#i saw it and just. almost coughed up my lung because i was laughing so hard

[seattlesellie]

don’t cross the line

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: smut (mdni), cheating, angst, mutual masturbation, just morally wrong, mentions of alcohol

Parties in Jackson fucking suck.

It’s not like youve ever been at a different party, but still. You’ve read about them in the little magazines from the old days you found on patrols. Small blurbs about meaningless celebrities, a concept you barely even understood, drinking themselves to oblivion. Paparazzi pictures of young starlets in black limousines, rappers getting coked up in dark bathrooms. You never really got it. Parties in Jackson were like a parallel universe.

“They must have made that up” you told Dina, your best friend and trusty patrol partner. “Nope” she shrugged. “Heard that Paris Hilton girl was really like that.”

Paris hilton would have hated Jackson parties. A bunch of old people, and a handful of young ones, dancing around to the beat of an old country song, if you could even call that a beat.

You could have responded with a simple “No thanks” when Jesse had invited you to tonights party. You could have told him you were tired, busy, sick, he would have left you alone - But you didn’t, alas, this is how you found yourself here. Alone, in an old barn, listening to the batshit insane, drunk ramblings of an old fart named Seth.

“Ripped that fella’s throat with just one move” Seth mumbled, laughing stupidly at his own words.

“Go — got him real good n’dirty, I tell ya”

Whoever said “respect the elderly” clearly never met Seth. His breath reeked of whiskey and cigarettes that he traded for food and supplies, and my god, he was standing so close you could see the veins in his yellow tinted eyeballs. You really were too polite for your own good, you thought to yourself, because Ellie would have shoved him away already.

Ellie.

You felt like slapping yourself in the face. What the hell does she have to do with this? Why can’t you just let it fucking go already? It truly was desperate, and pathetic, and borderline immoral, the amount you spent thinking about that girl.

So what if she used to be your best friend. So what if she was the first girl who ever made you feel something, even if it was too late. She has a girlfriend, and she’s not thinking about you, she doesn’t care, maybe never has, probably never will. She left you for her, with that useless excuse of “Cat doesn’t like it when we hang out” followed by a pathetic “We can do it in secret, though.”, when she saw your eyes turn glossy and your breath hitch up. Fuck her, and fuck those memories. Fuck all the nights you spent together telling each other your deepest and darkest desires, and especially fuck that time you almost-

“Hey”

You'd recognize that voice anywhere.

A royal blue flannel button up shirt appeared at the corner of your eye.

“Mind if I steal her for a sec, Seth?”

She sounded raspy, laced with that velvety layer her voice had adorned whenever she had a sip or more of Whiskey. When you drank together for the first time, at the ripe age of sixteen, next to a big bonfire and the ever so familiar scent of pine lacing your sense of smell, you told her that she sounds different when she’s drunk. More mature, somehow. Less fidgety, slower, sultrier. She replayed that sentence over and over again in her head. “Sultry”, she whispered to herself. “I sound sultry.”

Seth cleared his throat, a deep cough escaping his lungs.

“Of course, pretty girl like her shouldn’t be around me for too long, might start acting all wild!” The old man threw his hands in the air, and disappeared somewhere in the scarce crowd.

Your heartbeat was faster than normal, but that’s not new. Not when she was around, anyways.

Ellie stood by your side, hands crossed over her chest. She had a glass of Rum in her hand, not Whiskey. Funny.

“You’re a Rum type of girl now?” you questioned, never meeting her gaze. If you bothered to look to your side, you would have noticed she was staring.

“Fame’s changed me, I guess” She responded, mixing the fluid in her glass.

One week ago, Ellie went on patrol. One week ago, Ellie killed more infected in one go than anyone else had in years. She was the town’s hero, the infected slayer. Cat even made her a badge. She wasn’t wearing it now.

“Cat or fame?” you quietly mumbled under your breath.

You weren’t spectacularly brave with your words, but one glass of presumably expired white wine made a simple girl go very far.

