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retrogalwrites · 3 years

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Hawks/Takami Keigo x catgirl!reader

Title: “Canary killed the cat” / view on ao3

Summary: Hawks takes a stray cat home with him. Yes, that cat is you.

warnings: dubcon, yandere hawks, misogyny, manipulation, dehumanization, literal pet play, kidnapping/abduction, mommy issues, softness but in all the wrong ways

words: 1800

He found you shivering behind a dumpster in an alley, it took him less than five minutes to track you down.

A pair of feline ears stood above your head, pointing backwards in sign of pure fright, they were the color of your hair. You stared at him with wide eyes and bared teeth, hands desperately clutching the stolen bread against your chest so hard it had become mostly wasted crumbs scattered on the ground. You pleaded, you hissed, shaking like you were going to crumble as well.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go!!!"

"Wish I could, but as you must know, stealing is a very bad thing to do, sweetheart..." He spoke casually and condescendingly, of course, someone who did not really believe in the very things he preached.

"I know...I know, I just..." You had started to cry. "I was so hungry, please, let me go..."

It was a pathetic sight, but not one Keigo hadn't already seen far too many times to count. There are people like you everywhere, he grew up with people like you, and they always end up in the same place.

It shouldn't have made a difference, you shouldn't have made a difference. But when he approached your struggling form pinned to a bricked wall by feathers, Keigo couldn't help the curiosity that made him peer at your face.

It was the curiosity that killed the cat.

"Oh?" He sounded surprised, because he was. "You are cute."

"...w-what?"

Crouching down next to you, he forcefully grabbed you by the jaw to turn your head to the side, inspecting you from different angles with a gaze of morbid curiosity.

Indeed, you were cute, extremely cute. Perhaps too cute for your own good. Was it something in your eyes? Your features? He wasn't sure, and that only intrigued him more.

Of course, you were a disheveled mess, all rags, dirt smeared on your face and bruised limbs, surely from a life living more like animal than a woman in a society that had no place for the outcasts. No, you were nothing like those women he was used to, perfect beauties and bimbos born into wealth and acceptance, instead you were just a pitiful looking thing.

And yet...you were so cute, despite of that. Or maybe because of it.

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

Keigo smiled at you, he had already made up his mind on that matter.

"What's your name?" He asked instead, purposely ignoring your question. Confused and frightened, you hesitated before answering.

His smile grew wider, feathers ruffling behind his back.

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After taking you home, the first thing he did was getting you clean.

It pleased him greatly, how you didn't put up a fight even when he ordered you to take off your rags for clothes while he prepared a warm bath for two. Perhaps you were too exhausted, maybe too afraid, or maybe it had just been that long since you were given the most basic care that, even in a situation like this, the prospect of a bath was too good not to submit to it.

"Wh...why are you doing this?" You asked meekly, as you undressed in his bathroom, under his gaze. "Are heroes even supposed to...?"

"Shhh. Don't worry your little head about that, let's just get you cleaned, alright sweetheart?"

He spoke amiably, but his eyes openly leered at the curvature of your hips, the ripe swell of your breasts and that pretty pussy covered by a patch of pubic hair (most women trim and shave these days, a shame, he preferred the natural look).

While you submerged yourself in the tub with him, Keigo eagerly scrubbed your body off all the grime and dirt. His hands eagerly explored your body, testing the softness and the suppleness of your flesh by groping it. He was hard the entire time, watching your skin become clean and soft filled him with certain satisfaction that had his cock begging for attention, wishing to be buried deep in the warmth of your tight heat, but he had to control himself for the time being.

If you noticed his erection poking at your backside, you didn't say anything, and Keigo liked that in a woman.

Keigo liked you.

———————

It was not like you had a home to return to, nor people waiting for you anywhere, right? There was nothing technically wrong with taking something that didn't belong to anyone, and he loved living on technicalities.

That's right, taking a little stray cat home should've been fine.

Even if you tried to claw your way away after the first day, when you realized he had no intentions on letting you go back to the streets.

"You should be grateful, don't you think?" He spoke bemused by the sight of you, curled into a ball with your tail wrapped around your body, it was cute. "You don't have to live like a stray anymore."

"B-But I'm a person, this is wrong...you just can't..."

"When was the last time anyone treated you like a person?"

Your silence in that moment sounded like the beginning of your acceptance. The despair on your face reminded him of something, or rather someone...that despair looked a lot like his mother's eyes.

He didn't want to see that look on your face.

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Keigo simply locked you in a room for a few days after that, waited until you calmed down, he figured that you just needed to get familiar with your new home, he knew that he had to be patient when it comes to adopting a new pet. He brought you presents everyday for a week, all the luxuries girls love and that he knew for a fact you never had known about: expensive clothes (tailored to his tastes), plushes, shoes, perfumes, chocolates and candy of all types.

When he found you nibbling on candy, curled up on a giant teddy bear, he knew that it was just a matter of time before you were seduced by the opportunity of living a comfortable life.

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Pretty girls had been more like a given commodity for most of his life, from A to Z he had fucked most beauties out there with a big enough names that many would been jealous of his body count, but Keigo was never one to really fawn over any of them before, he couldn't even remember the faces of more than half of them either.

But in that moment, having you nestled between his legs trying to fit his cock into your pretty mouth until your nose was buried in his pubes, Keigo felt like he was with the cutest thing in the entire fucking world, and the shit-eating grin plastered on his face showed it. You were just too adorable, trying so earnestly not to choke on the size of his fully erect length, the head already poking at the back of your throat and he hadn't even started moving yet.

"Good girl, you're doing it so well."

He flicked one of your ears with his index finger, it twitched.

Purring loudly, you tried bobbing your head as you nursed on his cock, drooling all over it in the process. It felt good, better than good, and Keigo was overcome with how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how no one would've looked at you twice before he found you.

As your mouth worked on his cock, one of your hands massaged his balls, he didn't even had to tell you to, a sign you had learned well. Soon enough he felt that pleasure getting dangerously close to reaching climax, and he made you stop. You whined, a disappointed sound being pushed away as his cock slipped out of your mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting his the head to your swollen lips.

"Don't pout at me like that, today I feel like filling you up, pussycat." He chuckled, he large palm petting the top of your head, which you were quickly nuzzling against. "Get on the bed."

Well trained as you were, you climbed onto the mattress quickly getting on all fours, and Keigo was quick to follow. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled your round ass against his erection, your fluffy tail stood up in the air vibrating with anticipation as strong fingers pulling at your soaked pussy lips to expose your tight little hole to his hungry gaze. Purring, your back arched when Keigo slowly buried his cock into your cunt, he felt your fleshy walls stretching around him, shaping around him to his shape and girth, until he was balls deep inside.

You moaned, tightening around him with a vice grip that could've made him cum a little too soon.

"M-Master...master...please...."

"What a dirty girl, begging for cock like a whore." And he made you into that, he couldn't have been more proud. Getting you to call him your master took a little while, but damn had it been worth the wait.

Keigo started moving, thrusting his hips and pulling his cock half-way out of you before slamming back in. He watched how your cunt swallowed him hole with ease, the ripples on your ass when his hand came down to slap one of your cheeks, making you mewl like the animal you had accepted to be.

Kaigo threw his had back when he felt that climax brewing all over again, before his thrusts came to a halt as he held your hips in place. He spilled his hot cum right into you, the little entrance of your womb sucking the semen straight from his cock like your body was begging to be stuffed with it.

He pulled out his softening cock, a trail of cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the sheets. You never stopped purring.

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Keigo returned from his patrol to find you looking out of the large glass window of his bedroom. He petted your head as he approached you from behind.

"You don't miss it out there, do you?" He asked, you shook your head. Of course he knew you didn't, otherwise Keigo wouldn't allow you to approach the windows on first place.

He pulled out a rectangular box from his pocket, watched with delight the way your curious eyes stared at it, already knowing it had to be a gift for you. Keigo chuckled, you were getting very spoiled, he thought for a second, but only a second.

"I thought it was about time I got you one of these." He opened the box to reveal a pet collar with a tag showing your name engraved. "What do you think?"

The smile on your face was the sort of look he always wanted to see on it.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks thirst #tw kidnapping #tw misogyny #tw dubcon #tw dehumanization #tw yandere #it's my first time writting for birb ples forgib

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bombshellbois · 4 years

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Code 314

@harringroveweekoflove

Harringrove Week of Love Day 3: Car Sex

Rating: M

Words: 2688

Summary: The story of Billy’s least favorite arrest for indecent exposure ever. And it’s all Steve’s fault.

There’s only one interrogation room in the Hawkins police station. That means Billy is left handcuffed to Jim Hopper’s desk while Steve is in the interrogation room. It’s dark in the station, aside from the yellow light framing the shade over the interrogation room window, and the lamp on Hopper’s desk. Fucking small towns. This is, without a doubt, the most unprofessional arrest Billy has ever had.

Hopper emerges from the interrogation room and slams the door behind him. No Steve. Billy expects Hopper will sit down and pick up his phone and call Mommy and Daddy Harrington to come pick up their kid. Then it will be up to Billy to deal with whatever the fallout is. Hopefully Hopper didn’t make Harrington cry or anything, so Billy can still sort of respect him after.

Hopper does not reach for his phone.

No, he throws his hat on the desk and drops down into the chair hard enough that it scoots back several inches on the wooden floor. Folds an arm on the desk and leans in close to Billy, looking him square in the eye. He looks tired and sort of pissed.

“Steve Harrington is a goddamn pain in the ass.”

“I know the feeling.” Billy has worn that look many a time, and exclusively from dealing with Steve. He can actually kind of sympathize with the cops on this one. “But if what he told you sounds like bullshit, he’s being straight with you this time.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Hopper picks up his clipboard where there’s a mostly blank form for citations. Only the top is filled in. ‘Code 314- Indecent Exposure’ “I’m not gonna finish filling this out.”

“I’m sure Steve will appreciate that. He’d be the talk of the country club.” Billy suspects that’s not a gift to Steve, though. For a cop, Hopper is okay. He’s let Billy off with 14 warnings for speeding so far. Neil has gotten 2 speeding tickets and had his car towed for illegal parking.

“So you’re going to tell me what the hell happened and why it was a bad idea.” Hopper pulls the sheet free and crumbles it into a ball, tossing it into the trash can. “Then I can tick off the little box in my conscience that says you won’t do it again and we can all go home.”

Billy rolls his eyes. Jesus, he’s never going to be able to look Hopper in the eye again. “Come on, man. Didn’t Steve tell you?”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Steve wasn’t lying. We really weren’t having sex in the middle of the woods. We were… look, I know it sounds like a lie, but we were... it was like therapy.”

Hopper’s eye twitches a little. “Police observation evidence would suggest otherwise.”

“I know what it looked like, but admit it. You can’t actually say you saw any dicks,” Billy pushes.

“Just… tell me what you two were doing out there,” Hopper sighs.

“What are any teenagers doing out there? You know what that spot is for.” Billy sighs and sits back in his chair. “But if you really want the gory details…”

***

“Would you stop wiggling?” Billy leans down and grabs the bottle of lube he shoved under the driver’s seat and flips the cap open.

“I’m not wiggling,” Steve huffs, wiggling to try and… do something? Billy isn’t sure because it’s the back seat of the Camaro. There’s pretty much no room, and Steve sure as hell isn’t gonna find more by squirming. He’s just gonna make things harder.

Billy pauses and pinches Steve’s thigh, hard enough to get a hiss out of him. “Fucking hold still. I’m gonna make a goddamn mess all over the backseat if I have to try and catch you after I put this stuff on my fingers.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he makes a ‘go on’ motion with his hand and then tucks an arm under his head. Billy grabs Steve’s ankle and braces it on his own shoulder. Steve squirms and drops it, hooking it around his waist instead.

“Harrington. I’m not gonna guess where your asshole is, asshole. Not when it’s my seats under your ass. Work with me here.”

Steve groans unhappily but lets Billy hook an arm under his knee and haul his leg back up. “It’s too small back here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s fucking small, Princess. It’s the back of a fucking muscle car. Who’s fault is it that we can’t use your house?”

Steve’s face twinges a little. Fuck. Billy has his dick out, he’s hard, he’s got his boyfriend naked from the waist down, and now Harrington is gonna fondle his conscience. It works because yeah, that was probably a little below the belt.

“Sorry, babe. It’s the blue balls talking. When’s the last time we went a week without fucking?” He leans in to press an apology kiss to Steve’s lips, until Steve whines. He actually whines, long and pitiful, and grabs Billy’s shoulder.

“Too far. Bending it too far.”

Billy drops his eyes to the very naked leg braced against his shoulder. “What? I’ve practically had you bent in half before.”

***

“Okay, stop. Stop!” Hopper waves his hands, looking a little pallid in his desk lamp. “That’s way more information than I needed.”

“You asked what we were doing up there,” Billy points out. “We were trying to fuck in my car. Like every other couple that parks up there.”

“But you weren’t in your car.” Hopper taps his desk emphatically. “There’s a fine line, Hargrove. Stay in your car and you’re fine.”

“We would have if Steve had followed his stupid recovery regimen like he was supposed to!”

“Recovery for what?” Hopper takes a breath, holding up his hands. Billy really should let that Byers woman know that this guy tries to follow her advice. “Just… go back to where this all started.”

“You’re the boss.”

***

“Practicing late again, Harrington?” Billy asks, glancing over as Steve comes into the showers. It’s just the two of them at this hour, and it’s been a good few days since he really ragged on him properly. How convenient. Steve just glares at him and dips his head under the water. “Ever thought about maybe just being good at the game?”

“Ever thought about shutting up, Hargrove? I hear it works wonders for people with your condition.”

Billy grins, holding his tongue between his teeth. That pisses Steve off endlessly. “My condition? Go on, gimme the punchline.”

“Being an asshole.”

“Someone is feisty today. Did—”

***

“No. No, not where you two started,” Hopper interrupts him. “Skip ahead to where this incident started.”

“Oh.” Billy shrugs. “Okay. It was the end of basketball season and we celebrated by me fucking Steve until he couldn’t walk straight.” He ignores Hopper’s heavy sigh. “Literally, too. But then the coach made us do hurdles the day after. That’s where it all kind of went downhill.”

***

Billy knows before Tommy even starts jeering that Steve is hurt. He lays there a second too long in the red dust of the track, the fallen hurdle tangled between his legs. Billy can tell that asshole is trying to figure out how to get up without looking hurt, because that’s the shit Harrington worries about. Sighing, he ‘accidentally’ slams his elbow back into Tommy’s stomach as he chucks his water cup into the trash before jogging out onto the track.

“Regular gym class hero, aren’t you?” he mutters, hooking his hands under Steve’s armpits and hauling him to his feet.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests while trying not to put weight on his right leg. It’s a sort of pained hopping that’s not very convincing of being fine.

“Yeah, you look totally great.” Billy pulls Steve’s arm around his shoulders and waves to the coach. “Hey! I’m taking Harrington to the nurse!” he calls, and doesn’t pause to wait for a hall pass or whatever. He’s got Steve hopping around like the hurt asshole he is. That’s better than any hall pass out there as far as permission goes.

Billy is surprised that when he dumps Steve onto the bed in the nurse’s station, he makes another pained noise and shifts to lay down. Then shifts again onto his side.

“What hurts?” he asks, sitting on the low, plastic stool that’s always by the wall. He figured they had an ankle or knee issue here, but that didn’t seem right.

Steve rest a hand on his right leg. “Thigh. Something in the back of it.”

“Sounds like a hamstring injury,” Nurse Agnes says, bustling in and jamming a thermometer into Steve’s mouth. Nothing like a fever to pull a hamstring, Billy guesses. “Which leg, Mr. Harrington?”

“Right,” Steve mumbles around the thermometer.

“Don’t talk,” she huffs.

“But you asked me—”

“On your back, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve grunts and shifts onto his back, looking over at Billy for solidarity. Billy just grins and splays his legs further on his stool, kicking one leg up to brace on the side of the infirmary desk. Steve turns the same shade of red he gets after a good hour in practice. He makes a vague swatting motion that probably means ‘stop it’ but he sure doesn’t look away. Billy just runs his tongue over his teeth at him, getting the red to turn two shades darker.

Agnes’s diagnostic technique appears to be trying to shove Steve’s leg up towards his chest and seeing when he starts making pained sounds. Then she whips the thermometer out of his mouth and sweeps out of the room, tutting and shaking the thermometer and muttering about Steve running too warm.

“I was in PE,” Steve calls after her, grabbing the pillow out from under his head and chucking it at Billy. “Asshole,” he hisses.

“Can’t help it. Kinda hot watching you get fondled by a sixty-something old woman,” Billy teases, tucking the pillow between his own head and the wall. “Thought she was gonna mount you any second.”

“Me too,” Steve admits, dropping his head back down on the stripe of sanitary paper on the bed. “It was terrifying.”

***

“The official diagnosis was ‘hamstring injury and a mild fever, young man.’” Billy says, leaning on the heel of his hand as best he can while he’s handcuffed. “She put him on ice for 20 minutes, gave him some cheesy printout about stretches, and told him to give it a few weeks to heal.”

Hopper unlocks Billy from the cuffs, and then unlocks them from the chair as well, securing them back to his belt. Billy has the vague urge to get up and walk out just because he technically can and that’s his normal response to authority. He does have the good sense not to piss off one of the few okay adults in Hawkins, though, and not to ditch his boyfriend at the police station.

“Right. So Steve hurts himself and you just… forgot?” Hopper raises his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’re a more considerate boyfriend than that.”

Billy raises his eyebrows right back. “Based on… what?”

“Call it a hunch.”

Billy sighs and rubs his wrist. “Whatever you say, man. Anyway, that was over a month ago. I forgot about it once he was allowed back into the normal classes at gym. See, we don’t usually fuck in my car. Steve’s shitty parents are usually out of town. I thought the guy was secretly an orphan for a solid month after I met him because they were never around…”

***

“Why the fuck are your parents here for so long?” Billy groans, sitting low in the driver’s seat of the parked Camaro, letting his head loll out the window while he smokes a cigarette.

Steve lights his own cigarette and rolls the passenger side window down. “For my birthday.”

Billy frowns and raises his aviator sunglasses, glancing across the car. “It’s not your birthday.”

“I know. But next month there’s a conference in Tokyo or something.” Steve blows a mouthful of smoke out of the car.

“Okay, but… next month isn’t your birthday either.”

“I know.”

Billy thinks about also pointing out that since they’ve been home, they don’t appear to actually be doing anything with Steve. He and Billy spend all their time in Billy’s car, complaining about not having a parent-free place for sex anymore. But he figures Steve realizes that already too.

“Can’t believe we’re reduced to car sex at the local make-out point,” Billy sighs instead. “Surrounded by the other horny masses.”

Steve looks out the window. It’s turning dusky already, and making it hard to see the other cars parked among the trees. Pretty soon it’ll be too dark to see any of them, until they finish doing the deed and turn on the headlights to drive away, one by one. “We could always wait for my parents to leave. Might be another few weeks though.”

Billy stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Get in the back seat and get your pants off, Princess.”

***

“Skip the sex part,” Hopper interrupts him. “I don’t need to hear that again. Just skip to the part I drove up to.”

“Okay, so remember that stupid little care sheet the nurse gave Steve?” Billy shoots a glare at the closed door of the interrogation room. “Guess who didn’t do any of his stupid fucking stretching exercises?”

***

Billy kind of hates his life right now. And his boyfriend. His boyfriend who has probably locked his fucking hamstring up because he thought sitting on ice for two goddamn days was as good as actually stretching.

“You’re the worst fucking athlete in the world,” he growls, grabbing Steve’s leg by the knee, kneeling in between his legs with their hips wedged together. It manages to be completely unsexy because Steve is an asshole, though. Billy is kind of mad at his own dick for staying hard through all of this.

“Oh fuck you. You don’t get to talk when you’re having the stupidest overreaction in the world,” Steve snaps, gesturing around vaguely from where he’s laying in the grass in his t-shirt and boxers. “Everyone is probably watching us.”

“Everyone is probably fucking because they didn’t fuck up their leg as soon as their sport season was over.” Billy sets a hand along the back of Steve’s thigh and leans his weight in gradually. “So now I get to fucking play physical therapist with your ass until it loosens back up.”

Steve hisses at the slow stretch when his thigh is barely past vertical. “My ass is fine, thank you.”

“Not if I can’t get my fingers into it, it’s not. It’s useless. Your ass is useless right now, Harrington.”

***

“Okay.” Hopper taps the desk like he’s surrendering a wrestling match. “Okay. That’s where I came by on my sweep. We’re done here. Just… stop talking. And do that in the gym from now on. Wearing more than just your underwear.”

Billy stands up and stretches. “Told you Steve was telling you the truth. Can I have him back now?”

Hopper gets up from his desk and grabs his hat. “Steve didn’t tell me anything.”

Billy blinks at Hopper’s back. Now there was a surprise.

Hopper opens the door to the interrogation room, spilling yellow light out onto the floor. Billy can hear Steve’s voice inside.

“Unless you’re here to give me that phone call, we have nothing to talk about.”

There’s a heavy sigh from Hopper and the sound of cuffs being unlocked. “Please get out and go home.”

Steve steps out of the interrogation room, blinking around at the dark interior and rubbing his wrists. “Billy!” He scrambles over and grabs Billy’s arm. “I didn’t say anything. If Hopper said I did, he was lying. I never sold you out.”

“You can’t sell me out when we actually didn’t do anything wrong,” Billy sighs, resting a hand on Steve’s head and turning him towards the door. “But thanks. Come on, Princess. I’ll take you home before the phone here rings and it’s your mom.”

Hopper shuts the station door firmly behind them.

