#popcorn drift roses

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Violent Love

-M.S

Synopsis: Matt and you have been friends since kindergarten, but when his youtube career flew off, so did he. He moved to LA with his brothers, and when he came back to Boston for a visit, it doesn’t end in the most pleasant way.

Warnings: Foul language, Stalking, Murder, Phsyco!Matt

This story is NOT for the faint of heart. Its also really fucking long. like REALLY long.

“Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear

You were comforting and quiet

How did love become so violent?

Oh, teddy bear, you were my teddy bear

Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me”

As you laid down alone in bed, you heard a faint knock on your door. You automatically assumed it was Matt, your childhood best friend.

Best friend. He was like a very overprotective big brother to you. When you had issues with people, Matt had no issue starting a physical fight. Unlike how most people would just say, ‘talk it out’ or even have a talk with them, Matt would immediately start a fight. He’d beat the shit out of them, until they were sobbing and rapidly apologizing.

You hated that Matt did this, but it also gave you a sense of security. Protection.

He always held you close to him as you two cuddled in his bed, watching whatever movie you wanted, while scarfing down popcorn. Matt was everything you needed.

He was there for you, and he always had been. Until he wasn’t.

He had a youtube career, with his brothers, Chris and Nick. You loved them, too, but not nearly as much as Matt. You were more than overjoyed when the boys’ youtube career took off, but the three decided it would be best to move to L.A. Simply because there were ‘more influencers’ there, making ‘easier content’.

Matt tried to get you to come with, even offering you a room in their house, but you declined. You were of course sad to see him leave, but you always felt you were holding him back. You would miss him, but you felt it was best. Besides, he said he’d take trips back to Boston often to visit you.

The longer you two stayed apart, the more you slightly drifted apart. You still talked, but you didn’t feel as close as you used to. So, when Matt told you he’d be coming back to Boston, you immediately invited him over.

And now he was here.

You threw yourself out of bed, quickly making your way to the door of your empty home, opening it quickly to see Matt standing there alone, a bouquet of roses in hand.

“Matt! I missed you so much! I haven’t seen you in forever!” You gasped, throwing yourself into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to catch you and hold you.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” He shook his head and chuckled, before slowly setting you down. “Here.. I got you these,” He says slowly, handing you the roses that were held tightly in his hand.

“Awe, Matt, you didn’t have to,” You gushed.

“I know, I just missed you so much.” He shook his head, and you backed up, allowing him a clear entrance to your house. You nodded, and he let himself inside.

“Nice house,” He smiled, as you followed him inside.

“Yeah.. It’s okay. Kinda out in the middle of nowhere though.” You shrugged, and he nodded. “Come to my room! We can watch a movie and talk. Like old times!” You suggested, and he nodded.

He followed you closely as you zoomed down the halls, eventually making it to your room.

“Sorry its messy,” You apologized, and Matt scoffed.

“Y/N, we literally made messes in each others rooms when we were younger what are you on?” He gently shoved you out of the way, throwing himself on your bed.

“C’mere,” He waved you over, holding his arms open for you, and you quickly threw yourself into him.

Just like old times.

You wrapped tightly around him, as his arms snaked around your waist.

“If you squeeze any tighter my eyes might pop out of my head,” Matt laughed, and you loosened your grip.

“Sorry, I just missed you soooo much!” You giggled, and Matt placed a kiss on your forehead, causing you to shoot up.

“I totally forgot to tell you, but I got a boyfriend!” You smiled brightly.

You got a boyfriend about two months after Matt left. Your boyfriend cared for you, of course, but not as much as Matt did.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly sat up, and you tilted your head.

“I.. Um… I gotta go- I told my mom i’d be home for dinner,” He abruptly stood up, and you felt slightly hurt. Why was he being so… rude?

Yeah, sure, Matt was usually like this, but not to you or your family. Ever. He loves all of his family very dearly, and wouldn’t do anything they don’t want. Or deserve. Or need.

“Oh.. Okay. Text me later tonight, so we can make plans. Okay?” You asked, and Matt just nodded, before slipping into the hallway.

Later comes, and yet no text from Matt. You decided it was best to call him, and he quickly answered, but before you could speak, he did.

“What’s your boyfriends name?” He asked through the phone speaker.

“Um.. Kyle..? Kyle Spencer, why?” You reply, and you hear him sigh.

“I know him, Y/N. He was on my highschool hockey team. He’s bad news,” Matt was disappointed. You could tell.

“Matt.. You don’t know him like I do.. Trust me on this one. Please?” You pleaded, but Matt just hung up.

He never hangs up on you? Nevertheless when you were in the midst of a conversation. You stared at the phone with his contact showing, confused as you read the big bold letters saying ‘Call Ended.’

You debated on calling him again, and decided too. He was acting weird. You laid silently, awaiting to hear his sweet voice, but to no avail, you hear a loud beep, and his voicemail.

You let out a frustrated groan, before sitting up and calling one of his brothers. Due to alphabetical order, Chris’ contact was the first one you saw. The phone rang, but unlike his brother, Chris answered.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” Chris chimes through the phone, his voice loud and cheerful.

“Hey, Chris! Is Matt around you?” You asked curiously, but the boy hummed.

“Umm, no.. He just left, actually. Sorry. Did you have plans with him?” Chris replied, and you let out an annoyed sigh. Who was Matt so adamant about meeting up with?

“No, not really. I’m just bored, I was gonna ask him to come over but he wont answer his damn phone.” You growl, causing Chris to chuckle.

“Me and Nick can come over if ya want, we don’t have any plans,” Chris offered, and you smiled at the thought of seeing them again.

“Yeah! I’d love that. I’ll send you my address.” You beamed with joy, and Chris hummed again.

“Cya soon!” He spoke before hanging up.

At least you wouldn’t have to be alone tonight.

Around twenty minutes later, you hear a knock on your door, and since it must be Nick and Chris, you practically throw yourself out of bed.

You rush down the hall, and throw the front door of the house open, and saw two of the same faced people standing aimlessly at your door.

“Y/N!” They both exclaimed, as you quickly pulled both of them into a hug. The three of you greeted each other, before you pulled them into your house, leading them to your living room.

They both plopped down on your couch, and you tossed the remote in-between them.

“Put on something to watch, I’m gonna go make some popcorn,” You told them and they both nodded. You heard them quietly speaking to each other as you rummaged through your cabinets, searching for some popcorn.

You finally found a bag, and tossed it in the microwave. As you waited for the popcorn to be done, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, and saw many messages and missed calls from Matt.

Odd. He just hung up on you a while ago, and left your house on a excuse, but now he wants to talk? You decided to open the messages anyways, if he wanted to be a dick you could just simply leave him on read, and thats exactly what you were going to do.

The messages read, ‘sorry i was really busy with something my dad needed help after dinner, can i come over?’ five minutes after that one, he sent another one. ‘hey? y/n im sorry i didnt mean to leave like that.’ Another five minutes passed. ‘Y/n. i know youre getting my messages please at least reply with a no or smt.’ You sighed, and slid your phone back into your pocket, not bothering to reply.

You carefully grabbed the hot bag of popcorn out of the microwave, and headed back to Nick and Chris. The two had turned on Edward Scissorhands, your favorite movie to watch together. You gasped, as you rushed over to the boys sitting comfortably on your couch.

You threw yourself against Chris, as you had done to Matt earlier, and Chris had quickly pulled you into him and adjusted himself, just as Matt had done hours before.

You couldn’t deny, you terribly missed Matt and did want him to come back, but you didn’t want any trouble. He was already acting off today, maybe he just needed rest. If you ignored him, maybe he’d give up and sleep.

You cuddled into Chris, as all three of you shoved popcorn down your throats and payed close attention to the movie. You missed doing this when you were younger.

You missed Matt.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket again, and saw more messages from Matt.

‘Y/n. Is he over? is that why youre ignoring me? i told you hes an asshole. he doesnt deserve you. hes just a whore that wants in your pants. youre better than that.’ You scoffed as you read the message. Who does Matt think he is? Sure, he may be your best friend, but he’s in no place to call your boyfriend a whore? ‘im sorry i took it too far. can i come over please. ill make it up to you, ill cuddle with you and rub your back, we can go sit on the roof and watch the stars like we used to. please.’

That one hit hard. You missed stargazing with Matt so bad. Neither of you knew anything about stars, but thats what made it ten times better. Using your imagination as you laid your head on his warm chest. One of his arms draped around your waist, his other arm holding your hand. You missed it so much.

‘Im busy’ you typed out, and quickly sent, pushing your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to be tempted by his reply.

You felt bad for being so petty to your best friend, but you didn’t want to ‘interrupt’ him. You felt your phone buzz a few times in your pocket, and you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

“Y/N, just answer your phone.” He chuckled, and you sighed. If only it was that easy.

“Has Matt been acting odd, recently?” You questioned, as you slipped your phone out of your pocket.

“Hm.. No. Why?” Chris replied, and you sighed.

“After I told him I.. have a boyfriend, today, he just got up and left. I called him later, he asked for his name and then he just hung up. He didn’t answer any of my other calls, but now he’s spamming me and apologizing.” You grumbled, as you read the messages.

‘Y/N, ill come over regardless i have ur address’ Now this was just getting weird. He was always sweet and caring, not forceful. ‘Y/N, cmon. im sorry. please let me come over. ill make it up to you.’ You contemplated on how to reply, before you just held your phone up to Chris.

“See? How am I supposed to reply to this?” You ask annoyed, and Chris just snatched the phone from your hands.

You didn’t reach to take it back, you trusted him. He lifted the phone at an odd angle, before snapping a picture.

His fingers tapped gently on the screen, before he handed the phone back to you, giving his full attention to the movie.

As you examine the screen, you saw the picture he took, with you wrapped around Chris, had a caption, ‘She said shes busy.’ Chris could be petty too, sometimes. Not that you minded, of course.

Matt quickly began typing, before his message popped up on the screen, below ‘yours’. ‘What the fuck, chris?? fuck this, fuck you guys.’ You read. You didn’t mind. You felt bad, but he just needed time to debrief, you thought. This will all blow over tomorrow, and you guys can hangout and stargaze, like Matt had offered earlier.

You slid your phone back in your pocket, pulling your attention to the movie, that was now almost over. Nick and Chris now started brainstorming the second movie to watch tonight, and you giggled at the two’s bickering.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, before you pulled it out. You saw your boyfriends contact flash across the screen, and your eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t mind that he was calling you, but he said he wouldn’t bother you much, knowing you’ll have people over. He usually sticks to this.

You slowly stood up, and held up your index finger at the two boys as you accepted the call, indicating you’d be back in a moment. You walked off down the hall, as you pulled your phone up to your ear.

“Hey, baby!” You spoke loudly; making sure he could hear.

No reply. Nothing at all. No background noise, no voices, no reply. Maybe something had gone wrong with one of their phones?

“Baby?” You called again, and this time you heard something. Something unusual. As you turned your volume up, and held the phone speaker closer to your ear, you heard a ragged breathing.

Nothing you’d say was.. bad, more like someone just took a mile run and was trying to catch their breath. But no words.

“Um.. Hello?” You paused, but the breathing didn’t stop. “Kyle? Are you there?” No reply. You now began to worry. Kyle hadn’t done anything like this before. He was a very respectful guy. He knew something like this would scare you and push your boundaries.

You crept back into the living room, with Nick and Chris. You put the phone on speaker, and grabbed your remote, muting the T.V. Both boys understood, as they intently listened to the phone. The breathing only continued for about fifteen more seconds, before you heard the loud sound of the dial tone, making you slightly jump.

“Did you guys hear that?” You ask, and they both nod.

“Yeah, the weird ass fuckin’ breathing? Yeah I heard it. Whoever the fuck breathing that loud might need an inhaler,” Nick joked, but your facial expression stayed the same. Worried. Scared, even.

“Nick, this isn’t funny..” You sigh worriedly, before tossing your phone onto the couch.

“Sorry, sorry.. What even was that about?” Nick asked, and you shook your head.

“I.. I don’t even know. It was Kyle, my boyfriend. He told me he wouldn’t call, since he knew I had friends over, unless it was urgent. He called, I answered, but he didn’t say anything.. All I could hear was that breathing..” You groan as you sit back down on the couch, next to Chris. “He’s probably fine.. I’m just overreacting. Did you guys pick a movie?” You asked, trying to advert your mind from the topic.

“Yeah, if Spongebob is okay,” Chris giggled, and you nodded. As Nick looked for the movie, you so badly wanted to pull out your phone, make sure your boyfriend was okay, and tell Matt to come over, but you knew you should refrain.

You didn’t want to be too pushy. You had already been told by people that you worry too much, and you figured they were right. Plus, it’s not like Matt would do anything.

The further you got into the movie, you felt more and more unease, which is the complete opposite of what you wanted to happen. The compete opposite of what was supposed to happen.

You began to feel paranoid, feeling like someone was watching you. You kept pushing it off as Chris or Nick, but maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to who was watching you.

You finally finished the movie, your mind still racing with nerve-racking thoughts. What if your boyfriend was hurt? What if Matt was hurt? What if Matt wasn’t going to forgive you? What if.. No. Enough with the what if’s.

“I think i’m gonna go to sleep, now. You guys should stay. I don’t want you going home this late.. You recently got your license and its pitch black outside. You’d probably hit a deer.” You joked, but both boys agreed. Nick called the couch, and Chris called the spare bedroom, knowing Nick would end up sleeping in the spare room anyways.

You headed to your room, and started feeling slightly better. Slightly less like someone was watching your every move. Maybe it was just Nick or Chris, and since they weren’t around now, the feeling wasn’t either.

You quickly changed into your pajamas, just a black cropped top, and red and black plaid pj pants. You threw your hair into a messy bun, before flopping down on your comfortable bed.

You picked up your phone, and saw there were no missed calls or texts. Maybe everything was fine. Maybe you were just overreacting. Or possibly, you weren’t.

You pulled up your texts with Matt, and typed out a smaller message to send him.

‘hey. im sorry if i was being petty earlier, you were just kinda making me upset, yk? id love to hangout sometime tmrw if your not busy? i do miss you matt.’ You meant it all, so you sent it. You’d hope he’d forgive you and move on, even if there wasn’t much to forgive.

You laid in your bed, complete silence filling the air around you, allowing you to fall deep into thought. Perhaps too deep.

You awoke to a loud ringing from your phone, which was laying next to your head. You yawned, before reaching over to grab it and read it, only to find out it was Kyle, who was once again calling you.

It was three in the morning. Kyle had a very strict sleep schedule, he was asleep by now. You quickly answered, no doubt in your mind now that something was wrong.

The same thing that happened the first time happened. Just the same heavy breathing, but no speaking. No speaking at all.

You hung up this time, and you remembered you have Kyle’s location on your phone. You didn’t have it because you ‘didn’t trust him’, it was just a fun Life 360 group of him, you, and some of your other friends.

When the screen finally loaded, you squinted at the sight. Why was he here? At your house? At three in the fucking morning.

Your heart began to beat faster, and you wanted to cry. What was going on? Matt acting weird, Kyle.. heavy breathing, harsh paranoia, and now your boyfriend in your house, and three fucking A.M, with no explanation?

You wanted to go look for him, or at least warn Chris and Nick. Well, not warn. Warn was a stretch, there was nothing to be afraid of. So, why were you so scared? As much as you wanted to get up, your body wouldn’t let yourself.

You felt trapped to your bed, as if it was a pit of quicksand. You realized that you have your phone on you. You could call 911, but whats the use? They’re going to show up, check the house, find nothing, and everyone thinks you’re crazy.

You could at least text Chris and Nick, though, and just prey they have their phones on silent. Why were you so scared of your own boyfriend? He’s never done anything to frighten you or harm you, so you weren’t sure why you were this on edge.

You reached for your phone, before you heard a small shuffle by your door, and your heart dropped. Someone was inside. Someone was inside your home.

You froze, you couldn’t move. You began to shake slightly, your throat going dry immediately. Another decision hit you.

Do you stay quiet, or do you call out? Regardless; whoever it was had Kyle’s phone, and they were in your house. This was targeted, and they knew you were there. This was all planned out.

“Kyle?” You called out, your voice just slightly above a mere whisper. Your doorknob turned; and your heartbeat went from extremely slow, to one-hundred miles per hour. You felt your throat tighten, and your eyes begin to fill with water. Fuck, you can’t break down now. Not now, out of all times.

“My love, there’s no need to be scared. I’m here. I’ll protect you.” Matt.

You could tell from his fucking voice. It was Matthew.

“Matt, oh my fucking god. That wasn’t funny. I almost fucking cried..” You began to trail off at the end of your sentence, as Matt came into view. His blood stained shirt and bloody hands, the rips in his shirt and pants.

Your thoughts immediately went to Kyle. Where the fuck was Kyle, and what the fuck happened with Matt.

“M-Matt, this isn’t funny. This isn’t fucking funny.. Jokes over. Matt, stop. You’re scaring me,” You stutter, as the boy began to inch closer to you, now leaning over you.

“Mh.. Well, I love you. You know that. But you loved him.. There was no other way I could win you, was there? No.. I don’t think so, either. I did the only option. Get rid of all of my opponents. And now look at me. Look at us. Alone, together. No more Kyle, just us. Yeah?” He asked sultry; pulling a bloody knife out of his waistband, dragging it softly against your neck.

Your breath was lodged in your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. What do you do in a moment like this? You can’t run, hide, call the cops, you can’t do anything. You’re helpless, and Matt knows this.

“M-Matt- please, please don’t- don’t hurt me,” You plea, tears begin streaming down your face, as you fight back your sobs.

“Well, You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I would’ve liked the same fucking respect I gave you, goddamnit. I gave you all my fucking love. All my time, care, everything. I gave you fucking everything. And all I get in return? Nothing. Fucking nothing. You had so much to offer.. Such a shame it has to go to waste like this, isn’t it?” He pressed harder, the knife threatening to cut through skin.

Just the smallest movement, and you’d be gone.

“Tell me how the stars are up there.” Matt speaks, a single tear rolls down his cheek, as he quickly rips his arm sideways, slicing the knife.

And just like that, love can turn to violence.

