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my-heart-beat-for-anime · 8 months

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Jann Mardeborough x čtenář pt. 4

Pt.1,Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5

Everyone was saying that. That Jann will be a failure and that he can't win. However, I didn't believe it until I saw how it looks in real professional racing. It was crazy, I've never been more worried about Jann. The realization that he could collapse at any time and lose his life in the process scared me. Fortunately, none of that happened so far and Jann was getting to the front of the race. I was watching everything with bated breath when suddenly a gilded car pulled up. Earlier, Jack revealed to me that Nicholas Capa was driving that car, and from the context of what Jack told me, he wasn't a very good person. Suddenly, Capa's car started to run into Jann's, trying to push him off the track. Although Jann tried to resist the pressure, in the end the second car pushed him off the track. Fortunately, Jann recovered almost immediately but placed in one of the last places. For me, it was a success that Jann finished the race in good health. When Jann's car got back to the pit, Jack and I opened the door and started encouraging Jann.,, Jann, don't be sad, the big success is that you managed to reach the finish line and you didn't even finish last, you did amazing" I said when I caressed his cheek, but Jann gave me a sad smile and was about to leave for the trailers, but a certain voice stopped him. "Hey pretty girl, why waste your time on someone who doesn't even need it, wouldn't you rather be keeping company with a real competitor." I knew very well whose voice it belonged to even before I turned around. He was that cocky racer, leaning on his shiny car, with the most arrogant smile I've ever seen. He acted like the most sensible thing for me to do would be to push Jann away and jump into his arms. I wanted to start cursing him for what he thinks about himself and I felt Jann clench his hands, but before we could somehow start an argument, Jack intervened. "Leave her alone and you two come." Capa kept yelling at us but for the sake of all of us we ignored it. For the rest of the day I tried to encourage Janna and finally I succeeded.

The next few races were more or less the same. At Jack's request, I suggested Jann's training to make him as strong as possible and I also helped with motivation. For each lap completed, Jann received kisses and a bit of a cuddles so he charged into the next round with even more determination. Jack just always shook his head and secretly laughed at us. Unfortunately, it also happened that one of the journalists took a photo of us during one of the kisses and before we knew it we were on the cover of almost every tabloid magazine. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, a certain blond racer found out about it, and his innuendo became more personal and sexual. I was close to punching him a few times, but Jack and Danny mostly stopped me.

Unfortunately, Jann has not been able to get a license yet, and today was the last race when he could get it.

"So are you ready?" I asked Jann when he was about to get into the car. Jann, fully focused, just nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As soon as he pulled away, he put on his helmet and jumped into the car.

The race was going well, Jann made his way to the front until he ran into Capa and Schulin. He tried to pass between them but they both started to pick him up, I heard his scared voice from Jack's earpiece but he finally came up with the solution that he slowed down and then passed them both. I was so happy that she squealed and jumped. But my joy quickly passed when Capa rapidly increased his speed.

I only had time to think about what a fool he is to try such a speed. When I saw on the screen how he collided with the car that was in front of Jann. The cars overturned several times and were almost completely destroyed. I heard Jann's alarming voice, from what I understood, one of the tires broke the windshield. He was instructed by Jack to go to the depot to refuel. When he arrived everyone rushed to him and checked the car.,, Jann you are ok, nothing happened to you." I shouted over all the noise. Jann gave me a thumbs up and I breathed a sigh of relief. The accident was still showing on the screen and finally it was seeing the racers get out of the cars in good health. Capa was seen to push the medic away in anger and throw his helmet on the ground. How selfish can this man be, he could have just killed someone and instead he throws a tantrum like a child.

Meanwhile, Jann was back on track and doing very well. Now all he had to do was defend his coveted fourth place. Fortunately, he succeeded and thanks to this he obtained a license, which ensured his continued support. Jack and I rejoiced and hugged each other. When Jann finally arrived at the depot, he immediately started after Capa. They shouted at each other, luckily Jack and I, pulled Jann away.,, Just enjoy your victory and that sexy little thing while you can." Capa shouted. And just at that moment I had enough. I quickly turned and walked over to him. The man just laughs and he whistles before a slap lands on his face.,, Don't ever talk about me and Jann again and I would suggest you learn to treat people well you idiot." I said clearly and followed Jann and Jack.

If you have any idea about this or any other stor y I am opend to anything.

Take care of yourself and I love you.

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1000roughdrafts · 1 day

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another request here! could i please request a fic with pregnant!reader (writer's choice for which winchester brother is the dad!) where the three are en route to a new case and are in the middle of nowhere when reader goes into labor and ends up giving birth in the impala? 😊

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, swearing, canon-level arguing between the Winchesters

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Full disclosure, I've never given birth so please forgive anything that doesn't make sense lmao

Having spent the last few weeks on the road, case after case with no space from each other, I had to admit that the three of us were starting to go a little crazy. Sam and Dean had been at each other's throats over the pettiest things since my six month mark in this pregnancy.

Sam would yell at Dean to get his feet off our bed, and Dean would yell at Sam to lighten up. Or they'd argue about who takes what role in hunts. Tonight, I try to just ignore them to focus on packing, but it proves difficult when my name keeps getting brought into the mix.

"I said no, Dean! We're not taking the case," Sam growls, slamming his book shut. "It's at least a days drive from here, if not two and with Y/N so deep into this pregnancy," he lets out a breath, glancing over at me with wide eyes, as if the realization of my quickly approaching due date has just hit him. "I just don't think it's a good idea."

Dean tries to shake the frustration out of his body by punching a pile of clothes into his bag. He aggressively grips onto the next pile and looks up at Sam, face tight, "so we make a couple of stops along the way to make sure everything is alright," he chides with a shrug, the bag ripping slightly as he shoves that pile into it. "Damn it," he says under his breath.

Sam scoffs with a glare in his eyes, "do you even know how many hospitals we pass to get there? None! Not a damn one!"

Dean shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, "we'll take the scenic route then."

Frustrated, I raise my voice about theirs, "okay! Can you both please stop talking about me like I'm not here!" I shout, my voice shaking with anxiety. They both spin around, shock in their eyes as they meet mine, as if they completely forgot I was still in the room with them. Dean bows his head, "I should be allowed to have a say in this considering… oh, I don't know," I say, pretending to be amused, then raise my voice, "I'm carrying the baby! And I'll be damned if I spend the next 4 weeks of this fucking pregnancy being treated like I need to be bubble wrapped!"

"I'm just trying to protect you," Sam says sheepishly.

"And I'm telling you I don't need protection," I snap. His eyes widen, and head hangs slightly. He takes a few careful steps my way. Softening my voice, I add, "Sam, I'm tired of all the fighting, and I'm tired of being treated like I can't do anything for myself."

He lets out a long, almost unwilling, sigh of agreement. "I get it," he says softly. "I guess I wasn't thinking… we were… he-" he stutters, letting air bounce between his lips when he knows there's really only one thing he should be saying, "I'm sorry. You're right."

"Thank you," I sigh, ignoring Dean's smug smile.

"Oh, don't act like you're any better, Dean!" Sam sneers.

"Stop!" I say as Dean rolls his eyes. He grabs his bag to head for the door, muttering that he’ll be in the car before slamming the door shut behind him.

Sam scoffs, looking around the room with a blank stare. "He's been such a jerk lately," he says, looking back at me.

"He's probably just scared, Sam," I say, brushing the hair out of his face. "I mean, you know how he is. And our lives are about to drastically change. Who knows what hunting will look like when we have a child to take care of. I mean, life is already so dangerous for us, and now we have to protect something so defenseless. That’s terrifying."

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The cramping starts a few hours away from our destination when we stopped at a gas station for fuel and food. They were mild at first, going away as soon as they started, giving me a long enough break in between pangs to forget about the last.

"Okay, so apparently the victims all have missing hearts," Sam says in a long sigh, scrolling through news articles on his phone. He looks up with a puzzled expression, "we thinking werewolves?"

I grit my teeth as another pang hits. It's almost like I could feel every groove and line in the road. Clearing my throat, I add, "but it wasn't a full moon, was it?"

"No," Sam says in a soft whisper, "but maybe-" a shout rips through me from a cramp, interrupting Sam and he turns to look at me.

The last thing I see before clenching my eyes shut are Dean's eyes flashing back at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah," I lie, my breathy voice giving me away and I yell out again when Dean drives over a bump. I throw a hand to my belly, rubbing the area that hurts. But it's all hurting now, and then nothing again. I take quick breaths. Anxiety riddles me. Did something happen to my baby? I wonder. My eyes open and my heart just pounds.

Dean pulls the car off to the side of the road with a screech when I yell out again, my hand gripping tight to seat in front of me. The second the car has slowed enough, Sam jumps out to get into the backseat with me.

Dean uses the steering wheel to push from to turn my way, "what's happening? Are you okay?" Dean asks while Sam races to unbuckle my seat belt.

"Of course she's not okay, Dean!" Sam growls, his eyes full of worry. I can hear them bickering with “I told you so” and “yeah well if you’re so smart” in the distance. My ears ring, and I'm too tuned into the frogs croaking in the swaying trees.

A tight ache hits me again and my body jerks forwards as a scream lets itself out of me.

"I think the baby is coming," Sam whispers to Dean with wide eyes.

"No shit," Dean mutters, throwing his door open to come to the backseat. He opens the door, using it to prop up his arm as he looks in.

"No, no, no," I cry, shaking my head. "It's gotta be Braxton-Hicks, it has to be-" I plead, tears streaming down my face. "It's too soon," I say anxious as all hell until another wave of pain takes over, and Sam grabs my hands in his.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/N," Sam says, gently squeezing my hands. His eyes pan up to Dean, getting his attention, "we gotta get her pants off her," Sam says quietly, and I groan.

Dean rushes into action, taking my back in his arms to lay me down on the seat. Sam works fast to get my clothes removed, but slows when the ache hits again.

Sam’s eyes widen when he realizes how close we are to holding our baby, and he rushes to remove his jacket, placing it on the seat between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows, bringing my feet onto the seat to bend my knees and open my legs. Never in my twenty-nine years of life did I expect to be pregnant, let alone give birth in Dean’s car with the damn Winchester brothers delivering my baby, but here we are.

The cold hair nips at my naked skin, but it’s easy to push past the discomfort of that when it feels like a fucking fire was started on my lower half. Sam holds his hands on my thighs as he encourages me, reminding me to breathe and push. The irritability in me adds to the fire, and I want to tell him to shut up, but I don’t. I can’t see Dean, but I know he’s probably as scared as I feel right now, given how out in the open we are. He keeps a firm, but comforting hand on my shoulder as I push, offering words of encouragement here and there, his focus more on the world around us, scanning for danger.

Dropping my head against Dean’s arm, I let out a groan as I push, the pain almost unbearable now. I could feel the pressure and burning of each one, and after what feels like hours the pressure increases to the worst pain I’ve felt yet.

I squeeze Dean’s hand probably harder than I should have, but suddenly a weight feels like it’s been lifted from me, and I’m washed with relief of the sweet sound of my baby crying. My arms fail to hold me any longer and I fall back against Dean.

Sam chuckles as he holds our baby, wrapped up in his jacket, close to his chest. With Dean's help I'm able to sit up, still using him as a back rest.

"It's a girl," Sam says with a big smile, tears welling in his eyes. He hands her to me, and I'm overwhelmed with love, joy and exhaustion.

"Shh, shh," I coo before kissing her on her small forehead. "It's okay, we've got you," I whisper. Tears fill my eyes and I can't help but to sob as I look down at her beautiful face. I rock her in my arms, and her cries quickly calm, turning into whimpers. Tracing the features on her soft face I'm mesmerized at how beautiful she is.

Looking up at Sam, my tears continue to fall, but I wear a smile, "we just had a baby!" I say, almost in disbelief. I continue to rock her for a while, as if it were just me and her. Then I feel Dean's hand tap my arm.

I turn to look at his red eyes, then back at my baby, "do you wanna meet your uncle?" I say in a baby voice before looking up at Sam with a silent request to help me hand Dean our baby.

