more than to lose himself in you.

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

Spotlight on me and I’m ready to break

I’m like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

The grip on your hips tightened as Bucky gained more confidence. You grinned to yourself. Finally, you’d get to see a glimpse of the sensual man he used to be. Abruptly, you found yourself staring into those icy blue eyes. His nose was mere millimeters from yours. Your breath intermingled. When you started this day, kissing Barnes was the last thing on your mind. Now here you stood, face to face with the bane of your existence. The man who seemingly lived and breathed just to piss you off. Part of you wanted to just shove him away bu—oh! Goddamn

The moment Bucky’s eyes met yours he knew he was lost. You’d entrapped him completely. He could feel himself entirely wrapped around your finger and he couldn’t be bothered to give a single damn. He watched your gaze flick down to his mouth and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Crashing his lips to yours had to be the best goddamn decision Bucky Barnes ever made. Your fingers found their way into his hair and he groaned obscenely. You grinned wickedly into his kisses; this knowledge could be useful for later. His massive hands snaked their way to your voluptuous ass, pulling you even closer into him. It was your turn to moan into his mouth when you felt his substantial boner grinding into your crotch. Thank all the gods for 6 inch heels making the both of you finally equal in height. Forcing yourself away from his bastardly sinful mouth, you leaned into his ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” you murmured. Oh thank god, he thought. Sweeping you off your feet, Bucky carried you bridal style out of the sexually charged club. You snorted at his impatience. The chill of the night time air soothed your overheated skin as he carried you outside. Bucky set you down, but didn’t let you go.

“I think we should call a cab, doll,” he said. You grinned mischievously. A quick snap of your fingers later and a black Cadillac Escalade rolled up to the curb. If he were anyone else, his jaw would have hit the floor.

“How did you…?”

“Stark isn’t the only rich motherfucker in New York,” you said simply. He shot you a toothy grin. Your driver stepped out and opened the door for you.

“Evening Ms. Cassidy,” she said. Bucky helped you into the car and quickly followed behind you.

“Eva, how many times must I tell you: It’s Jax or Danger. Ms. Cassidy was my shrew of a mother,” you chastised once she returned to the driver’s seat.

“My humblest apologies Ms. Jax.”

“I’m never going to break you of your professionalism, am I?” you questioned. Bucky snorted at your question. You shot him a dirty look.

“Unfortunately not, Ms. Jax,” she replied in amusement. Bucky busied himself with trailing open mouthed kisses from your ear lobe to your clavicle. Concentration was suddenly a difficult task to accomplish.

“I-- ugh goddamn Bucky—pay you enough to drop the snooty, don’t I?” This man’s tongue would haunt you for the rest of your everlasting life. He hadn’t even gotten to where you craved it yet!

“Certainly, Ms. Jax.”

“What, do you want a raise or something? Fucking shit Barnes!” Eva’s sultry giggle floated to the backseat. Bucky’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“Something wrong, Danger?” he asked, pressing butterfly kisses into your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m in this tight ass body suit in the back of a car and it’s getting in the way of me getting fucked!” you half shouted. Eva laughed even harder. Bucky’s right hand found your zipper and inched it down slowly.

“I could help you with both of those things, doll,” he whispered into your ear. And to think, all of this started with petty revenge!

“Eva, what’s the nearest property I own?” you asked huskily. The lust reflected in her eyes through the mirror wasn’t lost on you.

“8th Street, Ms. Jax.”

“Make haste, beautiful.”

“As you wish, Ms. Jax.

Bucky was driving you insane. Bucky was driving himself insane. His flesh fingers ghosted over your aching cunt, torturing you endlessly. His teeth in your skin made your head spin. Reaching up, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. He groaned loudly in pleasure.

“Don’t tease me, Barnes. Either give me what I want or don’t bother, got it?” you snarled.

“Yes, Miss,” he practically whimpered. The steel in your voice and impressive grip on his hair set his blood pumping. He wondered just how far he could push you before you punished him for it. He was half desperate to find out. You kissed him roughly and shoved his hand back into your crotch. His fingers made quick work of pushing your body suit aside and sinking inside your soaked and needy cunt. You hissed loudly in pleasure.

“That’s it Barnes. You’re such a good boy for me,” you purred. His answering moan alerted you to his praise kink. Oh, you could do so much with this.