“I threw you out, I didn't outgrow you

I just didn't know you

But now you're back

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me

Now you're showing up inside my home

Breathing deep into the phone

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.”

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

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[zepskies]

Bullseye

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

AN: This was requested by @flory-alexandra. Thank you, lovely! 💜 I just finished Dark Angel and this was too good to resist!

Word Count: 800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some spiciness.

“Babe,” Alec tried, for the second time.

He knew you heard him.

You were (supposedly) lost in your book, languidly turning each page, sometimes licking a finger to make that part easier.

He had a feeling you were doing that one on purpose. Each new sight of the tip of your tongue made his gaze zero in on your pretty mouth.

“Hey,” he said, a little more pressing.

He managed to get your eyes lifted over your book. “Hmm?”

You were stretched out on the couch, still wearing your pajamas. He was sitting in a lounge chair nearby, bored out of his damn mind. It was a rare day where the two of you had a day off work at the same time. The least you could do was pay attention to your boyfriend.

He dug his hand into his big bag of popcorn and shoveled a handful into his mouth.

“I’m going stir crazy in here,” he complained around a mouthful of kernels. “Why don’t we go do something?”

Your brows knitted together.

“This is the first time all week I’ve gotten a chance to read my new book in peace,” you said. “Why don’t you go hang out with Joshua? He’s all by himself, cooped up in that house.”

Alec sighed. “The guy’s freakin’ Picasso. He spends all day painting.”

“It’s good he has a hobby,” you said absently. “Now shush. I’m reading.”

He rolled his eyes. “By all means, continue reading your smut in front of me.”

You shot him a narrowed look for that one, but he spied the edge of your curving lips, your telltale blush. The cover of the book left little to the imagination.

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle.

Alec smirked. 50 Shades of Whips and Chains, or whatever the hell, he thought.

His girl was a freak. But then again, so was he.

With a loud sigh, he reached deep into the popcorn bag and grabbed another handful. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth, he chose to pick out one and a time and toss at you.

The first one fell by your side. That, you could ignore.

The second one hit you dead in the forehead.

You lowered your book and glared at him.

“Alec,” you said flatly.

He gave you a lazy grin and tossed another. It fell down your V-neck shirt and into your bra, right between your breasts.

His smugness intensified, and he shot you a cheeky look.

“Bullseye,” he said.

Your brows rose. You set down your book (making sure to dogear the page you were on) and you reached into your bra to find the elusive piece of popcorn.

You scrutinized it for a moment. Then you popped it into your mouth.

You had the nerve to wink at him as you chewed.

Alec was wide-eyed for a moment…but all too soon, his Cheshire grin was back. He had the look of a predator as he watched you lick the salt off your fingers with nonchalance.

You didn’t seem to notice him sliding off the chair. The moment your head turned his way, he pounced.

His superior speed had him on top of you before you even realized he’d moved, and you squealed with laughter when he pinned you down on the sofa by your wrists.   

He smirked down at you unrepentantly.

“So you’re just gonna tease me all day, is that it?” he said.

He leaned down and spoke near your ear. “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”

His voice had the power to make you shiver with delight, but it was his teeth grazing the shell of your ear that did it. His lips and tongue made a sensuous path down your neck.

Alec let go of your wrists to let his hands drift down your sides, delving under your threadbare shirt that you so often wore to bed. His movements were slow and calculated as he inched the shirt up your body and over your head.

He unclipped your bra with a practiced hand. Once he’d freed the straps from your arms, he tossed the satin cups away, making you giggle. 

You took his face in your hands and met him with a searing kiss. You already felt his desire pressing against your inner thigh. It made heat flood down between your legs, right where you both wanted him to be.

The book laid forgotten on the coffee table. Probably for the rest of the day, if Alec had anything to do with it.

Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of you, but he could be very persuasive...

So you decided to put your hobby aside and give your man some much needed attention. 

AN: This one's short, but I had a lot of fun with it. 😂💜 Let me know what you think!

Alec's such a fun (and deceptively complex) character. I so enjoyed exploring him more in the mini series I have coming up in January: "Being Human." In case you missed the preview I posted last week, here it is...

👀 Sneek Peak:

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster...

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Part 12

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You wouldn’t call yourself a totally hopeless romantic, but when Leon showed up at your door dressed to the T, holding roses, and asking you out with a charming smirk you nearly swooned.

You placed the flowers in a vase on your kitchen counter where they would probably stay long after they wilted. You took note of how long it even took you to find an actual vase in your place, not to mention how dusty it was.

Modern ‘dating’ has drowned out so much romance these days.

It had been so long since you went on a date you forgot how nice it felt to get out of the house with other people, how nice it felt to be the center of someone's attention and admiration. You wouldn’t say you craved it necessarily but you definitely lacked a lot of social interaction. Not to mention you were 100% touch-starved.

Leon picked you up and took you out to see a movie, it was an unconventional first date but you didn’t mind. Especially not when he held your hand and bought you expensive movie theater snacks. It was cute and simple. It wasn’t like you were expecting a whole lot.

On the way there the two of you got to know each other better, you found out his mother had died 4 years ago and that he had been helping his dad with the restaurant ever since. 

You felt so much respect for him that he’d stuck by his father to help him.

The two of you played 20 questions for most of the car ride, learning simple things about each other like favorite movies, preferred colors, and biggest dreams

It eased a lot of the anxiety you’d been feeling since he picked you up.

Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice how nervous you were and if your palms were sweaty in his, he never commented on it. 

The movie was a comedy that you enjoyed, although you kept getting distracted by Leon playfully stealing your popcorn. 

You were so used to doing things by yourself that you forgot how fun simple things were with other people. 

You really should try to make more friends. 

Your train of thought drifted to Nat a lot of times throughout the night. For some reason, you kept wondering if she would enjoy doing things like this with you. You let yourself indulge in your fantasy for a moment, pretending that Leon was Nat and that you two were meeting up for the first time but not the last time. It wasn’t a bad date but you found it felt better when you imagined Nat there.

You felt less nervous.

It almost got to the point where a joke was made in the movie about spies and you turned to laugh with Nat about the inside joke, only to find Leon with his eyes trained on the screen.

You were the only one in the theater who had laughed.

You shook the thoughts out of your head. Here Leon was treating you to a nice movie and you’re thinking about someone else. 

The rest of the date you tried to focus on Leon and the movie but now there was a distinct feeling of something missing. 

You hated how easily Nat could take over your brain lately, and how much hope and happiness you got from imagining her with you everywhere.

It was becoming a problem so much that you really did begin taking her with you everywhere.

When you went to the grocery store there she was telling you sassily that you should eat more than frozen pizza and chicken nuggets. 

(An argument you’d had over text many times)

When you went to the library she was there telling you to pick out books other than romance novels

Everywhere you went she was there commenting on things

Always faceless but wearing that same red t-shirt from the photo she sent you.

You didn’t realize just how much she had begun to infiltrate your life until now. 

In a way, it comforted you. 

If you couldn’t have the real thing then maybe you could live with Imaginary Nat.

When Leon dropped you off at your apartment you kissed him on the cheek and entered your apartment with a smiling face, immediately opening your phone to text Nat about the whole ordeal. She was quick to text back, she had been more responsive since your break from each other. 

And sassier than ever as well

          Nat🔪:

Nat🔪: 

A Movie? Really?

Y/n🍦:

Shut up it was cute

He held my hand and bought me popcorn

Nat🔪:

Wow.

I’m teeming with jealousy.

Y/n🍦:

It was a first date

Nothing's perfect on a first date.

Nat🔪:

Whoever told you that was a liar.

C’mon, you can’t be serious about that…

Y/n🍦:

I don’t think I’ve ever had a perfect first date

Nat🔪:

Then you’ve been with all the wrong people Y/n.

Y/n🍦:

Where would you take someone on a first date?

She took a while to type, the three dots appearing and disappearing numerous times. You took the spare time to get ready for bed and change into your pajamas. You hopped into bed, reveling in the warmth that the covers brought you. 

Nat🔪:

Depends on the person

Y/n🍦:

Did you take all that time to type that?

What were you thinking before you pressed backspace?

Nat🔪:

Well a date idea for you - based on what you’ve 

told me about yourself-

Probably a rooftop picnic. 

Y/n🍦:

Oh?

You hadn’t been on a picnic in a long time. Going on one did sound nice actually…

Nat🔪:

Since you never get out of the house 

Y/n🍦: 

Hey! I get out enough!

Nat🔪:

Maybe I’d bring a game or some paints, 

You can learn a lot about someone by what they 

Paint on a first date.

Then I’d probably want to walk around 

with you for a bit just to listen to you talk.

Then I’d take you out stargazing. You seem like the type.

Hypothetically, of course.

You threw your phone onto your bed and turned to scream into your pillow. It really was not fair how suave Nat could be sometimes. And how were you supposed to gush about your date when she just made up a much better hypothetical date? You were pretty sure you were blushing more at her idea than you had all night with Leon.

Y/n🍦:

Hypothetically you’re right.

That sounds like a dream

Are you speaking from experience?

You were trying to prepare yourself for if the answer was yes, you had to admit you’d be pretty jealous of whoever got that date. Although you think you’d probably be jealous of anyone going out with Nat, she seems like the type of person to treat her partner right.

You tried not to let your brain go down that path.

Nat🔪:

All of that was specific to you, Y/n.

I wouldn’t do that with anyone else

Screw it, all of your apprehension went out of the window. What were you supposed to say to that?

You immediately began imagining the date Nat described, your favorite foods sprawled across a stereotypical red and white blanket as you looked over the city. Walking around Central Park for hours, finally talking to Nat in person and hearing what her laugh sounded like. Driving away from central New York to the outskirts of town where you can see a million stars. It all sounded like the perfect day. 

And when you tried to imagine it with Leon or anyone else it just didn’t feel quite right.

But you would never get that with her.

So even though it made your heart flutter and your stomach flip you pushed out the thoughts of you and Nat together.

Even if you really wanted to be. 