#my writing #harringroveweekoflove #harringrove #billy/steve #poor Hopper #he did not sign up for this #he's here for the inter-dimensional monsters #and the evil scientists #and even the Russians getting involved #he does not need to investigate anything involving this much teenage sex

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n0irrrr · 4 years

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shingeki no kyojin | series [various x male!amnesiac!reader] summary: [Name], an amnesiac boy awakes in a unknown place – trying to remember anything makes him have horrible headaches. Who is he? And why he can’t remember his own face? masterlist

chapter ten — first day

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Standing with everyone else, looking straight without a hint of emotion. This was their first day as a soldier.

[Name] had matured— his eyes were gentle, but with the horror seen by them made them harder. His cheeks blushed a little by the sun— it was a hot day after all. And with the uniform on... ugh... He felt already soaked inside the jacket.

He could hear the yells from the instructor, shouting at some kid far away from his line. Even if he was far away, it seemed he was just besides him. [Name] bet the man could be heard to Wall Sina.

Deep in his thoughts, he didn't catch a certain pair of eyes looking at him curiously. But thanks to his instincts, he feel it, quickly making him look for them. He traveled his unusual eyes trough the line in front of him who were facing him, and finally, [Name] spotted a very tall guy with hazel eyes looking at him. But just when he meet his eyes, he blushed and averted his dull gaze.

"He is very tall..." [Name] thought, admiring his height. He thought maybe he was the tallest soldier around here. The teenager could tell he knew [Name] was watching him, because he began to sweat. Is the sun or is it me?

Hearing the instructor coming near, [Name] quickly looked straight. The man just walked by, until he saw [Name]'s form and began to shout at him immediately without mercy.

"You! Who the hell are you and from where?!"

Saluting, he shouted, "[Name] Knight, sir! From Shinganshina, sir!"

The tall man blinks when he takes a good look at the unusual eyes— and he remembers who he is instantly. He was the kid from the outside... He remembers that last name too well. A Knight, uh?

"And why the hell are you here, you maggot?!"

Without thinking much of it, a natural response left his lips, like an automatic reply or as if someone replied for him, "To free us, sir!"

"We'll see what a good for nothing like you would do against a titan, maggot!" He yelled, leaving him to go for another cadet. [Name] sighed, relieved he was gone. He wasn't a fan of being yelled or having to raise his voice.

" e —— ???? xxxx free!"

A migraine began to take effect on him, making a frown shift his gentle features. Not now, just wait a little more— it's almost over. But the headache didn't listen to the poor boy, and just began to hurt with more force. He gritted your teeth, bearing the pain. The sun didn't help his situation at all, too.

Thanks to the pain, [Name]'s mind was occupied on calming himself, making him lost any attention to other's peoples names or where the intimidating man was, and certainly, he didn't feel a pair of green eyes looking at him with surprise. When the headaches happened he ignored everything around him, specially when the pain was high. He didn't even noticed his friend getting head-butted by the instructor.

Somehow, [Name] noticed 'presentation time' was over by seeing all of the cadets walking off. Just, how much time has passed? Wait— where did he have to go?

Placing a hand on his head to control his headache, —that somehow worked— he heard someone approaching, making him turn just to see his friend Jean. He was frowning at him— was he worried?

"[Name]... again with the headaches?" He asked, gently placing a hand on his head, relieving a little pain feeling his warm hand, "maybe there will—"

Before he could finish, a new male voice interrupted him, along with three people quickly approaching both of them, "[Name]!!"

[Name]'s eyes immediately widened, "that voice..." Turning behind him, he meet with the determinated eyes he have always admired. They are alive!

Forgetting about the pain, [Name] tried to say something. But before any of the two of them could react, the brunette with green eyes have tightly hugged [Name], making both of them fall on the ground. But the amnesiac teenager couldn't feel any pain when he was overjoyed and happy— his friends were safe.

"[Name], we thought you were..." A gently voice could be heard, knowing very well who belonged it to. [Name] looks at the blond with soft blue eyes, who looks he's going to cry. "We didn't see you anywhere!"

The black haired girl makes Eren to stand by his disappointment, and quickly helps [Name] stand along. "We look for you when we could, but we never found you..." She says, looking at him as if she didn't believe he was there.. Her eyes looks gentle and soft, and a small smile appear on her delicate lips.

"Where the hell were you!?" The brunette angrily asked, surprising everyone by his outburst, "you didn't look for us, did you!?" Eren spoke with a different tone— he was upset. Mikasa and Armin looked at him in worry: the brunette always got mad when he thought about [Name] back then.

"I—I left as fast as I could with mom and... we got with the refugees and..." [Name] spoke shyly, not expecting such angry behavior this soon, "we went to Trost... and I lived there..." The amnesiac boy didn't find the words to reply back— just as he found his friends he felt fragile, feeling emotions at once.

"Did you think about us when you left?" He frowned, looking at is side feeling hurt, "to think I was worried you were... dead, and after all you—!"

"Hey!" Jean, who was pretty silent with the reunion, shout, getting their attention, shoved [Name] behind him, "[Name] saved his mom's and his' life first! At what you are so angry about?!"

"Aah?! And who the hell are you?!" Eren clenched his fists, not liking one a bit how easy he touched [Name]. This coward is [Name]'s friend?!

"None of your business, dumbass! But I won't stand here and hear your nonsense against him!" Jean could get protective over [Name], even if it wasn't that necessary. But seeing how this idiot wanted to make all of what happened his fault, that wasn't going to happen. He could see [Name] was troubled— he just reunited who the friends he thought were dead, but being pointed at while he was happy made him utterly upset.

"Eren!" Armin tried to calm him down, "[Name] is alive and with us again, aren't you happy?" Mikasa frowned, looking at Eren with concern. She could notice her brother had mixed feelings about finding [Name]— the ravenette knew his anger would disappear eventually, but he had to control it to not say hurtful things that could upset [Name]. But as Armin and she knew, he didn't think before speaking. Mikasa could notice [Name]'s frown from behind his friend— such a sad look that didn't belong.

Eren gritted his teeth, grunting. He knew he was being an idiot to make [Name] feel like this— but just as he saw him again... it made a mess with his feelings that he couldn't control well. At times like these it was better to walk off before hurting more. He gave one last pained look at [Name], "I— See you around, [Name]." He left, clearly mad. Armin gave one last tight hug to [Name] with Mikasa.

"Don't mind him, [Name]. He's happy to see you, you know? He's just... very sentimental as you know," Armin tried to laugh it off awkwardly.

"I guess... It's understandable," [Name] still had his sad look— he was really happy to see his friends again, but the feeling of guilt overcome his joy. Was it wrong to put his family first?

"I'm happy to see you again, [Name]." Mikasa gently spoke, smiling at him, "these past years had been difficult, but I'm glad you are alright with Miss Beatrice. We... we lost mom."

"And grandpa too..."

[Name] gulped. Carla, the pretty woman that always opened her doors for him, was gone too. Armin's grandpa was gone too. He couldn't understand how they were feeling after loosing their family like that. "W-What about Dr. Jäger...?"

She sighs, "we don't know," she looks at [Name] with a cryptic expression, "but seeing you here makes me glad you are safe."

"I'm glad I could see you again too," he attempted to smile, trying to make himself better. He hugged Mikasa and Armin, "I really missed you."

Armin laughed happily and Mikasa smiled warmly. Jean stood there awkwardly, frowning by what just happened before. The trio eventually finished the hug, pulling away. Both friends waved at [Name], saying they were going to unpack their things and find Eren. [Name] waved at them with a smile, feeling slightly better.

"You didn't tell me your friend was an idiot," Jean spoke, still angry.

"I didn't think he would be like that... but I guess he's still sentimental." [Name] sighs, rubbing his forehead, "at least my headache is gone."

Jean sighs heavily, already in a bad mood in the first day. Patting [Name]’s head, he spoke, “already the first day and I already hate someone.”

”Eren is not that bad. He’s just... reckless.” They began to walk to the dormitory.

“In other words, a dumbass.” [Name] chuckles, agreeing a little, "also, that girl is pretty..."

As they get into the dormitory, many of the people who were already there began to pick their beds. [Name] didn’t exactly care with who he had to share his bed with, but Jean certainly did. His friend hurriedly tried to find free shared beds, but he couldn't find any. Jean cursed mentally, grunting as he realized he wouldn't share a bed with [Name]. Could he be more unlucky today?

While Jean got angry in silence, [Name] already choose a free bed and began to unpack his stuff. Yawning, the boy couldn't wait to sleep already.

"Hey! Looks like we are sharing!" A freckled boy spoke to him, making him turn. He had dark hair and by just looking at his eyes there was no malice— only kindness. [Name] nodded, not knowing what else to say. Fortunately, the freckled male didn't back off, "I'm Marco Bodt, nice to meet you!"

"[Name] Knight. Nice to meet you, Marco."

Just as both unpacked their things Marco did most of the chatter. [Name] didn't mind him— his voice was soft and gentle. He liked hearing him, and the freckled didn't mind [Name]'s silence, so that was nice. It seemed he had notices [Name]'s unusual eyes too, but didn't say anything about them.

Jean's absence didn't last long. The irritated teenager found [Name], and as he saw his friend already being so comfortably with someone made him narrow his eyes in suspicion. He approached him, "[Name], you found a bed?"

Both of them turned. [Name] nodded, sitting on the bed as he stretched. "He's Marco."

"A-Ah! Hello!" Marco smiled, and Jean only stared at him with narrowed eyes. It was clear miles away this boy didn't mean harm— but why would Jean even care about that?

"Hi," Jean sighed heavily, rubbing his neck trying to calm himself, "I'm Jean."

"Uhm— what you said back there..." Marco spoke, not sure if to proceed but did nevertheless, "you were really honest."

"Hmn?" [Name]'s brow raised, "what happened?"

"You didn't see?" [Name] shook his head, noticing Jean's blush, "he got... well, he got head-butted by the instructor."

"He did?" [Name] couldn't hold his chuckle. Just imagining his friend being attacked by Shadis was funny, shame his migraine didn't let him see such show. "What did you say to get that?"

"It's not important anymore!" Jean yelled, clearly embarrassed, "anyways! We should change already— dinner will be in some hours so..."

"Oh, right! It's nice we don't have to do anything on our first day..."

[Name], already irritated by the tightness of his uniform, stood up from the bed and began to undress himself without any care.

Both boys noticed his actions, blush appearing on their faces immediately.

"H-Hey! [Name], what are you doing?!" Jean spoke trying to stop him, but only receiving a slap on his wrists.

"Undressing." He answered, unbuttoning his shirt.

Jean realized this was going to be until the end of their training— as the trainee corps had limited expenses, it was clear there was no "dressing room" or private showers. Every man and woman had to share and see each other without clothes, so their shyness had to go away forcefully.

Just the thought of seeing [Name] in the shower made him blush. Covering his mouth, Jean thought wasn't that bad after all...

Marco averted seeing [Name] taking his pants off, crimson appearing on his face. He tried to shake off the awkwardness of the situation, "w-well! W-Where are you two f-from?!"

Jean and Marco tried their best to hold a conversation without seeing [Name] changing without any care in the world. When he finished, the amnesiac teenager laid on the bed and told them to wake him up when it was time for dinner. Marco was surprised seeing him asleep in about five minutes, but Jean had explained [Name]'s favorite hobby was sleeping every time he could, so it was normal he fell asleep quickly. The freckled boy was rather impressed.

From not too far away a brunette and a blonde saw everything with a blush on their faces.

"Idiot...!"

"W-Well! He really is the same, ah?"

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"[Name], wake up. It's time."

The amnesiac boy grunted, frowning as he opened his eyes lazily, spotting Jean. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stretched and yawned. Jean knew when [Name] woke up, it would be five or even ten minutes of him being semi-awake, so he had to take care of him in a sense of procuring to watch over his steps, where he was going or stop him before he could hurt himself. It was pretty ridiculous how sleepy his friend could be, but it didn't make him less adorable.

"Is he really awake?" Marco asked, looking at how somnolent [Name] looked. Was he really that tired before?

"Nope, but he'll manage."

[Name] stood from the bed, staggering a little. He took Jean's hand, but the other, nervous and embarrassed of the comment he would get from the others guys slapped his hand away. The amnesiac boy stared at him in confusion for the sudden rejection— strange. Jean, blushing, already began to walk to the dining hall to hide his blushed face.

Why did I do that?! Clenching his fist, Jean was clearly feeling embarrassed— he knew since before getting here this would be a problem. It seemed his pride was more important. "L-Let's go already!" [Name] tilted his head, yawning. He followed Jean, with Marco behind.

The freckled boy didn't understand what just happened at first, and stayed in silence. He took care of where [Name] was stepping on— the teenager almost went to sleep again while walking and almost hit himself with a wall. Can he sleepwalk...? Marco hoped he didn't.

When they got to the dinning hall it was pretty full, but they were just in time. Marco, seeing that [Name] looked still sleepy, told him to wait on a table while Jean and him returned with food. He happily agreed, instantly sitting on the nearest table, placed his arms on it and rested his head on them. Was he looking for the right time to sleep again?

"Is it normal that he sleeps so much?" Marco asked, taking two pieces of bread, two plates of soup and water.

"Don't know normal, but usually. I think the most he has slept was three days."

"W-What?!"

"Yep. Sometimes is impossible to wake him up— normally his mom would take care of this, but as he is here..." He sighs, "that won't be any good."

"Three days..." Was that even possible? Wasn't Jean exaggerating? "How normally has that happened?"

"I didn't really take track of it. But I noticed when he got bad headaches, and I mean bad, he fell asleep for some days."

"Headaches...?"

The time they were in line Jean explained [Name] state until they finished and returned to their table. The teenager still remained asleep, until Jean shook his shoulder to wake him up.

"Eat before it gets cold— it already is, somehow." He sit in front of [Name], and Marco besides him.

[Name] rested his chin on the palm of his hand, lazily taking bites to the bread. His eyes spotted his childhood friend Eren being surrounded by other people. He waved to Mikasa and Armin, receiving a wave and a serene smile from the ravenette and a grin from the blonde. It seemed Eren had already stated he was from Shiganshina, because [Name] could hear plenty of questions about how the titans looked like.

Jean was listening, and Marco, who grew more curious about it went to Eren's table to listen with the others.

It seemed a question hit a nerve. [Name] could only see Eren covering his mouth as if he wanted to vomit— after all, what happened to him was traumatic. He lost his mother, and who knows where his father was.

Jean's eyes shifted from Eren to [Name] respectively, noticing the worried expression his friend carried.

Just hearing the brunette speaking about joining the survey corps like [Name] made him more irritated than he already was. Nevertheless, he didn't let it show and preferred having some fun. "Wait a moment, are you crazy? Did you just say you want to join the Survey Corps?"

The brunette frowned at him, even more when he saw [Name] in the same table with him, "what about it? You are the one who wants to join the Military Police to take it easy, aren't you?"

[Name] just watched in silence, wondering what exactly Jean wanted to do.

Jean smirked, "What can I say? I'm honest. I prefer being that than try to act tough when in reality you are scared shitless." The comment seemed to annoy Eren, seeing him stand up with a glare directed at Jean. The taller teenager didn't seem bothered in the slightest— he stood up too and both teenagers approached each other. But whatever they wanted to do was interrupted by the sound of the bell, signalizing dinner time was over.

The taller male just smiled unbothered, "well, my bad. It wasn't trying to judge the way you think," he held his hand in a weak and fake attempt to release the tension, "let's let it go."

"Yeah... I guess I overreacted," It was clear to [Name] that Eren didn't accept the fake apology, seeing him just slapping Jean's hand. He seemed to leave, but before he did he looked at [Name] as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. Clenching his jaw, he averted [Name]'s prying gaze and left with a frown.

Would he be angry with me forever? [Name] stared at the table, upset. Mikasa and Armin weren't angry with him—and even if they told him Eren's anger wouldn't last that long he didn't fully believe them. Maybe he should speak to him... but how?

It seemed the time he had with Jean these two years had made him more sensitive about friendship, in some way. After all, he did felt some guilt about what happened. But what he could have done? He was just a kid.

"You okay?" Marco's gentle voice is heard, looking at his friend in worry.

"Yeah. I'm just... sleepy," he rubbed his eyes, "where's Jean?"

"Outside... I think someone's with him." He looked at the door, seeing Jean talking to a short guy.

[Name] didn't feel too lively now, and the only thing he thought about was laying in bed. He guessed he had to get up early in the morning tomorrow. Standing up, he took the last bite on his bread, not feeling hungry anymore. "I want to sleep already... I'm heading back."

"A-Ah, I'm going with you!"

Just as he wanted to leave, he bumped onto someone else, instantly hearing a shaky apology. [Name] blinked, lifting his gaze to meet someone incredibly taller than him.

It looked like the taller guy recognized him from somewhere, seeing his widening eyes.

[Name] knew those eyes.

"Ah— you are the one with pretty eyes from back then. And the one from when Shadis was yelling at us..." He spoke with his dull voice, not noticing some questioning gazes he got for the compliment. The brunette blushed, stuttering. "You are taller."

"You know him?" Marco asked, looking at both of them with prying eyes.

"Yes. We met in the refugee." He looks at him, "I never got your name."

"Uhm, B-Bertholt!" He seemed shy.

"Nice to meet you." He smiled, tilting his head.

"Bertholt! We—" A more deep voice came trough, but stopped when he saw company. It was a blonde and buffed guy— [Name] remembered him too. Seemed he did too, because his expression was the same as the brunette's, "Y-You are from back then!"

"There was someone else with you, wasn't it? Is she here too?"

"A-Ah, well, yes. She's around." The blonde smiles, "nice to see you again. I'm Reiner, by the way."

They both were going to the dormitory too, so Marco and [Name] stick with them. When they saw Jean outside they invited him to head back with them, but he had told them he was going to stay a little longer outside.

The four teenagers began to head back, and as expected, Reiner and Marco did the most of the talking, while Bertolt and [Name] quietly stayed in the back. The amnesiac boy looked carefully at the brunette, as if he was inspecting him. That only made Bertolt nervous.

He took Bertolt's hand, surprising the brunette. [Name] let out some hums and ah's, "you are huge. How did you get so tall...?" He compared his hand with the other's, looking at the difference while the brunette's face went red by the touch.

"U-Uhm, thanks...?" He said unsure— was that a compliment...?

"Tell me your secrets." Sparks appeared in [Name]'s eyes as he tightly hold Bertolt's hand. The brunette began to sweat, feeling shy and awkward by the touch.

"Uhm... Reiner..."

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Just as they got to their destination, [Name] wasted no time in throwing himself on the bed. Laying on his stomach, the pillow where he pressed his face on made his voice get muffled, "good night" he tried to say, ignoring any sort of conversation somebody wanted to have with him.

The three teenagers just saw him. He really was either lazy or just uninterested about everything.

"He sure likes to sleep a lot..." The freckled boy said, impressed. He knew it would be a pain to wake him up in the morning tomorrow.

The blonde laughed, "let's see who wakes up first— [Name] or Bertolt? Looks like you two have something in common." The comment received a grunt from his friend.

The three spoke a little bit before going to sleep, even when Jean got back. He wasn't surprised seeing his friend already asleep, and remembering he wasn't sharing bed with him made him grumpy before going to bed. Unluckily, his past thoughts about how handling [Name]'s touchy behavior made him pretty awake all night. Was it really a problem? Did he really pay attention of what others think about their relationship? Well, if they thought they were in one it was even better, wouldn't be? Even more if that jackass Jaeger knew about it. Just remembering the looks he gave them made him snicker. Unfortunately, that wouldn't matter if [Name] himself didn't feel anything romantically for him.

Fucking hell. Can this be more complicated?!

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Another Day on the Job

Summary: You hunt with the Winchesters, while dating the older brother. When you get another werewolf case, it seems like it will be just another day hunting. But what if it turns out to be a literal nightmare?

Warnings: fluff, werewolves, angst, character’s death, swearing

Pairing: Dean Winchester x huntress!Reader

Word Count: 2077

A/N: This story has been requested by the special @flamencodiva. Hopefully this story is something you guys will enjoy, despite the angst, or maybe because of it? ;) . Let me know what you guys thought :) xx Full request: May I request A Dean Winchester x Reader where the reader dives in front of him to protect him from a monsters attack?

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Dean looked around him and saw a familiar surrounding. A crappy motel room, with two queen-sized beds, faded yellow-green wallpaper with what probably used to be a floral design, one old and a shabby table with two different chairs sitting opposite each other, and a door ajar to the bathroom, which looked more like a scene from a shitty horror movie than anything else.

He sat up on the bed, and looked towards the table where you and Sam were sitting, both on your notebooks, clicking furiously, trying to find what killed those two couples.

Dean knew what killed them, it was fairly evident from the way the victims were mutilated, but the two of you just wanted to be 100% sure before you went on a hunt.

He slumped back on the bed and put his arms behind his head, just watching you work. He was fairly sure that if you saw him awake, you’d be pissed at him for not helping the two of you, but he really couldn’t be less bothered. It was a werewolf or a pack of them, and all you had to do was to take your silver bullets and get hunting.

You scrunched your nose at something you were reading, and Dean had to smile. He loved those little wrinkles around your eyes and nose from your grimaces. You always complained about them, but to Dean, there wasn’t a single thing he would change on you. You were perfect just the way you were.

From the way, your hair was all over the place when you woke up because you turned left and right the whole night, or the way you snorted when Dean said something really funny or stupid, he loved it all.

He was quite sure he was daydreaming when he heard a cough from the table, and when he looked back at you, he saw you staring at him with your brow raised. He smiled apologetically and got up to kiss your forehead, which made Sam roll his eyes at the two of you.

“Alright, so we know it was at least two different werewolves from the scarred tissue on the second and third victim, so we gotta prepare. There may be more, we can’t be sure, so just be ready, ok?” Sam said sternly, getting up from the table and going to get his bag full of handguns.

You looked at Dean, and you both rolled your eyes at Sammy’s behaviour. Sure, werewolves could be bitches, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. You’ve been through much worse than a bunch of crazy beasts, and so it seemed a little unnecessary for Sam to act so tough. But you weren’t about to protest, because you knew you’d get a lecture on safety and whatnot, and you weren’t in the mood, not that you ever were.

