#and thats why ive latched on so quickly. its the need

[soldier-poet-king]

But maybe have you considered I DO need an unnamed, amorphous Great Work that I will someday undertake when I'm good and ready

#franposting #i need a purpose!!!! i need a great work!!! #idk what it is but i cant have all this ambition and drive and emotion for it for no reason #i need to create and i need to DO #and i am terrible and both and yet i am defined largely by this hunger for more #and the grief of existence #hunger and grief hunger and grief #more so than even the disability academic vibe. viktor is the hunger for me #and thats why ive latched on so quickly. its the need #i hate that abt myself and maybe i would be happier and kinder to be content with small things #i ought to be #and yet. and yet. i cannot shake it #i am an obsessive renaissance man in the chronically ill mind and body of a contemporary woman. i hate it. i hate the limitations so dearly #why cant i be aggressive and decisive and ambitious and hungry

[teamskull-datingsim]

okay just for my own sake heres my relationships with the undertale cast.

for context: in jeremytale, as im calling it, the Player latches onto me instead of frisk but frisk is still there. and killing someone is never a possibility. the dialogue options, whether mean or sarcastic, are something I myself would say regardless of being possessed by an Entity

frisk: thats a little sibling if ive ever seen one holy shit. in general i think theyre a cute kid and i think they look up to me but also theyre full of sass and love to backtalk (back sign??) me

chara: another little sibling. I love narrachara theory and it carries over. little dead guy (nonbinary) and their strange living cohort. chara voice Fun fact! If I was alive, I'd be your age! jeremy voice Thats really depressing dead kid

flowey: little sibling number threeee jesus christ. yes he hates me yes if something bad happens to me he will try and hurt the person who did it!! i just think hes a weird flower... until i learn the truth obviously. i try to be supportive but hes kind of a stinker

toriel: "wow this is. a bigger human than im used to having fallen here. Whatever still my child." i think shes awesome and i would love to hug her. however i do think i remind her of chara and asriel for time until she realizes that comparing me to either of them is unfair to everyone. im still her child though. Goat Mother

sans: he goes between "i need to avoid this guy at all fucking costs" and "hey it's not that bad. hes just autistic. thats cool". I do get mad at him frequently for patronizing papyrus (and he tries to do it to me too but i am not above threatening him). on the surface we relax with each other quite a bit. Especially when he realizes that me and papyrus are a good match. and also when he stops babying his brother lol

papyrus: man. cmon. you know this. i do think itd be funny that if i ever actually made jeremytale the outcome of the papyrus fight will always be the dating segment no matter what the player has me do. compliment him? "hey buddy i like your scarf! i have one just like it" "Y-YOU... SUCH A SINCERE TONE! ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME?!?!" ".What". intimidate him? "(*You stand up to your full height and look down on Papyrus.)" "W-WOWIE... TRYING TO SHOW ME YOUR IMPRESSIVE STATURE... ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME!?" "huh." just straight up spare him? "S-SO MYSTERIOUS AND STOIC... YOU MUST BE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME... YOURE FLIRTING?!" "WHAT!!!!!!!"

undyne: at first she hates me but once i get the undyne hang out we are. Basically siblings. she thinks me and papyrus are great and we become a trio of it. she loves noogieing me because i actually put up a fight. i also confront Her on babying papyrus but i think she already knows its bad. i also think she is so funny. most forgetful fish on the planet. WHY DIDNT YOU SIGN YOUR LETTER

alphys: im so cool to her when shes just watching my journey but when we meet face to face she quickly realizes im just as much of a dork as her. we're best friends

mettaton: i am so quirky and funny to him not in a patronizing way but like. That one video of "(excited voice) How do you keep your pants up when you perform, its incredible!" "....... belt". of course once i see EX its like. of course you have black hair and pronouns. unparalleled friend group of me, papyrus, undyne, alphys and mettaton

asgore: he is so. he thinks im an odd chap but mostly very polite and sweet. reminds him of chara much like toriel and makes him very sentimental. hes not really a dad to me but i do think he enjoys my company

#YEAHHH #gaze into the (disco) ball 🔮 #☠️bonely heart club #selfship #self ship #self shipping #selfshipping #familial f/o #platonic f/o #🗻wooahh story of undertale

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

#lando norris #lando norris blurbs #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #alltooNSFW!

[uwuderes]

PlayDate

Ive been working on this for a while and yes I aged him up can't have a 12 year old doing stuff he shouldn't ^^´. Also its my first smut so please bare with me if its bad or anything!

⚠Warnings⚠: Masturbation, Dubcon

{You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away

You tell me to come over, there are some games you want to play}

You and Damian were very close friends to say you were very different from one another. Damian being the son of the prestigious Bruce Wayne while you were only a middle-class child with no real status anywhere.

Damian was troubled, it was something you knew very well. No matter what people said you always wanted to be there to help him. You knew Damian for the person he was, everyone just had to give him a second chance.

When you both were younger, each of you could be found at each other's homes, your parents grew more and more fond of the boy each visit, while you never really met Bruce but Alfred seemed pleased that you'd give the boy company which was good enough for you.

So when you called him asking him to come over one day just for the fun of it, he happily accepted, at least that what you thought his sarcastic remarks meant. It was the first time you talked to him in a while and you were ecstatic.

Damian was often busy these days. His father took him out on "trips" which in your case were far too often. But it wasn't your job to judge him or his father's choices, You just chalked it up to something that rich people do.

{I'm walking to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone}

Once Damian got your call he was in euphoria. For once he had an excuse to leave the mansion, not like he was going to ask to leave in the first place.

Another reason he was so happy about the call was that it was from you. You wanted him to come over. It only fed the sick messed up the obsession with you. At this particular moment, he was having a crisis over not seeing you for too long.

Being Robin wasn't easy, and it took up most of his time. His time that could be spent with you. He'd get on his knees and worship you, that's just how amazing you were in his eyes.

Damian opened his bedroom window making sure to lock the door before jumping out into the grass. He then set out on foot, making his way over to your house.

It was nearly night by the time he arrived knocking on your apartment door. His eyes lit up as he saw your (s/c) body open up the door. Bright (e/c) eyes staring right into his emerald green ones, glimmering in admiration.

"Oh my god, you look like a mess! Come in come in!" You beamed brightly. Damian smiled walking through your door into the small apartment. (Y/N) followed quickly behind closing the door. "What happened?!?"

"I snuck out. It's gonna be a while before they realize I'm gone." Damian looked around seeing how much the cramped apartment had changed. Which wasn't much. "You know you could always live with me, this place is shit..."

"You know I can't do that. My parents need my help and I want to be there to help them."

Oh right, them.

"Your lost. But anyways where are they?" Damian asked turning around to look at (Y/N). She smiled walking over to him.

"They are both at work! Meaning that we have my little den of a home all to ourselves! Plus we are 18 now I'm pretty sure we can take care of ourselves!"

Damian smiled at those words, you were alone... With him...

Oh was he going to have some fun with you...

{We're just playing hide and seek

It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't want to play any games

I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you}

You smiled glancing at Damian's attempts at playing Mario Kart. "Are you sure you got this? You choose the hardest track in the game." You chuckled. Damian only huffed before falling off the track once more.

He then threw the controller on the bed angrily. "Why is it so hard?!?" He yelled aggravated. You laughed pausing the game.

"You have to choose an easier track! You went straight for Rainbow Road!" You laughed out underneath your covers. For some reason, your room decided to be freezing cold today. Damian looked back at you before moving up and getting underneath the blanket himself. Which didn't phase you? I mean its cold he just wants some warmth too.

Silence surrounded you two as he reached over to pause the game. Finally reached over to you hugging you closer to him. "Thanks for inviting me over... I missed this you know... Just being around you."

You looked up at him smiling faintly. "Its no problem really. I just thought we should spend more time together like the old days... Before you became too busy to even come over ya know..." You sadly looked away.

Damian sighed. "I'm never going to let that happen again alright?"

"You aren't??? Thank you Damian for e-" Your phone started to go off interrupting you the midway. The cheesy ringtone was accompanied by the bright 'Mom' popping up on your screen. "I'm sorry let me take this, I'll be right back alright?"

Damian angrily huffed out letting go of you. They always ruined everything for you two. He wished they were gone.

{I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit about you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you}

Damian got even pissier after the door was closed. But he'd never let you see that side of him. He couldn't scare you away he was this close to getting you

Getting up from his resting position on the bed, Damian started to look around your room. On your dresser seeing a bunch of collectibles and as he liked to call them "girl things" really just your makeup.

