#standing alone at the front of the room...'fine. that's fine. let's fucking play.' which she may not have said as a threat but which i've

[explorerspack]

say one thing about me if i’m gonna get a character permakilled it WILL be narratively satisfying.

#cha:arcis #c:megadungeon #rip to my girlie i really am so sad about it but at least it was fucking COOL..... #so poignant to get killed by something that is trying to protect the stolen artifacts and hidden knowledge of the city #she came to this city for the knowledge! to protect it and spread it and know it and most CERTAINLY get it out of a dusty closed off room #so perfectly fitting to get killed only INCHES away from all these relics and books and symbols of knowledge but not able to investigate any #SO delicious to have taken the front line for once instead of staying safely in a corner #and to have taken the front line away from MAX! she ended up where she was bc max was in a rug and we needed a buffer! #no max getting killed trying to tank this time! #SO delightful to have sort-of accidentally baited a wizard duel and to have my own tricks turned right back on me #and the imagery of getting swarmed by these animated books and having the amber wall slam down behind her.... #standing alone at the front of the room...'fine. that's fine. let's fucking play.' which she may not have said as a threat but which i've #decided she certainly DID whisper to herself in krutske #wizard hubris! #and then saving on hold person allowing one last look back at her party and one last solid nod #a nod meaning 'thanks' and 'you know what to do' and 'goodbye' and 'see you later' and 'well. here we go!' all at once #and then the train station....the camera cut the black.... #AUGH! #beautiful mix of symbolic and also fucking cool. if you've gotta have a pc death that's not a bad way to go at all.

[brooooswriting]

vada/jenna being like, super touchy and needy? after r was away for a couple of days due to going to see their fam/going on holiday..

btw love ur work!! i’m waiting for p2 of whipped :)) it was so cute

-a

Never leave again

Vada Cavell x reader

The holidays used to be vadas favorite time, People from school were annoying the fuck out of her and she hated waking up early. So the holidays, where she could spend everyday with either Nick or Amelia was great. Until she met you.

She suddenly loved school and you were the reason. While nick and her drove to school together you’d wait for her outside every damn day, walking her to her locker and to class, offering her snacks, skipping classes with her every now and then. You were everything she wished for and at the same time everything her parents wished for her, at least mostly.

Vada was impulsive, she didn’t think most of her actions through which made her being alone dangerous. But you? You were always on time, you had good grades and manners, you were calculated at most times and knew how to deal with Vada. What her parents didn’t know was that you liked to drink and smoke too every now and then. But after all you were still just a teenager.

But now Vada had a problem with holidays, your family was one of those families who liked to go away every damn holiday. When you were on short trips they allowed you to take Vada with you, but when you asked if you could take Vada with you to your aunts house they denied. It was supposed to be an only family vacation, your sister also wasn’t allowed to take somebody with her. Even after four days of annoying them you weren’t allowed to take her with you. Sure, 6 days weren’t the world but still.

So you said your goodbye with some tears being shed on Vadas side, which nearly made you cry too. After promising that you’d text her and call her everyday she finally let you go and get into the car, waving you until you were out of sight.

Obviously you kept your promise and texted her everyday but sadly the WiFi was terrible so it wasn’t a lot of texting. You could text her like three times a day, no pictures or FaceTime. Vada understood that it wasn’t your fault and was fine with your three texts but not being able to talk to you for longer than 5 minutes.

Your family decided to stay a week longer, your and vadas downfall. At least until you could convince them to let you go already, your grandparents offered to take them home which meant that you could take the car and go back home. You decided to not tell Vada until you arrived, loading up and her favorite snacks and fast food you parked in front of her house and rang her up.

“Look outside” you said as soon as she picked up, a confused grunt following your statement indicating that she took a nap when you called.

“Why would I?” She asked with a yawn, but you could still hear her standing up. So you got out of the car and leaned against the hood, smiling as soon as you saw the front door crack open.

“Y/n” she squealed, running across the street into your arms. Her arms wrapped around your neck and your legs around your waist, while your rested under her legs to keep her up. You quickly pressed your lips to her head before nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, placing soft kisses there.

“God, I missed you” you mumbled into her, slightly pulling away to press a kiss to her lips. She hummed in delight, one of her hands playing with the baby hairs on your neck. “I have some snacks, fast food and a house alllll to myself. Wanna come?” You grinned as you sat her back on the ground, a while leaving her.

“Of course, I’ll just get my phone and tell my parents. Then we can go” she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along which caused you to grunt, clearly confused.

“Why am I coming along?” You asked laughing slightly as you tripped over your own feet. “Hey Mr. And Mrs. Cavell, Amelia” you called out as Vada pulled you up to her room. A faint ‘hello y/n” before laughing.

“Because, I’m not letting you go again, you’re staying with me from now on” she stated completely serious, her hand tightening around yours. The small brunette pulled your intertwined hands up to her mouth, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of yours. “Now let’s go, I gotta tell my parents” she pulled you downstairs with her, into the kitchen were her parents stood. “I’m gonna go with y/n ok?” She said as if it was the most normal and obvious thing ever, and to them it kind off was.

“Alright, don’t do anything stupid” her mother said, pressing a kiss to her head before side hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back before shaking her fathers hand, mumbling a ‘Mr. Cavell’ which made him laugh. He had told you around a thousand times to stop calling him that but you stocked with him, wanting to show him as much respect as possible.

You said your goodbyes and disappeared off to your car where you opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside before closing the door and getting in yourself. Starting the car and driving off was harder than you thought with one hand as Vada whined and grunted as soon as you were in the car, only stopping when your hand started to stroke her thigh. “Took you long enough” she grinned, you chuckled and waited until the next red light to lean over and kiss her.

Once you arrived you brought your suitcase, the snacks and the fast food inside. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick, why don’t you already choose a movie?” You asked as you set the snacks down.

“You know what, I think I might need a shower too” she grinned and run upstairs to the bathroom, you chuckled and shook your head before following. Whatever one might think happened in that shower, is probably wrong. The small brunette clung onto you the whole time, making it hard to get clean but at one point you still succeeded and could finally leave the shower. Both of you got redressed in comfy cloths before going downstairs to eat on the couch while watching whatever movie Vada chose.

Even while eating her legs were thrown over yours, her body constantly touching yours. It has been a rather long time since you and Vada had been separated for that long so her touchiness wasn’t really something that you were confused by.

Once you guys finished your food you laid back, the petite brunette immediately laying on top of you, pulling herself as close as possible. A smile forming on your face as your hand rubbed up and down her back. “I want a kiss” she mumbled into your chest for the sixth time in probably 15 minutes but nonetheless you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, this time she didn’t let you go quickly. She kept the kiss going, titling her head to deepen it, a small moan leaving your mouth causing a grin to form on her face. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” You smiled as you parted, her lips slightly swollen and red.

A giggle left her mouth as she nodded, her hands placing themself under your hoodie, causing a shiver to erupt all over your body. Her touch always had that effect on you. “I love you” you mumbled into her hair as your arms wrapped around her waist.

“I love you too” she said and kissed your chest through your hoodie. The tv was still silently playing in the back, but both of you were only focused on each other, finally being able to bask in each others presence again. You couldn’t wait to spend a week with Vada alone.

“Wanna smoke?” You asked, a happy squeal leaving her mouth as she jumped up and pulled you outside with her. You went to sit on one of the chairs, thinking Vada would sit on the one next to you but instead she settled onto your lap, her head resting against your shoulder.

You didn’t think that getting high would make Vada even clingier but it did, she didn’t even stand up when you decided to go to bed. Instead insisting on you carrying her to bed, which you did. And again, the moment your back touched the bed she was on top of you. But the thing is, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. There was something about Vada being vulnerable like this which made you melt.

She fell asleep on you almost immediately, a chuckle leaving your chest as she snorted slightly. God, you love this woman.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell

[rrenzwrld]

mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

part one of part five! had to split it up because it was getting kinda long but i hope you enjoy! <3 read part four here

@beautifulalienslimecroissant @iiilovemilfs @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri

The next day, I was really appreciating Layla for staying over because she was able to help take care of Celest while I was as work. When I got home and got settled in, my brother Trent came over. Trent was my older brother by four years but we were so close. Ever since I was young, he was my protector. Since he and his girlfriend have an apartment close to where I live, he makes his way over to see Celest and I almost everyday.

“Hey~” I tried to greet him as I let him in but he pushed me out the way

“Move, bitch!” and made a quick beeline over to his niece, who was sitting playing with dolls on the floor with Layla. I giggled to myself as I shut the door behind him. Trent loved Celest and I didn’t know if it was because she’s his first niece or because of the story behind why she’s here.

“CeeCee~” He cooed as he started to pluck her from the floor until Layla stopped him

“Aht! Put my baby down.” He looked down at her like she said something crazy.

“The fuck you talkin bout? This my baby.” He tickled her all over her tiny body, which sent her into fits of laughter.

“Oh I’ll be damned.” Layla stands up and reached for Celest and Trent turned away. They did this everytime they were at my house at the same time. Celest didn’t seem to mind because as long as she was entertained, she was satisfied.

My phone started to ring which caused Trent and Layla to stop their playful bickering and looked my way.

“Who is it?” Layla whispered as if I answered the phone already. The both of them walked up to me, surrounding me and the phone I had in my hands that was ringing with Connie’s contact.

“Connie?” Trent was visibly confused so that’s when I forgot to tell him all about meeting Connie again again yesterday. “The hell?” He whispered more to himself than to me.

“Don’t cuss in front of my baby— Hello?” I waved the both of them off and walked into another room.

“Hey, Chy’anne. How are you today?”

“Uh.. I’m doing pretty good. I forgot you had my number.”

“Yeah, I was scared to call you lowkey. Didn’t know if you were busy or anything.” I could hear the hint of nerves in his voice but I wondered why. I was definitely more nervous than he was. It’s been 2 years since I’ve talked to this man at all let alone over the phone and what I was hiding still twisted my insides.

“No.. no, I’m not busy. I just got off work not too long ago.”

“Oh? Where you work at?” I wondered where this conversation was going if it was going anywhere at all.

“At a design company..” I trailed.

“Cool cool, that’s wassup. Hey listen, I hope this isn’t like, last minute for you or anything but I was tryin to see if you wanted to come out with me for dinner later,” My heart dropped to my chest. This was the last thing I imagined happening so quickly. I looked back into the living room from where I was to see Layla and Trent on the floor with Celest, feeding her Cheetos. “I understand if you say no because of your daughter and everything but you can bring her, I don’t mind it or anything.”

“Um.. sure! Sure, that’s fine. What did you have in mind?”

“The, uh.. Mexican restaurant down the street from the mall.”

I nodded as if he could see me. “Alright, yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. What time?”

“Damn, um.. is 7 good?”

“7 is great! See you then.” I hung up so goddamn fast, I didn’t even know if he said anything else.

As soon as I was finished, I came and sat down on the couch in the living room with Trent, Layla, and Celest.

“Soooo what he want?”

“He wants to take me and Celest out to dinner tonight.” Layla did all the squealing for me. It was if she was more excited than I was.

“See? He still like you girl!”

“What the fuck is goin on? You talkin to Connie again? You ain’t speak to that nigga in 2 years.” Trent laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “I know, but—“

“We went to the Titan’s game yesterday and they talked and everything!”

“Oh shit, I forgot he went pro…” I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even want to remember because the year he got drafted I found out I was pregnant with Celest. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the draft on tv with everyone else when it happened.

“Yeah…”

“He pickin you up??” I didn’t stick around on the phone long enough to ask.

I shrugged as I looked at my nails. “I don’t know.”

“Shit he better be pickin y’all up. He the one that invited you out.” Trent did have a point. Him being the most honest sibling I had was useful.

“C’mere, baby,” Layla held onto Celest’s little hand as they stood up. “We gonna go take a bath. You goin out with daddy~” Trent and I glanced at each other as we watched them walk down the hall.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?”

I looked down in shame. I really did not need anyone else telling me how bad of a person I am.

“You know you got to now, right?” I nodded. “But if that nigga on some crazy shit, I gotchu alright?” He held his hand out so I could dap him up.

“Thank you, T.”

After Trent and Layla helped Celest and I get ready, I texted Connie the address and within minutes he said he was on his way. I assumed that he was probably already in the area.

“You ready~” Layla teased as Celest sat in her lap happily.

“No.” I was being honest. My heart was jumping out my chest and the fact that I was dressed all nice for a dude that was supposed to be my baby daddy but he didn’t know that he was my baby daddy was making me feel worse.

“Well, you best get ready.” I was the only one nervous in this situation. Celest played happily not even really aware of what’s going on and all Connie knew was that he was gonna pick up his estranged best friend and her cute lil daughter.

“Bitch you didn’t even do my baby’s hair!” I noticed that Celest’s hair was all over the place and needed to be brushed at least. I went to the bathroom to get hair products and stuff to start brushing up Celest’s hair into two small braided buns.

“Girl,” Layla laughed at my anxiety. “You runnin around like a chicken with your head cut off for what? A man who don’t even know who—“ There was a knock on the door.

“Can you get that for me, T?” I finished Celest’s hair just in time. “All done!” Celest jumped out my lap as she copied the phrase all cutely. Trent opened the door and Connie was there in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. But they weren’t fancy dinner type flowers, they gave off the simple floral collage vibe with lightly colored daisies, roses, and sunflowers. It was beautiful.

As the guys do, Connie and Trent had their little reunion but I didn’t mind because they really hadn’t seen each other in a while and that was my fault.

“Aww, he bought you flowers!” Layla exclaimed excitedly, which made Celeste jump up in excitement too.

“For the pretty girls.” He smiled as he handed the beautiful bouquet to me. Being a celebrity and all, I thought he’d be dressed down in a suit with blinged out jewelry to show off but he was dressed casually but you knew he was taking things seriously.

“C, you wanna say hello?” By this time, she was clung to my leg because she wasn’t familiar with the man in front of her.

“Hey pretty girl!” Connie kneeled down so he could talk to her properly. “I’m Connie, what’s your name?” Layla, Trent, and I were looking at each other because the two of them was completely unknown to the circumstance. Celest answered his question the best way she could

“I’m a pretty girl, why didn’t I get any flowers? I’m sure you have enough NBA money to go around.”

“Layla shut up and let them have their moment.”

“You got her car seat and stuff?” I nodded before going to Celest’s room and bringing her carseat to the front. Luckily I thought to clean it yesterday. Trent had already brought her diaper bag full of everything else. “I gotchu.” Connie took the carseat from my hands and was taking it to the car. Celest and I said our goodbyes as we walked outside.

“Have fun, girlie!”

“Y’all lock up before you leave.” Trent and Layla were the only people I trusted with a key to my house. But with that, we were on our way.

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #connie springer x black oc #connie springer x black y/n #connie springer x oc #basketball au #connie x y/n

[plentyoffandoms]

Glittery Pink (Part 11) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

willing to "flash" a body part

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Flashing. Mentions vibration panties

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif & 2nd @dramastream

YN'S POV:

He said the last part softly, that I didn't think I would hear him, but I did, but I didn't indicate that I heard anything.

I just watched as he tucked himself into his pants, fixed himself up, and got into the front seat.

I sat next to him, looked in the mirror, and silently cursed to myself at how ruined I looked and we haven't even fucked.

The car ride was quiet except for the music playing, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was tired and needed a shower, some toothpaste, and mouthwash.

He parked a block away from the house, and just as I was about to open the door, he told me to wait. I gave him a confused look as he reached in front of me and opened the glove compartment, and handed me a small bag.

I went to open the bag, but he interrupted me once more. "Not here." I didn't question him, even though I had about a thousand going through my head. I put the bag in my backpack.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow." I said to him as I got out of the passenger side. I closed the door and walked the short distance to my house.

◆

It has been a few hours since I got home, and after a shower, some dinner which I spent with my parents, I am now in my room doing my homework.

I was re-reading a science question when I saw my phone light up from its place on my nightstand.

I ignored it as I needed to get this done.

But whomever it was kept messaging me, and now it has turned into them calling.

I answered the phone, annoyed at the fact that they wouldn't take the hint and leave me alone.

"Hello?"

"YN." Sun-Hee's soft voice was on the other end.

"Sun-Hee, hey."

"I have to tell you something."

"Okay...." I trailed off. I have no idea what she is going to say.

"You know how I mentioned leaving the party with someone? Well, I technically didn't leave....it was his house."

It dawned on me.

"Son Myeong-hwan? No way! How was it?"

Her tone changed as she told me how it was.

"He really had your eyes rolling? Huh, I thought he would have been a selfish lover."

"Me too, but YN, please don't tell Jang-Mi."

It isn't my place tell and I told her that as much. "If this gets serious, you will eventually have to tell her though."

"I don't think it will. We are just having fun, like you and Gwi-nam."

Hearing his name made me remember he gave me a gift, and I still haven't looked at it.