Dean strolls around the Impala to stand next to Sam, taking my daughter in his arms so carefully. He holds her tightly against his chest, eyes crinkling at the corners as he sways with her. He holds his hand over her head to protect her from the wind, bringing his lips down and plants a kiss on the top of her head. "Well, aren't you just a little cutie," he says, then looks over at Sam, "must not take after your daddy," he jokes. "Ha, ha, very funny," Sam says flatly, but smiles. Dean clears his throat after a pause, "do you know what you're gonna name her yet?" Dean asks, and I glance at Sam hesitantly. "Well, I was thinking Mary Y/M/N?" I suggest, and their jaws drop, but their faces light up. Sam takes a few steps towards me to kiss me hard. "It's perfect," Sam says.

~~~ A/N: Y/M/N = either your mom's name or whatever name you want to put here :)

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The Devil Finds Work for Idle Hands

Chapter 4 of Be My Guest here on AO3

In which Raphael gives Tav things to do so they stop driving him crazy, but that makes him mad instead. Also how to keep a nerd entertained for eternity so your dad can't have their soul.

Time stands still when you have nothing to do. That counts twice when you are stuck in the hells and the master of your house is busy waging war. Zariel is the first head to roll, naturally. Tav slips in and out of strategy meetings and asset calculations. But nobody heeds them - just a mortal ghost in a devil's house.

There are times, Tav wished Korrilla was still alive, even if they don't like her. But all mortal servants of Raphael were slain when his father raided the place. Bound to their master, they would fight to the end. Their wanderings bring Tav once again to the pool leading to the boudoir. They considered swimming but the pool is shallow, made for other activities entirely.

Tav tries writing to their friends, but what is there to say? Still in the House of Hope. Still nothing to do. Banned from the kitchen and wine cellar now. Nothing happens and they have nothing to relay. The ink slowly dries up in its well on their desk where empty parchment languishes.

It is a relief when the devil calls on them one day. "There will be belated a visitor from Helsik in the foyer," he says. "Make them leave, will you? I have no time to kill them."

Raphael doesn't have to ask twice. Tav brightens at the prospect and beams when he snaps their armour into existence around them. The heavy war hammer clunks to the ground and Tav picks it up easily. After giving it an experiments swing, as if it might be broken, they leave at a brisk pace.

They don't plan to nesessarily kill the intruder. But, they come from outside and they may be willing to talk. Tav wonders how long the cooperation between Helsik and Raphael stands. It makes sense that the devil knows who lets people into his abode. It makes sense for Helsik to save her own hide by ratting out everybody stupid enough to come here to the master of the house.

Before Tav can consider what that means for their own visit, they reach the foyer. A portal is slowly forming on the ground and Tav takes up position while it stabilises. They watch the dark abyss with longing. What if they just slipped out? How badly can Mephistopheles want their soul?

A humanoid figure comes through the portal and does the eye-wrenching feat of flipping upright through themselves so they come to stand in the foyer feet down. They look around carefully. A human, clad in sneaky leathers with short red hair and knives galore.

Tav bounces their feet against the wall of the platform they sit on. The soul pillar at their back hums quietly and they hope it is their imagination. The sound of their heel scraping against stone gets the intruder's attention who falls into a defensive stance immediately, scanning the room for more opponents.

"No worries," Tav calls. "I'm all the welcoming committee there is. You can relax"

The human lets they glance flit to the war hammer that leans causally next to the bench.

"Yeh, insurance, I call it. In case you're not in a talking mood. Look." Tav jumps of the platform and stands next to their weapon, hands out towards the intruder. "Raphael is at home, he is busy and unhappy. Count your blessings. Just go home."

"I paid solid gold for this opportunity," the voice is smooth and alluring. "And Helsik does not deal in returns. You understand that I cannot simply – leave."

"Alright, let's talk it through. I'm Tate." Tav didn't go as far as revealing their actual name or offering their hand. If this human returns to Faerûn, it might just be better if they know a little less than they think."

"You can call me Pinch." They look around, still suspecting a trap. "What can you offer to make this worth my while?"

"Your life, for starters." Tav smiles, revealing their teeth very slowly. It's been too long since last they played. "What did you expect to win by coming here?"

"Will you help me get it?" Pinch asks back.

"Maybe." Tav shrugs. "To me it doesn't really matter. You can talk, or you can try to fight your way past me and die. But me? I am bored. So I talk."

"What is even your job here if you are bored?" Pinch inches closer. "I can't think of any devil letting their servants go idle."

"I'm special that way. You know that some people do negotiate agreeable contracts, yes?"

"And you managed to do that." The reply comes slow, thoughtful. "Tell me: the trick to that is having something the devil actually wants. Something a little more exciting than your soul, isn't it?"

"It certainly helps. And devils often own things other devils would rather see in their own possession." Tav's mind races through the items in the archive. But most of them are of interest to other devils. Maybe shaking out which one it is, will help Raphael with his war. They smile and nod.

"You have me there." Pinch rocks back to his heels. "And you would know about important – items in Raphael's possession."

"His vaults are extensive, but I have a little insight. Also, not everybody in this place is – fond of their master." Tav tilts their head. "Help could be arranged."

"But not from you?"

"Oh, I am helping, am I not? You will leave with enough pointers to succeed. If I consider your quest entertaining enough."

"A chip of your master's block." Pinch snorts. "Well, where would I find his most treasured servant?"

"At his side?" Tav ventures.

"A hard place to pry them from, don't you think?"

"A worthy venture. Maybe being more specific will help me jog my brain where else they may be found if not attending to Raphael.

"I am looking for Tav, hero of Baldur's Gate."

It takes everything Tav has not to let their jaw drop. "Ah," they get out. "I see where you may run into trouble there. Yes."

"Raphael treasures nothing more than Tav," Pinch continues. "The heart of his collection, the crown jewel snatched from his father's grasp. You should hear him brag about that puny human. It might make you reconsider your standing – and loyalties."

Tav swallows hard.

"I know." Pinch draws their own conclusion. "It is always difficult to hear you are not as important as your devil says. Take it from me, Tate. You are nothing. Raphael will sacrifice you and half his house with a snap of his fingers if it means he can safe his favourite asset. But, I can take that problem off your hands."

Nodding numbly Tav tries to think, but their thoughts are tumbling haplessly, devouring themselves like a coiled, knotted snake with thirteen mouths. "I will help you." The words are short bursts of effort. "Their favourite, go to the boudoir. Raphael keeps an incubus there and they are not happy about their standing here either. Let them know you talked to me, that I sent you as much as one can."

"What am I to do with an incubus?" Pinch spits, disgust written over their face.

"Where the incubus is, Tav is often close by. Why not take full advantage of being Raphael's favourite by also taking advantage of the devil's favourite toy? The incubus will know where Tav is, or can even lure them."

Pinch doesn't move.

"You don’t believe me." Tav takes a deep breath. "Alright. We'll play it your way. I will take you to the boudoir myself. Pretend I caught you. I have authority to parade Raphael's prisoners about."

It takes some negotiation until they find a way that suits both Tav's need to look in charge and Pinches need not to be powerless. But finally they set off to the pounding of Tav's heart. As promised, nobody stops them and few spare them more than a glance.

The way to the boudoir seems never-ending. Tav can barely breathe by the time they round the pool. To their utter relief, Haarlep lounges on the bed, looking slightly bored. When the two humans enter, they perk up on the pillow.

"What have we here?" Haarlep's eyes rove over both figures. They pick up on Tav's desperation easily and beckon them closer with a languid gesture.

Tav releases Pinch and motions them on. "Go tell them what you want, Pinch. They are on our side."

Haarlep watches the human approach from hooded eyes, much more into the sheer desperation emanating from Tav. Their fear is delicious. "So, you want to annoy Raphael, I take it?" They address the other mortal.

"I have come for Tav, hero of Baldur's Gate," Pinch declares solemnly. "Tate said you can lure them here. I will send their soul to Mephistopheles and that will guarantee me a great deal."

"That it will indeed." Haarlep smiles hungrily. "How very clever of you to listen to Tate." He tastes the name like an exotic fruit. "But what will I get out of this, my dear Pinch. Something nice, maybe, something – pleasurable?" The incubus opens their legs invitingly.

"I-" Pinch stutters. They are revolted by the idea. On the other hand, Haarlep is an incubus and they stand close enough to fall under their spell. "What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing too dramatic. But something that requires a little privacy." Haarlep nods Tav out of the room and the paladin makes a show of their reluctance as they leave.

As soon as they turn their back, Tav closes their mind to the seductive voice rolling from behind the open curtains. They want to run, but only manage a brisk walk. Decorum, appearances. Tav flees into their room as fast as possible. There they sit down on the edge of their bed and breathe. Nothing else matters. Air goes in. The world tumbles. Air goes out. The room turns. Air goes in. Everything is danger. Air goes out. Walls collapse over them. Air goes in. Darkness falls. Air goes out, hands clutch at the head. Air goes in. Body curls up. Air goes out in a scream that never stops.

A hand descends on Tav's shoulder and the world falls silent. Haarlep looks down with a frown of concern that looks new to their features. They drop beside Tav, folding up like a knife on the too small furniture.

"Now that was interesting," they say.

"They came for me," Tav mumbles. "Abduct me, kill me, take my soul to Mephistopheles."

"A novel idea and not one I think poor Pinch came up with for himself. Our dear arch devil may be getting word out that he is open to deals that include your demise facilitated on the side of the client."

"How does he even know I'm here?" Tav wonders.

"Where else would you be?" Haarlep wraps an arm around Tav's shoulders. "You are not in Baldur's Gate, where by rights, you should be. An arch devil is after your soul and you were last seen bargaining him out of his son. Deduction?"

"I'm with the son," Tav concedes.

"Clever little mouse. I mean that," Haarlep adds when Tav sends them a glare. "Very smart to lure them to me. They were so reluctant. Disgusted with themself the whole time. I took my sweet while to savour every last drop of their life." The incubus licks their lips at the memory.

"He won't bother anybody again." Haarlep squeezes Tav's shoulder. "Oh, don't look so shocked. I promise never to show you their shape." They shake their head lost in memory. "Shouldn't have fought so hard. They fail so much grander when they do. Body and soul. I threw their husk over the balcony, so there are no traces left."

"Thank you." Tav sighs the words almost to soft to be heard as the tension drains from their body. They lean heavily against the incubus and close their eyes. "Thank you Haarlep."

"My pleasure," the incubus purrs. "Feel free to repeat this stunt."

"Won't Raphael object?"

"Who is going to tell him about it? Not me."

"I think, I will." Tav is surprised to find the words to be true. "I don't feel great about this repeating and having him know his father is not below sending people into his home-"

"He may get very, very angry," Haarlep cautions.

Tav doesn't say that that is kinda the point. Pinches tirade about how they are Raphael's favourite thing stings deeply contrasted with the life of neglect they lead. Maybe reminding the devil of their existence would help. It would at least grant Tav temporary attention. It was not the main reason of course. Attention from Raphael were not, what they were after.

Tav lets out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, but I will tell him. But, I will also suggest we keep dealing with the problem the way we did."

"Let me know how that goes." Haarlep stand up abruptly. They look down at Tav with narrow eyes. "And don't say I didn't warn you."

Tav watches them leave, fighting the rising feeling or emptiness and guilt. But they are doing the right thing. Haarlep may not like it. But what is that to them? Haarlep doesn't even like Raphael much. The incubus is exceedingly nice to them, yes, but they sure have their own agenda.

Tav rubs their temples. One day they will get to the bottom of Haarlep's agenda. But not today. Today they have to arrange a small conversation with the Master of the House under four eyes. Their heart beats faster at the prospect. Anxiety, no doubt.

Raphael is not immediately available. Something Tav didn't expect but they don't know how long they will endure under the nervous patter of their heart. They start the circuit around the Feats hall and don't stop until a heavy, red right hand stops them in their tracks. The Master of the House glares down at them, not a trace of Pinches accusations visible in his features.

"Come," Raphael drags Tav towards a balcony alcove overlooking the Feast Hall.

When they realise where they're headed, Tav baulks. They stop and refuse to give in to the devil's impatient tug. "Four eyes, Raphael, I mean it. Your ears only. This is sensitive."

The devil changes direction and opens the door to Tav's room. His cambion form towers in the small space that feels like a broom closet around his presence. "Then talk."

Tav swallows, trying to believe in the thief's words despite the utter lack of proof standing before them. "Your father sends people after me."

Raphael's wings flare swiping out until they fill the small space from wall to wall. "Does he now?" The words roll over Tav in an avalanche of spiked gravel.

"Maybe I should reword," the squeak hastily. "This may have been a little to – forward for what he does? He's not telling hunters to come. It's more," Tav hesitates. Raphael has not retracted his wings an inch and the golden corona in his black eyes is a furnace. "But it is an open secret that he views deals which include the client bringing about my demise very favourably."

The devil doesn't reply. His glower doesn't lessen and the breath coming form his nose seems to smoke in the slanted light from the window. "How do you know?" Each word is measured and tightly controlled.

"The intruder you sent me to intercept told me. Listen, I am bored here, you know that. Of course I talk when I get the chance. Also, I thought maybe I could just make him leave again." Tav wraps their arms around themself. "They came looking for me, to sweeten the pot for their deal with your father."

"Where are they now?" Raphael's question brooks no denial.

"Taken care off. I – I led them to Haarlep and they – disposed of them." Tav shudders in their flimsy embrace that offers neither comfort nor protection.

"Did they now." The devil folds his wings up in a slow threat. "Did. They. Now."

"Please!" Unthinking Tav reaches for him, wrapping a shaking hand around the devil's forearm. "Don't be mad at Haarlep. They only helped because I asked them to. It was the fastest way I could think off for getting rid of the thief."

Fire flares up in Raphael's eyes and Tav realises that their words only made things worse for the incubus. It was an explanation for Haarlep's unswerving support and kindness. To usurp a place in their live, their heart; to be closer than their master and be able to flaunt it. Tav bites their lip and tastes blood.

"Please," they repeat. "I know Haarlep lives to spite you and they seem to be doing a great job roping me in, but please. They helped me. Is it worse than me getting killed by the intruder?"

"You made your point." Raphael turns to leave.

"Please, Raphael," Tav calls as the devil's hand curls around the door handle. His head turns slowly to look back at the humans standing small in the middle of the room.

"For me," they beg.