Dean pecked your lips lovingly, and you caressed his cheek, revelling at the feeling of his stubble under your fingertips. Dean loved it when you touched him, whether it was his cheek, his back, or little Dean, it didn’t matter to him. Your touch was like a remedy for him, and he sought it all the time.

You got up from the table and went to get your things, Dean hot on your heels, slapping your ass cheek in the process. You had to giggle at his childishness, and the sound was music to Dean’s ears.

He remembered the first time he heard your laugh and even then he thought it was the cutest sound he’s ever heard. It was at Jody’s party, which you attended because you have been Jody’s friend for years. When Dean saw you, he thought you were totally out of his league. You looked like a badass even from afar, and he knew that his regular moves wouldn’t be enough to get you where he wanted you.

Safe to say, it took him almost 6 months to even ask you out, and even then he was a stuttering mess, and you had to try really hard not to laugh at his adorably flushed face. But you went out with him, and he made sure you didn’t get away.

Five years later, you were still by his side, and you two were stronger than ever. Hunting together, eating junk food and drinking together, having so much sex even Dean had a hard time walking some days, this relationship was everything Dean ever dreamt of.

Dean snapped out of it when he realised you were walking out of the door to join Sammy by the Baby, and Dean rushed to get his own things, and he sprinted out of the door to get to the driving seat before Sam got any ideas.

The drive towards the place where you supposed the werewolves were hiding was filled with light chatter between you and Dean, talking about what you’d have for dinner, and what movie you wanted to see. There was one particular with Chris Evans that you were super excited about, and even though Dean knew it was most probably just to stare at Chris Evans for 2 hours straight, he agreed to watch it with you. At least then he could be there to cover your eyes if Evans was to put down his shirt… Dean wouldn’t want you to think of any other man in bed, and he would make sure that it never happened!

When you got to the abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the town, you both shut up and turned on your hunters’ modes. The ones where you were alert to any sound around you, listening to your instinct like it was speaking directly in your ear.

You squeezed Dean’s hand, something you always did before the actual hunt, and he squeezed back, telling you that the three of you got this. He was sure that it would be one of the easier hunts, and the three of you could be home by the next afternoon.

You crept towards the cottage, each brother taking a different side so that you had most of the ground covered, and when you saw the first werewolf, already turned into the monster, you hollered at the boys and attacked him.

What you thought would be a pack of three wolves at most, turned out to be one with 10 of them. There was a lot of yelling and guns firing, screeching and gurgling and whatnot, from the dying monsters in front of you.

From the corner of his eye, Dean saw that there were people in the cottage, tied up to chairs, probably waiting for slow deaths, and he felt pretty great to have come at that particular moment. He could be proud of all that hard work later when the man and the woman inside were actually free, and they could live their lives happily, even if probably traumatised for the rest of their lives.

Dean was lunging at his third werewolf because the guns just weren’t enough and he had to use his knife. Dean fought off the monster, only to have it lunge at him again, this time with much more strength. Still, it didn’t faze Dean, and so when the werewolf tried to attack his right side, Dean ducked and coming back up, he pierced the knife through its throat, slicing a clean line.

While he was busy doing that, he forgot to look around himself.

He thought all the werewolves were dead and so it came as a surprise when he heard a grave howl from somewhere behind him, and when he turned around, a werewolf was running straight to him. But because he was relatively close, Dean didn’t have the time to move, and so he just stood there, waiting for the inevitable.

He heard a pained scream, and when he looked down, he saw you in front of him, with a werewolf’s claw wedged deep inside your chest.

Dean heard himself yell, and he took the knife he was holding and shoved it deep inside the beast’s heart. He didn’t care what happened after that because he was too busy inspecting your injuries. And boy, were they bad.

“Stay with me, Y/N! You hear me? You’re gonna be alright, we just gotta call Cas real fast, baby,” Dean sobbed, not even realising he was crying until he felt something hot coming down his cheeks.

“‘M fine, babe! I’m always fine. It’s just a little scratch,” you whispered, your voice raspy and shaky.

Dean could see your eyes closing and the way you tried to fight their weight, but it was obviously stronger than you. He was praying like crazy for Castiel to come, to heal the love of his life because he couldn’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without you in it.

Your chest was now bleeding heavier and heavier, and when he looked around, he could see a bunch of dead werewolves, but not Sammy. Dean only hoped Sam was also praying to whoever was listening to come and help his girl.

“I love you, Dean, and I-“

“NO!” Dean yelled, hugging you to his chest tightly. “Don’t make it sound like you’re saying goodbye. You’re not going anywhere, you’ll be fine, you’ll be-“

When Dean looked down into his arms, he saw your lifeless body slumped against his chest, your eyes closed, and your mouth ajar.

Dean closed his eyes and chanted your name like a prayer, trying to think of something to do just to get you back. He could hear somebody calling his name, but it felt like it was too far away, and frankly, Dean didn’t care. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else but your dead form in his arms.

—-

Something or someone was shaking his whole body, and when he opened his eyes, Dean saw your worried face staring down at him. He sat up so fast he almost hit your forehead.

He was breathing heavily, and he tried to remember where he was and what was happening. Was it Gabriel playing tricks again? Did he go to some kind of fantasy land to be able to be with you?

“Baby, what is going on? You were crying out my name while you were sleeping. Are you alright?” You asked him worriedly, touching his cheek in the process. This small move and the feeling in Dean’s stomach told him that this was very much real, that you were actually there with him, and that it wasn’t any trick or joke.

“We- we were on a werewolf hunt in Tacoma, and, and you jumped in front of me to save me and the beast got you and you fucking died in my arms!” Dean said, his breathing still shallow and heavy from all the panic he felt not moments ago.

You smiled at him and brought him to your chest, patting his head and letting your fingers wove into his hair to massage his scalp. When you finally felt his shoulders relax, and his breathing got back to normal, you pushed him away slightly, only to grab his face in your hands, making him face you.

“That hunt happened two weeks ago, Dean. And while I did try to get between you and the werewolf, Sammy was faster, and he shot it before it could actually hurt me. It scratched me, sure, but I’ve been through worse,” you smiled at him, and let him connect all the dots.

Dean suddenly realised that what you were saying was true. You had a little scar between your breast from the werewolf’s claw, but that was it. You didn’t die in his arms, nor did you even bleed that bad.

He sighed heavily, and let you draw him near you once again. Making your scent and your voice calm and soothe him enough that he could fall asleep again. It was all just a bad dream. But deep down, Dean knew that it could happen any day in this line of work, and he had to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

He would drive to the city tomorrow and buy you a ring. You deserved a fucking diamond for all you had to go through with him. He would make you his wife to show fate his middle finger. You two would survive this shit-show of a world. Or you would go down kicking. Both of you.

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champagne-bucky · 4 years

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For smut prompts, do u think u can do Bucky w/ 1 and 35?

Negative Reinforcement

Warnings: brat reader x dark! bodyguard Bucky, dub con/ non con, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial

Notes: This was another prompt request given to me by @fan-girly-girl . I hope you enjoy it!!

It was wrong, you knew it was. If your bodyguard found out you snuck out he’d kill you before your father could. You weren’t really a defiant person, but something about the lack of attention your mother and father gave you made you snap one day and act out.

While they would bury themselves in work (or a new intern), they would often leave you to your own devices. This resulted in your going out and partying. Blackout drunk and passed out in the bed of a stranger or high on some type of drug, your parents decided to hire Bucky to keep you in a straight line.

He was more like a babysitter than an actual bodyguard. Always telling you to do your school work right when you got home from college, feeding you gross healthy stuff for dinner (and don’t even try to sneak a sweet after you thought he went to bed, he never goes to bed), and telling you when your bedtime is. You’ve had enough one night when he told you to be a good girl and do as your told.

A good girl? What are you some sort of pet? You were so disgusted and pissed off at him that you snuck out of the window in your bedroom and met your friends down the street to go to this party the frat house was holding.

You were having a great time, you were a little tipsy and were looking to get high. This really hot guy got you to follow him to his room cause he said he had stuff to smoke. Before you could even get up the stairs you felt someone grab your wrist and thrust you over their shoulder...Bucky.

“Ugh, let me down you loser, fuck you Bucky you’re so embarrassing,” you began to pound his back with your fists. The whole party watched the scene unfold as Buck tossed you in the backseat of his car.

“Let me fucking go asshole,” it left as soon as it came. Bucky had slapped your cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark. You gasped, “you’re an animal! Just wait until I tell daddy about this!”

Bucky made his way to the drivers seat and sped off, leaving you tumbling around in the back. You kept yelling profanities at him on the drive back home. It was when you stopped at a red light that he turned around a grabbed you by the throat, hard enough to silence you.

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you, be a good girl and be quiet,” you spit in his face.

“Bite me!” You were freaking out as he tossed you back and sped off to your house.

Bucky was fuming, out of all the jobs he had taken as a bodyguard you were by far the worst client ever. So bratty and spoiled. Your parents gave you everything you wanted and you were never thankful. Meanwhile, Bucky grew up living in an uncomfortably small apartment and slept on a mattress that was two sizes to small for him. He wanted to get payback on the rich brat who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

—

Pulling up at the house, Bucky threw you over his shoulder again and walked you inside. He ignored the profanities spilling from your sinful lips and took you to your room.

You were thrown on your bed and Bucky walked to your door and locked it. “What are you doing?” He ignored you and took off his belt. Your eyes widened and you tried to run to your window and jump out.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bucky had caught you and pinned your wrists behind your back. “Remember what I said about a punishment? Well now your gonna be a good girl and take it,” you couldn’t see it, but he smirked and began to unzip the back of your dress.

“What the fuck?! Bucky, Bucky, please stop! What are you doing? STOP!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he removed your dress in one swift motion. You were left bare chested with only a thong to conceal your modesty. You were a sobbing mess as Bucky began to grope you.

“Such pretty tits. All you do is prance around this house in your designer overpriced bullshit that makes every curve of your body pop. It’s about time someone teaches you what happens when you’re a tease.”

You tried to get away, but Bucky only tutted and wrapped his belt tightly around your wrists. “You’re not going anywhere, baby. Now lay down so I can give you your punishment,” Bucky forces your head down into the mattress and leaves your back arched. Your ass was high up in the air and Bucky felt it up.

“So pretty, can’t wait to ruin it. Can’t wait to ruin you,” he slapped one cheek really hard which caused you to cry out into your sheets. Bucky then had one finger rub up and down your slit, making sure to find the sweet nub nestled somewhere down there.

When he found it he rubbed and rubbed till he heard a low whine coming from your mouth. “Aww, you like this don’t ya, pretty. You like it when I touch you. Bet those filthy boys don’t know anything about pleasing a woman.” Well he wasn’t wrong, most times you faked it in order to have a bed to sleep in that night. Tonight though, a real man was touching you like you always dreamed of.

Bucky removed your underwear and admired the little bit of wetness that slicked you up. He took one finger and gathered some on it before he sucked it. “Mmmm, tastes so good, pretty. You even taste rich,” Bucky then took three fingers to you. Two inside and one in your clit.

He had no mercy on you. Pushing, pulsing, and twisting in and out till your pussy was making sweet squelching noises. You shouldn’t have been enjoying it. If your father found out he’d kill you before he’d kill Bucky.

“S-stop,” you pathetically plead.

“Oh I don’t think you want me to stop now. Not when your so close to coming undone,” you moaned as he hit the stop that drive you crazy.

“M-more.”

“What, baby? What you say?” Bucky was smirking and sped up.

“OH FUCK BUCKY MORE. PLEASE I’LL BE GOOD. I WANT MORE,” you pulsed around him as you chased your release. Just as you were about to hit it, Bucky withdrew his fingers.

“W-wha-,” you were sobbing now.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum. Now be a good girl and count ‘em for me,” Bucky then slapped his hand harshly on your ass.

“O-one.”

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photochoco · 3 years

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New Recruit

After an unfortunate run-in with a client, Wisteria finds themselves with a curse. Luckily, Black Cauldron is here to help.

Pinprick and Bianca had been the closest to the disturbance. Patrolling had its perks, one of them being that you never knew when you might conveniently stumble upon magical mayhem.

Well, they didn’t stumble upon it so much as they heard a pained screech split through the air as they walked along. Rushing towards the source, they rounded a corner and into an alley-

Someone in a pointed hat stood with their back to the Cadets, holding a second person up by their throat. Magic crackled in the air like static.

A witch.

“HEY!” Bianca yelled. Pinprick rushed past her, talons outstretched.

The witch barely sidestepped his swipe in time, their hat getting nicked in the process. Scrambling onto their broom, they rose up into the air and took off above the buildings.

“Pin, go after ‘em! I’ll take care of the kid.”

Despite being a giant, Pinprick was very fast. He gave a single nod and leapt up onto a nearby house, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit.

The civilian was laying in a heap on the ground, unmoving.

Bianca swore under her breath as she skidded to a halt next to them, grabbing their shoulder and rolling them over. Whatever had happened with the witch, it seemed like they'd put up a fight, smeared blood drying on the corners of their mouth.

“Damn kid...I’m sorry…” Bianca muttered as she noticed the streams of multicolor flowing in rivulets from their closed eyes. It coated their hands as well; it was no doubt caused by a curse. At least they were breathing. Bianca considered calling for backup before Pinprick leapt down in front of her.

He wore a frustrated scowl. “The witch got away. They were too far ahead.”

Bianca sighed in resignation. “Dammit. Well, let’s at least count it as a win that they didn’t kill this kid here. Look at ‘er eyes though, I think they got cursed. We gotta- hff- get ‘em to Tracy- Geezus they’re a deadweight-” she sunk under their weight as she tried to hoist them up, an arm around their shoulders.

“Here, let me-” Pinprick gently scooped them into his arms. Their head sagged against his chest and they didn’t stir beyond a small mumble that was barely audible. “Poor thing…” he murmured, cradling them carefully against himself.

“Let’s get 'em back to BC and see what the damage is. Hopefully nothin’ too bad.”

---

A myriad of voices reached her ears, but she couldn’t really understand what anyone was saying through her exhaustion. She wanted to go back to sleep.

Consciousness came slow, discouraged by soft, warm blankets. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible had happened…She scrunched her face up. It felt like...there was something...

“Oh shit, they moved!”

“She’s waking up!”

“Oooooh do you think she’ll wanna become a Cadet?”

“Whaddaya think happened?”

“Ok everyone, that’s enough, off you go! There will be plenty of time for meet and greet later!”

Coherent thought was returning in a steady stream, and it was now that she realized there were bandages around her eyes. Bandages? Is that why her eyelids felt so hot and swollen…? Or was it because her eyes felt hot and swollen that she had bandages…? Did something happen to them?

She sat up rather abruptly, hearing a squeal of surprise in response to her quick movement. Her eyes...were really itchy. They itched, but they stung more, like a dull ache. Like someone had blown pepper flakes into her eyes…they automatically watered in response to the thought.

Her head throbbed. Ugh...it felt like something was hammering the inside of her skull...She pressed a hand to her temple in protest of the sudden headache.

“Welcome back, dear. You gave us a bit of a scare, being out for so long.”

She jumped at the voice and heard a soft chuckle.

“No need to be jumpy, now. You’re at Black Cauldron. My name is Tracy Pan, I’m a nurse here.”

“Black Cauldron…” she echoed. “You mean the guild for cursed people…?”

“The very same. One of our teams found you in an alley. It looked like you had been attacked. Does that seem familiar at all?”

It did. She nodded, her mouth suddenly becoming dry. If she was here, at Black Cauldron, did that mean…?

“I’ll get straight to the matter at hand. When our Cadets found you, you seemed to have color streaming from your eyes. When you got here, your eyelids were pretty irritated and swollen, hence the bandages as a precaution. It’s very possible you’ve been cursed.”

Wisty was silent as the nurse methodically unwound the gauze and peeled the medical tape off the pads over her eyes.

“I...don’t really remember a lot about what happened. They were a client of mine, they were angry about...something about the art I made for them? We got into a fight and...they shot some sort of spell at me.”

“Hm hm! And what’s your name?”

She could barely squeeze it out of her rapidly tightening throat as dread coiled in her gut . “...W-Wisteria. Wisteria Inkwell. Or...Wisty...”

“Pleasure to meet you, Wisty. I’m going to remove your bandages. When they’re off, make sure to open your eyes slowly. If you are cursed, there’s a high likelihood that it affected your eyes.”

Please don’t let it be what she thought it was.

Please let that have been from shock. Please...

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she opened them.

Everything was grey. Greys and whites and blacks, like she was looking at an old photograph. Monochrome. The color was gone. Wisty’s heart had started to pound so hard she could feel each thump in her chest. The dread uncoiled and shot through her veins, bringing with it a wave of cold.

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot--

No. No. No. No way. This couldn’t be happening.

She would not cry, not in front of other people, let alone a stranger. Emotions she couldn’t place were whirling about inside her so fast. But her face was blank as she willed the tears back. She felt very dizzy.

“Hm hm!” A small plump woman popped into her view, a troll? She leaned in close, examining her eyes. “It would seem it is indeed a curse on your eyesight. Or is it perhaps a different version of soul loss…? Your eyes are voided out like another one of our Cadets, but his are white, yours are black. What do you see?”

Wisty fought off tears. “There’s no color. I can’t see color, I--they-- they took color from me...they--”

“Interesting, interesting…and how else do you feel?” Tracy continued.

The room was spinning.

“I...uh…kin...kinda...dizzy...” Wisty mumbled. “I think ‘m gonna b’ sick…”

“Hmm, you might be in shock. How about we… …”

The rest of the nurse’s words were lost to the static roar that started in Wisty’s ears. Everything sounded very far away all of a sudden, she herself felt like she was floating. She could see things, hear things, but she couldn’t make sense of any of it. She tried to breathe in steadily, but her chest was burning. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She felt herself falling freely through space.

Where was the color?

---

It was quiet when Wisty came to again. Jeez...what happened? Had they fainted?

They opened their eyes, slowly.

It was no less gut-wrenching the second time.

The world was still in grayscale, and the sickening feeling swelled inside them all over again. They looked around and listened, eyes already brimming with tears. They were alone. Good.

They buried their face into their knees and sobbed. They sobbed until they felt like they were going to be sick. Their throat was tight and their head pounded, they cried until they had no tears left. The colorful world they’d loved so much was gone. And it wasn’t going to come back. Small wails mixed in with their sobs, thankfully muffled by the blankets.

Finally, they calmed themself down with a series of long sighs that shook their frame. They wiped their eyes and looked around, sniffling. Urgh, now they’d given themself a nasty headache and they couldn’t breathe through their nose. They slipped out of bed to find the bathroom. They could use some cold water on their face.

Wisty approached the door and went to open it, only to have it swing forward on its own, causing them to yelp in response.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t--excuse me--”

The pair of legs in the doorway bent down, and an incredibly tall ghoul ducked through the threshold.

“Ahem.” He straightened himself up to his full height, easily over nine feet. “Apologies cupcake, I didn’t see you there. Actually, should you even be out of bed? You haven’t been taking your curse very well.”

Wisty squirmed and hastily wiped at her eyes. “I, um, I actually feel fine now. I just wanted some water.”

He leaned down, putting his face too close to hers, and gently pressed a long pointed finger onto her cheek. She resisted the urge to shrink away. What if he noticed--

“Now, why the waterfalls?”

Crap.

“I. Um.”

The ghoul studied her expression and grinned widely with a chuckle, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Wisty averted her gaze. What colors was he? Frustrated tears bubbled up again. The ghoul cocked his head and continued to grin. Then his eyebrows hopped up and his smile dropped in surprise.

“Oh my. That doesn’t look normal.”

“H-Huh?” Wisty wiped at her eyes and was startled to smell...what was that? Ink? She pulled her hand away.

Some sort of dark substance was smeared across the back of her hand. She looked at it. Looked up at the ghoul. Back to the ink. Then the ghoul. He stared back with a surprisingly calm expression.

“Side effect of your curse, perhaps?” he suggested.

Fighting back the urge to just up and scream, Wisty replied, “Uuuhhhhh maybe? Hope this isn’t a permanent thing-”

“Yo Pin, quit hoggin’ the doorframe!”

A girl with long gelatinous-looking hair squeezed past the ghoul, her eyebrows also hopping up when she saw Wisty.

Oh, you’re awake! ‘S about time too, you were startin’ to freak us all out! Especially after you fainted right outta the bed.”

She stuck her hand out, and Wisty took it in her own. The girl’s hand was very warm.

“I’m Bianca Frost, and this is my partner Pinprick! We make up Team B of Black Cauldron. We found you in an alley.”

“Oh--oh my god, you guys saved me? Thank you!!”

Bianca shrugged and rubbed the back of her head, looking away.

“Eh, it was nothin’. I’m just sorry we didn’t find you sooner. Uh, how are ya feelin’ now? You know your eyes are...uh, leaking, right?”

“Y-Yeah, dunno what’s up with that. I’m...better. It’s still kinda a big shock,” Wisty rubbed at her eyes again. “Do you have a bathroom in here? I wanted to get some water and clean my face.”

At her insistence that she felt fine enough to do it herself, Bianca pointed Wisty in the direction of the restrooms. They were easy to find, tucked around the corner from a bar area. There were several people sitting at tables, and they all swiveled their heads to stare at her as she walked by. With a weird flip in her stomach, Wisty hurriedly shut the door behind her as whispers began.

Purposefully avoiding the mirror, they splashed their face with water, sighing as it soothed their itchy, swollen eyes. Wisty braced themselves, head hanging with one hand on either side of the sink. They stared down at the wisps of ink mixing with the water as it all swirled down the drain. They could deal with this. It would be fine. They’d be fine. They’d find a way to keep making art, this was fine. They cupped their hands under the stream and took several thirsty gulps. This was manageable. People got cursed all the time. (As unfortunate as that was.)