“Hah. Funny” she scoffed dryly, earning her Rum another pointless swirl.

“You’re the towns hero, I’m the towns comedian, we’re both pretty famous, i’d say.”

Ellie’s gaze was fixed on the wall. She squinted her eyebrows slightly, humming in response. You looked over at her, for just a second, noticing the dim light reflecting in her eyes. She was a sight to behold, the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. You wish she knew that. You wish you could be the one to tell her.

You inhaled deeply, and it came out so shaky that when you exhaled you were terrified she heard the tremor in your body.

“Thank’s for the save, by the way” you said quietly, apologetic. You even smiled politely, which was absolutely for nothing, because she wasn’t looking at you, avoiding your gaze like the plague.

It’s not like Ellie and you didn’t talk since that night she told you she couldn’t see you anymore. It’s been two whole years. You had to talk, you had to communicate somehow, even if it was through polite smiles and dry conversations during shared patrols. Hell, you even went to Cat’s birthday party you somehow were invited to. Dina was practically on her knees begging you to come with her, and who could say no to Dina when she looked at them with those puppy eyes that could tug at a monsters heartstrings?

“Yeah, no problem. That man’s a fucking dickhead” Ellie scoffed, leaned against the bar and crossed her legs.

“Where’s Cat?” you questioned. Are you sure you only had one glass of wine?

“She’s not here” Ellie responded dryly, seemingly annoyed at your question. She almost tsk’d when you asked. She didn’t look surprised by your rude antics, maybe you got like this more often than you thought. How about that time you told her you’re surprised Cat didn’t pack her a sandwich with a sticker on it’s wrapper during patrol?

“I can tell… why?” you inquired. Your own voice was deeper too, it almost matched hers.

“Didn’t wanna come” Ellie said, stuffing a hand inside her pocket. She was uncomfortable, clearly, and wanted, needed, to make you shut up. It’s not because your presence annoyed her, It’s because she knew she was wrong. She knew she fucked up when she ditched you, and if only you knew how it was eating her alive every day. She had to do it, because in her eyes, she would have done something much worse if she hadn’t.

Being around you when she wasn’t with Cat was hard enough, because she knew she could never have you, that you’d never want her. Not if you knew. You were too smart, and too good, to ever want to be with her. Cat was easy, she didn’t ask too many questions. She’d lay there for Ellie when Ellie told her to, and she would agree to stop a conversation when it got too personal. When Ellie cried at night, and woke up sweating, she didn’t ask why. She let it go, and Ellie knew you never would have. You’d fucking hate her if you knew. She could have saved the world — and she didn’t. He didn’t let her. The wounds she had were too deep, they were clawing and tugging at her skin from the inside. Ellie was a tortured soul, and you didn’t deserve that. That’s why she left, and maybe, that’s why she was here right now.

“That’s too bad” you mumbled quietly. You did your best to make it sound genuine, and you failed miserably.

Ellie scoffed.

“Yeah”

You shifted slightly, and walked over to stand right in front of her. You met her eyes for the first time. Those stupid, beautiful emerald eyes.

Ellie looked down, and looked up at you. She swallowed deeply.

“Anyways” you sighed. “Think I’m gonna go”

“Already?” she questioned, slamming her Rum filled glass on the bar counter.

“Yeah, I’m cold and it sucks in here, so” you said, and smiled politely. It really was freezing, and talking to her like this was painful enough.

“Let me walk you” she blurted.

What?

“Huh?” walk you where? the door? you knew where it was.

She tugged at the loose string on the bottom of her button up. It was ironed, where did Ellie find and iron? Did Maria do it for her? Town hero perks?

“Let me walk you home” she repeated, her voice carrying a touch of insistence. Once again, you found yourself captivated by her burning gaze, those eyes that seemed to hold secrets yet to be unveiled.

“I can walk home alone, Ellie” You huffed, ever the stubborn.

“No” she exclaimed.