"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. I just have to finish up this science homework." We hung up the phone.

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the bag. I opened it, and I could have rolled my eyes at what was in the bag.

A pair of black, lace panties, and there was a note. 'Wear these and let me know.' Odd request, but sure.

I have learned that when he asks me to do something, it is best to just do it.

I finished my homework, laid out my clean uniform with the panties on top and went to bed.

◆

I walked to school the next day and was standing by my locker with Sun-Hee, the two of us whispering about her night with Myeong-hwan. When I saw Gwi-nam come around the corner with his friends around him.

I messaged him this morning, letting him know I was wearing his gift.

Sun-Hee stepped aside when Gwi-nam got close to me, and he put his arms on either side of my head, palms flat against my locker.

He leaned down to talk softly to me.

"You have no idea what you are in for today."

Was all he said before he walked away. I was clearly confused and wanted to chase after him, but the sound of the bell had me going to my first period.

Gwi-nam's POV:

I just had to wait for our first class together, and then I will start my fun. I can feel the remote in my pocket, already have the settings memorised.

I hardly paid attention to whatever the teacher was drowning on and on about, my mind completely occupied with what happened in the back of my car yesterday.

The feeling of being in her warm mouth and coming down her throat had me biting my fist and trying to think of anything gross to get me to calm down.

The bell rang and could have run to my next class as that is the class with YN. She was already sitting there, and I was close enough.

So, I put it on the first setting. The lowest one. I watched as she stopped writing what was on the board, looked down at her lap with a confused look on her face.

I took my seat behind her. I leaned over the desk to whisper in her ear once more.

"I told you, you have no idea what you are in for today. We are going to have so much fun."

"Gwi-nam, please tell me these are not..." I interrupted her.

"Oh, but they are. Now be a good girl, and pay attention. Class is about to start." And just on cue, our teacher walked in.

◆

I kept it on the lowest setting until she got called upon, and I knew it was perfect timing.

She was just about to finish the answer when I turned it up as high as it could go. The moan that left her mouth had everyone looking at her concerned as YN covered her mouth with her hand.

"Are you okay?" Our teacher asked and all YN could do was nod her head yes.

"Maybe you should go see the nurse." I didn't want the fun to end, and I guess neither did she because she shook her no.

"No, I am good." And she answered the question. I turned the vibrating panties off to give her a break.

I didn't want another teacher to think about sending her to a nurse or sending her home. So I had to bid my time.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the class. I waited outside the classroom for YN. Our classmates who were standing around outside the room were whispering and talking amongst themselves.

They quieted down when YN walked out and averted their gaze ones I put my arm around her shoulders, and the two of us walked away.

I pulled her into the same empty classroom as before and closed the door behind us.

"Sit on the table." I told her, and I watched with glee as she did as I asked. Once she was settled, I grabbed her and snapped the Glittery Pink one.

Willing to "flash" a body part.

"Lift up your skirt. I want to see how soaked you are." I grabbed another chair and pulled it up in front of her. I sat down and waited for her to lift the hem of her skirt.

"Gwi-nam, maybe."

"Now." My tone was all she needed to realise I wasn't playing around. She lifted her skirt, and just as she did that, I put it back on the highest setting.

Her back arched, and she flung back her head. She leaned back on her elbows and tried to close her legs, but I made sure to grip them and keep them apart.

"Don't you dare close them. I want to watch you fall apart for me."

Her body was shaking. She had tears streaming down her face and she never looked more gorgeous than she does at this very moment.

But I needed more.

I stood up and put my body between her legs. I reached down between our bodies and placed my palm right where the vibrator was and pushed it even harder against her clit and pussy.

My other hand lifted her shirt to just below her chin. I groped her tits through her bra, but I needed more.

I pulled the cups up and leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, and groped the other one. I switched and gave the same treatment to the other one.

"Gwi-nam," She said, my name softly, and then it slowly turned into a chant. She was so close.

"You close princess? Need to cum?" I pushed even harder against her pussy.

"Please." She begged. I let go of her breast and gripped the back of her head, slammed my lips against hers, almost forgetting my plan for her.

"No." I mumbled against her lips as I took my hands away from her quivering body and took a step back and turned off the panties.

"What? What the fuck Gwi-nam?" She was pissed. She was so close to a big orgasm, but I took that away from her.

"When you cum today and you will, it will be on my tongue. Now fix yourself up and meet me for lunch. You are sitting with me."

I left her there, tits out, tear streaked face, and her calling out my name in frustration.

Blue (Part 10) (18+) ♧ Green (Part 12) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: @thefrogqueen8

#reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagine #all of us are dead fic #all of us are dead smut #aouad #aouad fic #aouad fanfic #aouad x reader #aouad smut #aouad imagines #yoon Gwi-nam smut #yoon Gwi-nam x f/Reader #yoon Gwi-nam x reader #gwi nam x reader #gwi-nam x female reader #gwi-nam smut #gwi-nam imagine

[chelseeebe]

still don’t know my name.

summary: at the halloween party, you witness hawkins high king and queen arguing. but then you’re dragged into the middle of it by king steve himself, causing some incredibly confusing feelings. 

i’ve been listening to so much music, every song inspires a new story so i just write and write and come up with stuff like this el oh el. think there could potentially be a part two to this story. 

you weren’t normally a party person, but it was halloween and even you knew that sitting in your room alone was super depressing. 

your best friend robin had convinced you it’d be fun. ‘c’mon man, it’ll be great. plus, it’s halloween, d’ya really wanna be stuck at home answering the door to kids all night?’ 

you knew why she really wanted to go, the party was at vickie’s house and to robin this was her only chance of actually speaking to her. although, you knew your best friend, probably better than you knew yourself at this point, so you also knew that she was going to stand in the corner all night not even looking in vickie’s direction. 

‘okay, i’ll go with you. but you better not leave me for vickie, robin i’m serious.’ 

this causes your red headed best friend to giggle, ‘i won’t! you know you’re my number one,’ she winks at you, ‘now hurry! go and get ready now!’ 

‘oh shit, i don’t have a costume, what the fuck am i gonna wear?’ 

robin purses her lips, scanning your cluttered room. 

‘aha!’ she pulls out a child-sized cat eared headband, ‘you can be a cat! we can draw whiskers on and you can just wear something black!’ robin had the tendency to get a tad over-excited, this was one of those times. she’s practically bouncing up and down on your bed. 

‘okay fine. i’m going to shower, please don’t break anything in here while i’m gone.’ she grins back at you and shoo’s you away with her hands. 

-

you step out of your car, robin in tow. she looked great, she was dressed like princess leia from star wars, a movie she’d been begging you to watch for far too long. she’d given the costume a personal spin, opting for white trousers and shirt over a dress, it was just more robin this way. her hair was still curled into the iconic leia buns. 

the music is already blaring, you didn’t take vickie for a party animal nor did you think that she was particularly popular, she was like you and robin, not popular but not unpopular, you just sort of existed around both groups of people. so it shocks you when you spot multiple people wearing the hawkins high green varsity jacket. 

real original.

‘okay, let’s do this dollface.’ robin blows you a kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the party. 

it was packed. people you’d never have expected to see outside of their relevant clique table were sat talking to each other. maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad afterall. your assumptions of the party were that it was going to be just like school, in which you were invisible to the vast majority of attendees. 

‘robin! you came!’ vickie barrels up to the pair of you, she’s dressed as a mummy, i think, either way she looks incredible and you could see that robin definitely agreed. ‘and y/n! i’m so glad you both decided to come!’ 

you smiled at her, knowing you’d most likely only gotten the invite because of robin. 

‘come come, get a drink! let’s party!’ it wasn’t a secret that vickie had had a few already. this was great news for robin, hoping that this meant she could squeeze some information out of her. 

you follow robin and vickie into the kitchen, sweeping the room as you go. it was like nothing you had ever seen, clean-cut cheerleaders downing shots, ‘nerds’ playing beer pong with the basketball team. 

across the kitchen you spot nancy wheeler and her boyfriend steve harrington, nancy was heavily intoxicated at this point and you could tell, even through his dark ray-bans, that steve was getting annoyed with her behaviour. 

vickie points you over to the punch bowl, unfortunately placed directly in front of the bickering couple. her and robin were deep in conversation, already breaking her promise. 

you sigh, slinking over to the punch bowl to grab a cup. 

‘nance, i think you’ve had enough.’ as he attempts to wrestle the red solo-cup out of her grasp. 

this doesn’t work and instead ends up all over nancy’s bright white button-up. 

‘what the hell.’ nancy storms off past you, brushing your arm on her way through the kitchen. steve is quick to follow, although this time he jolts your whole body with his arm. without even a glance to you he’s off up the stairs following nancy. 

asshole. you thought to yourself. 

- 

it had been a good hour since the whole nancy and steve situation, in the time being you’d seen her stumbling out of the party under jonathan byer’s arm. which you thought was odd. jonathan wasn’t popular but he wasn’t like you and robin, no. 

he unfortunately got a brunt of the bullying, with it only getting worse when his younger brother went missing sometime last year. see, people had actually believed he was the one who killed his brother, only making things worse for his unfortunate time in school. 

robin and vickie were deep in conversation on the couch across from you, robin only occasionally breaking away to make sure you were still sat there. 

‘vickie, where’s the bathroom?’ 

she breaks away from robins gaze, ‘oh, um upstairs and to the left. big brown door, you can’t miss it.’ 

robin wouldn’t have noticed if you were abducted by aliens right then and there, she was in love. and you were so happy for her but you wished she would have at least left you at home. 

it’s a mission to get up the stairs, as couples litter the steps, all deep in their own worlds, just like robin and vickie. 

you knock twice on the door, to which no one replies. so you step in.

‘oh, oh my god, i’m sorry i-i did knock.’ 

your eyes are on steve harrington, his sunglasses are now in the sink and his eyes are red with tears. he looks back at you, his hands held up as if to say ‘whatever.’ 

‘are you okay?’ you ask sheepishly, he quite obviously is not okay but if you didn’t ask you’d feel bad. 

‘yeah, i’m just fine. i’m sorry i was just.. sorting myself out.’ he looks at you through the mirror on the wall and takes a big sigh. steve still couldn’t let his ‘king steve’ persona falter, not even know that you’d caught him in such a vulnerable position. 

‘oh.. okay. i’ll just.. wait out here-’ you go to leave the dimly lit bathroom but steve’s hand is wrapped around your wrist. 

‘no, it’s okay, i’m done now anyway,’ he’s studying your face, trying to see if he can recognise you at all. nope, nothing. 

‘what’s your name anyway? are you new to hawkins or something?’ 

you almost want to roll your eyes, you and steve had been in the majority of classes together since freshman year and he thought you’d just moved here?!

‘nope.’ you sigh, ‘my name’s y/n.. i’m pretty sure we’re in miss click’s class together.’ you knew you were, because you and robin had sat at the back all semester giggling at how he was so messy. 

‘oh... yeah, i know you..’ he did not. but maybe he wanted to? his fight with nancy had been pretty damning. christ, if your girlfriend is leaving with another man, there’s not much redemption from that. 

‘hey, i’ll just call you... red,’ his eyes flicker down to your lips, painted with robins bright red lipstick. 

you’re blushing, very much against your own will. he was just a massive prick to you but you can’t help but flutter when his eyes rest on yours. 

‘i have a name,’ you protest, but the smile had already crept to your face. 

‘yeah, but red’s my favourite colour.’ his hand slides up to your jaw, his thumb aching to toy at your bottom lip. 

what the fuck are you doing? you had literally just been a witness to his and nancy’s fight, why were you still stood in this bathroom with him? why on earth were you actually willing him to do it, to kiss you. 

your heart is thumping and you pray that he can’t hear it through your chest. 

that’s when his other hand moved to your waist, his hands are soft, way softer than you’d expected. he turns you around, your back now against the white tiled counter. his face couldn’t be more than a few inches away from yours, his breath hot on your cheeks.

you’re still looking up into his chocolatey-eyes when his lips finally crash against yours. instinctively your arms wrap around his neck, kissing the basketball star back. 

you can taste the smoke and alcohol when his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for permission to meet yours. you accept, of course. if it wasn’t for that goddamn punch you would have been back downstairs third-wheeling robin and vickie already. 

both of his hands are on your waist now as he hoists you up onto the counter, slipping between your legs. where you can already feel the slight tent in his pants. you had stupidly chosen a pleated black skirt, now regretting your decision. 

in doing this, the bottles of product decorating the counter, come crashing to the floor with a loud clatter. 

this causes you to pull away, breathless, chest heaving at the sight of steve harrington with your red lipstick around his mouth. 

he lets out a breathy laugh, wasting no time in returning to the heavy kiss. 

‘mm, no stop-’ you pull away once again, this time placing a finger over his, now, very red mouth. 

‘why?’ his eyes are dark and almost boring holes into your iris’. 

‘you have a girlfriend..’ it comes out like a question but you’re sure. even if they weren’t together now, it was far too soon to be kissing random girls in bathrooms. 

‘i mean, i’m not sure she’d agree.’ 

you shake your head and hop off of the counter, it’s not right. nancy wheeler wasn’t one of the mean girls, she used to be like you, undetectable. that was until steve had taken a shining to her. 

‘no, steve.. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even stayed this long.’ 

you rush out of the bathroom, bumping into some far too wasted jock in the hallway. 

robin notices you frantically climbing down the stairs and finally pulls her attention away from vickie. 

‘woah, woah.. what the hell happened to you? you were up there for ages, i thought you’d fallen in.’ she smirks at you, but the look you flash tells her that it’s not the right time. 

‘hey, i’m just about ready to leave, if that’s okay with you?’ 

‘yeah yeah, um.. let me just say goodbye to vickie and i’ll meet you by the car?’ 

you nod, biting your bottom lip, taking that as your opportunity to escape out of the front door.

as she turns to say her goodbyes, she’s interrupted by steve harrington, his eyes skimming across the crowd. he’d done a good job at wiping away the evidence, although the small red smudge of red lipstick on his bottom lip was enough for robin to notice.  

-

‘you kissed harrington?! y/n what the fuck, i left you for 5 minutes!’ robin shrieks. you were both lying on your bed, giggling about the night you’d both just experienced. 

‘he kissed me! i’d say it was closer to an hour, but whatever, i wasn’t counting.’ you look over at her, your hair fanned out on the pink pillow. you can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. you and steve harrington were making out at a party?

‘oh my god,’ robin is giggling, ‘if anyone finds out you know you’ll be like, totally outcast, right? you can’t be the one to split up the king and queen of hawkins high.’ 

‘rob, he doesn’t even know me, besides.. i don’t think they’re together anymore..’ you cut yourself off. it was absolutely no business of yours whether steve harrington and nancy wheeler were still together. nope. ‘and you’re not going to tell anyone, isn’t that right?’ 

she looks over to you and nods but you know robin and she’s a blabbermouth. she doesn’t even intend to do it, it just sort of slips out in an awkward babble when she’s nervous. 

‘i mean it robin, not even vickie.’ you hold out your pinky and ring finger, you’d created a secret handshake specifically for situations like these, where only the two of you could know. 

she meets your fingers with hers and bursts out laughing again. 

-

you’re stood by your locker, trying to pick up your books and head to your next class when you see him. 

walking through the corridor, arm wrapped around nancy’s shoulder. you gulp, suddenly the guilt feels so much worse. 

they’re still together. 

as they make their way past your row of lockers, you try your hardest not to look at him but can’t help but steal a glance. you’re sure you caught his eyes flicker to you, and if they did it was only for a split second. 

you sigh as you head off in the opposite direction, the direction that steve should be walking if he wanted to make it to his next class in time. 

silly little girl. why would anyone like steve harrington be interested in you? 

-

you’re sat writing notes on the biology lab you’d just completed in the school library, not particularly focused nor interested in what you were saying. 

you sit back in the chair as your eyes wander off of the book and to the brown pair of eyes staring at you from across the desk. 

‘hey, red.’ when the hell had he gotten there? 

you scoot up in your chair, mouth hanging slightly open as you quickly scan the room, the library was empty bar you two in the corner. 

‘hey.. steve.’

‘whatcha doing there?’ your eyes flick to your notes. he was literally sat behind you in the very lab you were writing about, totally oblivious to your presence. 

‘writing about the lab.. which you should be doing too.’ you smile weakly at him. unsure of what he’s trying to gain from this situation. 

‘nah, that’s boring. let’s do something interesting.’ he’s now sat on the chair next to yours, as you shuffle in the opposite direction, he makes sure to scoot up right next to you. 

‘hmm, like what?’ you didn’t want to push him, it comes out unannounced. it actually pained you to admit it but you really did think he was attractive.. and this whole secrecy thing was kinda sexy..

‘like this.’ and his lips are on yours again, the kiss just as electric as the last. your eyes flutter shut as once again his soft fingers have found your waist. 

the library was empty and you’d sat in the back corner but you couldn’t help but worry about who could possibly walk in and see this scene. 

your hand rests on his shoulder, pushing him back off of you. 