The devil takes a slow breath in. "You will stay here until I return." When Tav opens their mouth to object, he adds: "For me."

Tav lowers their head in a beat nod. Then they sits down on their bed with hand between their knees. "I will wait here until you return."

The soft words are music in Raphael's ears. He leaves with a spring in his step that stems not solely from the prospect of laying hands on his traitorous incubus.

Tav stays behind. For a while they concentrate on calming down. Their whole body vibrates with worry and the urge to do something. But their fluttering heartbeat won't settle. A short burst of pacing shows Tav how small their room is. A cage they don't notice because the door is always open into a bigger cage.

But they cannot hate the gilded place right now. The arch devil, Mephistopheles himself, is after their soul. It probably makes for a good bargaining chip with his son in the oncoming war. Will it? Tav sits down at their desk heavily and buries their face in both hands. Raphael barely speaks to them. He spends his time on the war. Understandably. He worked his whole life towards ruling a hell. Now all nine are at his fingertips. Of course there is nothing more important in his life.

And yet. And yet. Tav rubs their eyes with the balls of the hands until the light behind them bursts as bright as Raphael's glare. Angry at the prospect to lose an asset? What were they even doing here? Nothing, that's what. The only thing they did was not die and fall into his father's hands. Many people managed that.

Tav tries to pace again. They try to exercise though every movement feels like a joke in the constricting space. In the end, Tav curls up under their blanket and resigns themself to watching the whirlwind of their thoughts and emotions until sleep claims them

Sleep is recalcitrant though. It weaves in and out of Tav's consciousness, leaving them unsure whether they slept or not. At some point, Tav gives up. They sit on the edge of their bed, head cupped in their hands and stare into the air. Time trickes by each second an audible beat.

Tav is just about ready to yield and put pen to paper if only to draw circles as proof that time passed when the door opens. Raphael strides in, throwing it close behind him with a bang that brings Tav's head up with a jerk.

"It is resolved," the devil booms. "And Haarlep is still in one piece."

Tav pulls up their shoulders. One piece can mean a lot of things and many are not happy. Still they nod.

"Why you care so much about them is beyond me-"

Tav interrupts him angrily. "Haarlep at least spends time with me," they snap. "They may be stupidly single-minded about what to do in those times, but they are amenable to alternatives. This is a horribly lonely place for a moral, Raphael. All those fiends bustling about on war business and none of them care if I get squashed underfoot.

"You think of Haarlep as a toy, but they are their own person. And as things currently stand, the only one who will show me attention or kindness. Of course I fucking care." Tav has to interrupt their tirade to breathe and finds themself standing mere inches from the devil, hands on their hips, chest puffed up as if about to lunge into a fist fight.

They take a careful step backwards. "But I won't expect you to understand that. You have your war, you distractions, you – toys. Go and play with them, Master of the House."

"Maybe you should consider that your attitude is highly unpleasant and that Haarlep is the only one who cannot run away."

Tav shuts their mouth. The obvious answer to that is that they are a lot more agreeable around everybody else. Which begs the question why they are angry at Raphael for reacting the way a sensible person would. "Noted," they bite out. "What now?"

"Follow me." He gestures out the door and Tav is past him within a moment. Even though it is the same house, the air smells fresher outside their room, wider, more free. They take a deep breath before turning to Raphael again.

The devil closes their door and leads them down towards the boudoir, resting one hand on the small of Tav's back. "I have reinstated my deal with Helsik, so we will know when visitors come. You will greet them."

"How-" Tav doesn't get further. The hand that doesn't currently burn a palm-shaped memory into their soul rises to shut them up.

"You will automatically armour up once a guest is detected. I do not expect to hear any grousing about the time of day or night. You wanted something to do; you get it."

Tav nods. They walk past the boudoir which surprises them. But their world is circling too tightly around the hand on their back for Tav to pay much attention.

"Yes, Haarlep will be you backup in case taking on the intruder on your own risks your life." Raphael interprets their gaze. "I would prefer not to involve them any more than absolutely necessary, though. If you think an intruder warrants interrogation, you knock them out. I hear you are good with that."

Tav's face flushes red at the memory. Raphael beaten on the floor of his foyer as they retreat back to Faerûn with the spoils of his coffers. They nod sheepishly.

"Good. You knock them out and you come to me." Raphael stops and turns Tav to face him. His eyes bore into theirs. "Is that clear?"

Tav nod, dazed by the intensity of his gaze. "I kill them," they croak. "If of interest, I knock them out and come to you."

"It seems we can understand each other." The devil inclines his head. Tav bites away a quip on who was doing the understanding here. "So I think this will be the end of you tantrum about boredom."

"There is nothing to do here." Tav shakes their head. "I think I might go mad."

"Oh, au contraire, my dear. I have just what you need." Raphael turns Tav around. They stand before the door left of the boudoir that led out onto a small balcony of the kind Tav’s room was before.

Now it opens into a huge library. Three stories of bookshelves stretch away into darkness. Tav picks their jaw off the floor. "Now that is new."

"Relatively," Raphael agrees. "But it should keep you entertained for a while, should it not?"

"I-" Tav breaks off. Before them lies what looks to be all books of Faerûn. How long does it take to read them all? Hopefully not longer than it takes Raphael to kill his father. "Yeah, that should do it."

"Good." The devil regards them for a moment. "And in case you want a different kind of – entertainment. Well." He gestures in the direction of the boudoir.

Tav nods, still mesmerised by the wealth of information before them. It takes willpower to drag their eyes away and look at their host. Raphael watches closely, arms crossed, weight on his heels.

"Thank you," Tav finally say. "I will make good use of it." Their short glance in the direction of the boudoir doe not escape Raphael. He turns away and leaves them to their newfound distractions.

Tav watches him leave. To make sure he is really gone, of course, nothing to do with the sight of his rear and the taut little dance his tail wags as he walks. When he rounds the corner, Tav exhales. They look longingly at the books but there is something they need to do first.

Haarlep was worried about telling Raphael and the devil did go off when he found out how the incubus was involved. Tav has to check on them. And if they are in pain or worse, they need to find a way to help.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #mel writes fanfic #be my guest #chapter 4

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wapat · 2 months

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Trying to understand the modern NDN

I show up to a party that's ahead of me by 3 days. It smells like piss and spilled coolers. There's 6 NDN's in there when I show up. The only source illuminating the space is the light above the oven. All the curtains closed as if trying to hide the shame of what is going on, the speaker so loud its drowning out the thoughts of how life is going for your people. Out of the 6, 4 are passed out. 2 are somewhat coherent- one keeps looking around with a 1000 yard stare, in the deepest part of the eyes you can see the spirit that can't make sense of what's going on. The other is babbling nonsense to the air "no you're crazy... hahaha.... they said they would be back, they said.". I grab the quarter bottle, probably belonged to one of those passed out. I take my first drink of a 4 dayer, because misery loves company.

How does a native cope with active colonialism? You get caught between wanting to fight like hell for what's right, or giving up entirely. Most choose the latter- getting into blind addiction, not wanting to think, not wanting to feel. Mistaking it for warmth and comfort from a harsh, arrogant, ignorant world. When in reality it just makes you numb. Easiest way to cope instead of fighting. I don't discriminate for those fighting addiction, I may not understand exactly what they are going through, but hey- me too. A moment of bliss or blacking out for 3 days feels better than being hurt or angry at the world for even a minute. Because in essence we don't want that for the world right? We want to love. We want to change things. We know what's best. That fight is in us, but that hope can be far from reach. Sometimes when we can't fight the system built to destroy us, we tear down our own brothers and sisters. Mocking them for being able to handle colonialism and actively stepping up, bettering themselves as individuals. It's like we look at their success as our failure. We don't look at it as building capacity within ourselves. Just another fucking way to show colonization is winning.

(Written 2020, crossed out 2023) I remember driving in my hometown, Bella Coola Valley. For work I went up Valley, to Stuix (Stuie on Canadian maps). On the drive I was talking to my fellow cousins (no relation). "Fucking white people" was repeated while driving by occupied houses sitting on unused farmland. The open fields dwarfed the 3 story houses that would put the local band office to shame. "Just sickens me, 2 of these properties are bigger than one of our reserves". "Welcome to tweedsmuir lodge" stands at the entrance of my ancestral inheritance. Some of these families up valley have been here for generations. Like for sure they oppressed mine kind of thing. Sure no one is at fault today. But they get to enjoy the spoils of what has happened? Fucking pricks. At the most there are 4 families living in one household on my reserve while there are fields of unused land. What are they doing to alleviate the injustices of past mistakes? Maybe once they do that I'll stop saying "fucking white people". Until then I have a right to my anger, my hatred, my hurt.

(2023) No. There is a better way to move forward than complete hatred- A reasonable amount of anger is a given. Healing takes both sides, and creator knows we are trying to show up. Against all odds, we are trying ❤️

-Wapat (flowers in his hands)

#indigenous #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic #writers and poets #poetscommunity #landback #first nations #addiction awareness #healing #alcoholawareness #native poet #native writers #indigenous writer

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lcandothisallday · 1 year

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blurb night✨ (open)

kinda bored and willing to write short blurbs/concepts for jack harlow and auston matthews (no urban tonight😅) PLS YALL REQUEST FOR AUSTON IM DESPERATE

for context, i don’t write explicit smut and my reader is typically always female as that is what im most comfortable writing. and let’s keep this a fun night so no mental health related angst cos im in a good mood at the moment LOL

SELECT FROM THE BELOW OPTIONS and give me the context you would like:) ex. fluff, angst, trope, etc.

1. "I can't stop thinking about you, even though I know we can't be together."

2. "You're the only one who understands me, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

3. "I love you more than anything, but I don't know if I can trust you again."

4. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, I want to be with you no matter what."

5. “The best and worst thing about you is that mouth of yours.”

6. "I don't know how to tell you that I need you without sounding needy."

7. "I'm scared of what will happen if we keep going down this path, but I can't help myself."

8. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I don't want to let you go."

9. "I don't know how to deal with the pain of betrayal from someone I trusted."

10. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm not enough, but I don't know how to change."

11. "You're the missing piece of my heart, and I don't want to live without you."

12. "I thought I had everything I wanted, but then I met you and everything changed."

13. "I know I messed up, but I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

14. "I'm not perfect, but I'll always be here for you no matter what."

15. "I never believed in love until I met you, and now I can't imagine my life without you."

16. "I want to take things slow, but it's hard when all I can think about is you."

17. "I know we have a lot of obstacles to overcome, but I believe in us."

18. "You drive me crazy, but I can't help the way I feel about you."

19. "I'm not sure if we're meant to be together, but I'm willing to try."

20. "I never knew love could hurt this much, but I can't stop loving you."

21. "I don't want anyone else, I only want you."

22. "I don't know what the future holds, but I know I want you in it."

23. "I wish things were different, but I can't change the way I feel about you."

24. "You make me feel alive, and I can't imagine my life without you."

25. "I know we're taking a risk, but I'm willing to take it for you."

26. "I've been hurt before, but I'm willing to open my heart to you."

27. "I don't know what the future holds, but I know I want to spend it with you."

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #blurb night #auston matthews #auston matthews x reader #am34 #auston matthews fluff #auston matthews imagine #nhl x reader #nhl players #toronto maple leafs

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skinandruins · 1 year

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LIVING DEAD GIRL 4

frank castle x reader, minor dni

chapter three

They sit out on the pavement. Frank leans his arms on his knees, she's tucked up beside him thighs up against her chest smoke clouding around her.

“Scaring her didn't work, what are we gonna do now? “ she turns to him as he sips the coffee.

She flicks the ash to the side of her. Running fingers through the knots of her hair.

“Am I really deranged?” she mutters hurt. Frank looks at her.

“Com’on ur asking the man who’s gunned down hundred of men on his own free will, yeah you're crazy maybe in a good way”

“Awe in a good way huh” she jabs his side and he smirks, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. He looks away silently.

“So are we gonna share a bed or are you gonna sleep on the floor…?”

—----

They lie separately, franks body straight as she curls into the wall her hands tucked into her chest as if she’s cradling herself, she's already asleep and frank lies awake restless, he's already tried not moving for minutes , then trying to tenses his body into relaxations but her still can't keep the thought of what ‘Rachael?’ said in his head “deranged druggie girlfriend”

He’s hooked on “girlfriend” . He wishes he was appalled, he hated her so much months ago , there was an un needing urge to kill and destroy, but now he feels empty?

There's something about her that draws him in, she looks innocent but deadly to touch.

She is the epitome of ‘look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it’ yet her venom draws him in, her struggles, the smiles while she fights , how the flirty comments made him feel all those months ago.

He struggles to find the words, he is drawn to her. She still hasn't uttered a word about that day, the one when he pulled her into his apartment and it plagues his mind in his restless stirring.