Shit, You were so in over your head.

~~~

Normally showers were your happy place but You’d practically freaked out when Leon told you your next date would be at a fancy expensive restaurant down the street. You’d passed by it so many times and wondered what the inside looked like but you never thought you’d actually eat there. It made you exponentially nervous.

The types of people you saw going in there were nothing like you.

And if you were honest, you weren’t sure you wanted to be anything like them.

But Leon was treating you and it was such a classic date idea, especially in the movies.

You couldn’t just say no.

Briefly, you wondered if Nat was the kind of person to enjoy expensive restaurants. The thought of her sparked an idea in your head:

Maybe Nat could help you out.

You finished cleaning up and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and quickly wiping your fingers on it to grab your phone.

You paused the soft music you’d been playing and opened the messages app.

Pausing to reread and huff out a laugh at your previous messages. 

Something about Nat complaining about not getting any privacy with her roommates. Something you only recently found out she had.

               Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

Emergency!

Nat’s responses were immediate and you almost felt bad for phrasing your text so urgently

Nat🔪:

What?

What is it

Are you okay?

Y/n🍦:

I don’t have anything to wear 😫

Nat🔪:

I’m blocking you.

Y/n🍦:

Natttt 

I need your help

Please

Nat?

Where’d you go?

Nat🔪:

You can no longer send messages to this number

Y/n🍦:

That’s not the real blocked message.

You pathological liar. At least make it believable.

For real I need your help

Nat🔪:

Why is this such a big deal?

Y/n🍦:

I have to wear something fancy to this restaurant

Leon is taking me to.

It’s called Sharp Cuisine

Nat🔪:

Fancy?

That’s not very you

Didn't you two literally meet in a diner?

Y/n🍦:

Hey, I’ll never say no to free food.

Nat🔪:

How can he even afford a place like that?

Y/n🍦:

Maybe he has connections?

Nat🔪:

If that’s the case have fun eating

In the storage closet

Y/n🍦: 

I’m so stressed out, I don’t

Go out enough to have fancy outfits.

I think there’s dust on my clubbing outfit…

Nat🔪:

That’s depressing.

Dates aren’t meant to be stressful Y/n.

Maybe you should tell him?

Y/n🍦:

He already made reservations 

Not everyone is as romantic as you Nat.

I wish.

Nat🔪:

Fine, show me your options.

Y/n🍦:

Thank God

I Love you (Deleted)

I owe you!

~

When you’d gotten to the restaurant you were still self-conscious but you felt a lot better in the outfit Nat helped you pick, along with the accessories she told you would pair with it perfectly.

Halfway through the -honestly average dinner a fancy server approached you with a plate. Your favorite dessert sat prettily decorated and you stared in awe. Worried you might start drooling soon you turned to Leon to thank him only for him to turn to the waiter with concern etched onto his features

“Sorry but, I didn’t order this”

You furrowed your eyebrows, disappointment settling at the fact that the server probably delivered it to the wrong table

“I’m well aware sir, someone came in and told us to give it to someone named Y/n?”

You perked up at that, something hopeful and curious stirring inside your chest

“I’m Y/n” The waiter turned his attention to you, nodding his head slightly as if to say he already knew

“Yes I was given a description of your dress” He places the dessert next to your half-eaten meal and then hands you a note written on a napkin and walks away to serve another table.

You took a bite out of the sugary dish and nearly moaned at how good it was, after a few more bites you finally looked down and read the note written in pretty but precise handwriting.

“I have connections too. Enjoy your dessert, Y/n ;) ~ Nat”

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest,

She was here.

Pt.13

-Writing Leon and Y/n scenes is literally sooo hard for me I’m sorry- that’s why they might b boring~ Starry

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[sinning5sos]

close | Calum

Requested: no just up calums ass 

Word Count: ~3,100

Smut:  lots of angst then sweet missionary <3

It was movie night with friends, and you were currently curled up on the couch by yourself while your roommate was on the opposing couch with her boyfriend, and you felt slightly envious of the physical touch but you pushed the thought to the side. You had just recently broken up with your boyfriend of over a year, and were missing all of the normalcy that came from your relationship.

That’s why your roommate was having a movie night, to get your mind off of everything. Some raunchy comedy was on the tv, but you weren’t really paying attention. Your gaze fell onto Calum, who was lying down on the floor, sprawled out between the two couches and you had a small smile on your face as he laughed loudly.

“Hey, pass the popcorn,” Calums voice rose from the floor and you sighed as you glanced down at him. You thought about just passing it down to him, but you wanted to keep it for yourself.

“Or, you can just move up here. It’d be a lot easier,” you muttered, and he sighed dramatically as he pushed off the floor and sat up, “Just saying,”

“I just thought you might have wanted your space,” he said, and you rolled your eyes as you moved your legs in front of you to empty the couch beside you. You lifted the blanket and let it fall over your body once more. 

“Yeah but it’s you Cal, it’s different.” you said, and he smiled as he climbed up the couch and you leaned back against it. It was different. Before you and your ex had started dating, you were very much interested in Calum. You pushed all of your feelings, pushed the memories of when the two of you had nearly hooked up but stopped at the last second, pushed everything including Calum away.

The two of you drifted apart in the last year, it was too confusing but you missed him. You looked to the side, watching Calum as his focus was still on the movie. He had a small smile on his face, but it got wider the moment that he noticed your attention was on him.

“My favorite thing is the little lines that you get around your eyes when you smile,” You whispered, and his smile grew even more. 

“Hey, we’re going to go out to the bar. Do you guys want to come with?” Your roommate interrupted, but you shook your head. There was only one good bar in town, and you had a strong feeling that your ex was already there, most likely drunk and you did not want to deal with that. 

“No, I’m good.” Calum answered, and you were surprised as he normally loved going out, “I’ll stay here and keep her company.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You said, elbowing him slightly but he chuckled as he nodded. 

“You’re right, but I want to. It’s been a while,” He said. You smiled down at your lap and sighed. The two were moving back and forth throughout the apartment before they finally said their goodbyes and left out the front door. 

“Here, you can stretch your legs back out.” Calum whispered to you, and you nodded as you lifted the blanket and let your legs fall onto his lap. He set his palm against your calf, letting it rest there and you nodded in approval at the small action. 

After a few minutes, he started to slide his hand back and forth, and you hummed at the physical contact. You missed him, you missed him more than you could have imagined. 

“I missed you Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he nodded. 

He dragged his finger along the underside of your foot, and you giggled as you let your head rest on his shoulder. “I missed you too darling,”

“It’s been too long.” You said, and he sighed but nodded. You both go quiet as you get invested in the movie and when two characters confess feelings, Calum breaks the silence. 

“I felt so guilty for having feelings for you, I felt so goddamn guilty.” He murmured, and you frowned as you pulled away. 

You sit up and pull your legs away from him to cross them, resting your hands in your lap, before you question what he means,  “Guilty for what?”

He lets out a huff and reaches for his beer, taking a drink before holding in between his thighs so he can rub his face with both hands. “The last time you visited me on tour,” He avoids your gaze and you know what he meant immediately, but remains silent. “I pretended I didn’t remember because you hurt me and I didn’t want to show it, I didn’t want to show you how much you meant to me and how badly you hurt me. And I felt guilty because I kissed you, I kissed you knowing that you were leaving and going home to some guy that wasn’t me.” 

He paused to take another drink and chewed on his lip for a moment before continuing. “I kissed you knowing you had feelings for someone else and that we couldn’t be together but in that elevator, I wanted you so bad I would have done anything for you. I felt disgusting because I knew you didn’t want anything with me and I kissed you and said things I shouldn't have, knowing you were in a relationship with someone and that I shouldn’t have.” 

He meets your gaze for the first time to gauge your reaction and when you don’t say anything he speaks again, “I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I wanted to go and apologize. I wanted to just knock on your door and beg for your forgiveness. I hated myself for it.”

“I’m sorry Cal,” You whispered and he shrugged his shoulders as he looked away from you. 

“It’s not your fault is it? But the guilt just kept gnawing at me. I wanted you to be unhappy in that relationship, I just wanted it to end. I’m so fucking disgusted with myself,” He trailed off and your eyes stung slightly as you thought about what you put him through. You didn’t quite remember that there was more to your history that the two of you shared until it finally hit you, and then you realized.

You had confessed the feelings that you had for Calum right before he left to go on the new promo tour. You knew deep down that it wasn’t a good idea, he would be leaving and it wasn’t good to have the foundation of your relationship be on when he would ever be home.

It would just have been too difficult to manage, and so instead, the two of you remained friends. Between the promo tour, music festivals and then a whole new tour after that to go along with the album release, there just wasn’t time for the two of you to have a relationship.

And then, Calum left.

That was when you met him. The fun little fling that turned into friends with benefits and then into somewhat of a steady relationship. He knew about Calum from the start, he knew about the complicated relationship between the two of you.

In between the stages of the fun little fling and friends with benefits, you visited Cal while he was on tour. You told him that you were flying out to see Calum, and he was unsure about it but didn’t want to seem controlling or annoying in any way. 

“What do you mean, you have a friend with benefits?” Calum snorted, and raised the bottle up to his lips once again. You glared at him for a moment before leaning back into the couch.

“And you don’t? Please Cal, I’ve heard about your hookups throughout the different places. At least someone over here cares enough to tell me,” You muttered and he frowned as he looked up at you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He said, and you rolled your eyes and he set his palm on top of your knee and squeezed gently, “Really, I am sorry.”

“Cal, it hurts hearing it but it’s fine. We agreed that we wouldn’t make a relationship out of this so I get it,” You said and he shrugged his shoulders as he removed his hand. 

“Yeah, I get it. But screw this, let’s go out. Let’s go have fun, I didn’t fly you all the way out here to sit in this hotel room. There’s a club in the lobby of the hotel, let’s go down.” He said, and you nodded as the two of you got up and got ready to go out for the night.

***

The music in the club was still pulsating through your body, even now as the two of you were headed toward the elevator. One drink had turned into two, then three, then you slowly lost count as you danced with Calum.

Your shoulder grazed his, your fingers dancing near each other as you continued walking before you whined and huffed. Your feet were hurting, the shoes digging into them so Calum stopped you and helped you take your shoes off.

“I got you Princess,” He mumbled and you giggled as you continued walking, now barefoot and he held your heels in his hands. He helped you as you stumbled slightly, a drunk grin on his face as he slid his free hand down to your hip. The two of you leaned on each other for support as you waited for the elevator doors to open, and he held you firmly against him.

“You smell so fucking good,” He murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss against your head. He hummed quietly to you, the sound making you feel at home. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You kissed his chest gently, thinking about how much you missed him when the elevator doors opened. A few people filed out, and as the two of you went in you had the elevator to yourselves.

He pushed you back against the wall and dropped your heels in one smooth motion, his hands now coming up to cup your face.

“God I want to taste you,” He whispered before pressing his lips against yours. You were surprised at first, but melted into the kiss and ran your hands up his chest to his neck. He continued the kiss, eagerly pressing into you before pulling back and trailing kisses down your neck.

“I missed you so goddamn much,” He murmured between kisses, peppering them along your throat.

“Cal,” You exclaimed, noticing the button lights weren’t lit, “You didn’t even press our floor.”

He rolled his eyes but pulled back to press his floor, the light now lit up and the elevator started moving. He moved quickly back over to you and wrapped you in his arms, breathing out heavily.

“Good, it gives me more time for you,” He murmured against your neck, “I’d give this all up for you. Just say the words.”

Hearing that sobered you up, and you leaned back against the wall and pressed your forehead against his. He tried kissing you again, but you turned your head at the last moment. He couldn’t mean it. He was drunk. He was just excited. The doors opened with a slight ding, and you moved past him to start going toward your room. As you opened your door, you turned back to see him, your heels still on the ground beside him as he had a broken look on his face.

You almost changed your mind.

He called your name as you slipped into your room, and heard his footsteps echo yours down the hall but you locked the door behind you. You heard him mumble out a quiet ‘fuck’, then heard him go into his own room. You took a deep breath as you leaned against your door, trying to process through everything that just happened within five minutes. Instead of acknowledging any of it, you decided to pass out for the night. 

***

A knock on your door sounded, and you rolled out of bed to answer it. You opened it to reveal a very hungover Calum, and you wondered if how you looked rivaled him.

“We gotta get you to the airport.” He mumbled, and you winced as your head was pounding. 

“Do you want to talk about last night?” You asked, but Calum just shook his head. You took a deep breath and was about ready to bring it up when he interrupted.

“I don’t remember anything from last night. Get ready, I’ll go grab food and meet you back here in twenty.” 

You shut the door behind him, gathered your things and took a quick shower. The water helped you feel refreshed, but you still couldn’t properly form thoughts on what happened last night. You wanted to talk about it with Calum, but he claimed to not remember.

Calum returned shortly and grabbed your bags as he offered you a breakfast sandwich. You gratefully accepted it, and walked down the hall into the elevator.

“Calum, are you sure you don’t remember anything from last night?” You prompted again, but he shook his head.

“No. I told you that already. Let’s just get you to the airport so you can go home.”

“I still have those heels of yours. I never had a chance to give them back to you. I don’t think I wanted to let go of them,” He muttered, his eyes avoiding yours, “I’ve wanted to bring it up every single day but I never knew how.”

“You should have Calum. I missed you so goddamn much.” You whispered, and he turned to face you.

“We can make up for lost time. Or we can start over. Or we can do whatever you want to do.” He nearly pleaded, and you sighed as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently.

“I just want you Calum, that’s all I ever wanted.” You replied, and he had a small smile on his face. He pulled you closer to him, your faces just inches from each other. It was like a game of chicken, on who was going to kiss who first. You decided to initiate the kiss, and pressed your lips against his.

“Can we finish what we started in the elevator? I still want to taste you,” He breathed against your lips and you giggled slightly. 

“My room. Now Hood.” You instructed, and he picked you up off of the couch. You laughed against his shoulder and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you over to your bedroom. He let you fall gently onto the bed, and took his shirt off in one smooth motion. You ripped off your own shirt, and he let out a low whistle as he climbed onto the bed with you.

“You’re nearly making it worth the wait Princess,” He murmured, connecting your lips once again. You leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, nearly pulling him closer to you.

“I’ve thought about kissing you again nearly everyday since that fucking elevator.” You breathed against his lips, and he pulled back to make eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” He whispered, and you shook your head as you pulled him closer.

“That’s done now Calum. We’re moving forward now,” You said, and he nodded. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, and it was your turn to nod as you were extremely sure. 

“Fuck me,” You whispered to him and he chuckled as he snuck his fingers into the waistband of your pants.

“That’s the plan.”

He pulled them down, revealing no panties underneath and he looked up at you with a smile on his face. He pulled his own pants down, and you grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He put it on himself and you spread your legs for him, and he knelt between them.

He spit into his hand and wrapped it around his cock, pumping it a few times as your own hand went between your legs. You rubbed your clit, moaning slightly at the contact and he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed inside, and you threw your head back as he gave you time to adjust.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” You breathed out and he chuckled.

“Didn’t you see my nudes circulating?” He muttered, and you shook your head as he started testing you. He rocked his hips back and forth, and you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up.

“Wanted to respect your privacy,” You mumbled and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Yeah, you’re really doing that now.” He murmured, moving to kiss your forehead, “You feel so fucking good.”

“It’s been the lost time between us making it feel better,” You whispered, and he rolled his eyes as he paused his thrusts, “Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Alright, bossy aren’t you baby girl?” 

You smiled up at him as you wrapped your hand around his bicep, holding onto him for stability as he continued thrusting into you. Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t been fucked in a little bit, or the fact that he felt so good, but you were already close to cumming. You whimpered as you threw your head back, and he took it as an opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck again.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” He breathed against your neck, and you leaned back up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull you closer to him. It was the lack of touch from him recently, but you just wanted to be so close to him.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good Cal,” You moaned out, and he sucked in a breath, “Oh, I’m going to cum.”

“Good, cum for me Princess.” He muttered, and you wrapped your legs around the back of his waist as he continued thrusting into you. You let yourself become unraveled, cumming on his cock and you whimpered as he continued his thrusts.

“Fuck,” He moaned, his hips stilling as he came shortly after you, and you relished in the post orgasm euphoria as he cleaned himself up, then you, and laid in bed beside you.

“I’ve waited for years to do that,” He whispered, and you turned on your side to let him lay behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, tucking your body into his, “I won’t wait so long to do it again, I promise you that.”

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Could you do a Jason Toddx fem!!superhero!!x reader

Where they are in some sort of mission and they are in a abandoned lab and so the reader finds a weird chemical and doesn’t know what it is and it is sex pollen and you can go from there

Thanks

Took me a few days to get to. Wouldn't recommend working in a tourist destination during the school holidays. But, here we go.

Experimental.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, chocking, ass play, rough, binding, spitting, breaking desks, Vigilante Reader (Fulcrum), shitty after-care, multiple Os, masks stay on.

1,500 Wds.

Vigilante!ReaderxTheRedHood

"Why are we here again?"

"Is this not your idea of a fun night out?"

"Red…" you stare at him through your mask.

"Ivy gave the building to the city for their affordable housing project. So we're just making sure all the dangerous shit is gone before construction starts next week."

"It literally looks like a makeshift lab. Isn't all this stuff dangerous?"

"Probably," he says, making his way past you and into the main area where all the tech seems to be.

"What are we doing with it?"

"Just unplug everything. Knowing them, they'll donate all this." he waves at the various machines. "to the university. We just gotta make sure no one's going to hurt themselves on a rose thorn or anything."

"Seems like busy work. I thought we'd be fighting crime."

"Yeah? We can fight if you want? Keep ya on your toes and all that." The Red Hood says, taking off his helmet. Your not surprised that there's another mask under the helmet, though you do wonder how that could possibly be comfortable. He ignores your shock, placing the helmet on the desk.

"Nah, your heart isn't in it." 

You're just about done wrapping cords and covering the machines in plastic when you spot something under one of the desks, "this drugs? Wanna get high?" You ask, picking up the swirling pink vial.

"What?" The Red hood turns, his eyes going wide as he sees what's in your hand, "Fulcrum be careful that's-" he rushes towards you as the vial slips between your gloves and plunges onto the ground smashing into a million pieces. The pink dust drifts up, disappearing into the air.

"What was that?" You stare down at your feet, the Red Hood's hand just inches from where the glass shattered, "I didn't get any on you, did I?"