Wisty sighed again. They wondered if the curse affected how their eyes looked. Steeling themself, they looked in the mirror. Their eyes were completely black, no visible iris or sclera to be seen.

“Whoooooooaaaa,” They couldn’t help the exclamation as they leaned in closer, staring at their reflection with wide eyes. “Haha, what the hell…?”

They pulled their eyelid down and rolled their eyeball around, looking this way and that; the whole thing was as solid and black as an 8 ball and reflected no light. Kinda like that pigment of black they used once-

A thought struck them- what would people think if they saw their eyes? Would they avoid her? Would people commission art from a cursed person who couldn’t even see the colors she was using? Cursed people in Salem were viewed with pity, and sometimes worse, outright scorn for being damaged goods. Would they have to wear sunglasses or something? What if--

There was a knock on the door.

Pin’s -that was his name right?- voice sounded on the other side, muffled, “Hey cupcake, are you almost done in there? John wants to talk to you.”

John? Who’s that…? Wisty opened the door. Two people dressed in Ironmaiden uniforms were waiting to greet her. One was a tall, imposing-looking woman with her greying hair neatly twisted into a bun. She looked severe, but her eyes looked at Wisty gently. Next to her was an equally-tall oxen hybrid, standing with his arms crossed. He looked at Wisty just as kindly, despite his intimidating appearance. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, clenching it in her hands.

“You’re Wisteria Inkwell, correct?” the woman asked. Wisty nodded.

“My name is Elanor Pan, founder of Black Cauldron. This here is John Bullock, chief of the Iron Maidens.”

“We wanted to ask you a few questions. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” John said, noting Wisty’s sudden nervous expression. “We wanted to ask you about the witch that cursed you. It’s our understanding they got away after attacking you.”

“Oh, no! I don’t mind at all…” Wisty replied, feeling relief wash over her.

“Good. Now, if you’ll come this way…” John ushered Wisty into another room. Before the door closed, she looked back at the entourage that was still gathered. They all stared at her.

Wisty rubbed at her eyes.

---

She ambled back out the door a good while later, now rubbing at her temple. John and Ela had peppered her with questions about her assailant until her head was spinning. They certainly were thorough. She’d drawn them a picture of the witch that had cursed her, which ate up even more time as she tried to recall as many details about them as possible. Then...more questioning. A drop of whatever-the-heck was dripping out of her eyes nearly ruined the whole damn drawing.

Wisty wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to have happen. Did she want the witch to be arrested? Did she want revenge? Out of all the things she was feeling, anger wasn’t very high on the list at the moment. Both John and Ela had assured her the drawing she made, as well as the details she provided, would be put on the wanted board in Black Cauldron.

On that topic… Ela had said…

The people still in the bar area chose that moment to pounce, all but swarming around her.

“Hey! Did Ela talk to you about becoming a Cadet?”

“What kind of curse do you have?”

“Want some soda?”

They were all talking over each other so loudly Wisty could hardly piece together what any one person said. She was luckily saved by Elanor, who swept out of the room behind her.

“Really now! I’d said there’d be time for introductions later, but this poor child has had a very long day and she certainly doesn’t need to be bombarded by you all at once. I know you’re all excited about the prospect of a new Cadet, but please, be considerate. Don’t scare them off just yet!” she said, a good-humored smile curving her mouth. She placed a hand on Wisty’s shoulder and looked down at her, still smiling. “Think about my offer, won’t you? I think you’d be a valuable member here.”

“I’ll think about it, for sure,” Wisty said.

Ela nodded. “Good. In the meantime, would you like to stay here awhile until you’re feeling better? Maybe get yourself acquainted with some of our Cadets here.”

“I’m- Thank you very much Mrs. Elanor-” Wisty managed to squeak out as Bianca grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away.

“Just Ela is fine, dear!”

Bianca ushered a bewildered Wisty into a seat, and the remaining chairs at the table were very quickly filled in. A stout girl with hair that curled at the ends trotted up to the crowd, notepad in hand.

“Hi! I’m Cameilla, a waitress here. Can I get you anything to drink?” she chirped, smiling wide.

“I’d looooove a soda-” a boy at the table started. “She was talking to the new kid, not you,” someone else retorted.

“Well...if it’s not too much trouble, I’m literally dying for a lemonade right now,” Wisty said.

Cameilla smiled and hopped away towards the kitchen. “Cameilla is the youngest Cadet,” Bianca said. “She’s not keen on the whole fighting thing, so she works as a waitress here instead!”

She returned a very short time later with Wisty’s lemonade, and the questions began.

The first to speak was Pinprick. “So, my dear, care to share with the rest of the class? Why don’t we get those introductions out of the way.”

“Oh! I’m Wisteria. Just Wisty is fine.”

Everyone looked at her expectantly. One of the Cadets tapped near their eyes and pointed at her.

“Oh right, my curse. Well...I can’t see color anymore,” Wisty found it was easier to talk about than she had anticipated. “I can still see and all, but it’s like--you know black and white photographs? It’s like that. I can still see value, but all the hue and saturation is gone.”

There was a wave of nods and aaaaaah’s that quickly turned into a collective scream as a thick, viscous liquid trickled down Wisty’s cheeks.

“Holy shit your eyes are melting!!”

“No no no no they’re not! They’ve been doing this ever since I woke up. I’m...really hoping this isn’t a thing my eyes just do now…”

Bianca slid a napkin dispenser her way and Wisty grabbed several, hurriedly rubbing at her face, grumbling in frustration.

“I swear, if this is just a thing for me now I’m gonna go feral,” she muttered.

“Being colorblind looks pretty metal,” a boy with glowing white eyes said, blowing a cloud of smoke out through his teeth. A cigarette was clenched between them.

Wisty wrinkled her nose and tried not to gag into the napkin. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke. The Cadet sitting next to the boy must have noticed, because he deftly yoinked it out of his comrade’s mouth.

“Yo Harvey, what the hell man?!” the boy squawked as the person in a bunny mask crumpled the cigarette in his hand.

“If you paid any attention to her face, you’d have seen your smokestack was making her sick, dumbass.” He turned to Wisty and stuck out his non-ash covered hand, which Wisty took and shook. “I’m Harvey. I make weapons for Cadets here. This idiot next to me is Dex.”

Dex gave a short wave, grinning widely. “Yep, that’s me! Dex, the resident heartthrob.”

Wisty blinked. “Oh, I’ve seen you before! You nearly ran me over with your bike once.”

Everyone present swiveled their heads to stare at Dex. He blinked.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

“...I did?”

“Oh my god Dex that is NOT what you say to someone you nearly flattened with your dumb bike!”

“Hey! DeeDee is NOT dumb! She--ow ow ow ow!” his words cut off with a squeal as Harvey sitting next to him grabbed him in a headlock.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

Wisty couldn’t help but giggle. “Um, have you all been here long?”

“Some of us have, yeah,” Harvey said. He released his hold on Dex, who sucked in air theatrically.

“Caldwell, the guy workin’ behind you? He helped form BC with Ela. They go way back,” Pinprick said. “Then we all joined one by one! There’s many more of us who aren’t here right now, but it’d be lovely if you met them, cupcake. We’re definitely a rag-tag bunch with a myriad of curses to match.”

Bianca tossed her hair, grinning in a way that seemed very much prideful. “A witch set me on fire and I turned into a lava elemental! Best thing that ever happened to me!”

“I mean, it’s fairly obvious for me,” Pinprick added, grinning equally widely. “Black Cauldron’s resident ghoul.”

Harvey was silent until Dex leaned on him hard enough to nearly push him off his chair.

“Oh god fine!” he relented, placing a hand on Dex’s face and shoving him away. “I was dared by some buddies of mine to put this mask on and it never came off,” he said. “Happy now?” he added to Dex, who was watching him with his chin in his hands, smiling mischievously.

“How do you eat then?!” Wisty balked.

“With a straw, duh.”

“What about you, Dex? Wh-”

“Sooooo!” Dex cut in. “Are you thinking about becoming a Cadet?”

“I mean, Ela did make the offer to me. But I dunno how much of a help I’d be to be honest. Fighting sounds interesting, buuuuut all I’m really good at is making art.”

“We can help teach you, if you join. And Harvey can make you a weapon!” Dex said. “And if ya want, maybe you could team up with someone, like Alphus over there, or—”

“I work alone, Dex boy,” the woman leaning on the wall nearby said.

Wisty shrunk in her seat.

“Oh, don’t mind her cupcake, she can be a little standoffish towards everyone at first,” Pinprick said, placing a reassuring hand on Wisty’s shoulder, nearly knocking her off her chair. “Honestly Alphus, be nice!”

Alphus shrugged. “Hey, never said I was against backup if I’d ever need it, which I won’t. Just so long as no one gets in my way.”

“So what was this about you being an artist?” Harvey inquired.

“Oh yeah! I mostly do commission work and run my studio outta my apartment. You might’ve seen some of my stuff if you visit the underground city.”

“Oooooh, can you show us some of your work?”

“Can you draw something right now?”

---

It ended up being pretty late when Wisty finally set off back home. A slight breeze wafted through the city streets, and they initially felt oddly at ease, despite everything that had happened. But as they walked along, gazing at familiar sights, a pit opened up in the bottom of their stomach. How were they going to deal with this? What would they tell their friends? Their family? The streetlamps that once felt so warm seemed frigid now, a dull grey. Values were mixing together and hard to tell apart. Wisty impatiently flicked away yet another trickle of black from their right eye.

Black Cauldron…

They’d heard of them for a long time, but they never imagined they might end up joining one day. And even now, they were still unsure. Everyone they had met were very friendly, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to become a Cadet. Maybe they could make recruitment posters or something. Or something. The last thing they wanted to be was a hindrance to anyone.

A single day at a time.

“Ugh!” Wisty shouted aloud, throwing their fists in the air.

They had time to think it over, even Ela had said so! There was no rush.

They’d take it one day at a time.

#stories #original story #skz #skullkidz #skull kidz #out in the field #wisteria #wisty #man this rewrite took foreverrrr #but i like it a lot more now :>

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 3 years

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Scars: Year four, Chapter ten

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack, self harm,

It's the full moon in six days, I hope she made the potion right....

Four days, I can't feel any effects...

Three days...

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"y/n, pretty sure the potion worked... but I can't find it in me to get out of bed... did slughorn say that was normal?"

Y/n leaned over Remus's half naked form while he placed his head in her lap and buried his face in her legs. She started threading her fingers in his hair and massaging the scalp as he groaned.

" he said the only thing that wouldn't go away was the sore limbs rem... you just have to push through it okay? Maybe a hot bath will help soothe your muscles."

The boy nodded his head before feebly attempted to sit up, only to fall straight back where she caught his body limp in her arms.

" Hey, Rem, just hold onto me okay, too much sudden movement will only make it worse for you." She pulled the boy's head up to her shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her waist while she did the same. Y/n started to inch herself off the bed and the boy followed her lead. When she finally got to the edge and stood, the boy's knees buckled and she had to pick his body up in her arms to keep him from crashing to the ground. He groaned out in pain and buried his nose in her neck.

“ someone had muscles...”

Y/n carried Remus to the bathroom before kicking the door open and setting him down on the toilet lid. She got on her knees and started to prepare a bath for the boy while he sat on the toilet lid in grey joggers, eyes closed. " I'll step out while you get in, if you need help I can go get your mum, dad or Jamal in here to help you get in." The girl turned and figeted awkwardly with a lock of her hair.

" I have to go and grab your towel but when I get back I'll knock on the door first. But um, after that your mum, dad and the rest of them'll be out. If you need me just call for me or knock on the floor or wall, I'll hear it unless I'm too far away okay."

The boy sitting on the toilet seat nodded his head, eyes wide open. Remus slowly started to stand up, knees almost buckling, but he managed to stand and move over to the wall. " So if this potion works,' his breath hitched in the throat,

' I'll be able to control it tonight?"

" I know it'll work Rem."

The girl nodded and went to close the door, biting her lip, and yet again Remus wanted nothing more than to-

" I'll be in the living room or bedroom if you need me."

And she shut the door with a snap.

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Y/n walked out of the room and took a

moment to calm her nerves.

All she could think about was why she couldn't help him with that last side effect, would the potion even work?

Am I not good enough?

Did I do something wrong?

But the biggest question rushing in and out of her brain was one she just couldn't brush off,

Is there something wrong with me?

The girl mentally came up with multiple answers to the question but she couldn't seem to sift through and find any good ones.

I mean, yeah, there are plenty of things wrong with me. I could rattle off more than a dozen right here and now.

But what does that have to do with helping Remus?

What does it matter with helping Remus, just focus on calming yourself down now.

Uh, no, she needs to help.

No, she can't help if she can't calm down!

Her mind was fighting against itself in more ways than many and soon enough she found herself on the floor of the Lupins other bathroom upstairs, pocketknife in hand. The raging battle inside her head had soon changed meaning and now she was fighting off the urge to cut, and failing. The girls breathing had became shallower, sharper and it came in in quick inhales. Mare had been walking by the bathroom on her way to her bedroom when she'd heard a sob. The older female quickly opened the door and came face to face with a rather upsetting sight. The girl crouched inform of Y/n's sobbing form and she locked the door before taking the knife away from the girl and grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to look the older girl in the eye.

Mare knew how the girl felt and immediately engulfed her in a hug, which the younger soon returned while attempting to breath.

Mare soon pulled back and grabbed the girls hands. " You have to breath for me Y/n, just breath okay honey, just breath."

The two girls were soon counting randomized numbers and the younger ones breathing soon returned to her, not fully but definitely enough to keep stability.

" Are you okay? Do you need to talk?"

The older girl pocketed her knife and looked Y/n in the eye. The smaller girl looked close to answering when she suddenly stopped and shook her head violently. " I would say yes but, um, I have to go and help Remus for now and get the next potion ready. I'm sorry, this is so selfish of me right now, I-'

Mare set her hands on Y/n's shoulders.

" Look at me kid. It's okay to cry, it's okay to feel pain, everybody hurts sometimes."

The older girl went and helped the girl up.

" It's not selfish to feel emotions, it's not selfish to feel pain. Don't let anyone tell you that okay."

She nodded and the taller girl smiled, putting a hand on her arm. " Now go to my bedroom and wait for me on the bed okay. I'll go help Remus then I'll be back with you. We can talk more there okay?"

She bit her lip before nodding.

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" Get your buttocks up Remus Lupin. After that get your arse to the bed and get some rest before tonight. We both know that if her potion didn't work that you'll need it. She says it'll work though, 100%."

The boy did as his elder sister asked of him and passed out like a light on his bed after exiting the bathroom and pulling on boxer shorts, grey joggers.

Mare walked back into her bedroom soon after to find Y/n curled up in a ball on her bed. The girl walked over and pulled Y/n's head down into her lap. " What happened to trigger you Y/n?"

The younger girl shook her head.

" You don't have to tell me anything okay. But if you don't mind, I want to ask when the last time you did anything like that was." The older girl started to rub her back and stroke her hair softly while humming a soothing tune.

“ two weeks ago...”

" is it wrong for me to be like this?"

Her voice cracked,

" i'm supposed to be helping rem out right now but i'm here being an emotional wreck instead..."

Her voice cracked,

" mare, is there something wrong with me?"

The older girl continued to stroke her hair. " No, honey no, there's nothing wrong with you. Why do you think somethings wrong with you baby?"

" I don't know..."

When Marabella Stiltz listened to the teenager who's head was resting in her lap, she knew that someone had broken her. Just by listening to the crack in her voice.

" Y/n, there's a song my mother used to sing to me when I was younger. It made me realize I was allowed to feel emotions, it was okay to cry, to feel hurt."

The older girl pulled her up and let her lay down in a more comfortable position on the bed while her head rested in the lap.

" When the day is long,

" And the night,

" the night is yours alone,

" When your sure you've had enough of this life,

" hang on,

" Don't let yourself go,

" 'Cause everybody cries,

" And everybody hurts,

" Sometimes."

She started to thread her fingers through the smaller girls hair,

" Sometimes everything is wrong,

" When your day is night alone,

“ If you feel like letting go,

" If you think you've had too much,

" Of this life,

" just, hang, on,

" 'Cause everybody hurts,

“ Take comfort in your friends,

" Everybody hurts,

" sometimes,

Marabella went and pulled the younger female into her chest where she continued to cry,

" Its okay to cry Y/n. It's okay to feel weak, it's okay to feel emotions, it's okay to feel sad and scared." The younger girl only nodded her head in response.

" it's okay..."

" it's not selfish of you to let some of the pain go.

" and crying doesn't make you weak either Y/n, don't let anyone tell you that."

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Mare Lupin stayed behind and helped

To keep track of Remus and watch over him while Y/n prepared potions and other things for him to take. Marabella reminded Y/n of her sister and Y/n reminded Mare of her's.

After those moments together the two girls formed somewhat of a bond, much like Y/n and her sister used to have.

Y/n was just finishing the last dose of Wolfsbane when the rest of the Lupins walked into the room and saw the boy laying in the girls lap while the other girl pressed a cool rag to his head. " Drink this Rem. I know it tastes bad but you have to take it if you want control tonight."

The boy painstakingly sat up and accepted the goblet from the girl sitting beside him before gulping the disgusting liquid down.

Hope walked over to the trio and crouched down by her son. " So, if this works Y/n, he won't be in as much pain as usual. He'll be in control?" The woman looked up at the girl in front of her with hesitation.

Without looking up from her cauldron she replied with a hint of gloom and sadness that only Remus could catch, " Yep. And don't worry, it'll work." Hope nodded before leaning down and kissing her son on the forehead.

She waved her hand in a way that told the others to follow her.

Once the others had left, Remus looked up to the girl who was packing up her supplies. " Why'd you sound sad earlier when mum asked you if it'd work? Are you not glad that I'm in less pain or is something else bothering you? I thought I heard someone crying earlier, was that you?" He pushed himself onto his elbows and gazed over at the girl who was purposely ignoring it. " No, I mean, I'm glad that it's working and I know it'll work! But- I'm just- I'm scared, Remus, I'm scared."

The girl finally turned back around and looked at the boy who'd come to stand next to her while she talked, it was then that he noticed the tears forming in her eyes. His hand came to rest on her shoulder. " Why are you scared? I- I trust you Y/n, I know that it'll work and- if Slughorn told you-'

" Slughorn didn't tell me how to do this Remus. I created the potion for my sister. And my stupid slight of hand is the reason she's dead." He looked at her face, brows furrowed. He didn't know that she had made the potion, she had only told him that the schools potions teacher had given her a list of ingredients and how to make the thing.

" What are you talking about?" His voice came out quiet.

" My- my sister was a werewolf. And- and I hated myself because I couldn't help her. So, I made a potion that gave her control over her body during the transformations. A few years back, I was making it when I heard a gunshot and my hand slipped.

" Of course I didn't realize it until, after she had been shot by the same gunman whom of which I now call stepfather."

Her voice quivered and Remus could see the tears in her eyes start to slip.

" I haven't made this potion in years and every time I think about it I think of my sister and what happened to her, because of me. I was going to go back and start making it for you- in first year, years back. But my stepdad and mum refused to give me the list.

" When my dad sent me that letter a few weeks ago, he had also included the list that- that my sister kept in the floorboards under her bed."

Remus's grip on her shoulder tightened slightly and his gaze turned softer. " and you're scared that the same thing's gonna happen to me aren't you?"

The girl silently nodded her head before she let out a sob, and soon after that, more came rushing along. Y/n dropped to the floor and Remus dropped right next to her.

He pulled the girl to his chest and let her cry while he thought about her words.

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Mrs Lupin brought Remus over to the secured door in the houses basement, hugged her son one last time, and Locked him in.

Hope walked over to Y/n and placed a hand on her shoulder. " I know it's going to work Y/n but we can never be too sure. I'm going to unlock the door early in the morning and give him some clothes. Don't worry child, he'll be fine."

The girl nodded and bit her lip.

Kiya walked over and tugged on Y/n's shirt sleeve. " Can you and Mare stay with me and Jamal tonight? We never sleep good on full moons." She nodded her lip at the girl and picked her up while Mare did the same for the other.

The group moved over to the children's bedroom and the kids pulled a bunch of pillows and a few blankets into Kiya's green tent. Y/n and Mare lay down in the fort before the two younger kids crawled into their laps and curled up under the blankets with the two older ones.

Suddenly, they heard an unsettling howl and the kids buried their heads further into the older girl's chest's with a whine.

" Hush little baby don't say a word,

Mare caught on to what Y/n was trying to do and started to sing along,

mammas gonna buy you a mockingbird,

and if that mockingbird won't sing,

mama's gonna but you a diamond ring,

if that diamond ring turns brass,

papas gonna buy you a looking glass,

and if that looking glass should crack,

The two little ones stopped crying and their breathing became slower,

Papas gonna buy you a jumping jack,

if that jumping jack won't hop,

papas gonna buy you a lollipop,

and when that lollipop is gone,

papas gonna buy you another one,

if that lollipops all eaten,

papas gonna buy you a real live pup,

if that puppy dog won't bark,

papas gonna buy you a meadowlark,

Hush little baby don't say a word, mammas gonna buy you a mockingbird,

and if that mockingbird won't sing,

mammas still 'gon love you through everything...

Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved!

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nebulawritings · 4 years

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A MISTAKE AND A CHOICE PART 4

Part four. Final part? I guess? Anymore think it would be a full blown fic. I need to stop my head running amok and write some fluff instead. Angsty ending ahead, you have been warned. Enjoy

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Four (and a bit)

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 [Choices Stories You Play]

Pairing: M!DrValentinexEthan M!DrValentinexBryce

Reading Time: ~ 5 minutes

Warning: None. Angst? So angsty. ____________________________________________________

The first week was hard, but manageable. Ethan threw himself into work, taking extra shifts when he could get them and staying at the office to work on the diagnostic teams cases. The other staff members put this down to him trying to make up for the length of time he had been away, but the real reason was much closer to home. Because, when he ran out of things to do, his mind wandered to Casey and his last words. “What I really want”. The senior Doctor had repeated that phrase over and over, almost as if it were a mantra. He realised, not too soon after saying goodbye to Dr Valentine, that the time he had spent in in the Amazon had not been remotely helpful in guiding him to what he really, truly, wanted. He’d spent far too much time trying to hide from his feelings, not entertain the thought of embracing them.