4 months ago He stands still, facing in the direction she went off. fucking bitch , always getting away. He charges after her, heavy boots stomping to meet her. Head tilting like a dog her lips pouting. She already knew. His hand grabs her arm pulling her towards the door. Her feet faltered behind his. The door closes sharply once more and her body is slammed against the heavy metal door. He closes in like a predator watching his prey, her doe eyes faltering now half shut as her eyes meet his. Her face is cold and she looks like a siren, pulling his energy towards her. “ So shy now” he smirks looking away and looking back into her eyes “ always flirting but now your pinned to a door you can't mutter a word,Like a fucking dog , all bark and no bite” She smiles, his hand in a bruising grip on her waist, his face pressed against hers.he smells death, still stained into her skin and his body wash . One hand wraps around her wrists into a seizing grip, the other pulls itself from her waist to meet her neck pulling her shin up to get a better look at her face. “Are you gonna kiss me or kill me Frankie because i can’t keep going on like this” her lips are pursed questioning his motives of ripping her away from her escape. He hinders before driving his lips upon hers, their chapped and he tastes the burning whisky that marks her lips. They move together quickly and her legs wrap around his waist, his thick hands moving to cup her ass before moving her over to the wooden table he gropes her body slowly before she pauses, breaking away. She hears it before him. He tries to meet her lips again but her hand is placed firmly on his chest, he feels hurt? ruined? There's a plummeting knock at the door that stops her trance. Frank's clouded eyes pull away from hers and they join at the door. “Expecting anyone?” He shakes his head. And the panic begins. “Think it's best we leave then” Her heart's racing and begins to question everything over the last few months flirting with the comments and the brutal killing. ------

She awakes groggy in the morning, her legs half of the bed as Frank stretches wide. She pulls on shoes and a jacket. Sliding a cigarette between her teeth, before slipping out the door with some change , she wanders out to the vending machine, settling for a coke and a granola breakfast bar . Her cigarette is lit and by the time she's back franks leaning against the window with two steaming cups of coffee he hands her one, its creamy and sugary just how she takes it , she drops to the pavement and he follows suit.

“How are we gonna deal with her then?”

“Think i need Madani to help out , get her someone safe and go after them”

She nods in agreement sipping on the coffee.

“So we packin’ up today?”

He nods.

“Thinks she's gonna come willingly?”

“She better be if she thinks she gonna come back alive”

—---

The journey from Chicago to New York was long winded, Frank split it up to 6 hours on the road each day, she was groggy and tired constantly, Racheal or Amy as she told them, muttered on about letting her go at every stop they passed by, she was stuck in the middle of them “frank almost thought about putting her in the boot, but the hours passed quickly when she had her headphones in.

Madani’s home was nice, actually it was perfect; a plush sofa to lay on, the fridge full of amazing food and her wardrobe was fucking huge she could stay here forever. In Fact she wasn't the only one completely comfortable in her house, when she and Frank had come home, the apartment was a mess , take out boxes and random packages laid everywhere, she sat on her brand new purple laptop, it wasn't hard to figure out that Amy had taken her card. She had given Frank a whole bag of clothing and now sat on the kitchen counter wolfing down a slice of pizza.

“Got something for you too” she passes the bag to her. There's a bow at the top and the item is covered in pink paper to hide the contents. There's three items in the bag, the first is a pair of black cargo trousers totally not her style but she figured she could wear them for fighting allowing her dresses to stop getting so dirty, the next a pink babydoll dress, its vintage she can tell by the smell and the small rips in the mesh overlay that covers the dress , but it's beautiful. And lastly its a small flip phone with a stupid little charm on it.

“Thought you might want a phone to call Frank on,” Amy mutters, and she ruffles her hair.

Amy rolls her eyes. She walks over to Frank, the new clothing discarded on the floor.

“Hey” she smiles, pulling her hair behind her ear and leaning over the counter in a flirtatious manner.

“Saw you across the room and thought you looked hot, can I get your number?” she passes the phone to him and winks, he looks away (almost embarrassed by her display). Taking her phone from her and entering the digits, he passes it back quickly and goes back to eating his pizza.

She holds the phone in her hand and whispers ”call me” before making a phone gesture with her hand. He scoffs to himself.

“Get a room” Amy snarks

she smiles as she walks out to the room.

She showers quickly, and pulls on the new cargos, franks shirt and a belt loading up her pockets with knives and her new phone.

They fit nicely and she almost stares at herself in the mirror to make sure it's herself or she's seeing, she looks different. Her eyes don't seem to dark anymore and she notices her skin free of any new scars. It’s nice to not run from a man who wants to kill her anymore.

“Whad’ya think Frank”, he stops and stares, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah nice, still don't know why ur stealing my tops though” she shrugs before sitting down on the couch her head falls backwards and she looks at frank upside down ,pinning him down with an elicit stare.

He stares, his head back and neck exposed. She looks at him clearly now, his face drawn out in red marks and bruises, she thinks it looks hot in a way all beat up fighting for a cause that's not his own, all for her it's cute. Actually it's quite romantic. He's wearing those beat up blue jeans he's owned since she's known him, knees still unripped. If you looked closely you could almost make out the patches of blood he spilled from her at the ankles.

“What are you looking for?”

“Still haven't washed away my blood huh? What time was that from?”

“Hang on, Franks killed you?” Amy looks surprised, her gaze breaking away from whatever she was looking for on her laptop.

“yeah , made a mean job of it too, slammed my back into some sharp fence, think i died from choking on my blood or whatever?” She sighs like it's not that big of a deal, like he spilled wine on her dress at a party or accidentally served her food with a hair in it.

“Still angry about that huh doll?” he snarked back. There it is, the first sign of affection.

She pauses her body, turning to meet his eyes dripping with venom.”I think it was in the top ten most painful ways to die” she declared snidely.

“What was the first?” Amy asked intrigued, her legs swinging over the couch turning her body, hair falling against her shoulder as she shirts the laptop and discards it next to her.

“Oh, um it’s kinda stupid. But i was incredibly drunk, prolly on some kinda pill or something, i got into a bar fight with this dude (he was way to handsy for my liking )” her hands emote “and god was i stupid. I bit into this pint glass to try and scare him off, i was chewing it and everything blood was like running down my chin , it was everywhere-”

“Did it work?” Amy interrupts abruptly.

She pulls her knees up to her chest “Well yeah , until I slipped over some blood before I could spit and the glass ended up in my neck, swallowed it too, woke up in a morgue right before they were gonna drain my body, gave the Mortician a fright he fainted and everything , trekked back half naked that day.”she reminisces.

“You're telling me out of all the ways you've been killed the worst one was your stupidity?”

“Yeah pretty much,” she shrugs, her frame leaving the couch to pour herself some cheap wine she gazes over to him, he’s almost intrigued ”Frank kinda got inventive after the bullets stopped working but not enough i guess” her nose snares creating those bunny lines.

She takes a sip from her glass, eyes locking in on his.

“Think i can do better than that,” he remarks, his voice deep and still.

“Is that a challenge? Because i'm not planning on dying again from you for at least another week”

“a week? What's gonna happen in a week?” he questions confused by her statement

“it’ll be my all time record from not dying by your hand, 4 months next week” she creates a fist with her hand and punches the air a few times “ your too soft now anyway, kept my rotting body in ur apartment for a weeks just because you missed me” her head quirks to the side challenging him.

“He kept ur body in his apartment for weeks, why?”

“Yeah, Frank, why? Some kinda necrophiliac?”

“ wanted answers from you, bout how you go in that traffickers place, why ur always running, figured you couldn't escape from me if u woke up from the dead” he plays with his coffee cup, the steam rising its freshly brewed, some fancy shit from a local coffee shop or something. “ first thing u did was try ‘n kill me though, rose from the dead with vengeance, all flirty like some degenerate, wont stop either”

Her eyes narrow in on him like a fox, Amy's back to her laptop again and she plays with the rim of her wine glass with the tip of her finger.

“You're the one that kissed me if i'm not mistaken.”

He's quiet now and his eyes are un-breaking, she finally mentioned it after months on the road together.

“well? you asked me too” he whispers, it's a careful concoction of words enough to invoke a reaction

Hook, line and sinker.

Her cheeks flush at the comment, she bites her tongue ”saying you wouldn't do it again?” She smirks, cheeks still hot.

“I'm just saying next time I do, you won’t have been lying in ur filth for weeks on my table,” he snarls at her ,his top lip quirks.

“Next time huh ?” she winks. “Well I'm hungry, food ? drinks?”

He nods.

“you’ve kissed?” Amy shouts

#frank castle x you #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader #frank castle #the punisher x reader #the punisher #marvel vigilante #marvel smut #marvel netflix #marvel

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oathofpromises · 1 year

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♫

Ap·pe·ten·cy

A longing or desire

He’s swift, plucking the cigarette free from her to spin it between his fingers, holding it away before he leans in, pressing a light kiss along the skin below her eye. He doesn’t stop there, lightly stamping a trail of kisses from his formed mark down, down, up until he reaches her lips, where yet another is placed teasingly along the edge of her mouth.

It was, in that instant, Jill knew it was Chris. He was the love that came without warning, her shelter in the storm. She felt so many complex emotions around him, and with just one single smile he had her wrapped around his finger. Love truly wasn’t fate, it was a choice they made and in the end they had picked each other.

1. Beautiful Crime by Tamer

We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames We can't look back for nothin' Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you everything And it's a beautiful crime

2.The Good in Me by Jon Bellion

Your heart's a vine that I've bled trying to climb Yeah, you're making a ruin of me Try to survive, keep my spirit alive But like a knife in the woods Yeah, you hunt down the good in me

3.Bloodsport by Raleigh Ritchie

Nothing is perfect but your imperfections are quaint And your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me, when you have a turn I drive you crazy but you always return

4.Forest Fire by Brighton

And how was I to know I'm not strong I should have saved you and Oh, I hope you know That you're my home But now I'm lost, So lost

5. Almost to the Moon by Daisy Gray

I was just falling in love with you Why did it have to be like this Why did it have to be like this When we were almost to the moon Why did we have to be comets Crashing and burning like comets When I was just falling in love with you

6.The Beach by The Neighbourhood

If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say? If I told you that I hated you Would you go away? Now I need your help with everything that I do I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

7.You by Keaton Henson

If you must leave, Leave as though fire burns under your feet If you must speak, Speak every word as though it were unique If you must die, sweetheart Die knowing your life was my life's best part If you must die, Remember your life

8. Mimicry by Kerli

I braved the sea of ice Cut to the bone I was frozen and blue Just to see you I followed all your signs Pressed through the snow I was battered and bruised Just to see you

9.My Arms by LEDGER

The light inside your eyes is fadin' out But I'm not gonna give up on ya now

Don't be afraid I know you think you're on your own But you'll be okay You don't have to go through it alone

10. Small Doses by Bebe Rexha

I can only take you in small doses, small doses Loving you, it's explosive, you know this I can only take you in small doses, small doses Loving you, it's explosive, you know this I can only take you in small doses

#I hope you know that you're my home(valour-bound)#I'll give you S.T.A.R.S(Jill Valentine)#You were my brightest Star(Chris/Jill Playlist)#ooc: I wanted include part of thread we did with these two that you wrote to make it more special #also I know it is more than 5 but shhhhh we got a lot for these two #plus a small writing thing I thought of for them after the first writing part

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Prologue 4

gif not mine.

word count: warnings: break ups, arguing, mention of sex, swearing

{ October 4, 1985 }

Soon after the Byers left and Jennifer began working at Family Video,

things started going downhill between her and Steve. From fussing at each other as well as going days without talking to each other, Jennifer decided it was enough and broke up with Steve. The day was dreary as dark cloud hung over Hawkins, the chilly weather fills the air. Inside the Harrington residence, Jennifer stands in front of Steve in the living room.

Another stupid argument.

This time is was about Steve's feelings toward someone else and not Jennifer.

"Steve, come on. Stop being an ass and just tell me who this girl is."

"She's... she's no body specific, just a girl I've been talking to since we began working at Family Video."

"Jesus. You are unbelievable, Harrington. Is it Nancy?"

"What? No. She's with Jonathan."

"I've seen the way you've looked at her since the incident at Starcourt Mall last year. Steve, I thought you loved me. I-- I mean we did 'it' in the kitchen at the mall. Did that mean nothing to you?"

"Jen... Jennifer, I--"

"See you can't even admit it. Just say it, Steve. Just say it!"

"Look, I don't love you anymore. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Well, look who told the truth Thank you, Steve. Thank you for being honest with me."

"Yeah, you're welcome. You know, you're a real bitch."

Jennifer walks away, forcing her tears back as she steps toward the door, grabbing her coat that laid against the peg of the coat rack. She slides on her jacket before picking her keys from her pocket before walking out the door, shutting it behind her. Hot tears pour from her eyes. Jennifer puts the keys in the ignition as she starts the engine. Driving, she wipes away droplets of salty water, but the tears keep coming, staining the delicate skin of her cheeks. Jennifer stops beside Hawkins High School. In the back, a forest sits as she puts the car in park. She grabs her small backpack and walks away from the school and through dry, large trees. Jennifer stops in her tracks when an empty picnic table sitting all by its lonesome, catches her eye.

Jennifer strides toward the bench and takes a seat, resting her chin on her palm. When Jennifer unzips her bag, a twig snaps as it catches her off guard, startling her. She zips her bag up, rising from her seat. Not knowing where the noise came from, a male with long curly hair approaches. He holds his hand up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"Yeah, well, you did."

The two make eye contact as Jennifer watches the male closely. Knowing that he likely goes to Hawkins High, Jennifer calms down slightly but is still on top of her surroundings and approaches the following small talk carefully.

The two sit at the table together as the male stares in Jennifer's direction. She catches his gaze, looking into his big brown eyes. Something inside Jennifer flutters, eyes still red from crying.

"So, what's your name, mystery girl?"

"It's Jennifer Henderson."

"Eddie Munson." He looks away, coming back. "Henderson? Why does that surname ring a bell."

"Hmm, don't know. I have a younger brother who goes here. His name's Dustin."

"Holy shit, you're his sister."

"Yup, he is. My annoying little brother." Jennifer smiles.

"He happens to be in my D&D club." Eddie adds.

"D&D?" She questions, brows furrowed.

"Dungeons and Dragons. It's a club for--"

"For nerds? Yeah, he's mentioned it a few times, but with the crazy stuff I've endured the last two and a half years, I kinda forget."

"Well... Anyway. You seem to like this spot."

"Yeah, it's peaceful and no one's around. I just found it like a few minutes ago when I left Steve-- I left 'cause I just broke up with someone, and needed some peace and quiet. But now, company sounds nice knowing that I was alone."

"I can't argue with that one. I too, would leave and go somewhere to cool down from anything."

"Hey, you seem... cool. I'd like to get to know you better. Is that--"

"Okay? Sure, we can. How about, this spot is our spot. The the two of us, to get to know one another."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

They smile at each other as a distant bell rings, notifying the two that class has either started or ended. They make eye contact once again, this time holding each other's gaze.