"Shit. Shit, knew I shouldn't have taken the helmet off," he panics, standing up and taking your face in his hand, "did you breathe any of it in?"

"I don't know?"

"Fulcrum. Listen," his fingers are so soft on your cheek, and he's so tall. Shit, what is that smell? It's like fireworks and fresh buttery popcorn. You want to eat the smell from his skin.

"Wow, you know I never noticed how sharp your cheekbones were before."

"Fuck. You breathed it didn't you?"

"Maybe, I feel kinda… hot? Like every pulse of my blood is tingling down to my.." You unzip your uniform to try and get some air in your lungs, your hands moving to fan your face.

"To where?" he grabs you hands. His eyes travel down your body, observing how tightly the jumpsuit fits you, hugging every single curve and pushing your tits up out the top. The delicate taste of new books and fresh coffee lingering in his nose as he notices how long your eyelashes are, how they caress your delicate mask. He wonders what your eyes look like under there, if they're as pretty as the rest of you.

"Everywhere," you smirk, bringing yourself onto your tip toes so you can put your hands up and around his neck, "I ah-" you stare into the whites of his domino mask, "I don't know why I'm," you push your body closer to his, feeling the hard armor that lay between you, "i- please tell me to stop."

"I won't," His fingers grip at your face pulling your lips to hiss and the fire inside him burning all the way down to his cock as he grinds it into your stomach. The animal inside grows with every second. His hands a mind all its own as he palm at your ass, before picking you up. Your hands finding their way between your bodies to rip at his belt. 

"Fuck, please," You pant, finally managing to slip the buckle open and palm at his thickness between you. 

"Get this off," He moans into your neck, "quickly," his lips trace a line down your shoulder. "Takin too long, Fulcrum. I need you now," he growls, unzips you with a yank, your arms still caught in the material and he frees your pussy, "you always go commando in your suit?" He asks licking his way down your torso and pushing you back into an empty desk.

"Yes, feels better." You yelp as he flips you onto your tummy, your arms pinned behind you in the jumpsuit. "Please fuck me," his cock already seeping into your pussy.

"Fuuucck," he growls as he plunges into you, a tiny piece of relief from the burning inferno comes from your pulsing cunt surrounding him. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts like a wild dog, too lost in trying to find relief as you moan for him. 

"More, I need more,"

"Fuck, not right now,"

"Red, please, please, Red, please," you buck back into him. You hear a sucking sound before his thick thumb is thrust into your ass.

"Better?" His voice wild and full of lust, "fuck I can feel myself inside you." He starts to shake, "feels so fuckin good."

"Yes, so good." You grind back into him, your holes full, "fuck I'm getting…" you feel the light building inside as you pulse around his thick cock. Your hands grasping behind you to try and find some kind of purchase as you writhe underneath him.

"Fuck.." your convulsing pussy has him in a vice as he tries to pulls out, instead his cum floods. You and he feels a tiny bit of relief as he pulls out. "Get your arms out," he demands, stepping back.

"Why isn't it going away?" You plead, wondering just how much more of this you can take. 

"Because I'm not done," he growls, fisting his still hard cock. "turn around."

You're only onto your side when he pushes you back into the desk and his cock is stretching you out again. The old desk rattles and shakes with how hard he's fucking you. Your hands grip onto the collar of his jacket so hard, you just need him, need him like you need the air in your lungs.

Wrapping your legs around him you bring him in, your hand pulling him down until your mouths are as messy as your pussy. Desperate pleasure is the only thing on your mind as you chase the high. 

"Open your mouth," he squeezes at your cheeks, "good," his spit hangs from his tongue as it drips into your mouth, "dirty girl, swallow it," you gulp down his saliva, the wetness relieving some of the dryness in your throat.

"Close again, so fucking close, baby." He bites into your breast.

"Me too, me too fuck Red, I-" you lose your mind, letting go underneath him until your legs start to cramp around him.

"You still feel it?" He asks, his voice a little more normal now. He can feel it dimming even if he's still hard, just one more he thinks. Fuck, he wants to fuck you all night. Your pretty little cunt takes him so well. Those pretty, insane moans your making for him, he wants his heads clogged full of them forever.

"Yes," you mostly lie, "like a fire in my tummy that won't go out," but you can feel the effects of whatever that was wearing off. But you want him to stretch you out on him indefinitely. 

"Make room for me," he climbs up onto the desk with you, the wood creaking underneath. "Give me those legs."

"Jesus," you moan as you lift your legs over his shoulders, his huge cock plunges in deeper than before. His hand strong wraps around your throat, "can't breathe." You mouth at him, a dazed fog starts to fill your head, while you stare into the whites of his mask and cling to his arms.

"I know baby," he pants as he starts to slowly fuck into you. "I'm breathtaking." The desk creaks underneath you, the wood starting to rattle as he pounds into you.

"Red,"

"Fuckin perfect," he ignores you, the desk shifts again before the legs give way and with a splat your both fucking into the ruins of this old ass piece of furniture.

His fingers find their way into your ass, pumping into the tight hole in rhythm with his cock, "so fucking full," you moan as his tongue slides into your mouth. 

"Red," you moan into his mouth feeling the last of the dust wearing off and you just enjoy the feeling, your hands grip into his hair keeping his face close as you grind up and press your clit into his pelvis. "So fuckin good."

"So fucking tight," he growls, speeding up and biting down on your lip

This time when you cum, relief fills your blood and you can feel your thoughts float to the surface as you both come down from the high and are left a heaping, sweaty mess on the shards of the desk.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his hands drifting over where he was gripping your neck, "you don't have splinters or anything?"

"Yeah, I think I'm ok. Are you?"

"Better than ok. But I think we need to find some water." He kisses your cheek before standing and righting his pants. "Found a tap that works," he beams, rinsing out a beaker before filling it with water and bringing it over to where you're trying to get your jumpsuit back on.

"No one can know about that," you say as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

"Agreed, Nightwing would never let me live it down."

"But Red?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I would like to do it again."

"Ivy's pollen?"

"No," you smack into his armor, hurting your hand more than him.

"I think we could arrange that."

#red hood x reader #reader x red hood #red hood fanfic #jason todd x reader #jason todd #reader x jason todd #jason todd fanfic #x reader #No Metas in Gotham #Vigilante!Reader #Req always open

[cherubkeery]

Boys a Liar

I just thought the song title was fun. It doesn’t really relate lol

Dating Steve Harrington was not a easy feat. He was a lot to deal with. Not that you minded that at all. You liked him for who he was. Liked him for the man he was becoming. He did get a bit clingy at times. But again it wasn’t something you minded. It was hard though, to get to him when he was down. But you managed.

Just the constant girl coming up to you and telling you how good he was in bed. How he’s been with every girl in Hawkins. It was starting to make you a bit insecure. Not that you would voice it out loud. You didn’t want him to know how easily it got to you. It was even worse that some girls have come up to talking about Nancy. How you could never replace her in his heart. You were a rebound, a joke. These girls knew exactly where to hit you where it hurt. So for a couple of days, you’ve been very MIA.

“Hey buttercup.” Eddie said, greeting you as he sat down next to you. You gave him a smile before handing him the popcorn you made for him and you. He was your best friend and knew everything there was to know about you. The only thing was you hadn’t told him about the whole Steve situation. You decided to keep it to yourself.

“This movie kind of sucks.” You remarked and he snickered.

“Well what should we watch? This is the only- wait why don’t we go to family video. Pick up a movie that way you can see your boyfriend and we can have something actually interesting to watch.” Your heart stopped when you heard Family Video.

Little to your knowledge, Steve had gone to Eddie about you. In Eddie’s words, the poor boy was going a little insane without you. You hadn’t returned any of his calls. Every time he went over, your sister would always tell him you weren’t home. He would try to sneak into your room. But your room was right next to your parents and they could see if anyone was getting in or out. Eddie had no idea what to tell him, you hadn’t mentioned any drift. Or reason why you weren’t talking to him.

So when he suggested to go get a new movie, he looked at you to gauge your reaction. You took a few minutes to come up with a response.

“Movies are boring anyway. Why don’t we uh- go to the uh-.” You said, cringing at yourself for not knowing what to say. “The record store! Why not there. We can listen to that album you’ve been trying to get me to listen to.”

Eddie rose an eyebrow at you, he paused the movie and turned to you.

“I know you’re not talking to Steve. He told me.”

You gaped at him, he got you there. You hadn’t anticipated Steve going to Eddie instead. You sighed and covered your face in your hands.

“It’s not his fault. It’s just that every girl he’s ever hooked up with. Keep coming up to me saying he’s going to leave you for Nancy. He’s a good fuck, etc etc.”

“See Harrington, she’s not mad at you.” You were shocked, had he been here the whole time? Did he hear everything that was said? You stared at Eddie comically.

“Traitor!” You said, tossing popcorn at him. Eddie laughed and shrugged them off of him. Steve eyes soften when he looked at you.

“Eh, you’ll forgive me eventually. Gotta go!” He said, getting up from where he sat and running out the room. Steve stood there, waiting for you to finally acknowledge him.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi.”

He sat down next to you, this was starting to get more uncomfortable by the moment. Not because you didn’t feel comfortable around him. Just the fact that he heard you. That you should have gone to him about this. Instead of distancing yourself. But here you guys were now.

“Look, I know my reputation was going to eventually catch up to me. But I promise you, I don’t love Nancy like that anymore. If anything, I kind of love her like a sister.” You watch as he played with his fingers. He looked at you from where he sat. “And those girls, those girls are not you.”

You stared down at your own hands, you didn’t hate getting vulnerable. But you did run from him when you should have told him what was bothering you. You met his eyes once more, there was so much love in them. You stared at the constellations scattered on his face. Your boy was beautiful and he loved you. You knew that.

“I love you so much. It hurts to breathe sometimes.” You reached over to cup his face.

“I love you too, Stevie. I’m sorry I ran.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it.” You leaned in close to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. He smiled. Then he placed a kiss on your lips. “Now I can have you in my arms again.” He tackled you to the ground and cuddled you close. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You loved him and he loved you. There was nothing more better for you to ask for.

“You’re still going to kill Eddie? Aren’t you.”

“Yep.”

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine

[nerdraging4point0]

November Moon

CW: 18+, oral sex male receiving, language, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, PIV, protected sex. Exhibitionism, partner sharing.

Authors note: @tearfallpixie and I had .... thoughts.....conversations. It wasn't what I had in mind but as I wrote it, something took on a mind of its own. She was kind enough to offer one of her OC characters to the story. I have been in a rut for a few weeks now, so this is the first thing that has actually reached the finished stages. Enjoy

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 Rick came out of the kitchen a large bowl in each hand filled to the brim with popcorn. He was nothing if not predictable. He set the bowls down on his new extra-large coffee table-a rustic French farmhouse type made of birch wood that looked weathered-it wasn’t his usual style, but he picked it up because one it fit the length he wanted and two he liked the way she looked at it. They hadn’t been together long before Rick had asked Anya to move in with him, he had never been so sure of something in his life.

Horror, the cute pup he had adopted just the year before jumped onto the couch, his tail thumping on the fabric tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. There was a full table of drinks and snacks that Rick and Anya picked up from the store earlier and a couple bags of burgers and fries with milkshakes included from Five Guys. If Rick knew his friend it would be to order Five Guys for dinner, especially when he was about to propose something that could be considered completely insane.

Just a few weeks ago he’d come home from a long tour, finally set to be home for a full eight months, ready for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Yeah right. Rick knew better than to have any kind of relaxation, after he’d properly welcomed himself home to Anya and their pup, he’d immediately started working on his film projects. She had been talking to him from the couch in his office, slumped over his laptop clicking away at videos as he edited them, giving her an occasional ‘uh huh’ ‘really’ or even a ‘hmm’ all things to make it seem like he heard her.

"You know what would be hot?"

"Hmm?" The guitarist hummed quietly, not lifting his eyes from his computer.

"If we had a foursome with Vinny and Dana."

"Wait what?!" Rick exclaimed, turning in his chair to face her. After a long period of silence, he’d waited for her to say more but when she didn’t, he had to process what she’d said. His brain took the suggestion, fumbled it around amongst the other thoughts currently occupying its space, until figuratively tossing everything from its desk inside his head to focus on the idea she proposed.  

"What? Vinny and Dana are hot as fuck. And don't think I don't know you and Vin have fooled around before. It's so obvious." Rick sputtered as he processed her words. Seeing her raise an eyebrow at him, realizing his darkest secret had been found out. He sat back further in his chair eyes darting to the ceiling as he thought the idea through.

“Oh my GOD!” She squealed pulling herself to the edge of her seat on the couch “I was only joking; I wanted your attention you perv!” They had put the idea aside for a while talking again about idle things this time with Rick’s attention on her. But he’d be lying if his mind was drifting back to the earlier topic.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing his best friend and girl get it on wasn't intriguing. Not only that, but he found Vins girl appealing. Anya and Dana were like night and day. Dana was shorter in stature, standing only at 5’2 long sandy brown hair, light skin tone, and eyes that he couldn’t determine were either green or blue. He imagined how her soft curves might feel under his hands, if she’d groan at his touch like Anya did or whine. Anastasia was 5’6 dark brown hair just past her shoulders, deep green eyes and a full sleeve of white roses on her right arm, the spaces between the leaves blacked out. She was athletically built, the muscles from her years of sports softened under her skin leaving her with a relaxed toned look.

Anya was his spitfire spastic girl, she could talk for hours if the subject intrigued her, and there were a lot of subjects like that. She was never not at a loss for words on any given subject, always wanting to learn and express herself. Outsiders might think they were arguing with how they spoke to each other during their debates, but it was all understood, they were communicating on a different level.

While on tour Vin and Rick had stayed up later than the rest of the band and crew, just talking about their girls back home. The girls had gotten close, so closely bonded they weren’t above holding hands and kissing each other on the lips occasionally. They had gotten so deep in conversation that night Vin started to talk about his sex life with Dana, while he never discussed much with anyone else in the band and crew, he and Rick had a mutual understanding to share everything with one another.

Rick had expected Dana to be shy and innocent, inexperienced, somehow the thought of having to break her and teach her a lesson made his sex throb with anticipation. But when he heard how dark she could be for Vin he was surprised. The way Vin described her she was mouthy, sassy even. Rick liked that. The idea that he could still break her gave him some satisfaction.

The couple walked through the door of Rick’s house, greeted eagerly by Horror, Dana seemed to take great interest in petting the pup’s belly while Vin made a quick bee line for the food on the table. Anya caught her friend in a hug, bringing her in by the waist to the couch. Dana had chosen a simple pair of leggings and hoodie to wear tonight. Although she matched in all black with her boyfriend, Rick couldn’t help but feel cheated, what could she possibly be hiding under there?

He'd never seen Dana wear anything outside of leggings, sweatpants, hoodies, and the occasional pair of jeans. Anya said it was something about being self-conscious around a lot of people. What could she have to be self-conscious about? He’d seen some of the photos on Vin’s phone. Not on purpose, anything that had to do with Dana and Vin was all found out by accident. He either happened to be looking that way just at the right time or Vin was scrolling through his phone passing by a saved photo of her pausing only for a minute before continuing through his gallery. Rick just always acted like he didn’t see it.

Vin didn’t know it but a few nights after that conversation Rick had gotten up in the middle of the night making his way to the bathroom for a late-night piss, on his way back to his bunk he could hear the private conversation between Vin and Dana. Vin seemed to think everyone was asleep and opted for no headphones, in whatever way, to the universe or deity of some kind he thanked him for the absentminded mistake.

She was moaning on the other end, giving a sexy giggle, maybe in response to Vin’s reaction.

“Sugar, come on don’t tease me.” He whined, his voice climbing higher than a whisper.

“What are you gonna do? Make me?”

Rick had to suppress the growl in his throat. Oh, he’d make her alright. Miles away or not, he’d have her follow his every direction without hesitation.

They watched a movie together, eating and making small talk. But it seemed that no matter how much he tried to bring up the subject he just couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. I guess it was a good thing his girlfriend was better at breaking the ice than he was. He wasn’t sure what she’d said, or how she had said it, but when Rick looked over in the dark living room toward the girls, they were practically in each other’s laps hands wrapping around each other, lips locked. He tapped his friend’s thigh unable to tear away from the scene in front of him, the sudden thud of Vin’s phone on the floor was confirmation he was seeing the same thing.

It wasn’t much to convince them to take everything back to Rick’s room. He’d lead them down the hall and into the master bedroom tearing Anya’s top and bra from her body the minute she was inside their door. He held Anya against his chest, her breasts in each of his hands, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples while he kissed the exposed skin of her neck, cheek and shoulder. He heard a sound that made his eyes fly open and search for the source.

Across the room Vin had his girl in his arms teeth sinking into the flesh at her neck, Dana’s mouth dropped open and her nails digging into Vin’s shoulder, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Rick drank in the sight looking her over, her pale skin was completely exposed her hoodie, shirt, and bra had been discarded and he could see her breasts pressed into Vin’s chest.

God damn she was beautiful.

“Fuck, Vin. That’s what you’ve been hiding from us?” It had been a comment Rick wanted to utter more times than one after seeing photos of her but knew better than to do it. Now he had no reason not to.

Dana’s cheeks went pink when her eyes opened landing on Rick’s from across the room. So sweet. She was still so shy. Rick wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her come first. The way Vin was playing with her, it was driving Rick insane. Like a kid on the playground who wanted his turn with the new toy, he seemed to be losing his patience.

“Think Vin would let me suck his cock?” Anya’s breathy voice was at Rick’s ear, her soft moans between words making his cock twitch.

“I don’t know,” he drawled “Why don’t you go over there and find out.”

Anya crossed the floor quickly, pulling herself between Vin and Dana, giving Dana a soft kiss on the lips before turning to face Vin. Her eyes focused on him as she dropped to her knees fingers already working the button of his cargo pants.

Dana stepped back, giving her friend room, her arms crossing over her chest as she pulled her thumb nail between her teeth. She was distracted, not paying any attention to Rick as he crossed the room coming up slowly behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist letting his chin rest on her shoulder as he pulled her into him his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. She tightened in his grip going stiff.

“Shhh.” He whispered letting his lips trail soft kisses from her shoulder to the bend of her neck. “Since he’s a little occupied. Let me take care of you.”

He spun her in his arms making her face him he squatted down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Rick climbed onto the bed, letting her back fall softly into the black duvet. He kept his eyes on hers, taking in the beautiful glassy green color as he watched her pupils dilate and shrink with every move of his hands over her body.

“Would you let me eat you? I’m sure Vin does it a lot.” Ricks fingers were already teasing the hem of her leggings, waiting for the approval before tearing them down her thighs. He watched as she covered her body with her arms, hands making a tent over her mouth and nose while her cheeks turned that adorable pink color.

“Why do you think I call her sugar?” Vin teased moaning when Anya giggled, his cock still down her throat.

