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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 3 years

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I Had It Under Control

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! reader (based on TFAWS)

Summary: After almost dying during a fight against the Flag Smashers, you wake up to an angry Bucky and a fight ensues.

Warnings: angst, fluff, violence, cursing

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my first fic! I really appreciate it!! For this one, I decided to incorporate a little angst. I hope you like it! :)

You wince as your back slams into the ground. The Flag Smasher that just knocked you down, turns away from you and heads toward Walker. With only a few seconds to get off the ground and collect yourself, you scan your surroundings. Bucky is to your right, dodging two Flag Smashers with knives, while Sam is to your left, landing punches here and there. You were losing this fight. It was the four of you against seven super soldiers.

“Shit. This isn’t good looking.” You whisper to yourself.

“It would be nice if you stopped talking to yourself and helped out a little, Y/N” Sam says into your earpiece.

“I just got knocked down, thank you very much. Couldn’t really fight when I’m laying on the ground, trying to catch my breath” you say back.

“You got hurt, doll?” Bucky asks worriedly.

Sam laughs. “Mr. Knight and Shining Armor always worrying about if Y/N is hurt or not. Where was your concern when I got shot in the leg last week, huh?”

I could feel Bucky rolling his eyes from where he was standing a few feet away. “You walked it off. You were fine.”

“No, no, I didn’t walk it off, tin man. I couldn’t walk because I was shot in the leg and where were you…”

You interrupt Sam before he can continue, “Alright, we get the picture. Let’s stay civil here. We already have enough around us to fight. Don’t need to start fighting each other too.”

Right after you speak, you are surrounded by two super soldiers and instantly get into a fighting stance, already pulling the knife out of your leg holster.

“Looks like we fancy the same type of weapon, boys,” you speak while gesturing towards your knife. “Unfortunately for you, I fight better with it.”

You dodge the super soldier on your right, throwing your knife into his leg, and quickly grab your second knife from its holster, throwing it into the side of the super soldier to your left. Before either can react, you pull the knives out of both soldiers, sending them to the ground in pain.

You step back and wipe the knives onto your clothes, cleaning the blood off them.

“You know, fellas, it’s a shame it had to come to this. I was open to talking it through.”

You turn to look towards Sam. “Now, who did you say needed to help out a little, birdman?”

Sam’s reply is like a distant memory as you suddenly feel a tremendous pain in your stomach. You look down and see blood pouring out of you. Your hand instinctively moves to cover the bullet wound.

“And, unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I have a gun” says one of the super soldiers you stabbed. You turn to see him lying on the ground still, but this time with a gun in his hand, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

Your legs give out beneath you, but before you can hit the ground, Bucky is there, holding you up. “I’ve got you, doll. I’ve got you.” He looks at you with nothing but terror in his eyes.

“Sam!” Bucky yells. “I’ve gotta get them out of here.”

Sam comes running up to your other side. “Shit” he says. “Go, Walker and I will cover you.”

Bucky doesn’t waste another second, as he picks you up and starts running towards the nearest building.

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Once inside, he places you on your back, on a table in the middle of the room.

“Bucky” you whisper. Your vision was starting to blur. You were losing too much blood.

Bucky doesn’t hear you, as he is frantically ripping off your shirt and tying it around the bullet wound, trying to stop you from bleeding out.

You lazily reach your hand up to grab his wrist. “Bucky” you say a little louder.

Bucky whips his head to look at you.

You reach your hand up to touch his cheek. “Bucky, I have something I want to tell you.”

“You can tell me after we get you stitched up.”

You start to talk a little louder. “No, Bucky, no, I need to tell you now. In case I don’t make it.”

“Stop that!” Bucky yells. “You’re going to make it. You’re going to be fine. Don’t say shit like that, doll. Just don’t.” Tears start to fall down his cheeks. “We are going to get you all fixed up. Just sit tight.”

You start to cry. You reach your hand back down to grab his hand. “I love you, Buck. I love you so much. And, I have for so long. I just want you to know that. It’s important that you do.”

Bucky starts to cry harder. He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t hear anything he says.

The darkness in the corner of your vision starts creeping in and after a couple seconds, you fall asleep.

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You slowly open your eyes and see white all around you. You hear a faint beeping sound to your left. Your body aches everywhere, especially your stomach. You feel a slight squeeze to your right hand and turn your head to see Bucky sitting in a chair next to you, with his hand holding yours and his head down.

“Buck” you attempt to say, but your voice is so scratchy it doesn’t sound like anything.

Bucky’s head immediately lifts up and he springs to his feet.

“You’re awake. Oh my god, doll, I thought... Let me go get a doctor.”

You shake your head slowly. “No”, you manage to get out. “Stay please. I just need some water.”

Bucky nods. “Water, right, okay.” He hands you a cup of water. “Here you go, love.”

The water burns down your throat and you start to cough.

Bucky instantly grabs your hand again. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “I’m okay. Just burns a little.” You look him in the eyes. “What?” you ask him as he looks at you with a strange look.

Bucky’s mood immediately changes. “I should be asking you that. What were you doing turning your back to the enemy?” he asks angrily.

You scoff. “We are really going to have this conversation right now?”

“Yeah, we are. What the hell were you thinking? You can’t be doing that. You could have died!”

“But, I didn’t. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Bucky slams his hands down on the bed and stands up. “But, you almost did!” he yells. “You almost fucking died because you wanted to make some stupid comment to Sam, like a dumbass!”

“Me? A dumbass? I had it under control. I had both of those men on the ground, while you were still busy trying to dodge the fucking knives being thrown at you! Some super soldier you are, huh?”

“Under control? You call getting shot ‘under control’?” Bucky screams at you.

You look back at him incredulously. “What the hell is your problem?”

He throws his hands towards you. “You! You’re my fucking problem. Damnit, you could have died! And, then what? Do you even care? I could have fucking lost you.” He starts to break down and cry. You look into his eyes, as tears run down his face. “I almost lost you and I love you too much to lose you! And, of course, you finally said you love me and I didn’t even get a chance to say it back. I was so scared.” He sits down next to the bed and places his hand on your face. “I was so scared. I’ve lost everyone. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

Tears run down your face. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, Buck. I’m so sorry I scared you. But, I meant it when I said I love you. I love you so much. I’m here as long as you’ll want me.”

Bucky smiles. “Then you’re stuck with me forever, doll, because I’ll always want you. Just please don’t do something like that ever again.”

You smile and lean up to kiss him. Right as your lips connect, the door opens.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What did I just walk into? I guess Tinman finally admitted his feelings, Y/N?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and moves back to sit in the chair.

You laugh and look at Sam. “Cut him some slack, Sam. He’s had a long day.”

Sam walks over to your bed. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better. Just sore.”

Sam grins. “Bucky’s lips make it all better?”

Bucky turns to Sam. “Hey now, don’t start.”

“Oh, yeah? And, what are you going to do, old man?”

You watch as Bucky and Sam bicker with each other and smile to yourself.

Sam interrupts your moment of thought. “But seriously, please tell me you guys aren’t going to be making out every time I turn my back.”

You and Bucky look at each other and laugh. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to be quiet” you say.

Sam groans in response and Bucky starts to laugh even harder, just as the doctor walks in.

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timid-orchid · 2 years

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Captive Part 4/?

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped and experimented on by Umbrella, the only thing you wanted so desperately was to finally be free.

Warnings: typical RE stuff, zombies, human experiments, descriptions of torture

Word Count: 2,015

Thomas' behavior had changed ever since the Licker experiment that happened over a week ago.

He wouldn't meet your eyes anymore, opting to either look over your shoulder or at the floor instead.

Even the small talk he would initiate on the way to Barlowe's office had stopped, only the noises of the facility and your footsteps accompanied you to the man who made your life a living hell.

Your footsteps ceased as you slowed to a stop, looking down at your shoes.

"0377?"

"Thomas," you looked up at him with big eyes, "do...do you think I'll ever get out of here?"

He opened his mouth to say something but paused, scrunching his nose as he thought about your question.

"Ya know that no subject has ever got out of 'ere alive..."

Your shoulders fell as you looked back at your shoes. You knew he would say that, but you had hoped there was some sliver of a chance, even if it was 0.000001%, you just needed the chance.

Waiting all these months for the opportunity to escape has proven to be in vain so far. You memorized the guard's shift change, when or why all the cells open, but for what?

So you could be experimented on until it killed you? Until this place killed you?

Until Barlowe killed you?

You wanted to fight until the bitter end, wanted to make every worker's life hell for doing this shit to you, but you were so tired.

The fatigue clearly evident by the way you held yourself, shoulders were mostly slumped, head down, eyes to the floor, a frown pulling at your lips as the dark circles under your eyes made your face look hollow. Your complexion had become paler than usual, either from the constant experiments or from your body working so hard to keep you alive and fighting off the viruses.

It felt like gravity was working against you more than usual, crushing you closer to the Earth's core, making your body feel heavier than it used to.

How were you supposed to keep fighting, to keep going, if everything and everyone in this facility were hellbent on killing you?

Having to defend yourself on all sides felt so daunting, it...

It was killing you faster than the fuckers in this facility ever could.

"The doc is gonna be upset if we keep him waitin', 0377." Thomas cleared his throat, trying to get your attention back to the present.

"Having to see him makes me upset." You muttered, shaking your head.

You walked past him, only stopping when you noticed he wasn't following you.

"Thomas?"

"I..." He sighed, "I just wanna tell ya somethin', I had been sittin' on this for a good while."

"What is it?" You inquired, turning so you fully faced him.

"I'm sorry...'bout what happened with that skinless fella. I wanted to go down 'n help ya, but the doc-"

"I know, Thomas." You pushed his shoulder playfully, trying to make him feel better. "He's the boss of you, he has authority over you. You couldn't have gone against his order, or there would've been consequences."

"I don't blame you for what happened," you continued, "the fault lies wholly with Barlowe."

He sighed, rolling his shoulders like a weight was lifted from them. "Thank ya, 0377."

"But, uh." He scratched the back of his head, "we really need to git before the doc tans our hide."

Barlowe was less than pleased about you and Thomas arriving late to his office after your little heart to heart. Thomas had scrambled to think of an excuse to tell, although, Barlowe didn't seem...all too pleased with it.

"So...you're telling me..." Barlowe pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, "the reason you were late...was because you were in the restroom?"

Thomas nodded, "yessir. Ya know I'm lack...lack...toast...in...told...uh..."

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in your giggles.

"Lactose intolerant?" Barlowe pinched his nose bridge harder, leaving a red mark behind when he dropped his hand to his side.

"That one. I'm lack toast in toddler ant, n' I had extra cheesy pizza for lunch."

Barlowe glanced at you, "and you want me to believe that 0377 just stood by and waited for you in the hall?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, Dr. Barlowe." You began, "I was too frightened to move from my spot, not wanting him to chase me down after...going through...that."

"You're...serious?"

"As a heart attack." You kept a straight face as you looked into his eyes, hoping he couldn't see right through you.

"I suppose there is no harm in your tardiness since you're both here, but see that it doesn't happen again in the future." Barlowe shook his head, "I can only forgive this issue once, and that's all. Especially since this whole situation has taken too much of my time as it is, let's just get started, shall we?"

You walked over and sat on the chair you usually planted yourself in while you waited for Barlowe to get to the office.

"What are we doing today?" You inquired.

"You seem like you're in a good mood today, 0377." Barlowe hummed, "that's good, you're easier to work with when you're not...easily agitated..."

You frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. "What...are we doing today?"

He walked over to his desk, pushing the red button that sat on top before grabbing his beloved clipboard.

"I'm very curious about your regenerative abilities..."

"No." You stood and furrowed your brows, narrowing your eyes at the man. "No way-"

"I want to know your limit, 0377."

"Dealing with you pushes me past my limit."

"Well the fun part about this is that you don't get a say or choice in the matter."

The door pushed open as two guards headed straight for you, they stood on either side of you, having a firm grip on your arms.

"What are you planning, you bastard?" You spat, trying to break free of the guards' hold.

"Nothing too invasive, if that's what you're worried about."

"How vague."

"These two gentlemen will escort you to my lab down the hall. You'll be able to lay down for these experiments."

The guards hauled you out of the room as you dug your heels into the floor, trying to slow them down as much as you could.

"Ah, try not to make their job harder than it already is, 0377. They're new and haven't dealt with your...attitude yet." Barlowe clicked his tongue as he trailed behind you. "We don't want to scare them off now, do we?"

"I'm going to kill you." You spat.

"I enjoy your company as well, 0377."

You were strapped down to a lab table, they had to add more restraints, as you had broken out of the first set.

Once they had you securely tied down to where you couldn't move a centimeter, Barlowe walked over to his large storage shelf, pulling out a box.

"I hope you don't mind knives, 0377."

"Whatever you do to me, I will repay you in kind, you sick son of a bitch." You pulled against your restraints as he stepped closer to you.

"I think a gag may be necessary." Barlowe set a tray down next to the table you were laying on. "Thomas, I have gags in the second drawer in my desk, please grab one for me."

Thomas ran out of the lab, you couldn't blame him for following Barlowe's orders, but damn did it hurt nonetheless.

"Let's see how this does..."

Barlowe held your arm down, swiping a sharp knife down the meaty part of your forearm. You hissed as the cut burned, bleeding immediately.

"Not too deep, should heal quickly..." Barlowe muttered.

Thomas came back with a ball gag.

"What kind of kinky shit-"

Thomas looked at you apologetically as he shoved the gag into your mouth, cutting off your question.

"Ah, much better..." Barlowe smiled, "oh, and will you bring me the hand saw? It's over in-"

You stopped listening as your mind focused on what he said, your chest began to ache as your heart raced, your breathing shallowed as you panicked.

"Let's see what your limit is, 0377."

There was a stinging heaviness behind your eyes as you slowly forced them open, the blinding light of Barlowe's lab assaulted your vision as you slowly came to.

You didn't even realize you passed out during his experiments.

"0377, you're awake," he grabbed his clipboard, hovering over you, "how do you feel?"

You kept blinking the dryness of your eyes away, glancing at Barlowe, his white lab jacket was covered in blood.

Your blood.

"You fainted when I got to the third experiment, which was using the hand saw to saw your leg off." He explained, "the pain must have been immeasurable..."

"Can you explain how it felt?"

You glared at him.

"Oh, right. You're still gagged, silly me."

He pulled the gag out, tossing it somewhere behind him.

"Now tell me how it felt."

"I'd much rather demonstrate it." Your tired voice wasn't as vicious as you had hoped it would be.

"Anger will be noted, 0377."

"I'm beyond anger."

"Psychopathic rage, perhaps?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Duly noted, 0377." He hummed, finishing his notes.

"Thomas, let me see your gun."

Thomas snapped his head up as he stared wide-eyed at Barlowe. "Uh, come again?"

"I will not ask again."

"Wait, you're not seriously going to shoot me, are you?" You questioned, unsure if you could take anymore.

"I am seriously going to shoot you, once Thomas hands me his gun, anyways." Barlowe held his hand out to Thomas, motioning him to give him the gun.

Thomas reluctantly reached into his holster and pulled out his gun, slowly handing it to Barlowe with a grim look.

Barlowe clicked the safety off before pointing it toward your abdomen. "You may feel a pinch..."

"You motherfuck-"

Barlowe pulled the trigger, the loud sound echoed around the small room, startling you.

You watched Barlowe through wide, teary eyes before glancing down to your body.

Blood gushed from your middle, making it hard to tell where exactly the bullet hit. The burning, sharp pain made your tears fall faster as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Can you describe how you feel, 0377?" Barlowe inquired, handing Thomas the gun and grabbing his clipboard.

"Homicidal." You croaked, hissing as a stinging pain made you tense up.

Barlowe clicked his tongue in annoyance as he watched you trying to make your body stop shaking. "That doesn't help my research, 0377."

"It won't help the police find your body, either." You hissed, nostrils flaring as you glared at the bastard.

Barlowe sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, “I see I’m not going to get an answer today. Thomas, I’ll leave you to untie 0377, I don’t like the murderous look she’s giving me.”

Thomas nodded as Barlowe walked past him, clapping him on the back as he left the room.

“Coward.” You muttered.

Thomas untied you before running off to look for a first aid kit. You slowly sat up, cringing as a sharp pain would shoot up your spine from your middle. A clinging sounded throughout the quiet room; it pulled your attention as you glanced down at the table under your abdomen.

Your body had pushed the bullet out of your abdomen as it slowly knitted the wound closed. You were completely healed by the time Thomas came back with the first aid, looking at you for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything as he gave you a piggyback ride back to your cell, gently setting you down in your sleeping corner. He looked you over, opening his mouth to say something, before deciding against it. He just shook his head and left you alone in your cell.

There was a deep aching in your body, kind of like how your knee ached when it was about to storm. Your physical wounds may be healed, but the scars remain.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader

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catwithangerissues · 3 years

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Haikyuu Polyship hc’s!

♚ Hey hey hey! Welcome to a little collab that @tetsurocking and I have been working on for a few weeks now! Like two but still. We each chose three different couples and wrote headcanons about a poly relationship with them!

♚ My three!: Suna x Osamu x Reader! Tendo x Ushijima x Reader! And Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader!

♚ Make sure to check out the three couples J wrote about over on her page! I promise you’ll find some stuff ya like😉 ‘I think about polyships too much for a monogamous bitch’ -J 😂 Anyways, enjoy!

♚ Warnings: Should be none! Although I reference high school in the past, everyone involved is aged up!

Suna x Osamu x Reader Poly!

✧ When you guys were in high school, Rinta would always send you videos of Osamu and him at practice; sometimes they were videos of the twins fighting, some were of them doing little tricks with the ball to get your praise, and some were just of them waving/saying they missed you

✧ They tend to spam your little group chat with memes while you’re at work or school, and sometimes they just spam you for attention <3

✧ They both really like it when you wear their clothing. Sometimes they get pouty if you wear one shirt or the other, but they never genuinely mind. In addition to this, they basically share a wardrobe. Is that Suna’s shirt or Samu’s? They don’t even know 🤷🏻‍♀️

✧ Suna probably sends you two pictures of the ugliest things he sees in a day and and puts a caption like « haha that’s you two. » that’s it. He probably doesn’t even bother to put a period at the end (Thanks for this one, Alma!)

✧ Suna takes tons of pictures with/of the two of you, and he changes his lockscreen background pretty often because of it. His favorite pictures are the ones he takes without you two noticing, hehehe

✧ These two are both really great drivers and they’re very smug about it. Food for thought 😌

✧ When you’re grocery shopping, they probably start eating what’s in the cart before you’re even out of the store.

✧ In addition to grocery shopping, don’t even TRY to tell Osamu one brand of a certain ingredient or food is better than another, he will throw a Miya Twin hissy fit™️ lmao

✧ They both keep extras of anything any of you may need in their cars. Period stuff if you’re someone who has one, hygiene products like deodorant and an extra shirt for Suna after practice, snacks for Osamu cause the poor boy always wants to eat in the car, etc.

✧ They both like to tease, but in reality they’re big softies for you. Want cuddles? Rinta is always flopping down on top of you once you sit on the couch. Need a back or shoulder massage? You don’t even have to ask Osamu at this point, he does it subconsciously.

✧ Suna prefers dates at home, lounging around and cuddled up, movie nights, dinner dates, etc. Osamu prefers lazy errand days. Going grocery shopping, cleaning the house together, dropping something off to Atsumu or grabbing lunch on the way home, he enjoys the domesticity of life with the two of you.

✧ DOING THEIR HAIR. Styling Suna’s hair for him in the morning or helping Osamu touch up his color before he goes back to brown.