He picked up a perfume bottle and sprayed himself breathing in the scent. Damian must have been in heaven. He smelled like you... Every time he breathed in his nostrils filled with the scent of you.

He raised his shirt upwards breathing in the sweet smell of you. He practically basked in it. After smelling his shirt longer than needed he kept looking around.

Soon, He came across your dirty laundry a wicked smile coming across his face. He pulled out a pair of your panties. Lacey and all... He felt himself drool slightly before sitting down on you bed falling back. Everything around him smelt like you. He was going insane by it all.

Damian blushed red as he looked down seeing a prominent erection. His breath picking up as he unbuttoned his jeans quickly pulling them off along with his boxers. He needed release, right now. He grabbed his cock stroking it slowly all while smelling your panties, getting himself off.

He picked up the sound of your voice the call must've been taking longer than expected. It didn't matter to him, visions of you moaning his name and scratching his tanned skin as he pounded faster into you filled his mind.

Falling on your bed, your scent surrounded him only clouding his mind even more. His actions guided him to a euphoric release. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed the real thing.

Damian needed you.

{Ring around the rosy I never know, I never know what you need Ring around the rosy, I want to give you, want to give you What you need}

You walked back into your room seeing Damian passed out on your bed. You smiled sitting down next to him stroking his hair. He must've been exhausted, you thought. He must never get a break to sit down and be a normal teen.

His breathing was steady as he cuddled into the caress of your hand. He turned over wrapping his arm around your legs pulling you close. Maybe he was trying to fall asleep?? Yeah thats it...

"(Y/N)..." Damian mumbled pulling you to a position in which he spooned you. "Come sleep with me... I'm tired...."

You nodded laying down and starting to close your eyes. You were tired to be honest and just needed some rest.

It'd been around 5 minutes and you were tucked in and almost asleep. Until one of Damians hands started to rub your waist playing with your shirt. His hand trailed lower and all you could do was stare forward wide eyed.

Damian started to plant kisses on your neck sucking lightly on the (skin tone) skin. His fingers trailed and worked your bottom lips slightly over your tights. "Be good for me baby alright?" Damian mumbled into you ear biting it afterwards.

"P-Please stop..." You stuttered out. Damian shushed you pulling down your leggings and panties. Abruptly he pulled the covers off you seeing everything he worked so hard to get. He moved to where he sat on top of you staring into your eyes. He smiled lightly before kissing you licking your bottom lip. You didn't kiss him back... You didnt want this he was your friend and nothing more. He growled and pulled at your hair causing you to gasp and open your mouth only for Damian to slip his tongue in your mouth.

All the while his fingers trailed lower and lower moving to your clit. He rubbed slowly causing you to moan in his mouth. Damian pulled away a string of saliva connecting your mouths. He grabbed your shirt stopping the actions that took place on the lower half of your body. He ripped it in half throwing the tattered shirt across the room.

"Baby your so beautiful." He mumbled kissing down your neck once more, stopping at times to suck hickeys onto your body. He unhooked your bra and continued to kiss lower. He looked down at your soaked pussy smiling wickedly. "You wanted this... Of course you did. And I'm going to be the first one to pop that oh so delicate cherry of yours." You opened your mouth to protest but Damian was quick to latch his mouth onto you, fingering you all the while.

You moaned out eyes rolling in the back of your head, this feeling was foreign to you and you loved it. You moaned out, Damian taking that as encouragement to go faster. He groaned out smiling as you were a mess in front of him.

"Your about to cum... Do it baby come all over my face make a mess of yourself." Damian growled into your clit loving everything you did. You gasped releasing everything you had left, and came on Damians tongue and fell back. He lapped at your cum soaked pussy leaning up and kissing you harshly.

"You liked that didn't you..." He asked rubbing your cheek fondly. You didn't respond exhausted. You instead passed out tired. He smiled licking his lips. He was going to have to build you up to doing everything with him, but he had enough for the day. He looked at your phone as it buzzed to life seeing your parents texting you.

So they are going to be gone for 2 weeks... He was going to have all the time in the world...

{You know I give a fuck about you every day Guess it's time that I tell you the truth If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you}

#yandere damian wayne #yandere #detective comics #yandere x you #batboys #batfam #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #songfic #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #yandere writing #fanfic #warning #content warning #tw #dubcon #smut #dc smut

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Part 22

A/N - So this is the last part my lovelies! (Well there will be an Epilogue) i just want to thank everyone who has kept with this til the end and for all the love you’ve shown. 💕

"Buck, i cant stop looking at them" i smiled down at my two boys laying side by side in the hospital cot.

"I know, their perfect" he beamed before turning and kissing me "you did so good baby"

"I didn't do anything, i didn't even know what was going on!" I chuckled, when they took me down to the OR the babies heart rates dropped suddenly and they had to give me a general anaesthetic and get them out quick.....when i woke up again i had my two boys.

"You did everything! You carried them for the last... what, 8 months? You've kept them safe and healthy"

"I guess i did do that, I've got the stretch marks to prove it" i rolled my eyes.

"we still need names, we can't just keep calling them 'the boys' you know"

"Mmmhmm okay but can we talk about it after i sleep?" I asked covering my mouth as i yawned.

"Sure doll, you get some sleep"

"You'll watch them?"

"Of course, Steve will probably be in here in a minute he was so excited" Bucky shook his head and laughed.

"Okay, Just let me sleep for an hour and wake me up okay?"

"You got it".

When i woke up again i looked over to see Bucky sat with his eyes closed, both boys sleeping on his chest. He wasn't asleep just resting his eyes, his thumbs gently stroking over their tiny legs as they slept soundly. It was the most beautiful sight ive ever seen, i couldnt help but reach for my phone and snap a photo.

Yes im gonna be that mom who takes photo's of everything! Don't judge me!

"What are you doing?" He asked opening one eye and looking at me suspiciously.

"Taking a photo of my boys" i smiled "i told you to wake me up in an hour Buck, how long did i sleep? Its dark out!"

"4/5 hours" he shrugged casually "enjoy it while you can doll, you wont sleep well for a while"

"Unless they take after their mama and like their sleep too? God i hope they do!"

"Their gonna need a feed, you feeling up to it?"

"Yeah".

Bucky got up and carefully passed me one of the twins while he kept the other close to his chest and sat back down.

"His so tiny.... i feel like i'm gonna break him" i said as i lowered my gown and tried to get the baby to latch onto my breast "He latched on straight away.... oh my god this is so weird..."

"Thats my boy" Bucky winked making me laugh quietly so i didn't disturb the baby.

"So names..... i was thinking Steven and Samuel as middle names? Both of them are important to us" i said looking down at the baby in my arms.

"I love that idea, they'll love that too"

"Is Steve gonna Cry?"

"Probably" Bucky chuckled knowing what his friend was like.

"Okay and first names?"

"How about Thomas....After your dad? I know you miss him" Bucky suggested.

"I really do, i wish my mom and dad were here to see this" i quickly wiped a tear away "Thomas Samuel Barnes?"

"I like it doll"

"Me too" i smiled looking down at the larger of the boys in my arms "i think this is Thomas"

"Okay and now for this little man"

"How did we not decide on names before today?" I shook my head.

"Because we've had our hands full with the girls and Jack's case.... we thought we had more time" Bucky shrugged before getting up and switching out the babies.

"I don't really know what names i like"

"Me either, i didn't think it would he this hard to name them" i said as i got comfy with the next baby.

"You know just before the girls went to bed i heard Allie talking to the bump again.... how do you feel about Theodore?" I asked raising an eyebrow questioningly "thats what she called one of them.... we could call him Theo or Teddy for short?"

"Theodore Steven Barnes? It kinda works" he nodded "for the record i'll probably never call him Theodore"

"It doesn't surprise me babe, the girls rarely get called by their full names either"

"Thats true"

"So are we agreed?"

"I think we are" he grinned as he got settled with Thomas again.

"Did Steve come see them while i was sleeping?"

"Yeah but only for 10 minutes, i didn't want to disturb you.... plus visiting hours where nearly up. His coming back up later with the girls though, then his gonna take them home and watch them til we're aloud to go home"

"Sounds perfect, i miss my girls already"

"Im sure their missing you too"

"Their probably too busy with Auntie Becca to care" i smiled over at Bucky who was shaking his head.

"Okay Teddy is done, can you take him please.... i think i need some more pain relief"

"Sure doll" he laid Thomas in the cot and took Teddy from me before sitting back down to winding him.