Often, when he allowed himself a walk to the local coffee shop, he would attempt to imagine his life with, and without, Casey Valentine. The ironic thing was, that every time he went to the coffee shop, he would be reminded of the other Doctor, their times together and conversations. His walks started to take him a different route, and he began to frequent standing in front of a small, inconspicuous jewellery shop. They had very pretty rings and necklaces, and elegant headpieces and bracelets. He would stare at them, not really taking in the sight, as he thought about what it would be like to live with Casey as his partner. Embrace his feelings. To show him off, take him to fancy dinners and introduce him to his father, formally, all the things a good partner would do. He made his mind up quickly, within 48 hours, so he was relatively calm as the week rolled to an end, although he subconsciously checked his phone one too many times. But the following Monday morning came, and no contact from Casey followed. One weeks silence rolled into two, and two soon turned into four. He, of course, questioned Naveen almost endlessly about where Casey was, but he would be told that Mass Kenmore still needed him, and to be patient, and they hadn’t agreed an end date. So Ethan waited. Every day that ticked by, he would walk by the jewellery shop. Week three he went inside. Week five, and he left with a box. It was inconspicuous enough, but he hid it in his pocket none the less, until he was back at his office. He opened it, slowly, and regarded the simple platinum watch inside. It was handsome yet refined, and Ethan had chosen it specifically for the practicality. After all, he couldn’t have a flashy watch around the hospital. He then pulled up his sleeve, and looked upon the watch already sitting on his wrist. In fact, it had been there since he’d received it at his graduation; a gift from his father. The watch had belonged to his father, and his father before him and before him, who was gifted it by some sort of British royal family member for bravery or some such as Ethan understood it. It wasn’t shiny and new, although it was beautiful and intricate. You wouldn’t know looking at it, but the single item was more valuable to Ethan than anything else could be, from a sentimental point of view. For a man who was not overly enamoured with the idea of sentimentality and material items, it really was priceless. It represented courage, and reminded him of how proud he was when he graduated. How happy he was to see his father smile. It represented history casting back decades, his family, and it was timeless. Unending. He supposed it could be referred to as an heirloom. The watched slipped from his wrist, and he placed it in the box, now labelled with a simple red card. ‘To Casey’ it read, ‘My Choice’. He’d told the other Doctor once of how much the watch meant to him and the history of it, after the young diagnostician had enquired as he enquired of all things that piqued his interest. Ethan hoped that, by giving over the item most valuable to him, that his feelings would be understood not just through words, but by actions. How Ethan intended to commit to Casey, and him only. Of course, he still hadn’t heard Casey’s answer…He could only pray. As if on cue, after five and a half weeks, his phone suddenly lit up with a notification. Ethan practically leapt for his phone when he saw the name. Sorry it’s taken so long. He smiled at the simplicity. I have been unbelievably crazy at Mass Kenmore, and I promised myself I wouldn’t rush my decision but… I hate to admit how difficult it’s been not being able to vent to you. Ethan relaxed in his chair, reading the words as if they were gospel. Oh, and…please don’t respond to these messages. Ethan deleted the small amount of text he’d already written. But, I’ve made my choice. I suppose it’s good, in a way, it’s taken so long. It’s given you plenty of time to decide. I hope? “You have no idea” Ethan replied softly, wishing he could tell Casey everything there and then. Anyway, I’ll give you my answer at the following address. I’ve checked your diary online and can see you’re free, so don’t even try and chicken out okay? If you’re there at 7pm, this Friday, you’ll find out my answer. If you’re not there…I’ll know yours. See you? He waited, but no more text came. It was Wednesday, so he had two days. “I’ll be there, Casey” he said, firmly, clutching the box with his watch in. “Christ, nothing could stop me”.

Thursday and Friday seemed to drag on longer than the previous five weeks. Every minute was agonisingly slow, and at night sleep didn’t come to him easily at all. It was 6pm on Friday, at last, and he was finished for the day. Ethan made a straight beeline for his office, and quickly changed out of his work clothes into something, he hoped, would be pleasing to the eye. He was never one for fashion, but he had sought the guidance of a helpful shop clerk, and bought a new dark blue shirt that was slim-fitted, and a pair of black jeans which, in his opinion, were far too tight. The clerk said he looked ‘hot as hell’, so Ethan had purchased them. He was questioning it a little as he fastened a pair of cufflinks on to match the new watch he’d purchased himself and laced his shoes. 18:22. The motel address Casey had given him was 31 minutes away, on the outskirts of town. Traffic would be quiet going out of town on a Friday night, so if he took the back roads and picked up the main road at junction 7…His train of thought was cut off by a sharp rapping on his door. He cursed under his breath. Ethan had been very thorough and straight that, tonight, he was not to be disturbed. That he had an important meeting, and he was unavailable to anyone from 6pm. So, whomever was at his door now was about to get ‘unavailable’ seriously explained to them. Grumbling, and one arm in his coat, he opened the door; already poised to unleash. “Dr Emery!” he exclaimed, quickly stepping back from the woman outside his office.

“Dr…Ramsey…”.

Her voice was strained and her eyes red, as if she’d been crying heavily. “How, um, sorry”. He composed himself and opened the door a little wider. “How can I help?”. He still had time…Just.

She looked awkward, like being with him was the last thing she wanted. “I need to talk to you. Urgently”.

“Sorry, Harper, but-“

“I know, I know, you’ve got some top secret meeting to attend. Don’t think I came here lightly, I know how many extra hours you’ve given recently but this can’t wait, Ethan”.

Her tone was so severe that he automatically stepped aside. She let herself into his office, and he closed the door behind them.

“So, how can I help?”. His eyes darted to the clock on the far wall. 18:27.

Harper turned towards him, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. “You have to believe that I didn’t think…I mean I didn’t know-I didn’t mean for it, Ethan!”. Her tone was almost desperate.

The senior doctor furrowed his eyebrows, concern evident. This was entirely unlike the stoic Harper he knew, so it must be something serious. “What’s happened, Harper?”.

The other doctor didn’t say anything, just reached one shaky hand into her purse and pulled out a small item.

Ethan’s eyes widened and his words caught in his throat, sickness rushing to his stomach. There was no need to be a Doctor to recognise what was in her hand. Hell, as long as you could read instructions you’d know. “You can’t be serious” he whispered, a torrent of emotions swamping him at the sight of the two small, red lines.

“You think I’d joke about this!?” she snapped, tears streaming freely. “Please, Ethan, I need…We need to talk about this”.

Anything that he had felt, or known, or decided up until that moment suddenly seemed pointless. Like there was never going to be an option, or a point, to everything he’d prepared up for this day. For Casey. His arm dropped, coat slipping off of his arm to the floor with a clatter, the sound of the box meant for Casey hitting the floor. On auto-piolet, he gestured to the couch in his office and Harper moved towards it, as Ethan slowly closed the door to the room, shutting out the world…And his world. He knew that if Casey had chosen him, that his mind was made up. One thing the older doctor admired about the younger was his tenacity, and his unwillingness to shift on any decision he’d made. But if Ethan didn’t show…What would that do to Casey? But if Harper really was...If he was going to be...He couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t abandon her. It took two of them to tango after all and there was no was he would turn into his mother. Click. The door locked, and Ethan stepped towards Dr Emery.

Casey had been at the motel for a few hours, anxious. He’d made sure to leave plenty of time to get ready, to leave Mass Kenmore and sort out the few patients he’d picked up responsibility for. It had been a rough, long few weeks but the day was finally here and he wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, spoil it. 7pm rolled around, and his eyes were fixated on the motel door. He sat at the end of the bed, in plain sight of the clock on the wall by the door. Candles were dotted around the whole place, and he’d made an effort to look as good as he could. Showered, freshly laundered clothes, new cologne. He was wearing an oversized jumper that he knew Ethan liked and jeans. Simple, but Casey was hoping they wouldn’t be too focused on clothes…If he turned up. “He’ll be here” the doctor repeated for the hundredth time. 7:15 came and went, and Casey looked out the window. Again. “It’s fine…The traffics bad. That’s all”. He checked his phone just in case. 8pm. He checked his phones history. Checked the address he’d sent earlier in the week. 9pm. The candles started to snuff out, one by one. 11pm. Casey was laying on the motel bed, feeling…He could only describe it as numb. His eyes hurt, and had long since run out of tears. Casey Valentine has chosen Ethan Ramsey, and Ethan Ramsey had chosen someone else. A thousand scenarios had run through his head to try and explain why Ethan didn’t show but none of them made sense. Not this late. Not with no text, no call. His hands were shaking as he lay in the now dark room, the few candles still burning not enough to light the room. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone and dialled a number that had become foreign in the last few weeks.

“Casey! Man it’s been a long time! How’s Mass Kenmore treating you!”.

“…”.

“…Case? You there, dude?”.

“Bryce…”.

The others tone changed entirely as he heard Casey’s voice. “Hey, I’m here…What’s going on? You sound like you’ve been screaming for hours”.

“I…I need you. Sorry, no I don’t I just…What’s that noise?”

“Oh, I’m out with some college buddies. Doesn’t matter. Where are you, Casey?”.

“Oh, no, Bryce go and enjoy yourself. I’m sorry I called”.

“Hey! Don’t you dare go, Casey”.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know where you are”.

“Why? It doesn’t matter, you’re busy”.

“Tough. It does matter”.

“Why?”.

“Because you matter, Casey. You sound like hell”.

The diagnostician laughed, fresh tears welling in his eyes. “I feel like hell”.

“Where are you?”.

Casey told Bryce the address, and after a quick ‘I’ll be there as soon as I can’ they hung up. The sound of someone else’s voice managed to pull Casey out of his stupor, and he started wrapping things up at the motel. He gathered the candles, and left an envelope on the side with cash along with the key. He called the reception, told them his plans had changed and the room would be empty for the night. He picked up his other bits, pushed them all into a bag just as he heard a car pulling up outside. This late, it was pretty safe to assume it was Bryce…If it wasn’t Ethan. “It’s not him you idiot” the young doctor muttered bitterly. As he gathered his things and left the room, looking around at the cold, empty space, he realised that as soon as that door closed he would be shutting it forever. As in, Ethan Ramsey…Forever. “Goodbye, Doctor” he whispered, before the door clicked shut, and he met Bryce halfway to the car. The surgeon was out of breath and panicked. “Take me home” Casey practically begged , as he felt warm arms wrap around him, soothing and safe.He buried his his into Bryce’s chest, squeezed his eyes shut.

“Whatever you need” came a gentle reply. No questions, no explanation required as to why the hell Casey was crying in a motel in the early hours of the morning. Just comfort. “I’m here, Case. I’ll always be here for you”.

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graveyard-tales · 4 years

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I have a lot of thoughts. *jesters awkwardly to this post*

I just want Toza more involved with the boy’s life.

There’s a lot of fucking hcs in here too.

‘Cause I mean, Mako and Bolin had lived in some pretty toxic environments. It wouldn’t be a stretch that both of them picked up some bad habits. No matter how much Mako may have tried to shield it from Bolin, especially if he was picking them up himself. And they just got off the street! They literally just started their road to recovery!

Imagine Toza. He’s not their dad, he doesn’t pretend to be and honestly he doesn’t want to be. But Bolin worked himself under Toza’s skin so fast and under all that venom, Mako really is a good boy. God damn he falls so hard so fast and just wants to protect these boys. So he is now their uncle.

Some asshole notified the police with their “concerns” about the rumor of two kids living in the probending attic. That was the first day that Toza saw their adoption papers that Mako so helpfully provided. Proof that their dear uncle, on their father’s side of course, adopted them after their parents passed. They’re father years before, a badger-mole trainer tragically mauled by his own moles. And they’re mother had fallen ill after braving the cold in a desperate hunting trip up north. She passed quiet, but tragically. Toza learned quickly that Bolin liked to embellish.

T: These papers look real. M: That’s the point. T: We’re you get them? M: Don’t worry about it.

Toza doesn't worry over the connections a 15 yr old former criminal might have, he doesn’t.

T: Where did that jacket come from? B: Oh, we were at the par- M: Don’t worry about it.

But Toza should probably talk to them about stealing before it leads back to him and gets them all in trouble.

Swearing is another matter that Toza doesn’t necessarily have a problem with, only ... they do it so much. Tiny, thin sailors, these boys. Mako makes an effort to scold Bolin for is language, ever trying to be the adult, the parent. But he’s the worst out of both of them. He’s good at holding his tongue around certain adults, figures of authority. Somehow becoming their “uncle” took Toza out of that category.

Finding out Mako could generate lightning nearly scare the life from his old body. He wasn’t ready yet, dammit. Toza was just dumping busted training dummy behind the building when boom, lightning. He’s kind of overacting. Mako wasn’t even near him and he was aiming at the water. Toza is just surprised a 15 yr old is the one behind it and is scary fucking good at it. But not as surprised as he is to find out that Mako’s the “boss’s pet project” he’s heard whispered when he was making deals the Triple Threats. He wisely doesn’t mention anything when Mako tells him Zolt taught him.

Listen, they spent enough time around triad members to be on familiar terms. With some of, what seemed to be, their “top guys” too boot. Bolin and Mako are a little sexist. Mostly Mako. Not horribly so but more like ignorantly so.

“”What do you mean I shouldn’t call a woman a doll/broad/skirt/babe/kitten??? (yeah I lightly looked into 20′s slang, i like to have a little fun as a treat)

They call a woman dame, maybe expect her to be girly and sexy but never underestimate their strength kind of thing. If they spent enough time around those guys to be familiar with, and grown up on the streets, they definitely interacted with the sex workers that “worked” for the triads. If not just seen them in passing.

Toza is an old bear that can still get it, but that’s not relevant. What is relevant is that he know a repressed bi teen when he sees one. Mako hasn’t been around a healthy relationship since he was eight and he’s been around mostly straight men. And no one has talked to him about anything. His “talk” was from a triad man with a woman on his lap, who was mostly out to tease/mock him. And no one ever mentioned men when they talked about sex.

So Mako pushed that shit right down. (Along with his attraction to women and his emotion’s honestly. Conceal don’t feel. Mako would be a big fan of Elsa I think.) It doesn’t help the load of self loathing the kid has. Toza is super casually gay around him but they don’t actually talk about it. (Hey he didn’t ask for kids, he literally doesn’t know how to tell Mako he needs to be kinder to himself and actually have him listen. He’s pretty sure he’d rather jump out of the building then try to think about how to approach Mako’s unhealthy need for control.)

Bolin has some issues with self doubt but Mako is surprisingly good at pep talks and reassurances. For Bolin only, Toza realizes, everyone else can fuck off he guesses. It’s mostly around his self imagine and his bending, Bolin doesn’t realize he’s a phenomenal bender for his age.

Bolin just up and disappears one day and it’s the first time Toza see’s Mako lose his control. At first seems normal, tense and angry but not a far cry from how he usually is. But then he starts talking to Mako, asking about Bolin and he can just hear it in the kid’s voice that Mako is freaking the fuck out. Mako is just about to scour the city with Toza “reluctantly” tagging along when Bolin comes back.

He’s got a black eye and is cover in scrapes but has a good handful of coin and a bag of hot, fresh food. Apparently Bolin got dragged into a literally underground Earth Rumble and won. (Let’s be honest, Bolin would be the one to get dragged into a fight club.)

It’s the first time Toza see’s Mako actually yell at Bolin. So angry fire trailed his breath. Toza doesn’t cut in but he does feel bad for Bolin who just sits back and takes the scolding. Of course Bolin hug’s his brother the moment it’s done, apologizes for worrying him and they’re good literally the next minute.

It’s hardly the last time Bolin and Mako sneak into building all bloody and scuffed up. Mako is just much better at sneaking in then Bolin which is how he’s able to get to the lockers without anyone seeing him. Toza found him by accident honestly. Kids’s beat to shit but it’s not too bad. A little blood that needs to be cleaned up, some scraps that need to be patched. Says he’s had worst and Toza believes him.

Toza never finds out what happen just that something in Mako snapped that day. Just was dealing with too much at one moment and was unable to push it down. So Toza had sat with Mako until his ass was numb as he rubbed Mako’s back. And Mako curled around himself as tightly as he could and cried like, well, cried like a kid who lost everything too young and was force to grow up too fast while dealing with too much at one time.

It’s the only time he’s seen Mako cry but Toza figures he handled it as rightly as he could. Handled it perfectly as far as Mako is concerned as the kid will sit with him, close and quiet sometimes. With the only signs that it’s a day that’s been too much is shaky hands and sometimes red eyes.

Bolin is a huger and Toza absolutely has no problems with it. Crying into his shirt and blowing snot all over it when the kid is being dramatic is another matter. Toza learned that it was okay to be annoyed with this, even with Mako around. When Bolin cried, really cries he was a lot more quiet and clinged so tightly like he was holding on for dear life. He never did this to Toza but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen it. He doesn’t think either of the boys noticed when he caught them. Sometimes even naps weren’t safe from nightmares.

Okay, shit, wait I wrote so much ... I have more but this post is already long enough sjdfhgajksd

I just realized how much I love Toza or rather who I personally imagine him to be since he’s a nobody in lok and there is not enough content for him.

And I just like to imagine Mako and Bolin are kind of shitty at that stage in their life because they literally don’t know much better. It’s the shitty people who were the ones that were willing to use them enough to keep them alive. It’s just how they had to adapt. They’re not bad just ... morally skewed.

#Legend of Korra #Mako #Bolin #Toza #Idea Bank #this got long #sorry to all the people who definitely aren't going to read this #sdjkagd

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incomprehensiblelentils · 4 years

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I did not get around to this yesterday but, a short selection of fictional things that meant a lot to me over the last decade! ...it is going under a cut bc it is Too Long sorry lmao.

Books

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng: this book came out in September 2017 and I have read it four times already. It’s the kind of book I want to write but I’m not sure I’m clever enough to: every event and every character is so purposeful and you won’t catch everything the first time through. Every time I reread it I find something new to marvel at. I hope the Hulu series is half as good

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng: this was the first piece of fiction I ever found with a family with a Chinese father and a white mother. This family is a lot less functional than my family, but I've read this three times because that means the world to me.

Ash by Malinda Lo: I discovered this in 2011 and it was the first f/f novel I ever read, and as I would later learn, one of a handful with a happy ending at the time, particularly in YA fiction. For a long time, I reread it every time I felt hopeless. I just reread it again last month and it is still as beautiful and meaningful to me as in 2011.

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan: This is an Asian-inspired fantasy (becoming more common now, but still irritatingly rare) written by a queer Asian woman, with f/f. I think it is only the second one of these, after Ash? It is frustratingly rare, anyway. The worldbuilding is incredible also.

The Astonishing Color of After by Emily X.R. Pan: We are getting more stories about biracial Asians, but they are still pretty rare and I treasure every one. This one felt so real to me.

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth: The first half of this book captures so beautifully what it’s like growing up queer in a religious environment when you don’t even have the words or self-awareness to know what you’re feeling. This was another one I read over and over again when I was feeling low.

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater: this is just a book for horse girls. I don’t know how else to describe this lol. I also feel like the romance is super downplayed until the very end, and honestly barely feels like a romance to me, so that’s refreshing!

Movies:

Pacific Rim (2013): I remember having this weird feeling when asked to give my top 3 movies once in high school, like maybe my favorite movie hadn’t come out yet so I couldn’t answer properly. I was right; this is the movie I was waiting for. This is my favorite movie. The feelings this movie gives me is the standard I hold all movies to.

Terminator: Dark Fate (2019): but Megan, didn’t this just come out? Yes, and it’s my other favorite movie now. I love (almost) every second of this movie. This movie made me feel a way that I thought maybe I might never feel again, after a certain other franchise movie this year took a dump on my heart. I don’t care that we’re never getting a sequel, we got this and that’s enough for me.

Thor (2011): Those of you who have been around awhile know that I really love this movie. I loved it before we all jumped on the Thor train after Ragnarok and I will continue to love it probably my whole life. It just makes me happy.

Aquaman (2018): This is Thor but underwater and with a biracial hero. It made me cry in the theater and I do not want to hear any negative opinions about it, I find them personally wounding.

Belle (2013): The fact that Gugu Mbatha-Raw isn’t a superstar is tragic, and this movie is gorgeous and lovely and made me feel a lot of things as a biracial person.

Mad Max Fury Road (2015): I remember seeing the trailer for this in the theater and going “yikes that looks like a thing I would never watch.” Joke’s on you, past me!!!! I find this a deeply stressful but glorious film that I can only watch like, once or twice a year.

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010): I do not need or want to hear about how this movie is Problematic, I know all of its issues, and yet. It brings me joy and it was one of the first movies I saw when I was just starting to break out of my religious upbringing and I laugh until I cry every time I watch it.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015): I am starting to realize that I am not and never really was a Star Wars Fan, which is to say that like...I love this movie specifically, I love the characters, I love the interactions, I love the stuff that happens. I do not so much love Star Wars as a whole? I like it fine! But this movie is the only part of the franchise to really make me go “oh, I get it.”

Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017): This was a weird little movie that nobody saw and nobody talked about, but I adore it because it’s so gentle and romantic. I don’t know how accurate it is to history and frankly I do not really care.

Big Hero 6 (2014): are you tired of me mentioning I’m biracial yet? This movie has biracial protagonists and a cute squishy robot and no romance and superhero stuff and I love it so much.

F8: The Fate of the Furious (2017): I went to go see this on a whim with my wife and it was one of the most joyous theater experiences of my life. I don’t know, I just love everything about it.