✧ Holiday decorating, birthdays, and anniversaries are always fun with these two. To others, they’re relatively reserved, with a few sarcastic comments to spare *cough cough* we all know who I mean- But to you, they’re rambunctious and sweet. Making stupid jokes to see you laugh, babying you, all the like.

✧ Someone picking on you or getting a little too friendly? No need to worry, your two tall ass, intimidating boyfriends have your back. Suna is more of the- glare daggers at them until they get the hint- kinda person, but Osamu is definitely the- throw my arm around my partner and tell the other person to back off- one.

✧ Going to Suna’s games with Osamu to support him! Osamu once pretended to be a fan and asked for his autograph, and when Suna just looked him dead in the face and kisses him everyone around lost their minds.

✧ You and Suna visiting Osamu at work and bringing him lunch so he doesn’t have to make it himself! He has pictures of you three in his office too <3

✧ The boys visiting you at work/school saying it’s to playfully embarrass you, but usually it’s something like; bringing you lunch, coming to pick you up for a spontaneous date/adventure after you clock out, or just coming to sit in your office and bug you for a little while to get your mind off of work.

✧ They are both pretty possessive, but aren’t controlling. They just like to hold you, though Suna is the more reserved one of the boys when it comes to pda.

✧ ^That said, they like to show you off- a lot. Showing pictures of you or the other boy to their coworkers and teammates is a favorite of theirs.

✧ Whatever hobbies you’re into, they like to sit and watch you do. Reading, cooking (with Osamu?😌), baking, art, music, video games, etc. They just love to watch you do your craft! You’re so supportive of them and their dreams, the things they love, they try to repay the favor any chance they get.

✧ Suna is definitely one to just sit his head on your lap or shoulder and listen to you talk all day about something you love <3

Tendo x Ushijima x Reader Poly!

✧ Tendo has a massive collection of hoodies and he loves it when you two wear them. It makes him so happy to see you guys in something that’s his, a physical symbol that you two want people to know you’re with him.

✧ Both very affectionate partners, in their own ways. vv

✧ ^Tendo wasn’t very fond of pda at first, more so he wasn’t comfortable with it because he thought you two would be embarrassed to be seen with him. Once he found out you two weren’t embarrassed of him and wanted to show others your relationship, he was all for it! Usually likes to hold your hands or lean on one of you.

✧ ^Ushijima is more subtle with his affection, not because he’s scared or embarrassed, just that he prefers to do it in private. He knows you two know he loves you, so he doesn’t really see the need to be all over you in public. But in private? That man is always hugging you or nuzzling into your shoulder- he’s like a giant teddy bear.

✧ Ushijima loves to do all the domestic shit with you two. Cooking, cleaning the house, running errands. He’s just a sucker for feeling like a lil family with his two cuties.

✧ Tendo loves to plan the dates! Though if you want to, he’ll gladly let you! He likes to plan little day adventures for the three of you, whenever Toshi doesn’t have practice or training!

✧ Tendo likes to have his nails painted by you, and Ushijima likes to watch you two <3

✧ Matching nails with Tendo??? Mhm😌

✧ Protective boyfies! Let’s be honest here, it’s unlikely you’re gonna have too many problems with these two giants standing next to you. But if there ever is one, they definitely scare off whoever is bugging you quickly.

✧ These two are some of the most comforting people on here. They both had their share of not so great things happen to them growing up, Tendo being bullied and Ushijima basically being treated like a brute. The two of them became really good at comforting people, knowing how it feels to not have someone there to comfort you when you needed it.

✧ They’re big on cuddling to begin with, but if you’re ever sad or stressed? Prepare for Tendo making a pillow fort and Ushijima baking your favorite treats. These two are incredibly supportive and comforting when you need them <3

✧ Ushijima once got so fed up with Tendo being a little brat, he threw him onto his shoulder and walked around the house like that for a good half hour. Tendo thought it was hilarious and so did you

✧ Speaking of, he seems to really enjoy carrying the two of you around at random times. Piggyback rides, bridal style, or just like a koala clinging to him, he loves it.

✧ Tendo can sense a mood change in the two of you like it’s nothin. Seriously, the guy just knows when something is bugging either of you.

✧ The boys definitely ask if they can get a pet when you move in together. Tendo has a long list of crazy animals and Ushijima keeps suggesting a hedgehog for some reason.

✧ Regardless of what you decide on, you know these two are going to treat your pet like their baby. They’re going to spoil tf outta that little fella. 100% Tendo takes a million photos of them everyday. Ushijima doesn’t baby talk, he just talks to them normally about random things like volleyball and it’s pretty comical.

✧ Visiting Tendo at his chocolatier shop! He usually has very long days, and gets extremely happy when you two pop in to see him. Please bring this baby some lunch or dinner, he’s not a big eater and often forgets too. He has pictures of the three of you in his office too <3

✧ Watching Ushijima’s games and practices! This boy can’t get enough of the praise you and Tendo offer him! He loves seeing you sport his jersey with his name on the back, and he says seeing you two in the stands at practice or during a game really helps his focus?

✧ If you’re someone who has a period, these two are so sweet and thoughtful to ya. Tendo always makes the best chocolate, and Ushijima is basically a walking heater, he runs you hot baths too! Both handle mood swings very well and always make sure the pain meds are stocked in the house. 10/10 boyfies

✧ Please let Ushijima have as many house plants as he wants. He loves them and names each of them, he’s let you and Tendo name some before too! Catch this big teddy bear talking to his plants while he repots or waters them and your heart will melt </3

Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader Poly!

✧ Salty, sarcastic, teasy boyfies- if you’re easily flustered, prepare yourself, they are going to use it against you. Calling you nicknames and saying things they know will make you start to stutter at any chance they get. (Lookin at you, Futakuchi) (please don’t think I’m making fun of people with a stutter, I have one myself.)

✧ Very protective, though they may not show it as often as some others do. Someone messing with you? You bet they’re next to you in an instant- offering several sarcastic remarks and a menacing glare from Shirabu, Futakuchi throwing an arm around you and bending down to the creeps level to further the intimidation.

✧ Both very comforting partners, if you’re feeling anxious or upset they’ll gladly take you into a big cuddle pile. Petting your hair or cheek, and telling you all the sweet things they can think of to see you smile.

✧ ^ Shirabu picks up on your insecurities very easily, especially if they’re similar to his own, and helps you learn to cope with and improve your mental health. Futakuchi has a gift for comforting people, always knowing what to say to make you feel 100x better about yourself or anything that’s bugging you <3

✧ Let’s not even get into what they’d say or do to the person if someone hurt your feelings, let alone made you cry. We’ll leave that to your imagination.

✧ Very competitive with each other. They constantly play fight for your attention, making comments about who’s shirt you wore today or who you ate lunch with- but it’s all in good fun.

✧ Futakuchi is a sly bastard, he really loves to fluster and tease tf outta you and Shirabae. For example: When Jirou gets mad at Kenji, Futakuchi just calls him his pretty boy or compliments how cute he looks when he’s angry and Shirabu becomes a complete flustered, stuttering mess.

✧ Going to visit Shirabu at work and/or bring him lunch! He doesn’t like to admit it, but he really does appreciate when you two come to visit and eat with him, especially during long shifts where he doesn’t get to see or talk to you two very much. He always becomes a blushy mess, waving off his coworkers with a glare when they comment on it- or when Futakuchi points it out

✧ Going to watch Futakuchi’s games! He’s very open with his appreciation for the two of you coming to watch his games! Either of you wear an extra jersey of his and it’s game on. He’s mindful to ask if you’re okay with hugs after, since he’s usually pretty sweaty, though.

✧ Of the two of them, Shirabu is the more perceptive one. He can easily pick up on any of the changes in mood the two of you may have, and it makes it easier to solve any issues you may have, rather quickly.

✧ In your relationship, Shirabu also gets frustrated the easiest. Whether it be with himself or the stresses of work and school, he finds himself getting frustrated and overwhelmed rather easily.

✧ You and Futakuchi are masters at calming him down by now, pulling him into a cuddle with lots of affirmation and he feels better in no time, offering to help with his work and take a bit of the load off cheers him up quite a bit too.

✧ Your boys are both very loving and cuddly when sleepy.

✧ Both getting overwhelming soft when you’re being cute, they just start to overload. Whenever you do anything remotely adorable, they can’t help but dote on you. SOFT BOI HOURS

✧ HEAD PATS! That is all. :)

✧ Futakuchi is the type to kiss you hard during an argument while Shirabu is the type to sulk and then come over to you later that night asking to cuddle.

✧ Random hc, but Futakuchi’s car is a fucking mess, I just know it.

✧ Saw this somewhere else, but it fits him! Futakuchi says yes ma’am/sir with a huge shit eating grin.

✧ You three have a good system when it comes to planning dates, taking turns every week or so, although Shirabu tends to prefer slow days/nights at home, given his busy(er) schedule.

✧ Another random hc, but I think Futakuchi has some sort of energy drink addiction and Shirabu is constantly nagging him about cutting it out of his diet because he aggressively cares for that boy.

✧ “Stop drinking that, idiot. It’s bad for you.” “Aww, Jirou~ are you worried about me?” “Shut up,,”

♚ Hope you enjoyed our little collab! Go check out @tetsurocking ’s part on her page! Believe me- it’s good😭 be warned! It does have nsfw content! Mine was gonna but some of you can’t follow rules😤

Taglist: @sunalma @toworuu @lovie-and-co (for your boys😌)

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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young dumb thrills

Day 26, Post #2 by @accio-broom

Title: young dumb thrills Author/Artist: accio-broom Pairing: Gryffindor pals Prompt: Studying together Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Ron likes to swear, a lot. Also, the lads enjoy not speaking very nicely about the women in their year.

“Merlin, this potions essay is a pile of wank. I'm so fucking bored.”

Seamus snaps his book shut, his Irish lilt filling the dorm room and disturbing the peace. Until the rude intrusion, Ron had been attempting to write a Transfiguration essay on the benefits of Non-verbal spells, although he was struggling without Hermione’s usual help.

Four heads, belonging to the various bodies strewn around the place, lift from their books and parchment. The sixth-year Gryffindors throw frowns and obscenities at their friend.

“Well, it was your idea for us to do something together,” Dean comments, letting his head loll to the side to rest on his arms, his eyes closing.

“Yeah, but when I suggested it, I had a night of debauchery and booze on my mind. Not being shut up here on a Friday night.”

Ron laughs and abandons his parchment on the bedroom floor. He rolls off his tummy then wriggles into a sitting position, his back flush against his trunk. It allows him a better view of his dorm mates.

Seamus is sat up in his bed, resting against the headboard, his now shut Potions book by his feet. Dean sits in one of the window seats whilst Neville is perched next to his bedside table, crooning at his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Harry is in one of the cosy armchairs next to the fire, switching his obsessive gaze between the Marauder’s Map and the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book.

“Debauchery?” Ron scoffs. “What kind of stuff did you think we’d be getting up to stuck in Gryffindor tower? You tried sneaking in the Firewhisky, but you were thick enough to let Filch catch you. McGonagall has got us on lockdown because of you, and we can’t even sneak out the window for a fly ‘cos it’s pissing down outside.”

Frowning, Seamus retorts, “At least I tried. Anyways, you and Potter don’t seem to have any difficulties getting yourselves into trouble, despite the rules and detentions and any other fucking thing the staff throw at you.”

Harry, who has been a silent observer up until now, finally pipes up, “You know, I’d gladly trade places with you, Seamus, if it means getting a quiet year without Voldemort trying to kill me.”

The other four boys shudder at Harry’s use of You-Know-Who’s real name. Once he has recovered, Seamus waves a dismissive hand before flopping down onto his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. We all know that Voldie prefers to wait until the end of the year before trying to kill you. You could at least enjoy yourself up until then.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “How did it come to this, lads? We're all virile, good looking fellas. Well, apart from Nev. Yet, here we are on a Friday night, with only each other for company.”

“Oi!” Neville frowns, swivelling to face his friends with his hands on his hips. “At least I managed to get a date for the Yule Ball. Dean didn’t go with anyone.”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now.”

Dean’s cheeks darken as Ron’s eyes narrow. The redhead’s stomach churns. Sure, he’s adjusted to catching Dean snogging his sister in the common room now, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. He knows the type of stuff Dean gets up to, the sort of things he says behind closed doors. He’d rather Ginny didn’t get involved with a guy like Dean, but Ron knows it’s out of his control.

“Out of all of us,” Dean continues, “It’s only Weasley and me who have birds.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ron joins in, mostly to distract himself from his overprotective urges. Ginny is more than capable of looking after herself, and she’s told him enough fucking times, too. “And I could be downstairs with Lav right now, but you were so adamant that we were going to have a good night. Anyway, you can take the piss out of Neville all you want, but I bet you haven’t even snogged a girl, Seamus.”

The Irish Gryffindor’s eyes brighten with glee. “Yeah, I have. Your girl.”

Ron isn’t surprised at the emptiness he feels at the jibe. His feelings for Lavender fizzled out ages ago, and he’s been trying to finish things for weeks. The only problem is he can’t seem to say or do the right thing to scare her away. He should probably come out and say it, try this honesty thing Hermione is always harping about, but Ron likes his balls attached to his body. Plus, it’s kind of nice having a girlfriend and feeling like someone wants him.

Still, he has to keep up appearances. He reaches behind his trunk and fishes out one of his trainers from under his bed before hurling it at Seamus. The guy moves fast, rolling to the side to avoid being hit in the head as he bursts out laughing.

“And a good kisser she is too,” he adds.

“Who do you reckon is the best snogger out of the whole of Gryffindor?” Dean muses.

Ron mutters, “Aren’t you still dating my sister, Dean?”

He knows his anger is irrational, Dean has done nothing wrong, but the images of the guy snogging Ginny then moving on to the next girl to compare them fills his brain, making him feel sick.

Seamus interrupts, still laughing. “For the guys? Then it’s me for sure. But I don’t know who’s the best out of the girls. I’ve snogged quite a lot of them. Some of them are amazing, and others are shit.”

“Fuck off have you,” Dean laughs too. “You’ve snogged Lavender, and that’s it.”

“Nah, I’m being honest with you. Weasley turned me down. It’s only her and Granger I haven’t snogged, truth be told.”

Ron sits bolt upright, all his fury at Dean forgotten as his heart pounds an irregular beat against his ribcage. However, he tries to arrange his face into a calm look. A few times, his secret crush on Hermione has almost been exposed, mostly via mutterings in his sleep. But so far, he’s managed to keep a firm lid on it, or so he believes.

“I don’t think Hermione has snogged anyone,” says Neville.

Dean shakes his head. “I’d put five knuts on her having snogged someone. She went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, after all.”

“Doesn’t mean she kissed him.” Seamus shrugs.

Harry pipes up again. “She did.” He blushes as all eyes settle on him. “Only a small one, though.”

The rest of the room erupts in fits of laughter, but Ron can’t hear it over the roar of his heart in his ears. He digs his fingernails into his leg, ignoring the flare of pain as they break the skin. So, Harry knows that Hermione snogged Vicky, too? How many people did Hermione tell? How the fuck could his best friend keep something like this from him? Why hasn’t anybody told him?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron can see that Harry is staring at him, but he refuses to meet the git’s gaze. His blood boils around his veins.

“She must be a good kisser then if she managed to keep Krum interested. Not exactly a looker, is she?” says Seamus, in between giggles.

Ron whips his head around to glare at Harry. Despite instigating this latest uproar, the specky git does nothing to stick up for their best friend. Their dorm mates are tearing apart Hermione’s honour right now, but Harry already has his nose buried back in that fucking map, tracing Draco’s path through the school. Harry is bloody obsessed with the Slytherin prick. He probably fucking fancies him.

“You can barely even see she has boobs when she’s in her jumper,” Dean agrees.

“Yeah, and don’t get me started on her hair.”

Neville frowns. “Now, come on, guys. I think you’re being a bit mean. Hermione’s alright.”

“Oohhh, she’s alright, is she?” Seamus rounds on Neville now.

Dean joins in, wiping his eyes. “Aww, that’s nice. At least someone likes her.”

No longer in control of his reactions, Ron jumps to his feet, trembling hands clenched at his sides.

“Enough!” he roars, loud enough so that everyone has their attention pinned on him. “Leave her alone! What the fuck has she ever done to you?” He gestures around the dormitory, daring any of them to speak up. “Don’t get her involved in your bullshit talk.”

“Oh, so it’s alright for us to discuss snogging your girlfriend, but not Hermione Granger?” Seamus slides off his bed, squaring up to Ron. “You need to work out where your loyalties lie. If Lavender found out, she wouldn’t be pleased.”

Ron eyes his friend, trying to determine if he should punch him. After a moment’s deliberation, he decides it’s not worth it. Ron is a prefect and is supposed to be setting a good example. Plus, there’d probably be a fight, and he isn’t sure he has the energy for that tonight. Seamus has a good right hook, after all.

“Fuck off.” Ron pushes past Seamus and strides towards the door, yanking it open. He leaves the dormitory without looking back, pulling the door closed behind him so hard, he’s sure everyone in Hogsmeade can hear the resounding thunk. The dormitory bursts into another round of hysterical laughter, fuelling Ron’s rage.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he reaches the common room with a loud huff, only to meet a startled Hermione at the foot of the staircase. Ron’s face floods with heat as she eyes him up and down, a disparaging look on her face.

“Ron, wh—”

He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her question.

“Leave me alone.”

Stomping towards the portrait hole, Ron barks at the Fat Lady to open without saying please, before heading out. He picks a random direction, then walks.

Fuck the lot of them.

Fuck his friends for being dicks about Hermione and girls in general. No wonder Harry wanted to keep out of it all. And fuck that specky git for not jumping to Hermione’s defence. Fuck Hermione for choosing now to break her months of silence, only to piss him off even more. But most of all, fuck his fucking feelings for making him react so defensively about the fucking witch in the first place.

He’s never going to live this down, for fuck’s sake.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest platonic #submission #tw: swearing #tw: misogyny

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whitexwingedxdoves · 3 years

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just let me hold you [request]

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Younger Reader. Warnings: Swearing, Death of an animal. Summary: After Maggie took you in from the sanctuary, life seemed to be going smoothly until you were confronted by your feelings. A/N: This was my first request, I really hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing it. I took inspiration from Hostage & I love you by Billie Eilish to write this, ahaha.

It had been a few weeks since Maggie took you in after Rick had captured Negan. You couldn’t believe your luck. They took care of you, they didn’t expect you to work yourself to the bone for a drop of water. You had helped out where you could but Maggie saw it fit that you’d learn how to hunt. You couldn’t exactly disagree, in fact you were thankful for the opportunity. Your grandfather used to take you on hunting trips when you were young, he said it would teach you patience and how to work for what you needed in life. Though he never actually let you shoot a gun he’d make you watch.

After tightening the laces on your boots you made your way towards the gates to meet with Daryl. You were there when he declined to take you out for a hunt, claiming you’d only slow him down but despite all the arguing, he eventually gave in like he owed Maggie something and he was in no position to say no to her. You saw him waiting by the gate, his bike propped up near the gate as he spoke to one of the blacksmiths. As you approached him, kicking the gravel under your feet, chewing the corner of your mouth waiting for him to finish his conversation. When you caught his eye you shot him a sarcastic smile as you pushed your hands into the back pocket of your jeans. His response was to roll his eyes and climb onto his bike.

“Cm’on” he shouted behind him and like that you straddled the back of his bike and wrapped your arms around his waist for security.