‘we’re in the library.. and you have a girlfriend.’ his forehead is leaning against yours, eyes narrowing when you mention his girlfriend. 

‘there’s no one around.. it’s like four, everyone’s gone home already.’ 

you want to, you really want to. but you think back to what robin said about being totally outcast if anyone found out what you’d done. 

‘we.. we can’t.. it’s not fair..’ his thumb was stroking your jaw. fuck. 

‘but we can, it’s just a kiss... and you’re not going to tell anyone are you, red?’ there was that stupid nickname again, you knew he was only using it in place of your real name because he didn’t know your real name. and yet it still gives you butterflies anytime it comes out of his soft lips. 

you close your eyes and steve takes this as his opportunity to kiss you again, much softer this time. your hand moves from his shoulder, sliding into the back of his famous hair. 

he leads the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth before you could do anything about it. not that you would have. his whole body is leaning into you, causing you to lean back over your chair. those large soft hands are holding you from falling off the damn thing. 

you couldn’t deny how amazing this felt. you’d kissed a few people but never like this before and never ever with someone as attractive as steve. 

his hand is creeping up your waist and onto your breast, the sensation alone causes you to moan into his mouth. the lack of contact causes him to break away, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down onto your jaw and then your neck. 

‘y/n? there you ar- woah!’ 

you pull away as you spot robin stood by the book shelf, mouth wide open. 

you jolt up and away from steve, who has the exact same idea. 

‘well, i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything.. i kinda still need that ride home if that’s okay with you..’ your best friend is so awkward it actually hurts. 

you gather up your books from the table shoving them into your backpack, refusing to even glance at steve. 

‘right, yes, let’s go.’ you storm away from the table grabbing robin’s hand. she doesn’t care about looking at steve as she twists her head around while you pull her through the library doors. 

you collapse into your car. and insert the key into the ignition before robin is even fully in the car.

‘don’t. just don’t.’ 

robin bites her lip. ‘can i ju-’ 

‘no. just don’t say anything and i might not crash into a wall on the way home.’ 

she smiles to herself, finding it too difficult to contain herself. you spot steve leaving the school, watching your car pull off at great speed. 

‘arghh!’ you scream, your knuckles turning white from your grip on your steering wheel. 

‘y/n, it’s okay! i promise i won’t say anything but i’m too young to die!’ 

this makes you laugh, even in a situation as serious as this robin knew how to make you crack up. 

‘i’m not going to kill us,’ you reassure her, your mind switches back to whatever the fuck that just was. 

‘oh thank god!’ her grip loosens from the above head handle, ‘you sure you don’t wanna speak about it?’ 

‘i don’t even know what to say rob, he came in and just kissed me again. i told him that we can’t, he’s still with nancy for fuck’s sake!’ you’re exasperated. still unsure on exactly what this boy wants from you. is he just trying to get one back over nancy? is he trying to get a quick fuck? you had no clue. 

‘maybe he likes you? i mean, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t he?’ 

‘because i’m me! i’m no-one! he doesn’t even know my name, keeps calling me red because of that stupid lipstick, how can he just- just use me like that?’ it was becoming infuriating, you didn’t want to be some little toy for steve. especially not to get one over on nancy. 

after dropping robin back at her house, you drive back to your house. 

an unfamiliar maroon bmw parked on your driveway. 

so you park up, as you’re leaving your car you see him. jumping out of his car and rushing over to you. 

‘how the fuck did you get my address?’ 

‘i have my ways.. look, red.. i just wanted to see you..’ he moves closer to you, you had no choice but to move back against your car door.

‘steve, robin won’t say anything, i promise. you don’t have to stalk me back to my house.’ you make sure to spit his name, since he couldn’t even give you the courtesy of knowing yours. 

‘are you sure? i just.. i wanted to make sure that this, little thing stayed between me and you.. it’s better that way you see.’ his hand is leaning against the window of your car, just beside your waist. 

‘there is no “little thing” steve, nothing happened. now i’d like to go inside my house if you don’t mind.’ 

he steps forward, his chin tilted down towards you. ‘so you don’t wanna finish what we started back there?’ he’s smirking because even he knows that you want nothing more. 

‘no. i don’t, i’m going inside now.’ his hand slams onto your car, over your shoulders, trapping you between his body and your car. 

‘c’mon red.. i know you want to.’ red. again. it’s astounding how he’s trying so desperately to get into your pants without even knowing your name. 

‘you still don’t even know my name.’ and with that you break free from his arm prison and storm into your house, ensuring you gave the door an extra hard slam, just for him. 

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[ladykailitha]

Star Child Part 3

In which we learn a little backstory about why Eddie was so resistant to playing with Steve and that the Harringtons are so so much worse.

Part 1 Part 2

*

Eddie woke up alone with the worst hangover and if his day couldn’t get any worse there was someone banging on his door.

“Hold on, damn it,” Eddie mumbled, stumbling to the door.

He threw it open to see all three of his bandmates standing there, looking far too chipper for this ungodly hour.

“What do you want?” he bit out.

“Someone struck out,” Jeff teased.

“How could you possibly strike out,” Gareth hissed, “when the dude was practically throwing himself at you?”

“What. Do. You. Want?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth.

“We wanted to see if you wanted to go for breakfast before head out of town?” Brian said.

Eddie closed his eyes. “Yeah, just give me fifteen minutes, I still need to pack up.”

They all nodded and Eddie slammed the door in their faces. He realized he didn’t have any of his stuff. He looked around the room frantically before his cell phone went off, announcing its presence on the table.

Eddie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He unlocked the screen as he pocketed the keys and wallet.

-I hope the hangover isn’t too terrible this morning.

Eddie grinned and typed out his reply.

-Doing better now that I’ve heard from you.

-Glad to hear it. Sorry I didn’t stay, I had an early morning radio show to do this morning.

Okay, Eddie thought, that was a valid reason. Still made him grumpy.

-Why would you do something that early in the morning?

-I take it you’re not a morning person?

Eddie huffed out a laugh.

-I’m barely a person before noon.

-lol. You doing anything later today?

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face and sighed.

-On the way to Chicago, we’ve got a concert tomorrow night

Eddie stared at the three little dots for what felt like forever before the message filled up his screen.

-Damn. I was really hoping you’d come with me when I went to visit the children’s hospital this afternoon. The kids would have been over the moon. But if you have a gig, that’s fine.

Eddie had the feeling that Steve was floundering on the other end of the phone.

-Yeah sorry. Being from Hawkins and considered the town freaks makes us not want to stick around. But you do you man.

-Yeah I hear that. My own experience with the town is pretty shit too. I feel I have to give back after being the little shit I was when I was in school.

Eddie paused. Yeah. He knew all about that.

-Making up for being the school bully the reason you did last night’s concert?

Eddie had finished packing all his shit up and patted his pockets, making sure his keys and wallet were still there by the time he got a response from Steve.

He opened the door when his phone trilled in his hand.

-In part, yeah. Calling kids queer or fag when you are bisexual is the worst kind of dick move I can think of.

Eddie slumped against the door frame staring at his phone.

Shit.

-You’re pulling my chain, right?

Suddenly his phone was ringing.

“Yeah?” Eddie answered.

“Hey,” Steve murmured. “I’m really not pulling your chain. I swear on it.”

“Holy shit, man,” Eddie said. “Who knows?”

“You, my parents, my agent, my manager, my record label,” Steve muttered.

“That’s why you’re parents wanted you committed, isn’t it?” Eddie asked.

Steve hummed. “They tried conversion therapy first. It’s where I met my best friend and manager, Robin. We escaped and she took over as my manager. My parents tried to sue the courts to say I was crazy, but when I told them that would have to say why they wanted me committed, they dropped it.”

“Fuck, man.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go. So if you still want to chat, text me, okay?”

“I’ve got to go, too,” Steve whispered. “I know you don’t have any reason not to tell anyone about me. About what I said. But...can it wait a year? My contract with my label will be up and it won’t matter after that.”

“What?” Eddie squeaked. “No, man. I’m not going to out you. Shit. You do you. Come out when you feel comfortable, okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Thank you. Drive safe.”

“Yeah, and tell those kiddies, Uncle Eddie says hello, k?”

Steve laughed. “Will do.”

They said their goodbyes and Eddie slipped into the elevator, feeling like his whole world had just bottomed out.

*

Eddie slept off his hangover in the tour bus. They were about half way to Chicago when he woke up.

“He lives!” Jeff said from the table where the rest of the band was playing cards.

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbled. He grabbed a water bottle and some aspirin. He swallowed the pills and came to sit next to Gareth.

“You still in denial about Pretty Boy Stevie?” Brian asked.

Eddie threw his head back and rested it on the back cushion. “I don’t even know anymore, man. I have this image of him in my head from high school and shit, I don’t know.”

“Well he’s certainly got us convinced he’s a pretty cool dude,” Jeff said. And began ticking off the reasons on his fingers. “He writes all his own music, plays guitar and piano, that arrangement of ‘Low Key in Love’ was bitching as hell, man. And that’s just the stuff I saw. That’s not even the stuff we were hearing from the people close to him.”

“Yeah,” Gareth agreed. “You can always tell the fakes from the real stand up dudes from how their people talk about them. The sound guy at the venue said Steve offered to give him a ride home, because his car broke down.”

“Even gave him money to get it fixed or replaced,” Jeff said.

“The night was filled with other stories like that,” Brian agreed. “It looks like he’s honestly trying to give back to the town. Which is amazing, by the way.”

Eddie sighed. “You guys were sophomores when Steve was still at Hawkins High, right?”

The three of them looked at each other at the strange non-sequitur.

“Yeah,” Gareth said. “So?”

Eddie licked his lips before pressing them together. “Did you ever run afoul the popular seniors’ group?”

Jeff scoffed. “No. We were too insignificant.”

“Lucky you,” Eddie dead panned.

“Oh shit,” Brian said. “You’re saying Steve bullied in at school?”

Eddie sighed. “Stood by and watched was more like, but yeah. The Kings were a good name for those assholes.”

“Fuck, man,” Jeff muttered.

They were silent for a moment before Brian looked up at him. “Did–did you ever meet Steve’s dad?”

Eddie scoffed. “Once, but I was too drunk to remember it. But from what I’ve been hearing lately, I want to reach down his throat and pull out his blackened shriveled heart out through his mouth.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Nah, that would be too good for the asshole.” He bit his lip. “I honestly don’t know how Steve survived let alone became as big as he is.”

Eddie frowned.

Jeff and Brian shared a glance.

“My older sister used to run with some of the cheerleaders when she was on the drill team,” Jeff said. “She was pretty sure Mr Harrington was beating him when he was in town. Which, admittedly wasn’t often, but it was enough that you could sense a pattern.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie whispered.

Gareth sighed. “We aren’t saying this to excuse what Steve did in high school but it seems to me that he was dealing with some shit you know?”

Eddie sighed. “Still is, apparently.”

They all stared at him in shock.

He half shrugged, tilting his head. “I don’t know, he’s told me some pretty heavy stuff. Like career ending stuff. He trusted me and I really don’t know what to do with that.”

“Sounds to me,” Gareth said, “like he’s trying to make amends but doesn’t know how.”

Eddie’s lip quivered. “I think I like him. Like a lot.”

“Well, you’ve got time I think,” Jeff said. “Deciding what to do with that. I mean we’re still on tour for the next two months and his manager, Robin was saying that Steve was getting ready to go into the studio for his last album. He’ll be in LA about the time of our last concert. If you still feel that way about him by then ask him out.”

Eddie blinked. “Yeah, okay.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14 Part 15  Part 16

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Awake My Soul • 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 4.2k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of injury, lots of talk of blood and me trying to be scientific and shit lol, some angst but also FLUFF? WHAT? Oh and then like a really really really bad cliffhanger lol woops :,)

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

Bucky held your hand the entire journey back to camp.

Which was good, because the closer you got, the heavier your feet became from all the dread rifling through your body. If Bucky noticed the fact that he was basically pulling you along, he didn’t say anything.

Not until you reached the Bog, and as the door inside the massive tree creaked open, he turned to you, hands moving to cradle your face.

“It’s going to be fine,” he insisted, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re family, sweetheart, and everyone in that camp loves you.”

You raised a brow. “Everyone?”

Instead of rolling his eyes - as he always did - Bucky just stared at you, a calm sea of cerulean gazing at you.

“Everyone,” he finally murmured, pulling you in for a chaste kiss. Your hands wrapped around his, thumbs stroking the backs of his palms.

“Fucking finally!” a shout came from the other side of the acidic water. You and Bucky turned your heads to find Yelena standing with her arms crossed in front of her, the most smug look on her face that you’d seen yet. “What’d I tell ya, Приятельница?”

Bucky looked back at you, confused, and you just shook your head, biting your bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“I’ll tell ya later.” Your chest moved up and down as you took a deep breath. “Alright, Beefcake, let’s get this over with.”

He nodded, jaw set as his hand interlaced back with yours.

“Everything is going to be okay,” he said. “And I’ll be by your side the entire time. You don’t ever have to go through this alone again, alright?”

You smiled as the overwhelming amount of anxiety coursing through you slowly eased to more tolerable levels, then walked into the tree, waiting to let go of Bucky’s hand until the last possible second as you climbed up the ladder to cross the Bog.

“Holy fucking shit,” Sarah breathed out, finally moving from her spot across the room toward you to further inspect the bite mark on your neck.

The whole scene had played out in an eerily similar way to the first time you came to Shield, everyone standing in an arc in front of you in the meeting room at the top center section of the middle building.

But this time, instead of feeling totally on your own, terrified to open up to total strangers, there was a lingering sense of peace as you finally revealed your deepest secret.

This time, a calloused, grounding hand was wrapped around yours, arm leaning against yours in support.

This time, you looked into the eyes of those you loved, their expressions less skeptical and more soft. Concerned.

Kate had started tearing up when you began your story with your time at Hydra, reaching for Lena’s hand by her side.

Yelena stayed skeptic, the only trace of emotion showing through her jaw as it clenched tighter and tighter the more you went on.

“And you’ve known for some time now?” Sam asked Bruce, not in a hostile way, but more inquisitive.

Bruce nodded. “I confronted Y/n about a week ago, but respected her request to tell you all when she was ready. We’re trying to find a way to make the compounds of her blood more….forgiving to other samples.

Sam nodded. “Do you think you can do it?”

Bruce turned to make eye contact with you and bobbed his chin down once before looking back to Sam. “I’m going to try my damned hardest.”

Sam looked at you, walking up to his sister’s side to check out the wound.

Bucky squeezed your hand.

“She saved my life,” he said, meeting Sam’s gaze. “She would have been able to escape, should have escaped,” you bumped your arm against his and he narrowed his eyes at you, the corners of his lips curving upward slightly, “but decided to put herself between me and the runner. I’d be a walking corpse right now if not for her.”

You smiled back, allowing yourself to be temporarily lost in his soft, comforting blue eyes.

“Regardless of my intentions, we’re back to the same place we were when I first arrived.” You looked across the room at everyone present: Pepper, Clint, Laura, Lena, Kate, Sarah, and Sam. “Now you know the full risk of me being here, how bad it would be if others found out my secret. If you want, I can go back on the run, and that way you never have to worry about my situation putting any of you in danger.”

“If she goes, I go,” Bucky added, and you whipped your head toward him again, completely ignoring the wide eyed expressions from the others. He nodded at you, face serious.

“Alright, alright,” Sam said, stepping back and crossing his arms in front of him. He looked to the group. “Last time, I made the call to let Y/n stay, but these are different circumstances, and I don’t feel comfortable speaking for everyone else.” He turned to you with a somber expression. “Let’s put it to a vote.”

You nodded, swallowing as your heartbeat quickened. Bucky shuffled on his feet, thumb tapping restlessly on your knuckle.

“With a raise of hands, those in favor of Y/n leaving?”

A beat passed. Then two. 

Not a single hand was raised, the only movement in the room was your hand as it squeezed Bucky’s again.

Sam turned to you with a smile, not even looking at the group as he spoke again. “All those in favor of Y/n staying?”

The tears you had been holding this whole meeting finally fell down your face as you watched each hand lift simultaneously. 

“Guess that’s that, then,” Sam said. “Looks like you both get to stay.” He gave Bucky a knowing look before patting him on the shoulder. He then pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you for saving him,” he whispered into your ear. “In more ways than one.”

Your smile widened and you looked from Sam to Bucky, ocean blue irises filled with contentment.

Bruce walked up to you, eyes on your neck. “We should get that looked at. It also might be good to draw some samples to see how your cells are reacting to a fresh bite-”

“Bruce,” Bucky cut in, voice low and jaw clenched.

The scientist’s mouth shut and he gave you an apologetic look. “Of course, only if you’re comfortable.”