I held a hand to my stomach and winced as i pressed the call button for the nurse.

"Your gonna be feeling that for a while doll, your gonna have to take it easy too. Let me help you with things"

"I'll be fine...."

"You will take it easy and let yourself heal"

"But Bucky you cant look after the girls and newborn twins on your own! I can't just sit around and do nothing...."

"You can and you will, Ive already spoken to Steve and his gonna come stay with us until your better"

"Okay, its not like he isn't always there anyway. I sometimes wonder if he actually lives with us and i just don't know about it"

"You don't mind that Steve's around alot do you?"

"Course not, i love Steve"

"Good, you'd tell me if you had a problem with it?"

"You know i would"

"Ms Y/L/N, how you feeling?" One of the nurses smiled as she walked into the room.

"I need something for the pain, other than that im good" i smiled at her.

"Okay lets see what i can do about that".

It was about an hour later when Steve walked in with Becca and the girls.

Steve came straight over to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, Rosie was cuddled up to him but held her arms out to me as he leaned down.

He let her down to lay beside me and she instantly cuddled up to me.

"Hey mama, how you feeling?" Steve asked.

"Im doing okay, sore.... but its worth it"

"Their beautiful" he nodded looking down into the cot beside me we're they both slept.

"Congratulations you guys, their beautiful" Becca smiled hugging Bucky before getting a closer look at the babies.

Brooke and Allie stood with Bucky looking down at Thomas and Teddy.

"Girls, these are your baby brothers" Bucky said quietly to them and they smiled.

"Their so tiny"

"What are their names?" Allie asked turning to look at Bucky.

"Well this one, this is Thomas" he pointed to the bigger twin "and this is Theodore" he pointed to the smaller one, Allie gasped and looked up at me.

"I knew it!.... i knew that was his name!"

"Okay can i hold one now?" Steve asked practically bouncing on the spot making us laugh at him.

"Sure Steve, hey Buck why don't you let him hold Teddy first?"

"Sure doll" he carefully lifted Teddy and placed him in Steve's arms "this is Theodore...."

"I know that Y/N just said so"

"Theodore Steven Barnes"

"What!? Are you serious?" He said his eyes going wide.

"Yeah pal"

"Guys...." he said with tears in his eyes "i dont know what to say"

"Told you he would cry" Bucky chuckled and Steve gave his his best bitch face.

"If i wasn't holding Teddy id kick your ass"

"Yeah whatever pal"

"Language! Uncle Steve!" Brooke said with wide eyes as she turned to look at him.

"You said a bad word Uncle Stevie!" Allie added making us all laugh.

"Yeah Uncle Steve you said a bad word! Don't be saying bad language words around my kids"

"God your such a mom already"

"Y/N?" Allie said walking over to the side of my bed.

"Yeah babe?"

"Does this mean your our mom too?"

I looked over at Bucky who shrugged with a smile, i knew he was telling me it was my choice what i told her.

"Yeah Allie, i'm your mom too..... if you'll have me?"

"Really??" Brooke asked coming to stand beside Allie.

"Yeah"

"And... can we call you mom?"

"You can if you want to, whatever your comfortable with" i smiled brushing a piece of hair back from her face.

"Im gonna call you mom" Allie said casually before running back to her dad who was smiling as he listened to our conversation.

"You guys are gonna make me cry again" Steve said sniffling from the chair in the corner.

"I think i might join in this time too" Becca added quickly wiping a tear from her face.

After spending the longest two days in the hospital the boys and i were finally aloud to go home. It was the best feeling being back home, knowing i had Bucky and all my babies under one roof and plus Bucky and Steve had been amazing.

They wouldn't let me do much though.....They'd even carry me upstairs!! I was now managing to walk around by myself, slowly, but i was on the mend.

Sam and Wanda came to visit us the day we got home, Sam had actually cried when we told him Thomas's middle name.... even though he tried to hide it.

Wanda had sat cooing at the twins for hours and saying how much she couldn't wait to meet her little bundle of joy.

I was sat in bed just finishing the feeds, Bucky was next to me holding Teddy, the girls were asleep on the bottom of the bed, we'd been watching Aladdin and they had all fallen asleep halfway through. I smiled as Aladdin and Jasmine were singing about 'A Whole New World' realising my whole world was in this room, i never thought id be this happy.

"You okay doll? You seem a million miles away" Bucky asked pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Yeah, just thinking about how lucky i am that i met you. You've made me the happiest woman in the world Buck.... you gave me 3 beautiful girls and my handsome boys, who already look so much like their daddy by the way!" Bucky chuckled as he laced his free hand with mine "i love you baby"

"I love you too, i couldn't ask for a better mama for our kids" he smiled bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my fingers "marry me?"

"What??...." i looked at him with wide eyes "did you just...."

"Yeah" he nodded with a huge smile on his face "make me the happiest man in the world and say yes?"

"Are you sure...? I mean i dont want you asking just cause we're having a moment...."

"Doll, this isn't just me being in the moment i promise" he said leaning over to the drawer in his bed side cabinet. When he turned back to me he had a black velvet box in his hand "ive had this for a while, i was just waiting for the right time"

"Buck...." i gasped feeling my heart racing as he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring id ever seen.

"What do you say doll? will you marry me?"

"Yes!! A hundred times yes!" I smiled with happy tears as he slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed me.

"Its you and me doll, always"

"I think i'm okay with that".

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[eiro-ae]

Unsure

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

It was late afternoon when you had managed to make it home, a cute valentines gift bag in your hands, full with gifts and a card for your one and only valentine. It had taken you so long to hand make half of these items, but it was definitely worth it. You placed the bag on display on your kitchen counter before making your way to your room and pulling out your phone.

[6:23pm] Whatcha doin?

You waited for a moment, a giddy smile upon your face.

[6:27pm] Practice.

The one word response was a little new, he had always made time to give you an appropriate response because he knew you hated one word responses. However, you let it slide, just thinking that he must be super busy.

[6:29pm] I have something for you. Can you text me when you’re available?

Another moment passed, the three dots seemingly permanent on the screen.

[6:32pm] Sure, it’ll be a little bit though.

As much as you had hoped it would be sooner, you understood that he was busy, so you gave a small pout before replying.

[6:34pm] Okay, that’s fine.

To pass time, you laid there, scrolling through youtube. A few funny videos popped up, and of course you had to watch those. One in particular had almost brought you to tears from laughing so hard, so you decided to send it to Yangyang. You didn’t expect any response, and as you expected, you got nothing.

You continued to wait, for much longer than you wanted. It was getting later and later and not a single word from Yangyang. Your heart began to drop, bringing your mind to a thinking state. A state you knew you didn’t need to be in. You always overthought things, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t help it. Yangyang was the first good thing that has ever happened to you and you were just so scared that he too would get tired of you and walk out on you.  

It was now 8pm, and you still hadn’t heard a single word from him. Does he even know what today is? Did he just forget? Those questions brought you to another question, one that you had put off for so long. What are we?

You and Yangyang had been friends for so long, and you obviously had a massive crush on him, but… when he asked you to be his girlfriend, he was so confident. He kind of laughed about it, as if it was a joke. Of course you said yes, you’d be a fool to say no. His face had fallen, he seemed so shocked that you had said yes. You couldn’t tell if it was because he wasn’t expecting you to feel the same way, or if he was shocked you took his joke seriously. He never said anything about it, instead he just said okay before running off with his friends.

Now that you two were… together? You hated that you couldn’t quite label it. Anyway, he doesn’t treat you like his girlfriend. He still treats you like a friend. He never holds your hand, he never kisses you, he never calls you any names other than your name or some stupid nickname he gave you in middle school. You were starting to wonder if maybe he was joking that day, that he didn’t actually want you to take it seriously.

You shot up from your lying position, eyes wide and mind racing. Was he joking that day and now has to deal with you because you said yes? Was he just trying not to hurt your feelings? Did he not want you? Is that why he’s so distant? It would make sense. You could feel the familiar sting in your eyes, trying your hardest to push back the tears, telling yourself it was a stupid reason to cry and that you were just overthinking things again, but it only made it worse.

You gripped onto the pillow you had been holding before shoving your face into it as you cried. You didn’t even notice your phone going off behind you.

[8:22pm] Okay, I’m done. What’s up?

[8:29pm] Hello? Did you fall asleep? It says you’re reading my messages

[8:34pm] I know you’re awake, you never sleep this early.

You still didn’t even notice that he was blowing up your phone, even when he called you.