“Maria said it’s been pretty dangerous”

“I can have my own back, you know, I’m not an idiot” You scoffed. You knew she didn’t think you were an idiot, why did she have to walk you home?

“I know that — Just wanna make sure you’re safe”

“Gosh, Ellie thank you! thank you!” You said in the most high pitched voice you could fathom. “The town’s hero is at it again, everybody!” You exclaimed, slightly raising your voice, earning both of you a few curious looks from the townspeople.

Ellie wasn’t embarrassed. She was just annoyed. And she wanted to slap you in the face for being so stubborn.

She grasped your arm with an unexpected forcefulness, pulling you along as she swiftly guided you outside. In the process, you accidentally bumped into a few people, hastily muttering a string of apologetic "sorry" and "excuse me" as you hurriedly tried to navigate through the crowd. You attempted to resist her firm grip, trying to free yourself with a burst of strength, but you found yourself overpowered by her determination.

Once she managed to pull you outside, she finally released her grip on your arm, allowing you a brief respite from her firm hold.

“You are not walking me anywhere, Williams” you scoffed. What made her think you needed her help?

“You’ve always been so fucking stubborn” she turned to face you. Her hands were on her hips. Her face wore the same expression she did when you went on your first patrol together, when you insisted on going left, even though she knew you had to go right.

“I’m walking now” you stepped away, and started walking. “And if you followed me — you wouldn’t be walking me home, you’d be stalking me” you exclaimed as you backed away.

Ellie quickly followed your pace, her boots stomping on the snow covered ground.

“You are”

Step

“So fucking annoying”

This was the longest conversation you’ve had with Ellie in two whole years. It felt like nothing’s changed, except for everything.

The following ten minutes were torturous. You were walking fast, Ellie right behind you. No words were exchanged between you, the silence enveloping the crisp air as you both walked in silence. Your attention turned inward, focusing on the sensation of the cold air filling your lungs with each breath, and the soft sound of Ellie's boots pressing against the creaking snow beneath her.

You finally arrived at your place. It’s grey exterior blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. Every inch of its structure was adorned with a delicate coat of white.

You turned around to face her.

Ellie’s skin appeared slightly flushed, with a rosy tinge highlighting her cheeks, and her nose bore a noticeable reddish hue, hinting at the crisp winter air. She didn’t say a word.

You took a deep breath. She looked cold.

“Want me to make you some tea?” you questioned. You didn’t mean to let her in, and she didn’t expect you to ask. She looked surprised, her eyebrows turned slightly upwards.

“M’fine” Ellie insisted, her voice resolute despite the chill in the air. She sought warmth by tucking her hands deep into the pockets of her dark green coat.

“Jesus, Ellie — Just come inside” you urged, the concern evident in your voice.

“If walking you was stalking wouldn’t coming in be breaking and entering?” she inquired, a sarcastic tone lacing her words.

“Just —“ you uttered, your voice trailing off as you reached for the doorknob, slowly opening the door.

“Come inside”

"Fine," Ellie relented, her resolve wavering as she decided to follow in your footsteps.

The house welcomed you with its cozy warmth, though slightly disorganized in its appearance. Yet, amidst the subtle chaos, it remained a comforting sanctuary, always your safe space. Being there brought a sense of solace, as if the troubles of the outside world faded away. And with Ellie's presence by your side, an inexplicable tingling sensation spread through your being.

You proceeded to heat up some water, carefully attending to the task of preparing tea, a familiar ritual.

Ellie never knew where to sit, or where to stand, so there she was, examining every single one of your movements. The air felt thick, like you could cut the tension with a switchblade.

"Your house looks different," she murmured in a low voice, leaning against the cream-colored wall.

“Bad different?” You questioned, taking out two mugs from the cupboard.

“No, just… more stuff” she murmured.

"Well," you uttered as you gently placed the teabag into the awaiting mug. “You haven’t been here in a while, so”

Ellie hummed in response, and bit her lower lip.

“You’ve kind of changed too.” you murmured.