Just as you were about to respond, you saw a blond head whiz by the gang and out the door.

Your heart constricted at the sight of Yelena storming off, and you gave Bucky and Bruce a small smile and nod before following her down the stairs and out of the building.

“Lena, wait!” you called, running to catch up with her as her steps slowed. Her face was hard when she turned around, and she crossed her arms in front of her.

God, please, you thought. Please don’t hate me.

“Look, I’m sorry-” you started, before your beloved Russian crushed you in an embrace, your sentence cutting off with an oof.

You fought against her stupidly strong arms to move yours around her, hugging your friend back.

It was silent for a few seconds, the two of you quietly clinging to each other.

When she finally pulled back, Yelena slapped your arm and you yelped.

“What the fuck was that for?” you asked incredulously.

“What wasn’t that for?” she scoffed. “Not telling me this secret, jumping onto a runner and putting your life in danger! The thought that I might have lost you if you didn’t have crazy zombie-proof blood or whatever.” Tears welled in her eyes and her bottom lip trembled.

“Hey,” you squeezed her arm. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m okay, Lena.”

She nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just,” her lips twisted to the side. “You’re my best friend. My sister. I can’t lose you.”

Now tears sprang to your eyes and you pulled her in for another hug. “You won't, I'm not going anywhere, ya hear?”

“You better not, Приятельница. Or I’ll kick your ass until you wish you could turn undead.”

You shoved her, and she shoved you back, the two of you giggling like a couple of lifelong friends.

“Beefcake, you have to let go of my hand or let me turn the page,” you giggled, twisting your head and kissing Bucky’s jaw.

He nodded. “One second, sweetheart, I think I missed a few spots.” He pulled your palm back to his lips, tightening his grip as you tried to pull away, both of you laughing.

You weren’t sure what to expect for your first watch after returning. If Bucky would want to go back to how everything was before the supply run.

So when you climbed up the tower, you looked at your corner and Bucky’s debating which side to sit at.

Not wanting to push boundaries or make him uncomfortable, you sat in your usual spot.

When he climbed up a few minutes later, Bucky didn’t even hesitate to move to your side, pulling you in for a kiss before adjusting your body so that he could hold you in his arms.

That was when you realized how stupid you were to doubt whatever was forming between the two of you.

To be fair, it might have been better for you to have kept to your separate corners, because then you might have actually been able to do your jobs efficiently, rather than getting lost in the softness of Bucky’s lips as they traveled from your temple to your collarbone, or Bucky’s eyes closing when you pulled down the collar of his shirt to kiss the jagged, black-veined scarring on his left shoulder.

You hadn’t been able to read more than a single page of a book in days.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to do this?” Bucky asked, fingers running along your arm. 

“What, harass me while I’m trying to work?” you replied sarcastically, followed by a yelp when his fingers moved to tickle your side. You tried to move away but he had an iron (or, in this case, vibranium) grip on you.

“Pretty sure I could do that no problem before, sweetheart. I meant this,” he said, kissing your ear. “Or this.” His metal arm gently squeezed around your middle. “Mainly just this.” He brought his hand back around yours, thumb stroking your skin. “I felt like I was going to burst into flames if I never got to know what this felt like.”

You bit your bottom lip, staring at the hand in yours. “It was the same for me. I truly thought I was going to go insane that first week, when I didn’t even have a book to use as a distraction and you had no interest in speaking to me.”

He groaned as you kissed his chin. “God, it was because I hated how badly I wanted to talk to you. I had so many dumb questions running around in my head and I knew if I started talking I would never want to stop. Your whole existence was so overwhelming to me.” Your brows furrows and his rose. “N-no, I mean in a good way, sweetheart,” he stammered, attempting to backtrack. “Like, I hated that there were years of us being alive and not knowing each other. I wanted to turn back time so I could have known you my whole life.”

Your expression softened to a small smile, and you rested on a hand to his cheek, pulling him in for a slow, chaste kiss.

“Well, Beefcake, what did you want to ask?”

He pondered that for a moment, twisting his head to kiss the palm of your hand. 

“What’s your favorite color?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That is what’s been plaguing you for months?”

He nodded, expression completely serious, but you saw the mischievous light in his eyes.

“Blue,” you replied. “You?”

“Green.” He kissed your nose. “Favorite movie?”

“Pride & Prejudice, the Keira Knightly one.”

“Lord of the Rings, extended edition.” Bucky kissed your temple. “Favorite flower?”

“Daylilies.”

“Roses. They remind me of my Ma.”

You felt your heart crack. “Is that why you have the tattoos?”

He nodded. “Dad used to bring a new bouquet of them home for her every week, so the house always smelled like ‘em. Ma used to say that no matter how sad or upset she was, roses could fix just about anything.” His eyes went to the ground, expression now a mixture between sheepish and sorrowful. “I guess this was just my attempt to hold onto that sentiment during a really shitty time.”

“Hey,” you murmured, resting a hand on his chest. He looked back at you. “I think that’s a beautiful way to remember your mom. And she would be so incredibly proud of the man you are today.”

Bucky’s nose twitched, and you saw a film of tears form over his eyes. “I don’t know about that, sweetheart.”

“I do, Buck. You’re the strongest, bravest, most kind-hearted man I know. You might also be a bit of a grumpy pants, but that just adds more character in my opinion.”

He kissed your temple. “I’m ignoring that last part.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true, bud.”

He pulled back, face scrunched. “Bud? Did you just bud me?”

Your eyes went wide and you gave him a sly grin. “What? You’re my best bud, Beefcake.”

Bucky groaned, his own devilish smile creeping up his face. “That’s it.” And then he attacked. Lips pressing against every square inch of your face, crushing you to him with a tight hold so there was no way to escape, you quietly yelping and laughing, trying to wiggle free.

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t trying as hard as you could to get out of his old.

“Alright, Bucky,” Bruce began as you sat down on one of the lab stools, “I know you’re here to support Y/n, but I’m wondering if you might be willing to help test a theory.”

It had been ten days since you had returned from the supply run, and Bruce had spent the first few of them tending to and sampling the new bite wound (with your consent, of course). Once he determined that it hadn’t changed the structure of your DNA, it was back to square one of regular testing, resuming your search for a cure for everyone and not just yourself.

Bucky’s brows furrowed, looking to you for insight. You just shrugged, not having any idea where this was going.

Bruce took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with his shirt. “I’ve been giving this some thought for a while, about needing to find a sort of neutralizing compound for your blood to make it less…”

“Murderous? Crazy? Freakish?” you cut in, earning an elbow to the arm from your beloved Beefcake.

The scientist pressed his lips into a thin line. “I was going to say efficient. The point of the serum was to wipe out any threatening blood cells, such as a super contagion that turns someone undead. Instead of only finding the toxic components in zombie blood, it's registering any blood that isn’t yours as toxic, destroying any trace of it at such a rapid rate that it doesn’t have time to recognize it as normal, healthy blood. I wondered if someone needed to be bitten first, and have the virus in their body before getting a dose of your blood.”

You shook your head. “Sorry, Doc, but Hydra already tried that and it didn’t work. My blood was already fucking everything up before it could even find zombie blood.”

He tapped his glasses against his thumb. “I figured that would be the case. The zombie virus is fast and aggressive, meaning a serum that fights it has to be even more so. But then I thought…” he looked at Bucky again, “what if someone had been bitten and got most of the virus out in time, but not all?”

The image of faint black veins along Bucky’s left shoulder made your breath hitch.

Bucky swallowed as realization set in. “You think my blood could work?”

Bruce shrugged. “It’s a theory we haven’t tried. If your blood still has small traces of the virus, or has mutated in some way because of what lingered after you were bitten, maybe Y/n’s blood will go after that.”

You and Bucky shared a skeptical look before turning back to Bruce. “So how will you test it? Put them in a bowl together and see what happened?”

“It’s called a petri dish, but yes.” Bruce put his glasses back on. “Only if you’re willing, Buck.”

Bucky shrugged. “If it helps you pull off your nerd science shit-” you slapped his arm and he giggled “-then I guess it’s worth a try.”

Bruce, ignoring the usual jab, grinned from ear to ear, nodding his head up and down excitedly. He gestured for Bucky to sit in the stool next to yours, grabbing his materials.

You felt Bucky kiss your shoulder when Bruce’s back was turned, and you looked to see him staring at you with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the cutest thing to ever exist, Beefcake?” you murmured softly.

He grinned before quickly shifting his face to a hard, stern expression. “Don’t tell anyone, Sweetheart. Gotta keep up appearances and all that.”

You scrunched your nose, bringing the boyish grin back which then caused your heart to flutter.

“If you two are all set,” Bruce interjected, and you both shot up straight, looking at him wide-eyed as if you had just been caught making out in an empty high school classroom or some ridiculous shit. The scientist’s brows were raised. “Let’s get started.”

He drew blood from both of you, placing them in their own vials. He poured a small bit of Bucky’s onto the dish.

Then, with one shared look with the two of you, he poured yours over it.

The room went completely silent as your eyes glued themselves to the dish, watching the samples mix together.

Your chest constricted when you saw it start to bubble, bracing yourself for it to turn black as Bruce’s sample did.

But then, something strange happened.

Instead of the entire sample turning black, you watched as small, black dots rose to the surface, sizzling away one by one until the blood settled, still in its normal red coloring.

Bucky’s hand interlaced with yours, holding on tightly and you released the breath you had apparently been holding this entire time.

Bruce looked at you two, mouth agape.

“Holy shit,” Bucky breathed out, a small, incredulous chuckle following.

The three of you stared at it for a few more seconds in silence, trying your best to grasp what this might mean.

It suddenly felt like the beginning of something. For you, for Shield, for the world.

The beginning of an end.

Bruce relieved the two of you shortly after that, saying that this was just the start of his testing. He still needed to study the components of this new sample, and see if he could pull from and manipulate it to create a new serum that could work to make everyone immune.

Though it was clear that you weren’t out of the woods yet, that there was still a long way to go, you and Bucky practically skipped out of the lab, wrapping your arms around each other once you got to the hallway.

Bucky gently pushed you against the wall, his smiling lips hovering over yours.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, breathless.

You nodded. “Overwhelming relief? As if five years of absolute shit might someday be over?”

He feigned confusion. “I was going to say I felt like kissing you senseless, but I guess your answer works, too.”

His lips crashed into yours before you had a chance to giggle, and he managed to achieve his goal with ease, his kiss becoming the only thing your senses could focus on. You tightened your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You gasped for air when he finally pulled back, lips swollen, head dizzy. 

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that,” you breathed.

Bucky’s bottom lip jut out in a pout. “You better not, Sweetheart. I know I sure as hell won’t.”

“Good.” You kissed him again. “Alright, Beefcake, I need to go before I’m late for Yelena and I get my ass kicked more than usual. See you at dinner?”

He leaned down to kiss your neck. “Don’t miss me too much,” he whispered in your ear.

You fought back the shiver shooting up your spine and rolled your eyes. “I’ll try not to.”

Your entire body screamed in pain as you walked out of the gym, and you debated skipping dinner and just sleeping the soreness off until watch.

As soon as you were outside, though, you found yourself walking further onto the grounds, soaking in the sunshine and inhaling the fresh air, a sigh leaving your lips at the feel of the gentle breeze hitting your sweat-covered skin.

Pepper, Laura, and Morgan were practicing archery with Kate over on one side, all turning to smile and wave as you passed.

Morgan turned back to the target and shot her arrow directly into the bullseye, and you beamed with pride as she jumped up and down, high fiving the women around her.

Before you could even notice, you had made it to the small memorial corner of camp, and for the first time since arriving, instead of turning around and walking back, you kept approaching. 

You walked up to the pine trees, pulling out one of your smaller daggers as you reached a stump that still had some empty spaces.

This was the one place you had not explored since arriving at SHIELD, unable to find the courage to acknowledge the many lives lost. It felt unfair that the people who were now your family had lost their own flesh and blood while you got to be here instead.

But you were here, and you were family, and you had lost your own loved ones.

They deserved to be remembered. To be honored.

You crouched down to the section of untouched bark, tears streaming down your face as you carved new names down the trunk.

Your parents.

The Eternals. Most of them, at least. It wasn’t until Sersi and Druig’s name were left that your blade shook over the surface of the tree.

They were dead. They had to be. There was no way they could have survived two years of captivity under the ruthlessness of Hydra.

….Though, you did.

You closed your eyes, silently pleading with the universe that they might still be alive. That you might someday see them again. 

It was a long shot. More than that, it was basically impossible that they were.

But that was just enough doubt for you to stand up, their names not present on the list of dead.

You took your time maneuvering through the trees, fingers gliding along the names that had been listed by the other Shield members.

Natasha Romanoff

Carol Danvers

Nick Fury

Phil Coulson

Tony Stark 

Rebecca Barnes

Your lips curved up in a small, sad smile as you stopped where Bucky’s family was listed, tracing over the letters of their names.

There was one final name at the top - just above Winnifred Barnes - that stopped you in your tracks.

Steve Rogers

Your whole body suddenly went cold, heart beating out of your chest, head growing foggy as a memory slammed into your brain.

Of a name listed on the white board in the lab you were held prisoner in, referenced in hushed whispers by the men assigned to torture you.

Rogers

Blue eyes, blond hair, large hands clutching tightly to your arms as the man you had only heard of in passing during your last few months at Hydra pleaded for you to run and never look back.

Holy fucking shit.

You kept your eyes glued on the name as you slowly stepped back, hands shaking.

Then, you turned, heading to the dorms in a full on sprint.

Bucky was sitting on his bed, focusing on his metal arm as he worked on cleaning out the various creases with a rag.

You stood at the door frame, gasping for air loudly enough for his head to shoot up, standing immediately and walking over to you with concern.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, hands going to your hips in support as if afraid you might fall over at any moment. 

To be fair, chances of that were pretty high right now.

“Bucky,” you rasped, throat suddenly dry. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” His eyes scanned over you in search of any kind of injury or anything else alarming.

You shook your head, grabbing his face till his eyes met yours.

A small sob escaped you, his eyes growing wider with concern.

You knew you had to speak the words rattling in your brain, threatening to consume you, but a part of you was terrified of what would happen next.

These words. These two, simple words, were about to change everything.

“Steve’s alive.” 

Chapter 11

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #zombie au #zombie apocalypse au #awake my soul #ams

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Lost Girl

Summary: Scarlet was left in charge of you, obviously it hasn't gone well and Wanda's just returned home

Words: 1,060

Warnings: 18+ even though its not that bad but yeah 18+, swearing errr not much else maybe an innuendo or two

"Wanda do you know where Y/n is?" Scarlet had walked through the whole house looking for you and came up empty, she was slightly worried, you've never been away from them for long "are you telling me you've lost Y/n?" Wanda glared at the witch in front of her as she entered the house "I left you alone for 4 hours? How do you lose a woman?!"

"you forget the cherish her?" She smirked a little making the brunette roll her eyes "you're not funny" she walked past Scarlet and made a beeline for your game room "did you check the game room?!" Wanda shouted behind her with the other witch running after her "that was the first place I checked!"

Wanda opened the door and immediately stepped back "Jesus she needs to clean this place theres food and energy drinks all over the floor!" Wanda started wondering around the room which you clearly weren't in but she felt compelled to start cleaning up "Wanda we don't have time for this! Our girlfriend is missing!"

"You're the one that lost her! You go looking for her while I burn everything in here"

Suddenly the door opened and the pair ran through the house to the door to see you standing there with a bag of food and a few new stuffies in your other hand "why are you guys so red? Did you play without me?? Because thats so not cool you know I like joining in, or at least watching so I can give Scar pointers"

Scarlet breathed a huge sigh of relief and fell to the floor "fuck me Y/n why did you run off?"

"I didn't run off, I clearly came into the office and said 'hey Scar I'm going out for McDonalds do you want anything and I'll be back in an hour" you closed the door behind you with your hips, since your hands were preoccupied, then Wanda took the bag of food from you placing it on the counter "I thought we agreed on no more junk food?" she said and you just shrugged "I felt like I deserved it"

Scarlet was still on the floor trying to calm herself down but raised her head to look at you "she's been in your gaming room"

The colour drained from your face knowing exactly what that meant "okayyy-"

Wanda shushed you and picked you up placing you on the counter "you told me you were keeping that room clean, now I don't like to pry so I trusted you to keep it clean, so why isn't it?"

You refused to say anything instead shrugging and lowering your head but Wanda wasn't having it "ah ah ah princess" she lifted your head up to look at her "now you're going to clean the room and make it spotless, and well in the mean time Scar and I will be enjoying ourselves without you, got it?"

The redhead on the floor finally lifted herself up and looked to Wanda "okay but like I'm meeting Nat in an hour for a little stealth mission thing so could we reschedule the "punishment fun" later or tomorrow if I'm too tired tonight?"