[8:37pm] 1 missed call

[8:43pm] 2 missed calls

[8:48pm] 3 missed calls

He was determined to reach you, but you just wouldn’t answer your phone. He knew how you were so it was only beginning to worry him.

[8:51pm] Please answer me, you’re starting to make me worry.

[8:56pm] This isn’t like you… what's wrong?

At this point you had calmed down with the tears, instead you laid there in your bed, curled up like a child, completely forgetting that you even had a phone.

[9:16pm] Fuck this, I’m coming over.

The tears had picked back up, and you hated yourself for it. You kept telling yourself to stop being a baby, that it’s a dumb reason to cry. After another ten minutes you had expected it to die down again, but it only picked up even more and you were to the point where you were choking on your tears. You didn’t even hear the door to your apartment open, nor the footsteps that led to the opening of your bedroom door as well.

Yangyang stood there, watching your shaking figure and listening as you cried. His heart had dropped and he was more than confused. He slowly made his way to you, announcing his presence.

“No, no, no, come here.” He lifted you up as he sat on your bed before pulling you to him. You latched onto him, crying into his shoulder. You wanted to stop but it was only making it worse now that he was here.

After a good few minutes, you were able to calm down enough to pull away from him. He looked down at you with a concerned expression.

“Why were you crying?” He asked you softly as he moved a strand of hair from your face. You didn’t know how to tell him, you felt like maybe he’d just look at you like you were stupid for it. However he has a way of making you tell him what he wanted to know so you just learned to give up and tell him anyway.

“I.. um…” You sighed, looking away from him. “What are we?” You deadpanned, bringing a wave of silence into the room. Yangyangs brows furrowed as he thought about the question.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused at the question.

“I mean.. You asked me to be your girlfriend, but you looked so surprised when I said yes.” You started. He was still quite obviously confused.

“Well I mean, I was…?” How did you even properly explain to him how you felt?

“I know but… it seemed like maybe you were joking when you asked me out? And maybe you were shocked because I took your joke seriously? I mean, you haven’t treated me any different from that day. You never hold my hand, you never call me any cute names, you never kiss me, you never do anything and I was starting to wonder if you were just dealing with me because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings.” It was silent again, and you were starting to regret even telling him that.

“That’s not it at all.” He states plainly, going to grab your hand before sighing.

“It was never a joke, I wanted you, I still want you. I was surprised because you said yes so quickly and I was expecting a no. I was so nervous that day but I had to do it. I never do anything with you because I’ve been too nervous to. I didn’t want to move too fast because I didn’t want to scare you off. I guess that was the wrong choice. I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t want you.” The explanation was enough to make you cry again, but you forced them back. Yangyangs hand made its way to your cheek, rubbing away the tears that had already fallen.

“If you want me to hold your hand, just tell me. If you want me to call you baby, I will. If you want me to kiss you, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’d love to do all these things, I just didn’t want to rush you.” You looked up at him with glossy eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity in his own, but there was none.

“Kiss me.” You spoke softly. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked down to yours. He angled your face as he leaned down, his eyes closing as his soft lips met your own. The kiss you shared was gentle, but it meant so much to you. You kissed him back with such feeling, and you could almost understand how he felt just by the way he kissed you. When he pulled away, you were slightly disappointed, wanting nothing more then to attach your lips to his once more. He gazed down at you with a smile.

“So.. about that gift.” You let out a giggle before lightly smacking his arm.

“Kiss me again and I’ll go get it for you.” He smiled before leaning down to meet your lips once more.

“Gladly.”

This was based on a dream that I had. I honestly forgot I wrote it but I thought I’d go ahead and post it. 

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[piefanart]

i think part of the reason why i like snufkin so much, is after watching a couple episodes i realized that its ok to not be around friends all the time, and that doesnt make the friendship less.

I struggle heavily with keeping friendships for any length of time. I am not very good at conversations and cant do small talk for the life of me.

As a result, a lot of people who i consider friends, i havent spoken to in years. Not because im not friends with them anymore, but because i dont know how to be a friend consistently in that way.

I also struggle with abandonment issues in friendships; ive had a few that ended because the person decided they didnt like me anymore. Which really hurt.

I also tend to latch on to people who are abusive, because i didnt have very many good role models growing up and any positive attention i get makes me immediantly idolize the person. im getting better at that but its hard.

Ive also been hurt so many times, that i have sort of a 1 strike system, where if someone hurts me badly, i cut off contact. I spent three years in an incredibly abusive friendship because i was taught that you have to continue giving second chances indefinately, even if the person doesnt think they need to change to be better or apologize.

But snufkin, he just walked away when stinky was being mean and wouldnt stop when he asked. And he takes time to himself, and doesnt burn himself out for moomin. And their friendship doesnt get hurt by it because moomin understands snufkin needs alone time, and snufkin doesnt worry about moomin forgetting about him when hes gone.

So i think thats why i latched onto him so quickly. Because hes a good role model for so many things i struggle with socially, and i want to be more like him.

#pies ramblings #ok to rb #snufkin #moomin

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⛓ ;)

//Okay, so i dunno why but this gave me the worst fucking anxiety, cause i feel like i know who sent it, but thats beside the point! Ive been on an Anti and Cloak kick, and im a slut for hurting Sam, so uh. Here we go?

Tw: (prison-esque) cells, chains, collars, panic, cursing, dehumanization, Anti being a smug son of a glitch, and some minor violence. 

The room was like a fucking prison cell, with a barred front wall and everything. The whole hall was filled with these cells, most of them were empty, but he was stuck in one of them. He could hear whimpering and pleading from another cell down the hall a little ways, the soft clinking of chains echoing throughout the entire floor. Marvin had given up breaking the chains hours ago, his magic fucking suppressed and his strength drained by whatever shit Anti had hit him with this time. He wanted to call out to the other occupants of the floor, wanting to help alleviate some of their fears, or maybe even help think of a way to get all of them out of here, but they had been hostile and angry at him the last few times he tried, so instead he stayed quiet and listened to them pleading for Anti to have mercy on them.

He heard the tell-tale sign of Anti glitching nearby, but he didnt even want to bother with looking at him and seeing that shit-eating grin or cocky swagger. He strutted past Marvin’s cell slowly, clearly showing off since he could easily glitch into whichever cell he wanted. He quickly understood why when a soft voice called, “Marv?" 

He looked up quickly, seeing Sam standing in front of his cell, her hands clutching desperately at the bars as Anti kept his hand on the back of her neck. He had let her stop, was letting them talk, but Marvin couldn’t care to guess why.

"Sam, its gonna be okay, we’re gonna get out of here.” Marvin tried to sound reassuring, hoping her nod meant he succeeded. She glanced down at the collar around his throat and the chains keeping his arms latched to the wall behind him, her eyes wide and frantic as they met his again. “Hey, its okay, im fine, dont worry about me!" 

She shook her head, her mouth floundering. He noticed her fists clenching tighter around the bars, and he shook his head, hoping to diffuse whatever was going through her head, but it was too late;  She swiveled on her heel, slamming her elbow into Anti’s throat. 

The glitch didnt even flinch, but his smile did fall as irritation set into the creases of his face. He stepped back, dragging Sam with him. He shoved her into the cell across from Marvin, glitching the same chains around her arms and legs, keeping her on her knees. 

She shrieked as they went on, Marvin assuming they were too tight or hurting her somehow. "Dont hurt her you stupid motherfucker!” He needed the attention back on him so Sam could get free, or at least unharmed.

Anti turned towards Marvin, a cruel light in his eyes and his sadistic grin back across his face. “You had your turn, kitten. The adults are talking." 

Marvin glared as Anti turned his back, not pointing out that Sam was still a fucking kid. Talking was the wrong word, he quickly realized, since Sam was still screaming and yanking at the chains, desperately trying to break out of them.

Anti walked into the cell further, glitching a big metal collar into his hands. She stopped screaming as he tilted her head up with the edge of it, her whimper loud enough to echo around the otherwise silent hall.

The click of the collar popping open had Sam struggling again, only this time to get away from Anti. The chains clanked loudly as she shuffled back on her knees, her hands coming around her body to protect her throat. "Please no, fuck please, ill be good, please please!” Her voice was high and desperate, sounding on the verge of tears or panic or both. 

Another loud glitching sound, and she gasped, shaky and quiet. Marvin heard more chains moving, presumably attaching her collar to the wall, before Anti stepped back out of the cell. He closed the gate loudly, everyone flinching a little in response, before he leaned as far between the bars of her cell as he could. 