“Tattoos looking bigger. And you look more tired. Plus, your shirt looks ironed, so maybe you even… showered? Woah.” you teased.

“Fuck, you really are funny huh?” she said, crossing her arms.

“Always were a sucker for my jokes” you responded with a sly smile.

She didn’t mean to say what she said next, because that was like opening a pandora’s box. Or, more like, the gates to hell.

“This is the longest conversation we’ve had in years” Ellie murmured. You handed her the green colored mug, your finger brushing her’s for a second. You both flinched.

“Mhm” you took a sip from your tea. It was still so hot, it burned your tongue.

“And who’s fault is that?” You questioned, raising your eyes to meet her burning gaze. It was incredibly impulsive.

Ellie rolled her eyes. She looked baffled.

“You still don’t get it, do you? She questioned.

“Get what? that your girlfriend doesn’t like me? trust me Ellie, I get that, crystal clear.” You smiled, as you slammed your mug on the counter.

“I’m not doing this right now” she declared, her tone firm and resolute.

Oh, did that sentence burn through you.

“I think you are” you stepped forward to face her. She looked terrified, like a lost puppy. Not so “town’s hero” now. Thank god she wasn’t wearing Cat’s badge, because she would have looked ridiculous.

“I’m not” she said quietly, looking at the floor beneath her.

You felt the ever so familiar lump forming in your throat. She owed you.

“Tell me what it is exactly that I don’t get” you spat. The pent up anger from all these years finally just fucking bursted. She left you. She left you for her, your best fucking friend.

“It’s just funny how she didn’t give a shit about Jesse, or Dina, or anybody! Just fucking me, right? I’m the fucking problem?” you blurted. Your voice was shaky, filled with rage. The tears in your eyes started forming. You didn’t even know how much you were holding it inside of you, it all overflowed, at 2AM, right in your kitchen. Right where she told you she couldn’t see you anymore.

Ellie was frozen, her mouth parted slightly. She was flushed, and it showed. It wasn’t the cold weather anymore, it was you. She didn’t expect this to happen so fast. She came inside for some fucking tea.

That’s when you shoved her. And she didn’t even fucking move.

“Don’t fucking do this to me” she begged. Her voice was desperate, and shaky, and what the fuck was she hiding?

You found yourselves standing uncomfortably close to each other, the proximity palpable. The warmth of her breath gently grazed your forehead, creating a tantalizing sensation that sent a shiver down your spine.

She took a deep breath.

“What I did was bad. But — fuck, Jesse and Dina never slept over, you know that?”

The room fell quiet.

“So?” you whispered. You couldn’t even look at her.

“Don’t do this” she begged. Her eyes were glossy. She looked as if she was about to cry, too. Her chest was pressed up against yours.

“I’m not doing anything” you mumbled quietly. Her body was so warm. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack, and Ellie felt like she already did.

“If I would have stayed… I would have done something… so much worse” she whispered. Her hands were trembling.

“What would you have done?” you whispered against her. Dangerously close now. You could feel her unsteady heartbeat.

“You know” she whispered back. You saw the vein on her neck, how beautifully spattered the freckles on her skin were, like a constellation.

“Please” you begged.

That’s all it took.

Almost.

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The proximity between your lips was almost intimate, an agonizingly close distance.

“Please” you begged.

Her eyes were dark, breaths unsteady and fast, like she just ran a marathon. Her chest was rising up and down. She’s dreamt of this moment, for so fucking long. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t fuck more people up. She’s done more than enough.

“You don’t know what you fucking do to me” She whispered against your skin. Her eyes were shut closed. If she didn’t see, maybe it would’ve been less wrong. If she didn’t see, maybe Cat wouldn’t either. She could go home, kiss her girlfriend good night. Walk away. But there you were, pressed up against her, making her head spin like a carousel, fogging her brain with your scent, and your lips, and all of the times she pictured you like this, helpless and begging. She never looked at Cat how she looked at you. Cat never made her feel like she could faint at any given moment. Cat was safe, she was a sunny day. You were a thunderstorm, a cloud, soaking her up. When Ellie said she would have done something so much worse, she meant that.