Once you reached your destination, you didn’t waste any time getting off the bike waiting for him to lead the way. “Don’t be buggin’ me. Don’t be touchin’ stuff.” Your eyes rolled at the sound of his groans.

“Anythin’ else, Grandpa” you mocked accordingly, his eyes staring a hole into your soul.

“Keep close” he snarled before leading the way into the forest. You kept quiet, watching the way he tracked, every so often he’d ask you what you could see and you’d respond with obvious signs of an animal or a walker. Keeping to the right tracks you finally spotted a Deer, it wasn’t very big but it was enough. You watched Daryl stalk the deer for a while before sending an arrow straight through its skull. You couldn’t lie, you were impressed by the archer. They way all of this came to him like second nature.

On your way back to the bike after skinning the animal, cutting and wrapping up various lumps of meat. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder. Of course Daryl was twice your age, if not more but you couldn’t deny his rugged good looks . You admired the way he walked for a moment, how he held a sort of swagger with each step. Your eyes are wondering now to his butt, tight! Pleasantly surprised with what you saw, you allowed a small laugh pass your lips as you reached the bike. You stood docile, waiting for his cue to get on the bike. As he straddled the bike, he chewed down on the corner of his lip, nodding slightly. “Nice work out there.” He spoke simply, you shot him a genuine, yet surprised smile.

“Thanks gramps” again with the mocking, Daryl’s eyes rolled before you climbed onto the bike.

“Stop callin’ me that!” he’s words seemed forceful, which only made your brow cock slightly before he kicked the bike into gear and headed back to Hilltop.

A few weeks had gone by without any issues, you had done a fair amount of hunting with Daryl, he even let you actually shoot an animal despite telling you the entire time that you were doing it wrong. You’d both grown to appreciate each other's company, the sly remarks and teasing never left but became more of a staple. You’d go as far as to say you were friends. Though you wouldn’t admit it, there was something there between you both, you got butterflies every time his skin touched yours or when he’d look into your eyes. You’d find yourself fantasising about him sometimes but you’d shake the thoughts from your head almost immediately. Today was another day and that’s what you focused on, going on a hunt and trying to get through it without slipping up or god forbid, falling for the guy because you just couldn’t handle the way he looked at you.

While out there in the forest, just you and Daryl, you found yourself taking a back seat when it came to the tracking, not that there was much to track. As the sun went down, you started to shiver a little as the cold night air made its first appearance. This caught Daryl’s attention and without thinking, he pulled off his vest and propped it around your shoulders. He was waiting for you to make some sort of sarcastic remark about how it wouldn’t be of any help without the sleeves but you didn’t, you just smiled at him. You couldn’t, the way he put your well being before his own sent the butterflies crazy. Shit! You watched as he made a clearing, somewhere for you to sit for a moment. You had been walking all day after all.

Sitting down beside him, biting down on your lip avoiding any sort of contact with him. You didn’t know but Daryl could tell something was off with you, he watched you for a moment with a puzzled look before giving you a slight nudge with his elbow. “Wha’s up, run out of sarky shit to say?” he sniggered at you but you didn’t respond. Fuck! You couldn’t help yourself now, your head felt like mush a little as you held onto his vest, your cheeks turning a light pink shade. Fuck, I really like this guy. “Seriously, s’goin on?” He questioned you much more seriously this time. You just shook your head as you turned towards him, your eyes clearly avoiding his. “Nah, ain’t nothin’, wha is it?” You just hoped he’d stop pestering you before he forced you to say something you’d regret.

“Seriously?” Your brow cocked, as you gave him a look. “Just a stupid boy, that’s all!” you snapped, your leg shaking a little. Daryl couldn’t help but laugh at your words as he started to pick at a twig he had found on the ground beneath him.

“Now why you lettin’ a boy mess wi ya head?” he laughed but you just ignored him, God you felt so stupid, he’s so much more older than you. Like hell he’d ever even look at you in that way. “So, who’s the lucky fella?” He questioned but you felt like a deer in headlights, lying to everyone else was one thing but to lie to Daryl? Could you even do it?

Daryl, despite being a tracker had never really been great at reading signs. As you stared at him with a lost look on your face, he just shook his head slightly, waiting for you to reply. Great, he was really going to make you say it. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you let your eyes meet the ground. “You.” You whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear you but he did. As he sat frozen in spot, you let out a frustrated sigh, shaking your head. “Don’t even start, I know how it sounds” you snapped in his direction, not letting your eyes meet his. “It's wrong, I know but when I'm with you, it just feels...” Daryl instantly stood up, cutting you off. Shaking his head as he paced around you.

“Na, Na!” he repeated himself for a moment, “Don’t say it!” he pleaded.

“right.” You had to say it, Your eyes now slightly welling up at the stupidity of your vulnerability right now. “I don’t want to but I like you Daryl” you finally spat out, your cold shakes became slightly more aggressive now. You just watched as Daryl shook his head.

You didn’t know this but Daryl had, had thoughts of you recently but it made him feel awkward with you being so much younger than him but god he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands now planting firmly onto his hips as he attempted to understand the conversation, nervously chewing on his lips. You sighed softly, running your fingers through your hair. “I'm sorry” your voice was soft now as you glanced over at him for a second, the embarrassment increasing with every moment.

“Just forget I ever said anything, just go back to normal.” Your words held so much pain and regret, instantly snapping Daryl out of his trance.

“Nah” he spoke, soft this time. You looked at him, confused by his words but by the time your eyes met with his, he was making his way towards you. His swagger he once held, still there but you could sense he was nervous. Just like that his hand’s engulfed your face as he pulled you in, planting his lips against yours hungrily. You didn’t fight it, you leaned into it, Your hands lightly pressing against his elbows. All the worries and doubts seemed to wash away as his mouth explored yours. Nothing else mattered to you in this moment as you sank into his body, his hands now wrapping around your shoulders. As he pulled his lips away, you kept your eyes closed for a moment still wrapped in his arms.

“this feels right” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his chin as he squeezed you a little.

“jus’ let me hold ya” he matched your whisper as he closed his eyes, pulling you in closer to his chest. You had no idea where this was going to go, if it was going anywhere at all but you soaked up the feeling of his arms wrapped around you and thanked god you were able to share this moment with him, even if it was going to be the only one.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x younger reader #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #twd fanfiction

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Hold onto me

Note - This was a request by a lovely nonnie. And my first entry to august challenge hosted by two lovely friends @navybrat81 and @stargazingfangirl18.I choose the prompt 'I don't deserve you' and 'let me love you, you sad smoll bean'. Cause that's how I feel about Steeb🥺.

Summary - You just want to take care of your sad and overworked soldier.

Warnings - light smut, angst, sad steeb.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Steve remembers dragging you to watch the live action remake of Cinderella as soon as it hit the theatres. And how you sweetly giggled at his giddiness calling him 'adorkable'.

Normally he would be annoyed at someone laughing at his expense, as it reminded him of himself before the serum, but not with you.

He couldn’t help but be a ‘fanboy’, another modern slang you taught him, he grew up with those movies, they were reminded him of a simpler time. The remakes weren’t nearly as good but he loved sharing the experience with you.

He was in awe of just how beautiful Cinderella’s dress was. How they took some elements from the animated movie and made them better. He cried when Cinderella’s mother said the words ‘Always be kind and have courage'. It was exactly what his Ma taught him.

Those were the principals he lived by everyday. Being kind to others and never running in the face of adversity.

But he froze when the world was crashing around him. Being attacked from all sides, so much murder, such mayhem. So many lives lost, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. What was the purpose of all this destruction.

He tried his best. To save as many as he could. To be the captain. Make the hard choices. People expected him to be brave. To be heartless and objective. To not let the missions and the lives lost affect him.

It was tiring to pretend. To put the mask on, not just his patriotic blue cowl, but the one he wore to work everyday. Being stern and grave. Yeah he was big and intimidating but underneath it all he’ll always just be the little guy.

He groaned, the steps creaking under the weight of his foot, exhausted from his long day of fighting the enemies on the battlefield, then Ross and then pushing paperwork. He hasn’t slept in three days.

But right now sleep or his rumbling stomach wasn’t his priority. All he could think about was you. How he hasn’t seen you in so long. Yeah maybe three days isn’t that long but it felt akin to an eternity to him.

Just two more floors. Somehow the creaking kept getting louder. When he moved in with you, in an apartment in the heart of Brooklyn, he felt it was old but had character. Now looking at the state of it and your neighbors, he’s having second thoughts. He can’t leave you for days or even weeks at a time in this place. There’s no way it could be safe.

He knocked on the door, his enhanced hearing picked up that you were in the shower. So he twisted the doorknob. Only to find you had left it unlocked. Again.

He sighed chugging his shoes and jacket off and crashing on the bed. A hand under his head, he stared at the little stickers of stars and planets you stuck on it, glowing a faint neon green in the dark. He patiently waited for you. Feeling better as he was surrounded by your smell. He was home.

“Oh Stevie!” You exclaimed when you saw him lying on the bed. Rushing over to him you sat next to him, kissing his forehead, cheeks, nose and then his lips. Lingering there for a minute you pulled away to see his warm smile.

“Hey doll.” He greeted caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch, craving the warmth and the comfort it provided. “You left the door unlocked.” He said trying his best to keep his annoyance at bay.

“Oh yeah I must’ve forgot.” You shrugged.

“You can’t forget” He groaned and sternly called out your name. It was rare of him to use your name. Always opting instead to use sweet nicknames like doll or sugar. “We need to move to an apartment with better security.” He shook his head feeling his whole body ache and his muscles completely sore.

“Fine. We can discuss it I guess.” You mumbled not exactly thrilled to have him school you as soon as he got back.

“In the meantime I need you to promise me you’ll always lock the door.” He said looking at you intently.

“Yeah fine I promise.” You huffed and blew a small raspberry at him to which he frowned. “I doubt a locked door is stopping hydra though.” You quipped.

And he had to rub his temples to sooth the headache you were giving him.

His other hand was still on your face. Because yeah you were being difficult but he needed to touch you. To know that you’re tangible and really there with him.

His touch felt more calloused and harsh than it usually does. You looked at his hand to see his skin was red, some of it peeled off. It looked like it was healing. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it must’ve been just a few hours ago. “What happened here?” You cooed touching his face only to hear him hiss. You quickly shifted to turn on the bedside lamp but his hand stopped you, circling around your wrist.

“Doll don’t.” He said trying to keep the gruffness from his voice but it slipped out. There was no lying to you. You knew him in and out. “Just come here.” He requested opening his arms, hoping you’d lay your head on his chest so he could smell your hair, maybe run his hands through it. The silky texture of it always soothed him the best.

You only huffed folding your hands. “No I’ll hurt you.” You never believed the day would come that you turned down cuddling with the giant you had for a boyfriend. Who gives off heat as if he’s a furnace.

The room was dim, with the only light coming from your windows, but you could tell that he was probably pouting. Who knew captain America could be so needy? Not that you’d ever mind.

You shifted a bit towards the headboard and gently laid his head from the pillow to your lap. “You know I should be the one taking care of you right now.” You lightly scratching his scalp with your nails and playing with the short strands of his golden hair. Which somehow still seemed to shine.

“I don’t know about that. I think the man should always be taking care of his girl.” He hummed feeling dizzy and relaxed under your touch.

You scoffed “Who told you that? This isn’t a one sided relationship. As much as I like being dotted on, you deserve the world too babe.” You ranted petting his forehead “I wish you could see that.” You sighed “You don’t always have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders you know?”

He hummed again. “Well I’m not gonna burden you with it.”

And you wanted to argue. You really did. But it wasn’t the right time. You made a mental note of giving him hell for it when he seems even slightly better. To threaten to withhold your sweet kisses he loved so much if he doesn’t open up. If it comes to that.

He groaned shifting on his back and crackling his neck. You put his head back on the pillow and stood up to work on unzipping his jeans. “Hey hey buy a fella dinner first would you?” You grinned as he teased.

He lifted his hips to help you out and you put the jeans on your dresser, digging for your eucalyptus oil in it. “Aha!” You gushed to yourself when you found it and skipped over to his side instantly. You pulled up the helm of black Henley “Off with this..” You said asking for some assistance from him.

He sat up and suppressed a groan as his back muscles strained at the sudden movement. He searched for your face “You know I love you and uh... making love to you.” He muttered under his breath and was glad to you couldn’t see his flushed face. How he had no shame doing such dirty things to you but couldn’t for the life of him talk about them, he had no idea.

“But I’m just so tired. I’m sorry doll.” He said tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He had never turned you down before, he was nervous that he had let you down. He’d been letting a lot of people down lately. Even if he had the best intentions.

“No silly...” you shook your head “Just take it off” You pulled the thing and he held his arms up to pull it off. “I promise I won’t take advantage of you.” You pressed a kiss over his heart and laughed at your own incredulous statement.

He let out a chuckle too and pressed his lips to the top of your head. Finally getting to smell your beautiful scent and your coconut shampoo he loved so much.

“Will you lay on your stomach for me please?” You asked fluttering your lashes at him.

And he could only smile. You didn’t have to butter him up, he’d really do whatever you asked him to.

He laid on his taut stomach, propping his head up by putting both his hands under it. He looked at you move over his shoulder.

You poured some oil in your palms and rubbed them together to warm them up. “Um is it okay if I sit on your back?” you asked pressing your palms on his lower back.

“Have at it.” He replied.

You straddled his lower back, careful to not put too much pressure and putting your weight on your calves. “Loosen up a bit Stevie.” You purred.

You felt the knots in his back loosening up when you applied just the right amount of pressure below his neck with your thumbs. He was moaning and purring, making all sorts of sinful noises as you worked on his back.

You wondered if it’s because of the serum. You weren’t that great at it, you knew that. But all of Steve’s sense were hypersensitive. Maybe he felt your massage better because of that. It was an interesting idea.

“Do your hands hurt baby?” He drawled. You were happy to know that you were doing something right if he relaxed like that.

“Uh...” They were starting to hurt. But you needed to tend to Steve. Your hurt was nothing compared to hiss. He was out there saving the whole world everyday.

He looked over his shoulder at you sensing the hesitation in your tone. “It’s okay sweetheart. Let’s go to bed.”

You nodded putting the bottle away and climbing into bed with him. “Turn around doll” He instructed.

You laid on your side with your back pressed against his chest. You could feel his chiselled abs and the curves and dips of his torso. What you wouldn’t give to run your hands or your lips down it.

He snaked his hand up your tank and drew small circles around your navel. “This always happens when we cuddle.” He rumbled rolling his hips against yours. “You’re so soft baby” He squeezed the curve of your hip “I can’t help it.” He whispered in your ear before pulling it between his teeth.

You could only moan and try so hard not to give into him. You slapped his hip so as to stop his ministrations. “Maybe tomorrow. I want to be able to walk to work. Thank you very much.” You huffed hugging his hand, which was curled around your waist, close you and slipping it between your breasts.

You closed your eyes trying to count sheep. But sleep wouldn’t come. Not until you knew that Steve was asleep as well. “What happened on the mission Steve?” You tentatively asked. Hoping that you weren’t being too invasive. Maybe you should give him more space? You just needed him to feel light.

“You don’t have to worry about that doll.” He answered kissing your temple.

You turned around to face him so you could see the silhouette of his face. “I always worry for you Steve. I just – I don’t know – want you to feel like you can’t depend on me or trust me.”

“I do trust you.” Be stated “Alright... so we try our best to save everyone. But we can’t always do that. People get hurt.” He took a deep breathe, not used to saying these things out loud. “they call it collateral damage” he scoffed “Ends justify the means in this world. Or maybe that’s how it’s always been.” He finished.

You took in the weight of his words “I understand. But that doesn’t make it any less shitty though.”

“No it does not.” He mused. “It’s somehow worse now. I think about you. And how I need to protect you too. I don’t think I could ever bear losing you.” He confessed.

“You won’t ever lose me Stevie.” You promised.

“How did I get to be so lucky to have you? I don’t deserve you.” He wondered bringing your fingers closer to his lips.

“I don’t know, maybe people would argue you’re the lucky one.” You retorted.

“Well then they’re clearly blind.” He frowned at the thought of anyone being mean to you.

“Alright lover boy. Go to sleep now.” You said putting your head on his shoulder. “Isn’t it nice to be back in your own bed?” You asked as you nuzzled his neck.

“You have no idea doll.” He murmured.

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ttuesday · 3 years

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Behind the Saloon

Note: I am by no means a writer but goddamn I have been so horny for the rat man lately I had to do this for myself

Quick Summary: Micah face fucks you💕 ...that’s it

(NSFW obviously)

You both knew this was going to happen eventually, it was just a matter of time. The constant bickering the two of you took part in somehow changed from angrily snapping at one another to flirting.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you did find Micah attractive. Maybe it was his eyes or his never brushed hair, or perhaps even his voice. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was about him that got you so hot and bothered. You tried to convince yourself for weeks that you didn’t have the hots for him but now there was no denying it.

Jealousy built in your gut as a working girl went over to the table Micah sat at with Bill and Dutch. You had all been out on a job when Dutch spontaneously decided that you should all go to the local saloon before heading back to camp.

You knew the only reason Dutch suggested it was because he had been fighting with Molly all day but the fellas were excited about the prospects of the saloon. You had been talking to Lenny and John when you noticed her saunter over to their table. Micah began eyeing her up immediately as Dutch tried to charm the woman. Bill sat there as bored as could be.

Your grip around your beer bottle tightened as you watched them. Before you could comprehend what it was you were doing, you had already started to walk over. “Fellas,” you smiled “another round?”.

“I’ll pay” offered Dutch, rising from his seat. He turned to the working girl “Miss, may I have the pleasure of buying you a drink?”. She giggled and followed him to the bar.

You stayed standing, resting one of your hands on the back of a chair. “Awh, don’t have enough money for her?” you said in a mockingly sympathetic voice to Micah. The man scowled “Don’t you worry doll, I got plenty of cash”.

“Sure you do” you replied sarcastically. With a huff, Micah stood and stalked off towards the back of the saloon. Bill opened his mouth to start some small talk with you but you interrupted him “Give me a minute”.

You walked off in the direction you last saw Micah, not quite done with him yet. Half guessing which way he could’ve went, you opened a door that led you to the calm night outside the back of the building.

There was only one person out there, smoking a cigarette with his brow creased in annoyance. He was looking out at the empty landscape, not noticing you. “Thought I could smell desperation out here” you said, making him aware of your presence. You closed the door behind you, trapping the loud talking of the drunks and music that wafted from the piano inside the saloon. Now it was just you and him.

“You best watch that mouth of yours” he snapped, smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke. Micah thought for a moment before flicking his cigarette to the ground. He turned to you with a smirk “Seeing me looking at another woman must’ve really gotten under your skin”. You scoffed “You wish”.

“Come on, doll. It’s alright to be jealous” he taunted. “I ain’t jealous!” you protested. Micah looked you up and down before stepping towards the door “Well then, guess I’ll go in there and get myself-“.

“Wait” you cut him off, side-stepping in front of the man. With a smug smile on his face, Micah rested his hands on your waist “There a problem?”. You looked up at him, pouting slightly.

Micah chuckled as he dipped his head down and captured your lips in a kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him the courage to do it or maybe your jealousy really was that obvious. Either way, you didn’t care. He was kissing you now and that’s a win in your books. You couldn’t help yourself as you instantly kissed him back, your hands going to the back of his head and intertwining with his hair. Micah tightened his hold on your waist as he stepped forward again, forcing you to step backwards.