His voice was low, but Marvin could catch bits of what he said, “… youre lucky, … hero’ll forget all … you, and … wont have … lose another parent.” Sam was gasping, Marvin could see her clawing at the collar, her lips forming words but her voice not carrying. Anti turned towards him, smug and proud, “Have fun.”

He glitched away, and Marvin edged closer to the edge of his cell, ignoring the pull of the chains in favor of calling out to Sam. 

She whined at his voice, he could see her flinch away from him. She was huddled in on herself in the far back of the cell, her hands still clutching at the collar. He risked calling out again. “Sam, are those too tight? Can you breath at least?” He didnt have a plan if she said no, but he didnt want to leave her alone. 

She nodded though, her voice sounding so much smaller than he was used to as she actually responded, “M fine, its fine, just bad, bad its bad, so much bad, fuck..” Her voice broke on the last curse, and Marvin could finally hear her panicky breathing. 

“Shit, Sam youre gonna be okay, we’re gonna get out of here soon,” Marvin couldnt tell if Sam’s whimpers were from him or from whatever was in her head, but he hoped to fuck that if it was in her head he was helping ground her.

She quickly fell quiet; not even her chains were clanking despite how ragged her breathing had been. He couldnt tell if she was okay, her body had curled into itself and her hair was hiding most of her face. He sat back a bit, relaxing his arms as he kept watch over her. 

He would at least try to help the one person here he knew didnt hate him.

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[roughlybarnes]

Night Terrors - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut! slight angst, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex (dont be a loner, cover your boner)

Request: Hi! I have a request for a Bucky fic where the reader was best friends with Buck and Steve in the 40s (she somehow got the serum or something to preserve her like the boys) and the team calls her in to help Bucky with his bad Hydra memories. smut or fluff or both, whatever you think. I know you’ll write the best thing!!

The call was quick.

“We need you. Somethings wrong with Bucky.”

You raced to the tower. Your feelings were overwhelming.

They hadn’t informed you on what was going on. You didn’t really care, you just needed him to be okay.

Steve and Bucky are the only remnants of your former life before the 21st century.

If you ever lost them, you dont know what you'd do.

When you got to the isolated tower, you ran in.

You spotted Steve, pacing.

"Where is he? Is he alright? Whats wrong?"

"Nightmares. He wont talk to me. Hes in his room."

Once you got to his room, you knocked lightly, not wanting to startle him.

He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

When your eyes met, he looked different. His eyes were clouded and red.

"Y/n?"

"Its me."

"Distract me." He whimpered.

"Do you want to talk?" You sat next to him.

"No, no more talking."

"Then wh-"

You were cut off by him turning toward you and cupping your face.

"I need to be back in the 40s. How we used to be."

The two of you were never truly a couple. You had done it several times back then but ever since, nothing had happened.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Positive."

You climbed on his lap and grabbed the back of his neck. You looked into his eyes, hoping to see the same old Bucky from the 40s, happy.

You were met with something darker.

He crashed his lips into yours, and you moved quickly with him.

His lips traveled to your jaw and then your neck.

You gasped loudly.

"You know, darling, ive missed this." He mumbled.

"Oh god me too." You whimpered when his lips continued to trail down to your collarbone.

He pulled down your shirt lower and lower until her just ripped it off. He was more rough than he used to be. His hands tightly gripped your hips and flipped you under him.

He trailed his lips down your stomach, leave red and purple bites all over. Once he met your hips, he hesitated to pull off your leggings. You kicked off your shoes and gave him the look.

He practically ripped off your pants and you whimpered realizing how clothed he was.

He took off his shirt, grimacing his metal arm.

You quickly distracted him by kissing down his torso, kneeling right before him.

Your hands quickly worked their way to his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

You saw his ready cock and licked your lips in anticipation.

As you began to pump his member, you made eye contact with the brooding man.

You kitten-licked his tip, and then licked a solid stripe down his shaft.

"Doll just like that." He grumbled out.

You began to take him in your mouth, trying your best to fit all of him.

He threw his head back, his mouth open, panting. His eyes were squinted shut and he looked in pure bliss.

You kept going, hollowing your cheeks, he was clearly getting on edge quickly.

His hands were tangled in your hair, a makeshift ponytail made but not used to guide you. You were in control.

He was about to cum, and thats why you were so suprised when he pulled you off of him.

"Not yet." He mumbled, gesturing for you to stand up.

You did as told and faced him.

He wasted no time discarding your bra, and pushing you against the wall, rubbing your soaking panties.

"You're absolutely drenched for me, arent ya, doll." He smirked cockily.

"Just fuck me already, Bucky." You whimpered.

"No need to ask twice." He pulled down your panties, kissing your thighs slopily before coming back up to you.

He picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. He quickly entered you and you yelped.

He wasted no time before pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back in again.

The room echoed with the sound of your skin slapping together, your yells and moans, and buckys grunting and groaning.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your legs feeling completely numb and limp.

You could barely hold on to his waist anymore.

"Bucky. Bed." You sputtered out.

He quickly did as told, without even pulling out. He began to pound into you in missionary position.

Your back arched up to almost reach his chest. Your toes curled.

"God, Bucky." You moaned.

"Y/n." He called out.

"Fuck! Bucky!" You yelled.

He knew what it meant. You were almost there.

The two of you switched positions so you were riding him.

His hands latched on to your hips, guiding you back and forth as you grinded down on him.

You began to shake and sputter as your finish came over you. You tried to keep going to keep him satisfied but you couldnt manage it.

He lifted you up, moving his hips to ride you through it, and at the same time, his orgasm washed over him.

"Oh, fuck." He spilled himself into you, groaning and gasping.

You rolled over onto the bed, getting yourself dressed.

"That was amazing." He said.

"It was incredible, but i gotta go so no one gets suspicious."

He nodded, knowingly. You grabbed your bra and panties, searching for your top.

"Shit. You ripped my shirt, remember."

"Whoops."

"Well now theyre definitely gonna know."

"So just stay. Who cares." He persuaded, grabbing his boxers and putting them on.

"Do you really want me to?"

"I would love you to, doll." He said, grabbing you and pulling you to the bed.

He hugged you close to his chest.

"Thank you." Bucky said.

"For what?"

"Being here."

"I always will be." You mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.

"Is everything alri- what?!" Steve barged in the room.

Your faces immediately turned beat red.

You looked at Bucky trying to think of an explanation why you were both on his bed, cuddling, in your underwear.

"Well, this really is just like the 40s." You said, referencing the first time the two of you did it, and Steve walked in.

"Nice job, Captain Cant Knock." Bucky shook his head, laughing

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers imagine

[matronaa]

Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz  e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it  and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is  l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i  d i e  for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das  a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur  like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

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Because I’m selfish could you do a shipping me with members thing? I’m short, half Greek and Scottish but raised in Australia (yes, I do have an accent) I have really long brown hair and hazel eyes, and I play bass and sing. I love to read and write, and I almost always have headphones on and music blasting. I also am a drama student and I love to act. Thank you so much xxxxx Love your blog btw.

hi! don’t feel selfish for this, i’mma keep it real with you pal - i have asked for several ships before nO SHAME

anyways, in relation to BoRhap - I ship you with Gwilym!!! At first I was going to say Joe, but I think I see you meshing with Gwilym really well:

When Gwilym got cast as Brian in BoRhap, you were the first one he called. First, to break the news. Second, to ask you for a little help brushing up on his skills. He knew you played bass, and it wasn’t exactly lead guitar, but he still wanted to know all of your little tips and pointers in case there was something he could use when he finally met Brian.

In fact, he came over the next day with his guitar, already ready to learn. You were happy to oblige, but you admitted to him early on that you didn’t exactly know how well you’d be able to translate your bass-centered ideas to the guitar.

“What’s different about the two?” he’d asked, seated across from you and leaning forward over his guitar, genuinely interested in what you had to say. He considered you a great mind on the subject.

“Well, the mechanics are similar, you know, as far as that goes, but the fingerings aren’t going to be the same…” you rambled on for a minute, Gwil transfixed by everything you were saying.

After you were done speaking, he’d grinned at you proudly. “You’re brilliant, love.”

He calls you brilliant a lot, actually. It’s his favorite thing to say to you, because of the way your eyes light up when he says it. They are already brimming with all kinds of energy, but after he calls you brilliant - that’s when he’s the most captivated.

You heard that word - brilliant - coming out of his mouth the most often when he was reading over your latest writing, no matter what style it was. Poetry, prose, he loved it all. 