Cat was right when she told her to stay away, she always was. When Ellie begged Cat to stop her ramblings, Cat told her she looks at you like she’s hungry. That it’s disgusting, that she wishes it was her. She was crying, and begging, and she was right. That’s why Ellie knocked on your door that way. One person she could save.

Ellie’s hands were firmly pressed up against the wall, locking you in.

“You dont know…” she whispered.

You whimpered silently at her words. You were aching everywhere, you just needed her to do something.

“Show me” you said, and it came out more as a plead. You were begging her.

Ellie leaned in, drawing her face closer to yours, and your lips delicately brushed against each other. The electrifying touch sent a shiver down your spine, evoking a soft, involuntary moan that escaped your lips. It went straight to her heart, and then slipped right to her cunt.

Her lips were plump against yours. Just barely touching.

She delicately brushed her lips against yours, causing a gentle collision that sent a jolt of electricity through both of you. A shaky breath escaped her mouth.

“Ellie…” you whispered. Ellie, just do it. you can’t take it anymore.

She abruptly slammed her hands against the wall, causing it to tremor ever so slightly. The suddenness of the action startled you, making you jump in response.

“Shit” she huffed.

And her lips weren’t against yours anymore, neither was she.

Ellie backed away. She couldn’t.

Your lips quivered, and there it was. Her precious thunderstorm erupting.

The tears came out hot, and sticky. They ran all over your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob. Ellie was staring, her breaths uneven and her mouth agape. She almost did what shes been dreaming of doing since the moment she saw you. Almost.

your legs betrayed you, giving out completely. You crumbled down onto the floor, unable to stand any longer. With tears welling up in your eyes, you instinctively curled up, bringing your head between your legs as you tried to suppress the sobs that threatened to consume you.

It was a truly pathetic sight, Ellie towering over your quivering body. It’s been two whole years, and you missed her every single day that passed. It was gnawing at you. Seeing them hand in hand, kissing on the street, making out behind the dumpster. Thinking of Ellie hugging her at night, caressing her skin, touching her everywhere, telling her she loves her, fucking her, tasting her and not you. It should have been you. But it couldn’t be.

If only you knew that when Ellie was between her thighs, you were the only one she thought of. If only you knew Ellie had to bite her lip till it bled to stop from screaming your name. That’s why Ellie always turned off the lights, That’s why Ellie shoved Cat’s face down on the bed with her entire palm when she took her from behind. That’s why she always closed her eyes.

Her body gave up on her, too.

She sat on the cold concrete floor, trying to steady her breaths.

“Look at me” she commanded. It was breathy, and shaky, more of a plea than a real command.

You wiped your tears.

“I can’t” you whispered.

“Please” she begged.

You mustered the strength to lift your face, raising your gaze to meet hers.

“I think about you all the time” you blurted.

She huffed in response. Your soft voice was killing her. She couldn’t even respond. She just watched.

“Ellie…” you whined. The distance between you was torturous. There was so much space, and at the same time, no space at all. You could still feel her lips brushing against yours. You wished you could taste her. She yearned for that even more. She felt like something was chaining her down to the floor, holding her captive.

What you did next, is something Ellie had buried deep inside her darkest fantasies.

You delicately caressed your smooth neckline, doe eyes burning through her’s.

Ellie swallowed deeply.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled, lower than a whisper. Her voice was raspy, and her pupils were blown out. She was imagining, for sure, hallucinating, intoxicated by the picture of you being pressed up against her. It couldn’t be real.

“I need you” you whimpered.

She almost crawled right to you right then and there. Her knees were spread open in front of you. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest.

“You cant” she insisted. It felt like she tried to convince herself, and not you. You couldn’t. There’s no way.

“I want you” you whispered, lowering your hand to caress your breasts.