"It was nice meeting you, Henderson."

"You too, Eddie. I feel slightly better,"

"Good,"

Jennifer rises and takes her time to carefully get back to her car.

{ January-February 1986 }

After that year has ended, the year 1986 approached faster than Jennifer expected it. And with that new year, she and Eddie continued meeting and eventually caught feelings for one another. Even though he was in high school, Jennifer learned that Eddie was 20 - a year older than Jennifer. They meet once more at his trailer, where the two are always in bed together because they can't seem to keep their hands off one another.

Inside the Munson trailer, Jennifer lays against Eddie's chest as she holds a book in her hands. Her finger tips brush the edges of the paper delicately. Eddie is laid against his headboard, writing on a yellow notepad. Putting the book down, Jennifer looks up at the male.

"What are you writing?" She asks.

"Lyrics for a song my band -- Corred Coffin -- is working on."

"Okay. You ever gonna play a song for me on that guitar over there? Or, you just gonna keep it hung up and let collect dust."

"No, I'll play you a tune. I... just need to-- uh, write it first."

"Sure," Jennifer sarcastically comments.

She also playfully rolls her eyes before going back to her book; Stephen King's Skeleton Crew. Without noticing, Eddie looks down at Jennifer, pecking the top of her head with his lips then back at the notepad.

Other times, Jennifer would leave fairly early from working at Family Video to spend time with her new love. But for Jennifer, she also shys away from what happened nearly two years ago... the death of her best friend, Wilhelmina or Billie as she nicknamed her. The brunette -- besides therapy -- mostly distracts herself with booze and sex, thanks to Eddie who lives in the Munson trailer by himself most of the time.

{ March 18, 1986 }

It's been almost two years since Billie passed away in 1984, and Jennifer has never been better. After seeing a shrink for the last eight months (after the violence and terror at Starcourt Mall), Jennifer has been able to cope with her emotions toward the PTSD. Now in a happy relationship as well, she's hoping this year won't bring anymore surprises from the upside down. Not after the last three years; from Will going missing to battling demodogs, to a spider-like creature at The Starcourt Mall.

Today, though, Jennifer was at Hawkins High School -- not to do school work or sit in a boring class -- sitting in a room with junk cluttering almost every inch. In the center, a table sits with D&D game pieces and leftover cans of cola. Next to her, Eddie sits immersed in the game he's trying to teach Jennifer. But to her, it confuses the shit of her.

"Eddie, I am terrible at this game. You know, and Dustin knows it."

"Yeah, that's why I'm trying to teach you."

"I know, but I'll probably be dead by old age by the time you're done teaching me."

"Well, we can do something else I have in mind."

"Oh no, Munson. We're not having sex here."

Eddie presses his lips again Jennifer's cheek, leading a trail of kisses down to her neck as the female giggles whilst looking away. Giving in, Jennifer cups the male's face, bringing his lips to hers. Eddie uses his hand to push the clutter aside, most of it falling to the floor before he rises and sets Jennifer down on the table.

They pull away long enough for Eddie to pull her shirt off. Jennifer does the same by grabbing the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt and slides it over his head, dropping it before wrapping her arms around his neck. In the midst of the kiss, Eddie goes straight to her jeans to unzip them right when someone opens the door, panicked.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry."

The two adults stop abruptly, whipping their heads toward the door. Standing in the doorway is Gareth. Hand gripping the strap of his backpack, frozen in place. Eddie scrambles for Jennifer's shirt, handing the fabric to her as she slide it on. Eddie does the same, standing awkwardly before breaking the silence.

"Why are you here?"

"We have a D&D club meeting. It's like four-something."

Eddie glances at his watch, 4:17 his watch reads as he steps away from Jennifer. He sighs in annoyce before cursing a few times, but keeps his composure and tells the young kid that the club will begin. Jennifer hops off the table, walking towards the door as Gareth steps forward.

"You can join us if you'd like, Jennifer." Eddied suggests.

"No thank you, Eds. I need to get going, I have to be at work early tomorrow morning, or my co-workers will kick my ass since I've been gone for over two months."

"Okay. When will I see you again?"

"Alright, Romeo. We'll meet sometime in the next week. I'll be at your trailer soon enough."

"Yeah, you will."

Jennifer grabs her purse and keys before exiting.

{ March 20, 1986 }

Jennifer enters Family Video with her nametag in hand. At the counter, Steve and Robin eye her. He stands with his arms crossed and Robin gives the brunette a serious look.

"Hello to you guys. What's up your asses this morning?"

"Well, you haven't been at work in, like, two months. What's going on with you? Are you OK? Are you sick?" Steve asks, shifting his stance but his arms continue to stay folded against his chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. I've been out because..." She trails off.

Jennifer continues standing her her place before approaching the counter. She swallows as the corners of her mouth curl into a grin.

"Jesus. Did you escape from Pennhurst or something?" Robin asks.

"No. After Steve and I broke up, I met someone new."

"Who?" Robin and Steve ask in unison. Steve was mostly in shock at how fast Jennifer moved on. Robin raised her brows, unaware of the breakup.

"You'll know soon. He goes to Hawkins High School. And I know, you may think he's underage. Nope. He's twenty. Had to repeat since he didn't pass last year, or the year before that. We've, well, have been dating since the last week of October of last year."

"Jesus Christ."

"Okay, well, congrats on the new relationship but we have a job to do and I can't keep covering for you anymore or I will tell Keith where you've been."

"Okay, Robin."

Hooking the nametag on her vest, Jennifer enters the back and pulls out a stack of VHS tapes, exiting. She carefully walks toward the nearby shelf, loading the tapes on the shelf. She turns her head, glancing at Steve, who talks to a girl as he shows her various VHS tapes. Ever since the breakup, things have been awkward between the two. But they have been keeping their distance.

That night, things began to feel different. Uneasy for Jennifer as she stepped into her house. shutting the door behind her, the brunette makes her way towards her bedroom where she dresses from her work clothes to pajamas. Jennifer removes her makeup and unpins her hair. She quickly freshens her breath before settling into her bed.

"A new day. I hope."

Unfortunately, the next week will be anything but normal for Jennifer Henderson as something mysterious and more sinister comes back to Hawkins for another scare.

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musingsoflys · 11 months

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My husband is driving me crazy

TW 2nd paragraph: unaliving

What a year. What a week. Last week we bought our youngest a motorcycle (dual sport for plenty of off-roading). Cool. Turns out, we need about another $1000 worth of stuff to go with it: new handlebars b/c the original ones bend, also because we need to add guards for the handles and those can't be added to the originals b/c the ends of those handlebars are capped and practically impossible to open up. Plus skid plates to protect the body of the bike during crashes; plus an off-road helmet b/c it has more visibility than the road helmet kiddo inherits from older sib; plus jacket and pants and boots, plus a bag for in front to hold the phone (for map and emergencies); plus...plus...plus.... I'm exhausted with it. If I'd known ahead of time about all this extra stuff, We would've waited to buy the bike till we had some of the stuff already, but my husband is so freaking impatient! I'm also trying to financially plan & prepare for retirement (I'll still get another full-time job), but he is afraid (paranoid) that we'll just end up broke, so he thinks we should go ahead and buy 'all the things' now. And he doesn't think my plan for my next career will make enough $ because his dad pursued the sane career field, and he didn't make enough money at it. Granted it's not a particularly high paying career field, but I have a master's degree, and his dad didn't. And this one's me, I accidentally let us spend the last $1000 we had of emergency savings. So the only "cushion" is credit cards, and they're almost maxed, plus, with the increase in inflation and interest rates, the payments are barely paying off interest now. So I'm trying to pay as much as possible with cash, but the 1st of the month paycheck doesn't go as far b/c of the way the bills come due, plus other kiddo has run out of own $ and is currently not working (is actively looking though), so needs gas money and such. We have the oldest kid's motorcycle to sell ... or trade in as a down payment on a 4-wheeler. It would be nice to be able to someone to go out off-roading with the kiddo on the new motorcycle, for both fun and safety. DH has a job application for the bike shop. I told him I'm on board with the 4-wheeler (the trick is keeping the price down) once he has a paycheck. Oh, and he also still has debt on a card he got at this last job! Good thing we have decent health insurance. Wednesday night, he was feeling extra depressed and unloved. He had been waiting for me to do something for him, but I was getting all the other things done first, and it was taking a long time, over and hour, and he was getting peevish and trying to guilt trip me ("I guess now you're just gonna want to go to bed" instead of helping him out.) He said I shouldn't have stopped him from unaliving himself a year and a half ago. He said he wanted a divorce and then he would kill himself. He looked around the garage at all the half-used equipment he has bought over the years. Like he kept buying camping stuff hoping it would fix our family if we'd just go camping more often, because he likes it so much. He started chiseling a block of wood, and as he turned the chisel across the grain, it slipped. He stopped and said something about needing to be careful, he almost cut himself. He started chiseling again, same pattern, it slipped again and he cut himself right in the webbing between the thumb and forefinger. We were bandaging it but it was squelching, so we decided to go to the ER. At least it got him out of his funk, but I think the cut was subconsciously intentional. This happened around midnight; apparently we checked into the ER at 1am. We got home at 4:45am (the sky was starting to lighten in the east already!).

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theringers · 3 years

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quiet - lando norris

request: On your prompt list can I have 64 and 4 with Lando please? Lol thank you :)

prompt: 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” 64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”

if this is your gif and you want me to take it down, please let me know.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, fingering, dirty talk, semi public sex

The club was loud and the energy was high. It was only a few hours after your boyfriend Lando had gotten podium at the Austrian Grand Prix and you were so proud of him.

You two decided to go out and celebrate the win in style. The speakers were booming and you could feel the vibrations inside your body. You looked around the room at all of the people here, wondering what they were here to celebrate.

It sure wasn't as good as what you were here to celebrate. A woman walked over to your booth carrying a large bottle of Tito's vodka with a sparkler on top. One added bonus of having a boyfriend like Lando: bottle service at the clubs.

The woman dropped the bottle on the table along with a few shot glasses. She smiled and walked away. You immediately reached for the bottle and poured two hefty shots for the two of you.

Lando's friends had made their way to the dance floor so they could gather their shots after. Picking up the glasses, you smiled at your curly-haired boyfriend. "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you," you said.

You handed him the second shot glass and clinked your glass with his. "Cheers," he said, downing the burning liquid into his throat. You did the same, feeling that all too familiar, yet comforting, burn.

You put the shot glass back down on the table and scooted closer to him in the booth. You crossed one leg over the other towards him, exposing more leg than your tight black dress already did. His hand draped over your knee and upper thigh and you looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back. "You look amazing tonight," he said.

You could feel your cheeks burn from the compliment. Or was it the straight vodka hitting you already? Not like that shot you just took was your first, anyway.

"Thank you," you replied. His hand began to inch up your leg, getting closer and close to the hem of your dress.

You leaned in closer to him to whisper something in his ear.

"Lando fucking Norris!" A loud voice came from the entrance of the booth, interrupting you.

His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. "No way, what are you guys doing here? Come join us!"

It wasn't unusual for Lando to run into people he knew in clubs like this, especially when he traveled the world for his work. The booth suddenly got crowded, maybe a little too crowded for your liking. You were squeezed between Lando and one of his friends, acquaintances, someone he knew, you weren't too sure.

You went from having his hands trace shapes on your skin to now being between two random pairs of jeans. "I need to use the restroom," you said, excusing yourself.

You stood up and headed towards the restroom, passing the bar on the way. You did a double-take and decided to stop at the bar. "I'll take a shot of vodka," you said, sounding defeated. "And, you can put it on that guy's tab over there." She pointed to the booth now filled with people and chuckled.

The bartender nodded. As soon as the shot was in front of you, you picked it up and downed it. "Thanks," you nodded and headed to the bathroom, throat still burning from the second shot you had taken in a short amount of time.

As you were opening the bathroom door, you felt a hand grab your waist. "Where do you think you're going?" Your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smirked at the door, your boyfriend not even seeing your expression, and rolled your eyes. "Just taking a break. I was looking forward to a night with you is all."

His hand still on your waist, he spun you around. "I'll send them all home if I have to." He had a devilish grin on his face.

"No need," you said, sounding a bit annoyed. You wanted to spend time celebrating your boyfriend and showing him as much appreciation as he deserves. You placed your hand on the swinging bathroom door getting ready to push it open.

"Come on baby, don't do this." He began to slur his words, but not too much. Just enough that indicated he had plenty to drink. "You look so god damn sexy tonight, I want to spend the night with you." His eyes looked you up and down and you swore you could see him drool.

His eyes lingered at your cleavage just a little too long before coming back up to meet your eyes. His hand traveled from your waist down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. "You know I can't resist you in this dress."

Memories from a few months ago began to flood your mind. You had worn this same dress out to a friend's birthday party and all Lando could talk about before you left the house was you coming back. He wouldn't shut up about wanting to undress you right then and there, and he was insanely jealous of anyone else who got to see you in that dress.

"I know you can't," you nodded in agreement. "That's why I wore it." You flashed him a cheeky smile.

He acted on impulse and pushed the bathroom door open, nudging you inside. "You know, after all these years, you still drive me crazy." He pushed you against the inside of the door and roughly planted his lips on yours.

He tasted like need and alcohol, which usually ended in a great night for both of you. His lips were rough and he moved in sloppy motions, but you weren't complaining. His hand was firmly placed on your jaw while the other began to grope your breasts.

You stopped for a moment and looked up at him with devilish eyes. He immediately grabbed your bum in his hands and lifted you into his arms, setting you down on the sink. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to grind into your core, moaning between kisses. "Fuck," he said, lifting his mouth off of yours and placing it on your neck. He roughly kissed all over your neck and collarbones. One hand held your head to the side while the other gripped your thigh.