Wanda glared at the witch "I'm trying to punish her here and you're not helping"

"But Nat will kill me if I don't go, and she's as scary in this universe as she was in my own"

Wanda groaned "okay! Fine" she looked back at you "you don't get to cum for week"

You gasped "that isn't fair! All because my personal gaming room is a mess? I clean this whole house once a week doesn't that make up for anything??"

Wanda pretended to think about it for a little bit "nope! Now go on, clean the room while I make dinner"

You jumped off the counter but pointed to the bag of food "what about the McDonalds?"

"Scarlet can take it for her on Nat on the mission, you're having beef stew" she handed the bag to Scar "oh hell yeah! Nat will love it"

You jumped off of the counter mumbling to yourself and Wanda stopped you "if you clean I'll let you have ice cream later"

"Hmm okay then" you left without another word to go and clean leaving the witches alone.

"That was harsh Wands"

"I'll make it up to her later" Wanda took a burger out of the bag biting into it "this is good, shame she wont have it for a while"

Scarlet laughed "wow, and I thought I was evil, maybe you should have the black fingertips"

Wanda nodded "I don't think they'd go with my nails"

Both women talked for a while until a large shout got their attention, it was you, "what the hell was that?" Scar said but Wanda was already up the stairs to your room "Y/n what happened?!"

You were lay on the floor with your eyes closed "I saw a spider and collapsed, I can't continue on to clean with a spider around"

Wanda was flabbergasted "what in the fuck does that even mean?? You hang around with Peter and Nat"

You shrugged "and?"

"You aren't scared of spiders Y/n now get up and clean!" Wanda left the room leaving you groaning and getting up "its not even that bad"

Scarlet picked up a bag peering inside "this chicken is green and smells"

"Yeah okay I guess that's pretty gross" you agreed taking the bag from her and throwing it in the bin "go on and enjoy your mission"

Scarlet brought you into hug and kissed you "my love, you clean this room and I'll let you come with Nat and I on our next mission, okay?"

"Hell yeah! Do you think Wanda would let me?"

Scarlet laughed "no, no she won't but we won't tell her will we?"

You smirked "you're so sneaky babe"

"Yeah well, you already can't cum for a week what else could she do?"

You thought about it and yeah she couldn't do anything to you but Scar on the other hand "what if she does the same to you?"

The witch snorted "please, she wouldn't be able to stay away from me for more than a few days, I'm too irresistible"

"More like pestering" you mumbled and Scarlet just laughed "yes yes I am but you both love it"

#marvel #mcu #MCU #marvel imagine #marvel drabble #marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel au #the scarlet witch x reader x wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch x wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch x reader #the scarlet witch imagine #the scarlet witch

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Bloody knuckles gripping throat

Pairing: Ethan x Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: you make a mistake which really pisses off Ethan. Him and Vic both decide that you deserve a quick, post gig punishment 

word count: 2k

contents: SMUT, choking, spanking, rough sex, BLOOD KINK

author’s note: my attempt to go back to writing, please be nice to me 💗

Måsterlist | tåglist | my chapter story

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You stood backstage, watching their performance when suddenly a chill went down your spine. 

“Fuck…” you mumbled and bit your lip.

During their makeup, Ethan asked you to go to the sound guy, and tell him that something was off about Vic’s bass and his mics during rehearsals. As at every festival, there was absolutely no time, people were running around, trying to get outfits ready, spray hair, fix eyeliners and push them out on the stage at the perfect moment. You simply forgot. The sound guy was standing on the other side of the stage, convinced that everything would work just fine. 

The first notes of “La paura del buio” and…something was off. Ethan frowned, Vic looked at him, but they both kept playing. You felt the warmth in your cheeks and ears, your face was getting red. You were fucked. 

You’ve been their assistant for over six months, but with Vic and Ethan alone, you made a bit less conventional arrangement on top of your regular job. Both of them liked the rough play, and sometimes it was too risky and tiring to go out and find someone, whenever they were in the mood during the tour. One evening you three had a bit too much wine and one thing led to another. Since then, you were their toy, which they could use whenever and however they pleased. But it wasn't just about fun. You often helped them with frustration and anger, but it was never aimed at you before. Deep down, you knew it was soon about to change. 

Your racing heart muffled the rest of their performance. All you could think of is how much did you piss them off with your incompetence? They finished the last song, bowed and ran off the stage. They were all sweaty and half-naked, as usual during gigs in the middle of the summer. Thomas and Damiano walked past you, busy with their conversation. Vic put her bass away and clicked her tongue, sending you a dead stare as she slowly shook her head in disapproval. Before you had a chance to say anything, Ethan joined them as the last one. His chest was glistening from sweat, his eyeliner was a bit smudged. His dark eyes were pinned in you. You’ve never seen him this mad before. His usually soft expression was gone, replaced by coldness, disappointment and anger. 

“Come here.” He hissed, grabbed your arm and pushed you into the changing room. You stumbled and fell onto the couch. 

Vic followed and shut the door. She hooped on the makeup counter, with her legs spread wide, dangling from the table top. She leaned against the mirror and watched you with an expressionless face.

Ethan was towering over you, his hands resting on his hips. Only now you noticed that his knuckles were cut, and both of his hands were dripping dark blood. 

“Which part of ‘get this shit done’ you didn't understand?” He asked in a low voice, his nostrils flaring up.

“I'm really sorry…there was so much going on that…” he didn’t let you finish. He gripped your neck and lifted you up. You gasped as your airflow was cut off for a moment. He loosened his grip as you stood in front of him.

“I don't give a fuck. It ruined the whole performance. Damiano was off-key, and Thomas had to save guitars with his solos. It was pathetic and it’s all your fault.”

He was talking quietly, his lips were only inches from yours, and the tone of his voice indicated how angry he really was. There weren't many things you could do to annoy him. After all, Ethan was known for his calmness, even in the worst scenarios. But when it came to disappointing fans and ruining a gig they practised for so long?  You were scared to disobey him once again.

“It’s too late for anything now. The only thing you can do is make it up to us and take the punishment,” he smirked, watching your big eyes as you eagerly nodded. “Use your words, you dumb slut.” He hissed.

“Of course, I’ll try my best to make it up to you.” You mumbled.

“You better.” Vic scoffed.

Ethan pushed you down on your knees and looked at you. 

“So pathetic…look what I did to my hands, trying to save the gig.” 

You kept staring at his big, veiny hands, and the dark, fresh blood covering them. You swallowed hard. He knew you were not opposed to what was about to happen. You did it many times before.

“Clean them for Daddy.” He smirked down at you and moved his hand closer. 

You nodded with a smile and took his big hand in yours. You started with small licks, to which he hissed as you dragged the tip of your tongue over the wounded skin.

“Gently…” he mumbled in a raspy voice.

You kept kissing and licking his skin, before moving to his fingers. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, as you parted your lips, making his index finger disappear down your throat. You sucked on it slowly, watching him slowly lick his lips and frown. You let the finger go with a pop, and started sucking on another one. He gripped your hair and pulled you away. You sat back on your knees. Vic smirked at you, staring at your blood-stained lips.

“Seems like you're in the mood for sucking. I have something better for our whore.” Ethan grinned and unzipped his trousers. 

You gasped at the size of his already hardening cock, he gave himself a few strokes, before gripping your jaw.

“Open wide and make daddy proud.” 

He pushed deep inside your mouth, making you choke on him a little. He gripped your hair and immediately started moving his hips and grunting. You started moaning around him, feeling how hard he was and hearing his noises. Your panties were already wet. You felt the saliva dripping down your chin, as you tried your best to bob your head to the rhythm he showed you. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out, leaving you breathless and teary-eyed.

“You’re enjoying it a little too much.” 

He pulled you up and pushed you against the counter, bending you over the makeup table. You could see yourself in the big mirror you were facing. Right beside you was Vic, with her legs spread, and hand wandering over her inner thigh. 

“You won’t be able to sit for days when I’m done with you.” He mumbled and pulled down your jeans and your underwear. He kicked your legs apart and reached his hand to Vic. She spat on it and winked at you. Ethan spread her saliva over his cock and teased your entrance just for a moment.

“Dripping wet from all that sucking? Why am I not surprised? The only thing you're actually good for.” 

Ethan grabbed both your hips firmly and in one string push he entered your cunt. You screamed at the stretch, but only a few seconds later a wave of blissful pleasure filled you. He gripped your hair with one hand and yanked your head back,

“Look at yourself while I fuck you, look how pretty you look when you’re desperate for a cock.”

He sped up, fucking you with all his force, the room was filled with slapping and wet noises. You couldn’t stay quiet, even if you tried. He kept smacking your ass hard, leaving it all red and covered in his handprints. Your skin was stinging very badly, and tears started forming in your eyes. He gripped your throat and looked at your face in the mirror, thrusting his hips slower but definitely deeper than before.

“Oh I’m sorry, does it hurt? Did I do something wrong? Maybe now you’re gonna remember to always do what you're told?” He cooed, watching your eyes roll with his every thrust. Your cunt was stretched to its limits, tightly clenched around him. He pulled out, making your thighs shake.

“If you make Vic cum like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you finish” he smacked your red ass one last time, making you squeak from pain, and pushed you towards Vic.

“Hey, cutie,” Vic smirked and pulled you closer by your hand. She moved it closer to her lips and licked along your index and middle finger. “You know what mommy likes.” She parted her legs. Only now you noticed that she got rid of the underwear. 

You kissed her thighs, lifting the leather dress a bit higher. You moved your lips closer to her pretty pussy, before placing a kiss on her folds. She hummed and tangled her fingers in your hair. You sighed, letting out the warm air, directly on her clit. She bucked her hips forward, making you bury your face in her cunt. You knew what she liked and what she needed. You pushed the two fingers she licked inside her with ease, feeling how wet she was. Vic moaned and tugged your hair as you slowly sucked on her clit. You started curling your fingers and pushing them in and out faster, to match the rhythm of her hips. She was getting louder.

“Such a good girl, make mommy come…make mommy…”

Vic screamed and clenched her cunt around your fingers. You kept lapping on her folds until she came down and eased the grip on your hair.

“Good job, cucciola.” She smiled, stroking your cheek. Her face was pink and her eyes were still a little dreamy.

“I think we can let her have some fun now…” Ethan stepped closer and kicked your legs apart again. Your cunt twitched at the very idea of what was about to happen. 

“Yes, she deserved it.” Vic stroked your hair and dragged her hands lower to cup your tits. You bit your lip as she pinched your nipples.

Ethan pushed back in, picking up his pace from the moment he entered you. You screamed and wanted to rest your head against the desk, but Vic held your head up, looking into your eyes. 

“I want to see you cum, cucciola. I want to see how much you love his cock. You want daddy to cum inside you?” She cooed while holding your face. You incoherently mumbled, begging for him to go faster.

Ethan groaned loudly a few more times and came, slamming deep inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum. As you heard his moans, felt his twitching cock and the warmth spreading over you, you came with a scream, trying to keep looking at Vic’s face. Once you came down a little, he slipped out of you and kissed your back. Vic pecked your lips and smiled softly. 

“Fuck…” whispered, feeling your legs giving up. Ethan caught you before you collapsed. He carried you to the sofa and let you lay down with your head on his lap. Vic grabbed a wet towel and gently cleaned your body, leaving small kisses on every mark Ethan made. He kept stroking your hair, humming his favourite jazz song.

“You know that we’re not mad anymore? And that you’re not really stupid?” He asked with  a soft voice.

“I was hoping you forgave me.” You chuckled. 

“Of course, cucciola.” Vic kissed your tummy and smiled. 

Ethan lifted your chin so that you could look at his face.

“Just maybe listen more carefully next time, or at least pay more attention until your red ass heals a little.”

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[austinrrylover]

hey!! here’s a one-shot i wrote about austin butler bc im obsessed lol

I didn’t expect this. Sure I knew this movie was going to be a hit, but a ‘twelve minutes standing ovation at Cannes’ hit? Never in a million years.

I looked around, everybody smiling and clapping while the big screen was focusing on the cast of the best film of the night, Elvis. I couldn’t wait to get home, write down everything I thought, felt and saw in the previous two and a half hours.

Baz Luhrmann is possibly a genius. It was great to see all of the cast getting emotional and proudly accepting the loud applauds that filled the room. There were big cinema legends here and all of them were clapping for this one boy, man, I couldn’t take my eyes off.

How could I though? His performance was captivating, beautiful, sexy, accurate and overall award-worthy. Now he is standing two seat rows in front of me and I catch a little glimpse of his rosy cheeks when he looks at someone next to him. He is so different from here then he looks on the screen.

As I get more and more mesmerized by his beauty and talent the crowd starts to quiet down. Some people sit back to their seats and some take the exits, just as the star of the movie does. So I follow.

It’s fine I just want to ask him some questions, how cool would it be to have some exclusive interview with him next to my review of the movie. It most likely won’t happen but it’s worth a try.

It was worth a try, but it’s impossible. As soon as he is out the door he is surrended by interviewers, big actors congratulating him and some people most likely from his family. So I take some steps back and give up on this idea of mine, and walk back to the theatre, to watch the next movie coming up.

Hours pass, the movie ends. Cannes really knows how to get together a perfect selection of movies, because I’m actually really impressed by everything they are doing here.

Oh no.

I look to my right and notice a pair of familiar brown eyes.

It’s Jeffrey. Jeffrey Anderson. A really wealthy and famous producer who may or may not have a crush on me and doesn’t ever leave me alone. But he is coming up to me right now so, I gotta do what I gotta a do.

‘Hey Jeff.’ I say with a fake smile. Honestly, Jeff is a nice guy, knows how to do his job, but sometimes he’s a little much. And often doesn’t get the hint.

‘Stacy! Good to see you here, babe.’ He smiles and pulls me into a hug, which I don’t return, I just need to get out of this conversation, fast.

‘Yeah, same…’ I say. We small talk and somehow I’m able to get out of there with a little lie, even if this means I cannot watch the next movie coming up.

I take out my phone and open my notes app. I start writing words down, things I really, really have to use in my review, because suddenly I’m back to thinking about Elvis, the brilliance of this art that this movie is, it is hard to describe it with words. I make my way to the bar with my phone in my hand, fingers typing furiously, it’s like motivation suddenly corrupted my brain. I write phrases like ‘mesmerizing, magical, never been done before, beautiful—‘ and before I know it someone is bumping into me, spilling their drink all over my dress.

‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry!’ Says the gentle voice, and I look down on my dress. It’s completly drenched. Fuck. ‘Let me get some paper towels for you!’ Says the person who just spilled their champagne over me, and as I look up you recognize it is Olivia, the actress who played Priscilla in the movie.

And suddenly I’m not even mad about the dress anymore.

‘It’s okay.’ I smile. She smiles gently and goes over to the bartender, getting a couple of napkins.

‘Still, do you have anything you can change into? I have a blazer over there at my seat if you want to wear it.’ She apologizes while trying to soak up some champagne.

‘No, it really is fine! I have a jumper in my car.’ I lied. ‘I loved you in the movie by the way!’ I take my chance, now or never.

‘Thank you so much, I promise I’m not always this clumsy in real life.’ She chuckles.

‘I’m Anastasia,’ I reach for her hand. ‘But everyone calls me Stacy.’

‘Olivia, nice to meet you.’ She says. ‘Can I buy you a drink? I feel so terrible about this whole situation.’

A drink? And maybe talk? That would be perfect.

‘Only if you have time, it’s fine, really.’ I try to be polite but my heart is beating out of my chest.

‘No, I insist.’ She smiles and the two of us make our way to a bartender. We talk a little and I reveal myself to be a journalist, and Olivia offers me some of her insights on the film and how she got into the role while still talking about basic stuff and about the whole Cannes event. She is really good to talk to.

‘Hey, would you like to come and say hi to the rest of the crew? I think they are done with the big interviews.’ She smiles and I take a deep breath.

This would be such a big opportunity, and Olivia is so nice, she wouldn’t let me get uncomfortable.

‘Okay.’ I smile. This is the perfect opportunity. ‘Get yourself together,’ if I ask the right questions and talk to the right people I could get into circles I have always wanted to.

As I follow Olivia through the giant crowd I look down on myself. My dress looks so bad and I’m going to meet the big names of Hollywood in this. Great.

Olivia holds my hand and leads me into a room which was divided by a purple curtain, and as we walk through I see we are in a private room. Some bar-chairs all over the place and some gentle music is playing in the background, suddenly, I am nervous.

‘Baz!’ Olivia calls out. ‘This is Stacy,’ She tugs on my arm and I’m in front of the brilliant director of the movie.

‘Nice to meet you, Stacy. Did you like the film?’ Baz asks.

‘I loved it, you did a super great job!’ I smile and he chuckles, being proud of himself, as he should be.

‘It was Austin who did most of it, but thank you.’ He smiles and I suddenly feel a presence behind me.

‘That is not true.’ The voice says and I look behind me, and it is him.

Elvis— Austin.