You only stopped when the wall of the saloon was against your back. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. It was exactly how you imagined kissing Micah. He was possessive, his hands trailing all over your body. He was in control and he wanted you to know that. Yet you wanted more.

You brought one of your hands down from his hair and to his chest. Using the wall to push off from, you forced Micah to step backwards. It was only momentarily as you turned, lips still attached to his, and pushed him against the wall.

You could feel him smirk into the kiss, curious as to what exactly you were up to. You gently moved your hands down until they reached his gun belt. Micah broke the kiss. “Someone’s eager” he commented. “Don’t you want me to?” you asked, concerned you may have tried to take things too far too soon.

“Oh it’s fine by me, darlin” he assured you. One of Micah’s hands trailed up your back before settling on your head. With slight pressure, he guided you down to kneel before him.

As you got comfortable on the ground, trying not to kneel directly on any jagged rocks, Micah removed his hand from your head and took off his gun belt, placing it on a nearby barrel.

Once he was ready, you began to undo the buttons on his pants, going painfully slow just to annoy him. Nothing wrong with teasing him a little bit. You weren’t surprised when his cock sprung out as he shuffled his stained pants around his hips.

Micah never seemed like the kind of man that would have underwear on. You didn’t realize Micah had such a hard-on just from kissing. It gave you a strange sense of accomplishment. You moved your head closer while maintaining eye contact with him and smeared his pre-cum across your lips. Micah’s mouth was slightly open, entranced by the sight of you in this position.

Placing his hand on the back of your head, Micah guided his cock into your awaiting mouth and towards the back of your throat. Still testing the waters, he slowly slid his length back out to the entrance of your mouth. You started to think that maybe he wasn’t going to be as rough as you anticipated. Maybe you had built up what this would be like for so long that-

You couldn’t even finish that sentence as Micah thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock down your throat. You gagged, your mouth full with his girth. Micah tightened his hold on your head as he watched his entire length disappeared into your mouth. Your eyes watered at the feeling of near suffocation.

“That’s it,” he cooed “ain’t you a good whore, taking my cock like that”. Your jaw started to ache as his cock moved in and out of your mouth, always going as far as he could with every thrust. You could feel the heat growing between your legs, your need for another hole to be filled.

Micah began to forcefully fuck your face, a smirk tugging at his lips every time you gagged. He became more undone as he watched his cock slip deep inside your mouth, his breathing becoming more erratic by the second. Tears ran down your face as some spit dribbled out the side of your mouth.

“Oh what a mess you look right now” he chuckled, bringing his cock back out just to thrust it deeply inside again. “You been wanting this for some time now, huh?” he asked in the same mocking manner you spoke to him with in the saloon “You been needing my cock?”.

Micah changed his tight grip, using both of his hands to gather your hair and keep it away from your face. He stopped talking and clenched his jaw in an attempt to stop any moans or grunts escaping.

Your knees were getting sore from the uneven gravel beneath you but the watery sight of Micah completely losing himself almost made it worth it. “So tight” he muttered to himself.

Keeping his firm grip, Micah picked up the pace and roughly fucked your mouth for a few seconds, his hips snapping back and forth. He was completely transfixed on your face and how well you took his length.

Even if a drunk did stumble out of the saloon now, you weren’t convinced Micah would notice their presence. You rested your hands on his thighs in the hopes that would give you some support. “You like this, huh?” he growled, nearing his high “You like me using you like this? Such a pretty face… a mess, but still pretty”. Micah was unable to suppress a groan. “Doll, I’m gonna-“ he interrupted himself with another groan.

You brought one of your hands up to the base of his shaft, signalling that you were ready. Within a couple of seconds, you began to feel Micah’s hot seed spill into your mouth. He pushed your head closer to him so that his whole length was inside your mouth once more, his balls pressed against your chin. He held you there as he came, muttering curse words under his breath and only easing his cock back out when he had finished.

Micah let go of your head and you were finally able to breath properly. A mix of spit and his load escaped your mouth and went down your face. Micah leaned back against the wall, catching his breath.

You cleaned your face as best you could with a spare handkerchief Hosea let you borrow a few days ago… though you doubted he would ever want it back now.

As you stood, your knees still sore from the ground, Micah tucked himself away and quickly looped his gun belt back around his pants. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised” he said “always knew you’d put that mouth of yours to good work”.

You scoffed, opening your mouth to insult him when he grabbed the collar of your shirt and yanked you nearer to him. You were surprised when he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. “You’re gonna have to leave me repay the favour, doll” he spoke directly against your lips. “Well since you’ve got plenty of cash, how’s about we rent a room for the night?” you suggested. “I like your thinking,” he agreed “now c’mon, best we get back in there before they miss us too much”.

You nodded and opened the door to the saloon, ready to go back in as if nothing had happened. As he followed you inside, he gave your ass a quick slap. “Micah!” you snapped at him, feigning annoyance. Micah did his signature low chuckle and closed the door behind him.

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georgemackayhey · 4 years

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And I’m Coming For You

a/n: I think I’ve gotten at least a dozen vauge requests to write something for Ned over the year I’ve had this blog and I finally figured something out!

warning: This wasn’t supposed to be nsfw but it’s Ned Kelly so it got a little steamy. Proceed with age appropritae caution or else! Basically 18+

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The Kelly’s. You knew the family name. Heard it through gossip in the village shops. Heard men on horses declare their mission to cease one of the gang’s latest schemes. Heard ladies worry over husbands who got mixed up with the lot. But never did you imagine any of the Kelly’s to be so handsome.

But you didn’t know he was one of them… not right away. In your mind, The Kelly’s were a group of savages who hid out in the bush, waiting for passersby to torment. That’s the way all the rumors made it sound, anyway. So when a well-built man with piercing blue eyes strolled up to your stall, you didn’t second guess his status. You could hardly conjure up a polite greeting when you first laid eyes on the guy, only because of how alarmed you were by his beauty. He was sculpted by the angels, surely. You must have passed out in the deadly summer heat and a vision came to keep your comatose mind company. Till he spoke, in a voice that snapped you back to life.

“What have you got?” He asked like he was worried you wouldn’t have any of the things your booth advertised. But you understood his tone all the while. The summer was the driest yet, and the country's crops were long past suffering. You sold a farmer’s seeds, while the man was busy off bartering for more. If anyone was lucky enough to afford a bundle, the seeds still weren’t guaranteed to sprout in the dry barren world you’d found yourselves in, this year.

So with the sliver of hope you held fast to, you listed off the supplies in your sock, and avoided the man's piercing eyes as he watched you speak. When your spiel was finished, he shifted, and you pretended not to admire the way he moved- even the minuscule change in his stance seemed like a sight you were lucky to behold.

“I’ve only got these. Give me whatever they’re worth.” The guy laid two coins on your stand. They were barely worth handing over. And you’d been getting better at turning folks away, even given the circumstances, you had to eat too. But the thought of upsetting the tall brooding fella across from your stall made your stomach turn. So you gathered a reasonable collection of seeds and handed them over.

“There are too many here.” He glanced down to the bag, and then back up at you, like you’d wronged him. Like you, he had to eat too. So you added an extra few in, hoping some of the extra meant he’d surely have success.

“Take them.” You pressed, sitting back on the stool that kept you in the measly shade.

The man sighed and tightened his grip on the small sack of seeds before turning away. He gave you a nod and the flex of his structured jaw before disappearing. You noticed his hair was a bit longer in the back as he drifted away, while you tried to memorize his every move in hopes you’d better spot him again one day.

The weather started to let up after then. Like your interaction with the handsome stranger set the world to spin right, again. How silly of you, dreaming of a face you’d likely forget about by the next burning summer. But even when a few gentle breezes passed by, the heat nearly sent your mind to melt out of your ears, and you seriously considered packing up your things and hiding away till winter came.

The farmer you worked for was away longer each week, and your supply was running low. But even the most selfish and demanding customers seemed to understand though. Everyone was doing whatever they could, and most of the time that was nothing at all. In the beginning, you didn’t mind sitting around, waiting for someone to pass by. You were pleasantly occupied, and getting paid for it. But as the summer dragged on, and the community had taken to staying in, you loathed every new minute behind your stall.

Even when the barmaid brought you a cool drink, you could only smile at her thoughtfulness before regressing back to melting. Even when someone came by for some of the withering veggies you’d started trying to sell; you couldn’t be coaxed into feeling much more than dread.

Then he came back. The man with the icy eyes and choppy hair. He floated toward you with an all new vigour, like he’d known exactly what he’d come back for.

“Here.” He said, extending his long hand toward you. You straightened, and opened your palms at the command without question, though you had many.

“You gave me more than I needed, and we’ve had more than we ever had before. I must repay you.” His voice was full, and your palm was now heavy under the weight of a golden ring. An emerald set sparkling in the middle of the gaudy band, and your eye’s went wider the longer you admired the thing.

“This is a bit much for a few extra crops, don’t ya think?” You stammered and shook your head, and shoved the jewellery back toward the man who you’d lost hope of seeing again. As soon as your reach met him, the man grabbed your wrist with a lithe urgency. You watched as he took the ring from your grasp, looked back up to you, and slid the thing on your finger.

You gapped, watching the guy watch you, the feeling of his remaining grip warmer than all of summer, firmer than the ring he put on you, out of the blue.

“Isn’t it a bit early in the day to be harassing the townswomen, Kelly?” A distance voice cut in, from an officer high upon a trotting horse.

At the man's word your mind spun a mile a minute. Your blood ran cold- and then it started to boil as you noticed the flash in the eye’s of the man; The Kelly who still held your hand like a prized flower.

“You’re the only one disturbing the peace, officer. Now do ya need seeds or shall we see you on your way, then?” You spoke sternly, shooting a glare to the officer. He grumbled and tightened the reins of his horse and turned to leave, keeping an eye on your interaction for a moment longer still.

“What’s your name?” The man with sapphire eyes wondered, quickly taking back his hand yet standing still nearer than ever.

You told him and he repeated it, taking a dragging step back. And then another. You watched each other in the dry summer heat for what felt like forever.

“Ned.” He nodded. You smiled and watched him walk away with a fiercely beating heart, wondering why no one ever had a good thing to say about those Kelly’s.

A day passed, full of girlish bliss and silly daydreams bold enough to distract you from the heat. You wondered everything about Ned. Who you hadn’t thought of was the officer who seemed so eager to catch the guy in some kind of compromise. But it was the officer who came back the next day. He waited in line behind an elderly couple as you gave them what they asked for. And when they shuffled toward the closest indoors, the officer stepped up and seemed more keen on taking what it was he wanted than asking nicely for it.

Before you could so much as ask how his day was going, the guy reached past your counter, grabbed your hand and yanked you eye to eye.

“Nice ring you’ve got, here.” He glanced down to your finger in his vice grip, the ring from Ned placed proudly on the finger he himself adorned. “Too bad it’s stolen.”

“Are you implying I’m a thief?” You guffawed, trying with a sudden might to yank your hand away. Your strength was lacking, and the officer was quick to haul you away from your stand. You went fighting, cursing the man who dragged you down the block toward the police house at the end of the row. You didn’t care who might have seen from the windows of their cool shelters. You hoped somebody might have, in fact, and would race to your defence.

How dare he accuse you of taking what wasn’t yours.

“I know you saw as this ring was placed in my possession. How can you drag me in here and say I stole it?” You spat, fighting the officer’s grip all the way through the door of the jailhouse. He threw you toward the office with his name displayed on the door, but it might as well have been a cell.

“Oh, I know you didn’t steal it, las.” The officer grinned, giving your shoulder a harsh push so you sat in the chair across from his desk, as high and mighty as the horse he could usually be spotted upon. The officer leaned there, with a boot propped on the arm of the chair you’d been confined too. You gawked at the man in anger that boiled over your confusion.

“Ned Kelly stole the ring. Right from my very own pocket. He beat me bloody in a boxing match and decided on his own that my gold was his preferred prize for the attack.” He explained with a queasy smile. You started to sink in your chair, only attempting to distance yourself from the way the officer slinked closer and closer toward you.

“I want it back.” He grinned, right before you. He grabbed your hand in a gentle way that was equally as nauseating as his clawing at you had been. And then he regressed back to the only way he must have known, or prefered, ripping the ring from your finger in a way that caused you to subdue a shriek. You weren’t about to let your guard down.

“And I’ve got it back.” The officer kept his slimy grin, leaning back against the desk and sliding the ring on his smallest finger. The jewel seemed so ugly now.

“I could have done that just as easily back at your stall. But I’ve brought you here because I just have this burning feeling that, when I ask you where Ned’s gone off to, you’re going to pretend not to know. And unfortunately, you can’t leave until you tell me.”

“What?” You asked through your teeth, sitting up with an all new rage sparking inside of you.

“Tell me where that Kelly devil has run off too this week, and you can be on your way.”

“I don’t know Ned Kelly. Though it makes me curdle to admit to you I wish I did, he only gave me that ring in exchange for the seeds I sold him.”

The office chuckled darkly, slamming his foot back on the chair you started to lean too far away from to hiss your honest truth.

“That game isn’t going to work.” The officer bent so his eyes burned right into yours and you knew he was right. You also knew if you lied, and gave away some random coordinates, that Ned most likely wouldn’t be wherever you imagined he might have been, and the officer would come back to treat you much worse than he was now.

“I don’t know where he is. Your ring is back on your finger now let me go.”

“This was never about the ring, was it?” The officer cocked his head, and you realized there was no real way out of this.

“If it’s revenge you want you’re no better than a Kelly yourself.” You sneered. You’d come to reevaluate your mental image of the gang you’d only ever heard rumors about. You came to wonder if the officer was to blame for spreading most of them. But your insult was his final straw. His nails dug into your arm once more and he pulled you away from the office to a hole in the wall of the next building over.

“You can’t do this!” You shouted, trying harder than ever to escape the man's grasp. He was strong enough to throw you behind bars, and fast enough to lock them before you could stand.

“I’ll find Ned one way or another,” The officer assured. “But you’ll stay here until you speak the truth.”

You wanted to cry but the summer heat had dried you from the inside out it seemed. You lingered for a while near the bars, hoping someone would pass through the barren land and you could talk them into breaking you out. And when the sun started to go down, a breeze came to chill the evening. What small hell, being falsely prisoned in the heat and finding no shelter in the night's cold. You grew tired of worrying and sat in the empty space watching the stars decorate the horizon. If you listened closely enough you could hear the sounds of the town coming alive in the distance. You could see flickers of lanterns and hear the ruckus from the pub, and even a few horses carrying people to parties that weren’t too hot to throw at this hour.

But the sound of trots became unmistakable gallops and as you tried to imagine what was happening, the horses seemed to stall somewhere near. You heard voices and the thud of feet on the ground and the shout of the officer whose voice was grossly familiar to you now. You stood to peer from the bars, hoping to catch a glimpse of the comotion, but no sooner than you rose to your feet, someone appeared on the other side of your cell. His hair was long and black and there were keys in his hand that he jammed into the lock.

“What’s happening?” You asked, in a frightened hush. You didn’t know this man or why he’d chosen to break you out. And with the way the evening had gone, you were afraid of where it might have been going now. The man swung open the gate and waved you to freedom with a wild look in his eye. You hurried from the cell, but before you could turn in the direction of home, the sound of gunfire rang from just around the corner.

You started to scream, but the man who’d freed you pressed his hand over your mouth and demanded you stay silent with one bone chilling look. What the hell have you gotten yourself into? As you wondered what was to become of you and what you might be able to do to decide your own destiny, the deafening quiet was broken.

“Get off of her. We’re done here.” Ned Kelly approached calmly, leading a speckled horse toward where you stood. The man with dark hair let you go and followed Ned’s command to get gone. But you stood, taking the sight of him in, trying to wrap your boggled mind over what was going on. You were much too scared to ask.

He was brooding as ever, his clothes seemed a size too small and his brow seemed permanently furrowed yet it seemed like the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

“How’d you know I was here?” You asked, hardly having processed that you’d ended up where you had yourself.

“Someone wiser would have sold off that ring for something better,” Ned spoke, looming before you. Was his bold presence what shook the townspeople so? Was it only you who felt safe when he was near?

“You could have done the same." You pointed out.

"I gave it to you." Ned seemed to reason, in an endearing way that he didn’t even seem to realize.

"And I couldn't take it off then, could I?" You couldn’t help your small grin, considering everything.

Ned seemed to consider your words and then offered to take you home. You perhaps agreed too quickly, but you were on the back of his horse before you had time to second guess your eagerness. And though you longed to cling to Ned on the ride, you didn’t take your gentle hold on him for granted. You only hoped that once his horse rode past the mess of trees to your humble little home, that Ned would agree to stay for dinner.

You talked the guy into leaving his horse in the stable near the woods, and promised you had more than enough of an evening meal to share with him.

Ned sat quietly in the corner of your place, a glass of water in his hand. Though the evening was chilled, your fire put on to cook dinner was reminiscent of the daytime temperature. You didn’t have to do very much but mix a few things in a pot and leave it to simmer. So when your task was finished for the near future, you turned your sights to the man you’d invited in.

“You saved me.” You said, walking toward the chair Ned waited in. Your statement was a sort of thanks and a question as to why all wrapped up in one. And while you sat in the seat at his side, Ned turned his head your way but didn’t look at you.

“I also got you into trouble. I shouldn’t have mixed you up in my way of things.” Ned countered, keeping his glass of water in a tight fist and letting his eyes travel up your figure until they locked with yours.

“You didn’t. I was already pretty mixed up with your way, myself.” You couldn’t help but admit you hadn’t stopped thinking about him from the moment he showed up that first day. When he came back, you were done for. And now here he was, in your home, his sapphire eye’s gazing into yours after he’d somehow come to your rescue.

You leaned in, and when Ned didn’t move away, you kissed him. Just a slow and sweet. He didn’t kiss back, not really. He just sat frozen, like you’d stalled time. You pulled away, hoping your blush could be excused but the temperature in this shack of yours. Just the heat getting to your head, again. You rose from your chair with a meek apology, and padded toward the fire to check on the stew. You killed the flame and scooped some of the meal into bowls and toted them toward the table. When you moved to refill the pitcher of water, your mission was halted.

Ned’s fingers were around your wrist, gently yanking you closer to fill the space between the two of you. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and you could feel his breath on your lips, his eyes fluttered away from yours like he didn’t really want to look away from you. His nose nudged yours as his free hand rose to your jaw, and then he kissed you.

It was slower and sweeter than the first time, totally unexpected. You smiled when you realized this mysterious rumored neerdowell was hardly any of the things the rumors surrounding his name made him out to be.

Because even as you snaked your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, Ned’s hold on you reamied tender.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Ned.” You chuckled, taking one of his hands and pressing his fingers around your waist. “I trust you.” You nodded gazing up to the guy who searched your eyes with the slightest furrow of his brow. And maybe it was because your hands rested there but you swore you could feel some kind of weight lift from the guys shoulders. He leaned in for another kiss that traveled to your neck. You leaned into the wall and pulled him along too, and it seemed he wasn’t afraid to hold back after then.

His lips bruised yours and his rough hands trailed toward your chest and you already seemed to float closer to heaven while his touch had yet to meet your skin.

“Let me repay you for coming to my rescue.” You sighed, hooking a finger in the hem of his trousers.

“Only if I’m to repay you in turn, and we might forever be in each other's debt.” Ned’s breath hitched in your ear, one hand daring to creep up your thigh below your dress.