“You like being called a ‘good boy’ don’t you Barnes?” He didn’t answer. Now was a terrible time to suddenly remember you weren’t alone in the car. You gripped his hair tighter and forced him to meet your gaze. “Answer me, James.”

“Fuck, yes! I like so much.” You smirked impishly. A small whimper from the front seat reminded you of the petite Latina currently struggling to focus on the road. This night had suddenly turned into something filthily wonderful.

“How much longer, Eva?”

“Ten minutes, Ms. Jax.”

“Perfect.” Turning your attention back to a painfully horny Bucky, you came up with an idea.

“Here’s the deal, Barnes. You make me cum in the next ten minutes and I’ll show you what being pansexual is all about with the lovely Eva up there. You take longer than ten minutes and poor little Eva gets left to her own devices. You wouldn’t want leave the deprived darling to solve her little problem all alone would you?” you taunted. Bucky’s eyes grew impossibly large. He bit his lip in a vain effort to suppress another obscene noise.

“No, Miss.”

“Get to—oh!”

Bucky had never been one to back down from a challenge. He and Steve were alarmingly alike that way. The promise of getting to pleasure the beautiful girl sitting in the front seat whimpering softly if he held up his end of the bargain was more motivation than he needed. Scissoring his fingers inside you, he watched as your head lolled back into the headrest in pleasure. Your noises were pure music to him. He felt your grip on his hair loosen and used the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck. He might like you being in control, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t let the world know who you belonged to.

Eva was finding it nearly impossible to focus on driving safely. Between your moans and Bucky’s grunts of exertion, she’d soaked her panties completely through. The entirety of the car smelled like your sex and Eva had never smelled anything more delectable. Sweet and tangy, your scent permeated her nose. As subtly as she could, Eva snuck a hand under her skirt in a desperate attempt to find some much need relief. Your eyes missed nothing.

“Oh, Eva. My beautiful darling…just—ugh fuck Bucky just like that—what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you half snarled. Eva’s eyes widened in the mirror. She couldn’t believe you noticed!

“I need—I—. Nothing, Ms. Jax. I’m so sorry Ms. Jax.” she said. Removing her fingers from her throbbing cunt was excruciating. She was so thankful the drive would only take five minutes longer. Your eyes lit up dangerously; you could hear the poor girl’s thoughts practically screaming to pull the car over and beg you and Bucky to fuck her into oblivion. You made it a point never to listen in to people’s thoughts without permission or off mission but Eva didn’t seem to know her mental shield had completely abandoned her.

Bucky was growing frustrated at your absurdly strong resistance to his insane finger skills. You found his determination completely refreshing. Any other woman would be a puddle in his hands at this point but your stubbornness was a force to be reckoned with. He curled his fingers briefly and you twitched harshly in response. Ahh, there it is, he thought. Pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, he circled his index and middle fingers over your internal button. You cried out and yanked his hair roughly in pleasure. For the first time, someone had discovered your kryptonite without even being told where to look.

“F u c k! James!” you wailed under his assault on your body. A whine left his throat at hearing his birth name tumbling from your lips. Eva’s own whine mimicked his. In the back of your mind, you reckoned you’d have your hands full with these two

“Please cum, Miss. Please,” he pled, “I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna be a good boy for you, Miss.” Goddamn this beautiful bastard.

Eva turned down a familiar street. You could see your pristine white manor coming into view. Bucky noted your eyes widening in recognition and felt his stomach lurch. He was going to let you down. In a final attempt to break your resolve, he curled his fingers harshly into you and rubbed harder on your clit. You couldn’t hold out any longer; you erupted. You released Bucky’s hair and sank your teeth into his neck in a poor attempt to muffle your scream. Eva pulled into your impressive driveway with just enough time to watch you convulse around Bucky’s sinful fingers. She felt her own orgasm rip through her as she tried her best to stifle herself. Even in your state of heightened bliss, you missed nothing.

“Well, my darling boy, it looks like you gained two orgasms for the price of one. Maybe Eva didn’t need to join after all,” you purred against his skin. Bucky looked at Eva in confusion until he noticed her chest heaving in exhaustion and a small puddle that formed on the leather of her seat. He smirked devilishly

“I don’t know, Miss,” he said, “no one gave her permission to cum. It looks more like she needs to be punished.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you quirked your eyebrow at them. Eagerness rolled off their bodies in waves.

You hadn’t been this giddy in a years.

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