‘Yeah it is, all that clapping was for you, darling.’ Baz says but I can’t even pay attention because I am so blinded by his aura and energy.

Suddenly Austin’s gaze leaves Baz, and he is looking in my eyes.

‘I don’t believe we met.’ He says in a really soothing, calm voice.

‘I don’t believe we have.’ I say, trying my hardest not to blush.

‘Austin Butler.’ He says and reaches for my hand.

‘Anastasia Dane.’ I say and I give him my hand, which is clearly shaking.

‘Nice to meet you, Anastasia.’ He smiles.

‘Stacy’s fine.’ I say.

‘Anastasia is beautiful.’ He says in a quiet voice.

Olivia suddenly appears with a glass of wine in her hand, giving it to me.

‘I spilled my drink all over her.’ She says to Austin who looks at me, his eyes going all the way up and down. ‘I can see that.’ He says and I blush, God this is embarrassing.

‘You didn’t even offer her something to cover up with?’ He turns to Olivia.

‘She did, but I’m fine.’ I smile reassuringly and he tilts his head slightly. He takes two steps forward before taking off his tux, leaving him only in a white shirt, the first button unbuttoned and the sleeves of it are rolled up to his elbows.

He is so close, draping the tux over my shoulders. ‘I don’t doubt that,’ Austin whispers.

Is he flirting with me?

‘So I hear you liked the film,’ he says, stepping away from me.

‘I did yes, it was amazing, can’t wait to rewatch it.’ I smile and he keeps eyeing me up and down.

‘I’m glad you liked it.’ He says and looks away, noticing a few people coming in from behind the curtain that we just walked across. ‘Be right back.’ He says with a smirk and leaves me there.

I take the opportunity to talk to Baz, and honestly he’s so intellectual but at the same time casual to talk to, he makes sure everybody in the conversation feels included. I get some stuff for my review and then I just stand there and listen to his captivating stories.

We talk for what seems like hours, and suddenly just like earlier I feel presence behind me, this time it’s closer, followed by a hand on the small of my back.

I turn my head, even though I knew fully well whose hand I have gently laying on me, and I see Austin locking eyes with Baz and listening to him talking with the same amazment as me.

‘No, I didn’t think that!’ He suddenly joins in on the conversation, making everybody chuckle. His hand never leaving my back and the way he is closer every second I can’t even focus on what everyone’s saying.

‘Stacy, did you notice that in that scene?’ Olivia smiles and I have no idea what they are talking about.

My face goes red and I keep avoiding eye contact, ‘Uhm… No, I-I guess I should’ve paid attention more.’ I stutter and Olivia smiles, continuing her story and I feel the hand leaving the small of my back to grip into my waist, and pull me just a little closer.

‘Guess you should’ve.’ Austin whispers, smirking a little and I blush once again.

He is flirting with me.

More and more people keep coming in from behind the curtain, and this family-type feeling is gone, suddenly everyone’s talking to different people and I’m left alone on a barchair.

‘Stacy!’ I hear from behind me.

Jeff.

‘Stacy! Hey!’ He says, and I can recongnize the alcohol in his voice.

‘Hi Jeff.’ I say with a little smile.

‘How’s my favourite girl?’ He says and stands right next to me. I feel uncomfortable with how he is standing so close and I just want this to be over.

‘I’m okay. Just finishing this.’ I smile and take a hold of my drink.

‘What happened to your dress?’ He asks, looking down on the huge stain.

‘It’s fine, someone spilled champagne over me.’ I tell him while trying to think of something that will save me from this misery.

‘You know,’ He leans closer. ‘I could take it off of you.’ He says and I lean away.

God this is embarrassing.

‘I—‘ I say when I suddenly feel somebody from the other side of me.

‘Hey, beautiful.’ I know that voice. ‘Everything alright?’ Austin.

‘Yeah uhm… Everything alright.’ I say, still leaning away from Jeff and leaning closer to Austin.

‘Hey, I’m Jeff, and old friend of Stacy here.’ Jeff says and extends his hand, while the other one squeezes my shoulder for a second. Austin catches the movement and extends his hand back.

‘Austin. Now if you will excuse us, I need to talk to Anastasia.’ Austin says and the hand on my back is back, him leading me away from Jeff.

We go to a small hallway and he lets go of me.

‘Thank you so much.’ I say with a sigh of relief.

‘For what?’ He asks with a smirk.

‘For saving me from this awkward situation.’ I say and he walks a little closer.

‘It’s nothing.’ He says and we stand there in silence. The hallway is dark and I can barely see his face with how close he is standing and how nothing’s lighting up his face, his handsome, pretty face.

He lifts his hand and gently puts his thumb on my forearm, carassing a little skin there.

‘I didn’t like him being so close to you.’ He says and woah. Woah.

What is happening?

‘Me neither.’ I manage to get words out.

‘I didn’t,’ He backs me up into the wall. ‘I didn’t like him touching you.’ He says and takes both of his hands to cage me into the wall, both of those hands on each side of my head.

‘Me neither.’ I say with a little smile, trying to play along, trying not to sound completly gone, trying to hide that I’m already so aroused by just this, and he didn’t even touch me yet.

‘Do you like, me touching you?’ He whispers and one of his hand leaves the wall, gently guiding his fingertips over my jawline.

His hands are so soft.

‘Yes.’ I say breathlessly, thank god he can’t see my red face in the dark.

‘Hm.’ He hums and softly moves his hand, touching my cheek, then my jawline once again, my neck, my collarbone and everything’s too much, I feel too hot, I raise my hands and get out of his tux that I’m wearing.

He smirks and leans closer and suddenly his lips are on my neck. My breathing quickens as soon as I feel his soft lips on my skin, I’m sure he can feel how my heart paced up.

He plants gentle kisses on my neck, then my jawline. I don’t know what to do with my hands and a sudden rush of bravery washes over me, grabbing his face in my hand and kissing him with force.

He takes one hand and puts it on my neck, while the other takes a hold of my hip, and with that we move into each other. While the kiss evolves into something more passionate Austin grabs me the side of my thigh, holding it up so our groins directly touch. His hand is under my dress, and I feel him moving his bulge into me. I moan at the contact, louder than I intended.

‘Fuck, should we get out of here?’ He says, pulling away from me.

‘Yes, please.’ I say and he takes a hold of my hand.

He leads me out of the hallway, and drops my hand when we get into the room. He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the crowded place, waving to Olivia and disappearing through the purple curtain.

He takes a left and we are suddenly at some kind of a backdoor, where there are cars waiting for people, Austin looks at one, then looks at me and goes to open the door to let me get in.

He tells the address of his hotel to the driver and throughout the journey his hand never leaves my thigh.

‘Can’t wait to get you alone.’ He leans closer and whispers in my ear.

I sigh breathlessly, trying to keep it together but it’s so hard to do so, so hard when he is so close, his breath on my neck, his shoulder touching mine while his hand creeps up my thigh.

‘Baby…’ He whispers and bites my earlobe and I quietly moan which makes him smirk.

The driver slows down and I know we are at the hotel. Austin gets out and extends his hand for me to take.

His hand is on the small of my back, this becomes like a routine for us, while he guides me to the elevator. Some other people get in, making us step back and standing directly in front of the back of the elevator.

I feel Austin’s hand going lower just a little, settling on my ass, not squeezing or groping, he just leaves it there.

The elevator stops on every level, and now I’m getting impatient, I need to get my hands on him, and I need him to get his hands on me. So out of desperation I lean closer to him, my head barely touching his chest. I feel his hand leaving my ass as he thightly grabs me by my waist.

And suddenly we are on our level. We excuse ourselves and get out before Austin is basically running towards the door. He gets out his keycard and looks at me, motioning me to come in.

He locks the door behind us and I look through the beautiful room, with the most beautiful view. As I look at the direction of the window Austin comes up from behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me.

‘You like?’ He asks, breath hitting my neck, chuckling.

‘I do.’ I smile and turn, finding myself pressed against his chest. I grab his shoulders and I press a gentle kiss on his inviting lips. He kisses back and I feel butterflies in my stomach because of how tender and sensual he is, it makes me want to never stop touching him.

The gentleness in long gone now, he holds me by my hip, backs me up into the kitchen counter, and starts to unbutton his shirt. I try to help him but I’m too preoccupied with the kisses and how when I open my eyes I see more and more of his skin on his chest so I pull away and start kissing him as more of his skin is revealed.

He chuckles and I unbutton the last two buttons on the shirt before kissing and licking his chest and stomach all over. He puts his hand into my hair to guide my head and I gently pull away from the counter I was pressed into so I can lower myself and get on my knees.

‘Fuck, Ana…’ He says and looking up at him, totally out of breath, shirtless, his hair messed up. It was definitely a sight to see.

I guide my finger on the line of his V-line and I reach the waistband of his pants and start to unbuckle his belt.

‘Fuck, you are so- so pretty, baby.’ Austin says as I struggle to open his belt, he reaches for my hair and holds it up for me.

Finally I successfully remove his pants and he steps out of them, standing there in only underwear. I put my lips on his bulge and I can feel him slightly moving his hips, he is eager. So I don’t waste any time, I need him so bad, I free his hardness.

I audibly swallow when I see it, right in front of my face, and I once again waste no time spitting in my hand and guide it up and down on him.

He groans and I take this as a sign to finally get my mouth on him. I kiss the tip and lick it from the base to the top all the way. He pulls on my hair at the sudden contact and I take him in my mouth as deep as I can, while he tugs on my hair a little harder. Not that I mind. I look up to him and I see him struggling to keep looking at me, his eyes rolling back, even throwing his head back. I continue to bob my head up and down before I feel him pulling my hair slightly upwards, making me pull off of him.

‘Stand up.’ He says and I feel heat all over mg body hearing him order me like that, so I do as he says. As soon as I’m up on my feet, he gently bends down and reaches for the bottom of my dress to pull it over my head. I’m now left in my dark red bra and panties, while Austin throws the stained dress aside. He picks me up and puts his hands firmly on my asscheeks and carries me to a room which, I suppose, is his bedroom.

He basically throws me onto the bed and I smile when he is crawling over me.

‘You are so beautiful.’ He says and looks at me up and down.

‘You too.’ I say and he smirks before lowering himself and coming in direct contact with my breasts which are still covered by the red lace. He kisses one gently.

‘So pretty. I wanna get my mouth on them so badly, can I, baby?’ He says and wouldn’t I be the biggest fool on Earth to say no to that.

‘Yes, please.’ He smirks and reaches under me to unhook my bra, freeing my boobs, my nipples already hard because of him.

‘I like it when you say that, darling.’ He says and I moan loudly when he attaches his lips, those perfect lips, on my goosebumps filled skin there.

‘You like that?’ He asks and sucks on my skin. I nod with my mouth gaping open, not being able to think because of the intense pleasure I’m receiving.

‘Answer me, sweetheart.’ He asks and looks up at me, stopping everything he was doing, I arch my back because of the lack of touch.

‘Yes, yes. Please.’ I say and I can tell by his smirk this is turning him on so much, but still fights the urge to keep kissing me.

‘Please, what? What do you want, tell me baby.’ He asks and his eyes are burning a hole into my forehead, his gaze is so strong and powerful and full of undivided attention, his gaze is something everyone who wants to feel loved and wanted should experience in their life.

‘I want you, Austin. I want you to fuck me.’ I say and his smirk falls before kissing me passionately on the lips.

‘Bold choice baby.’ He says and I smile as he kisses down my body, his hands wandering everywhere he can reach, squeezing my boobs then coming back up to put his hand around my throat.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so well, princess. Nobody has ever fucked you like this and nobody ever will.’ He stares into my soul and I can’t help but moan just at his words. Everything he does is arousing to me. ‘I love it when you are loud like that. Makes me want to never hear anything else again.’ I know I boosted his ego with the moans and the eagerness so I smile at his cocky behaviour change. He winks at me and I chuckle when he reaches down to slightly rub me through my red lace panties.

‘You are so wet, can’t wait to be inside you baby.’ He says and lowers himself on my body to tug down my panties. He does so and throws them away.

I take a sharp breath as he starts to kiss down my abdomen and uses one finger to rub the side of my thigh, to slightly hold me down. His kisses slow down the lower he gets and he is finally planting a kiss directly on my pussy. He takes his other hand and guides one finger down my folds before diving into me, his head between my thighs, licking up everything he can get. Pure ecstasy takes me over and as soon as he inserts even the tip of his finger into my hole, I grab a hold of his hair and I feel heat in my lower stomach.

‘Fuck, Austin.. I- I’m close.’ I say, which comes out as a whisper because my moans are too loud in comparison.

Austin doesn’t stop, he keeps lapping his tongue on my heat, his finger now fully in me, his other hand leaving my thigh and just gently rubbing my clit a little.

And that does the job for me. I grab his hair forcefully and I feel myself reaching my release while he still eats me throughout the course of my orgasm.

He comes up from in between my thighs. ‘What a sight to see, baby, all flushed and wet, just for me. For me.’ He says and comes up to kiss me, giving me just a little taste of what he has been devouring for the last few minutes.

‘Please fuck me.’ I say and I don’t have to ask him twice.

‘Who got you this turned on?’ He asks with a smile while reaching for the bedside table to get out a condom.

‘You, you Austin.’ I say as he slides the condom on himself and crawls back on top of me.

‘So pretty.’ He says and suddenly pushes into me and I scream. He throws his head back and starts to move in and out of me as I moan. He paces up and takes me by my knees to get a better angle, which feels so good, I’m not even sure that I’m thinking clearly anymore.

‘Fuck.’ He groans and I take his face in my hands to kiss him, which is so messy because of our rapid and rhythmless breathing and moans but it doesn’t matter.

I can feel him getting closer and closer and as he keeps hitting that spot in me, I feel closer too.

He suddenly grabs me by the waist and flips us over, pulling out in the process but settling me on his lap.

‘Sit on it baby.’ He says and just like that I do so, because he is back to his ordering self.

He moans and I start to move, the same pace he was fucking me just a minute ago. I bounce up and down and stop just a few times to grind into him. His hand stays on my thighs, sometimes goes behind to grope my ass, or slap it a little.

I feel his grab on my ass getting harder and harder and I know he is close.

‘You close, darling?’ He says and I nod as he takes one hand to grab one of my breasts before sitting up and once again being so close to each other. I put my head in the crook of his neck and he thrusts his hips up once and that is enough to send me over the edge.

‘Come for me, Ana.’ He whispers and I scream when I do so. He looks at me with his sexiest bedroom eyes and just like that he is throwing his head back and coming with me, joining me in this ecstasy.

He pulls out of me and sets me down on the bed. He wraps the condom and goes to which I assume is the bathroom, appearing with a shirt and a towel in his hand. He cleans me up and gives me a kiss on my lips.

‘I’m gonna go pee.’ I murmur with the shirt clutched in my hand and he nods while he searches for pants himself.

When I’m back, the curtains are down, just a little night lamp is brightening the room with mostly just dark brown furnitures. Austin is already half asleep in the bed and I’m not sure if he wants me to stay or not. Should I just go? I don’t have a pair of pants.

‘Stop staring.’ He murmurs in a really low voice and I chuckle.

‘Are you going to stand there or— did I not tire you out enough?’ He says and props himself up on his elbow while patting the blanket next to him.

I start to walk towards the bed and I sit down on it before laying down next to him.

‘You okay?’ He asks.

‘Of course. More than okay.’ I smile and turn towards him. He extends his hand and just touches my cheek lightly.

‘Good night, Ana.’ He says, reaching for the bedside lamp to turn it off.

‘Good night, Austin.’ I smile and he pulls me closer. I can’t help myself but to kiss him gently again.

‘Sleep baby, we will continue this in the morning.’ He whispers.

Well, I didn’t expect this.

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[camillemontespan]

forever and eternity [drake x camille AU] [chapter one: life goes on

@mvalentine​

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Stepping back into the writing pool and seeing what I can come up with..

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Drake Walker could remember the first time he saw her. In a cloud of smoke, their eyes had met and she sang her song to him. 

It had been in a basement bar. Drake had been sitting alone, nursing a glass of whisky, wishing his life could just end. 

He wasn't suicidal, no. He was just bored. Bored, alone and wondering what he was actually supposed to be living for.

Until he saw her.

She was standing on the little stage. A pianist was setting up to play behind her. With the microphone in front of her, she threw her shoulders back and exhaled. She looked nervous. 

'Good evening,' she breathed into the microphone. 'I hope you're having a fabulous time.'

Her voice was like caramel. Smooth, low and sweet.

She was wearing a silk gold dress that hugged her delicate curves. Her skin was like mocha and her hair was pulled back into a chignon, a more sophisticated style of a bygone era. Everything about her screamed elegance. 

She surveyed the room and that was when her eyes settled on Drake's.

He gave her a small nod.

She smiled softly and turned to the pianist.

'You ready, Bertrand?'

'Always darling,' the pianist replied. 