TV shows:

Community: This only kind of counts because it started in 2009 but I started it mid-s2 so eh. Seasons 1-3 of this show are written on my heart, I can quote a ridiculous amount of dialogue from them and these characters will stay with me forever. Warts and all, this is my show.

Dollhouse: Another technicality but like, I met my wife because we both loved Bennett Halverson so I gotta put this on here. It’s pretty significantly affected my life! Also I find that it holds up fairly well, if you’re down for the admittedly iffy premise and an ending that’s a bit of a mess narratively due to sudden cancellation.

Agents of SHIELD: I would never claim that this show is “good” but I do think that it has mostly figured out what the hell it’s doing. And it has been a pretty significant part of my fandom life for the last 6 years, so to leave it off this list would feel wrong. It gave me Daisy Johnson, first canon biracial superhero as played by a biracial actor, and for that i will always be grateful.

Warehouse 13: I could not tell you why I fell so deeply in love with this dumb, badly written show that shit the bed in the final episode more spectacularly than I could have imagined, and yet I did! I think probably it is because I love found family so much, and also I find goofy camp charming more often than not. And of course, there is Bering and Wells, the femslash ship that fandom forgot. I will never be over how no one knows what we have suffered!!!!!

Runaways: wow was this a surprise! The Runaways comic is my favorite comic besides Marjorie Liu’s X-23 run, and this show has basically nothing to do with it, and normally that would piss me off but they got my kids’ personalities down so well and all of the actors are so perfect that I really can’t complain. And also, this show has canon f/f and neither of them die at the end! Which is...better than some other shows I could mention!

Doctor Who series 1 and 5: I had a very intense Doctor Who phase in college, and after all was said and done and I quit the show for a time, I realized that although I love a lot of the characters, and Thirteen’s run is pretty good so far, what I really loved was Nine’s run and Eleven’s first season. That is the show at its best to me. Eccleston is my Doctor and Amy is my favorite companion.

Legends of Tomorrow: Look, I am as shocked as anyone that this, the scrappy underdog of the DCTV lineup, is the one that’s most emotionally competent and has the best character arcs! But here we are. Season 4 was some of my favorite TV I’ve seen, uh, ever.

Albums

Dirty Computer by Janelle Monae: I listened to this for basically a year straight after it came out. It’s just ridiculously good.

Something Fierce by Marian Call: This was my on-repeat album in college. i drew a lot of strength from it, and I think that it’s still the best album to recommend to people who ask me about her.

Standing Stones by Marian Call: I heard most of these songs live at concerts before they were quite done yet, so it was really special to get to hear them all collected together like this. I’m going to get a tattoo with a lyric from one of these songs because no one’s quite been able to put my basic philosophy into words quite like Marian.

Heartthrob by Tegan and Sara: Hot Take, I know, because a lot of people hate this album, but it was so affirming to go out and buy A Lesbian Album from A Lesbian Band in 2013.

The Rent movie soundtrack: I know, I KNOW, but in my defense, my parents got me this for my birthday my first year of college and I needed it so desperately. I can definitely still do “La Vie Boheme” from the beginning and probably most of the other songs too.

In the Heights OBCR: I can only listen to this when I want to cry, but it’s my favorite musical. I got to see the show in 2018 and it was incredible. I think it’s better than Hamilton and I can’t wait for the movie to come out.

Trouble by Natalia Kills: this album is really great and also it says fuck a lot, which I used to be very nervous about hearing or saying, and this helped immensely!

#me

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bangtann-bangdamn · 5 years

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Dating... Kim Taehyung

Warnings: Little bit of angst, a little bit of smut.

Master list

Kim Seokjin ♥ Min Yoongi ♥ Jung Hoseok ♥ Kim Namjoon ♥ Park Jimin ♥ Kim Taehyung ♥ Jeon Jungkook ♥

~♥~

Meet cute

You were scrolling through Tinder when you came across his profile

He was far too good looking

With his glasses and beret

You knew immediately he was the kind of guy who left a trail of broken hearts in his wake

But you swiped right anyway

Because there was no way he’d swipe right on you

Right?

Wrong

You matched with him immediately

You threw your phone across the room

(Like that was going to stop him from getting the notification)

You stayed still as you tried to calm your racing heart

Had just about convinced yourself that he’d be just another one of the long list of guys you matched with that you never spoke to

When your notification goes off

You can’t get to your phone quick enough

You expect some fuck boy response

Maybe even a dick pic

Instead, he sends you a picture of a sunset

‘Some times I like to just take a moment to admire the beauty in the world’

It’s random

But also, kind of, incredibly cute?

You’re in the middle of crafting a response when

‘I guess that’s why I can’t stop looking at you’

You’re floored

The boy has G A M E

You’re stuck for what to say

So you end up sending a meme

Specifically the one of a cat in a box that says ‘Oh hai, you’re cute’

You immediately cringe

Expecting him to unmatch with you

Instead, he sends you a meme back

Which quickly escalates into a full-on meme off

Until you run out of memes and admit defeat

Then he starts asking you questions about yourself

And you forget to be nervous

You talk for a few days pretty consistently

He then confesses that his phone doesn’t alert him to notifications and he keeps worrying that he’s going to miss your message

So you give him your number

You talk daily for weeks

He doesn’t ask about meeting you in real life

You don’t think anything of it until you tell a friend who thinks it’s weird

So you ask if he wants to meet for a coffee sometime

‘But I like talking to you like this’

You feel your heart sink

‘It’s like you’re trying to avoid meeting me in real life. Just tell me you’re a catfish so I can move on’

He facetime’s you immediately

He’s even more beautiful with his bed head and easy smile

You end up talking to him for a couple hours

Then calling each other becomes a part of your nightly routine

Eventually, you gather the courage to ask

‘Why don’t you want to meet in person?’

He’s uncomfortable

You don’t think he’s going to answer you

Then

‘I don’t really... date’

He apologises for leading you on

He just likes getting to know new people

But it’s okay

Because you enjoy talking to him

But you tell him that you’re going to start seeing other guys

Taehyung nods, not really bothered

He doesn’t own you

Until you tell him about your date a few weeks later

Your successful date

He finds himself getting annoyed at you

He doesn’t tell you, obviously

It’s only when you hang up for the night that he reflects

Because maybe he did want to go on a date with you

And hold your hand

And stare into your beautiful eyes

He calls you back 5 minutes later and asks you to go on a date with him

You’re lost for words as you try to ask what changed his mind

And he replies

‘I don’t want to lose my sunshine’

So you agree to meet for coffee a few days later

Your first date

What starts off as an early morning coffee date turns into an all-day adventure

You quickly fall into a comfortable rhythm with Taehyung

Maybe it’s because of how long you’ve been talking

But you want to believe that its because you’re in sync with each other

In your head, you already know that you’re in love with him

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest every time he smiles at you

Or when he does his little dance when he’s excited

Or when his hand grazes yours

You know you’re in too deep

That he doesn’t date

Yet you can’t help but hope he’ll kiss you when he walks you home

But he doesn’t

You try to tell yourself that it’s okay

That you and Taehyung are friends

But then he doesn’t call you for a few days

Or respond to your texts

You wonder what you did wrong...

You replay your date constantly, trying to figure out what weird thing you did

But you realise how big of an idiot you are when you stop by the same coffee shop and see him

Sitting at the same coffee table you had the week before

With a new date

He catches your eye and has the decency to at least look sheepish

But he doesn’t walk over to you to explain

You leave without buying your coffee and delete his number

You knew it was too good to be true

Your first argument

You’re already drunk when you see him at your friend Jimin’s party

You’d never been to one of his parties before, but this time you had felt like you needed some fun

So, of course, you weren’t aware that he was also friends with Taehyung

You do your best to avoid him

Especially when you realise that he’s trying to talk to you

But when you step out onto the balcony to get some fresh air

Taehyungs already there

He doesn’t say anything when he faces you

Just smiles before turning to lean against the rail

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but suddenly you’re angry

‘If you weren’t interested in me, why did you insist we go on a date?’

Taehyung tenses, closing his eyes because he knows

Knows that he has to tell you the truth

‘I like first dates’

He explains that he enjoys the thrill of meeting someone new for the first time, but that feeling often disappears after the second date

So he doesn’t go on second dates

He won’t meet your eyes as he talks

Which frustrates you more than his words

You thought you were at least friends

‘Then why did you lead me on?’

Your voice cracks

You’re already crying

God damn it

Why do you have to be so emotional when you drink?

But all the pain you’ve been suppressing since that day in the coffee shop resurfaces

What you don’t see is the tears Taehyung sheds

Because he doesn’t know how to tell you

Tell you that he didn’t mean to lead you on

That he planned to take you on a second date

And a third

All the dates really

Because he had never been happier than he was whenever you smiled at him

But he was scared

Scared of it all going wrong

Of you breaking his heart

Because he’d only just put it back together again

Instead, he tells you that he didn’t enjoy the date

You know that’s a lie

But it doesn’t stop you from feeling like he stabbed you

You’re about to call him an ass and leave

Then you notice the way his shoulders shudder

The hand pressed to his face

And you realise that he’s crying

‘Tell me the truth, Taehyung,’ you say softly

You place a hand on his shoulder

That’s when the damn breaks

He lets the sound of his sobs fill the silence between you

He explains everything that went down

Everything that he’s bottled up

Jimin told him that Tinder was great for building confidence

For meeting women who expected nothing more than a one night stand

And you were the first woman he spoke to

And you floored him with a fucking meme

He got scared of meeting you

Of seeing your smile in person

Because he was already pretty certain that he liked you

Like, a lot

You’re quiet as you listen to him

His cries slowly disappear until it’s just silence between you

He watches you, waiting for your rejection

Instead, you cup his face

And you call him stupid

He goes to step away from you, thinking that he really had blown his chance

When...

Your first kiss

You kiss him

Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins

Because you don’t overthink it

You press your lips to his for a moment

Then move away when you realise what you’ve done

Taehyung’s shocked

You start stuttering your apology

But Taehyung shuts you up with another kiss

Which quickly becomes a heated make-out session

Your hands exploring each other’s bodies

You’re pretty sure you could have spent the rest of the night outside in his arms

But Jimin steps outside and you spring apart like two naughty children

Jimin says nothing as he steps back inside

But his face says everything

Taehyung asks if he can have a second chance

And you tell him not to break your heart

‘Only if you promise not to break mine’

Your first time

Taehyung ends up walking you home

It’s late and you don’t feel comfortable with him being out alone

So you make him come up

He tells you he’s okay with the couch

But you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom

Normally you wouldn’t be so straight forward

But you’re still hot and bothered

You don’t set out to do anything other than cuddle

But then you’re in his arms

His chest pressed against your back

Kissing your neck softly

Hands caressing your hip

The saying ‘less is more’ comes to mind

Because he’s barely touching you and you’re wet

The moment you turn to face him, he kisses you

There’s no Jimin to interrupt this time

And things escalate real quick

One minute you’re fully clothed and kissing innocently

The next, he’s pulling down your underwear and devouring you

You’re moaning his name so loudly

You don’t care if you’re neighbours hear

You can’t think further than his tongue licking you out

He’ll make you cum and continue to lavish your clit with attention

He wouldn’t stop until you beg him to

He’d be so hard when he finally enters you

All your moaning going straight to his cock

And he thinks he’ll blow the moment he’s inside

Because you feel so good around him

He’ll rest his head on your shoulder as he tries to collect himself

You don’t help when you start wiggling beneath him wanting to feel him pound into you

He’ll growl at you, biting your neck gently

But he’ll get the hint and he’ll mercilessly start fucking you

You’re almost crying when you cum again

Because he feels so good

And hearing you moan his name

So quiet

So gentle

Is enough for Taehyung to reach his climax

He’ll stay inside you as he calms down

Not wanting to lose your warmth

Eventually, he’ll have to pull out

But he’ll kisses you continuously

He’ll even go grab a towel from your bathroom to clean you up

And kiss you as he climbs back in bed beside you

You’ll lie face to face

Arms around each other

Just staring

You don’t remember falling asleep

But your dreams are filled with him

Saying ‘I love you’

You have been together for a little while

You thought about saying it

But every time it’s on the tip of your tongue, you stop yourself

It’s too embarrassing

So you wait until you go away for a few days

You won’t see him whilst visiting your parents

So you slip it in whilst texting him

‘Hey, I got something to say to you’

‘What?’

‘I love you’

He calls you immediately to complain that you texted it to him

‘Nah, not good enough’

He wants to hear you say it

Shyly you do

Of course, he overreacts; acting like you just shot him through the heart

You can almost imagine him falling back in his seat, clutching his heart

The image makes you laugh

‘Hey,’ he says seriously

‘What?’

‘I love you’

You smile and tell him you can’t wait to come home and say it to his face

And he tells you he can’t wait to spank you for texting it first

When he proposes

It’s no secret that Taehyung loves kids

But having children never really crossed your mind until your sister gives birth

You take Taehyung with you to go meet your nephew

Just the sight of the baby in his arms makes your heart swell

Especially when he starts cooing at the baby

When you get home that night, you climb into bed first and watch him as he gets ready to join you

He stops when he notices you staring, frowning at you as he takes off his shirt

You just smile

Until he asks you what’s wrong

It’s one thing to admit you love a guy, quite another to tell him you want his babies

So you tell him ‘nothing’ and sink further into the bed

But Taehyung knows you better than that

So he climbs on top of you

Peppering your face with kisses until you laugh and tell him to stop

Then he asks again

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’

But Taehyung won’t stop until he knows

So you sigh as you try to think of the best way to say it without frightening him off

‘I was just... thinking’

‘About what?’ He lies down beside you, so you turn on your side to face him

‘The future’

You don’t expect his smile

But it makes your heart stop when he does

‘I’ve been thinking about it too,’ he confesses

‘Oh yeah?’

He turns to lie on his back, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling

‘Yeah. You, me, our four kids and our little farm in Daegu’

You move closer to him, propping your head up with one hand whilst the other gently grazes the skin of his chest.

‘Four kids, huh?’

He looks at you and for the first time you see the worry in his eyes

‘Does that... scare you?’

‘No,’ you admit immediately with a smile

You feel him relax with a sigh

‘I did imagine being married first, though’

You lie your head on his chest

You’re only there for a second before Taehyung’s loudly groaning, rolling you off him as he climbs out of bed

You stare at him in concern as he walks over to the wardrobe

You turn to climb out of bed but stop when he comes back out

With a little red box

‘Ah, jagi, you couldn’t wait a week, could you?’

He’s smiling playfully as he sits down beside you and opens the box

It’s beautiful

Amethyst cut onto a simple silver band

He offers it to you but you shake your head

‘I want to hear you say it’

He gets down on both knees in front of you

‘Will you make me the happiest man in the world?’

You pretend to consider it before smiling

‘Only because you make me the happiest woman in the world’

He places the ring on your finger before kissing you

You end up falling backwards with Taehyung straddling your thighs

‘So about those children?’ you enquire when he starts kissing your neck. ‘Tell me more’

He pulls away to smile down at you

‘It’d be better if I showed you’

You laugh as he continues to shower you with nips and kisses

It shouldn’t be this easy to love

But it always is with Taehyung

#bts #bts dating series #bts v #bts taehung #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts reactions #taehyung #kim taehyung #v #v x reader #v x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you

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daisymakesstuff · 5 years

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NSFW Alphabet- Ximena x MC

Happy Ximena day!!

We don’t have any info on past romantic relationships for Ximena so I’m just assuming she’s some sort of wlw for this prompt because she was the LI we all deserved and never got. I put these under a read more because most of them are smutty, as the title suggests.

MC goes by the Choices default name of Ellie Wheeler

There are two NSFW Alphabets so I cherry picked from this one and this one and combined a few prompts into one response.

Tagged: @desiree-0816 @client-327

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ellie still has her head thrown back, eyes closed and basking in the afterglow when Ximena kisses her way back up Ellie’s body. They’re light, affectionate kisses, far more chaste than the trip down. Ximena coaxes Ellie with gentle pressure to shift over so Ximena can tangle them up together under the sheets.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ximena’s arms are an expertly crafted work of art, from the sweat she has put into building their strength to the hours spent designing the ink on her arms. Her favorite place to put them is on Ellie’s hips. Together they dance to oldies in the garage, and Ximena’s new favorite sound is the way Ellie giggles with joy when Ximena dips her at the end of Fly Me to the Moon.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

She’s got Ellie up on the hood of a brand new BMW X5 M50i, legs spread and skirt pushed up haphazardly. The voices of the crew carry from the kitchen, laughing and jovial and distracted. Ximena’s fingers on her hips keep Ellie in place when she comes with a cry. Ximena’s mouth glistens when she pulls away, grinning up at Ellie through her lashes as she carefully licks her lips.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

“Oh! I’ve been looking for this!” MC pulls a pastel blouse out from the back of Ximena’s closet. “How did it end up here?”

“Oh,” Ximena tries to dismiss it “it must have been there for a while.” Too bad she’s not one to dismiss anything.

“Ximennaa?” Ellie prods, in her sweetest most innocent voice that is not at all teasing in any way. Turns out neither of them are good actors.

“Well…it was back when we’d just gotten forever and you left your shirt here and I—” Ximena pointedly looks away, and Ellie can see the blush creeping up on her cheeks.

E= Edgeplay (Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.).

Ximena is used to people taking her at face value. They think she tops. They think she’s kinky—because she’s tall or has tattoos—but the Mercy Park Crew know she’s a woman who rejects handshakes for hugs, and Ellie Wheeler knows that the closest she gets to any sort of edgeplay is edging.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When Ellie straddles Ximena’s thigh it feels a lot like a cupcake is trying to dom her, Ximena strategically leaves this part out of their conversations, but watching Ellie take what she wants is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

G=Got Caught – (How they react when they get caught having sex.)

It is one of those days where they only make it to the bedroom because they are both too polite to make out in front of their friends. Ximena kicks off her pants, and has to sling her arm around Ellie to keep her from faceplanting when she tries to do the same. It’s only a few seconds until they’re kissing again, hands between each other’s thighs, trying to find a rhythm the both find gratifying. Then, the door opens. Ximena pulls away at the sound, but there’s no way for them to cover up. A distinctly Colt-like silhouette is in the doorway.

“Ximena—” He closes the door and tries to back away, but it’s too late.

“WERE YOU RAISED IN A BARN!?” Ximena shouts. Colt can feel her expression through the door. He doesn’t need to see it. “You knock on doors, Colt! You knock!”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) & X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Ximena is no porn-star. She’s never felt dying her hair would be worth the maintenance. She keeps herself trimmed, but not bare. Her inner lips are dark at the edges and peak out like ruffles between her thighs. Ellie thinks she’s perfect.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) & P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Exposing herself physically means dealing with the emotions that come with that. For her, there is no way to separate sex from intimacy. The first time Ximena and Ellie have sex, it’s with more than just lust between them. They felt the need to be together in a way they hadn’t been before, to get even closer in their relationship. It’s no longer their first time anymore, but Ximena touches Ellie with love and affection just the same.

Usually, she works Ellie up nice and slow. Ximena likes to take her time and savor how beautiful is. Equally, she enjoys leaning into Ellie’s affectionate and enthusiastic touch. Something so pure is rare in a life like hers. They have their days though, where everything between them is rough and frantic with need. Ximena is sure Ellie knows just how much she loves her in those moments, too.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation is a stress reliever for Ximena. She fingers herself after particularly intense days, working her thumb in circles over her clit until she pushes herself over the edge. The ecstasy eases her adrenaline crash.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) & S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) & V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

“C-close,” Ximena pants, pulling lightly on Ellie’s hair. Ellie slows, but doesn’t stop, shifting the movements of her tongue often enough so Ximena can’t get the build up she really needs. Another draw of Ellie’s tongue has her letting out a moan. Thankfully, both of them are quiet enough that the neighbors haven’t yet felt the need to complain. “Ellie… Ellie please.” Wait…“Are you— is that the alphabet?”

Ellie peers up from between Ximena’s thighs. “Yes?” she answers innocently. Ximena snorts with laughter, and Ellie’s eyes darken with desire once again. “Are you ready for a third round?”

Ximena’s fingers curl in Ellie’s hair. “Please.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) & U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ximena prefers not to be interrupted, and to have enough space for both of them to be comfortable and able to move around. Usually, that means the bedroom, but they’ve gotten creative on several occasions.

Since the Colt Incident, Ximena’s new favorite way to tease Ellie is to get her worked up, and then make her wait while Ximena locks the door wherever they are. Really though, it’s Ximena who likes to be teased.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When Ximena gets up in the morning, she finds the bed empty. She pads out to the kitchenette in their motel. Ellie is up on her tippy toes reaching for the box of cereal on the upper shelf of the cabinet. Her t-shirt lifts, revealing just a sliver of the smooth skin on Ellie’s hip, and then Ximena spots the two bowls on the counter for them. Ellie doesn’t make it to her cereal for another hour. Other nights, when Ellie gets particularly wiggly in her sleep, she ends up with her clothes askew, the bottom sheet tangled around her, and at least one breast nearly out of its shirt. Ximena always makes sure to wake her up with kisses on those days, and unwrap her from the sheets like a present.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) & R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If Ximena didn’t like to take risks she wouldn’t have joined the Mercy Park Crew. That said, she gets most of her thrills in car heists and illegal street races. She can be an enforcer when she needs to. At 6’4” she towers over even most men. She can, and has, beaten men nearly to death with her bare hands. But that’s not who she wants to be, and it’s not who she wants to be with Ellie either.

Anything that might really hurt either of them— or is too messy— is off the table, but that won’t stop her from getting creative with new sensations and angles.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Before their relationship began, Ximena didn’t have much experience, though still more than Ellie. It was their encouragement and eagerness for each other that got them through the early days, and now they’re both proficient in what the other likes.

Ellie asks one time, if Ximena preferred giving or receiving oral. Ximena loves them both for different reasons. It’s easy for her to compare which sensations she prefers on her own body, but how it she supposed to compare the kind of pleasure she gets from making Ellie gasp and grind her hips into her mouth, to the pleasure she gets when Ellie uses her tongue to show Ximena just how much she loves her?