Dinner went cold as you pulled Ned toward your bed. You thanked him in more ways than one, and tugged at the hair that grew longer around his neck. You watched his brilliant blue eye roll as your hips met and soon forgot how to speak in the middle of telling him how best to use his hands. Yours stayed gripping the sheet and your mind wandered and made itself up. Even though you barely knew more than rumors about Ned Kelly, you learned the truth all night long, in a way. And if one day you’d come to find a reason to nod along with the townspeople while they gossiped about the Kellys; you prayed it might be because you’d become more than familiar with Ned’s mysterious ways

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skullrock · 4 years

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the campers, chapter one - Steve x Reader

chapter one: the enemies

series summary:Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You and Steve unfortunately reunite for the first time in five years.

warnings: swearing!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: alright fellas, I am back with another longfic! this one is a summer camp au. this chap is mainly exposition but it’ll flesh out in the next chapter. hope you are ready to go on this ride w me!

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Steve isn’t quite sure what he signed up for.

“Steve, you have to,” Dustin pleaded with him a month ago. “There aren’t enough counselors, and if there aren’t enough counselors, then there’s no camp.”

Steve rolled his eyes, bit his heart was sympathetic. “Why is that my problem?”

Dustin sighed, frustrated. “Because we’re best friends, and you’re supposed to help your friends when they need it.”

Steve rolled his eyes again as he contemplated the scenario. Steve had gone to camp when he was younger, but it was nothing like Camp Know Where. Steve’s parents had sent him off to a summer camp that some other Hawkins parents sent their kids to. Tommy H. had always gone, as well as some other boys Steve grew up with. He enjoyed his time there – it was always pleasant and fun. Just a boy doing boy things with his shitty friends. But Camp Know Where had a purpose. Steve didn’t know the first thing about science. Dustin said that could be used to his advantage - Steve wasn’t so sure.

“What’s in it for me?” Steve asked, unpeeling an orange as he leaned against the kitchen counter in his apartment.

“The camp is right on a lake,” Dustin began. “It’s a great spot for swimming and kayaking. You don’t know shit about science, so this is an opportunity to learn. And some of the camp counselors are babes.”

Steve snorted. “What are they, forty-five?”

“Uh, no? They’re your age?”

Steve’s brows shot up at the mention. “You’re saying there are babes I have a chance with there?”

“They’re apparently not your type, ya know, since you hate nerds.” Dustin shrugged his shoulders, but Steve was still very, very interested.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“And, anyway, you can lead the sports and adventures and hikes and stuff, if you don’t like science. And it’s a nice way to get away from Hawkins for a few months.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully. “Is it paid?”

“You get a stipend of two hundred a month.”

Steve nearly choked on his orange. “Two hundred dollars a month?!”

“And your food is paid for. So is your laundry and housing. It’s free.” Dustin grinned smugly at Steve, and Steve held his hand out.

“You got a deal,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

Steve went through a phone interview and Dustin wrote him a glowing recommendation. And here he is, a month later, driving towards Michigan with Dustin in the passenger seat and multiple suitcases in the back. Steve was required to come two weeks early to learn the ropes, while Dustin was allowed to come early because he was a designated Camp Leader, along with Suzie and some others.

“They call us the ‘Know Everythings’,” Dustin beams.

“Sounds like they’re trying to call you smartasses,” Steve responds, staring absentmindedly out the windshield. Dustin’s smile drops and Steve’s widens. “Don’t worry, Dusty-bun, your girlfriend likes it.”

Dustin slams himself back against the seat, looking out the window. “Should’ve never invited you.”

“Too late.”

Steve was excited beyond the nerves. He had needed some type of self-intervention and introspection after the last three years. He needed a way to mend the emotional scars that the Upside Down and Nancy had left. Dustin had said there were a lot of authors and poets who wrote about the healing power of nature. Steve’s not sure it’s legit, but it’s more hope than he’s had in a while. Robin had also insisted it would be good for Steve to get away from town and try to find himself. So Steve is going into it with an open mind, trying to fight his negative side with suffocating positivity.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you’d signed up for.

You had gone to camp when you were younger, too. Except you hated that camp with a passion. Each summer, you’d cry to your parents as June rolled around. You didn’t want to go back to that stupid, hot, ridiculous camp, where a certain group of boys made your life hell. But your parents insisted it was good for you, and they sent you until you were too old to go. In a way, they were right; the camp had taught you to stand up for yourself. It gave you the confidence and self-love a lot of people didn’t have. But you certainly wished you’d found all of that in a healthier way - not because boys would steal your clothes when you were swimming at night, leaving you to walk to your cabin naked.

So, you signed up to help out at Camp Know Where two years ago because you loved science and the outdoors, and you wanted to facilitate a healthy self-love journey for the campers. You wanted to help teach them how to be themselves, to love themselves, to stick up for themselves. And, truth be told, nerds need that kind of reassurance. You’re a nerd – you’d know.

You came to camp two weeks early to help train the new counselors. You didn’t get the list of names, but if you had, you would have run away as soon as your eyes landed on Steve Harrington.

It was, by all accounts, a beautiful June day. Not too hot, not too cool. The breeze rustled the leaves and the waves of the lake lapped the shoreline. Not a cloud in the bright blue expanse above the camp, which was buzzing with Camp Leaders and trainees. You stood at the entrance, helping direct people to the registration table. You were excited to see some of your favorites again – especially Suzie and Dustin. They’d been campers you bonded with last year, and you were ready to see them again.

Suzie came by first, adorably excited to see Dustin when he arrived. “He said he’s bringing a friend to help be a counselor, do you know them?”

“Oh, I have no clue,” you remark. “Do you know their name?”

“Steve, something? They’re pretty close.”

The name Steve had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, so you visibly cringe. Suzie’s brows furrow but you assure her you’re fine. It can’t be that Steve. There’s no way the Steve you knew at Camp Golden Rays was about to come here, to a nerd-infested camp, to help out with kids. No way.

You continue to greet campers and new counselors as they come. During a lull, you lean against the picket fence that lined the entrance, looking out at the parking lot. You see a nice BMW come into view – it’s not one you’d seen before. Must be someone new, you think, pushing yourself up off the fence to greet them.

The first person you notice is Dustin, easily recognizable despite the hat covering his curly hair. He’s taller than the last time you’d seen him – kids grow up so fast. You smile brightly, happy for him to finally arrive, but your smile plummets comically as you see the next person step out.

It’d been 5 years since you’d seen Steve Harrington, and his hair had grown out and his body had toned, but it was unquestionably him. Steve, that stupid, smug bastard. That idiotic jerk who used to smack your lunch tray and trip you. That moron who all the girls swooned over and excused countless times for shitty behavior.

Here he is, at Camp Know Where – a place you never thought you’d ever see him.

Of course, Steve doesn’t know who you are, at first. His concussions had clouded his memory, only remembering bits and pieces. It takes work for him to remember who people are, or what things happened. Most of his memories of Camp Golden Rays are intact, but he had severely repressed his shitty tween behavior. As he approaches, all he really thinks about is that Dustin was right, there were babes here.

“Y/N!” Dustin calls out, running awkwardly with his trunk to come hug you. You hug him, but your eyes stay on Steve, who beams at you as if he didn’t ruin your whole life.

“Look who it is.” Your voice is cold and monotonous.

Steve stops dead in his tracks, confusion twisting on his face. What now? he thinks. This isn’t the first time he’s forgotten who someone was. But then it hits him, and the realization nearly sweeps him off his feet. Regret, remorse, guilt, and anger rip through him as he remembers you. You, who he used to shove. You, who he used to laugh at. There’s still a part of him that feels that hatred for you, deep down, and he tries to shove it away.

“Jesus Christ,” he says under his breath, before loudly saying, “Hi, Y/N.”

Dustin’s brows knit together, and he looks between you two. He can assume that you both have a history. Steve probably stood you up or something. Slowly, he asks, “You two…?”

“Nice car,” you quip. “Daddy buy that for you?”

“Nice to see you, too,” Steve responds, dragging his feet towards you. There’s a lot of things he wants to say – that he’s sorry, that you look really good now, that he’s changed. But it all rests at the base of his throat. His mouth opens and closes a few times.

“Can someone please explain?” Dustin says.

“You’re friends with this asshat?” You ask Dustin, gesturing to Steve. “Like, actual friends with him?”

“Guilty,” Dustin says sheepishly. He’ll fill you in on Steve’s growth later. “Let’s go find Suzie, Steve.”

And despite your apprehension towards each other, you and Steve share the same thought – This is going to be a long summer.

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lucas-koh · 4 years

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC VI

Parts 1-5 are linked in my bio

Doesn’t exactly follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: You’re The One That I Want - John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Rating: M, mentions of sex, language

Word Count: 3140

It’s a cheesey one fellas so strap in!

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Chapter Six: Bad Luck Bryce

By now it was just under a week into November, everything was getting colder, and the hospital was getting busier as it did in the winter months. As a result free time was getting more scarce.

One chilly night after too long away, the group were at Donohue’s - to the surprise of absolutely no-one.

They sat in much the same positions as they had on Halloween: Suki and Aurora across from Sienna and Jackie, and Elijah at the head. He was engrossed in a lengthy story told to him concerning one of his patients’ crazy life.

“…and the bouncers caught her! Right at that moment!”

Jackie exhaled, “I can’t tell if she’s actually just insane or bullshitting you. What was she in hospital for, again?”

“Uh, an ear infection.” Elijah looked sheepish as he said this.

“Hmm.” Jackie mused while everyone else burst out laughing.

“Probably bullshitting you.” Grinned Aurora.

Soon enough, the conversation turned to a hottie at the bar.

“Nope, never seen him before, he definitely doesn’t work at the hospital.” Said Jackie.

“I’m certain! I think he works at the cafeteria.” Sienna said. “Suki! Go and ask him.”

“Why me?”

“Well, you’re so busy all the time I think it would do you good to get dating.”

Suki knew part of the reason Sienna was doing this was because she herself had been out on a date with the cute nurse from before, Danny, and wanted everyone else to be happy too.

“Yeah I’m good, thanks Si.”

“Suki, he is cute. And you are really busy.” Added Jackie.

“I’m just not really into dating at the moment.”

“Okay.”

The topic was dropped. Or at least, Suki thought so until Jackie headed to the toilets and Elijah to the bar, leaving Sienna, Aurora, and Suki alone at the booth.

“I don’t understand why you’re not putting yourself out there more,” Sienna said, “I mean you’re single, beautiful, smart, did I mention single?”

Suki laughed. “Sienna, I’m married to the job, I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“I didn’t say you needed a relationship, just… to relax a little…”

“Who says I’m not already sorted?” She tried to cut Sienna off quickly to avoid the subject.

Sienna narrowed her eyes for a moment, then laughed. “You’re not.”

“How would you know!?”

“Because I’ve never seen a single guy sneaking out of your bedroom.”

At that, Suki tried her hardest not to flush like a beetroot, pointedly avoiding Aurora’s sly smirk out of the corner of her eye. Sienna obviously hadn’t cottoned on to the fact that Suki had been ‘working’ a lot of nights.

“Drop it, Sienna. Suki’s obviously just more interested in the hospital,” Aurora said with a cool but knowing smile. Suki gave her a light nod back as thanks.

“Oh, fine. But if you ever need a wingman…”

—-

Since Halloween, Bryce had become a permanent fixture of the group. If it wasn’t Elijah inviting him along, it was Jackie. Gradually Suki became less uncomfortable at his presence, and less worried that they’d be caught out.

So he turned up at the bar a little after the rest of them, once again sinking into the booth beside Suki. The group fell into a comfortable rapport. It felt like they’d all known each-other for years as opposed to the two short months.

As Jackie was diving into a roast of one of the other interns, Bryce edged closer to Suki so that now each part of his side was up against her. He placed a hand on her thigh, and Suki noticed he was wearing those silver rings across his hands again. She tried to make her intake of breath as subtle as possible, but didn’t try to get him to move his hand away, either. In truth, she liked it there. It was hidden under the table, so no one else noticed.

“Suki knows a thing or two about how sexy I am?”

“Huh?” Suki had been momentarily out of the conversation, and the sentence which she was pulled back for was not a relaxing one.

Bryce smirked when he realised he’d got her attention, and squeezed the spot on her thigh. “On day one, when your face met my chest.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah,” she laughed awkwardly, hoping no one noticed how rushed or relieved it was.

Aurora noticed Suki’s rush, and explained: “he’s trying to convince us to go to the gym at the hospital. He says it’s how he got, quote, ‘so hot’.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen Lahela.” For the first time in a while Suki turned to look at him, instantly feeling less embarrassed. It was like when she knew other people were there, it was embarrassing, but if it was just him? It wasn’t so bad.

“Your loss.”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, I’m gonna grab a round. Don’t miss me too much,” he winked, mostly at Suki, but to quell suspicion spun his eyes round the whole group, too.

As his figure disappeared towards the bar and the spot on Suki’s thigh started getting cold, she cleared her throat.

“Okay. Are we gonna talk about this insane chemistry between you and Bryce?” Sienna whispered behind her glass opposite Suki, but it wasn’t very sly. Luckily, everyone else was engrossed in their own conversations.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Suki! A blind person could see it. He’s good looking and an amazing surgeon apparently! He’s maybe a bit cocky but…”

“I thought you said you were going to drop this.”

“Right, sorry,” Sienna looked at Suki apologetically, it was probably the alcohol which had made her forget so Suki wasn’t mad. She was confused though. By ‘chemistry’, Sienna obviously meant ‘sexual tension’, but Suki hadn’t thought it was obvious to anyone else.

Bryce eventually returned and the group fell back into their routine. They sat and laughed through various terrible karaoke performances, until Elijah got the guts to go up and do his own. The group got up from their booth to stand closer to the stage area to cheer for him.

Turned out Elijah could sing, and he glided through a smooth rendition of Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of The Heart.

When he returned to the group, everyone was congratulating and whooping for him.

“Bryce! You’re up now!” Sienna tapped him on the back enthusiastically as though she was gearing him up for a ring fight.

“Oh yeah, I’m awesome at karaoke.”

“Suki you go with him!” Encouraged Sienna.

“Si-”

“Enjoy!” She pushed both Suki and Bryce towards the stage with each of her hands.

They bumped into each-other slightly as they were bumbled up the steps.

“S-sorry.”

But Bryce just rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her over to the centre of the stage. He gave her an eyebrow wiggle before stepping over the the jukebox and picking a song.

Then he brandished from his jeans pocket some gaudy pink sunglasses with yellow detailing and stick-out pineapple trees on the sides.

“…Bryce- where the hell did those come from?”

“I always come prepared.” He slipped them on as music began to flood from the jukebox.

Oh no. Suki knew this beat.

Bryce handed her a microphone and began to tap his foot energetically, grinning at her.

“I got chills, they’re multiplyin’, and I’m looooosin control, ‘cuz the power you’re supplyin’ - it’s electrifying!”

And honestly? His voice wasn’t bad at all. But that didn’t change the fact that Suki was absolutely mortified to be stood up on a stage at a local dive bar singing Grease with her fuck buddy. She wanted to crawl into a very small hole and hibernate for at least a week.

But she couldn’t, because her line was up.

She looked over to Bryce, who was doing some awkward standing dance moves as he sang, all confidence as usual, looking ridiculous in his palm tree sunglasses. But he was looking at her.

Well, she presumed so. It was hard to see under the sunglasses.

All the same, the thought calmed her, and she couldn’t help but smile as she sang:

“You better shape up, ‘cuz I need a man! And my heart is set on you.”

Suki was… unfortunately definitely not a singer. She was somewhat in tune, but that was about it. Bryce’s confidence was rubbing off on her, though.

By the time the chorus came around, she was loving every minute of it. This was not the Suki that usually reared her head. Doing embarrassing things in public was something she would ordinarily avoid at all costs. The crowd had slipped away and it was just her and Bryce being ridiculous. They faced each-other as they sang.

“You’re the one that I want!”

They could hear their friends cheering from not far off, egging the whole silly thing on. Then with the next verse, they were back to back, laughing as they sang. At this point Suki was finding the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

They kept singing through the song, frequently drawn back to each other’s eyes for some reason.

“I need a man, who can keep me satisfied,” Suki blushed at the implication of the line, trying not to look at Bryce as she sang it. But he was smirking, as she expected.

And then the song was over, and Bryce and Suki were met with… not much reception at all. The only cheers came from their friends, but they didn’t care, as their friends were whooping loud enough.

Bryce pulled Suki into a hug and swung from one foot to the other.

“Nicely done, Santa Fe,” he muttered in her ear, breath hot.

“Yeah, you too.”

They stepped from the stage, letting the next group up to perform, and rejoining their friends. They all congregated around the bar and indulged in another round.

Bryce and Suki unintentionally leaned on the bar beside each-other after they ordered. He looked at her, mulling over his thoughts.

“You’re different than you were.”

“What?” Then, after a second Suki realised what he meant. “Do you mean you remember me from college?”

He just laughed and sipped his drink. What? Why was he so weird whenever she brought it up? Why would he say that if he didn’t want to talk about it?

And then just as he looked as through he might say something, eyes crinkled with humour and mouth agape, a girl came up behind him. Her arm slid down his shoulder, catching his attention.

“Hey… so you were, like, really good up there.”

Suki wanted to snort, loudly. That was the best she had? He was messing around the whole time and wasn’t even trying. But she didn’t, just kept her eyes on the bar as she waited for their drinks.

“Thanks, I don’t mean to toot my own horn but-“

Seriously? He was always tooting his own horn. For some reason, this was annoying Suki.

The girl giggled and Suki felt her jaw tighten. She turned away to try and shut out the rest of the conversation, silently begging the bartender to slide over a tequila shot stat.

But she couldn’t help but watch as Bryce flirted with her, leaning confidently against the bar and letting the girl rest her hand on his bicep.

Why the hell do I care? I’m just sleeping with the guy. It’s just the alcohol. And – she’s annoying! It’s got nothing to do with him, she’s just being annoying, right?

And then after simpering for far too long, the girl slipped away with a wink toward the toilets. Suki swore she heard her say ‘come and find me.’ Bryce saw Suki trying her hardest not to look at him, and slid across the bar towards her.

“Oh my,” he smirked. “You’re actually jealous.”

“Uh!” Suki scoffed, “jealous of what?”

“Her. Because you want to be the one I’m flirting with.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. We’re just two people who sleep together, I don’t need you to flirt with me.”

“You like it though.” And with that he lifted one of his fingers on the bar to trace across her own. She didn’t want to admit that she liked the way she could see the tendons move amongst his silver rings.

“Stop,” she laughed dryly, hoping her face wasn’t giving away her embarrassment as it always did. She pulled her hand from his quickly, “I already told you I’m not here to boost your ego, and I am not jealous.”

“Well, if you say so, I’ll go and take her up on her offer.”

So she had told him to go and find her. But Suki didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t jealous, so there was nothing stopping him from going.

Bryce moved to go, and Suki was expecting him to go towards the toilets, but instead he crossed the circle to stand by Jackie.

God, what was she doing? She needed to get out of her head, and the best way to do that recently had been… well, sleeping with Bryce.

So she didn’t really think twice when her feet carried her over to him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” she whispered in his ear.

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes.”

“Well you see, I sort of was thinking about going home with her,” he nodded his head over to the girl from before, who was smiling at him from the other side of the bar.

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” she said lowly, “but I know exactly what you like.”

Bryce chuckled under his breath, already knowing he’d say yes.

“You don’t think they’ll notice?” He flicked his eyes to the roommates.

“We’ll figure it out.” As she said this Suki brushed a finger down the back of Bryce’s neck. Lust darkened his eyes and he looked at her from the corner of them.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to figure it out.”

—-

The next day, Suki was walking down the main halls on her way to a quick coffee break when she spotted something going on.