The audience - of which there were only about twenty people - chuckled and sipped their drinks.

'My name is Camille,' she told them. Her eyes lingered on Drake's. 'And I hope you enjoy the little songs I've prepared for you.' 

********** 

Drake woke up in a cold sweat. The bedsheets were tangled around him. Groaning, he managed to pull himself free and clambered out of the bed. He stumbled into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the light to survey himself in the mirror, wanting to calm down.

Why did he always dream of her? Why did he always dream of that night? 

She was gone. She was lost to him. 

Drake studied his face and looked for any signs of new wrinkles. None. He hadn't had new lines form in years. No grey hairs. Nothing.

It had been a long life.

He thought back to the dream he had just had. Or perhaps he should just call it reality? 

Because that moment in that bar had happened. He had seen the most beautiful woman, watched her sing and life, as always, had went on. 

Life goes on.

It did.

He hadn't seen Camille for 96 years. 

And yet Drake remained unchanged.

************

'I dreamt of her again.'

Drake waited for Leo to respond. But as usual, Leo poured him another drink and let out a sigh.

'You gotta get over her, man,' Leo said.

Drake smirked. 'Its been 96 years. I think the time to get over her has passed.'

Leo shook his head and poured himself a drink. He shouldn't drink on the job but in Leo's world, he was fucking immortal. He could do what he liked. He was 352 years old. 

He leaned across the bar and studied Drake. They had been friends for centuries. Leo knew everything about Drake.. or so he liked to think. But he had a feeling that Drake held a secret universe inside himself that he never let anyone into.

Except maybe Camille. That girl had a hell of a hold on him and Leo didn't know how that was possible. Drake had built a fortress around himself that kept him shielded from everyone he knew. Maybe it was this life that had made him do that. That made sense. But Camille had managed to knock that fortress down. Then she left and the walls were built back up, more solid than ever.

'Camille is a footnote,' Leo said, not bothering to sugar coat. 'You've lived all this time and only knew her a tiny fraction. If you had a normal life, she wouldn't have this hold on you.'

He knew he sounded like a dick. But that was only because Drake hadn't listened to him for the past 104 fucking years. Try being patient with that. 

Leo was different to Drake. He didn't mind being alone, if anything he preferred it. This life demanded no attachments and for Leo, that suited him just fine. He bedded women and didn't call them after. No responsibility.

The fact he moved around a lot and changed his identity every ten years meant nobody could stay with him anyway. 

Being 352 years old meant Leo had to be very careful. 

He had been born in a tiny country called Cordonia that now no longer existed. He had travelled the world, gathering riches, losing riches, loving women, leaving women behind. He left chaos in his wake and that was how Leo liked it.

Now he was a bartender working in New York, having lived this life for five years so far. In another five years, he would move onto the next city, the next identity. 

Leo was a nomad. 

Drake, however, was not. 

Drake didn't change his identity. He was always Drake Walker. 

***********

Drake Walker had been born in a tiny ramshackle cabin in Texas in 1845.

His father, Jackson, had died fighting at the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863. Father and son had fought together until the last.

Drake should have died with him. The stab wound to the chest was fatal. Anyone else would have died but Drake did not. He fell unconscious on the field by his dead father’s side and the world went dark. His heart stopped beating.

Ten minutes later, he woke up in a fit of terror. 

The wound had healed.

Drake returned home from the war changed. He couldn’t explain how he was alive. 

And now, 177 years later, Drake still couldn’t explain it. 

*********************

After Leo finished his shift at the bar, he demanded food. 

Drake found Leo to be like looking after an overgrown man child. He was energetic and unpredictable; Drake was the exact opposite. 

‘Let’s go get burgers,’ Leo cajoled Drake. ‘I’m craving a double cheeseburger with all the jalapenos.’ 

Drake rolled his eyes but went along with him.

The two of them had met fighting during the Battles of the Meuse-Argonne in 1918. They were in the same battalion. Leo, terrified out of his wits,  had taken a sip of Drake’s whiskey that he had kept in his hip flask.

‘This is hell,’ Leo had told him. ‘And I’ve seen hell.’

Drake grimaced. ‘You get used to it.’

Again, when Drake woke up from a fatal head wound, he found Leo slumped against one of their fellow soldiers and he was staring at him with wide eyes. Blood covered his tanned face and his blond hair was slicked back with blood.

A bullet wound had embedded itself in Leo’s neck, yet he was still alive. 

You… you’re like me....’ Leo croaked.

Drake and Leo stayed together after that. 

******************************

They found a booth and settled down. Leo swiped at the menu and decided he wanted the burger, loaded fries and a milkshake.

He went to the gym every day so he could eat what he wanted. But he knew he wasn’t going to die of heart failure. 

Drake was reading the menu when a shadow fell over their table. 

‘What can I get you guys?’ 

He looked up and instantly felt like his world was collapsing in on him.

The waitress standing at their table, who was staring at Drake in shock, was Camille.

She looked exactly as she had 96 years ago. Youthful. Beautiful. Unchanged. 

Drake could feel his heart hammering in his chest. She continued to stare at him, her eyes wide and terrified.

‘Camille?’

Leo looked between the two of them with an open mouth. ‘What the fuck…’

‘Camille?!’ Drake’s voice came out strangled. 

She stepped back. Her hands were shaking.

‘Drake, how… why..’

She dropped the menu on the floor. Tears were forming in her eyes and she looked like she was going to throw up. Before Drake could react, she turned on her heel and ran out of the diner. 

#drake walker x mc #drake walker #trr fanfic #drake x camille

[mayhemwrites]

fucking perfect

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway.

Zoya thinks Genya is perfect, and she hates her for it, until she doesn't.

read it on ao3 here! written for the AU roulette challenge, with the prompt "your job"

full fic under the cut - one-sided pining, enemies to lovers, modern au, 2431 words

But no. Knowing Zoya's history of being notoriously bad with kids, her dad had decided to hire a babysitter instead of leaving her alone with her dozen younger cousins, but of course he'd said she had to stay. It was experience, or something. It would be good for her to learn to take care of little kids, and to get used to spending time with her cousins. He isn't wrong, exactly. After the divorce, now that her dad is moving in with the rest of his family, she's going to be living with her cousins until she goes off to college. If she can even afford tuition, let alone accommodation.

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Zoya's evening is fucking ruined. It's her own fault. If she hadn't bitched so much about having to babysit her cousins while her dad went out with his siblings, he wouldn't have found an actual babysitter, and she wouldn't have to spend an evening with Genya fucking Safin.

So he's right. But that doesn't make it any less annoying that not only is the babysitter he's found in Zoya's grade, she's also one of the few people Zoya absolutely can't stand. (Maybe 'few' is an exaggeration, but she and Genya have never gotten along. Ever since freshman year, when they met.)

Zoya's sitting on the couch in her new house, not sulking exactly, but strongly considering it, when the doorbell rings.

Her uncle goes to answer it, and she hears Genya's voice coming from the front hall. She asks all the right questions, judging by how impressed he sounds. Things about bedtimes and dinner and what are the kids allowed to do?

Then her uncle, the goddamn traitor, he knows she doesn't like Genya - he shows her through to the sitting room.

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway. Genya waves and says hi, still with that perfect smile plastered onto her face, and Zoya rolls her eyes and says hi back.

Her uncle leaves the room, and a minute later Zoya hears the door slam. So, she's stuck with Genya until her family comes back, which won't be til midnight, or something.

Genya sits down next to her. "Hey! How are you?”

Can Genya please stop pretending like they don't hate each other? It's not like this is some kind of one-sided rivalry. Every time Zoya wants something - every single time - Genya gets there first. Team captains, best grades - you name it, Genya beats Zoya for it. Genya hadn't even played soccer before Zoya decided she wanted to try out.

(And, okay, maybe Zoya's not wholly blameless here - she hadn't been interested in theater before she'd heard that Genya was auditioning for the lead role in the spring musical sophomore year, but Genya got the role anyway, so it doesn't count.)

"Fine, I guess," she says sullenly.

Genya sighs. "Do you have a problem with me, or something?"

"No." She stands up abruptly. "You should probably meet the kids."

"Yeah, good idea! Will you introduce me?"

And it's not like Zoya can say no, not without sounding like a complete asshole. So she introduces Genya to all her cousins, and entirely unsurprisingly, they all adore her. Every single one of them. How does Genya do it? They barely put up with Zoya, and now they're all over a complete stranger.

Fucking hell. Perfect, lovable Genya Safin. (And Zoya's still not over the unfairness of those eyes. Seriously, gold eyes? Should not exist.)

Of course as soon as the kids are done being enamoured with Genya, they start begging for dinner, so Zoya perches on the kitchen counter and lets Genya cook because yet again: obviously perfect Genya can cook.

The kids run off to watch TV, and Zoya's left watching Genya cook. It's almost mesmerizing, in a way, watching her make spaghetti sauce from scratch.

"You want some?" Genya asks after a while, snapping Zoya out of her daze. "There's enough pasta that I could make some for us as well, or if you want I could get us takeout after your cousins are in bed."

"Yeah, I don't know if I trust you enough to eat what you make," she says harshly. "Just because you're in my house, and my family seems to adore you, doesn't make us friends."

Genya shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'm assuming that means you also don't trust whatever I order from UberEats?"

"Pretty much. I'll get my own dinner."

God. Sometimes she makes herself sick with how bitchy she can be. There's no question that Genya deserves her enmity, but… does she always have to be so harsh?

She jumps down from the counter and stalks off to her room. Why couldn't Genya have been busy or something? And she's going to get paid for being here, antagonizing Zoya all night.

Over the sound of music in her headphones, she hears Genya call the kids for dinner. She doesn't move, though. Let Genya be the beloved babysitter, and Zoya the unwelcome interloper. She knows where she's not wanted.

Time passes. Zoya's not counting. From experience, if she counts down the hours until her dad gets home, it'll only go by slower.

She hears the sound of kids' feet on the stairs, and rolls over in bed to look at her alarm clock. Half past eight. Definitely bedtime.

Then nothing. No noise at all. Holy shit, is that even possible? She takes her headphones off to listen closer. Yep, somehow, perfect Genya has managed to get all Zoya's cousins in bed with no fuss. It's a goddamn miracle.

She waits a few minutes before settling down with a book, pyjamas on. But of course, because this night just had to get worse, the minute she gets comfortable, there's a knock on her bedroom door.

"What?" she demands.

The door opens slightly, and Zoya sits up to see Genya poking her head in. "I just wanted to say that I know you don’t trust me, or whatever, but there are some leftovers in the kitchen if you wanted some. Or I can order food. I don’t mind."

Goddamn. It would be so much easier to hate Genya if she wasn’t so nice all the time.

"How’d you get the kids in bed so quick?" she asks, avoiding the offer Genya had made.

She laughs. "Oh, I played a game with them. Kids tend to have a lot of energy at bedtime, but you can divert that by getting them ready for bed and doing something energetic at the same time."

"Shit. That’s smart. I’ll, uh, tell their parents, I guess. I won’t say it was your idea."

"Why not? Afraid they’ll ask me to come back and babysit again?" Genya says, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

Zoya flushes. "Yes, actually."

"Really?" Genya takes a step into Zoya’s room, closing the door behind her. "Has it been that bad?"

She takes another step in.

"I just - I don’t want you here!" she says, then winces. Shit. If she’d woken up the kids -

Genya freezes.

"Oh. Is that really how you feel?"

Zoya’s never seen Genya cry. She’s not sure anybody ever has. She wasn’t aware Genya could cry. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but she’s never seen Genya express any kind of emotion at all. But she’s crying now.

Perfect Genya has tears running down her face from her perfect golden eyes.

Because of Zoya. Because of what Zoya said to her.

Shit.

She stands up and gets out of bed. Walks over to Genya.

What does she do now?

She tentatively rests a hand on Genya’s shoulder, but gets shrugged off immediately.

"If you don’t want me here, I won’t come back. Your family should be here in a few hours. We can stay out of each other’s way until then," Genya says, somehow holding it together enough to say all of that.

Zoya shakes her head. "That’s not what I meant - I mean, I did mean that, but I don’t think -"

What Genya’s suggesting is exactly what her plan had been up until that moment. But maybe that isn’t good enough. Maybe avoiding each other won’t fix this bitter hatred. Jealousy, Zoya supposes. She’s jealous of Genya.

"No, it’s fine. You hate me. I’m used to it," Genya says fiercely. "I just thought since I’m here, you could at least try to be civil and pretend like you don’t hate my guts for no good reason."

"No good reason?" Zoya spits incredulously. "Genya, I have every reason to hate you."

"Let’s hear them, then," Genya challenges. "Tell me why. I can handle it."

"You’re still fucking crying. I don’t think you can handle it."

"No, I want to know why you hate me when all I’ve done for the past three years is try to make you like me!" Genya blurts out, then claps a hand over her mouth.

What.

What the fuck.

"Huh."

"Nothing. Forget I said anything," Genya babbles, turning to leave. "This never happened."

Suddenly, things are starting to make a lot more sense.

Zoya walks out of her bedroom door. "Well, I’m going to go eat leftovers. If you want to stay there crying in my bedroom, go ahead. But if you want to actually talk about what you just said, you can come join me."

Genya follows her down the stairs, thank god. They walk in silence to the kitchen, where the bowl of pasta is still sitting on the countertop with a serving spoon in. Zoya grabs it and brings it over to the table, getting a couple of smaller spoons from the drawer as Genya sits down.

"So? Are we going to talk?"

"Uh. Do we have to?" Genya says nervously.

"Yeah, I think we’re long overdue for a talk."

"Then sure."

Zoya sighs. "Let’s start with what you said a minute ago. What do you mean that you’ve been trying to get me to like you?"

Genya blushes a deep crimson. "I mean that I’ve… been trying to impress you, I guess? This is awkward."

"Oh. Like. As in. Impress me how? And why?"

Maybe it says something that Zoya lost the ability to string a sentence together the moment Genya said that she wanted to impress her.

"Like, you liked soccer, so I signed up for soccer so I could be good at something you liked. Shit like that, I guess."

"Oh."

"I thought I was being so obvious that I liked you."

"Oh."

She laughs nervously. "Are you okay? You sound like you're having an existential crisis."

"I kind of am."

Genya rests one hand over Zoya's, and she almost jumps out of her skin.

Hm.

"I guess I wasn't as obvious as I thought?"

"No! I thought you were just trying to sabotage me with everything!" Zoya says wildly. "What do you mean you've liked me since freshman year?"

"I mean I've always liked you," Genya says with a shrug. "Your confidence. The way you don't take shit."

Is she dreaming? Did she fall asleep in bed or something?

"Hold on. Liked as in romantically?"

"Yes, Zoya," she sighs. "As in romantically. And I get it if that makes you hate me even more."

Zoya pauses. It would be so easy to break Genya's heart in this moment. She watches as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

But holy shit, Genya likes her.

When Zoya realized that the beautiful girl in her math class freshman year was actually a bitch, Genya liked her. When Zoya stormed out of soccer practice because Genya got picked as captain, Genya liked her - she'd been trying to impress her.

And, well, maybe when Zoya auditioned for Lydia in Beetlejuice in sophomore year because she knew Genya was, she'd been trying to impress her. Trying to somehow get closer to beautiful, perfect Genya.

Maybe it's not normal that she's always thinking about how unfairly gorgeous her supposed enemy is.

"It doesn't."

Genya looks up at Zoya, golden eyes brimming with tears. "You don't hate me more because of this?"

Zoya swallows her pride and meets Genya's eyes. She really is beautiful.

"Actually, I feel the same."

"You're lying to me," Genya says immediately. "This is some kind of revenge thing."

"No. Genya, I promise it isn't. I know I've given you no reason to trust me, but… I wouldn't say I liked you if I didn't. And I do. Like you, that is. The first thing I ever thought about you was that you were beautiful."

Genya frowns. "Just beautiful? Zoya, I don't want -"

"But you're more than beautiful. You're smart, you're bold and outspoken, you're talented, you're warm and friendly and just - you're fucking perfect, and I think I've been in love with you since the moment you walked into our math class freshman year." The words just spill out of her, and she can feel her cheeks getting redder as she goes on.

"Zoya."

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah, I know that now. Be my girlfriend anyway?"

Genya's breath catches. "Of course."

And so Zoya leans in to kiss her, but -

"Zoya? Miss Genya? I feel sick," comes a voice from down the hall, and they both spring back and jump up.

This time Zoya watches as Genya consoles her third-youngest cousin, Sumaiya, and gets her back to bed in record time. Genya might just be the best thing that ever happened to the whole Nabri family, and Zoya's definitely going to make sure she gets invited back as soon as possible.

When they've made sure all the kids are safely asleep, they go back downstairs to the sitting room and sit next to each other on the couch. It's been almost five hours since Genya got here - since Zoya was sat sulking on this exact couch.

"So where were we?" Zoya asks, keeping her voice low.