“You have to say yes.” Rick gave her an encouraging look, or maybe he was pleading, he wasn’t really sure what expression his face was making at this point. Whatever he’d done made her nod her head slowly, he understood the hesitation and although he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself between her thighs, he felt he should treat her a little more delicately. Pulling the clothes from her body he looked back up to see she had completely covered her face. He crawled up her body taking her wrists in his hands as he pulled her away to look in her eyes.

“No need to hide. I’ve seen it all already and trust me, you are beautiful.” Her face went completely red but as Rick made his way down her torso, she didn’t bring her hands up to hide again. Opening her thighs she parted them easily for him, letting him find his way between them as he licked a stripe between her folds the intoxicating taste of her burst through his mouth, he groaned wanting more but having to hold himself back from devouring her. “I see why he calls you sugar, you do taste sweet.”

Fingers pressing her open he lapped at her clit listening to the pleased sounds she made as he found the spot, she liked the most. Her hips rocked into his face, and he grabbed her thighs in order to brace himself for the moment she came on his tongue. She moaned, the dirty words falling out of her mouth all that Ricks’ ears hoped they would be.

Shuffling, the tear of a foil packet, a sudden keen from Anya and the sound of skin on skin meant Vin had taken it upon himself to move his moment along. They hadn’t discussed how it would all make them feel, but then again, Vin didn’t have much emotion when he was horny. Rick liked to think things through even now, he could feel the pang in his chest that someone else had his girl, but the knowledge that she was always his softened the blow.

Dana’s hands tangled into Ricks hair desperate to pull him off her as her body started to shake and seize from her orgasm. He continued to hold her clit between his lips, letting his tongue flick along the edge as she spasmed against his face. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her, she was flat against the bed panting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. Some of the muscles in her thighs and arms were shaking from what he’d just done to her. The pride in swelling in his chest.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Vin.” He looked to his friend who had Anya bent over the side of the bed taking her from behind. Vin’s green eyes looked up from under his lashes, the red streaks falling over his face. “Toss me one.”

The drummer groaned as he pulled out of Anya, she whined at the loss of him, Vin spinning around to slap her ass before digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He tossed the purple foil to Rick, catching it mid air he ripped it open sliding it down his length before bracing himself at her entrance. He wanted to go easy, maybe take his time, but if Vin finished soon, it would just be awkward for the whole room.

He bottomed out watching as she folded herself up arm latching around Ricks neck. He moved his hips immediately filling her up quickly and starting a pace that was sure to give her another orgasm. She moaned, keened and whined in his ear. The sounds making his brain fill with fog. She fits him so easily, her walls parting for him only to tighten around as he withdraws. She is just as soft as he imagined she’d be, fingers tracing the scars of her stretched skin, stripes that were no doubt earned and should be appreciated.

Under his touch she trembles, but then relaxes as he strokes her back, he can feel her shake every time he thrusts deep inside her. She is close and he knows it. The familiar shrieks from Anya tell Rick she’s enjoying herself. He was sure he’d have time to take Anya too, his ego telling him he had the stamina for it all. But as reality sank in it was evident, he wouldn’t. He felt in his lower belly that he was close, she was clenching harder around him, feeling her walls coat him with her slick his own body trembling.

“Fuck Rick.” She moaned in his ear as her arms clutched to him tight the orgasm breaking her. He couldn’t hold out anymore. Getting a hard grip on her body he thrust into her several more times before he moaned her name as he came.

The chorus of the four of them breathing heavily, smacking their lips from their mouths running dry was all the room could hear. The heady smell of musk and body fluid assaulting their sense of smell. Vin withdrew from Anya pulling the condom off quick and discarding it. Anya didn’t seem to notice him either walking around the bed to her drawers looking for underwear and something to wear.

Rick pulled out of Dana quickly making his way off the bed and tossing the condom away. He pushed the windows open behind his bed letting the cool night air waft the smell from the room. Anya’s warm hands wrapped around his waist, holding one of his t shirts and clean boxers in them. He took the clothes from her grip, bringing one of her hands to his lips before placing a chaste kiss on the back.

He slipped the clothes on seeing Vin help Dana into his sweatshirt, he was still naked, but after making sure his girl was dressed, they cuddled under the blankets.

“I told them they can sleep here tonight.” Anya stood up on her tiptoes to give Rick a kiss on his cheek.

“And where will we sleep?”

“In the bed silly. Where else?” she giggled crawling into the bed and settling next to her friend. Rick was too physically tired to care who slept in what bed. While the idea of a foursome wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined, it wasn’t a waste of time either. Now that the ice had been broken maybe there was just a little room to have more.

She woke to the faint sound of moaning.

The chill in the room made her shiver under the sweatshirt Vin had given her last night, she rolled into him seeking the warmth of his body. The window he’d opened was left that way all night, the late November air making the room go chill. Settling into Vin’s chest he was fast asleep, his arms not even moving to hold her, shivering as she pulled the blankets up over her nose. She tried hard to go back to sleep, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would force them to stay closed and bring sleep on faster.

Another soft moan carried through the room, and she realized that it wasn’t the sounds of her dreams from last night anymore. Turning slowly in the bed she saw Rick and Anya over her shoulder. Rick had Anya’s back pressed firmly into his chest, his hips rocking into her from behind, one ink clad hand wrapped around her waist disappearing between her thighs his fingers moving in and out of her sex with slow strokes. Anya had her head tipped back, hands wrapped around Rick’s head as he kissed into the bend of her neck, eyes were held shut pulling her lip between her teeth to suppress more of her moans. Rick’s grey eyes met hers from across the bed, they held the stare for only a few seconds before he gave her a wink and a seductive smirk. Pressing his lips once again to the neck of his girl. She turned back into Vin, not shy about what she saw, but disappointed that her boyfriend wasn’t awake to join in the fun.

She snuggled into Vin’s chest more drinking in the smell of his cologne, the fragrance still potent even though he’d applied it yesterday morning. She was close enough to hear his heart beating in his chest, the steady rhythm drowning out the sound of the couple next to her. Vin shifted in the bed allowing her to sink deeper into his bare chest.

“You to huh?” his gravely morning voice made heat pool into the space between her thighs. She was very pleased with herself that all she was wearing was his sweatshirt and panties from the night before. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she nodded her head. “Turn around then.”

She rolled to her other side making sure her ass rolled over him in a suggestive way. He groaned when she rolled over his cock, realizing quickly that he hadn’t dressed himself after their games last night. He kept his eyes closed, hand taking her hip and pulling her close to him. She glanced over at Rick and Anya, he seemed to have lost patience with only his fingers. Anya was pressed firmly on her belly into the bed one of Ricks’ hands tangled in her hair holding her head up off the mattress, his other had both her wrists clasped firmly into her lower back. Rocking his hips into her from behind, his black hair was already falling in his face lips parted breathing getting heavy. The sight turned her on to watch and when Vin started to rock his hips into her from behind slowly grinding himself against her ass, she let out a whimper Anya’s eyes only opening a little to look her friends way before giving her a satisfied smile.

Suddenly the chill from earlier was gone, the room filling up with a sudden heat she couldn’t explain. She pushed the blankets down and off her with her feet trying to cool her already sweaty skin. Vin’s fingernails were digging into the flesh of her thigh as he pulled her closer to him, continuing to grind against her. She was soaking through her panties as Vin would move her the friction of the material clothing her sex gave just enough friction to stimulate, but not enough that she’d be able to come. She wanted more. He was hard the feel of him pressing into her cheeks erotic the length not giving from the pressure of her on him.

He suddenly stopped fingers frantically trying to find the edge of her panties to bring them down her legs. She rolled onto her back grabbing the sides and pulling them down to toss the wet garment somewhere. Vin rolled onto his back motioning for her to come to him, she straddled his lap her knee barely coming to rest next to his hip before he pulled her down into a needy kiss. Her mouth distracted he lined up, pushing himself between her folds before bottoming out with no hesitation. She squealed into the kiss letting his tongue push past the barrier and into her mouth. He already had a grip on the sides of her hips rocking her over his length pulling her up before bringing her back down. They had barely started, and she was already about to burst.

Pulling herself out of his mouth she sat up grasping his thigh and bracing herself on the soft of his abdomen before she rocked herself back and forth, letting him fill her completely. While she rolled her head back she let her eyes wander over to their friends. Anya had her lip in her mouth teeth bearing down into the skin it was turning white, her forehead was sticky with sweat and her eyes were shut tight. Rick’s grey orbs looking directly at Dana. He had a feral look in his eye and it only made the coil in her belly tighten, watching him fuck Anya with sharp snaps of his hips was a show. She looked down at Vin who beneath her was arching his back Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed before letting his mouth fall open again with his heavy breathing. She was so close, her rhythm stalling, feeling like she couldn’t continue. He sat up with her, head placed into her chest, he let his hands roam up the sweatshirt she was wearing fingers running along her spine and over her skin.

“Gonna come for me, sugar?” She wrapped her arms around his neck letting her fingers lace through his messy curls. Her hips moved faster as he spoke, driving herself to a quick release, beyond speech she only nodded her head. She looked over to Rick whose own hips started to falter, his eyes still on her, she threw her head back watching as he stilled in his movements spilling into Anya with a loud groan. It put Dana over the edge, clenching hard around Vin’s cock she squeezed his hair as her body shook with her orgasm. He wasn’t far behind her, taking her hips in his hands and slamming her down on him one more time before she could feel the warmth of his release inside her.

They fell back on the bed, her ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart thudding loudly. As they caught their breath, she heard the couple next to them whispering softly to one another, followed by a comfortable silence. The serenity of the moment lost when Vin cried out to the room,

"I'm hungry."

#miw band #miw #ricky olson #motionless in white fanfiction #ricky horror smut #ricky miw #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro smut #ricky olson fic #ricky olson smut #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fic #vinny mauro miw #vinny mauro

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Go to bed

Jack Russell x Reader

Fluff just pure fluff. Doing a couple short fics atm to get back into it. Still only sleeping few hours every couple of days rn

Summary: Jack cuts movie night off short when you cannot seem to stay awake.

Does anyone know if Ted can eat?

Working with Ted and Jack was exhausting. Constantly on the move, sleeping rough in tents and run down motels. That was if you were lucky. Between constant fights, hunting and running there was very little time to rest.

Until now.

There'd been a break in cases. No new trails to follow or friends to rescue. Just a couple weeks in a cabin in the woods with your two closest friends and a bunch of DVDs to watch.

"Please!" You called. Jack groans a response from the kitchen while you lounged on the sofa. Streams of days last light lit dust like fireflies through the cozy space. The sweet smell of the popcorn drifted through with Jack as he stomped his feet slightly.

"Really? Wolfman?" He cringed as he joined you.

"You said I could pick first!" You joked as you reached for the popcorn. Jack swiftly held it up over his head with a chuckle. Not deterred you continued to swipe for it half climbing over Jack to claim a handful.

Before you fingers could even graze it Ted had the bowl snatched as he stalked across the carpet. He grumbled something shifting his shoulders in what you could tell was laughter. Jack immediately stiffened under you before you shifted your weight from where it'd been pressed against him.

"Well...uh...it's fine...." Jack stammered, clearing his throat before jumping up to grab the remote. You nestled further to the middle of the sofa, making room for your largest companion. Ted rumbled an appreciative sound before moving into the space you'd created.

As the film droned on you couldn't help the heaviness in your eyelids nor the way your head slumped against your palm. You really were exhausted in that bone deep way. Still you fought it off best you could. This was the first real break you'd shared with Ted and Jack and you didn't want to fall asleep on them.

Fate had other plans as Jack soon realized. He'd hardly been paying the movie much attention. Instead he was lost in symphonies of sensations. Your thigh pressed to his, the heat radiating across his skin where your bodies made contact. Then the slight slowing of your breath as you relaxed further, a shoulder coming to rest against his own.

He didn't dare take his eyes from the screen. He'd had enough of Ted mocking his flustered state around you. He just took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. Big mistake.

He was overcome with your scents. The shampoo you used that always made him drift in closer; the sugary sweet where popcorn graced your lips, even scent from your skin. The natural scent of you that had slowly become so mixed in with his own that it made his head spin.

Jack almost yelped when your head flopped down onto his shoulder. Barely managing to not flinch hard enough to knock you off. You just grumbled before nuzzling your face closer into his neck. Jack stiffened under the sudden affection turning to look at Ted.

Ted for his part was trying hard not to wake you either but his obvious amusement at the situation was clear. Wide red eyes bemusedly staring back at the rising panic in his friends face.

"mierda, Ted!" Jack whispered fighting down a whimper as he felt your breath fan across his throat.

Ted rose slowly from the sofa, the shift in weight causing you to tip closer against Jack. Ted huffed a laugh moving quietly to your abandoned phone.

"Don't you dare hermano." Jack hissed. Ted bared him no mind snapping a couple of shots before setting the phone back on the table. He scooped up the popcorn and bid his floundering friend goodbye and heading outside.

Jack cursed again before relaxing into the warmth. Without judgemental eyes watching he started to enjoy your closeness. Still it didn't sit right with him the way you were bent against him.

As softly as he could manage he slipped an arm under your knees and brought you into his lap. You grumbled again slightly and he stilled until you settled against his chest. He hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart beat against your cheek.

Jack rose with you caged securely against him, taking smooth steps he carried you through to the bedroom. Looking down at your resting face he felt his heart swell. You looked so peaceful despite the dark rings under your eyes. God why hadn't you told him how tired you were? Movie night could've wait.

Gently he rested a knee against the bed, leaning down to lay you against the mattress. Your fist bawled up against his shirt, gripping the material as your face crumpled. Jack's heart leapt back up into his throat. In this your most vulnerable state you sought him for comfort? The thought was almost too much for him and he could feel tears pricking in his eyes.

Softly he took that hand in his, rubbing a thumb over your bruised knuckles. Your hand gripped his lightly and he rose it to his lips, brushing a kiss against the marked skin. You hummed slightly in your sleep, face relaxing again before your fingers grew limp in his grip. Jack smiled bringing your hand back down to rest on your stomach.

He rose slowly, pulling the covers over you and heading to the door. At the threshold he took another glance back at your sleeping form.

"dormir bien, mi amor"

#werewolf by night #jack russel x reader #jack russell x reader #my fics #marvel imagine

[wildbornsiren]

Sugar | Rhett Abbott x F!Reader

Sugar

Synopsis: A moment of quiet, and daisies

Drabble: 924 words. AFAB/ female reader.  Companion to  Sweet

Warning: Absolutely none. This is pure fluff. 

Notes:  Comments and reblogs are so appreciated. Likes are loved. Thank you so very much for reading. It means the most.  

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Big, brilliantly clear blue sky stretched out above you for miles. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze kept the air from being too warm. The house, however, was entirely too warm, so you had taken refuge outside. You scrounged up a sheet from one of the large closets and filled a small cooler with water and snacks; and taken up a spot under a large tree. Your back rests against the warm trunk, an open bag of white cheddar popcorn open next to you, a book open on your lap. It’s quiet and peaceful, the stress of dealing with your father’s estate evaporating momentarily. You close your eyes listening to the bird calls and soft buzzing of the insects further off in the field. More and more your mind had drifted to staying in this small town that you’d started to think of as home. The low rumble of an engine made you open your eyes. Rhett’s truck went by, stopped and reversed. He gets out of the truck, climbing over the fence he had repaired a few weeks ago.

“Break time?” You ask. Rhett had been coming by for a few hours every day working on repairing the fence that had gone down and patching other places that had fallen into disrepair. The two of you had fallen into a little routine. He’d work, you’d organize, you’d sometimes share a meal, and often you’d end up tangled up in each other. He nods, sitting next to you on the blanket. “What’re you reading?” “I found this collection of poetry stashed in the office.” You hold up the leather-bound book. “I think it was my grandmother’s. It’s all her writing.” He places his hat on his knee, hands running through his hair. “Wouldn’t mind hearing a couple.” He glances at you, and you’re struck once more by that small half smile. “Not one for readin’ it myself, but don’t mind listening to it.” You glance down at the book in your lap, flipping back to one of the pages you had dog eared. You find yourself sitting up properly, clearing your throat. You can feel the weight of his gaze as you start to read, falling into the pattern of the prose easily. The first finished, you flip to another one and start anew. He shifts next to you, stretching out on his back, his head resting in your lap. You adjust the book allowing him to settle against you. His eyes are closed, lashes casting long shadows on his face. There’s a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheekbones., Pale pink scar tissue on his nose, and a fading bruise on his collar bone. Your fingers comb through his hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp. When you glance down, his breathing is slow and even, lips parted slightly as he sleeps. Holding your breath, you lean down and kiss his forehead. A quiet sound comes from him. He rolls onto his stomach, upper body resting against your lower legs, cheek pressed to your thigh. “Don’t stop,” his voice is low and rough and so sleepy, “I like listening to you.” You read until he’s well and truly asleep, his breathing gentle against your thigh. He’s heavy and warm, and there’s nothing on heaven or earth that would get you to move him. You hadn’t ever thought you’d get to see Rhett like this, completely relaxed and at ease; and the fact that he trusted you that much made your heart skip a little. You set the book aside, still toying with his hair. There’s a small patch of white in the grass next to the edge of the blanket. 

You can reach the daisies without disturbing him, plucking the flowers and twisting the stems into a chain, and then a circle. Gently placing the flower crown on his head, you pick up the book, returning to the romantic prose. You’re not sure how long he’s asleep, but eventually he sits up. “What’s this?” His lifts the flower crown from his hair. He holds it gently, a genuine, soft smile across his face. “Decided that I needed prettying up, darlin?” “I don’t know, you’re awfully pretty without it. I wanted to make you feel special.” He places the daisy chain carefully on his hat, tucking it around the worn leather. “Sittin’ here with you like this is pretty special.” You duck your gaze, looking down at the book. He lifts your chin, a soft kiss landing on your mouth. “Rhett…” He kisses you again, his hand cupping your jaw. “I should get back to it.” He reaches past you plucking a daisy from the grass. He tucks it behind your ear, another soft kiss landing on your cheek. You get to your feet when he does, a gasp slipping past your lips when he pulls you to him. Rhett’s arms wrap around you, holding you tightly to him. His hand smooths up and down your back, before he’s pulling away, his hand catching yours. “Are you coming up for dinner later?” “Yes ma’am.” He kisses the back of your hand. “Lookin’ forward to it.” He lets go, and you instantly miss his touch. “Want me to take you up to the house?” You shake your head, knowing that if you get into that close of quarters with him, nothing will get done. “I’ll be alright.” He pulls you in once more, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll see you in a little bit, darlin’.”