Something took over you. Being pent up with frustration for years birthed such a desperate sight, she couldn’t fathom it.

She grunted in response. Do that again and she’d lose her fucking mind.

You cupped your breast.

Ellie threw her head against the wall. She forgot how to breathe. Her nostrils were flared, and she almost slapped herself in order to convince her that this was real. This was happening.

“Holy shit” she wheezed.

“Please” you begged, and squeezed your breast forcefully. Your nippled hardened against the material, so you gave them a twist, sending a bolt of electricity right through your clothed cunt.

Ellie’s mouth was agape. She was transfixed, mesmerized. Her cheeks grew more red by the second. It was so fucking wrong, she almost told you to stop, but she couldn’t. Her voice felt dry and her brain was buzzing. Her ex best friend was so desperate for her she couldn’t even help herself.

The image of Cat went through her head. Cat seeing, walking in. Cat trembling and crying, telling her she told her so. Cat screaming at her that she’s an awful person, that she hurt her, That she should burn in hell.

Then, you took your shirt off.

And Cat was gone.

Her eyes were darting from your tits to your needy eyes. You were giving her that look she only saw in her dreams. That desperate, pathetic twinkle in your eye. She saw a girl look like that in an old porno she found. Ever since, that picture of your face replacing the actresses burned through her memory. She knew it was for her, you were showing her, but she looked like she wasn’t supposed to see, a peeping tom, a pervert. Her cunt twitched inside her tight black boxers. Cat never made her cunt feel like this.

The dainty lace bra adorned your body. you looked like an angel, eyes red from crying, cheeks still wet, chest rising up and down. She wanted to ruin you.

You stopped for a second, looked for a sign to keep going.

The room was silent, the only noises that muttered were your soft whimpers and Ellie’s harsh, uneven breaths.

“Take it off” she whispered. You almost couldn’t believe she said that. You nodded pathetically. She always knew you’d be like this. She imagined you nodding your head frantically, kneeling beneath her and undoing her belt, way too many times she wouldn’t dare to admit. Her heavy breaths were a confession to all of her sins.

You unclasped your bra, your tits spilling out of it with a sigh of relief.

Ellie was hypnotized, fully staring. She remembered the first tine she saw you in a bikini. Jesse noticed she was staring, and he gave her some advice. “Look at the ground or the sky, pretend there’s something super interesting going on there”

She didn’t need to pretend now.

“Fuck” she grunted, feeling her cunt twitch inside her briefs. Her mouth was agape, she wanted those nipples between her teeth. Her tongue slightly moved involuntarily inside her mouth, imitating the kitten licks she’d give your tits if she could. It was truly pathetic. Thank god you couldn’t see. Her fists were clenched, and she was forcing her feet onto the ground. If she pretended something was pulling her in, she wouldn’t crawl towards you and take you like she always wanted.

You toyed with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers, almost as if you read her mind.

“Spit on ‘em” Ellie demanded desperately.

“Ellie…” You whimpered, her voice was making you grow wetter by the second. If you took your pants off, she could see the wet patch that soaked through your panties, making them almost sheer. You were almost embarrassed, but it was too late now.

“Do it” she commanded.

“Do it for me” Ellie begged. She brought a hand up to cup at her perky clothed breast. She imagined it was you, your tits between her fingers. She wanted to squeeze the fat, take it in, spit on it, latch her mouth onto your nipples, slap them as you ride her thigh, or her face, or her whatever the fuck you wanted.

The saliva ran down your chest, droplets flowing at an incredibly slow pace, each and every one of them teasing Ellie, mocking her. Almost there, almost reaching your sensitive nipples. When it finally did, Ellie was breathing so heavy she almost wheezed.

You rubbed the spit all over your tits, glazing your nipples with the liquid, coating them shiny with your saliva - all for her. You were staring at ellie with your mouth open. You moaned at the sensation, making Ellie shift and slightly slide off the wall. She was gone.

“Feels so good” you whined.