Genya smiles and blushes. "I don't know, why don't you show me?"

When Zoya leans forward and kisses Genya, this time there are no kids to interrupt. And when her family gets back, she's sorry to see Genya go. The only thing keeping her from clinging onto her and begging her not to leave is Genya's promise to plan a date.

A perfect first date for my perfect girlfriend, she'd said. And while Zoya doesn't necessarily agree that she's the perfect one in the relationship, she's definitely looking forward to seeing what kind of first date her perfect girlfriend is going to come up with.

#take a shot every time zoya calls genya perfect #(this fic isn't necessarily inspired by me having a crush on a pretty girl in my math class‚ but like...... maybe it is a little bit) #grishaverse #mayhem writes #zoya nazyalensky #genya safin #zoya x genya #is that a thing? is there a ship name? #auroulette2023 #shadow and bone

[what-if-nct]

Hey so uh… I think I’m going to relapse again… (CW // cutting, suicide)

I haven’t c*t myself in months, but I’m having the strong urge to do so.

I feel worthless and just disgusted in myself. No, no. I didn’t lose no nut november (or not yet at least), but something happened in college that left me traumatised.

So I had to go in by a special ed teacher since I had an assignment due today and I was struggling to get started. When I was finished, I was feeling hungry. Since it was 12pm, I decided to go to the lunch hall and checked if they had my safe foods (them being apple crumble and custard or a chicken burger) and as i was lining up, there was a staff member next to me that was asking for my lanyard. I had left it in my class, but couldn’t have the courage to even speak up, especially that it was someone I didn’t exactly know. Since I had been scolded for not wearing a lanyard, I decided to keep quiet in hopes that she would leave me alone and go about to her normal daily life. But as I was buying my food, I saw her standing right there and feeling uncomfortable in my stomach (like a tight feeling inside), I run off and went all the way from the 3rd floor to the 6th floor to the ALS hub room that I had kept open with a bin box in case something like this was to happen so I could walk in and just block the door as fast as I could.

There were about 3 (maybe up to 5) teachers standing outside trying to ask if they could come in as well as trying to open the door by using their card and pushing me slightly. Since this was a similar traumatising event from what happened to me at home involving the police (btw this is the reason why I’m afraid of police officers but plus the banging and the people who I trusted such as my dad helping them to open the door when I didn’t feel comfortable to), I got a flashback which triggered me so much that I had a literal panic attack that I was hyperventilating, my heart was pounding, my stomach was all over the place, I felt nauseous, it was horrible. And the teachers had the audacity to play it out as “it’s in the past now, let it go.”

Are you guys FUCKING retarded? (Pardon my language) They literally traumatised me to the point where I didn’t feel comfortable going downstairs to my mother’s car without a teacher I knew being present and they’re just playing it out as just a normal event that didn’t affect anyone. Yeah cool everyone is fine, but I’m literally until now trying to process what the fuck just happened and they just wanted me to move on with life.

This is what so many teachers do. They just invalidate that this is a very triggering and traumatising experience that I’m still until now reliving in my head. At this point, I don’t even feel comfortable going back to college on Monday anymore. In fact, I want to leave that place. This piece of shit place is a fucking joke and I don’t want to be in this foolery anymore. They don’t take into consideration that I’m struggling with mental health problems and barely have any emotional support that this was the main reason why I had been missing nearly every single class. It’s like they don’t have any fucking empathy of what I have to go through all the time.

Now I really do need to go back, but I’m too scared to go back inside. I think I need therapy to sort my fucking mind up. College is fucking me up, and they’re not even trying to help. If I get kicked out, I don’t even give a shit anymore. I would rather k*ll myself than to ever go to that college ever again. I’m gonna give them a bad reputation and if that includes embarrassing them in front of the school inspectors, then I’ll do just that.

Sorry about my rant. I just wanted to let it out since I had nobody to talk to properly. My mom would constantly get interrupted and distracted by phone calls and would ignore me until it’s finished.

— 🥋

Congratulations on going months without self harming. I know it's really hard not to relapse, also it sounds like you're self harm might be anxiety driven. So is mine. When you get to that breaking point, this is more of an emergency tactic but try to keep your hands busy rip up paper, or scribble on it till it rips, even picking at your nails or peeling stickers off something anything like that just in that heavy crashing moment til it wanes.

And it absolutely makes no sense that they don't listen to you and try to help make sure that you feel safe and understood. If you continuously have voiced how you're feeling there is no reason for them to replicating the actions that they know have traumatized you. And then to dismiss your feelings and how everything has impacted you. It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to endure that, you don't deserve that kind of treatment. Since you're saying your parents aren't really all that helpful. I wonder if there a way for you change or switch anything so you can be somewhere that will treat you better.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 12 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

I break at least five traffic laws on the way but we get back to Spring Lakes in record time.

There are only two cars on the street in front of Lagrange's shop, one of which is Julian's.

My front tire jumps the curb as I park behind it and I'm out of the car and dialing his number in seconds.

Just like the last ten times I'd tried, it goes to voicemail and I swear and hang up the instant the recorded message begins to play.

As I stride across the street towards the bicycle shop, a car door slams and quick steps approach at my back.

I turn to see that Ingrid has followed me.

"Grids, get back in the car. I don't have time for this."

"No way. You need backup."

Reaching the door, I try it but find it's locked.

The interior is dark except for a row of overhead lights and there's no sign of Julian or Halloran.

"I am the backup," I snap, examining the large windows on either side of the door.

"I don't need a backup dancer."

She crosses her arms and tsks at me.

"Are you being sexist right now? Because that sounded kinda sexist. What are you freaking out about, anyway? Just 'cause a rune sounded like Halloran's name and Julian looked at the guy?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

I cast about for a suitable glass-breaking implement and spot a golf-ball-sized stone near the base of an ornamental tree.

Snatching it up, I flex my arm for a throw but Ingrid lunges to catch my sleeve.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell are you doing? Isn't that like, a crime or something?"

I shake her off.

"Ingrid, I swear to God if you don't get back in the car..."

"You'll what? Spank me? You're not my father, Dane and yeah, I'm your little sister but I'm also a full-grown woman and just as much a Wolf as you are. Now stop being such an Alpha dick for a second and use your head. Can't you just call your cop-lady friend and have her let us in?"

I cross my arms and glower.

"Now who's being sexist? That 'cop-lady' is the chief of police and yes, she could send someone over but there's no time. Fastest response for a non-emergency is at least ten minutes."

She huffs and rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Gimme two minutes. Then you can smash things."

Before I can ask what she's talking about, she rummages in her purse and produces what appears to be a paper clip.

As she unbends the bit of wire, crouches in front of the door and works it into the lock, I realize two things... it's definitely a paperclip and Ingrid knows what she's doing.

She'd probably accuse me of double standards and she'd probably be right but in my mind there's a big difference between me committing a crime to rescue my mate and my little sister committing one to help me.

I'm about to tell her to stop... to set a good example and wait for the police after all... when the lock clicks and she lets out a triumphant

"Fuck, yeah."

It hasn't even been one minute, much less two.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" I ask. and she shrugs, dropping the abused paperclip back into her purse as she stands.

"School."

"Yeah. Right."

I rub the back of my neck and sigh.

"You're not gonna listen to me, are you?"

"Nope."

"All right. Stay behind me and stay quiet."

I push the door open and step into the shop.

"It's cold in here," Ingrid remarks, hugging herself as she follows me.

"What the fuck did I just say?" I hiss.

"If you're cold, then wait outside. Either way, shut up."

"Fine," she huffs but she says it in a whisper, at least.

The shop has two main areas... the primary sales floor and a back room for repairs.

The first is large and open and between the rows of bicycles hanging from racks or arranged on the floor, there's not much opportunity for concealment.

A glance is enough to tell we're alone.

The back room is smaller, with a mount for holding a bicycle, a workbench, tool chests and storage cabinets.

I sniff the air but detect nothing beyond the pungent odor of fresh rubber and compressed air.

Ingrid, though, wrinkles her nose.

"What is that smell?" she complains, having once again immediately forgotten the 'be quiet' rule.

"It's just the shop. Oil, grease, rubber. Stuff like that," I say, heading back into the main area and giving the space one more quick look.

She rolls her eyes at me.

"I know what bicycles smell like, Dane. I mean the other thing."

I sniff the air again and shake my head.

"What other thing?"

"That damp smell. Like a basement."

"This building doesn't have a basement," I say, pulling out my cell-phone again and considering my next move.

Coleridge will have Halloran's number and Vasquez might have some insight, too.

"I studied the floor plans when we were hired to look into the thefts."

"Well, it's coming from somewhere," she says, disregarding my other instruction and wandering off to explore on her own.

"Smells stronger over here."

"I don't smell anything," I say as I call Coleridge and head for the door.

"It's probably a leak or something. These building are old. Come on... maybe they went into one of the adjacent shops."

"Dane?" she calls.

I turn and see she hasn't followed me and is instead looking at something behind the sales counter.

"What?"

"I found the smell."

I start walking again.

"Ingrid, we don't have time for this. I'm..."

"Dane," she insists, stamping her foot and pointing at the ground, eyes wide as she looks up at me.

"They're not in another shop. Now get your head out of your ass for a second and come here."

Having gotten my attention at last, I end the call before it connects and join her.

Rounding the side of the sales counter, I find her standing over a rectangular hole in the floor.

The cold, dank-smelling air wafting from it is exactly as she described... like an old basement.

It's a smell I recognize from a childhood spent far north, where my Mom kept the root-cellar well-stocked with canned goods all year.

I'm not sure how I could have missed it before.

"Fuck. What in fuck is this?"

I swipe my hand across my mouth and stare down to where a set of narrow stone steps leads into the dark.

"I don't know," Ingrid says.

"Let's find out."

"Whoa."

I grab hold of her arm.

"No way are you coming with me down there."

"Are you kidding me? I got us in here and I found this thing. You obviously need my help."

Recognizing a losing battle, I give in.

"Fine. Just..."

"Stay behind you and stay quiet. Yeah, I got it."

"Then fucking listen this time."

As I descend the steps, a light flares over my left shoulder and I turn to see Ingrid angling her cell-phone in front of us.

The glare blinds me and I hiss a curse.

"Turn that off."

"Why? It's a flashlight."

"No, it's not."

I rummage in my pocket for the pen-sized one I keep on me for situations just like this.

"It's a lit flash. This is a flashlight. Honestly, your generation worries me sometimes."

"Yeah, yeah. You problem is you don't know how to use the one on your cell-phone, do you, old man?"

"Be quiet or I legit will remove you forcibly and lock you in my car."

She sticks her tongue out at me but thankfully says nothing more as we continue our descent.

[needmorelesbianlove]

Ryan and Becca

Work was exhausting today and I already know as soon as i get home Savannah, my room mate is going to make me change into something slutty and drag me out to our local lesbian bar. We are regulars there, so we see the same people. every. single. time. and im just not in the mood to get hit on by the same women over and over. As i walk on the front porch I hear No Hands by Waka Flocka blaring throughout our house. Another sign that told me she was ready to go out and act a fool

"RYAN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!! WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO GET HOME!" Savannah yells as she is passing me an old fashioned, already made and ready for me. She knows my love language.

"Ugh Sav, I had a dumb day at work and really just want to stay in." Which really means, I want to lay in bed, cuddled up with a book, and smoke a fat one. "Well we have company. So get upstairs, change into a cute fit and then you will be fine and want to go." "You're so annoying" I say as I roll my eyes and head up the stairs

The house is loud with music and chatter but I couldn't make out who they actually were. Savannah loves having people over, so honestly who knows. I close my door behind me, throw my bag down and start pulling things from my drawers. If I had it my way, I would wear sweats tonight. But Sav was too dressed up for that. Her cleavage was showing heavy with a black low vneck body suit on and her dirty blonde hair will loose curls. So I figured I should at least try to fit the vibe

I pull out some black jeans, put on a brown long sleeve body suit with the back cut out. Add some hoops, touch up my makeup and add red lip stick and head downstairs. Everyone was on the patio at this point. I can hear Sav and some others sing along to the rap playlist from 2016. I immediately see our old room mate, June. She moved out around 4 months ago and she now lives a couple hours away. "JUNE!! I didn't know you were coming in town!" I yell as i run up and hug her. "It was a last minute thing! But i brought some new friends with me and thought we could have a night out like old times!" Sav turns around and gives me another old fashioned. Shes planning something tonight.. two drinks? Usually im the one mixing everything up for us to pregame. "See, June came in town to see us and have fun with her friends! We wouldn't want her to leave without a good night out story" Sav says with the biggest puppy dog eyes. "Yeah yeah, but can we try and go to a new spot maybe? And not the same bar as always?" "Of course! But we have to show her friends our spot too." Sav moves out of the way and thats when i see her. A woman sitting in my favorite patio rocker, with black curly hair and green eyes. She's laughing and chatting with someone else I dont know, guessing one of Ju's friends. But my god, this girl is fucking HOT. She turns and we make eye contact as June goes to introduce me to everyone else. Two of our neighbors are here and June brought 3 friends into town with her. our house only has two bedrooms.. so im not sure where everyone is sleeping tonight. but hopefully if i play my cards right, the curly head will be with me.

"Ryan i need you to meet my new friends! this is Alice, Nikki and Becca!" Becca... oh Becca. the hottie with the hair. "Hey guys! its great to meet you all" I say, I can feel myself blushing. "Hey Ryan, im Becca and i have been told this is your favorite patio seat. let me get up so you can have it now!" "Oh thats okay!" I go to say as she gets up. Shes wearing black jeans, an over size cream colored shit, nikes and a gold chain. I am a sucker for a chain. She's standing next to me, and I look down at my drink thats almost empty. That went down quick. "Actually im going to go make another drink first! But please take the seat, I need someone else to agree with me that its the best seat in the house." she let out a laugh that sounded angelic. "I need a drink too, so ill join you." she said. We go in the kitchen, we are alone but the music is loud. I turn around to say something to her and catch her checking out my ass. My eyes go wide and i tilt my head to the side while I look at her. "Wow, I am so sorry." Now, she's blushing and awkwardly laughing. I walk over to the other side of the bar, and she follows. Leaning up against the bar right next to me with her arms folded across her chest. I look at her up and down and return my eye gaze to hers...

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[prerodinu]

"I told you not to like me." This wasn't his usual warning, this was something different, something far worse. "I told you again and again and you didn't fucking listen. So let me make it clear, we are not something and we won't ever be, so stop trying."

The swish of the fabric against her legs was normal, strange but normal. She had already worn many a ball gown or black tie event dress but this one felt different.

Fingers played with the earrings her mother gifted her, she was halfway down the steps, stopping herself on the second to last step when she froze, his voice passing over her.

Atlas was someone she enjoyed herself with. She found him to be interesting, strange, and maybe a bit fucked in the head but she didn't think she could do normal. Her past experiences with her ex if she could even call him, was strange.

She felt a flush riding over her skin, something heavy and ugly settling into her skin as her blue gaze moved toward him. She noticed he wasn't wearing the tux, which was delivered to his place that perfectly matched her dress with the light shimmering fabrics and color.

"I see you aren't wearing the tux I sent." It was an off-handed answer, she hadn't actually expected him to answer her. Which was fine because he never actually did. Her finger found the hole for the earring to go into as she listened to him. The words flipped something inside of her. The anger, the frustration, and something else that she wanted to latch onto her.

No.

She had given him enough of a chance, she was over this bullshit with him. This game that they were of playing. It was over.

"I have a feeling you find yourself the most important person in the room Atlas." She moved, fingers picking up the end of her dress as she came off the last step, heels clicking against the wood of her flooring. She wasn't going to come close to him, no, she was going to keep her distance.

She stood in front of him, arms poised in front of her holding onto the clutch that she was bringing with her. Her gaze was shuttered, cold in a way as she looked him up and down very slowly. As if she was taking her time to form her next words.

"Thinking back upon when you told me. I got it the first time Atlas, I got it every chance I slept with you in your bed. Every time you kissed me and told me after. Atlas I am pretty sure that is ingrained in my blood at that point and I am surprised you didn't carve it into my skin." She shrugged, moving herself and standing next to him like she was going to walk past him without saying a word.

"I would make sure that it isn't you who fell for me Atlas. It isn't you who decided that your words are more of a projection of what you are feeling. If you don't show up here tomorrow. I wouldn't be sad. I would move on with my life. Because you made it very clear I do not belong in yours." She leaned in taking one last inhale of his smell before she leaned her head to the side.

"How does it feel to once again be alone Atlas. To have fucked up so thoroughly that the one person you cared about, no longer wants you." She moved, leaving him standing there. Her magic flowed out of her, the birds moving over her skin fluttering to life as her magic swirled around her. Her fingers sparked against the door, making it might up a nice blue before she turned and glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Oh and be a dear for me, take your stuff when you leave and lock up. Thanks."

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