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range #outer range fanfic #reader insert #shelly write #oh god it's so fluffy

[softquietsteadylove]

Hiii, how are you?

I had this little idea in my mind, that i wanted to share with you.

Thenamesh 10 things i hate about you AU.

Dane the new guy at school, wants to go out with his beautiful classmate Sersi, but there's a little problem with that. Sersi can't go out unless her cold and scary older sister Thena does. So Dane does the most sensible thing, and hiers Gilgamesh a mysterious boy with a bad reputation, to date Thena.

- Btw thank you sooo much for your works, they are so cute and perfect, and always make my days better. 🩷🤍

"Hi Dane!"

"Sersi!"

The two bounded over to each other like puppies, or fawns with a little kick in their step. Thena did smile faintly as she watched her sister excitedly greet this equally sweet, equally nerdy boy she had found to her tastes.

It was the only reason Thena had agreed to this charade of a 'date'.

It was the only reason her 'date' had agreed as well, as far as she could gather. Dane had heard that she and Sersi could not go anywhere unless it was together, their father taking advantage of Thena's naturally repellent presence to keep people away from his more sociable daughter.

Gilgamesh was - according to reputation and rumour - a juvenile delinquent allowed to attend school for a last attempt at graduating before he joined a mob or gang for the rest of his life. He was quiet, certainly looked tall and big enough for it to be believable that he had been in some trouble with authority. He wore only dark t-shirts and jeans with unintentional tears in the knees and heavy boots. And he smoked.

"Ready for this, or what?"

Thena let some bemusement show on her face as Sersi and Dane galloped up to the snack counter, arm in arm. She drifted vaguely in Gilgamesh's direction. "You seem even more displeased by this arrangement than I could have anticipated."

He gave her an equally shrewish look, both of them in a standoff in the theatre lobby. He made the grand effort of pulling his hands out of his pockets and relaxing his posture. He really was big. "Is that how I seem?"

Thena crossed her arms at him, "you need not pretend for my sake, Gilgamesh. What did you get paid?"

He blinked.

"No one does anything with me willingly," Thena said lightly, looking towards her options for food while Dane counted out his pennies to pay for a combo to share with Sersi.

He slid a little closer to her, both of them hovering just outside the bounds of being in line. "Is that what this school is like? Guys bidding for the privilege to go out with your ladyship?"

"They have attempted it before."

"Well, that's disgusting."

Thena blinked at him, this time.

He looked over at her with his arms crossed, "you don't seem like the type who would tolerate that. For you or your sister."

"I don't," she scowled, happy to resume her previous frostiness. "But it is not that original a tactic, is all I'm saying."

"You mean this?" he pulled a few bills out of his pocket, crisp and brand new.

Thena shrank somewhat.

"Dane told me he was trying to ask out Sersi but she wasn't allowed to go anywhere without you. I told him I don't exactly have the spare cash to be taking out anyone," he raised a cool brow at her with that stupid smirk on his face, "her ladyship or otherwise."

Thena's shoulders rose, "so Dane paid you off."

"He lent me the cash to actually buy the tickets and some popcorn, Princess, so put your axe and noose away."

"Prin-"

"So, you wanna see a movie or what?" Gilgamesh stepped in even closer, leaning his head down when the thickness of his arms stopped him from encroaching more.

She eyed him. "Do you?"

He chuckled, "y'know, I really am strapped for cash. I could have just taken this and fucked right off."

Thena continued to regard the cash in his hand with disgust. She must have been feeling generous when she looked at him again, "why didn't you?"

His eyes were very brown, but warm, in a way. "Maybe I wanted the chance to figure out why everyone calls you the shrew."

"Ah," Thena scoffed, finally moving into the snack line for herself, "so you have heard."

"You seem to have heard about me."

"Everyone has heard about you," she both argued and defended, lest he think she had asked about him at any point.

"And what you think?"

It came out soft, hard to hear over the popcorn and the pretzels and the teenagers screaming at each other behind the counter. She looked over at him, but his face didn't match the almost vulnerable tone of the question.

She straightened her posture again and held her chin high, "you are not as frightening as you think you are."

His eyes slid over to her again, a grin on his face, "you're not as mean as you think you are either."

The two stared at each other, digging as deep as they could without exposing too much of themselves, either.

"Uhm, would you like-"

Gilgamesh slapped the cash on the counter and glared at the kid, "whatever the lady wants."

Thena rolled her eyes, but it couldn't be said that she wasn't laughing just a little. She sighed, looking at the LED screen menus again. "Pretzel bites and a medium iced tea, please."

"Iced tea?"

She glared at his loud and amused scoff. "What of it?"

"Even your drinks are uptight," he snickered at her, although he wasn't arguing against the choice as the employee filled up the soda fountain cup in front of them.

Her eyes narrowed, "I like iced tea."

Gilgamesh held up his hands and leaned off the counter, "I did say whatever the lady wants--the old lady, apparently."

Thena met his sardonic chuckling with her own, "if I am an old bitty then perhaps I should not be dating such a young specimen, then."

"Oh, so we are dating!"

She whipped around, ready to glower and snipe and insult him into leaving. But he reached over her shoulder to accept the drink from the kid and take a sip for himself--the first sip! "Hey!"

Gilgamesh made a display of licking and smacking his lips before slipping the cup into her hand from above and behind her, "I guess it's not vile."

Thena huffed, holding the cup protectively, soiled straw and all. "This better not taste of smoke now."

"Relax, I haven't had any today," he assuaged her, also reaching around her - rude - again for the paper cup of pretzel nuggets. He offered her one, "heard you're pretty repelled by the stuff."

"Oh." Thena accepted a pretzel bite (although, really, weren't they hers?). She turned, still somewhat pinned between him and the front counter, "well...yes."

"I do brush my teeth too, y'know," he gave her another devilish look and leaned closer again, "care to test?"

"Hm," she mused, eyeing him again. She let him drift closer until she could jam a pretzel bite between them, "no."

Gil caught the pretzel bite in his hand as she slipped away from him, rejoining her sister as Dane claimed his and Sersi's seats. The sisters traded a few, quiet words, glancing in both directions as they did. Sersi was visibly charmed by Dane.

Thena glanced briefly in Gil's direction, but that was definitely a smile on her face, "perhaps."

He took that as a good thing, walking over with the pretzel bites to her iced tea. "Well?"

Thena merely held her hand out for him to approach the counter himself.

He smirked again, dragging her with him by the wrist and then throwing his arm around her much smaller shoulder when he got up front. "Two for the same movie as them."

The young man eyed them, nothing short of confused at the display Gilgamesh was putting on. He scanned the tickets, "enjoy the movie."

Gil angled Thena to look at her again. She glared at him for man-handling her. He grinned, "I think I will."

#Thenamesh AU #thank you so much for the ask dearest! #I did change some of the details for the story #I hope that's okay #I really did enjoy writing it! #first of all let's face it #Ikaris would definitely the pigheaded senior who wants to hook up with Sersi #and he and Thena hate each other for a multitude of reasons #but plots like this are so cruel #and frankly my boi Gilgamesh will not be buying women like chattle #this is why a story like this doesn't work for a remake #but we're here to make it work! #poor Gil has this reputation for being this terrifying specimen #when he is IN FACT a cinnamon roll #Dane offers to pay for the date and Gil says isn't that a little misogynistic? #does he want them both to get killed by the Shrew herself? #but he's intrigued by her #he's seen her around he knows she's not a people person #but god is she pretty #beautiful even #and maybe he thinks it's funny to lock horns with her a little #because it's the only thing that seems to make her laugh #Thenamesh 10 Things AU

[issybettyx]

I was listening to ‘the Red means I love you’ again yesterday, and my brain started creating a bedrock bros au, so i’m going to explain it because i can

It is a bit long, so 🫶 (it’s basically a short fic)

This was so fun to write, enjoy :D

Link:

— // murder, death, blood

Technoblade was known as the Blood God. But Techno wasn’t a god, he was human; the chorusing voices in his head told him he held a strong power, told him he could kill and make people bleed. They told him he was wasting potential, so he stopped wasting it.

His name was given by the public, scared and shaking as they reported on the murder of a 17 year old student; she’d been attending a school dance and was murdered in cold blood, no traces left behind but a smear of blood purposely placed across her cheek.

What the public didn’t see was Technoblade, easily gaining entry under a name from an attendee who’d been sick and couldn’t show up, a red sparkling masquerade mask covering his face but showing his crimson eyes, scanning the room before meeting the gaze of a girl. The dress she wore was long, the red colour matching the mask Techno wore, her blonde hair tied back into a bun as she wore a content smile, greeting everyone as she walked by.

They also didn’t see as Techno sent a knife through her stomach, and left out the backdoor.

“Great work tonight Ares, didn’t expect much from a newby.” Schlatt drawled that night, throwing $1000 across the table that Techno immediately took, placing it in his satchel as he threw his masquerade mask back to the man. Schlatt was a power hungry man, but he was also absolutely loaded, so he paid people to do his bidding, to kill people that he’d been requested to. “Do I have the pleasure of learning your name?”

“Confidentiality is important to me, Schlatt,” Techno had returned, hands held in front of him as the voices yelled to shoot him with the gun sat in it’s holster on his belt. Ignoring them, he continued, “My name is important to me, and not something I give away without knowing the person well enough.”

“I thought we were becoming friends.” Schlatt replied with a frown, but Techno grimaced; in actuality, he hated the man, but money was money, and if anyone had money it was Schlatt.

“I have no friends, they’re weaknesses.” He returned, giving Schlatt a short nod before going to make his way out of the room, “Have a nice evening.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Ares.”

When he’d gotten home that night, Schlatt had already sent him the profile of the next person he was being paid to kill.

Death wasn’t something he enjoyed, by all means Technoblade wasn’t a sadist, and when he’d gotten the message of his next victim something sour rose in his throat, but he sucked it up.

And soon, the death tally ticked up.

Soon, every time he got a message from Schlatt, the taste in his mouth wasn’t sour, nor was it sweet. It just… got dull. The man gained a sort of apathy towards it, and killing got easier by the day.

“The Blood God has struck again,” the news blared into Techno’s house as he threw another popcorn into his mouth, eyes starting to drift shut in boredom, “His 17th known victim was found dead at 6:15pm this evening, blood smeared across his cheek.” The reporter explained, glancing down at the paper on the desk as they held down the quiver in their voice. “No suspects have been recorded, but police investigations have been confirmed to be continuing. Back to you Rosa.”

Techno flicked off the TV, attempting to slip off to sleep, but a buzz from his phone made him lift it to his face, reading the message from Schlatt with a quiet sigh that was lost to his quiet home.

Schlatt: *Link to profile* this one came in from an anonymous donor, I should hope you can pull through Ares, they’re paying 100 grand for his head

Mindlessly, he clicked on the profile, eating another handful of popcorn as he read it over.

Name: Thomas Watson (Tommy)

Age: 17

Birthday: April 9th 2004

Appearance: Blue eyes, Blonde hair, 6’1, Caucasian

Pronouns: He/Him

Family: Older brother Wilbur Watson, Father Phil Watson

Close friends: Tubbo (Last name unknown), Ranboo (Last name unknown) (has memory problems)

Education: Snowchester Academy

Home: 17 Porting Avenue

Commonly appears: Library

Trust issues: Decides who he trusts based on “vibes”

Best course of action: N/A

This boy sounded strangely familiar. Techno had never heard his name before, never heard of his family or his home. But the things listed reminded him of someone.

A voice in his head said it reminded him of himself. The man pushed it away immediately, and drifted off to sleep.

—

Techno was never one to murder without a mask. He wasn’t insane.

But Tommy was a special case.

The thing with Tommy was, he wasn’t stupid. He got straight A’s in school, and when he took an online test of social awareness relating to strangers’ behaviours, he got 100% of it correct.

The only way Techno could even get remotely close to killing this kid was to gain his trust, lure him away, and stab him dead in an alleyway.

Techno could always shoot him, his gun had good range, but something about that didn’t sit right with him. Something told him it wasn’t the best idea, that he’d get caught too easily, and then Schlatt would be upset he lost them a life changing amount of money.

The man decided to meet him in library, his newly dyed pink hair out of his face in a bun, reading glasses perched on his nose as he subtly scanned the room, checking for cameras, counting witnesses, before finally finding Tommy. He was sat with a book in hand, a small smile on his face as his eyes scanned the page. After only a second of looking at him, the boy glanced up at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Can I help you?” He asked, blue eyes glinting perfectly in the artificial light. Something foreign grew in Techno’s chest, and he pushed it down immediately, giving the boy a small smile before slowly making his way over to him.

“I need a book recommendation, I heard you’re the boy to come to?” Techno returned, the words flowing with practiced ease as he made his way just a few feet away from the boy. Strangely, a look of uncertainty crossed his face.

“Who sent you?” He asked slowly, shutting his book with a sort of subtlety only Techno could spot, but the boy kept a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“Ranboo,” Techno replied, keeping his smile even as Tommy continued to stare, almost as if he was searching into his very soul for the truth, “I’m a new student, and i’ve been getting into reading.”

After a moment, admittedly an extremely long one, of silence, Tommy smiled, slipping his book into his bag as Techno masked his relief with a feigned smile of excitement.

That same feeling rose in his chest, harder to push down than before as he followed Tommy through the library, watching him point at every section and explain his love for them. The voices cooed and awed, which was awfully unlike them. They used to daydream of killing them, they used to prod Techno with constant reminders of what he had to do. And it helped. With his job anyways.

But now?

Now they didn’t support it.

If Techno even thought about how to kill Tommy for a second, they would scream at him, yell and cry and kick until Techno got an earsplitting headache.

This went on for two weeks.

And Schlatt was pissed.

“You still haven’t killed him.”

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to be the best at this.”

“I know.”

“You’re the Blood God, Ares.” He stressed, running an annoyed hand through his hair with a groan. Techno didn’t so much as blink. “You kill, you feel nothing, you move onto the next one. The public fear you, Ares.”

“I’m trying my best, Schlatt-“

“Well clearly your best isn’t good enough.” He spat back without hesitation, and that made something inside him stir, it made the voices rage. Not only were they mad at Schlatt for insulting Technoblade in such a way, but also at the very idea of hurting Tommy.

Tommy, who was nothing more than a school student, had made the voices grow attached.

Techno refused to get attached to someone who was meant to die by his hands.

He refused.

Whole-heartedly.

Tommy wasn’t special to him at all.

Nope.

“He’s a special case, do you not trust me to do what’s best for your company?” Techno tried, and when Schlatt went to reply, he interrupted once more, “You’ve given me a lot, and I wouldn’t dare drag anything on longer than need be.”

That was a lie. That voices reminded him the moment he said it of every moment he could’ve killed the kid before and he found an excuse not to go through with it.

That part mostly went unsaid.

“If Tommy isn’t dead by his 18th, we’re going to have a problem, Ares.”

Techno smiled. It was short, and it was brief, but it was also temporary relief.

Without another word, Techno left, sighing as he let the tension fall from his shoulders.

—

“Wilbur plays guitar,” Tommy confessed as he explained his family to Techno. It had been a month since they’d met, and Techno had found he struggled to go a day without talking to the kid, the feeling in his chest now one he was unable to repress. “He said he’ll sing me a song for my birthday, wrote it himself.” He finished as he chewed on his sandwich, Techno nodding with a smile.

The smile was fake, and Tommy knew that, immediately catching on.

“What’s up? You’ve been upset for the past couple weeks.”

In reality, since Techno’s meeting with Schlatt where he promised he would kill Tommy, he found himself considering every way to prevent the kid’s death rather than how to cause it. The voices seemed to agree with this change of thought, encouraging him and giving him ideas.

Some said to lie to Schlatt, fake the kid’s death, run away with him so he would be safe from any other mercenary that Schlatt had hired.

Others said to kill Schlatt, but with how many allies that man had Techno knew that wasn’t an option.

“Dave?”

“My name’s Technoblade.” The man said suddenly, throwing Tommy off for a moment as he considered everything that had just been revealed. To most people, a name was a name.

To Techno, his name was only given to the people he loved and trusted most, he’d only ever given it to one person before. To Techno, his name was his own and no one elses to say.

To Tommy, Techno’s name wasn’t… well, Techno. He wondered why the man hadn’t told him to start with. He wondered why Techno’s face was equally as shocked as his own. He wondered why the man had such a strange name.

“I didn’t- I mean-“

“It’s alright, Techno,” Tommy returned quickly, pausing the man’s racing thoughts if only for a moment. The pause was purely from the relief of hearing his real name come from the boy’s mouth.

On that day, Technoblade decided he would do everything in his power to protect this kid, no matter the cost.

The kill count of the Blood God would end at number 17.

(The voices weren’t too happy about that, but they decided it would be fine if Tommy was alright.)

“Tommy.” Techno started, and boy how he knew he would regret this. But Tommy didn’t expect for him to continue speaking, he assumed his stress was over his name, but the tension had hardly fell from his shoulders since. “Tommy you’re- I’m-“

“Ares.” A voice came from behind him, dark and holding something Techno had only heard from the blood-thirsty chorusing in his head.

Schlatt.

Tommy paused, glancing at Techno for an explanation, but the man bit his lip.

The profile had said his birthday was on the 9th. He had until tomorrow to think of a plan.

“I said by his 18th.” Schlatt explained, and when Tommy looked back at Techno, he saw tears brimming in his eyes he was trying hard to keep down. “You’ve let me down.”

Why this man knew Techno, he wasn’t sure.

Why this man called Techno Ares, he also wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t going to give the man away.

“Don’t worry man,” Tommy cut in, a smile on his face, carefully shaped in resignation that Techno found way too convincing for it to be faked, “We have an arrangement, it’s tonight, you’re all good.”

Schlatt shot him a confused look, looking between the two in confusion.

“What?”

Techno looked at Tommy, equally as confused.

Thankfully Schlatt didn’t notice.

“Listen.” Tommy tried, standing from his seat easily. “It’s okay, we have it sorted, I just wanted to wait a bit longer, i’m on your side.”

“You-“ Schlatt tried, pointing at Tommy before turning to Techno, the man slowly nodding as his pink hair bobbed over his shoulders, “You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.” He replied, not entirely sure what he was saying they were doing but glad Techno was going along with it. “You have nothing to worry about big man.”

After a way too long moment, Schlatt sighed, pinching his nose as he muttered something to himself, stalking off without another word.

The moment the man was out of earshot, Tommy spoke again.

“What the fuck is he on about?” Tommy laughed out, pointing at the direction Schlatt had walked off in. Techno was too stunned to speak, eyes distant as his hands shook on the table. The voices mumbled to each-other, trying to find a way around this.

“Tommy, I’m the Blood God.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, taking in the seriousness in the man’s voice.

He realised the man wasn’t lying.

No words came out of his open mouth.

“I was sent to kill you.”

Silence.

“But I’m not going to.”

“But you have to.”

“Well-“

“That dickhead will kill you if you don’t kill me!” Tommy pressed, leaning back forward and pressing his hands to the table. It was a little scary. “You have to.”

“I’m not killing you Tommy-“

“No one will even notice.”

“Tommy-“

“I promise i’ll be quiet, just promise to make it painless, you did it with the others you can do it again-”

“I can’t kill you, Tommy.” Techno said it with so much desperation the boy finally went quiet, watching a single tear fall down the man’s face as he ran a shaking hand through his hair, eyes shut as he muttered inaudible words to himself. “I’ve told you my name.”

He scoffed, “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Tommy you’re the only living person who knows who I am, who I really am.” He tried to get the message across, tried to let the boy know, but he seemed clueless, and the voices screamed at him to just say it. When Tommy didn’t reply, he was too distracted by the screams to stop himself “I love you, you’re my brother, and I can’t let you go now.”

Most people would’ve found out one of their best friends was one of the most wanted murderers and reported them to the police, maybe would’ve ran and screamed. But Tommy stayed still, thinking over the situation in his head.