“Can I keep this one?” he’d asked one time, holding up a piece of prose you’d written specifically about him. You grinned and took it back from him, looking over it for a moment.

“What’s so special about this one?” you’d asked as you sat back on the bed, preferring the poem you’d written about him a few months ago much more than this piece. But boy, did he have an answer for you. In fact, you’d never heard someone speak as passionately about something as Gwil would once he got going.

He stood up and gave you a 10 minute speech about why he thought you should let him keep that short story, introduction, body, and conclusion to the speech all included.

“So, can I?” he’d asked after a moment of you sitting there, dumbfounded. He gave you a toothy smile as he sat back down next to you.

“You were definitely born to be an actor,” you mumbled, handing the prose to him and shaking your head in disbelief at how much he’d fought for those two pages of writing. That’d gotten a chuckle out of him, and he peppered the side of your face with kisses before happily taking the story back.

Speaking of acting, Gwil LOVED coming to your performances. He took a whole week off of filming once just so he could see every night of your theater company’s Anything Goes. 

He’d posted a big long paragraph about your performance after opening night, telling all of his loyal followers how brilliant you had been, and how proud he was of you. And, of course, he’d put some sentences in there about how much he loved you and loved going on this journey with you.

And then Joe commented “-Bri” just to make fun of how eerily alike Gwil was to his elder double. Classic Joe.

Now, if we’re talking Queen, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really think I ship you with Roger - HEAR ME OUT, I have some (probably weak) reasons:

The reason I think you’d caught Roger’s eye before any of the other boys is because of your accent - he’d latched onto it almost immediately after hearing you speaking to Deacon, who had hired you as a bass tech. You were both eagerly discussing some kind of system that Roger hadn’t a clue about, but your voice was like a drug to him.

He’d made a point of inserting himself into the conversation, introducing himself and chastising John a bit.

“How come I haven’t met your friend here sooner?” Roger scolded John playfully, John just laughing and shaking his head.

“This is Y/N, she’s my new tech. I figured I’d introduce her to the most sane members of the band first, but first I have to figure out who those are.”

You’d laughed at that, particularly because of the mock hurt on Roger’s face before he’d reached out to shake your hand, you introducing yourself this time.

“That accent,” he’d had to point out, letting go of your hand, “Where is it from?”

“Australia. What about yours?” you’d countered, noticing a bit of a different lilt to his words than John’s.

Roger scoffed at that, shrugging. “Cornwall. Exciting stuff, eh?”

After that day, he’d always find reasons to come and talk to you, sometimes the reason being no better than him wanting to hear your accent.

The day Roger realized he actually might fancy you was when he’d noticed you writing on one of the off days and asked to see a sneak peek of what you were doing. Roger loved writing songs, and wondered if you had any good material.

You did. In fact, he was thoroughly impressed by your work, and spent the rest of the day work-shopping with you, which spilled over into a late night coffee run before it was time to go hop on the bus to head to the next tour stop.

You were in the coffee shop, talking about what Queen had coming up after this tour, when Roger had redirected the conversation.

“You know, I’ve never asked, what did you study back home?” he’d inquired, curious to see what kind of person you were. He’d pegged you as some sort of major similar to John based on your identical knowledge of his bass, so he was pleasantly surprised when you revealed that you were a drama student. “An actor, huh? That must be why you’re so seemingly interested in all of Brian’s stories. God, explains so much now.”

You had to laugh at that, shaking your head. “No, no, Brian actually has some good stories and knows how to tell them. Now you, on the other hand…” you’d trailed off, Roger recoiling in slight insult at what you’d suggested. 

Someone who could keep up with his humor and insult him while they were at it? You were growing on him quickly.

One thing he always really enjoyed doing once you grew more comfortable around him was (carefully) taking your headphones and listening to a little bit of whatever you were currently listening to.

At first, it annoyed you a bit, but when you realized he was genuinely wanting to pick up on some of your music taste, you allowed it to happen with little to no issue. 

Also, he’d started slipping you song recommendations on tapes of his, labeling them cute things and drawing little smiley faces on them. Though it was difficult to understand his scrawlings sometimes, you cherished those tapes.

While we’re talking about songs, Roger liked to hear you sing. One time, you were trying to explain a part of the song where you thought Deacon wasn’t getting a good sound out of his bass to another tech, and you started singing the chorus part where it started sounding off.

Roger was, for lack of better words, shook.

Like, he loved your voice.

So, clever little gentleman he is, he found a way to start getting you to sing around him more by pretending to hear issues with the bass in the songs they’d play during their sets.

“It was like, it was muted during the last part of the second chorus, you know?” he’d said one time, working his way into it nonchalantly. “Like, the part where, you know, Fred goes, ‘and I love the things…’“ he’d trailed off, pretending not to remember the next part.

You thought for a moment, then you sang in a soft voice just to clarify.  “And I love the things, I really love the things that you do, oh, you’re my best friend? That part?”

“Yeah, yeah!” he’d say, smiling and pointing at you like you were a genius for remembering the simplest lyrics in the whole set.

You caught on after a few times of false alarms from him, but you let him keep believing that he had you right where he wanted you. It was honestly really cute that he’d go through so much work to hear you sing, even if he didn’t necessarily need to try that hard.

(But don’t tell him that, for God’s sake.)

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The Hatch

I pulled up outside the dilapidated farm at 9:30pm. Waiting for me were my best friends and fellow explorers. We had agreed to meet at 9:00 but I was late, due to my second thoughts about this particular expedition.

“Where’ve you been” asked Harry, my oldest friend

“Sorry man, I got lost” I lied

“Its freezing out here dude” moaned Nicky, the baby of the group

“Well I’m here now, so lets get moving” I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

I had heard stories about this place. The Cold War era bunker was a hot spot for urban explorers such as us, with stories ranging from there being homeless people living down there to a forgotten about Nuclear Missile, not that I believed the latter.

We set off towards where we thought the entrance hatch would be and started looking. The field was overgrown and it was dark so that made things much harder that it would have been in the light. We should have brought a metal detector in hindsight. Eventually Harry tripped and fell to the ground

“Found it” he grumbled as he rose to his feet rubbing his knee where he fell.

Nicky swooped down and found the latch. Padlocked.

“Theres bolt cutters in the truck” He said as he turned around and started walking back to where we had parked.

“Do you think this is a good idea dude?” I asked Harry who was still rubbing at his knee

“Why man, you scared?” he replied, slight mockery in his voice

“Nah man I’m not scared, its just, you’ve heard the stories about this place right?” I shot back

“Yeah, I have, I don’t believe them though” he said

“Well I think there may be truth to some of them, I mean, if you were homeless, wouldn’t you like to find somewhere that could provide you with an escape?”

“Maybe, but not somewhere like this”

Nicky was running back with the bolt cutters in hand when he jumped in on the conversation

“Have you guys heard the rumours about the nuke?” he asked excitedly

“Yeah we have, thats what we were just discussing” said Harry

Nicky bent down and managed to cut the lock free from the latch and pulled it open with a loud clunk.

“Mark the date boys” he said with a smile “June 23rd, 1994”

The stale smell from what I could only assume was from the stagnant water that had collected at the bottom of the hatch. We pulled out our flashlights and peered into the darkness, the light didn’t reach far enough to illuminate the bottom.

“Who’s going first?” I asked “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“One, two, three”

Harry and Nicky showed rock, I showed scissors. I lowered myself onto the rusty ladder and started to make my way down, followed by Harry then Nicky

I reached the bottom first, obviously. The silence was deafening. I looked around in the pitch black for any sign of light but there was none, so I flicked on the flashlight.

We  were in a long tunnel with water up to our ankles. The three of us moved slowly shining our light on the floors and walls. The tunnel took a sharp left and let to a set of metal stairs that ran up to a door that was already open.

I pushed the door open and went in. The room we entered was big, there was an old metal detector that you would have had to walk through, similar to something you might see at an airport. We carefully passed through stepping over an old chair and what looked like a lunchbox.

There was no water up here due to it being raised off the main entrance. We continued on past the metal detector and into what looked like a lounge area. There were old sofas and some propaganda posters on the wall, all of which had turned yellow with age. Nicky wandered over to the far wall and tried the light switch, there was a sound like an engine and the lights flickered on

“Great” he said, turning off his flashlight

“Well I’ll be fucked” exclaimed Harry, “They work”

Harry and I turned off the flashlights in our hands and put them in our pockets.