Bryce was pacing by the wall, and a couple of nurses were whispering a little ways away. His hands were frantically threading through his hair and dragging down his face. He paused for a moment, hands locked under his chin.

Suki couldn’t quite work out what was going on. She’d never seen him… frustrated? Before. And what on earth could have him so restless? He was an incredibly easygoing guy and ridiculously sure of himself.

Then he kicked the wall in frustration. A gruff grunt. The turning away afterwards to pace a little more. The flinch from the nearby nurses. The barely there whispered ‘fuck’ that Suki could only just make out. Suki rushed over to him.

“What are you doing?” She hissed, equal parts confused and concerned.

He seemed to jump ever so slightly at the sudden speech, but he didn’t even look at her as he responded.

“I fucking lost it. I lost the surgery.”

Oh. The bed-brag surgery he’d told her about last week. The one he was looking forward to so much, that had made his face swell with joy he couldn’t hide.

Suki could see from her angle his jaw was clenched tightly as though he was biting down on something hard to chew. She looked around the hall – people were staring.

“Hey-” She reached out and grabbed at a bunch of his shirt, pulling him through double doors down to a corridor nearby. It was thankfully empty.

“What?” Bryce asked, looking down the corridor.

“Everyone was looking, I assumed you’d want some privacy.”

“I don’t give a shit,” he growled. Suki was a little taken aback, but she continued anyway.

“What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped.

“I just wanna help, Bryce.”

Bryce then was surprised at her use of his name. It felt intimate, knowing. Sure she’d said it before, but it felt different.

“Yeah well this isn’t your business. We’re only-”

“Okay. Fine,” she cut him off, not needing to hear the rest of his sentence. If he didn’t want the help, there was nothing she could do.

“I- I’m sorry I’m just-“ he seemed to melt ever so slightly, the red dissipating and his eyes now looking into hers, realising he shouldn’t be taking this out on her.

“I know,” she said straightforwardly.

An unspoken understanding passed between the two.

Bryce sighed. “Apparently someone told Dr. Emery that I’m irresponsible.”

“What? On what grounds?”

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head bitterly. “I don’t know. They’re already jealous of me for getting the surgery in the first place and apparently going out for karaoke the night before your first surgery is enough to be told you’re not taking this seriously.”

“Seriously? But I left yours before midnight? You slept well and barely even drank?”

He just shrugged, clearly aware that if he said much more he might get mad again.

“I’m sorry. Really. I know you were looking forward to that,” Suki said soberly.

He tried not to furrow his brow too hard as she looked up at him.

There was this awful nagging that part of this was her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t been so overcome with frustration at that girl and gone home with Bryce, this wouldn’t have happened. But then, it did seem an overreaction to take away a surgery from someone over karaoke. There must be more to the story. But Suki didn’t want to push, Bryce didn’t seem in the sharing mood.

Without even looking around, Bryce placed a hand on the wall and leaned in to kiss her.

“Bryce! Not here.” She backed away.

“Shit. Yeah.” He pushed off the wall and ran a hand down his worn face. “I just need to get over it.”

“You’re allowed to be annoyed about it!”

“Yeah, um, right.” He seemed… embarrassed? Was he annoyed that she hadn’t kissed him?

This wasn’t the guy she’d been sleeping with for the past couple of months; or the popular, happy-go-lucky college student she’d met all those years ago. It definitely wasn’t the guy who’d pretended to be Danny Zuko the night before. He was clearly pretty upset by this. Obviously, he puts so much pressure on himself, she thought.

“You wait here, ok? I’ll be right back,” she said sternly, before heading back through the double doors. A cold glass of water would be a good wake up call. Sure, it made sense that he’d turn to sex in his frustration, but he knew their rules. He knew they weren’t to hook up at work and Suki was wondering why he’d even tried. And then what his response had been about. That whole interaction was still reeling in Suki’s head as she reached the water dispenser.

But when Suki returned to the corridor, Bryce had disappeared.

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Mystics, Chapter 22

When Arch becomes hired on at Mystics by the strange shopkeeper Lyrem Nomadus, everything seems to be going well- in fact, their life nearly becomes perfection. Soon enough, however, Arch realizes that perhaps not everything is as perfect as it seems….

Read Chapters 1-21 and more HERE

Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror, @livingforthewhump

CW: very sad... like quite sad. Not the saddist I have planned for him, but obviously Lyrem centric because it is sad. Also Memory whump :) and Cancer mention :(

If you enjoy my work and are reading my stories then please do me a teeny tiny favor and reblog my work! Xx. - Alpaca.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: ROOM 111

Lyrem opened his eyes, exhausted from the effort to stay awake. The nurse released his hand from the man’s shoulder as he remembered what he would be waking up to and Lyrem jolted upright in the navy cloth seat. The waiting room was painted white from top to bottom with just a bit of colour on the walls in the failed attempt for the area to feel welcoming.

“Sir,” the nurse addressed him. “Your wife is out of surgery now.”

Lyrem sniffed and stood up, the weight of a clear stone sat in his pocket. On it was etched a symbol of an oddly shaped wheel with three prongs. It was the only thing holding him together-especially now as his legs were fighting him the whole way down the hall. Truthfully, he didn’t want to see her. He was afraid to see her.

He imagined tubes. Too many tubes. Sticking out of Maria at every direction- smeared with rusty patches of blood- in pain and breathing with difficulty. He’d have to deliver her water, probably; Ask for a nurse to give her more pillows and more pain relief, too. He should have brought flowers- what kind of idiot forgets to bring flowers to his wife’s hospital bed?!

“Can I speak with the surgeon?” Lyrem stuck out a hand, brushing the forearm of the nurse who would lead him to Maria. “Can I know…”

He couldn’t finish the question- how much longer she has?

The nurse paused to nod him a sympathetic smile.

“The surgeon will be available to speak with you both soon.”

Lyrem choked back a small breath. Maria was awake? He didn’t think she would be awake. The nurse left him outside the door with the silver numbers 111 beside it. His reflection, nailed to the door jam, played his fear back to him. It reminded him that he couldn’t be afraid. He wouldn’t let her know he was.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes before crossing over the threshold- perhaps it was out of habit. Part of him even wished the Labyrinth might take him instead of Room 111.

“Oh, who’s this handsome fella?”

Lyrem’s mouth curled at the edges. Before speaking, he reached into his jacket, and pulled out a small yellow book.

“His name’s Aurelius.”

Maria chuckled lightly. The book was set down on the attached table to the bedframe. She didn’t reach for it. Lyrem found his eyes drifting away from hers each time he felt the contact lingered for too long. Her eyes like storm clouds, were once bright and lively. Today, and for many days previous, they had sunken in her growing sickness.

“Did they tell you anything, yet?” Lyrem asked with his eyes to the geometric carpeted floor. It was badly stained and needed desperate replacing.

Maria shook her head and closed her eyes. There were tubes just helping the oxygen flow and not much else other than an IV and blood oxygen monitor clipped to her finger. He could hear the laborious breathing though. That was something she didn’t have before she had come in. Before she had said much at all, Lyrem sensed that she was tired.

“You should keep it,” she said softly, nodding to the book. “I’ve read it a thousand times over. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve finally achieved enlightenment?”

“Stop being a goose,” she commanded. “You’d learn a lot from it. Just take it already.”

Lyrem’s eyes clouded over. Swallowing, he sat down beside her on a simple black chair, and shook his head.

“No, I don’t need it.”

Maria sighed. Her eyes disappointed in his condescending and stubborn refusals, though she was not at all surprised by it.

“Lyrem… we both know what he is going to say”-

“No, we don’t. We haven’t heard anything from the surgeon yet”-

“The chance that I recover even with chemo is extremely low”-

“There are always alternative treatments if it becomes too hard for you”-

“I know I don’t have much longer”-

“For fuck sake’s, Maria! Are you really so desperate to get rid of me?!”

A hush fell through the room. There wasn’t a sound, save the steps of nurses and doctors directing themselves through the halls and the odd traveling visitor. Lyrem’s head fell, his face red with shame…

“You think that I want to get rid of you?”

“No, I didn’t mean that.”

“You think I’d rather die than be by your side, Lyrem?”

“No, I”-

“I would never,” her voice shook with an anger hardly seen. Her eyes burned with tears of betrayal and what Lyrem would have only seen as regret if he was ever brave enough to meet her gaze. “Ever tell you that. I would never choose to discard you like that”-

“Maria, I”-

“I stood by your side. I was always there for you and I waited for you for ages”-

“I know, my love. I’m s”-

“I loved you, Lyrem.”

“I’m so sorry, Maria.”

Loved.

He waited, holding his breath, but Maria was finished speaking. In fact, she didn’t even notice how she had placed that single letter at the end of the word that meant so much. He had noticed it immediately. He rubbed the palm of his hand down his face and stood up.

“Where is that goddamn surgeon?!”

Lyrem stepped out of the room, only to find himself face to face with a doctor- or who he assumed to be one. She was tall, dark skinned and donned a long white coat. Her hands clasped in front of her, as if she had expected him to appear there.

“Lyrem Nomadus?”

Startled by the sudden contact, he straightened against the door jam and nodded in confirmation. His striped button up shirt billowed out slightly and was left partially untucked; the last evidence that a man of his position had given up. Stepping out of the way, he allowed the woman into the room.

Maria had already drifted into an exhausted sleep in the time that he had left for the door and returned to his chair. She deserved the rest. Reaching out, he held Maria’s hand. Her skin was rough and dry from the cold, unfeeling hospital where she had been staying for some time. There was a small bottle of lotion near the headboard. He took some in his hands and began to massage hers tenderly as she slept; almost placing him into a calming, meditative trance. It smelled of lilacs.

“Stage four,” the woman said simply.

“Yes, we know,” Lyrem said robotically. “You’re not the doctor we spoke with before she went under. Where is he?”

“He was on his way, but became distracted with more …important patients.”

With a fire in his eyes, Lyrem snapped.

“My wife is the most important patient in this fucking building!”

“You’re quite a mouthy one, aren’t you?”

He huffed, and returned to attending Maria, concerned that his voice had woken her, he became still. The woman in the white coat closed the door gently and with a keen eye she studied Lyrem as he cradled his wife’s hand and placed a gentle kiss at the tips of her fingers.

“May I ask you a personal question, Lyrem?”

“What do you want to know?” He said tiredly.

“What is your definition of true love?”

He looked up, furrowing his brows.

“Excuse me?”

“What is it? True love, to you?”

Lyrem shifted in his seat, and thought for a couple moments. The inkling that this person was more than a doctor, or a surgeon for that matter, was quite clear.

“It’s something that is meant to be. It’s destiny, and it’s perfect.��

The woman hummed. “That is very cute. I hope you don’t mind me saying.”

“And may I ask the same question of you?” Lyrem posed indignantly. He lowered Maria’s hand to her side again. His eyes became more steeled. Serious.

The woman grinned and approached and danced her fingers along the bedspread. Her eyes continued to linger on him as she explained herself.

“True love…” she began. “To me… Exists and does not exist…

At the same time.

Everyone loves in a thousand different ways every single day.

And yet we do not count a thought, a touch, a kiss, as acts of true love?

What is any type of love, if not true?

If love is not true… Is it truly love?”

“Forget I asked,” Lyrem grumbled a sigh.

She giggled, like someone was tickling a feather against the back of her neck.

“What is so funny to you?”

“Oh, well,” she started. “I can feel your friend…the fiend. He’s trying to visit us now.” She lowered her voice to a playful whisper. “He can’t. I won’t let him interrupt.”

Lyrem nodded and stood up from his chair. Pulling out a pale yellow, cloudy stone from his pocket, he held it up. She regarded it with a nod.

“You’ve made yourself a moonstone. That is quite the feat.” she acknowledged. “All to summon little old me?”

Lyrem’s grip tightened on the stone. So, she was Hekate. She finally showed up. Only took her four bloody weeks. Maria had done a lot of suffering in that time.

“Yes.” He confirmed. Suspicious, more than hopeful, Lyrem placed it back into his pocket. “And I would like to make a deal with you”-

. . . . . . . .

“No!” The voice shouted through the darkness, the deeper one. “Where is it?!”

“Oh, for goodness sake’s Hades!” Persephone hollered. “Maybe it has nothing to do with Maria? Maybe his call was somewhere else. We’ll find it eventually; we just have to keep searching.”

“Hades!” Lyrem shouted. Once again, he was awoken into darkness from a deep memory. “Persephone! You both stop this charade right, bloody now!”

“Oh great, now he knows we’re here.”

Lyrem scoffed, his hands reaching his hips, he screamed right back once again. How dare they sift through his memories like old photos in a box, pulling him in and out of all the moments he wanted nothing more than to forget.

“You utter fools! I knew I would arrive here! I knew you’d both be waiting! And I absolutely despise this attempt at torture! It’s boring! It’s… It’s… aggravating. Just let me die, already!”

“I’m very sorry poor thing,” Persephone piped up, “But it’s really not meant to be torture for your little soul. We’re simply… looking for something”-

“I don’t care what you’re looking for. Get out of my min”-

. . . . . . . .

He was in a room.

The backroom.

Maria sat at the table with her small, thin, and wrinkled hands folded neatly. She only ever saw the back room once in her life and this was it. She had hardly looked around. Mystics was her pride and joy, but she wouldn’t be able to have it. Not anymore.

A bejeweled and bloody knife sat beside her hands.

“There’s enough money in your account for you to live happily. You’ll never have to worry about a thing,” Lyrem said as he sat across from her at the table.

“I never wanted to break your heart.” She spoke softly.

He should have noticed it earlier; the small changes in her voice when she spoke to him, the softness in her eyes that had grown calloused; the unfeeling nature of her hand in his. It wasn’t the sickness that had brought it on. This had been the nature of their love for a long, lonely time.

“My heart’s fine,” he said coldly.

Perspectives had changed since she had survived her battle with cancer. Maria loved him well for many years, but her life with him was over now. Lyrem saw that now too- he was just too afraid to admit it.

After Hekate’s deal, and Maria had been miraculously healed in a way that doctors would study for years to come. She had reconnected with an old friend through the ordeal when Lyrem was away, searching for ways to keep her alive. The friend was one who had divorced his wife and was now living in Cuba, retired and carefree. Phillip had a lovely beach house, with a dock, and a yacht, and one of those jacuzzi tubs that Maria could never get enough of when she found herself in a nice hotel.

“Give me your hand,” he requested, holding his own out for her to take one last time.

The hand she offered had been scarred many times over and rarely had her wound ever been re-opened on purpose. Occasionally, Maria would see something she was not supposed to or know something that could have dire consequences for Lyrem if it ever was released into the world. It was safer if her memories were simply removed.

This time, he wanted to erase himself.

Everything they had ever done, he wanted it gone. He ushered her out the back door as her escort. Their final words had been shared. A cab would pick her up outside of Mystics in a few minutes to take her to the airport with a pair of packed yellow suitcases.

“Memorias vim ex”-

“Wait,” she stopped him, and stared up at his aged features. She wondered if she would still see him as handsome as he was now when her memories of him were gone. “I still… I care about you, Lyrem. Please, take care of yourself. Promise me.”

Any softness left in his eyes immediately hardened. He told himself he didn’t care what she had left to say. She had wasted enough of her life with him already. There wasn’t a moment to lose.

“Memorias vim extermina.”

The cut on her hand healed itself thoroughly, fusing the skin together to leave not much more than a thin red welt on her palm. She turned back toward the street. The only thing on her mind now, was where to wait for her cab.

He stepped into the back room, as silently as possible, just in time for Hades to bring him back into his present situation with a well fueled rage.

“If you hedonistic cretins don’t stop what you’re doing, right now, I”-

“You poor mortal man,” the deep voice claimed. “You still bear my mark, don’t you?”

There was a dim blue glow. Finally, something for Lyrem to address properly.

“Yes,” he spoke through gritted teeth, nearly pulling his hair out at the madness that was threatening to overtake him. Instead, his hand hovered over a spot on the upper left of his chest, mindful of the brand that Hades had blessed him with many years ago. “Quite frankly, it’s been a thorn in my side for decades.”

“A simple reminder of what you owe me.” Hades corrected him, stepping out of the light. His towering figure loomed over Lyrem. Hades snapped his fingers, bringing more light into the cavernous realm. Deep bluish hues overtook them both, painting Hades’ stark white beard with a cobalt glow.

“Your essence, your memories, everything you are,” Hades spoke; his voice echoed through the deep, dark gloom, “belongs to me.”

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Red Dead Secret Cupid

Happy Valentine’s day @boedkerillustrations ! I hope you enjoy your angsty piece about Arthur, it was fun to write!

Arthur leaned up against a brick wall, enjoying the shade on the hot summer day at the park in Saint Denis. Droves of people swirled around him, mingling and mixing together with the same ebb and flow of a river moving leisurely around a rock. To be honest Arthur enjoyed the indirect attention. It allowed him to watch the people fret over little details of their day that seemed oh so important in the moment but tomorrow would be forgotten. The colors of their dresses. Who was coming to dinner. Where they should vacation next.

Blah, blah blah.

Talk was a worthless currency to a walking dead man. It didn’t matter. But stealing these little moments away drowned out the other words that constantly rang in his ears.

Get yourself somewhere warm and dry. Progressive disease. Coughing. Blood. I’m so sorry, son.

He pulled out a cigarette and held the lit match a few inches away, frozen between two impossible choices. Arthur knew he had no time left, that much the good doctor made clear. Did he spend his days burning the candle at both ends because there was an end in sight? Or did he cautiously move forward, save any and all strength he had to help the gang and those living longer than him?

But he took too long to decide. The match burned out and he dropped it and the cigarette both to the ground and crushed them with his boots out of habit. It seemed all his choices were made for him lately. He had lost his control. But that didn’t matter anymore. He knew that now.

“Need a light?”

The gentle voice startled Arthur. A woman about his age moved along the wall, resting in the same pose and staring out into the crowd. The clothes were new, but that face he would recognize anywhere.

“Lydia Jacobs. I’ll be damned.”

“Good to see you too, Morgan. Been too long,” her smile stretched wide and Arthur couldn't help but give one back as her brown eyes crinkled at the sides just like they always had.

The pair met years ago but their time together was brief. Alone and desperate, she cornered Dutch in a bar begging for a safe place to lay her head for awhile, not knowing what she was getting herself into. Dutch had a soft spot for women in need. He liked to play the savior. He brought Lydia back to the camp he and Arthur shared and watched the two connect instantly. Lydia was no gun slinger, in fact she had been left behind as bait for another group for being too posh, but over the weeks learned enough to defend herself if needed.

An expensive perfume wafted Arthur’s way with hints of jasmine and vanilla. He breathed in the pleasant scent and tried to remember if it was what she used to wear all those years ago but he couldn't quite recall the specific notes.

“It’s been, what, nearly ten years since I saw you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m actually hunting a bounty. I know, I know, strange to hear,” she laughed at his bewildered expression. “But it’s a good income and I get to leave the city behind.”

“Though you’d be married, living in the city by now.”

“Nah, that wasn’t the life for me.”

Arthur watched her curiously, her eyes darting away at her words to look at anything but him. His own slanted but he was distracted as she scratched the back of her neck, her gloves catching his attention.

“You kept those old things?”

He hesitantly reached out for the white leather, time and use wearing them down to look much less like the fine things he purchased when he thought himself in love. Lydia smiled and held her hands out to admire them. Arthur was twenty-seven when he found the gloves and knew right away the woman warming his bed back at camp had to have them. A rose pattern etched across the backs made them unique, he had never seen anything like it. She squealed at the gift. But that hadn’t kept her from leaving the next week when the time came.