His fingers began to push the hemline of the dress further and further up your legs. "I need you right now," you said into his ear.

His hand stayed firm on your upper thigh but his long fingers began to graze the front of your lace thong ever so slightly. "Shit," you muttered, followed by a few soft moans. "Don't tease me like this."

He let out a small laugh against your skin but continued kissing. The pad of his thumb pressed against you with more pressure now, but still not enough. "God damnit, Lando," you said.

"Someone's needy?" He joked. He removed his fingers, earning a groan of disappointment from you. He took two of his fingers in his mouth and licked them until they were wet enough.

He pushed your panties to the side and inserted two fingers inside of you. The sensation made your head spin. You spread your legs wider, earning a smile from him. "Oh god," you moaned, leaning back and using your arms as support. "Your fingers feel incredible."

He smirked at you. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

In your drunken stupor, you debated being honest with him. “What if the idea of being caught is turning me on right now?” You said it anyway.

“Jesus,” he said, closing his eyes so he could focus on the task at hand. He worked his fingers inside of you, curling them to find the most pleasant spot that made you cry out in pleasure. His other hand pushed the neck of your dress down, exposing your chest. He took one of your nipples and played with it between his fingers.

He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers and he saw your body visibly tense up. “I’m gonna-”

“I know,” he said, keeping his pace. “Cum for me, baby.”

His words sent you over the edge. “Shit,” was the only word you could manage to get out as your body began to slightly convulse under him.

He removed his fingers and licked your juices off of them before placing a kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and you knew it turned him on. “I never knew someone could cum that fast from just a few fingers,” he said.

You giggled. “For you, anything is possible.” You hopped off of the sink and adjusted your dress.

You both gathered yourself in the mirror to make sure you were at least presentable to the rest of the club.

Lando opened the bathroom door only to find a line of annoyed drunk people staring at the two of you, fully aware of what you just got into.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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All night long.

CHIBS TELFORD. ┃ SOA.

❝ request by @filipthescot: Holaaaaa mi amooooor!! If you feel like it, I'd love to read Prompt 4 from the smut list with my man Filip😇💚

❝ request by @ladyreapermc: Number 2 for the smut prompts with my favorite Scot Chibs? Please? 🙏🏻

❝ request by @irenne-stans: Could you do the fluff promt #10 with Chibs please 🥺💗

❝ prompts: “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”. / “I know you think about me at night”. / “It smells like… I don't know… jealousy?”

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, mention of bodily fluids, explicit thoughts, language, and i think that's all.

Gif credits to the author.

MASTERLIST.

Chibs is burning in rage watching you flirt with the new prospect, sitting on the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand and the other arm over the clingy wood. He's trying to figure out what it's been so fun to make you laugh this way. He's a man of jokes too and he hasn't seen you like that with him. That's pissing him off. And all that he wants to do right now is to put his gun on that guy, where the sun doesn't shine and blow out his guts.

But he has to pretend he wasn't looking at you like a maniac the moment you turn around to walk straight to the bar and grab another beer. Resting your forearms on the edge to wait for your drink, you tilt your head towards him.

“What's that face for? Someone told you Nessie doesn't exist, uh?”

Slowly, too slowly, he moves his eyes from the prospect to you. Annoyed. About to punch anyone that crosses his path right now.

“'Am not having fun like ye, that' fo' sure”. Chibs replies, taking a sip from his drink.

You frown funnily at his words, not really believing what is happening right there. “It smells like… I don’t know… jealousy?”

Waving a hand close to his face, you pretend to be smelling the environment around the two of you, before he slaps it playfully as you finally have erased the sour grimace from his face.

“C'mon, Chibsy. Don't deny what is clear to my eyes”.

“Ye're blind, lass”.

About to challenge him, you take a step closer placing your index finger on his collarbone, dragging it over his shirt down through his torso. You see him gulping inevitably, clicking his tongue with feigned annoyance, putting your eyes away from yours. “I know you think about me at night”.

Chibs purses his lips not enjoying that game you're playing and, that under his opinion, will end up worshipping himself in the darkness of his room while thinking about you —like uncountable times he has done.

“The prospect had the balls to talk with me, but he's a five on my scale”.

“Bad luck fo' him”.

“Good for you, isn't it?” You say poking the tip of his nose graciously, earning again his complete attention. “From one to ten, you're a nine and I'm the one you need”.

The Scottish man chokes on his drink as the liquid falls through the wrong side, making him cough while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyebrows are frowned angrily, thinking you're just making fun of him.

“Stop playen'”.

“I'm not playing, but if you want, I know a game. It's called Titanic”.

Rubbing his face with his free hand, Chibs snorts deeply, laying his eyes on you waiting for a continuation or an explanation.

“You can be the ocean and I'll go down on you”.

“One mo' cheesy pickup line and amma bend ye over the table and fuck ye in front of everyone”.

Licking and biting your bottom lip, you grab the glass in his hand to empty it with a gulp to leave it over the bar, an instant before gripping your fingers around his wrist to drag him straight to the dorms. You've been waiting too much time for this to happen. And yes, maybe you were playing at first, tasting the water. But he wasn't lying when he has threatened you. Of course, you two earn more attention than you could expect, when the crew watches you disappearing from the party —between cheers and claps and finallys.

As soon as you're locked inside his room, your lips crash with his. You're too necessitated, so is he; devouring your mouth while your fingers manage to undo his belt and the zip of his jeans. Chibs grunts with his tongue inside your cavity and his huge hands squeezing your ass, anxious to feel that same warm wrapping around all his hard length. And you aren't going to make him wait, having the same burning desire for tasting him.

Pushing him to the nearest wall, reclining his back against it, you roll down his black tight jeans and boxers to his ankles —as promised, you kneel. Chibs can't take off his eyes from yours, looking at you begging in silence to alleviate the bittersweet pain concentrated in his hardness. God, he has dreamt about this thousands of times. Your tongue swirling around his dick, your throat welcoming him, your lips sucking his soul out from his body.

So when you fill your mouth with his thick length until your nose touches his pelvis, Filip can't help but close his eyes uttering a pleased grunt echoing the room. His fingers land automatically on your head, forcing you to hold his reddened glans against your walls, making you gag vibrating his whole anatomy. He could cum just by feeling these same shivers another time.

“For chrissake…” He moans swinging your head back and forth, whilst your left hand massages his balls.

Chibs has never felt this good. He's trying to keep calm and control himself from fucking your mouth as he'd like to do right now. Brutality, fastly, without mercy. He can't wait to see his cream spilling down the curves of your lips, making you choke on his dick.

“God… Ye look so beautiful”. He whispers as good as he can.

His vocals cause you to smile somehow, increasing the pace of your dance wrapping his whole extension with the only intention of driving him crazy. And you're getting it, preventing Chibs from breathing quietly. A mix of gasps and whining comes from the deepest place of his soul, helping you with the rhythm needed for more. He buries his dick down your throat, filling your cavity and forcing your walls until your uvula trembles above his most sensitive skin.

He knows he's so close, ashamed for not lasting more than a couple of minutes. He's a man that can please you all night long, but the wait has wreaked havoc in him. Too much time spent on imagining how it would feel. Too much time spent on imagining himself pawing your body, nailing his ringed fingers into your soaked cunt. Too much time spent on imagining hearing you moan his name, begging him to let you cum while riding his face.

And of course, he's going to fulfill his fantasies tonight, leaving your legs shaking and your pussy flooded by his seed.

Just to think about it, Chibs has to contain his breathing when you abuse your throat one last time, feeling how he empties his heat inside your mouth. Ripping his chest by swallowing a loud delighted grunt, as his hands continue pressing your head deeper, you cough slightly until he loosens his grip. Filip doesn't give you time to recover, urging you to stand up, colliding your mouth to taste himself in your saliva. The best combination he has ever savored.

With a tight hand gripping your throat he makes you turn around, pinning you to the wall, using the other to eagerly roll up the gems of your dress and push down your wet panties enough to slam to curved fingers inside you. You cry out with his lips stuck in yours, pounding you with so much savageness that he needs to husk you, or the whole Charming will hear you.

“Ye… Bad girl… Playen' with the prospect ti make me feel jealous…” He groans huskily, not being able to think about it as his thrusts cloud your head. “Gonna make ye understand why whiskey is better than bourbon”.

“Please, Ch— Chibs… I fucking beg you”.

You want him to fuck you, that's evident. You want him to fuck you in every single possible position, in every single corner of this damn town. And he's going to do it —but…

“Say ye're sorre”. He hisses onto your ear, nailing his fingers as much deep as he can, forcing your limits and pushing them to beyond. “Say ye're sorre fo' making me wait, fo' playen with me”.

“I am… I a— am sorry”. You sob placing your hands on his shoulders looking for some balance, as he raises you on your tiptoes. “I am so sorry, Chibsy… Please… Please, fuck me”.

“'Corse I will, my love. Till ye beg me again, but ti stop”.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 5)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: more smut (we’re picking right up where we left off last chapter) including some shower shenanigans and lots of dirty talk, relationship conversations, mention of bucky’s military background, really that’s just it...

Maybe it had been hours in Bucky's arms, maybe it had been a lifetime. You were floating on air, suspended in pleasure as he rocked your body against his, still fucking you even though he'd already come once and you'd come too many times to count.

"Bucky," you whined, back arching even though you figured you were too weak for that. "Baby, please— s-so good, you're so good…"

Metal fingers pinching your nipple sent your body into overdrive, exhausted inner muscles clenching around him as you cried out.

When he leaned down and kissed you again, you were afraid that you'd be too out of it to kiss him back. But thankfully you managed to reciprocate, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck to hold him close as you whimpered softly against his lips.

He pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, half-lidded eyes. "Fuck, I'm gonna come again," he moaned like he was just as shocked as you were.

"Yes!" you encouraged feverishly.

"This perfect little pussy is gonna make me come again, baby, is that what you want? Want me to put another load in this needy cunt?"

"God, yes," you sobbed, his words so perfectly balanced between sweet and filthy.

"Well, I'm gonna," he promised through his teeth. "Fuck, I'm gonna give you everything, pretty girl, I'm so close."

You couldn't remember the exact words you used but you were definitely begging him for it, completely lost in your need and, apparently, totally lacking in shame.

That weak, broken, desperate moan as he came inside you for the second time in a night… you wanted to bottle it up and keep it for rainy days, and sunny days, and all the days you'd ever see because it was just absolutely fucking divine.

"Don't move," he demanded with a whisper, "fuck, don't move, please."

"Couldn't if I wanted to," you laughed quietly. He started laughing too, but not so much a 'this is funny' laugh compared to a 'is this real?' laugh.

"Fuck," he breathed, "that was… I didn't know I could do that."

"We're all learning new things about ourselves and our body's capabilities tonight, trust me."

"I'm gonna attempt to pull out without my dick falling off, okay?"

You chuckled through your exhaustion. "Fingers crossed!"

You couldn't decide which was more lewd: the way it felt, or the way it looked. In credit to the first, you were confident that even through the numbness that had begun to spread through your body, you still managed to feel every detail of his cock against the spongy ridges of your channel as it slid out of you, followed (of course) by the warm, slow ooze of come dripping down onto your sheets. As for the second, well, his cock looked pretty glorious as it bounced back up against his abs, incredibly still hard but certainly starting to soften, glistening with your slick and his come and looking so lovely that you were compelled to sit up and lick it clean. You would've if you weren't (1) so exhausted that you were sure you'd never sit up ever again, and (2) confident that any more stimulation to Bucky's poor cock would just be painful for him.

"Jesus fuck," he sighed as he watched his come leak out of your abused, swollen hole, admiring his handiwork; you giggled from both the odd feeling of his gaze on you like this and the comical way his swearing had deteriorated over the course of the night into half-assed blasphemy.

He fell down beside you on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before glancing to you with a smirk that was clearly tired but still plenty smug. “God, I haven’t come twice in a row like that since… I don’t know if I’ve ever done that before, actually,” he laughed.

“I know for a fact I’ve never come that many times in a row,” you giggled.

"I uh… I need a shower. And a year-long nap," he announced with a deep sigh.

"Use mine," you offered. "I'll join you in a minute if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself."

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, "but I can definitely promise to keep my dick to myself."

"That'll do," you smiled as you watched him stretch and get up, grabbing his discarded boxers before slipping into your bathroom.

You took another deep breath and fought against the giddy smile that refused to leave your face. Though you knew you had no right to be so happy over something as silly and frivolous as a guy, you let yourself get excited about this guy. This guy who had made you feel safe when you thought you never would again. This guy who had been a friend to you when it seemed like everyone else just wanted to get close to an alleged celebrity. This guy who had already given it to you better than anybody ever had only to do it again without even stopping.

As likely as it was that your infatuation with him was preventing you from seeing all the flaws that every person and relationship were bound to have, it was hard not to think that this guy was everything you’d been waiting for. Now all you had to do was try not to fuck it up.

Bucky sighed as he stepped into the stream of hot water, careful not to slip as his tired legs begged for more rest. It was a hell of a workout, but then again, he'd never felt quite this good after a real workout.

It was all a little too good to be true; he was sort of assuming that he would wake up any minute now, in his own bed downstairs and with a mess in his boxers to take care of. And he wasn't even mad about it, because who could be mad about a dream this wonderful?

If he was going to wake up soon, he was going to take advantage of the time he had left in his dream. After a few moments alone, you slipped into the bathroom and opened the glass shower door, looking like everything he'd ever wanted with your messy hair and post-sex glow.