With the lights now working we looked around, there was a lot of stuff in the lounge, sofas, a table and chairs, a coffee pot and an old Coca Cola fridge that was, unfortunately, empty.

We looked around and decided to go through a door on the far side of the room, the door led to a long hallway with rooms on either side that would of served as sleeping quarters for the base personnel. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a sign that read “Authorised Personnel Only”

“What do you think is back there” I asked

“No idea” said Nicky “But thats what we’re here to find out”

Pushing past me and placing his hand on the door, Nicky pushed, the door creaked open and I reached for the inside wall to see if I could find a light switch. I found it and flicked it on, the room lit up and revealed something I won’t ever be able to forget.

The room was about the same size as the lounge but this was different. There were control panels on one side facing out against a huge window while on the other side there were computers on desks. But there was also something that made my balls leap into my throat. Beds, about ten of them, well not real beds, but nests. They were made out of old newspapers and pages from books with crudely sewn together patchwork blankets.

“So there was homeless living down here” Said Harry

“Looks like it” Said Nicky walking over to the control panels.

He randomly started pressing buttons when something beeped. He reeled back as the board started lighting up and then, through the window, lights started to switch on, shining light on what looked like a rocket. But no, this was what all the stories were about, it was true.

What we could only assume was a weapon of mass destruction stood illuminated through the glass. it was huge, but, it looked like it had seen better days, it was rusted and had panels hanging off and exposed wires and water dripping off it.

“Dude, what did you do?” I asked

“No way” said Nicky with a growing smile

“We should leave” I said. As soon as the words left my mouth there was a loud bang, we spun around and saw that the door we entered in had been slammed shut, we saw what had caused it straight away.

In front of the door stood a man.

“I’m sorry” said the man

Terrified I asked

“Who are you?”

“My name is Dr John Parsons, I used to work here” he said gruffly stepping into the light, revealing his face, it was pale and covered in lesions and boils that oozed puss, he had a long grey beard but no hair on the top of his head.

“What are you sorry for?” asked Harry

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you leave”

“What?” I asked stepping forward trying to look intimidating

“Look son, I’ve been down here for as long as I can remember, back when we were working down here we had a catastrophic breach in the missile you see down there, I was fortunate enough to be far enough away when it happened, there was a leak. Something that we couldn’t identify poured into the silo, the engineers were the worst affected, some died instantly, some were scared and disfigured, like me, some changed”

“Changed? How” Asked Harry

“I wish I could tell you son” said the doctor “When the incident happened those of us who were quarantined were left down here with promises of help being sent, they never came. I was the only one who still had his wits about him, I ran and hid in the mess hall and I’ve been in there ever since, I’m almost through the decades worth of food and water that was stored there”

“We need to leave, now” said Nicky and pushed past the doctor to the door, the old mans hand was quickly clasped around Nicky’s forearm

“I implore you son, don’t go out there, they know you’re here”

“Who knows we’re here?” I asked stepping forward again

“The Changed, they know you’re here and they will be looking for you” the doctor said with terror in his eyes

“You mean you’re not alone?” asked Nicky, pulling his arm free and backing away

“As far as I know they’re still here, I hear them moving around at night, they’re fast, they don’t seem to eat or sleep, they’re smart though I know that, those are their beds” he said gesturing to the nests we saw earlier.

“What do we do?” I asked

“I don’t know son, we’re going to run to the mess hall, we can figure something out there”

The doctor gingerly opened the door and looked down the hall, he gestured to us to follow. He took off running down the hall and took a swift right into one of the side rooms. He ran to the back wall and pulled open a door

“Through here” he said

Once we were all inside he bolted the door and jammed a broom handle through the handles for safe measure.

Inside was a mess hall that he had converted into a living space. He had a bed, a small seating area with some old magazines and some books. There was what looked like a security set up, with access to cameras all across the base, totally useless though because there was no light, until he must have saw us.

“Are we the first people you’ve seen down here?” Asked Nicky, sitting in one of the steel chairs

“No” came the reply “There were others, Ive seen some leave after the lobby some leave after finding the control room. But I’ve also seen some run, screaming after going beyond the control room, and I’ve seen some come, but not leave”

“Shit” mumbled Harry “Are we the first you’ve helped?”

“Yes” replied the doctor “I wish I could’ve helped more, but I was scared, scared of the changed”

I looked around and found a chair to sit in. We all gathered around the table

“So how do we get out of here?” I asked

“Only two ways” Replied the doctor “The hatch you came down, or there is another one, on the other side of the base, but its too dangerous, I wouldn’t advise it”

“So we leave the way we came in?” said Harry, standing up as if ready to leave

“Seems its your only option” the doctor replied

We all stood up and got ready to leave

“You coming doc?” asked Harry

“No son I’m not, I’m afraid I’m dying, I’ve spent my better years down here and I want to die here”

“Are you sure? A lot has changed on the surface” Nicky said

“I’m an old man, my time is almost up, I’d just slow you down, now go”

We un-barricaded the door and swung it open. We moved slowly as to not attract any attention. After retracing our steps we descended the metal steps into the stagnant water when we saw it, lit up by the moon light it was crouched over at the bottom of the ladder, its pale, scorched skin glowing in the moonlight, it hadn’t seen us yet, we stopped and started to slowly back up the stairs when there was a loud creak.

We stopped dead in our tracks, it moved, we heard the water sloshing around its feet, then, it started to run, it was inhumanly fast

“RUN!” shouted Harry and we took off back up the stairs, through the lobby, down the corridor and past the mess hall into the control room and barred the door, there was a loud crash as it collided with the heavy steel door.

Catching our breath we contemplated our next move was. We were trapped, eventually we decided to go through the door that led past the control room.

The door was heavy and took the tree of us to push it open, the smell that we were greeted with was blinding, it caused our eyes to water and Nicky to vomit. If you have ever smelled week old roadkill, imagine that but a hundred times more potent.

Once we were accustomed to the smell we noticed that there was a large steel spiral staircase that went down into the bowels of the missile silo.

Once at the bottom we were submerged up to our knees in water at the bottom of the missile. We waded slowly through the mixture of water and what we could only hope was sewage and nothing more.

“The fuck was that!?” Nicky exclaimed

“Keep your voice down” I whisper-shouted back

“Something brushed past my leg dude” Nicky whispered

“Probably nothing, its all in your mind thats all” said Harry

“Nah dude, felt like something swimming”

“Just keep moving” I said

“Ahh fuck guys there it was again” Nicky said. I turned around to look at him only to see a pair of eyes looking out above the water

“Nicky run!” I shouted, but it was too late, one of the changed leaped out of the water and wrapped its arms and legs around Nicky, it sunk its teeth into his neck and ripped out a huge chunk of flesh, sinew and arteries, Nicky gurgled, I’ll never forget that sound. As he fell back there were more of them, standing up from the water and wading slowly over to join in the feeding frenzy.

Harry and I waded as fast as we could to the other side of the silo where we found an identical stair case. We ran up it as fast as our legs would take us. We burst into the room at the top of the stairs, it was pitch black. We tried our flashlights but they were soaked and wouldn’t turn on. We were in total blackness.

“We’re fucked aren’t we?” I asked Harry, expecting him to be the voice of reason

“It would seem that way brother” came the reply. We stood in darkness for what seemed like an eternity until the lights suddenly came on

“What the fu—“ I was cut off short by the buzzing of an intercom

“I got the old thing working!” came the doctors voice while he laughed to himself at his accomplishment “Guys listen, that side of the base is identical to this one, you just need to go the same way but this time, there is no hatch and no ladder, its a door that leads into the adjacent field”

“Doc we lost Nicky” I said bowing my head at the intercom on the wall

“I’m sorry for that son, I truly am but you need to keep going, theres nothing you can do for him now, I don’t know how many of them are on that side but I wish you luck” the intercom buzzed off

“We need to get moving man” Harry said putting a hand on my shoulder

“I know man just give me a minute” there was suddenly a loud bang at the door to the staircase, they were there against it, trying to get inside, their moans were blood curdling

“Right, lets move” I said, running to the other door.

Pulling it open, we ran down the corridor with the barracks either side, around the corner until we were met with a long corridor and a door at the end, there was light shining through a crack at the bottom, it was morning, we had been down here all night. Before we could take off running I was tackled from behind, I rolled onto my back just in time for one of the changed to jump on top of me, it roared in my face, I could smell the unmistakeable scent of death on its breath.