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Ximena rubs her nose up against Ellie’s in an Eskimo kiss. Colt dutifully pretends he doesn’t see anything, for now. Ellie takes the opportunity to nibble teasingly on Ximena’s ear.

“Do you think…maybe we forgot something back in our room?” Ellie whispers, breath hot on Ximena’s ear. The words go straight to her groin, but Ximena shakes her head softly. She has never been one for quickies, not often. If there’s not enough time for actual sex, it almost always means they have somewhere important they need to be.

“No, I think we have everything.” Ximena’s voice deepens, “but, I’ll make sure to do a thorough inventory when we get back.” T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Thieves moves from crew to crew on a regular basis. Her whole life fits in a duffle bag, and sex toys haven’t earned their spot in it yet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After a long, lazy morning makeout, Ximena finally goes to get out of bed. Ellie is not having it. She wraps her arms around Ximena’s neck, and her legs around Ximena’s waist, assuming her body weight will keep Ximena in place. Instead, Ximena just braces her with one arm and lifts them both of the bed together. Ellie squeaks with surprise and delight, pulling Ximena in for a deep kiss. It’s not long before Ellie is grinding her hips forward, desperate for friction. Ximena can feel how wet Ellie is against her ribs. Ellie loves that Ximena is so strong. Good thing Ximena likes showing off for her.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Once their sexual relationship starts, Ximena likes to turn Ellie into a puddle at least twice a week. Before that, when she was single, once a week was usually enough to satisfy herself. There were plenty of beautiful cars to keep her mind and her hands occupied

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ximena is full of energy, even more so than Ellie. She’s both a morning and a night-sex person, depending on what they get up to. A good orgasm is one of her favorite ways to start the day, but a couple of rounds before bed helps her drift off a lot easier.

#rodaw #playchoices #choices rod #ride or die #rod ximena #my fanfic #lemon #ximena x mc

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maid-of-mourne-shore · 5 years

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A Helping Hand - Bucky x Reader

My entry for @cordytriestowrite writing challenge! I had some fun with this one, though i’m not sure how I feel about the ending. Not beta read.

Prompt: “To be fair, I don’t know how to operate a dishwasher”

Warnings: none!

In the dead of winter, one had to sleep in for quite a while until the sun would peek through the twelfth story window, washing the room in a warm glow until you could almost feel the warmth the rays were giving off. That’s all she wanted to do, stay snuggled under the covers, wrap her arms tighter around her companion, and bask in his comfort before the sun decided that it was really time to get up, but her alarm clock had other plans. Sure, she could turn it off, roll over, go back to sleep, pretend it was a dream, but that was no way to stay employed. The low grumbles coming from her boyfriend only broke her resolve further, his hands tense on her skin, refusing to let go even in his sleepy state. (Y/N) sighed, leaning back into him, earning a happy little noise that reverberated through his chest, his lips finding her neck as a reward. It was killing her, his touch leaving trails of electricity everywhere they traveled along her bare skin, feeling the heat of his body, hearing his slow, deep breaths in her ear, she really wanted to stay.

With a quick motion, (Y/N) broke his grasp, scrambling out of bed, hissing when her feet touched the chilly, hardwood floor. She shoved her slippers on and began shuffling around the room to fetch her bathrobe, a towel and some clothing for the day.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky groaned, rolling around in bed until his slate blue eyes were on her, mustering his best ‘Sad puppy dog’ look.

“Nope,” (Y/N) quickly turned away, heading towards the bathroom, knowing that if she heard him out, he would wear her down easily.

“But, baby!” She could hear him moving around, signaling that he was getting out of bed which spurred her on, feet slapping hard against the floor.

“I just got back last night,” Bucky whined, joining her in the bathroom. Although he was completely naked which showcased layers of hardened muscle and flesh, his frame towering over her along with a few bumps and bruises from the previous mission he had been on, the look on his face was pure crybaby. A pout on his pink lips, eyebrows upturned, wrinkling his forehead, those baby blues all watery as if he was going to cry.

“Bucky, I have to work,” (Y/N) pleaded, taking his hands in hers as he hung his head.

“But what am I gonna do?” He asked, looking up and trying again with those pleading eyes.

“Whatever you want, Buck!” (Y/N) exasperated, pushing on his chest as he crossed the threshold of the doorway. “You’re going to make me late!”

(Y/N) hated being the bad guy, but when Bucky was like this, she had to put her foot down. She almost turned the shower on, but had to stop in her tracks when she heard whimpering, whimpering from behind the door! (Y/N) loved him to pieces, and would love him as long as he would have her, but this was getting ridiculous, he had only been away for a few weeks, they had gone far longer without seeing each other. No more distractions, she had to get ready. With a sigh, the room filled with steam as she stepped into the shower to start scrubbing.

When she finally stepped out, hair pulled back, makeup dusting her features, and fresh business casual clothes on, Bucky seemed to have gotten over his little tantrum and was sitting patiently on the couch, watching something on TV. His head whipped around to look over, a smile grazing his lips as he crossed the floor to stand in front of her, pulling the woman into his arms.

“You look so pretty,” Bucky cooed.

“No tricks, I have to go,” (Y/N) pleaded.

“’M not tryin’ anything, just wanted a hug before you left.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then released her so she could head towards the door, picking up her purse and jacket along the way. He came after her, quietly watching her, keeping his protests at bay.

“You’re not going to eat?” Bucky asked.

“I’ll get something on the way.” (Y/N) looked back to Bucky and she wanted to made a snide comment about how somebody had kept her behind schedule, but the earnest look on his face, the way he watched her with so much adoration, the slight worry in his eyes as if it would be the worst thing in the world for her to forget breakfast just this once, it silenced her.

“I promise.” (Y/N) pulled him back down for another kiss and then she was gone.

Bucky let out a lonesome sigh, trudging back through her apartment as he began to make a mental list of what he could do to fill his time. He always came to stay with her as much as he could when he wasn’t on official Avenger business, though he wasn’t technically moved in, there was an array of his clothing in her closet for his extended visits. Bucky understood that their worlds were very different, that her life was more structured and consistent, while he could be called away at the drop of a hat, or could have no business to attend to for weeks. Often times, he attempted to give her money to help her pay for things, as he was always staying with her. Bucky would insist that it was nothing, he didn’t have to pay to live with Stark, and besides his own personal expenses, he had no real costs of living, but she would always refuse. Bucky even resorted to leaving bills in her wallet, but she had caught onto that too. He just felt so damn guilty, showing up, and staying here while she worked hard, he wanted to pull his weight.

That’s when it came to him. Bucky caught sight of her full laundry basket as he waltzed back into her room, considering a nap to pass the time until she returned. If he couldn’t help financially, he would help around the house! At this point, he felt like a househusband staying home all day, just without all the work. It was perfect, foolproof, and there was no way she could say no as when she arrived home it would all be done.

Bucky got to work, running around to search for her cleaning supplies. He found the broom and mop, figuring he would start in the living room and work his way back. Humming happily to himself, Bucky began to work up a sweat, when he noticed his appearance in her hallway mirror. If someone had told him back in the thirties that James Buchanan Barnes would be soaking up domestic bliss by cleaning his lady’s home while she went out to work, he would’ve laughed. Oh, how times had changed, how he had changed.

It was lunchtime when he took a break, looking at his phone that he left charging in the kitchen.

(Y/N): Sorry about this morning : (

Bucky: It’s okay. I know I can be a handful.

(Y/N): I like when you’re a handful! I just needed to go.

Bucky: All is forgiven, my love.

(Y/N): How about I bring takeout home tonight? Your choice.

Bucky: Just bring me home you.

(Y/N): Pizza it is then!

Bucky put together a quick ham and Swiss sandwich for lunch, then got back to work. It was time to tackle the laundry, though he found that this was the first time he would be doing laundry in her home. He searched high and low, every room, nook, and cranny, yet somehow there wasn’t a damn washer in sight. Not even a bin and washboard like his ma used to use back in the day. Bucky looked over at his phone and thought about asking her, but he hated the idea of ruining the surprise. Even worse, she would catch onto what he was doing refuse to tell him where it was. No, he could do this, he was a goddamn assassin, he could find a washer!

Stalking back into the kitchen, he took a drink of water, resting his hands on the counter top. He let his head drop, huffing out a sigh, when he realized what was below him. A washer in the kitchen? How odd, but it certainly looked like a washer, not that he was an expert by any means. Bucky stood up straight again and tried to open it, his hand finding the released under the top ridge, and when he peered inside it had a strange, wire rack that rolled out when he touched it. These things just kept getting more complicated, making him miss the good ol’ days.

Oh well, if it would help her out, then Bucky would learn how to use her washer. He dragged the laundry bin into the kitchen and began to load up the wire rack, slowly rolling it back inside when it was full, and opened nearly every cupboard in the room when he finally found some detergent under the sink. There were a few different bottles, but he decided on the pink one as it smelled like flowers, but there was no measuring cup, so he eyeballed it and poured some in. Once he closed the door to the washer came the hard part, attempting to start it up. After reading through all the options a few times, he liked the idea of ‘Heavy Wash’, he wanted to make sure her clothes were really clean, no point in doing a job unless you do it right. When the machine whirred to life, Bucky stood back and smiled, proud of himself.

Bucky rewarded all of his handwork with a hot shower, relishing the heat that soothed his aching muscles from the mission he had just come home from. After dressing in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, he flopped onto the couch to browse through the TV channels, though nothing really piqued his interest. Bucky wanted (Y/N). He knew it was selfish, childish even to need her so much, but after being denied anything that resembled, warmth, love and affection for over seventy years, he threw caution to the wind. After slowly getting to know (Y/N), building their relationship, learning to trust her, he began to find himself wanting to be surrounded by her tenderness and devotion, preferring to spend days encircled by her arms, dreading the call to action with the Avengers.

Bucky’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he heard the telltale sound of the lock being twisted, the door swinging open, and the heavy sound of boots scuffing on the mat signaling (Y/N)’s return. He hopped up, feet clad in fuzzy socks as he skated the hardwood floor, rounding the corner to find her struggling with grocery bags and a pizza, still hot as he smelt the grease and pepperoni.

“Here baby, let me,” Bucky cooed, relieving her of the items with ease as she sighed in relief, shrugging her jacket off.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Bucky preened at the smile she gave him, her cheeks still red from the chilled air outside, making her look absolutely kissable, but he decided to let her get settled first, he would make plenty of time for that later. He dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, peeking in to see what she had gotten them, gasping when his gaze found the lime green bag of his favorite candy.

“You got me sour gummy worms?” Bucky’s head popped out of the kitchen doorway, catching her arm in his hand as she walked to her bedroom.

“Of course,” (Y/N) chuckled as she was pulled into a tight hug.

“You’re so good to me,” Bucky sighed, releasing her as he brought a hand to her cheek.

“You’re very easy to please,” she quirked an eyebrow at him. “Now let me get changed.”

“Alright,” Bucky huffed, reluctantly letting her go.

He went back to the kitchen, putting away the items she had purchased for them, taking out plates and cups, setting up the TV trays in front of the couch, getting everything just perfect so she would have no reason to leave his side for the rest of the night. (Y/N) sauntered back to the living room in her favorite coordinates, pajama pants and an over sized t-shirt, one that Bucky had left here on purpose one night after he saw how much she coveted them, stealing his whenever she could get her greedy mitts on them. Bucky followed her into the kitchen where they began to dish out the goods; Pizza, chocolate milk, sour gummy worms for Bucky, and fuzzy peaches for (Y/N). A ritual, a sacred meal, their thing.

“Were you cleaning today, Buck?” (Y/N) chirped, eyeing the green glowing light on the dishwasher.

“I was,” he beamed, recalling his busy day. “I wanted you to come home and be able to relax, not have to worry.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “God, I let those dishes pile up.”

“Dishes?” Bucky quirked his head.

“Yeah, there was mountain up to here,” she chuckled, motioning with her hand over the sink.

“Oh, I washed those by hand.”

“Then what’s in my dishwasher?”

Silence came over them as (Y/N) eyed a very baffled Bucky. She would think it was a very cute look on him if she wasn’t running through all the possibilities of what her clueless boyfriend had filled the washer with. Bucky gulped, a sense of impending doom causing his muscles to tense and a cold sweat to break out on his skin. He had just wanted to help, but now he had gone and made things worse, assuming that dishwashers were not very good for clothing. How could he have been so stupid? Of course, it was a dishwasher, it wasn’t his first time seeing one for Christ’s sake, but for some unknown reason, he had truly let himself believe it was just a few hours prior.

(Y/N)’s hand hovered over the machines door, tentative fingers latching onto the handle as the click signaled the locking mechanisms release, steam ascending as the door opened up. With one last look at Bucky’s guilty face, she looked inside, a small gasp as she recognized the contents.

“Oh Bucky.”

“I’m sorry!” He yelped. “I’m so sorry! I was trying to help, but I couldn’t find your washer. I thought that this was your washer, but I’m an idiot, and fuck, I'm sorry!”

She watched him for a split-second, disbelief running over her features before (Y/N)’s face splits with a wide grin, laughter echoing throughout the room.

“My silly, ancient, Bucky,” (Y/N) chuckled, shaking her head, Bucky’s expression showcasing his clear uncertainty to her reaction.

“Come,” she motioned with her hand and turned to walk down the hallway, Bucky quick on her heels, teeth roughly gnawing on his bottom lip. She stopped in front of a folding door, opening it to reveal a washer and dryer, stacked on top of each other in the tiny space. (Y/N) turned, holding out her arms, giving him an incredulous smirk.

“You’re trying to tell me that my boyfriend, assassin extraordinaire, Avenger, the Winter Fucking Soldier, couldn’t find a washer in my small apartment?”

“Uh, well, I'm kinda off the clock darlin’,” Bucky blushed, gaze averting to the floor. He really was an idiot, and now she knew it too.

“You still amaze me every day, Bucky Barnes,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning in to cup his cheek. “Would you even know how to use this thing?”

“Um, well we have them at the compound, but someone usually does it for us,” he muttered the last bit, feeling his cheeks flame up once again, embarrassed at the fact that he could barely do his own laundry. Being an Avenger didn’t exactly allow a lot of time for chores, though it didn’t make him feel any less ridiculous about his lack of skills.

“Alright, the washer and dryer are off limits until you learn how to properly do laundry,” (Y/N) stated, closing the door and starting back down the hallway to the kitchen.

“To be fair, I don’t know to operate a dishwasher, either,” Bucky added.

“Oh sweetheart, I think we’ve already figured that out,” her tone was venomous but when he looked into her eyes, he saw the playful glint.

Bucky got those famous baby blues on full display, hoping to get back in her good graces, his vibranium hand running up and down his flesh arm. His gaze trailed back to the food left on the counter, their special dinner long forgotten about, and he sighed once again.

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Of course not, you were just trying to help.”

Bucky knew she wasn’t, he knew it all along, but he needed her to say it, to tell him that it was okay, and she knew it too. So, (Y/N) gathered up the food and marched out to the living room, nearly dragging Bucky with her, putting their smorgasbord on the TV trays and flicking on the television. She dived in, shoving food in her face, nearly moaning as she took the first bites, her eyes rolling back into her head. Bucky watched her, amazed that she let him see this side of her, that she found joy in such small, mundane things such as lukewarm pizza, chocolate milk, and sweets; By her reaction, it might as well have been a five-star meal. Bucky hadn’t even realized that he was staring until she stopped and stared back.

“What?”

“You’re not worried about your clothes?” He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“They’re just clothes, Buck.”

“I know, but what if I ruined them?”

“Then I'll but new ones,” (Y/N) retorted, turning to face him fully.

“No, I'll buy new ones,” Bucky stated.

“Fine, you’ll buy new ones,” she sighed. “Now eat.”

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice, and within minutes, he had devoured the entire spread. With all of the excitement from earlier settled, his growing need for touch re-emerged, Bucky’s flesh hand sliding onto her thigh, thumb circling the soft fabric. All he wanted was to wrap her up, feel her against him for as long as she would let him, but Bucky was trying to be good, he had caused enough headaches for (Y/N) today. She was happily munching away, blissfully unaware of how desperate he was becoming, slate blue eyes darting between the TV and her face, counting down the seconds until she would finish her slice. Bucky’s moment finally came as (Y/N) wiped her fingers off with a napkin, and before she could place it back down on her TV tray, she was bulldozed by the man, pushed into the couch cushions at breakneck speed, his hands heavy on her waist, head buried into her neck as she let out a yelp.

“Bucky!”

“Mmm.”

“You’re such a baby,” (Y/N) sighed, her arms circling his torso, encouraging Bucky to snuggled even closer.

“Mhm.” She could call him whatever names she wanted, as long as he was allowed to stay like this. He placed small kisses along her exposed skin, sighing when she let her fingers run through his hair, the dishwasher forgotten about, a task for another day.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #Winter Soldier #Avengers #reader insert

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queen-of-songs · 6 years

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The Before: Use Your parachute or You'll fall

Alayne Carya Stone wasn't always herself.

She used to be Sansa Stark.

But Sansa Stark no longer exists. She can't.

“So you and Harry over?” Jon asked after chugging his cup of beer. His voice was filled with something that Sansa couldn’t quite place a name to. Or maybe deep down she could. Who knew. Both of their minds were filled with dreams, lost chances, and alcohol. Yet, Sansa felt her stomach clinch. Her family and Jon still thought she had been with Harry. She dumped Harry two years ago during her second and last year at college. She couldn’t let them find out she quit school. She couldn’t tell them about Ramsay. She couldn’t let them know what he did to her. She didn’t want him to find her family. As far as Ramsay knew, she was Sansa Arryn from Vale, Georgia and a orphan.

After a brief moment, Sansa spoke up.

“Yes. We’re over.” Sansa locked her eyes with Jon’s and felt his fingers slowly link in her’s.

“Good.” Jon nodded and Sansa rose an eyebrow.

“Why is that good?”

“No reason.” Jon smirked and Sansa felt her heart speeding up.

They stumbled into Jon’s bedroom and fell on the bed. Stripping everything away and just enjoying each other just like they used to in the good ol’ days before everything got so complicated. Sansa ran her hands through his curly hair wishing it last forever and ever.

“Gods, I’ve missed you Sans.” Jon moaned in her neck. Sansa wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and gripped harder on his shoulders.

“I’ve missed you too Jon.” She breathily laughed. She heard him chuckle in her neck and his face soon hovered above hers. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was one of the best feelings Sansa had in awhile.

“Did I ever tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”

“Considering I probably have makeup smeared all over my face and my hair is a quite a mess, I would assume not.” She smiled and Jon rolled his eyes.

“You could be covered in the ugliest and smelliest things in the world, I would still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Jon Aemon Snow! You are still the cheesiest twenty-three old man I have ever met.” Sansa began giggling. Jon placed his brooding face on to perhaps guilt her but it only made her laugh harder.

“We can’t have you laughing all night. We still need to catch up.” Jon smirked and slid his hand down to his one of his favorite places of Sansa’s body. The giggling soon stopped and the kissing from earlier, resumed.

No, Sansa and Jon would not be getting a lot of sleep tonight. But that was beyond fine.

After all, they needed to catch up on what they missed for years.

Sansa wanted to say it was just a drunken one night stand with her ex she still loved. But was it a mistake when almost every night of the summer, she had been with him just about anywhere they could find? Was it a mistake when Jon took her to all their favorite places they had gone when they were younger? Was it a mistake while he slept, she said in her mind “I love you Jon Snow.”?

Maybe it was. He broke her heart again at the end of the summer when he told her “I’ve been called to serve at the Night’s Watch again. This summer Sans, was amazing. I just…….I think we should go our separate ways.” Sansa wanted to cry but she just nodded. She kissed him on the cheek and drove away listening to sad love songs.

Robb told her Jon was leaving but she stayed at home. She didn’t want to look at those brown eyes, that made her feel they stared into her soul and knew all of her secrets. Her own father pleaded and Sansa slid off of her bed, gave him a soft smile and shook her head no.

Sansa stared at the ceiling for hours wondering if she should just call Jon to tell him that she isn't afraid and she lo........

My phone's vibrating this late at night? Who'd text me at 4:30 in the morning?

With great caution, Sansa slowly rose the phone to her face and then her heart constricted at the all too familiar name.

“Please come home!!!!!!! I went to counseling. I promise Sansa, I’m better.” -Ramsay.

Perhaps it was the lingering loneliness, heartbreak, and simple naivety that made Sansa go back to Ramsay.

What mistake she had made this time.

He was much worse than before. Sansa didn’t know how it was possible for a human to be so cruel. Sansa’s body was full of pain, covered in internal and external scars, and her emotions all over the place. Yet she didn’t want to go home again. She didn’t want to drag her family into this mess. She brought this upon herself, being the “stupid girl who never learns.” An asinine compliment from Ramsay himself.

Sansa knew something was off when she missed her period two months in a row. She had missed a period before after Ramsay hurt her but never like this. She swallowed and walked up to the aisle of pregnancy tests. The moment of truth.

Pregnant +

Hot tears slid down Sansa’s face as she sank unto the floor.

“What am I going to do?” She murmured as she placed a hand on her bump that nestled Jon‘s baby.

I can’t get rid of something of Jon and I…..I can’t stay with Ramsay…..I can’t let him hurt my baby. I need to find a way to leave. But I can’t go home. I can't let him harm my family.

Slowly but surely, Sansa began to pack things for her planned escape. She wanted to leave before she started showing. She would take a few things in her bag, taking them to Davos’s dinner and hiding them in her office. She loved Davos’s dinner and wished she could stay but now she had her baby to think about.

One day, Davos called her over.

“Hello Sansa, how’s your morning been so far?”

“Pretty good Mr.Seaworth. How is Shireen?”

“Doing quite well. She’s been talking to this boy on that Facetime you young ones use for a while.”

“Oh a boy?” She rose an eyebrow.