"Don't hog the hot water," you groaned as you pushed him aside, but you were smiling a little and he was perfectly content to just watch you from the corner anyways.

Well, not just watching; of course he had to reach out and run his hands over your skin, feel the warmth of you pressed against his body as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against his chest. You hummed contentedly at his touch and the sound went straight to his cock, which swelled a bit where it was pressed against your hip.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, his hands moving up to gently run over your breasts and stomach where the water was hitting.

He hesitantly ventured into kissing your neck before finally sliding his hand between your legs and grinning at the feeling of his own come leaking out of you. You were so sensitive that you gasped and shivered just from that little touch, your little moans enough to drive him absolutely crazy (if he hadn't been already).

Two fingers slid into you easily; he decided to take credit for stretching you out so well, both of you sighing as he pushed in deeper.

"Bucky," you groaned, "can't… can't come again…"

"I'm just helping you wash all this come outta you, baby," he explained, though he was sure you heard the mischievousness in his tone. "There's a lot… I filled you up real good, didn't I?"

You nodded and bit your lip, and he alternated between studying your face and looking down at his fingers slowly pulling out of you as the shower washed away his come and yours.

"I don't think this is all me," he whispered against your ear. "I think you're getting wet again, princess…"

When you nodded again, your hips bucking slightly in his hand, he went ahead and brought his two slickened fingers to your swollen bud, drawing lazy circles around it as you moaned slowly.

"What're you getting wet for, huh? Haven't you had enough?"

"Never get enough of you," you whimpered, as if you just magically knew the exact thing to say in that moment to make his cock twitch and his heart twist.

"I'll be real gentle, honey, gonna take you there nice an' easy…" he trailed off, adding a bit more pressure but maintaining his relaxed pace. You whimpered and writhed against him, your smooth skin sliding against his so easily with the water washing over both of you.

He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers when he pushed inside again, smiling when you gasped and clutched his hair suddenly. He figured you were sore, but he also figured you would stop him if he hurt you, so he just did his best to stay slow and sensitive as he found your swollen spot inside you and curled his fingers into it. Your whispered curses were music to his ears; technically that would make your body his instrument, and that might be cliche but it wasn’t exactly untrue.

“Want a little more?” he asked below his breath, responding to your nod by rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your back arched, and as beautiful as it was, it also caused your body to push away from his; he held you down with his free arm to avoid spending even a moment without you against him.

“C-close,” you stuttered, and he hoped the little chuckle he let out didn’t sound too condescending; just shocked, like he intended it,

“I thought you couldn’t come again,” he remembered, fighting his smirk to kiss your neck gently.

“I thought so too,” you sighed, your hips rocking against his hand as your breathing picked up. “Fuck, don’t stop…”

It was subtle, but he felt you shudder and shake in his grasp, a new wave of warmth soaking his fingers. He was careful not to let the water wash your come away as he brought the soaked fingers to his lips, eagerly tasting you as you watched him with heavy eyes. “Want a taste?” he offered, but when you went for his fingers he kissed you instead, revelling in the little hum of satisfaction you released when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

It was you that pulled him closer and deepened the kiss further, weaving your fingers into his hair and moaning a little when he grabbed your waist.

“I should’ve known showering with you wasn’t going to actually be a productive bathing experience,” you laughed when you pulled back, noticeably staring at the way water droplets trickled down his chest.

“Fine, I’ll let you actually do your whole shower thing,” he relented, “as long as I can borrow your shampoo.”

“Sure, but you’re gonna smell fruity and delicious afterwards,” you warned.

He chuckled a little as he leaned back into the stream of hot water to wet his hair. “Don’t I already?”

You’d never had such an easy time falling asleep in someone’s arms, honestly. It was so comfortable that you were actually a bit confused when you woke up alone, already pampered by the idea of spending the morning cuddled up with him. Thankfully, with him living here most days, he was never too far off; you heard movement downstairs and realized he was probably making breakfast for himself since he was one of those natural early risers while you had dozed until— you glanced at the clock to check— 9:53, later than usual for a night you hadn’t been drinking.

Well, Bucky had taken the empty beer bottles from your nightstand for you, but you still remembered that you’d been drinking a little. Yet certainly most of one beer couldn’t be to blame for you making a move on him; no, that was a purely sober idea, something you’d wanted to do for quite some time, in fact.

Perhaps it was a little misguided. Maybe it was technically an inappropriate workplace relationship since you were, in a sense, his boss. But, of every impulsive decision you’d ever made it was definitely your personal favorite.

Hopping up and slipping on a little flowy robe just to not be naked anymore, you rushed downstairs and found Bucky in the kitchen flipping a pancake in the pan. He glanced back at you, looking a little conflicted, before you observed the plate of assorted fruit waiting for you on the bar.

“Wow, pancakes,” you nodded.

“And fruit,” he reminded you, like you weren’t already munching on a slice of a clementine. “So it’s healthy.”

“Is this a taste of the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience’?” you chuckled, picking up a grape to eat next. “Cause so far I’m a fan.”

Bucky’s head whipped around to look back at you, and your face got warm as you realized you'd been assuming that this was a 'getting together' sort of rendezvous and not just a one-night stand. And maybe that wasn't a fair assumption, based on the way he was blinking back at you in shock. “Orrrr maybe this is just the ‘Me Misinterpreting Things Experience’ and you just like to use some culinary comfort to soften the blow of the ‘about last night’ talk.”

"No, no," he shook his head, sighing a bit as his expression softened. “I guess I kind of assumed you were going to regret it."

“Regret… last night?” you finished for him, thoroughly befuddled as you watched him flip the pancake onto a plate which he handed to you.

“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed, like it was obvious, before handing you the container of maple syrup.

“Why?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “‘cause it’s you, and it’s me. You’re a movie star and I’m the guy who drives your car. You were having a fun night, you got… caught up in the moment, and I was just in the right place at the right time.”

You took a moment to process that as you chewed your pancake, thankfully managing to swallow the bite before you burst out laughing. “Oh my god, is that— is that really how you thought this was gonna go down? After everything that happened last night?”

“Yeah, these aren’t morning-after pancakes, these are please-forgive-me pancakes,” he admitted as he poured another dollop of batter into the pan. “Can’t you taste the difference?”

"Wait, wait,” you shook your head incredulously, “you thought I was gonna regret sleeping with you, and you still went through with it?"

He laughed a bit at that. "You were grinding on me and sucking on my fingers. You must think I'm a saint if you think I could resist that."

“And this was supposed to be your apology… for taking advantage of me…” you tried to reason aloud, still not totally understanding how he could ever question that you would want him.

He shrugged. "I mean, I dunno… I was prepared to get fired today so you wouldn't have to see me around. So I guess it was sort of a goodbye, too."

"Was it worth it? I mean… was the sex worth losing your job?" you asked. “Hypothetically.”

"Worth losing the paycheck? Definitely,” he announced, quiet but confident. “But worth not seeing you again? No, I don't think so. When you came down here I was just thinking about how I'd rather keep you as a friend than lose you as a lover."

"That's… poetic," you mumbled. "Luckily, you don't have to choose. I fully intend on keeping you around. If you don't mind."

"Why would I possibly mind that?" he laughed.

“I guess I just feel guilty because if the press finds out you’re my boyfriend, they’ll be all over you. Your past, your family, any ex-girlfriends…”

His lack of a response made you anxious again.

“Wait, I’m sorry, this conversation is sort of confusing: are you my boyfriend?” you asked nervously. He laughed, flipping the pancake before looking back at you with a smirk.

“If you want me to be.”

“Yeah,” you answered, perhaps a bit too eagerly, “I do. If you’re… into that.”

“I am,” he assured.

“Think of it like a promotion!” you offered with a grin.

“Trust me, I do,” he nodded. “Does this position come with a raise?”

“No, but a lot more benefits,” you winked. “And, unfortunately, a lot more baggage.”

“Right, the press. You really think they’re gonna care?” he raised an eyebrow.

You laughed sympathetically at his innocence. “Oh my god, you have no idea. From now on, when we leave the house it’s strictly business— anything else and they’ll be on you like white on rice.”

“Well then we’re not gonna be leaving the house much,” he snickered, “because now that I’ve got my hands on you once, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay away.”

You smiled as he started to lean over the bar to kiss you, but when he moved in just close enough you held up a piece of fruit in front of your mouth, which he took a bite out of instead. “Slow your roll, Romeo, I’m trying to have an important conversation and you’re trying to distract me.”

“Was it that obvious?” he frowned, sliding another golden brown pancake onto a plate for himself and turning off the stove.

“What I’m trying to tell you is that this is serious stuff. It’s not too hard to keep it a secret for a while but… it’s just a disclaimer before you agree to anything.”

“Do you give all your potential boyfriends this talk, then?” he asked coyly.

“Well, since I got big I’ve really only dated one guy and he was even more famous than me so... no,” you answered awkwardly.

“Oh, right,” he nodded, getting a little more serious. “What was it you said they were going to investigate, again? My past, my family, my ex-girlfriends,” he remembered.

“Yup,” you nodded. “And any, you know, criminal convictions or whatever.”

“Well, none of those, not much family, barely any ex-girlfriends,” he enumerated, “but a lot of past.”

You solemnly contemplated eating another grape, hoping you had managed to maintain some nonchalance. “How bad are we talking?”

“Not bad, necessarily,” he mitigated, stopping mid-sentence to grab the pancake with his hand and eat it straight, “but, you know… military. So not exactly good.”

“Didn’t blow up any orphanages, right?”

“No, not quite,” he laughed, “but I wasn’t a conscientious objector, either.”

“Okay, just keep in mind they’re going to scrutinize everything you ever were before you were my boyfriend,” you informed him.

“‘Your boyfriend’ is the most important thing I’ve ever been.”

The comment took you aback— mostly in a good way, but you weren’t prepared for him to get sentimental like that. You especially weren’t prepared for the effect it would have on you. So you, being you, deflected it with a sudden topic change and a raunchy joke.

“Jeez, are you a sadist or something? ‘Cause I can’t hardly sit in this chair properly, I’m so sore,” you winced.

“That,” he announced with a grin, pointing at you with the half-eaten pancake in his hand for emphasis, “is the ‘Bucky Barnes Boyfriend Experience.’”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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Fav Lyrics Prompt List:

Please send in any requests for the players i write for :)

1. “Look out, I’m stoned again”

2. “We could get hitched and have a couple of kids.”

3. “we all need someone to hold”

4. “ you’re gone, gone , gone- i watched you disappear”

5. “don’t listen to a word i say”

6.” this could be all we ever know”

7. “I stop missing you days before you leave.”

8. “ you’re my best friend as you are my lover”

9. “go find yourself a man who’s strong, and tall, and christian”

10. “it hurts, but i won’t fight you”

11. “ you’re too mean, i don’t like you”

12. “ i think i know what’s wrong”

13. “I guess I’ll have to fall in love with strangers.”

14. “how she laughed with you…just like i used to do”

15. “ i call you when i need you and my hearts on fire”

16. “you’re simply the best”

17. “give me a lifetime of promises”

18. “living just comes with a bit of heartbreak”

19. “if all she does is smile at you, run”

20. “what do you want from a devil like me?” “ the devil don’t mean to be evil”

21. “she cries cause she’s nothing like you”

22. “a love that i’ll learn when i’ve been through the same”

23. “ there nothing in california (or any place), that you could not learn to hate here”

24. “ it’s hard to say what i would do if i were back a year or two”

25. “ i heard you on the radio, i couldn’t help but smile”

26. “she’s always there”

27. “ babe, ain’t no denying that i’ve got you in my head”

28. “ you’re the one i want.” “ you’re the one i need”

29. “ you know i’m your biggest fan”

30. “i’ll crawl home to her”

31. “ i’m gonna take care of things”

32. “slow down you crazy child, so ambitious for a juvenile”

33. “ if you’re so smart, tell me why you’re still so afraid?”

34. “ did i drive you away?” “ i promise you this, i’ll always look out for you”

35. “my heart is yours”

36. “ but if you think it’s right, i hope we kiss goodnight.” “ i hope we kiss goodnight”

37. “i would do anything for you, anything for you”

38. “ she knows she lived through it to get to this moment”

39.” call me when you want, or just call me when you need it”

40. “ when you find an old picture of us, and you clear away the dust, i hope you miss me sometimes”

41. “ I know I always said that I would could never hurt you”

42. “Love don't leave me like that.”

43. “Youve got my heart in your hands.”

44. “Don't shout at me like I'm across the room.”

45. “We though love was something we weren't meant to find.”

46. “Can’t be your friend, can't be your lover.”

47. “Keep the shirts I left at your place.”

48. “They feel trapped with no control.”

49. “I’ll wait for you.”

50. “All I wanted was a sweet romance.”

51. “Its you, it's all for you.”

52. “don't take it so seriously.”

53. “I don't know if I've ever loved any other.”

54. “My girl.”

55. “Let me give my life to you.”

56. “You can think that you’re in love when you’re really just in pain”

57. “ I still don’t know when I can come home.”

58. “Once upon a time–we were in love.”

59. “You asked me if I could grow up.”

60. “It was a clean hit.”

61. “I thought about calling, but I deleted your number.” “And we both know why.”

62. “Don’t get me started on friends that resent you.”

63. “What’s the softest way to say that you took away my friend, my buddy?”

64. “It’s not the same, as it was.”

65. “I want an ocean between me and my past.”

66. “I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me.”

67. “Everything’s exactly where it's supposed to be.”

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#hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #writing prompt

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straydawg-writing · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 2–

You knew that if anyone outside of this car saw you right now, you might just pass away. To put it simply: You were sitting on Killua's lap.

All because Kite's truck only fit seven people.

The way this predicament came about would have been comical if it weren't for your burning embarrassment. Unfortunately, you could remember very clearly how it all unfolded:

"Hmm, it seems that there aren't enough seats for all eight of us, so one person will have to squish in," Kite said, opening the car door to check the seats.

"Who's the smallest one here?" Gon asked. All seven pairs of eyes turned to look at you.

Great. The benefits of never having had your growth spurt.

Killua was the one to open his mouth, snickering, "Obviously it's Y/N. She's like a midget!"

"Killua, you are literally an entire 2 ½ feet shorter than Kite over there," you defended yourself.

From a distance, you had guessed Kite was around 6'3. Once you got a closer look at him, you discovered that he towered over you like a skyscraper. Your curiosity got the best of you and naturally, you had asked him what his height was. The man was a whopping 7 foot 10.