Harry had found a piece of rebar and swung it down, crushing the head of the beast, its black blood oozed onto my face, i gagged and pushed it off, knowing the others wouldn’t be far behind. We started running for the door when the others barrelled down the corridor behind us, as we reached the door it dawned on me that it was probably locked from the outside.

We crashed into the door and fumbled with the latch, to my surprise, the latch swung down and the door opened, I heard Harry grunt after being tackled through the open door but before the changed could do anything it started to scream and roll around in agony on the floor, covering its eyes, the others stopped at the doorway, afraid of the light, the one on the floor slowly started to burn and sizzle until the screams died. I looked at Harry and without saying a word, we walked away.

We reached the trucks about half an hour later, we had walked slowly, we were tired. Harry jumped in my truck and we took off down the dirt road.

After about an hour driving, not really knowing where we were going there was blaring siren and 4 black SUVs pulled up alongside us and boxed us in, we were forced to stop.

“Stay in the car” came a voice over a bullhorn “Keep your hands where we can see them”

Harry and I both put our hands out in front of us. After 2 minuets of waiting men in hazmat suits surrounded the car. One of them approached either side of the truck and opened the door, sticking needles into our arms.

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed. In front of me was a mirror, I soon realised it was a one way mirror. A voice over the intercom system said

“Nice of you to finally join us Mr Dalton, that is your name right? Eric Dalton?”

“Where am I?” I asked, my head still foggy from whatever they had given me

“Don’t worry about that. Do you know what you’ve done? What you stumbled across down in that hole? No I guess you don’t” He said “You discovered one of America’s best kept secrets. Do you know how many times we have had to change the lock on that damn hatch because of stupid idiots like you?”

“Who are you? Where am I? Wheres Harry?” I shouted

“Mr Williams died not long after we brought you here, lethal doses of radiation I’m afraid”

I started crying a screaming, struggling against the handcuffs attaching me to the bed.

“Now Mr Dalton, you need to understand that we can’t let you leave this place. You absorbed too much radiation down there, you’ll  be leaving us soon, so please, don’t struggle just relax, it should be relatively painless” the intercom shut off.

The next few days were hell, bleeding from the eyes, nose and mouth, vomit, diarrhoea but you get the picture, slowly I started to feel tired and then the pain subsided and a feeling of calm swept over me like a fresh blanked straight out of the dryer.

I knew I would see Harry and Nicky again and hey who knows, maybe I’ll see the Doc too.  

I hope you enjoyed this not so short, short story. This one took me a while, if you make it to the end I’d be very happy. 

Stay Creepy

J

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An Interlude (or: The Groundhog)

I can’t speak for Alex’s point of view of this, i make it a point not to listen in on what people think, or peek at what theyre doing. So ill just have to hope that im doing something good and not something invasive and inappropriate.. i would have asked to be sure but i really want it to be a surprise.. anyways, ive asked them to tell me when they have a few hours they wont be needed or called on. Preferably nighttime. I’ve asked pixel to wake me up if they text me while im asleep. Oh! There it is, alex says they’re home for a while and dont have anything to do. Ok, time for them to open the box. HS: ok, so, do you trust me? AR: yes? Why? HS: because im gonna give you some instructions and i need you to follow them exactly, no questions asked. Can you do that? AR: yeeeess? HS: promise? AR: of course Hs: ok. Open the box. Its extremely heavy dont bother trying to move it all at once. Theres a helmet in the box, put it on and press your hand to the panel on the right side.

I quickly go put on my matching helmet and climb through the door in the wall nearest me, climbing onto a machine and pressing some buttons. Through the headset in the helmet i hear a beep and some muffled rustling. Smiling to myself, i begin speaking “hi alex! These are prerecorded instructions, please follow them exactly, and dont push any buttons on anything unless instructed to do so. Each time you complete one step of the instructions, please press the panel on the right side of your helmet to proceed to the next.” I hear alex intake a startled breath, and make some disgruntled confused noises followed by “okayy…” i wait to hear the beep that indicates theyve pressed the panel “in the box there is a round object, its very heavy but shouldnt be impossible to lift. I call it groundhog. Remember when i asked you where youd put a trap door if you could? Put the groundhog there.” *beep* “lift the cover on the top and press the big green button. Step back, now, you’ve got a minute or so, take it to choose something on your phone to watch thats around twenty minutes long. You’re gonna want it later. Once you’ve chosen something, open it on your phone, look at it with the helmet visor down, and press the left panel on your helmet" i know alex is probably at the moment very confused, i had them carry a medium sized heavy machine to a spot on the floor and press a button on it only to have it suddenly start expanding and moving around, but it will all make sense soon. *beep* “ok! Now next time you hit that left panel it will play the video youve chosen on your visor screen, i swear its a comfortable brightness, the audio will overtake the headset as well. Now! In the box there is also a handle, and a very heavy ladder. Bring the handle to the spot where the groundhog was, put it down, press the button, and it a pull, and push the door to the side.” Im beginning to get a little nervous.. theyre about to push the door to the side and see a fucking tunnel drop under the floor.. “jesus christ Heather..” Ah. Yep. I can hear alex being very confused… they might have to sit a second before prompting the next instruction.. i mean theres a fucking tunnel in their floor.. shit. Maybe this was a bad- *beep* oh.. “ok! Now theres a hole in your floor, sorry about that, you’ll thank me later, i promise. Take the ladder from the box to the trap door, making sure the arrow you’ll see is pointing up, attach the upper end in the clearly designated space at the trap door, and press the release latch.” *bzzz bzzz* i check my phone,

AR: ok i know you said no questions asked but what the fuck HS: sorry sorry sorry just trust me i swear its a good thing i just want it to be a surprise or i’d have asked… AR: okayyyyy HS: i love youuuuu AR: i love you toooo *beep* “ok! So your ladder has extended down the tunnel and lit up, but before you climb down, you’ll need the last thing in the box: the bag of lights. So get that and sling it over your shoulder. Then go over to the door, press the button on the handle again and remove it. Using the same method you used before opening the door, attach the handle to the bottom of the door. Now begin your climb down the ladder, i recommend closing the door behind you.” Oh god here we go. I mean the pauses between the end of my instruction and the beep implies they’re probably actually following them so.. “fucking christ..” Yeah.. “…….what the fuck” Oh they found the groundhog. *beep* “So, assuming you’ve reached the bottom of the ladder, youre now seeing the fully expanded groundhog. On the left side theres a deposit shoot, pour the lights in there. Then stand on the platform. You’ll see a covered control panel in front of you, ignore it, you dont need it for this adventure. You’ll only need the top,uncovered, row of buttons. Once youre on the platform, take hold of the platform to your right-” “take hold of this dick..” Oh my god alex, i struggle not to interrupt my dialogue and give away the game “-and bring it around behind you. It should click into place. Press your heels back into the panel, flatten yourself against it, you’ll, notice a button under your right hand, dont push it. DO push the latch button above the control panel, and please do not be alarmed and remember that you trust me and i promise this isnt gonna hurt you.” I figured i should throw a warning in, since the helmet is going to attach itself to the panel, the panel will inflate and release safety straps. “Oh shit.. ok” Yep. *beep* “Now press the ‘beacon’ button, and then the standby button in front of it, now go ahead and play the video on your headset with the left side panel. Make yourself comfortable, pressed back against the cushion as tightly as possible, and press the button under your hand.” Woosh.. ok, i turn off the microphone on my end and strap myself to the cushion behind my back, “FUCK” I hear alex gasp suddenly.. yeah.. i should have warned about sudden movement.. too late now. i close my eyes, exhale slowly, and press a button. ~roughly 20 minutes later~ I sit in a tunnel, waiting, and hoping i havent crossed a line, waiting for- a rapid rumbling interrupts my thoughts, i jump up and look, to see a large round shap forcing its way through, pushing eath to the sides and compressing it. The machine turns slightly to the left and i watch the helmeted figure try to look around before pressing the right side of their helmet. *beep* i take a deep breath and try to contain my smile “you have reached your destination, to release, press the latch button again. Push the deflated cushion back to the standby position.” I watch them push the button, and struggle with moving the cushion. I chuckle, and say “now turn around and say hello” the figure freezes and slowly turns. I take off my helmet. “And maybe give your lover a kiss?” Alex takes off their helmet and stares at me and disbelief, i shuffle awkwardly in place, “hey darlin, how’ve you- MMPH!” I dont get to finish my conversation starter, having been rushed by my love, lifted off the ground, and kissed soundly. Which is a much better way, to end this story (or start another one?), than “how’ve you been” ❤