“Fucking shit” She huffed. She bucked her hips, searching for that friction. She didn’t do it yet, but oh she will.

“Mhhm” you hummed, a high pitched moan escaping your lips.

Ellie almost went cross eyed.

“Need you, please” You whispered while massaging your breasts. You were squeezing the fat harshly, almost punishing yourself for being such a dirty, desperate girl.

“Show me” She begged, in between breaths.

“Show me how bad - shit”

You cupped your cunt, your hand feeling warm over it. Your clit twitched. Ellie let out a moan so deep, you almost came right then and there, all over your panties.

You circled your clit through your pants, teasing Ellie without even realizing. I can do it, and you can’t! It felt like you were mocking her.

“Take that shit off — fuck” she huffed. Her hand was resting on her thigh, pinching it. Stay down. Don’t crawl, don’t fuck, don’t cheat.

In a matter of six seconds, your pants were on the floor. You crossed your legs together in embarrassment. What if she saw how wet you were?

“Spread” She commanded.

You looked at her stupidity.

“Spread ‘em, please” Ellie begged.

You spread your legs slowly, revealing your soaked white cotton panties to Ellie. Her eyes rolled back at the sight.

“Fucking shit” she grunted.

Her hand met her own cunt and gave it a stinging slap, followed by a desperate grunt. She moved her veiny hand up and down, almost grabbing her pussy. She felt perverted, and sickly, and so, so good. The friction of her hand on her cunt was followed by a string of deep moans, chanting your name like a prayer. She didn’t even know how bad she needed it.

“Wider” She commanded.

You spread your legs so wide your thighs almost hurt. When Ellie saw that wet spot, she lost it.

“So wet” she whispered in disbelief.

“Show me that pussy” She whimpered.

“Show me that fucking pussy”

You moved your panties to the side, the cold air hitting your clit making you flinch. You swore you could cum just from clenching in and out, listening to the obscenities leaving her mouth.

“Holy shit” She moaned, and cupped her cunt forcefully.

“So pretty” she whispered. It was even prettier than she thought, glistening folds and a little puffy button poking out. She needed to see inside, everywhere.

“Spread it with your fingers” She grunted. You parted your lips with your pointer finger and your thumb, wide open for her. She saw how bad you were clenching, begging for something inside. Your puffy clit moved with every pull.

“Wanna fuck you so bad” she groaned, it was killing her.

“Need to see you Ellie, please, please” you begged.

With that whine leaving your mouth, Ellie unzipped her jeans, and pulled down her boxers slowly, revealing you of the most beautiful sight youve ever seen in your life.

Her thighs were creamy, a mound of soft, dark hair adorning her pubis. Her slick was shining on her milky inner thighs from the boxer briefs she took off slightly brushing on them. She was so wet, it almost glistened like a far away star, deep in the galaxy. Her mouth was parted and she looked famished.

Tiny droplets of sweat were shining on her forehead, making her hair stick to her face. She was a panting, desperate mess.

You couldn’t help but slide your hand up your thigh, and started running your fingers through your glistening folds. Finally. “Oh god, Ellie” you moaned. You wished those were her fingers, if you could, if you only could.

Ellie moaned like a porn star at the sight. You thought she might tease herself, might play with her cunt before doing something. She proved you wrong.

She slid two long fingers inside her aching hole, squelching sounds filling the air. She pumped them in and out, fucking herself like a madwoman. Her hungry eyes were fixated on your fingers caressing your needy cunt. Her mouth was watering, borderline drooling, soft “ah!”s escaping her lips.

You circled your clit slowly, and felt your lower stomach leap at the contact. You lapped your slick with your middle finger, and sucked on it. It was obscene. Ellie’s cunt twitched. She almost came.

“Good girl” She groaned at the sight.

“Faster” She commanded, a deep moan escaping her lips.

You fastened your pace, and she was looking you directly in the eyes while pumping her fingers inside her cunt. With every pump, you could see a milky cream coating her fingers, the sight alone made your puffy clit ache with pleasure.