Watching her now Arthur was reminded that Lydia’s hands were no longer soft and delicate. That the skin was probably hardened from years of gun fights and horse reins. He never forgot what they got up to when the roughest thing she touched was his bed sheets in the throes of something a bit more reckless. Those memories made him blush and he coughed to hide his deepening cheeks.

“‘Course I kept them. One of my most prized possessions,” her words broke Arthur or his reprieve and brought him back to the present.

As Arthur opened his mouth a cough burned his throat, his question dying on his tongue as he hacked in pain. He turned in embarrassment and shame, the disease inside of him bursting at the surface no matter how hard he fought to keep it contained and in control. Lydia’s brow pulled together in concern but he waved her off with a gruff.

“‘M fine,” Arthur wheezed.

“You don’t sound it.” Her response was flat and sarcastic. “We should move somewhere else, there are too many eyes here.”

Together they made their way away from the midday crowd gathered for picnics and social gossiping in the town park and towards the outskirts of Saint Denis, passing the tailors before crossing the street and continuing on. Lydia was headed towards the garden house when Arthur grabbed her arm to stop, needing to lean against a fence for support as he began coughing again.

“Arthur, have you seen a doctor?”

The words were meant innocently enough but they sent panic burning below Arthur’s skin. He gripped absentmindedly at his ribs, half wishing he could either rip out the infested organs pumping life into his failing body or that anyone listening would answer his prayer. He didn’t want to die. The thought terrified him. But even he knew his bed was made and it was time to lie in it.

“I fell,” he spoke softly, guilt and pride not allowing his voice to carry far beyond his companion. “Down some street by the docks and a fella carried me to the doctor. Felt like a horse stepped on my chest.” For a moment the sunlight reflected off Lydia’s sweet brown eyes and her dark skin and Arthur was lost in the beauty that wasn’t tainted by his bad decisions. “He said it’s, uh, tuberculosis.” Lydia tried to control the sharp inhale to hide her emotions. “All those bad deeds finally caught up to me.”

“Arthur,” sympathy laced her words. “You know that ain’t fair. You put a lot of good out into this world.”

“Did I?” The laugh barely passed his lips. “The view from here is…”

Dismal. Petrifying. Bleak.

“We all have a limited time on this earth. I know things have always felt a bit out of your control but what you did mattered.” Arthur snorted half-heartedly. “I know I can’t change your mind in one conversation. I won’t try. But please, know that you saved me. I am living proof that you did something good.”

“Ms. Jacobs, no offense but you’re hunting bounties for a living. That ain’t what I’d call -”

“I am happy, and that is what matters most. I owe that to you. Spent my whole life doing what I love and I don’t regret it for a second. Which does bring me to why I’m here,” Lydia laughed as she pulled a folded up paper out of her pocket. “I’m hunting a bounty who’s, well, you.”

Arthur took the poster and examined the drawing. “Could have made it something more flattering. Doesn’t even look like me.”

“Especially not now.” Lydia meant the words as a joke, but silently cursed as she froze.

Arthur Morgan spent most of his life running. After thirty-five years he was finally slowing down. The bags beneath his eyes were dark and his cheeks hollowed. He didn’t just look tired, he looked…

“Well,” Arthur sounded dejected. “At least I know you’ll use the money well.”

“I’m not bringing you in, cowboy. I just came to warn you.” His eyebrows raised at her words. “Not only do we have a history, Arthur, but now it’s not...I won’t put a sick man in jail.”

At least she didn’t dance around the subject. Arthur didn’t want to hide behind the fact that TB was a disease nearly no one survived. He knew the odds. Not only did the thought of ceasing to exist send terror through him but he worried about those he was leaving behind.

Would John and Abigail ever have a home? Would Jack grow up like his father? Would Molly ever leave Dutch’s side?

His mentor and brother had been...different of late. Aggressive. Rash. Frightened. Arthur would never admit to anyone the flashes he saw in Dutch’s eyes when a decision came down to the wire but his heart recognized what it was. At first he ignored it. They were simply the emotions brought about by the decay of time and a friendship that passed every test they had hurled at them, nothing more. But more and more Arthur’s conscience would not allow the debate to happen; his words lashing out before he could think through the consequences of berating Dutch alone or in front of others and often had to hear how much he betrayed him by speaking up.

Subconsciously Arthur pushed a thumb across his palm to distract himself from the tightening of his throat and the tension behind his eyes. In truth he was terrified. There was no use fighting, but that didn’t take away his instinct to try.

“Not sick, Lydia. Dying.”

“How do you feel?”

Gently she took one of his hands in her own as they stood against the fence on the outskirts of the city. Life buzzed all around them; kids playing games, animals eating grass, adults doing chores. The mundane tasks made Arthur want to shake these people awake. Didn’t they know there was only so much time on this earth? Why were they wasting it hanging up clothes? That didn’t matter, none of it did. They should be running away, taking those they loved with them, and ensuring they prospered in happiness and love. Not money or things.

“Doesn’t matter how I feel. Just have to keep...keep…” His words cut off with another cough. Lydia’s heart broke for the man she once loved and fought back tears of her own, the shuddering gasps of Arthur’s laboured breathing shattering the illusion she had built up from her memories. This man had no fight left in him. Not for himself. “I got people to take care of.”

Lydia nodded sympathetically, watching his resolve harden. Arthur pulled his shoulders back and pushed off the fence to stand tall once again.

“You’ll do it Arthur, I’m sure of it. They’ll be okay,” something caught Arthur’s eye over Lydia’s shoulder as she spoke and he tried to hide the flash of recognition on his face. “Someone you know?”

“Yeah, a friend. Lydia, I should…”

“Of course.” She glanced back to see a dark skinned man with two horses approaching. He wore a blue shirt and an apprehensive look. “Just know if you need me for anything Arthur, I’m only a letter away. If there’s anything I can do, anyone I can look after, if you need a place to run away to, please just…”

Her words trailed off with the realization this would be the last time she would see him in this life. Arthur was always a figure in the back of her mind who came to fruition every now and then. A reminder that the cards she was dealt didn’t have to be her only ones. And now, to know he was dying in such an awful way, it took everything she had not to break down into tears.

“Sorry I couldn't help with that bounty, real shame he was gone before you got there.”

“Arthur,” she whispered.

But he waved a hand at her tone. “I’m nothing anymore. We both know I wouldn’t survive the way the world is going, seems I finally learned that myself. Just...promise me something, will you?” His blue eyes shimmered with life and Lydia found herself nodding right away, desperate to give this man’s last wish life. “Don’t, don’t waste what you have. People will try and tell you what they want from you, but it don’t matter. All of this is only worth it because you get to enjoy it for so long, so go out and do what matters and don’t listen to what other people want. In the end you’re the only one who shows up so just...do what matters to you. Whether it’s hunting bounties or taking care of someone or...I don’t know, picking berries or something. Leave your mark.”

Lydia couldn’t tell if it was the words of a wisened dying man or something she had been needing to hear but she felt changed. Her eyes followed as they rode away and off into the swamps, a silent goodbye with the tip of his hat the last sight of her friend.

How could one interaction affect her so deeply? Did approaching death give him an insight to not only what brings true happiness but what was wasted time? Did he know she would be there that day?

One day, Lydia knew she would ask him. But for now she would take what he said to heart and try to live alongside the memory of someone history would forget.

#rdr secret cupid 2021 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #my writing #I keep reading this as stupid cupid #like that mandy moore song

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giingers · 5 years

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All Mine

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Request: Hello Love, I’ve read your work and it was really beautiful. So can I please request one ? Like one where the reader is curvy and naturally beautiful. And some drunk men at the Garrison try to flirt with her. When she say no they became angry. And then her boyfriend Tommy comes and get reallly really angry. If you have time, for sure

Tag list: @peachyblinderss @crazyonesarethebest if anyone else wants to be added to the list let me know x Hope you like it!! I have had a terrible day at work today dealing with a child protection case (which always upsets me) but when I came home I read all your lovely comments about my writing so please know that everything you say means a lot to me and has cheered me up today.

The private room that was neatly tucked into a corner of The Garrison public house was now being polluted with a heavy and thick coating of tobacco smoke. The white tendrils of it swirled above the heads of the three Shelby brothers that now resided within its walls, and the culprit who’s cigarette was beginning to burn down now brought a whiskey glass to his lips.

“This is exactly what we needed boys, eh?” Tommy wistfully commented as the burning alcohol made its way down his throat. Both his brothers nodded in agreement- both of them probably in the same mind as Tommy and being thankful it was a Friday evening. It’d been a busy week for the Shelby’s, but earnings were high and trouble was low. It seemed that that had been enough cause to celebrate. Plus the dingy pub had seemed most appealing to Tommy since he hadn’t seen you all day, and being here allowed him to at least be in the same vicinity as you while you worked.

He could hear your voice through the opening in the private rooms wall and he could spy you every now and again from outside the door as you flitted from table to table, cleaning up glasses and pouring alcoholic refills into the cups of the boisterous men who crowded the bar. You’d only shared a few words with him since his arrival, but he understood completely that you were undeniably busy. Besides Tommy could be a patient man when the need arose, and he’d be patient tonight. He could wait for your attention. He’d waited for it since he was fifteen, another few hours would inflict no harm on his heart.

It was as if you’d read his thoughts and had decided to grace him with your presence because suddenly he could hear your footsteps at the door, and as he looked up from the table he met your eyes. Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette as he raked his eyes over you, and as he exhaled the smoke he let out a low whistle that was inaudible against the backdrop of noise coming from the pub.

You were a vision to him despite the fact you felt flushed and worn out, and those blue eyes of his appreciated how your skirt of midnight velvet clung to your body in all the right places and how the sweaty tendrils of your hair cascaded around your face. Your shirt was tight around your chest but dipped at the waist and Tommy let his mind almost run away with himself when he pictured how you looked out of our clothes. Curvaceous and utterly breath-taking, and the image was his and only his.

“Refill, boys?” you smirked beautifully, making your way over to them and shaking the half empty bottle of whiskey in your hand. Arthur took it from you gratefully, beaming toothily at you. You smiled when Tommy rose from the leather booth to take your hands, his eyes burning with something that made a fire light somewhere deep inside you.

“Give us a kiss, love” he said, voice rough and rugged from all the smoke he had consumed into his lungs and you grinned devilishly as you threw an arm around his neck. Your lips were on his then and you could tell he’d missed you all day because he kissed you so softly it almost felt like his lips were feathers. He gave your waist a little squeeze as he pulled away and you knew he was saving how he really wanted to kiss you for when you were alone and not in a crowded bar.

“You alright? No one giving you any hassle is there?” he questioned and you didn’t miss how his eyes skipped over your head and straight to the crowd of Irish men that were rambling loudly and jeering from across the pub.

It was no secret that he hated the fact you worked here where there was always bound to be brawls and arguments. He would lose his mind if you were ever hurt. Plus the fact you were the most beautiful girl in all of Birmingham didn’t help either, since idiotic drunks always tried their hand at flirting with you.

“I’m alright, love” you told him with a genuine smile “I can handle myself, you know”

With that you leaned up and gave him one last peck, savouring the feeling of his lips on yours and then you walked away from him to return behind the bar. It was endearing how Tommy worried about you, and the fact yours was only a new relationship was probably the reason Tommy was displaying such care towards you. As you wiped some glasses clean you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you thought of him and how much you loved him.

It’d only been two months since Tommy had confessed his feelings for you, late one night on your doorstep. Tommy had made it a tradition to walk you home each evening after your shift at The Garrison, even if he had been drinking there or not. Each night like clockwork he’d be there outside the pub (or sometimes he’d send a trusted Peaky Blinder to escort you home if he had business to attend) and each night outside your front door he’d bid you goodnight after kissing your cheek.

Then, two months ago, he’d blurted out rather drunkenly how much he loved you and how he’d loved you since he was fifteen. He hadn’t stopped telling you he loved you since. Not that you were complaining. You yourself had loved him for a length of time that seemed like forever.

A high pitched whistle that sounded from across the pub grabbed your attention and with it your wistful thoughts of Tommy trickled from your mind. The fleeting noise had come from the rowdy table of Irishmen and you narrowed your eyes when you spied one of them beckoning you over with a harsh gesture. You hated when people treated you like a servant, and all this man was short of doing was clicking his fingers at you. You grimaced to yourself and snatched the bottle of scotch from the bar as you began to walk over to their table.

You walked through the hazy cloud of smoke that was rising from the table and making its way through the air, and as you did you tried to ignore the cat calls and whistles that followed you. You were used to it though, yet you still felt disgusted that men felt the need to objectify women and reduce them to something to whistle at.

“You need a top up, fellas?” you said in your most polite voice even though you wanted to smash the bottle of Irish scotch over the head of one of the men who was now peering at you through glassy eyes like you were something to eat.

“I’d drink a tall glass of you, if you’re offerin love” the man who spoke was burly and bearded, and had piercing eyes that made you feel as if he was undressing you in his mind at the way he dragged them over your body. Your eyes flickered to the private room where Tommy sat but it didn’t seem like he was looking your way. Good, you thought, you could handle a drunk flirt without the wrath of a Shelby getting involved.

“Sorry Mister, the only thing I’m offering is scotch. Drink it or get out” you told him, your answer being mocked by a low murmur of feigned shock that was brought on by the other snickering men. Your words didn’t seem to register with the half inebriated Irish man as he leaned towards you with those eyes still gazing at you uncomfortably.

“Come on lass, don’t be like that. Sit down with us and have a drink” his hand collided with your back side as he spoke and his actions seemed to bring on a rush of laughter from his audience, but you weren’t laughing.

“Don’t touch me” you warned him, wrapping a hand around the neck of the bottle and beginning to walk away with the intention to go tell Harry to remove the men from the pub, but before you could take another step a hand came and gripped your arm.

“I said sit down and have a drink” the man slurred, the stench of his breath ripe with the scent of whiskey and scotch “if you’re lucky I’ll take you home tonight and show you a good time”

You struggled a little trying to remove yourself from his grip but he had his hand grasped pretty tightly around your wrist. You gripped the bottle of scotch tighter but before you could swing it to hit him, a voice that was cold and dangerous rang through the pub.

“Get your fucking hands off her”

Tommy Shelby was a demonic shadow that now cast itself in all its mighty glory within the doorway of the private room, and in its wake the heavy cloud it brought silenced each sound in the pub. Men who had been deep in conversation within each corner of The Garrison, and who had not been paying attention to your struggle with the Irish now seemed to be entirely focused on the way Tommy stalked towards where you stood. The bearded thug still held your wrist in his dirty hand and his eyes now narrowed on Tommy’s dark frame as he made his way over with his shoulders straight and his fists balled at his sides.

“Yeah? Who the fuck are you?” the Dubliner slurred angrily and the murderous way Tommy eyed the man made your heart pound. Trouble and violence hung in the air like an infectious disease, and by the way Tommy was beginning to tremble made you believe he had become contaminated.

Arthur and John now flanked Tommy’s sides, reminiscent of the embodiment of conscience but instead of one being good and the other evil you could tell that they would both spur Tommy on when it came to fighting.

“Who am I?” Tommy answered with “If you don’t fucking let her go I’m going to be your worst nightmare”

Silence followed and the clock that hung over the bar ticked ominously like it was counting down the seconds before an explosion. Your heart rattled inside you and you tried to plead with your eyes for Tommy to not start any trouble. But when the Irish thug didn’t release his hold on you all hell broke loose.

Tommy swung his fist and when it collided with the man’s face it made him drop his hand from your arm, the force of being knocked sideways then made you drop the bottle of scotch onto the ground. It shattered everywhere but the crisp noise of it was lost as a great and violent din erupted throughout The Garrison. The table that the Irishmen had been drinking at was flipped over- glasses and bottles smashing everywhere- and fists flew in every direction as all three Shelby men took out to fight.

You were pushed out of the way by a concerned Arthur and although he was trying to help it caused you to stumble and fall on the ground. You huffed heavily as you fell on your bottom, landing right in a puddle of spilled whiskey that had trailed out of a knocked over bottle. Just one peaceful night, you thought, that’s all you asked for, and what did you get? A fucking fist fight and a soaking wet skirt that would probably smell like a brewery.

“Hey!” you shouted loudly as you stood up but it seemed that none of the brawling men could hear you. You shouted again as you made your way over to Tommy who was now bleeding from his lip but those same lips were cocked into an evil smirk as he drew back his hand and brought it forward to meet the Irish mans face. The way he cupped his now broken nose with his hands gave you an opportunity to stand in front of him before he could retaliate to hurt Tommy more.

“Stop it!” you yelled as you held up your hands in front of a now mad looking Tommy. It seemed that finally your shouts had worked because all fighting seemed to cease. All around you was chaos- smashed glass, broken chairs, flipped over tables and panting men who were bleeding and bruised.

“Thomas, stop it please” you looked at him “it’s pointless, alright? He’s dumb and drunk, and definitely not worth it”

He just stared at you for a minute, his shoulders heaving up and down rapidly and his eyes dancing in his head. It took a moment before that murderous glint made itself scarce from his face and when it was gone it was replaced by a much calmer danger.

“You don’t seem to be from around here, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt” Tommy looked past you and spoke coldly to the man who minutes before had hassled you “but this is my fucking city, and my girl. You ever lay a hand on her again…..you ever so much as fucking look in her direction and I’ll have you strung up. Now get the fuck out, and don’t ever set foot in this pub again”

Thankfully the men seemed to heed Tommy’s warning (they’d be foolish not to since in that moment he looked like Lucifer in a three piece) and they made their way out of The Garrison in single file. The bearded Dubliner eyed you coldly as he made his way out and before he left he spit viciously at the ground.

“Leave it!” you warned Tommy as he made to lunge at the man again, your hands resting on his chest and pushing him back. His thrumming heartbeat seemed to slowly subside under your touch but his breathing still sounded erratic. The trouble was over though and you were thankful it hadn’t escalated anymore than Tommy would have wanted it to. If he had his way all those men would be sleeping in fresh graves tonight.

After the brawl most of the other men had hurried off home, including Arthur and John who were both on the drunk side and had left hyped up from the fight. Tommy had stayed behind to help you clean up all the broken glass and fix the furniture, and he now sat perched on one of the stools at the bar, swigging out of a whiskey bottle.

He now watched you as you began to walk towards him from where you’d come from the back room, hips swaying tantalisingly as you placed yourself between his legs. You had a wad of cloth in your hands and you took the bottle of whiskey from Tommy’s and let the dark liquid soak the material.

He winced as you began to clean the cut at the corner of his eye that had caused a trickle of crimson blood to run down his face. You continued to clean his face up, feeling how his eyes never left you and shivering slightly when he placed his hands on your hips.

“I wonder how many times you’ve patched up my injuries over the years?” Tommy began lightly with a laugh, but that laugh turned to another sharp wince when you pressed the wad against the gash in his eye once more. It was true that you’d cleaned Tommy’s wounds countless times. Even before you were together he had always gotten you to fix him up after brawls.

“And I wonder how many times I was the cause of those injuries?” you said to him crossly with a pout and a furrow to the brow, but he just held you tighter, his hands sliding down your hips.

“I would gladly take a beating every day to protect you” he said as he rested his forehead on yours, but despite his words you sighed and pulled away from him.