"It's okay Y/N, you can squish with me," Gon offered.

Killua shook his head. "No way. Squishing will just make everyone uncomfortable. It's better if only one person suffers. Y/N, you can sit on my lap."

He had left no room for argument. Sighing, you knew that even if you tried, you had no say in this anymore. You would just have to suck it up for the next 4 hours.

Now you were here, sitting on him, worrying about whether you were cutting the circulation off to his legs or not. Or perhaps you were too bony and it was hurting him.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sent goosebumps across your entire body. This was beyond awkward.

"Stop it," Killua muttered, right in your ear.

Oh, you'd done it now, hadn't you? Killua was gonna push you off onto Gon instead.

"Stop what?"

"You're so stiff, just...relax," he paused, "I don't mind sitting this way."

Hearing his voice so close to you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Maybe this was okay.

You untensed, trying to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position, but the bumpy car ride wasn't making it very easy. Kite ran over a rock, and without a seatbelt it sent you jerking upwards. Thanks to his fast reflexes, Killua gripped your waist, holding you tightly to his body.

"The seatbelt won't reach over the both of us, but this'll keep you from flying."

"Heh, thanks Killua. I think we should reach the beach in a bit..." you said, hoping that the thought of it being over soon might offer him some relief.

It doesn't matter who it is, being this close to someone could send anyone into a frenzy. You were hyper-aware of every one of his fingers grasping onto your waist. He wasn't lying. He was keeping you right there.

You'd just have to stop thinking about it, you told yourself. Or else you'd go crazy.

Trying to relax back into Killua like he had asked, you let your mind wander to the reason you were driving in the first place. The day before, the three of you had decided to stick with Kite and help him investigate the Chimera ants. The beach you were headed to now is supposed to have a clue about where the ant queen is located, so you could bring an end to the destruction before it starts. During the car ride, you had learned they were a truly deadly species. One bite of an innocent passerby, and they had the means to bring the entire human race to extinction.

You felt like something was starting. And your intuition was rarely wrong.

Gazing at Gon who had been talking with Kite for a while now, you noticed how his eyes crinkle into little smiles whenever he talks. You knew that having Kite around, his father's best friend, surely excited him to the bone. Gon was just oozing with optimism, without even trying. You could tell that just by being himself, he was keeping the spirits up of all eight in the group, not allowing any room for doubt or fear to creep into anyone's minds.

At that moment, you swore that whatever happened, you would be there to protect Gon and Killua. Even if it costs you everything.

Hopefully, this wasn't one of your friends' last few moments of tranquility. But if it was, you were determined to spend it well.

Resting your head against Killua, you hoped that he wouldn't mind if you indulged in this for just a moment. You were tired, having not gotten much rest since completing Greed Island and meeting Kite.

It didn't take much time for you to fall asleep to the rise and fall of Killua's steady breathing and his sweet vanilla scent. If you'd been awake, you might have even heard his heartbeat racing beneath you.

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You had finally reached the beach.

Killua had nudged you awake once you'd gotten there. You remembered how his blue eyes stared back at you as he poked your face, calling you an idiot for falling asleep, and you chuckled.

There was one thing you were clueless about; Killua had made sure not to move even once the whole rest of the car ride. He was nervous that he might disturb your peacefully sleeping form.

You were still pretty groggy as you looked out at the sea, the bright sun reflecting on the ocean's surface. You wanted to wiggle your toes in the sand, but you were there for a reason. To find anything that might lead to the Queen.

You searched in bushes, behind rocks, under seashells, and even used your nen to sift through as much sand as you could. So far, the group had ruled out the forest and deemed it difficult to know if the ant even ended up on the same island. That's when they decided to release the hellhound. Well- it wasn't a hellhound. It was the little dog you played with yesterday. Along with Gon.

Gon was following behind the dog on all floors, sniffing the ground as he went.

"He can do that?" You asked no one in particular.

"His nose is as sharp as a dog's," Killua responded, watching Gon with an amused look in his eye.

A couple minutes went by with no luck. The only thing the dog had found was a tree to pee on. It looked like the ant wasn't going to be on this island, though Kite had an idea.

"It may have washed ashore somewhere else. Which direction do the currents flow here?" Kite asked the two that had brought us down to the beach. One was short with brown skin and grey hair that sprouted up like hay, while the other had large glasses and two front teeth poking out from his mouth.

"The direction is reversed between day and night. And it also changes with the seasons. I've even heard it's different on certain days. So it'll be tough to pinpoint a location..." said Chipmunk Teeth. That's what you'd call him, since you hadn't gotten his name.

So basically, no one had any idea on how to find the Chimera Ant Queen.

"Continuing to search blindly is pointless. We should return to YorkNew and see if we can find any new leads there."

You heard the group around you agreeing with Kite. He and his friends began walking back to the truck already, but you stayed put. You would catch up to them later.

The ocean reminded you of your home. You thought you should say goodbye to it first.

Ripples of water lapped gently at your feet. You always had a connection with nature. Having lived in a small village located in the middle of a jungle most of your life, the earth had become your dearest friend. One of your earliest memories was from exploring the coves back at home. You stretched out your arm across the water, and watched the liquid softly rise to your hand as you called it.

That's why you chose this nen ability. It tied you to the elements. When you fought with it, together you were one body.

"Y/N, come on! Kite's threatening to leave without you," Gon waved you over. Taking one last look at the sea, you turned away.

The sun was already setting by the time you left for the city.

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Going back to YorkNew was the right decision. Now you all knew where to look.

Kite had discovered that the possibilities of the Chimera Ant landing in NGL were the highest. Apparently, NGL was a country populated with people who wanted to get away from machine civilization and live in nature.

You loved nature too, but you thought that was a little extreme. There was a reason you had to leave your beloved jungle behind.

"There may very well be a giant swarm of Chimera Ants already hunting humans down. If that's the case, my top priority will be saving them. You must be able to protect yourselves," Kite warned us.

"And if I am the one in trouble, you should escape without me."

At that, Gon and Killua looked unsettled. But backing down now was not an option.

"Got it," you said, breaking the silence and offering a kind nod to Kite, "and until the very last moment, the three of us will have your back."

"Yeah!" The other two boys concurred.

Now, you sat with Gon and Killua on an airship to NGL. The three of you were sitting on a bench, looking out of a window that framed velvet-peach clouds displaying brilliant silver linings.

Gon was reflecting on their last conversation with Kite.

"You said that Ging had a reason for bringing me and Kite together," he rested his arms and head on the window-frame.

Killua broke his sight from the clouds and looked at Gon.

"Yeah, I did."

"You're probably right. I don't know the reason, but I can't give up halfway, no matter what's going on. Otherwise, I'll disappoint Ging... And I'd never be able to forgive myself either. So I won't run away," Gon continued, resolved with his decision.

There was a moment of silence as the three of you let his words sink in.

You admired Gon's determination, but you hated that Ging had a son risking his life just to avoid disappointing a dad he's never met.

"Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it's just business as usual," Killua smiled.

"Huh?" Gon's mouth hung open. "I thought about this a lot, I even ran a bunch of mental simulations! And I liked what Y/N said earlier, about having Kite's back until the very end."

"Think all you want, but you'll still be Gon. If someone said to abandon them, you'd never do it," You lightly punched his shoulder.

He pouted, cradling where you hit him, and you rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen."

Gon chose to ignore that and turned back to Killua. "Then what would you do?'"

"I'm a spontaneous guy, so I'd think about it once the time comes."

"So, you'd run away?" Gon questioned.

"Depends. I can't say until it actually happens."

"Say for instance..."

Killua threw his hands up, beat, "I can't tell you what I'd do in a hypothetical situation!"

"Then, what about you Y/N?"

"Gon!" You whined.

Truth be told, you hadn't thought about what you would do. It depended like Killua said. But you did know one thing...

"I would never leave you two behind. Even if that meant I'd have to die."

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ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -4-

Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, a lot of hurtful feelings, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, mention of pregnancy, swearing, calling names. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Author’s note: This book is kinda weird and has unique plot but believe me everything will go smoothly and the way you guys want it.

Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”

Word Count: 1226

Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you inow what I mean)

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??

Taglist: @jiminiepabo95 @giadalin

Part 4

Title: Protect Her

Whispers filled the place as soon as Jungkook stepped into the company. His black aura drove the women around him all crazy. They would die for just a simply look from him. They crave for his attention.

Is not that he didn't gave them any attention, he used to flirt with every single girl he saw, but today is not the case. His hard cold expression made the women around him fear to even get near him. "What's wrong with him?" They whispered whenever their gaze fell on him.

Jungkook, in the other hand, had no idea what is going around him and he didn't want to know. His mind kept wondering what surprise that old man was talking about. He kept walking until he reached the old man's office, or as it says on the door, Mr. Kim's office.

Jungkook quickly opened the door after knocking it for once not even letting the old man say a word.

As soon as he walked in, he took a seat on the chair beside the table. "I am here, what's the surprise" Jungkook said raising his head in a questioning way.

"Woh! Calm down curious boy. You will see the surprise in a bit." Mr.Kim replayed with a smirk on his face.

Jungkook nodded a response, leaning his back against the chair. His legs kept shaking as he patiently waited. The old man looked at him with a confused look on his face, "Why don't you go to your office?" He said looking at Jungkook.

"I will wait here" Jungkook answered not spearing a glance towards the old man.

The knock on the door grabbed their attention. Both of them turned towards the door when i guy suddenly walked in.

"Mr.Kim, she is here" he said glancing at Jungkook.

"Good!! Let's go!" Mr.Kim cheered standing up and quickly walking out of the office.

The guy gave a last glance towards Jungkook and that look was enough to make Jungkook wonder if this man was the same man who is known as one of his close friends.

"Taehyung?! What's wrong?" Jungkook asked walking towards him.

"Nothing! Let's go." he said walking his way out.

As soon as Jungkook walked out of the office his eyes landed on the amount of people surrounding his boss.

"Today there will be a new person joining our company. She is a really great person and really close to me." Mr.Kim said making eye contact with everyone. His gaze moved to the side and met with Jungkook's own eyes. His lips curved into a smirk as soon as he saw the confusion on Jungkook's face.

"Come on in...... Y/n!" He announced his eyes still on Jungkook watching him opening his eyes in shock as soon as he said her name.

Jungkook's gaze fall on y/n as she walked towards that old man. *Why is she here?" He asked himself. But when his eyes fall on what she was wearing they turned red as blood. *What is she even wearing?* he scoffed. Jungkook's gaze kept roaming on her body.

Her tight skirt and tight top that hugged her body and showed all her curves. Jungkook's gaze moved further up towards her face. But when he saw her smile he quickly stopped. Her smile drove him crazy. Jungkook looked at where y/n was looking, curious of whose ever she is smiling to.

As his eyes landed on the guy, his face went pale. *T-Taehyung?! Since when they now each other.*

Jungkook looked back at y/n as he balled his hands into fists. The old man brought one of his hands up and placed it around y/n's shoulders. "Y/n will be one of our most trusted employees. Everytime you have a problem or a question about anything you can ask her because she will be joining Taehyung and Jungkook's team from this day on." The old man announced, turning around and walking his way back to his office. Followed by Y/n and Taehyung right after.

Jungkook stood there still. *What does he mean by her working with us. Will she be involved in what we have been working on. I can't let this happen.* he said to himself quickly walking his way towards the office. However, Jungkook suddenly came to a halt when he suddenly heard twi girls whispering to each other.

"You saw how he placed his arms around her?" The first girl said nudging the other one with her elbow.

"Yeah! Disgusting people I am sure she is his slut or something. If she wasn't one of his bitches then why would he put her with Jungkook and Taehyung." The other girl whispered looking at her friend when suddenly she bumped into someone.

She raised her head, her eyes meeting a pair of furious ones. "O-oh Jungkook oppa? What's wrong?" The girl asked in a flirtatious tone "Hanna go away I think Jungkook wants to talk to me about a private matter." She continued as she acted all shy.

"No, stay!" Jungkook said looking at the girl called Hannah. He looked back at the girl standing in front of him as he said, "Since when did we have private matters between a person like me and you, Ari!" He rose one of his eyebrows in a questioning way.

"Are you sure about what you are saying?! Because as long as I know it wasn't her who he fucked a few months ago in the hotel room at 1:00 am. I think it was you wasn't?! It's sad to remember how he asked me to tell you that he is done with you. Also you were one of his sluts, yet he didn't let you work with us or even gave you a glance after spending that night with you. So please reconsider you thoughts before speaking them or else something really bad will happen to you." Jungkook continued as his eyes continually shat daggers towards her.

The truth is that rage rose in Jungkook when he jeard how that girl was talking shit about Y/n. The thought of someone calling her a slut or a bitch drives him crazy.

'She is not a slut' is what he said, but whenever he goes back, he wonders if she is still as pure as she was. Is she considered as a slut after he sold her to that old man?! He keeps thinking. If she became a one will he be the person who made her like that. Made her sleep with another guy who is even older than her father, while still married to him.

The girl he new since they were in kindergarten, who always tried to support him and ease his pain away. Who tried her best to take him out of his depressed self. The girl that had a smile that could heal anybody's wound. The girl that was like an angel to him. Like a very pure angel with a white heart.

The girl that loved him from the bottom of her heart is now no longer that pure angel. Her innocence and pure self are gone and by him. He is the reason, he knew that.

"I will protect you" Jungkook said after turning away from the two girls and walked his way towards Mr. Kim's office.

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