“Yes. I’ve talked to him. He’s from Wintertown, Virginia. Loves hockey like I’ve never seen it. Wild, curly auburn hair.”

A pang stung Sansa’s heart.

“What is the boy’s name?”

“Rickon Stark.”

“Oh….okay.” Sansa nodded and began to turn away but Davos gently caught her elbow.

“Is everything alright Lysa?”

“Yes. I just...that name reminds me of….my family.” Sansa looked down to the ground and Davos smiled sadly.

After a beat, Davos spoke up again.

“....Lysa, the reason I called you over, I’ve noticed you’ve brought personal items to work.”

“Mr.Seaworth….I can explain….”

“Lysa, I promise you that your stuff can stay here safely. When you’re ready to go wherever you’re headed off to, stop by here and I can give your check.”

“Mr. Seaworth, you don’t have to…”

“I want to. You’re the hardest worker I’ve ever had. Besides, you’ll need something to keep you up before the baby arrives.”

“.....How did you know?”

“My wife has had six children. A man picks up on these things.”

“Do you think….” Sansa knew Mr. Seaworth knew somewhat of Ramsay.

“No.” Davos firmly stated.

As she packed her some shoes she smelt a pungent smell from the garage. Maybe it’s just the hormones. But the smell became unavoidable, so Sansa decided to take the risk to bring it up to Ramsay.

“Ramsay, there is this smell coming from the garage. I think you need to check it out.”

He gave a cold stare and came right close to her face.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want.” He screamed, his breath reeking of stale beer. He began to raise a hand, Sansa steeled herself closing her eyes, and then heard a giant thud. When she opened her eyes again, her piece of garbage boyfriend laid on the hard floor, passed out.

What a miracle.

Sansa was just starting out on the road when she heard a big BOOM coming from the direction of the house. She pulled over and looked at the house. It was up in flames and Ramsay was lying on the floor.

Oh Gods…….. It must’ve been a gas leak. He’s still in there……. Should I? Do it Sansa. Even though you hate him with all your might……. Wait…...Is that him walking out of the house?

“SANSA! I can you, you evil witch!!!!!! You tried to kill me!” Ramsay’s voice screeched as he ran towards her.

Sansa quickly went into the car and speed away. She looked at mirror to see Ramsay still running before stopping to take a breath.

Thank the Gods! I need to get rid of this car and all my cards as soon as possible.

Sansa drove for two days straight with little rest and finally ditched the car in a forest in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. She spent a week in a Motel and made herself a new debit card online after burning the old with the matches the owner Melisandre gave her. She told Sansa to re-burn the ashes.

“You want to make sure it never sprouts up again.” Sansa had a deep feeling Melisandre knew exactly what she was doing.

She looked at the motel computer and took a deep breath. She just received her Congratulations! You have been hired to Dragonstone Hotel email. She’d be the new nightly cabaret singer for guests.

Alayne Carya Stone. Sounds good. As soon as the plane lands in California, I will go to my new job and dye my hair…….Is that safe for the baby? I’ll have to ask a OB/GYN. Right now I need sleep.

Sansa gathered all her hair up in a cap and put sunglasses on. Her jeans were slightly touch to get on as her baby bump was growing daily. She looked sideways in the mirror and a soft smile played on her face.

You’re the greatest gift I have in my life sweet one and I haven’t even met you yet. I promise to protect you with all m y body, heart and soul.”

Sansa was brought by a soft knock on her door and opened it to see Melisandre holding a purse in her hand.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m excited to get a fresh start!” Sansa nodded and came out into the hallway.

“Remember to pick up your things after you land. Book an appointment as soon as you can to check up on your health. Remember to not forget your past and keep those you love near to your heart. Lastly, think of strong names for your future endeavors.”

Does she know about the baby….? I’m wearing my baggiest sweater….

“I will. Thank you Melisandre for letting me stay here. As soon as I’m able I will send you money to repay you.”

“No need for that.”

“But…”

“But nothing. You were my guest at the beginning and now you feel like a daughter to me. Keep this purse and everything that’s in it. Promise me you will not open it until you’re in the air.”

“Whatever is in the purse, I don’t deserve it…..” “Alayne, you have been down a hard and ugly road for years. I would assume you’re about twenty one years old. I had a past similar to your’s. Without an older woman helping me, I don’t know where I would be now. I want you to live your best life and be filled with happiness. So please take this purse and seek help whenever you need it. It has been an honor to have you stay here.”

Hot tears slid down Sansa’s face. She hugged Melisandre tightly. It almost felt like her mother’s hug.

“Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Now go catch that plane!”

Sansa looked down at the purse and opened it. There was a brand new phone it in with a number attached. A few notebooks with a pack of pens. A musical note bracelet. Several gift cards to restaurants and clothing stores. A list of OB/GYN’s in California. A list of possible hair colors to go to, with a big star next to light blonde. A stack of several hundred dollar bills.

This is one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me but this is too……….Wait is that a note?

A small note on light blue paper that was addressed to her.

Dear Alayne,

I know you think this is too much. I was not lying when I said you felt like a daughter to me. You remind me so much of myself when I was younger. Do not lose hope and have a bright future! I fully believe I see that for you. If you ever need to talk, do not hesitate to call!

-Melisandre

P.S. Send me pictures of the baby after it is born, I am beyond sure it will be a beauty!

Sansa smiled to herself and kept the letter close to her chest. She was filled with hope. Something she hadn't allowed herself to feel for years.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, more to come soon!

Feel free to leave a comment or constructive criticism down below!

For my fam feeling Jonsa withdrawals until 2019 +plus whenever GRRM releases the last two books:

TV Show Recommendation: On My Block - Great TV show with wonderful friendship dynamics with a sense of family, sweet ships, and an awesome soundtrack! (check out Parachute by AM!R)

Movie Recommendation: The Kissing Booth- Cheese fest but super cute. Also the love interest named Noah Flynn is beyond gorgeous.

Book Recommendation: Dumplin' by Julie Murphy

Have a fantastic day! -Queen of Songs

P.S. I hope to be able to put this on Ao3, so stay tuned!

#jonsa fic #actuallyjonsa #Jon x Sansa #jonsa #queen of songs

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Is there somewhere

Chapter one: Colors

Summary: Richie didn’t belong in boring, old fashioned, small Derry, that was for sure. Richie Tozier wore leather jackets and ripped jeans. Richie Tozier had his ear pierced and he painted his nails black. Richie Tozier wore combat boots and let his curls grow wild and messy. Richie Tozier always had headphones around his neck and sometimes he wore eyeliner. Richie Tozier smoked weed on the school ground and told teachers to shut the fuck up. Richie Tozier was tall and skinny and he wore bands tank tops. Richie Tozier was the reason why Eddie had started biting his lower lip way more frequently than he did before.

Hey everyone! I know I still have my Hogwarts AU in progress, but this idea came to my mind and I just had to write it down.

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(Each chapter will be named after one of Halsey’s songs, just in case you will be wanting to listen to something)

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“If- if my mom finds out you’re here…” Eddie was breathless. Richie Tozier was kissing his neck and fucking him relentlessly, holding his hips and breathing hot against his neck. “Oh god.”

“As much as I like your mom, Eds, you gotta stop talking about her.” Richie panted, squeezing Eddie’s hip and bringing his other hand to cup the boy’s face, stroking his bottom lip with his thumb. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Eddie clutched Richie’s shoulders as he felt getting closer and closer to his climax, moaning high and desperate like he never imagined he would have. “Harder, faster!” He pleaded, digging his nails into Richie’s back and dragging them down. “Oh yes! Right there!” His voice had turned a few octaves up and his hips had started stuttering in the attempt of meeting Richie’s thrusts.

The boy’s dark, chocolate curls were falling on Eddie’s face and their eyes were locked together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Eddie knew his eyes were open wide, because he didn’t want to miss the look on Richie’s face, the way he was looking at him. His heart was about to burst, he could feel it, because, as Richie came inside him with a loud cry of Eddie’s name, Eddie knew he was utterly, completely, deeply in love.

Five months earlier

“I just don’t see what’s the appeal, you know? A bunch of sweaty, drunk teenagers grinding against each other? It sounds like a punishment, not a party.” Eddie was putting his books back in his locker, while gesturing dismissively at Bill’s attempts to convince him to go.

Eddie wasn’t kidding when he said that he didn’t see any appeal in a party. He was 17, and he had only been at one party.

It had been more than enough.

After only three hours someone had thrown up on his new shoes and Mike had accidentally spilled beer on his favorite shirt. He had been grounded for three weeks and, to be honest, he wasn’t looking forward to it again.

“But A-A-Audra’s going to be t-t-there!” Bill protested, resting the back of his head against the lockers.

“How is this going to convince me to go to a stupid party? She’s your crush, not mine.” He pointed out, raising his eyebrows. “Besides, I have a test on Monday. I have to study, and you should too.” He added, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“I’ll g-g-give you 50 b-bucks.” Bill said, very seriously.

“I’m not an escort, Bill.” Eddie chuckled, closing his locker. Behind its door was standing Richie Tozier, and Eddie nearly had a heart attack.

“Jesus, Tozier! You scared the shit out of me!” Eddie gasped, putting his hand on his chest and feeling how hard his heart was beating.

“I thought the palpitations were a side effect of your crush on me.” Richie said, wiggling his eyebrows. Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you wish.”

Richie pouted dramatically, but Eddie knew he was just mocking him. Richie and him had never been friends. Not just acquaintances, either, but they weren’t friends. They teased each other in the hallways, they bickered when they were in the same room, but they weren’t friends.

They couldn’t have been. They lived on two different planets.

Eddie was, alongside Stanley Uris, one of the best students of the Derry High School. His grades were perfect, teachers adored him and he was never late for school. He joined two clubs for extra credits and he would have killed for a scholarship at Harvard. He knew what he wanted, and he had his goals clear in his mind: graduate from high school, go to college, take medicine and become a nurse in New York. He liked having a plan, it made him feel safe and focused.

Richie, on the quite contrary, was a living train wreck. He wasn’t stupid, oh, not at all. Eddie knew he was extremely fucking smart. In fact, Richie managed to get straight A’s with a upsettingly small amount of studying. He was always late, and when he wasn’t late he wasn’t at school at all. The first time he saw him, during their 9th grade, Eddie thought Richie didn’t belong in Derry at all.

Richie had just moved there from California, and that immediately lighted a spark of curiosity in the small town of Derry.

Who were these people? Why did they move from California? Can we trust them?

Richie didn’t belong in boring, old fashioned, small Derry, that was for sure.

Richie Tozier wore leather jackets and ripped jeans. Richie Tozier had his ear pierced and he painted his nails black. Richie Tozier wore combat boots and let his curls grow wild and messy. Richie Tozier always had headphones around his neck and sometimes he wore eyeliner. Richie Tozier smoked weed on the school ground and told teachers to shut the fuck up. Richie Tozier was tall and skinny and he wore bands tank tops. Richie Tozier was the reason why Eddie had started biting his lower lip way more frequently than he did before.

Everyone at school was impressed when he first came around. He was different from the people of Derry. He was different from the cardigans and the polo shirts, from the shirts tucked in the jeans and the brushed hair.

Eddie didn’t even know boys could paint their nails the first time he saw Richie.

“Are you coming to the party, Eds?” He asked, checking with his fingers if the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear was still there.

“Don’t call me that, for fuck’s sake.” Eddie hissed, glaring at him. “And no, I’d rather lick a gas station’ toilet clean.”

“What a vivid image.” Richie laughed, and Eddie wondered if he knew he wasn’t joking at all. “Come on, it’s gonna be lit. Bev knows how to throw a party.”

Beverly Marsh was the only person Richie really talked to. They were similar under many aspects, so anyone could have seen why they clicked together.

Eddie was still wondering why Richie bothered talking to him at all, since they were different under all the aspects.

“I’m sure she does.” Eddie said simply, and Bill huffed beside him.

“But this one’s different. We’re going to the quarry for a bone fire.” Eddie didn’t know that. He thought it was going to be a lame house party with fifty teenagers squeezed together behind four walls. A bone fire did sound nice. Nicer than a house party, anyway. He would have had room to breathe fresh air, and sitting in front of a creaking fire with his friends was a nice prospective.

Eddie glanced up at Richie, who towered over him, being the lanky motherfucker he was. “I’m going to give it a long, hard thought.”He said, and Bill almost squeaked by his side. He knew him far too well not to know he had basically said yes.

Richie’s lips curved into a crooked smirk, as their eyes were still fixed on each other. “Maybe I’ll see you later, then.” Richie said lowly, and Eddie tilted his chin up.

“Maybe you will.”

“S-S-Seriously, Eddie, w-what’s going on b-b-between you and R-Richie Tozier?” Bill asked. He was currently lying on his stomach on Eddie’s bed, flicking through the pages of a comic book distractedly as Eddie chose what to wear at the bone fire.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie frowned, looking at his friend through the mirror. “Nothing’s going on.”

“It m-most certainly l-l-looks like s-something’s g-g-going on.” Bill giggled, and Eddie turned towards him with his hands on his hips.

“Something like what?”

“Something like a b-b-big, f-fat, mutual c-crush.” Bill said, wiggling his eyebrow, and Eddie’s cheeks heated up.

“Shut the f-“

“Eddie bear? Where are you going?” Sonia Kaspbrak had opened the door to her son’s room without knocking, making the two boys jump in surprise. “Isn’t it a bit late to go out?”

“Eddie’s c-c-coming to mine. We’re g-gonna study and watch a m-movie, mrs K.” Bill said quickly, smiling up at the woman.

“And you can’t do that here?” She questioned, and Bill’s smile only grew faker and wider.

“I’ve g-got a new DVD.”

“Very well, but no sleepovers. You’ve got to be home by 11.30.” Sonia said, pointing her finger at Eddie.

“Sure, ma.” Eddie stood on his tiptoes and kissed his mother’s cheek, grinning sweetly.

There was no other way but lying, Eddie knew it far too well. His overprotective, manipulative, controlling mother would have never let him go to a party, let alone one with a bone fire involved.

Especially if she knew Richie Tozier was going to be there as well.

Ever since the Tozier family had moved in their neighborhood, Sonia Kaspbrak had been sulking about it. She didn’t like Maggie Tozier one bit, because “she smiled way too much” and “no woman was supposed to wear skirts that didn’t reach the knees”, but truth was Sonia was extremely jealous. She never had a valid reason to smile, while Maggie Tozier was cheerful most of the time. Plus, Maggie was a beautiful woman. She was tall and slender, had round hips and beautiful curly hair that framed a regular face and pretty, big hazel eyes. Eddie knew every single man in town fancied her and that every single woman in town desperately tried to find her flaws.

Derry was not the kind of town where a woman could have been happy about another woman’s beauty. In Derry, women despised each other.

She didn’t trust the fact that they came to Derry all in a sudden and that no one knew why. She started speculating about the reason with Eddie’s aunt, and every theory was more ridiculous than the last.

Then, Sonia had to complain about mr Tozier and his “way too loud new car”. Mr Tozier was a dentist, which Eddie always found curious, considering that Richie’s front teeth were slightly too big and they were usually resting upon his lower lip.

Eddie always thought it was cute, because those teeth, along with the freckles on Richie’s nose and cheeks, made him look younger.

But most of all, Sonia Kaspbrak despised the loud, foul-mouthed, vulgar, punk Tozier boy more than anything else in the world and she didn’t want him anywhere near her beloved, well mannered son.

“Don’t eat candies or chips or you’ll get a stomachache!” Sonia reminded Eddie as the boys were running down the stairs.

“Yes ma!” Eddie called back, before the front door slammed shut.

It wasn’t terrible, Eddie considered. The bone fire had been lighted up and it was burning high, there were a lot of students around it, mostly from the 12th and 11th grade and Eddie wasn’t hating it. He had a can of soda in his hand, while Bill had decided to go for a bottle of ice cold beer. There was music, nice music, and Eddie couldn’t deny that Beverly Marsh had a pretty fucking great idea.

“This is n-n-nice, isn’t it?” Bill said, glancing around the crowd, desperately trying to spot Audra.

“I’m not hating it.” Eddie conceded, and Bill smiled.

“Hey guys.” Both of the boys turned their heads to look at Stan, who was holding a can identical to Eddie’s. “Didn’t think you would have come.” He said with a tentative smile that was entirely directed at Bill.

“I didn’t think that either.” Eddie shrugged, sighing as Bill ignored completely Stan’s glances, too busy to try to gain Audra’s attention.

Eddie was well aware of the crush Stan had on Bill. Everyone was well aware of that. Bill was a handsome boy: he was tall, he had ginger-ish hair and a charming smile. Eddie could see why Stan liked him so much. Bill, though, despite his stutter, was more outgoing, while Stan tended to hide behind his books, like an admirer from afar.

“Well, I’m glad you decided to come. It was a bit awkward without actual people to talk to.” He said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Yeah, me too.” Another voice said from behind them. Eddie twirled on his heels to find Richie standing in front of him. He was wearing a black tank top and a denim jacket with some pins on it, black and ripped skinny jeans and his combat boots. Eddie found himself staring for a couple of seconds.

“You smell weird.” Eddie said, well aware that, mixed to Richie’s cologne, was the smell of weed.

“That’s what I told your mom last night.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” He winked.

Stan rolled his eyes. “I’m not following. Were you with Eddie or with his mom last night?” He said flatly, not really asking a question.

“Maybe both.” Richie laughed. Eddie shrugged past him, shouldering him but not too hard, and walked away. The last thing he needed was to hear to Richie’s awful mom jokes.

He just didn’t understand. Richie was a real fucking trashmouth, but he seemed particularly keen on addressing his annoying jokes toward Eddie. Sure, he was friends with Beverly, but he never heard him being so loud around her. He leaned his back against a tree, taking a deep breath away from the crowd. His mind ran back to what Bill had said.

What’s going on between you and Richie Tozier?

Eddie had no idea. He truly, honestly had no idea of what was going on.

He didn’t know why Richie bothered talking to him, he didn’t know why he bothered answering. He didn’t know why his heart beat a little faster whenever he heard Richie’s voice near him, and he was too afraid to asking himself why.

Nothing was going on between Richie Tozier and him.

It wasn’t that great, after all. It was just like a regular party, but outside. There were people grinding in rhythm with the music, people making out and people way too drunk to function. Bill had finally managed to talk to Audra, and they were currently kissing against a tree. Eddie’s eyes immediately went for Stan, who was sitting with his head down and Mike Hanlon’s arm thrown around his shoulders. Eddie knew Mike, he was in the football team and he was probably one of the kindest person he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. If Stan was with Mike, he knew he was in good hands.

“Are you cold?” It was almost time for Eddie to go. Last thing he wanted, was to piss his mother off and being grounded for a month. He looked to his left, where Richie had sat down. They were in front of the bone fire, but the air had cooled down and gave Eddie goose bumps down his arms.

“I’m fine.” Eddie shrugged, looking back at the fire. Two seconds later, Richie’s warm denim jacket was around his shoulders.

“There you go.”

“I said I was fine.”

“Your body says otherwise.” Richie ran his index finger over Eddie’s arm, which only caused more goose bumps. He swallowed hard, gripping the grass under him as he looked up at Richie’s chocolate brown eyes.

“Thank you. You shouldn’t have, but thank you.” He said, wrapping Richie’s way-too-big jacket around himself. They looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds, and Eddie felt his stomach knotting and then filling with something that fluttered. With the fire’s light hitting his face, Eddie could clearly see every single one of Richie’s freckles. He could admire the way his curls fell on his forehead and the way his front teeth rested on his lower lip when he wasn’t thinking about hiding them. Eddie knew he wasn’t supposed to think about another boy’s freckles, eyes, hair and mouth, but when it came to Richie he just couldn’t help but wonder. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, and yet he was afraid of the answers. It was like looking at an unsolved mystery, and it fascinated Eddie beyond any measure.

“Anytime.” Richie replied softly, and his lips curved into a relaxed smile that made Eddie wonder if that was a perfectly normal thing to do.

He was even about to ask him that, when some girl screamed.

“The cops are here!”

Eddie didn’t even have the time to think or react. Before he could even look at what was going on, he was being pulled on his feet by a warm hand firmly holding his and then he was running. The woods that surrounded the quarry were not a place you would have wanted to find yourself lost in at night, but Richie seemed to know what he was doing and where he was going as he held Eddie’s hand and dragged him away. Eddie heard the music being shut down and then voices, loud voices and sirens.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, but the last thing he wanted was being dragged back home by the police. He wasn’t even drunk, he hadn’t touch a single drop of alcohol, but she wouldn’t have cared. He had lied, and that would have been a reason valid enough for him to be locked home for god knows how long.

“Rich! Stop!” He panted, planting his heels to the ground once they were far away enough. He leaned his back against a tree and tried to catch his breath.

He hoped that his friends managed to ran away as well.

“Are you okay?” Richie asked as he tried to catch his breath. Eddie nodded, panting, and looked up at the taller boy with wide eyes.

“Thank you…” He breathed, and Richie chuckled.

“This is the second time you thank me tonight.” He pointed out, resting a hand beside Eddie’s head as he looked down at him. They were really close. They were really close and they were alone in the dark woods, and Eddie shouldn’t have felt as comfortable as he did.

“Well, you deserve it.” Eddie bit his lower lip as he looked in his eyes, then looked back down at the ground with a blush on his cheeks. “I was supposed to be home five minutes ago. Shit, my mom’s going to kill me…”

“Well, we better get going then, am I right?” Eddie nodded slowly, watching as Richie took a step back from him. “Come on.” He offered Eddie his hand, and the smaller boy frowned a little. “It’s mad dark in here, I don’t want to lose you in a wood.”

“Are you just looking for an excuse to hold my hand, Tozier?” Eddie teased, thanking the darkness that was hiding his blush as he slipped his hand into Richie’s.

“Shut up and follow me, Kaspbrak.”

#reddie #reddie fan fic #is there somewhere #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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