Techno had killed at least 17 people before, and completely slipped past any suspicion. He was told to kill Tommy, but he didn’t and was now refusing to do so.

He should be scared, he should report him or do something logical, make the straight A’s worth it.

But he couldn’t.

“Then what’s the plan?” He asked with a growing smile, the determination settling into his face shocking Techno a little; he didn’t expect anything good from this, and yet here Tommy sat, continuing to stay alongside him despite every single death that sat splattered blood on his hand, ever smear of red he’d pressed to someone’s face apparently meant nothing to the kid.

Techno smiled back.

#dream smp #mcytblr #tommyinnit #technoblade #bedrock bros #bedrock bros au #mercenary technoblade #dreamsmp au #technoblade au #Spotify

[smoreal]

Alright I’m posting the timeline in two parts or three, but here’s the first chunk of the sonic games for @z0nic and anyone else to reference!

NOTE: This is very rough; assume the dates are US unless otherwise stated; actually playing/watching a runthrough of the games are gonna give you better insight, these are just quick summaries

GUIDE:

** = Maybe don’t stress too hard about putting this one in lol, just had to add it jic

“…”/‘…’ = Quotes pulled straight from Speedia or Wiki, I can link Wiki's semi-complete list here > X

 + = Missing some details, synopsis might be rough lmaoo I’ll try to link websites to start your search so you can get a clearer picture of wth is happening here, my bad :(

{…} = Contains most of my asides and/or fun facts, feel free to skip these

SONIC TIMELINE:

Sonic (‘91) – 7 Zones, 6 Special Stages; Sonic chases down Eggman on South Island to free the flickies! Beat the game with all 6 emeralds and you get the good ending, without all 6, you get the bad ending where Eggman taunts you with the emeralds.

Sonic 2 (‘92) – 11 Zones, 7 Special Stages (Introduced Super Sonic and Tails); Sonic rides his biplane ‘The Tornado’ to West Side Island, meets Tails and together they stop Eggman from collecting all 7 emeralds to power his superweapon, the Death Egg! Without all the emeralds, you get the bad ending where Tails’ is implied to have died.

Sonic CD (SEPT. ‘93) – 7 Rounds, 7 Special Stages (Introduced Amy Rose and Metal Sonic); Implied to be before the events of Sonic 2 (due to ‘a hidden image unlocked through the Sound Test, shows Tails saying, “See you next game,” implying Sonic CD occurs BEFORE Sonic 2’); Sonic stops Eggman from collecting all 7 Time Stones from Little Planet (arrives only one month out of the year), meets Amy, saves her from Metal Sonic, and stops Eggman from creating a Bad Future. ‘In the good ending, Little Planet thanks Sonic with a shower of stars and leaves Never Lake; in the bad ending, Little Planet still leaves, but Robotnik uses the Time Stones to bring it back and the player is urged to replay the game to achieve the good ending.’

Sonic Chaos (OCT. ‘93) – 6 Zones, 6 Special Stages, and considered to be a ‘follow-up’ to Sonic 2; Eggman has one chaos emerald and is looking to collect all 6 for ‘nuclear weapons,’ but in his search has caused South Island to sink. Sonic and Tails stop him.

Sonic Spinball (NOV. ’93) – Considered a Spin-off from SatAM, there are 4 Zones, 4 Bonus Stages; Find all 16, BLUE chaos emeralds! Eggman is trying to take over the volcanic ‘Mt. Mobius’ to turn it into a base, ‘The Veg-O-Fortress.’ Tails is also here, but the Tornado is shot down and Sonic is left to climb up the base ‘pinball style.’ GOAT behavior.

Dr. Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine (DEC. ’93) – “The game is set on the planet Mobius, which is inhabited by bean-like creatures. Dr. Robotnik conceives a plan to bring terror to the world by kidnapping the citizens of Beanville and turning them into robot slaves, and eventually creating an army that will help him rid the planet of fun and joy. To achieve this, he creates the "Mean Bean-Steaming Machine" in order to transform the bean-like creatures into robots. Putting his plan into motion, Robotnik sends out his Henchbots to gather all the bean-like creatures and group them together in dark dungeons so they can be sent to the Mean Bean-Steaming Machine. The rest of the game's story revolves around the player character, "Has Bean", and their journey to stop Robotnik's henchmen by breaking into the dungeons and freeing the bean-like creatures.”

+**Sonic Drift (MAR. ’94) – 3 Grand Prixs, 6 Tracks; This was only released in Japan. Technically first racing game? {We aren’t counting the arcade games that are super rare, but I’ll list them here: Sega Arcade Classics [Japan, DEC ‘91], Segasonic Cosmo Fighter [JP, APR. ‘93], Segasonic Arcade [US, SEPT. ‘93], Segasonic Popcorn Shop [JP, APR. ‘93]} And you can drive as Amy! Win!

+Sonic 3 (FEB. ‘94) – 6 Zones, 7 Special Stages, and Right after Sonic 2; Death Egg crashes into the mountains of Angel Island. Eggman meets Knuckles, last echidna of Angel Island and Master Emerald guardian, (Master Emerald keeps the island afloat and is as strong as the 7 chaos emeralds), and convinces him that Sonic is going to steal the Master Emerald. Sonic and Tails show up, Sonic is Super (presumably from the events of Sonic 2), Knuckles punches the emeralds out of him, takes them, and gets out of dodge. They make it to the launch base, ‘where the death egg is under repair,’ fight Knuckles, but then the Death Egg relaunches and they defeat Eggman for it to crash. Again. Launch Base is the final zone from this game. {Probably best if you had your own look at this since it’s important, here you go ;-; (x)}

+& Knuckles (OCT. ‘94) -  8 Zones, 7 Special Stages (but this time you seek out the Super Emeralds to get Hyper Sonic, Hyper Knuckles, and Super Tails); First Zone, after Launch Base zone from Sonic 3, is Flying Battery Zone. Sonic attempts to stop Eggman from relaunching his Death Egg while Knuckles fights off the EggRobo. Ngl it’s hard to quickly give a rundown on it since there’s a good amount of IMPORTANT lore that’ll be a mouse-ka-tool that will help us later :) so I’ll leave this (x)

+** Tails and the Music Maker (OCT. ’94) – Music teaching game. It’s cute, and idk how you’d fit it into the lore but it’d be pretty fkn sick if you did. (15min vid)

Sonic Triple Trouble (NOV. ’94) – 6 Zones, 7 Stages; Sequel to Sonic Chaos, Introduced Nack the Weasel (Fang the Sniper) and has Sonic and Tails stop Eggman’s plans by getting all 6 chaos emeralds (after he loses them from a ‘test misfire’ that send them across the ‘island’ idk which island it doesn’t specify) Knuckles helps Eggman, again. I’m pretty sure Fang is just in it for himself lol, either way he isn’t on Sonic’s side. {Also did you know Fang’s bike is called the Marvelous Queen?? Very cash money of him}

Tails’ Skypatrol (JP, APR. ’95) – 5 Areas(?); Tails comes to a ruined, remote island. Witchcart “uses the island’s railways to travel to all points and trap its inhabitants with enchanted crystal magic.” Tails saves the island from Witchcart and her minions.

+Knuckles Chaotix (APR. ’95) – 6 Attractions, 6 Special Stages, and you’re collecting 6 Chaos Rings this time :), and also Mighty makes an ‘official debut,’ {despite being introduced prior to this game alongside Ray in the arcade game Segasonic the hedgehog [JP, ‘93].} “A mysterious island” comes out of nowhere ig bc of the events of S3&K. Eggman finds out about these Chaos Rings by going through a Giant Ring/Ring Portal that leads you to the special stages in previous sonic games. The six Chaos Rings are described as “crystallized power of the Master Emerald.” Eggman makes his own Dark Rings to power his robots, and takes over this new island. Knuckles shows up to figure out what the connection is between this island and Angel Island, saves Espio from Eggman and Metal Sonic, and then together they work to rescue the others to take down Eggman… {you should read this jic I missed smth}

Tails Adventure (NOV. ’95) – Good luck understanding this one, I’m getting contradicting notes (from the Speedia) saying that “the English language manuals {state that} the story is set after Sonic 2,” and that our boy is on “vacation.” But I’m also reading on the wiki that this shit happened BEFORE he even met Sonic sooo…. Let’s just stick with Chronology ig?? Here’s the link chief.

+Sonic Labyrinth (NOV. ’95) – 4 Zones, 4(?) Bonus Rounds; Eggman tricks Sonic into wearing special shoes that make him go slow as all hell, and they’re called “Speed Down Boots.” Find three keys in each stages to escape the zones within the labyrinth and stop Eggman. (x)

+**Sonic Drift 2 (NOV. ’95) – 3(?) Grand Prixs, and a Final Road; Sonic Drift 1, but ‘bigger’ and ‘better.’ Playable Amy, Knuckles, Fang, and Metal Sonic, let’s fkn gooo.

Sonic The Fighters (JULY ’96) – 10 Arenas; Introduced Honey the Cat, Bean and Bark! Sonic and friends all have a chaos emerald (8 this time lol) and they have a tournament to figure out who will use all 8 emeralds ‘to power a spaceship’ and stop Dr. Robotnik and Metal Sonic ‘from building an evil fortress in space.’

+**Sonic Schoolhouse (OCT. ’96) – FIRST FEMALE VA FOR SONIC LETS FKNGOO. Anyways, Sonic teaches you math, reading, and spelling through fun minigames :) (schoolhouse playthrough)

Sonic Blast (NOV. ‘96) – 5 Zones, 5(?) Bonus Stages; Eggman shatters a chaos emerald into 5 shards ‘with a laser,’ Sonic and Knuckles team up to keep him from collecting the shards and ‘fortifying his island base.’

Sonic 3D Blast (NOV. ’96) – 8(?) Zones, 7 Special Stages; Before you ask, no, unfortunately for me, they are not the same thing. In this one, Sonic has to save these flickies that live on Flickie Island, but they aren’t just any flickies, they’re special bc of their ability to move freely between dimensions “via the Dimensional Rings.” Eggman is the one endangering these flickies bc he’s using them to ‘further his research.’ Pretty much to find chaos emeralds. (x)

*(please add her in I beg of you idk how you’d do this but you’d be a legend I’m trying to figure this out too)* Learning With Sonic (NOV. ’96) – “Dr. Eggman has built Gameworld, a carnival-like tower.” Amy, Sonic, and Tails have to overcome the games to get the chaos emeralds.

Sonic R (NOV. ’97) – 5 Tracks; Sonic and Tails join in on this World Grand Prix when they find out Eggman is participating. Knuckles and Amy join in. Eggman was using the race as a way to distract Sonic while he ‘hunts for the chaos emeralds.’ {Fun fact: If you owned the game and popped it into a cd player, it would play just the music :) pretty neat! One of the best soundtracks of all time and you’re able to listen to it or play the actual game… society has fallen.}

+(?)**Sonic Pocket Adventure (’99) – Pretty much ‘dumbed down vers. of Sonic 2’

Sonic Adventure (SEPT. ’99) – You got this.

#holy shit this took me a while #shitposts #smoreal sonic scrolls #sonic timeline #mmm ill refrain from putting this in my lore tag bc this def needs more editting #um ill hopefully have te rest out soon. this is everything pre 2000s #next post will be post 2000s #and if i do a third one that one will be 2010s ig

[hollybee8917]

Left For Revenge Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

Plot: Andy is a feared and respected mob boss who is not to be crossed. When he is, he seeks revenge. What he finds in the process is a girl to fall in love with which could spell trouble.

Warnings: Swearing, murder, mentions of rape, arson, violence, torture, language.

Abigail was seated on the couch, reading, when Andy approached her with a bowl of popcorn and asked, “Want to watch a movie?”

She closed her book and smiled at him, “Sure. What were you thinking?”

“How about a comedy?”

The young woman smiled, “Okay. We can do that.”

Andy dropped onto the other end of the couch and put the popcorn between them. He then hit the power on the remote, “Do you want something more classic or something more modern?”

She smiled at him, “How about Some Like It Hot? That’s a great film.”

With a smirk, Andy cocked an eyebrow, “The one about the two musician on the run from evil mobsters?”

He let loose a low laugh, “You realize we aren’t actually like that, right? We aren’t all money grabbing murderers chasing people to kingdom come because they saw a hit.”

Abigail’s face fell and she looked down, “Oh, um, okay. Well, I-I guess I—”

Andy reached out and lifted her chin, “Hey, I was kidding. I like that movie. Some Like It Hot is my go to comedy movie. The portrayal of the mob is funny. Come on, get some popcorn and watch the movie with me.”

She reached out and grabbed some of the popcorn and shoved it in her mouth as the movie began to play. Bit by bit thy drifted closer on the couch and about midway through the film, both Abigail and Andy each reached a hand into the bowl. What felt like a shock of electricity passed through their fingers as they brushed. Immediately, both pulled their hands back.

“I’m sorry.” They both said at the same moment.

Andy smiled, “Here, you can have the last bit. There’s not much left.”

Abigail tucked her hair behind her ear, “Thank you.”

Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment and in that moment, Abigail took a chance. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to Andy’s. His eyes widened in surprise then fluttered closed and he began to return the gesture, tilting his head to the side to get a better response from her. Then his eyes shot open again and he pushed her back, “No! No, I can’t do this. We can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

Andy rose to his feet then he was gone.

@chuckbass-love @the-fallen-nightmare @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @patzammit @saiyanprincessswanie @buckysteveloki-me

#andy barber #defendingjacob #andy barber x oc #leftforrevenge

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2022 : Day 6 : Movie

Max/Mariam, TyHil | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ Hilary couldn’t remember what the movie was called, only that it was something Tyson had picked. It was some mashup of action and slapstick comedy. She’d hazard a guess that it lacked plot, but she couldn’t say for sure because she was more interested in watching Max and Mariam than a car chase.

Max was seated on the floor with his back against the couch, where Mariam sat above him. She had one leg tucked underneath herself and the other was draped over Max’s shoulder. She’d put it there so casually. Then Max had reached up automatically to touch it. His eyes were glued to the television, but there was a smirk on his lips as he pinched her kneecap. It widened when his girlfriend’s leg twitched at the sensation.

While Mariam flicked his ear in retribution, Hilary glanced down to where Tyson was sitting beside Max to see if he noticed. True to form, he was completely oblivious, eyes trained on the TV and one hand in a dwindling bowl of popcorn.

Hilary rolled her eyes, leaned deeper into the armrest, and tried to tune back in.

She lasted maybe three minutes before her eyes drifted to a picture frame near the television. It was of Max and Mariam, probably back from when they’d first started dating if the way Mariam looked more guarded was any indication. Obviously she’d consented to the picture – they were both smiling at the camera – but she definitely wasn’t leaning into Max like she did in more recent photos. There were a lot of them around.

A quick glance at the movie proved it was still not to her tastes, so she snuck another peek at Mariam. She had both legs crossed underneath her now, but she was slouched far enough down that Max could lean his head back against her calves. She was playing with his hair absentmindedly and looking at the movie with disinterest.

If Hilary had to guess by observing them, she’d say Mariam’s love language was physical touch. She’d been sneaking little touches ever since coming with Max to pick her and Tyson up at the airport. Once Hilary started noticing it, she had trouble not noticing.

There was a bright flash of light from the television screen, but Hilary watched Mariam dig her phone out of the blankets and send a text message instead. Max’s phone lit up on the coffee table a moment after she hit send. He was quick to pick it up and shoot her a reply.

“HEY!” Tyson shouted.

Hilary jumped. Max’s phone went flying. Mariam snorted in amusement at her boyfriend. Hilary kicked hers.

“Tyson, you scared me!” she scolded and grabbed the hat off his head only to hit him with it.

“Ow - sorry!” he exclaimed, having the audacity to sound offended. “But you were watching – he just double-crossed his best friend!” He gestured wildly at the TV and glanced at the others. His eyes settled on Max when he asked, “Uh… You were watching, right?”

It was no wonder that Mariam had known from the start how in love with her Max was – he had a terrible poker face. Hilary usually found it endearing, but he was making them all look guilty right now. Tyson narrowed his eyes.

“Does anyone want some more popcorn?” Mariam interjected to get the attention off of poor Max. He took the opportunity to crawl across the floor for his phone now that Tyson was distracted by the promise of food. “Or nachos?”

“Oh hey, yeah!” Tyson snapped his fingers. “Do you have jalapenos?”

“Can you handle jalapenos?” Max asked teasingly as he rose to his feet and tucked his phone into his pocket.

“Uh, you know he can’t,” Hilary answered, earning herself a laugh from Max. She leaned over Tyson’s shoulder for the remote so she could pause the movie, clearly the only one with the presence of mind to do so. “They’ll give him gas and I have to share a bed with him tonight.”

“Hey!”

“I’m putting my foot down, Tyson!”

“The couch pulls out,” Max suggested glancing at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he gathered up the empty snack bowls. “And there’s better ventilation out here.”

Hilary hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m not sleeping on the couch!” Tyson pouted and snatched his hat back.

“Good thing we don’t have jalapenos, then.” Mariam stood and stretched, leaving a veritable cocoon of blankets behind on the couch. “There’s cheese and leftover taco meat.”

“I’ll stomach it,” Tyson said, smiling through his feigned sigh.

“What a surprise,” Max joked as he and Mariam headed toward the kitchen.

Tyson stuck his tongue out at him.

“Real mature, Tyson. Do you two need any help?” Hilary scolded her boyfriend and addressed their hosts in one breath. She hadn’t forgotten her manners. Tyson had never had any to begin with, but she’d been trying to set a good example. There were empty soda cans littered over the coffee table, so she suggested, “I can grab more drinks.”

“That would be great, Hilary,” Max said with a smile.

She nodded back and started clearing up the cans.

“I’m gonna go take a leak and then I can help with whatever,” Tyson proclaimed, hauling himself to his feet. Not exactly how she’d thought he would follow her lead, but he was probably responsible for half of the soda can carnage. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“If you mean ‘don’t eat all the snacks’, you don’t have to worry,” Hilary replied with a roll of her eyes. “We aren’t all bottomless pits like you.”

“Hey!” He pointed at her as he backed his way out of the living room. The serious expression on his face would be more believable if his grin wasn’t stubbornly poking through. “Hollow leg, remember?” With a wink at her he disappeared down the hall.

Hilary shook her head. With her arms full of soda cans, she turned to the kitchen, prepared to discard them.

What she wasn’t prepared for, was the sight of Max and Mariam navigating around each other while they readied the next round of snacks with all the ease of two people who were fully used to it. She didn’t know why it surprised her so much, other than the fact that she’d never seen them together in a situation that was quite so… domestic.

Mariam was using the microwave to heat up the nacho toppings. When it beeped, she took the mixture out to stir and Max slid a bag of popcorn in, before grabbing a platter for her to empty a bag of tortilla chips onto. When they reached for the popcorn bowl at the same time, Max stole a fleeting kiss before Mariam could object.

The way they worked together was cute. It was like a dance. Or a tag-team beyblade battle.

When she thought of Mariam, she still pictured the old amusement park in her mind. Even though it had been many years – and several tournaments – since then, the woman wearing Max’s t-shirt in the kitchen was the same person that had tried to seal away her team’s bitbeasts forever.

It was funny to see her more familiar with Max’s life than Hilary was. And she knew her way around the apartment extremely well for somebody that lived almost as far away from it as Hilary did. She made a mental note to ask Max sometime just how often Mariam was here.

She gave her head a shake and continued to the kitchen.

“Do you recycle?” she asked when it wasn’t immediately clear where she should toss the cans.

Max was on his way to the living room with the plate of nachos, so Mariam answered first: “Under the sink.” She opened the proper cupboard for her and pulled a bin to the front. “You can put them in here.”

Hilary thanked her and dumped them in with a clatter. The sound was drowned out by the commotion of Tyson reappearing. Without explanation, he put Max in a headlock, which started an impromptu wrestling match as the blond tried to escape.

“Watch the food!” Hilary warned as the pair nearly tripped over the corner of the coffee table. “We’re guests, Tyson.” She was about to go put a stop to their antics when Mariam stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She looked at her, confused.

“Max misses you guys, you know,” Mariam explained and let her hand fall from Hilary’s shoulder when she realized she wasn’t going to leave. Crossing to the fridge, she grabbed two drinks and handed one over. “He’s been talking about this visit for months.”

Hilary smiled fondly, seeing the boys’ goofing off in a different light. It had been a long time since she’d spent a weekend making sure they stayed out of trouble and loving every minute of it. The occasional long distance phone call just wasn’t the same.

“We miss him, too.”

It was hard, between all of their work and school schedules, to find time to spend together. Hilary missed the days when all it took was someone like Mariam showing up in town to bring all her boys together for months on end, no questions asked or schedules rearranged. She sighed.

Mariam slid the popcorn bowl towards her.

“Let them go until the neighbors complain,” she said, taking a sip of her pop. “It’s better than that awful movie.”

Hilary laughed at the sheer surprise of hearing Mariam say those words. She knew there was a reason why Max liked her so much.

#mayblade 2022 #beyblade #I'm late with this because I had an existential crisis and had to rewrite half of it #Day 7 will be up later unless the same thing happens #what are you gonna do? #azikarue #azikarue394 #azrfic #MaxMar #TyHil

[mrs-dr-reid]

Civil War Part 3

Word Count: 4339

A/N: Hey! Another OC gets introduced in this part! Her name is Rebecca Marshall, she’s my character for sweet baby boi Peter, and I may or may not have a spin-off series in the works for her 😉. Have fun!