“The thing is Tommy, you don’t have to” you told him softly as you placed your hands on his face “not everything has to end in a fight. I told you I can handle myself, and I meant it. I’ve dealt with drunken men every night here since I was seventeen. I don’t need you fighting my battles for me”

“I don’t like other men putting their hands on you” Tommy’s eyes were glinting with the haunting memory of fresh violence, and you sighed as you let your hands trail from his face to his neck.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Those men think they’re brave in front of their friends, and flirt with me to gain a reaction. That’s all it is” you reassured him “I’m all yours, Tommy. I’ve always been”

“All mine, huh?” he smirked coyly, opening his legs wider on the stool and bringing you even closer to him. You could feel his hands roam your body over the velvet of your skirt and you shivered when he placed his lips on your neck.

“Take me home, Tommy” you whispered to him as he kissed along your jaw line, and you could actually feel him smirk triumphantly against your skin and then he pulled away from you.

“Let’s go” he told you, a different sort of spark lighting up his eyes now and you knew he’d bring you home and make you prove just how much you belonged to each other. The thought made your knees tremble already.

You leaned over to kiss his lips passionately, but you forgot how just an hour before it had gushed blood from the impact of a punch, and now it was swollen and bruised.

He winced greatly, and as you pulled away from him you said three words that made him chase you around The Garrison childishly until you both were breathless in a different way than you had imagined beforehand.

“Serves you right”

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic

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Victor Creed:

Being at a party means enjoying yourself, having an unforgettable time with your friends and your boyfriend Victor how come with you just to see you swing those hips in your little black dress. For Victor, you were irresistible so much that he wanted to grab you and throw you in the nearest booth just to ravish your body. As he watched from the distance he saw you dancing with your friends laughing and twirling, enjoying every second. You looked to check on Victor as he took his last swing of the liquor, winking at his delicious lover. As you twirled back to your friend you immediately felt a sweaty and greasy hand on your lower back traveling down south. An unruly chill walked up your spine making you move away from the feeling turning around seeing a drunk man not speaking a word letting his hands guide him to you.

Your eyes travel to Victor’s spot seeing the table empty and as the hand approached your body you saw Victor extending his hand digging his claws into the man’s arm, yelling out a cry of mercy.

‘Be happy that’s the only thing I pierce with my claws.’ he growls out through the music.

The man kneels down from the immense pain begging Victor to release him. After a few moments, Victor lets him go his claws bloody swiping them along with his coat, partially cleaning them. He extends his clean hand to you

‘Let’s go home, kitten.’

Loki Laufeyson:

Dates with Loki can be only one word... relaxing. He loves to take you on strolls around parks as he holds your hand and rambles about his past week. It really relaxes both of you. But in between the date you love to get your dose of caffeine. He obliges as you two make way to the nearest coffee shop sitting on the terrace enjoying the view and Loki (duh). As you drink your coffee you can feel the waiter staring at you trying to make eye contact. You knew if you did that he would get a wrong idea. Nonetheless, you enjoyed your time with your lover.

As the last drop of coffee was drank you two stood up walking out of the coffee shop. Grabbing your bag you saw the waiter sating in front of you holding a coffee to go with numbers scribbled on the back.

‘This one is on me.’ he awkwardly says as he extends the coffee.

You immediately wave your hands in front of you not wanting the coffee ‘Thank you but I had enough coffee for today.’

The waiter instead of pushing the coffee into your hands forcefully.

‘I think that the lady said no.’ Loki says calmly as he approaches you from behind putting his arms on your back reassuring you that everything is alright.

Loki leans closer to him ‘Better run away peasant before I freeze you into a block of ice.’ Loki’s skin starts to mix with his blue and his beige tone.

The waiter looks horrified as he stumbles back into the safeness of the coffee shop. Loki turns to face you smiling and kissing your forehead.

‘Let’s continue our date, love.’

Thor Odinson:

Thor loved being able to hang out with you without any other team members because he let’s his inner ‘cuddle monster’ free. So it was natural for him to be handsy in public as you too walked around town. It would be always around 7 pm when the town starts to quiet down. He loves to dress in matching hoodies so people can get a feel that you and he are together. But not always, once a guy walked to you as you were waiting for Thor to exit the HQ and while you patiently waited the rando started making small talk about your orange hoodie, as you politely answer it cutting it to a bare minimum. The guy quickly caught your wave of ‘fuck-off’ vibes he forcefully grabs your hand making you face him.

‘Let me go, asshole!’ you scream out trying to pull your arm from his grasp.

‘Come on, just one drink, lovely.’ he says as he tries to walk away with you.

‘You mortal worm, you get your hand off my woman!’ Thor screams out forcing thunders to fall next to his body, not to harm you.

The guy lets go petrified of his near future. As you run into Thor’s arms seeing his eyes filling with anger and thunders.

Bucky Barnes:

You loved going to nature with Bucky as his favorite thing to do was feeding the ducks. He loved seeing the ducks gather around him as he crumbles the bread and sprinkling it around his feet feeling like a proud mother. And who better to enjoy it than with you. As Bucky waited for you to get off work he saw in the glass building where you worked a guy taking up your personal space. Bucky knew that you could handle it but something gave him a bad vibe about it. As Bucky held the fresh bread he bought he runs to you grabbing his shoulder, pulling him forcefully back making him almost stumble. To be honest Bucky doesn't need a GOOD reason to save you from someone. He just wanted to protect you and hey when he saw a dude trying to hit on you he WILL attack. As Bucky started to fight with the man he hit him with the bread multiple times, breaking it in half with the only second hit. Lucky stops after a while he stands over the man throwing the bread on his face

'Don't touch her ever again.' He hisses

Steve Rogers

If anything Steve didn't like it was galas. He doesn’t like the feel of fakeness from the smiles, dresses, and especially people. Steve always had to hold up a ‘smile’ for the people there which tired him out. And that’s where you come in you keep him smiling by making silly remarks or some jokes (which most of them don’t really land but still they make him smile) but still, every time you are with him he keeps you within arms reach because the last and only time he didn’t a drunk socialite approached you trying to get a ‘picture with Captian America’s lover’. Steve jumped in between of you while the socialite grabbing his hand twisting it in an uncomfortable position. Let’s just say that Steve cracked more than a smile that night.

‘I’m sorry darling, that won’t happen again.’

Bruce Wayne:

The problem being with Bruce is always the same, paparazzi. Bruce loved taking you on outdoor dates but that always meant having maybe 4 minutes of peace and quiet and after that the flashing cameras in your face or in the distance following your moves. You know what you were signing up to do when you are in a relationship with Bruce but sometimes it gets intense. Each time Bruce does his best to shelter you from them but sometimes it’s really futile. And you just let it be, as the hoard of paparazzi run towards you asking you question solely around Bruce. They can range from tame to very rude but you just keep saying in your head

‘10 minutes of this torture and the rest of the day with Bruce.’

Clark Kent:

It all happened one day as Clark was driving you to meet his mother and as the two of you arrived at the small house Clark immediately sighed thumping his head on the steering wheel.

‘What’s wrong?’ you ask perplexed

Clark huffs out looking at you ‘I hear the chatter of two people I despised in high school.’

‘Bullies?’

Clark nods as he exits the car holding your hand in his and as you two were just about to step on the porch a loud voice stopped you.

‘Clark Kent? THE Clark Kent?!’ one of the two men says his eyes widened in shock.

The two men quickly run to the both of you looking at Clark seeing how he outgrew them.

‘Look at you a real! You are tall as hell.’ said the other man

‘Johnson, Marty.’ Clarks says their names.

The two men gawked over him but their eyes quickly fell on you. Looking at you like a piece of meat. Clark saw their gaze and quickly wrapped one arm over your shoulder.

‘Fellas...’ Clark says in a growl daring the attention away from you.

As much as he wanted to pummel those two the ground he felt his mother watching him from inside of the house.

‘Let’s go, babe, I can’t wait for you to try my mother’s homemade apple pie.’

Arthur Curry:

With Arthur, it’s really intense. Once at a bar Arthur sat next to you talking about his day as he put his hand on your tight circling it softly, making you melt at his touch. But not even 3 minutes later another hand is on your other tight, making you yelp in surprise. Arthur saw the man grinning wickedly at him angering Arthur by the second.

‘You are done, asshole.’ Arthur says as he starts to punch the man in his face, beating him up badly, staring a bar fight between them. The man got some shots at Arthur but you knew that Arthur was just getting started. You watched from a safe distance not wanting to catch someone's hands. As Arthur looked down at the beaten man he flips his hair back looking at you, smiling.

‘Let’s go home, doll. Apparently, we came to the wrong place where men don’t know how to treat a lady.’

Orm Marius:

When someone approaches you in an unfitting manner Orm will let out his ‘Ocean Master’ rage out going so far to hurt the person. For example, one time he was walking you home from a date when a man slapped your ass. As you turned around you saw the man grinning like a 5-year-old boy but as Orm turned to face him you saw the smile drop in seconds as he was slammed on the nearby wall being pulled up by the collar of his shirt, gasping for air. That was the first time you saw him really angry. His eyes throwing daggers at the man, his hands clutching the neckline of the shirt and his voice filling with threats/ promises what he will do to him. With a little bit of persuasion from you, Orm lets go of the man as he runs away. Orm turns to you kissing your lips softly as he holds your face in his hands gently.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent that miscreant from touching you but it won’t happen again.’

The Joker:

With J it’s really straight forward, someone touches you he will shoot them. But if they touch you while he is watching, for example, like 4 nights ago at his club. As you were at the bar ordering a drink for yourself you felt a man grinding against your ass as his hands were firmly on your waist. You pull away from him even pushing him away but to no prevail. Until Frost walks through the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor yanking him away from you and guiding him to the back rooms. As you look upon the VIP floor you see J standing there watching you. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him and walk to his section to join.

A few days and as you were in the penthouse you hear from the floor beneath screams and a loud bang. Upon hearing that a few minutes later J walks into the penthouse covered in small drops of blood, smiling. You don’t ask anything as he walks to you kissing you roughly, he pulls away and says.

‘No one touches you but me, sweetheart.’

Duncan Vizla:

(btw, for you Duncan-ho’s like me if you haven’t watched the death stranding trailer go watch it. Mads will star in the game)

With Duncan, everything is very low-key when you are on dates with him, so it can no surprise as you told him about your day over a small dinner and about the guy you are working with. As you tell him about his nasty personality, his crooked smile, and unflattering comments it can to you no surprise when you heard about the guy absent from work due to a broken arm. You knew that Duncan intervened, so when you comforted him he replies coldly.

‘I just taught him some manners and ethics and gave him punishments for his behavior. That’s all.’

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Speakeasy Tonight fanfic Neil Season 3 Chapter 9- First, do no harm

This is PART 2, here’s part 1: https://mydearsaddiary.tumblr.com/post/627009658293485568/little-curiosity-notes-hey-guys-were-on-chapter

Mostly me, Vince and Donovan fired and fought against the goons. I couldn’t see where Uncle Charlie was, but I could see Cliff and Julius punching some of Adler’s fellas.

In the chaos, I distanced myself from my peers and found myself facing Mayor Adler himself. He pointed his gun at me, and I reciprocated doing the same right back to him. Time was once more still. Weird the things you notice in these moments, sounds of the water played in my ears, the smell of the docks filled my senses. It was a place that was more dangerous than, anyone else who wasn’t part of the mean and crude underworld of the city, would imagine. Trades of alcohol were common, more than one gang fight had happened there. It created and decimated many competitors. Transportation really seemed like a façade.

Now, my future was about to be decided in the same place. In this unlikely face-off between a pregnant mob boss lady and the Mayor of Chicago, a strong tall man who was supposed to be the epitome of righteousness, but instead was worse than any vermin this city possessed

-Well, Miss Granger. Seems like we’re both where we both knew we would eventually end up. Right to killing each other- A sinister smile took over his face

-No. You didn’t know- I replied, glaring at him- You thought you could lock me away forever, and that I’d never escape. Your mistake- I took a few steps towards him- Was thinking I could be tamed easily.

-I never thought that- He said in an angry tone, uncontrolled. The usual smile on his face was gone along with his composure- You’ll learn along with the others that I always win, no matter what

-You’re wrong again- I said- Bailey, Louis, Vera, and now you. I’ll teach you what happens when you try to mess with me or my family.

He was about to pull the trigger, and then an even taller figure ran into him, tackling him to the ground. Both men were now engaged in a fight, trying to overpower one another.

-Neil!-I exclaimed. But soon realized I needed to finish this. I ran to them trying to grab his gun, but with them fighting it was hard.

Adler pushed me away, punched Neil on his nose making it bleed, and got his gun. He then got up, pointing it right at the Doc.

-Don’t you dare!-I pointed my gun at him from the floor- Back away!

It was surprising to me that I could feel Neil wasn’t scared. It made me wander why that was, but at the moment I was too preoccupied with saving his life

-That’s always been your weakness, hasn’t it? You made up a band of brothers in your speakeasy and now none of them are replaceable! I never have that problem

-That’s the truth, Adler. Hired guns means you lose one and another one can quickly take it’s place, no feelings involved- I gripped my revolver tighter- However, when things get tough, none of them will be there to protect you

He took a look around. All of his goons were either defeated or had fled. Vince and Donovan pointed their guns at him, and Cliff held his baseball bat. Julius was by Uncle Charlie, who himself looked stronger than I had ever seen him with a gun in his hand also aimed at the mayor.

-Time you backed away from my niece, Adler.

His expression turned darker. He turned his focus back to me- Oh, I hate you, Ice Box Flapper. I always win.

My heart sank. I knew in that moment that he was about to pull the trigger on Neil. He was the one that kept me going through every problem the Ice Box has ever encountered since I arrived. I suddenly remembered every single vivid detail of the time we spent together.

How rude and condescending Doc Dresner first was, how he took care of me when I fainted, how he slowly softened up his hard edge, let me into his dark and cynical world. How he was the first to say “I love you”.

The possibility of all that being gone with just a single movement from the mayor overtook me in a way that made me lose my mind. In that moment I knew I could shoot someone

So I pulled my trigger before he had a chance to pull his

Right in the middle of his eyebrows a dark circle formed and started to bleed down his nose. His blank expression was haunted, and his body fell backwards into the massive waters in the dock. It tainted it an angry, cursed red. Soon, he was gone as suddenly as he had appeared in our lives.

Until a few months ago I had never had a gun pointed at me before. A sheltered life like the one I possessed meant I was always looking for danger for my own pleasure. However, this was the kind of danger that gave you adrenaline and made you feel alive, but at the same time made you want to scream, pull all your head off and scream until you can’t anymore. The ambiguity of what I had just done created a fight in my mind. This was the first time I had ever seen someone die and I was the perpetrator.

A silence took over. I guessed nobody really knew how to feel or react. But thankfully it ended when I felt the soft touch of the Doc grabbing my arm. My head then turned and my eyes met his. The blue in them made me dizzy, swooned with love. The grace in this moment was amplified. I felt grief for my own innocence, disgusted and somewhat evil, like I’d lost myself. Looking into his eyes, however, I was found. I was loved and alive. I was as disturbed as I was happy to see him again.

-Are you alright?- He said in a whisper

-Yeah...-I said relieved- Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?

-He...-He ignored the question and his hand travelled slowly to my stomach- He’s...?

I nodded, leaning over to hug him tight- Im sorry- It was all I could say

-Never mind that now- He got up, helping me do the same

-Kiddo- Charlie came our way and embraced me. I hugged the old man back. How I had missed him- You alright?

-I’m copacetic! Grangers are tough!- I gave him a soft smile, then looked at all of them now around us

-Gave us a scare- Vince said. It put my heart at ease to see him alive

-Vince, I thought he killed you, what happened?

-He tried to- He shrugged- Two weeks in the hospital was all he got out of me. Besides, now I can let you know.

I smiled softly at him- Guess I should thank all of you for saving my life.

-Where the credit is due, you saved yourself and us along with it- Neil said

-Besides, don’t thank us, fix the three weeks worth of accounts and numbers at the Ice Box and we’re even

I laughed- Yes, I can’t imagine what a horror they must look, no offense, Unc

-Im just glad you’re fine, kid- He pointed at my stomach- Now, what’s this about?

Neil went pale- I’m taking full responsibility for it Charles.

-Well, you better.- He glared at him, but soon smiled- Well, with the wedding I guess it’s fine, we’ll just have to hurry it up a bit. Besides, I was waiting for some grandnephews!

-Besides, who would have thought?- Vince said- Neil’s gonna be a daddy!

-Back off, Moretti- He gave him his angriest expression- Let’s get out of here- Neil said- I’ll take MC to my infirmary and-

-What should we do about her?-Donovan pointed at a scared Vera- I thought she quit town

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about my temporary roomie-Turns out Adler was keeping her hostage, like he did to me- I walked over to Vera- Here’s what we’ll do. Donovan, say you investigated the mayor, found out Vera was being held against her will. You tried to arrest him but he ran away with his goons. Haven’t been seen since. That should discredit him in every way possible- I sighed- And save Vera’s reputation- I said that part less enthusiastically. It meant she’d still be around again to give us a headache

-Crazy mayor locks down own wife, not seen in Chicago, sound good, lassie. Might get me a promotion

-Then I’ll leave- Vera said- For good. I don’t ever want to see this town again

I looked at her surprised and smiled-Works fine by me, Vera- I went back to Neil’s side- I want a hot shower now!- I said stretching.-Hm...-I wandered a little- I need something to lift my spirits. Party at the Ice Box tonight!

In the back of my mind I tried to lock away the fact that I had just killed a man. I was free, Neil was alive, the Ice Box was safe and all was right in the world. I was letting myself celebrate.

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Turns out Neil took me to his infirmary after all. He had me laying down in a new fresh set of clothes. He examined the bump and myself in every way he could. It was sweet, but it was unsettling to see him this nervous

-Come here, Neil- I sat up calling him

-I just need to finish-

-Sit!-I pointed at the chair in front of me

He sighed, but obeyed my harsh tone, and then his eyes stared at me. I grabbed the wet cloth on the table, washing off the dried blood on his face

-You get hurt too, so I’m not the only one who needs to be cared for

-I’m not the one who went AWOL for weeks- I spent a few minutes cleaning his nose, and then he gently touched my hand- MC... When you didn’t come back that night I... Well, let’s just say I wasn’t in one of my best moments. And then I saw him pointing that gun at you today... I swore an oath to do no harm, but I was about to commit murder today if it was necessary.

I squeezed his hand- Well, you didn’t need to- I looked down- Because I did- Tears formed in my eyes. In front of him, it was so easy to open up my heart- I don’t regret it, but-

He held my face, getting closer- Hey... MC. You’re a real bearcat, you know that?

I chuckled- Tough as nails

-Nevertheless, you’re done now, alright? I can’t risk you, the both of you, anymore

-Okay, I mean, I can’t stop running the box, but I’ll take it easy on the evil rascals and guns and all that

-Yeah, well, I’ll be tougher on you this time

-Neil, I- I flinched, any will to fight him on that decision suddenly disappeared- Oh my God...- My eyes widened with surprise

-What?! What’s wrong?

I grabbed him hand, putting it back on my stomach- He’s kicking! Feel it, feel it?!

I took a little while but his expression softened, as much as Neil would let it soften-I feel it.

-Oh, there he goes again!

-I feel it too, right there- And back and forth we went. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He gave the unborn child one of his big smiles. In my heart I was scared he wouldn’t want it, or that he would lose his mind. But all I saw was concern mixed with happiness

In that instant, we had a silent agreement. We would forget all the mistakes of the past and focus on the future. With no words, we promised to be there to protect each other, to love and support one another and raise our baby as best as we could. We’d walk side by side...

... Until death do us part.

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Thank you for reading this chapter! I’ll see you in the next and final chapter of my fanfic: Speakeasy Tonight Neil Season 3

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