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Status Report:

I have returned! I know, it’s been forever and a half since I last updated you guys, but I’ve been really stressed and busy recently with the whole Accords thing and being a fugitive of a government establishment for the second time in my life (goals, right?). Anyways, let’s get right back into the good stuff, shall we?

We met up with Sharon under a bridge after “borrowing” a blue vintage Volkswagen Beetle (Steve’s idea, not mine), and as Steve and I approached her, she said, “Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car,” and I punched his shoulder while saying, “I told you,” making him say, “It’s low profile,” and me roll my eyes. Sharon didn’t believe it for a second (not that Steve would’ve been able to notice through his thick skull (which I say lovingly)), but she said, “Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd,” before opening the trunk of her car to reveal our suits, Sam’s flight pack, and Eleanor.

I said, “We owe you again, Sharon,” and she shrugged while saying, “Keeping a list,” which made me smile. She looked over at the car, saw Bucky in the backseat, then said, “You know, he kinda tried to kill me,” so Steve said, “Sorry. I’ll put it on the list, too,” and I nudged him in the ribs playfully. The three of us looked at the gear in the trunk, and I said, “You know that they’re gonna come looking for you, right?”, which made her say, “I know,” before smiling at us. Steve said, “Thank you, Sharon,” and she nodded in a “No problem” sort of way.

I pulled her into a hug and said, “Be careful, Little Cuz,” so she hugged me back and said, “No promises,” which made me laugh slightly before letting go. She said, “If only Aunt Peggy could see us now,” and I replied, “Oh, I know for a fact that Grandma is having popcorn and tea with God right now,” which made her let out a snort before saying, “I better go,” and she walked past us to get into her car. Steve and I unloaded the gear, and as we did, he said, “You know you don’t have to do this, Stephanie,” so I said, “Are you kidding? Being a fugitive of a government agency twice in one lifetime grants major bragging rights. No way am I skipping out,” making him chuckle slightly before closing the trunk and shooting Sharon a thumbs up.

She drove away, and Steve said, “What would I do without you, Doll?”, while pulling me closer by my waist, so I shrugged playfully and said, “Probably crash and burn, but that’s just a guess,” while resting my hands against his chest, which made him smile before pulling me closer and kissing me gently. He pulled his lips away, then said, “Yeah, I needed that,” which made me scrunch my nose at him playfully and say, “Sure, Mr. Romantic. Let’s go with that,” making him chuckle slightly before leaning into my forehead. We turned our heads to see Sam and Bucky smirking at us from the car, which made my cheeks go pink and Steve shoot an exasperated look at the both of them.

We pulled into the parking garage at the Berlin airport (Steve busting out some major drift skills, might I add), and Clint, Rose, and Wanda were waiting in a big white van for us. Clint said, “Cap,” and Steve shook his hand while saying, “You know I wouldn’t have called if I had any other choice,” prompting Clint’s response of, “Hey, man, you’re doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt,” while looking over his shoulder at Wanda.

He hugged me (he’s my brother from another mother, allow) while Steve addressed Wanda and said, “Thanks for having my back,” and Wanda responded, “It was time to get off my ass,” which made me snort slightly before hugging her and checking her for any injuries. Rose said, “I’ve had to deal with Ross before, and I let him get away with too much back then. But I’m not letting anything slide this time around,” and I knew she was talking about Bruce, but I didn’t push her any further about the subject, and I just hugged her.

Steve said, “How about our other recruit?”, so Clint walked over to the van and said, “He’s rarin’ to go. Had to put a little coffee in him… but he should be good,” while opening the van door and startling a man with dark hair (who I assumed was Sam’s guy, Scott Lang) awake. He got out of the van while saying, “What time zone is this?”, but froze when he saw Steve. Clint shoved him forward, and he shook Steve’s hand while saying, “Captain America!”, and Steve said, “Mr. Lang,” while looking slightly unnerved. Scott said, “It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long,” and Steve nodded, so he let go before saying, “Wow! This is awesome! Captain America,” and when he turned around and saw Wanda, he said, “I know you, too. You’re great,” and I saw her mouth quirk into a smile, because she needed that after Lagos.

Scott squeezed Steve’s arms slightly while saying, “Jeez,” then he saw me and said, “The Winter Rose, too?!”, so I smiled and shook his hand while saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Scott,” which made him fanboy at the fact that I knew his name. He gestured at me in amazement (which was kinda cute), and he said, “Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so… thinks for thanking of me,” which made me giggle slightly at his sentence trip up. He pointed at Sam and said, “Hey, man!”, so Sam replied, “What’s up, Tic Tac?”, and Scott said, “Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I…”, but Sam interrupted and said, “It was a great audition, but it’ll never happen again,” making me shoot a confused look at him.

Steve said, “They tell you what we’re up against?”, and Scott replied, “Something about some psycho-assassins?”, which made me snicker, but Steve disregarded me and continued, “We’re outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you’re a wanted man,” making Scott reply, “Yeah, well, what else is new?”, just as a sleek black car pulled up next to our Beetle. A woman with long brown hair wearing black aviators got out of the driver’s seat, then took off her glasses to reveal that she was Jessica Lewis before saying, “Am I late to the party, Steph?”, so I said, “Fashionably, Jess,” and went over to her to hug her.

I said, “Thank you so much for coming. You’ve met everyone else, but that’s Clint Barton, and this is the new guy, Scott Lang,” while pointing at the pair of them. She shook both of their hands and introduced herself after giving Steve, Sam, Rose, and Wanda hugs, then she looked over her shoulder to see Bucky leaning on the Beetle. She smirked slightly and said, “Long time no see, Barnes,” so he said, “Agent Lewis,” which made her smirk widen ever so slightly. Bucky said, “We should get moving,” and Clint said, “We got a chopper lined up,” before an alarm started blaring and a man started saying in German that the airport was being evacuated over the PA. Bucky said, “They’re evacuating the airport,” and Sam said, “Stark,” making me mutter, “Damnit, Tony,” under my breath. Scott said, “Stark?”, and Steve said, “Suit up,” so I popped the trunk and distributed the gear.

We all got ready, then Steve and I split off from the group to get to the chopper (did I just Arnold Schwarzenegger you? Yes, I did). We spotted it, and we made a break for it, but an electric grenade hit it and disabled it, so both of us looked up to see Tony and Rhodey in the sky. They landed in front of us, and Tony said, “Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don’t you think that’s weird?”, while taking off his helmet, Rhodey replying, “Definitely weird,” while keeping his helmet on. Steve said, “Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he’s behind all of this,” then Prince (or I guess I should say King) T'Challa sprang out from behind a truck and said, “Captain, Ma’am,” making Steve say, “Your Highness,” and me nod respectfully.

Tony said, “Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”, so I said, “You’re going after the wrong guy, Tony,” making Tony say, “Well, your judgment is askew, Princess. Cap’s old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday,” Steve cut in, “And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t,” and I added, “And I can’t either. If that fake doctor gets to say the trigger words to those soldiers, who knows what he’ll be able to do?”

Nat’s voice said, “Guys…,” and we turned to see her standing a few feet away. She continued, “You both know what’s about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”, but neither of us answered. Tony said, “All right, I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!”, then a sticky substance cuffed mine and Steve’s hands together after a strand snatched Eleanor off of Steve’s arm. Two figures (one of them male in a red and blue suit, the other one female in a purple and black suit with a hood, both with spider-like embellishments (that explains the sticky stuff)) landed on a nearby truck, the male holding Eleanor. Tony said, “Nice job, kids,” and the boy said, “Thanks. Well, I could’ve stuck the landing a little better, it’s just… new suit. It’s nothing, Mr. Stark. It’s perfect. Thank you,” and the girl patted his back while facepalming and saying, “Dude…”

Tony said, “Yeah, we don’t really need to start a conversation,” and the boy said, “Okay. Cap. Captain. Big fan. I’m Spider-Man,” while saluting, and the girl said, “Big fan of yours, too, Winter Rose. I’m Arachnid-Girl,” while waving nervously, making me smile slightly. Tony said, “Yeah, we’ll talk about it later. Good job,” and Spider-Man said, “Hey, everyone,” while waving awkwardly, which made me start thinking that both of them were still teenagers. Steve said, “You’ve been busy,” and Tony said, “And you’ve been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint… ‘rescuing’ Wanda from a place she doesn’t even want to leave, a safe place. I’m trying to keep… I’m trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart,” so I said, “Oh, you did that when you signed, Stark,” while shooting a cold look at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me for a split second, then said, “All right, we’re done. You’re gonna turn Barnes over, you’re gonna come with us, now, because it’s us… or a squad of J-SOC guys… with no compunction about being impolite. Come on,” but neither of us said anything. Sam said, “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hangar five, north runway,” so both of us put our arms up, and Clint shot off our bonds in a split second (I keep forgetting how good of an archer he is).

Tony turned around while putting his helmet back on, and Steve said, “All right, Lang,” then Scott grew while kicking Spider-Man in the face, causing him to fall off the truck and Arachnid-Girl to let out a shocked and worried yelp. Rhodey said, “Whoa. What the hell was that?”, and Scott handed Eleanor back to Steve while saying, “I believe this is yours, Captain America,” making me smirk slightly.

Tony and Rhodey started to take off, but Steve threw Eleanor and I shot an ice beam at Rhodey in an attempt to slow him down, and I heard King T'Challa exclaim, “Barnes is mine,” before sprinting away, making me mumble, “Perfect,” under my breath. Spider-Man and Arachnid-Girl went to get Bucky and Sam, Steve went after T'Challa, and Scott took on Nat, so I went icy and flew off to try and locate Wanda before Tony got to her. I found her, Rose, and Clint cornered by fires, and I landed in front of her just as Tony flew over to us. 

He raised a repulsor and said, “Wanda, I think you hurt Vision’s feelings,” earning her reply of, “You locked me in my room,” making me shoot a glare at Tony. He said, “Okay, first, that’s an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you,” and she shot him a disbelieving look along with her signature “you sure about that?” head tilt. Tony said, “Hey, Clint,” and he responded, “Hey, man,” so Tony said, “Clearly, retirement doesn’t suit you. Got tired of shooting golf?”, earning Clint’s reply of, “Well, I played 18, shot 18. Just can’t seem to miss,” before he fired an arrow.

Tony shot it away, then said, “Well, first time for everything,” but Clint just smirked and said, “Made you look,” before Wanda started using her powers to pull cars out of the nearest garage and fling them at Tony, which gave us time to catch up to the others. Clint said, “There’s our ride,” while pointing at the hangar, and once we met up with everyone, Steve yelled, “Come on!”, and we were running towards our ride, but a laser drew a line in the concrete, and we all looked up to see Vision hovering above us. He said, “Captain Rogers… I know you believe what you’re doing is right. But for the collective good… you must surrender now,” and everyone on Tony’s team lined up across from us. Sam said, “What do we do, Cap?”, and after he exchanged a look with me, Steve said, “We fight,” and started walking forward, the rest of us following suit.

Team Iron Man started doing the same, but those of us on Team Cap started going faster until we were full-on running, Team Iron Man matching our pace. Sam, Wanda, and I started flying, as did Tony, Rhodey, and Vision, and we all started kicking the snot out of each other. I saw the Spider Kid (neither he nor the girl is more than 15 or 16) fighting Steve, and Steve dropped one of those airplane access tunnels on him before sprinting away, so I flew over and helped Arachnid-Girl get him out.

After Spider-Man had swung away, I said to Arachnid-Girl, “You may think we’re doing the wrong thing, but if you knew half of the stuff we knew, you’d be on our side,” and she replied, “I honestly don’t want to be here. Tony threatened to stop restocking the ice cream for when I stay with him, so that’s literally the only reason I’m doing this. I read your blog all the time, so I believe you. Tony just doesn’t know how to take his head out of his ass sometimes and realize that not everybody will agree with him wholeheartedly whenever he makes a stance,” and I swear I heard her let out a tiny laugh while saying that.

I smiled and said, “It’s nice to know someone else understands that. What’s your name?”, and she replied, “Rebecca,” so I said, “Nice to meet you, Rebecca. I’m Stephanie. I’ll be sure to rip Tony a new one for you and your friend,” and winked before flying away, leaving her awestruck for a solid 30 seconds before rejoining the Tarmac Brawl. I caught up with Steve, Jess, and Bucky, who said, “We gotta go. That guy’s probably in Siberia by now,” and Steve replied, “We gotta draw out the fliers. Steph and I’ll take Vision, you and Jess get to the jet,” but Sam interjected over coms, “No, you get to the jet! All four of you! The rest of us aren’t getting out of here,” and Clint added, “As much as I hate to admit it… if we’re gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.”

The four of us exchanged looks, and Rose said, “This isn’t the real fight, you guys. If you want to stop the fake doctor, you have to get out of here now. I’m more than willing to take one for the team because I wasn’t given the opportunity last time,” so after Steve and I exchanged another look, I said, “All right. Sam, what’s the play?”, earning Sam’s response of, “We need a diversion. Something big,” and Scott piped up, “I got something kinda big. But I can’t hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… don’t come back for me,” making Bucky say, “He’s gonna tear himself in half?”, and Steve say, “Are you sure about this, Scott?”

Jess and I shot concerned looks at each other, and Scott said, “I do it all the time. I mean, once. In a lab. Then I passed out,” before going silent. A few seconds later, a giant Scott was towering over everything and holding onto Rhodey’s leg, which made the four of us gawk at him. I said, “Well, I guess that’s the signal,” and Sam said, “Way to go, Tic Tac!”, before we all started running towards the hangar. Just as we were getting closer, a communications tower started falling down to block the entrance (damnit, Vision), but Wanda held it up with her powers. Rhodey fired sound waves at her, which made her lose concentration and drop the tower, but we made it inside just in time, only to find Nat waiting for us.

She said, “You guys aren’t gonna stop,” and Steve replied, “You know we can’t,” so she let out a sigh and said, “I’m gonna regret this,” before aiming her Widow’s Bite at us, only to fire it at an approaching T'Challa (that panther thing makes a lot of sense now). She said, “Go,” which made Steve nod at her before the four of us sprinted for the Quinjet. I called over my shoulder, “Jess and I owe you a Game of Thrones marathon, Nat!”, Jess added, “I’ll be on snack duty!”, and Nat called back, “Wouldn’t be the first time!”, while she kept firing at T'Challa. We went wheels up, and we started flying out to Siberia.

Once we shook Rhodey and Tony and we were flying steady, Bucky said, “What’s gonna happen to your friends?”, and after hesitating for a moment, Steve said, “Whatever it is… we’ll deal with it,” before he shot me a quick half-smile. After a few seconds of silence, Bucky said, “I don’t know if I’m worth all this, Steve,” so Jess turned in her seat and said, “Bucky, what you did all those years… that wasn’t you. That was someone that HYDRA manipulated, brainwashed, and groomed to be the perfect weapon. You didn’t have a say or even a thought in it. You had no choice,” while putting a gentle hand on his arm, to which he replied, “I know. But I did it,” and I swear I heard her heart crack and saw something shift in her piercing green eyes.

We landed in Siberia, and Jess and I agreed to stay on the jet to keep watch and to make it easier to get wheels up if the situation went south. Steve and Bucky had a quick bro-talk, but before they left to scope out the scene, I grabbed Steve’s arm and crashed my lips to his in a quick good luck kiss. I pulled my lips away and said, “Don’t hurt yourself,” while cupping his face in my free hand, so he said, “No promises,” and did his signature cocky half-smirk before pecking me on the lips one more time and heading out of the jet with Bucky (I saw Jess watching him go very intently, and I shot a weird look at her back, but I didn’t question it).

When they got back to the jet, they were all bloody and Bucky’s metal arm had been blown off (presumably by Tony, though I don’t know how), which made both me and Jess freak out and fuss over the two of them like mothers (which we kind of are). Steve said, “Tony found out Bucky was innocent, but he found out how his parents died and went ballistic,” and I was confused for a split second, but when I saw the expression of pure guilt and anguish on Bucky’s face, everything clicked and I said, “Howard and Maria didn’t die in a car accident, did they?”, and Steve shook his head, which told me everything I needed to know.

Jess said, “We have to get out of here. The authorities could come at any minute. I’ll take the wheel. Steph, keep fixing up the boys,” then bustled off to prep for flight. I looked Steve up and down for a second, then said, “Where’s Eleanor?”, and he said, “I left her with Tony. He said she didn’t belong to me and that I didn’t deserve her because Howard made her,” which made my jaw drop open indignantly before I said, “That’s ludicrous! Howard made her for you!”, royally pissed off at Tony’s nerve, but Steve waved a hand and said, “It’s fine. Whatever floats his boat.”

I finally got a good look at his face, and he was all beat up and bloody, so I grabbed the first aid kit and started patching him up while Bucky was essentially passed out from sheer exhaustion and presumably pain (I’m at least 87% sure he felt that metal arm get blown off) on the floor. T'Challa came to us and after he said he caught the real orchestrator of this whole mess (the fake doctor, Helmut Zemo), he offered to grant Bucky asylum and protection in Wakanda to help him get better, and since he’s a king, we weren’t about to turn him down (I’m not trying to become an enemy of a small monarchical nation in Africa, aiight? The US government is bad enough).

After we sorted out the details with T'Challa, Steve bought a burner phone and wrote a letter to send to Tony (sometimes he embraces his inner old man, and it makes me laugh). We located the Raft and busted everyone out, but I almost killed somebody with my bare hands sans cryokinesis when I saw Wanda huddled in the corner of her cell in a straight jacket and a shock collar (I’m not kidding in the slightest when I say that Steve had to physically restrain me). Everyone dispersed after that, and T'Challa gave us directions to Wakanda.

When we got there, we were shocked to see how technologically advanced and gorgeous the country was based on its appearance in the news. Bucky was given a physical, and he decided he wanted to go into cryo until the doctors could figure out how to wipe the HYDRA junk from his brain. The doctors prepared him to go under, and Steve said, “You sure about this?”, which made Bucky reply, “I can’t trust my own mind,” before plastering an “I’m not really fine but I’m gonna pretend that I am for your benefit” smile on his face (oh, how familiar I am with that kind of smile).

He continued, “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head… I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody,” then Jess whispered behind me, “Maybe not everybody,” so I looked over my shoulder at her to see tears welling up in her eyes, which was kind of weird because in all the years I’ve known her, I’ve never once seen her cry.

They got ready to put Bucky in the chamber, but Jess said, “Wait!”, then ran forward and crashed her lips to his in a passionate kiss while tears streamed down her face, which made Steve and I shoot shocked looks at each other because Bucky actually wrapped his real arm around her and kissed her back. She pulled her lips away, and he smiled at her while wiping her tears away, but neither of them said anything. The doctors continued to set Bucky up in the cryo tube, and Jess came to stand next to me and grip my arm tight, so I put a reassuring hand on top of hers. They put Bucky under, and I swear I saw Steve deflate slightly out the corner of my eye while Jess started crying again and leaning into my shoulder.

Steve and I were looking out the window that showed off an impressive view of the Wakandan mountains when T'Challa came over to us. Steve said, “Thank you for this,” and T'Challa said, “Your friend and my father… they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…,” so Steve picked up where he left off and said, “You know, if they find out he’s here… they’re gonna come for him,” so T'Challa replied, “Let them try,” before looking out the window himself. 

I looked over my shoulder at Jess, who was sitting on a bench with a cup of tea and a blanket around her shoulders given to her by one of T’Challa’s staff members while looking so broken that I barely recognized her, and I said, “Will Jess be okay?”, so T'Challa looked at her as well and said, “I’ve already told Miss Lewis I will host her here and have her train with my King’s Guard while she waits for Sergeant Barnes. You do not have to be worried for your friend, Miss Carter. She will be just fine here with us,” making me lace my fingers with Steve’s and lean against him, him squeezing my hand comfortingly. That’s gonna be all for now. Bye, everyone!

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