It was so wrong, and obscene, and pathetic, and you almost came.

“Fucking shit — fuck yourself, show me, fuck yourself” She whimpered, fastening her pace as well. The moans that left her mouth were deep, bursting from the inside of her soul.

Her fucking ex best friend.

“E — Ellie m’close” you whined, inserting a finger inside your soaking hole.

“Can see how fucking tight you are - fuck”

“Faster, do it f’me baby faster” She groaned.

The harmony of your moans intertwined, creating an intoxicating symphony.

“Ellie — gonna cum, fuck” You babbled, drool running down your chin. You were so close, eyes rolling to the back of your Ellie filled brain.

“Please fuck me, please fuck me”

“Cu — Fuck, shit, m’cuming” Ellie grunted.

“Say my fucking name” She demanded, her words coming out so sloppy and ridiculous.

“Ellie — Ellie! Please!”

Ellie almost screamed. She wanted to tell you to come for her, wanted to hear the noises youd make, see your face twist and the screams of her name, but she couldn’t help herself, the sight of your desperate cunt and the look on your face, so stupid, so cumdrunk, so pathetic, begging her to fuck you - brought her to the edge. It errupted inside of her like a volcano, pumping and squeezing on her fingers. She rode her orgasm until it tickled and hurt.

When you came, Ellie almost shed a tear.

This wasn’t just wrong.

This was vile.

She pulled up her pants up and left without saying a word, too embarrassed to look you in the face.

When she got home, Cat was sound asleep on her bed. She gave her a delicate kiss on the cheek, and whispered;

“I’m so sorry”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #the last of us #ellie williams x you #wlw #lesbian #ellie smut #ellie williams angst

[somekindofpoet]

Hey, Crush could you maybe do a little smutty drabble of Tara sending you increasingly less innocent pics of her while you’re out and when you get home she acts like nothing’s been going on but you can see the excitement in her eyes when you tell her just how much they’ve effected you (and maybe that someone she doesn’t like saw it) making her plan go flawlessly Tara is the embodiment of 😈 Emoji in my eyes but I’m definitely simping for it

I 🖤 Tara Carpenter

As much as being away from rugby infuriated you, being with your friends from the team made you almost as happy as Tara did. Almost.

When they invited you to the clubhouse you hesitated to say yes. You weren’t sure being on the pitch was a step you were ready to take. But Tara pushed you into it, told you that you needed to be around them, even if it was for a little while. It was strange, she almost never wanted you to leave her side unless she had ulterior motives. But you went anyway, not wanting to piss her off.

You’re happy you went. You may not get to play rugby anymore, but that didn’t stop you from wrestling and jostling your friends. You’re in the middle of judging a tackling contest in the clubhouse when your phone vibrates. You look down and grin when you see that it’s Tara. You open the message and gulp, glancing around to make sure no one else can see.

She’s in a sheer nightgown that barely covers her, the angle hiding most of what’s underneath. Still, it’s enough to make your mouth water.

“Y/n! Put the fucking phone down and watch this!”

You cough, trying to clear your head and lock the phone, leaving it face down on the table. You laugh at the tackle the rookie tries, especially tickled when she’s stiff armed to oblivion.

Your phone vibrates two more times, one right after the other. You pick it up, open the message and nearly choke. This time Tara is in lacy underwear and knee high socks. You’re surprised at how well she works the socks. It’s not an easy thing to pull off, especially for someone so short. But she rocks it. You lick your lips, noting every detail of the pictures.

“Dude, what’re you looking at?”

One of your friends comes over and tries to peer over your shoulder. You lock the phone and practically throw it on the table.

“Nothing. Girlfriend is texting me.”

Your friends face lights up, “You’re getting nudes right now aren’t you?!”

You frown, “No.”

“You are! Tara Carpenter is sending you nudes!”

You snatch the phone as she grabs for it, and slide it into your pocket. It vibrates again. Your friend peers down at you, an idea forming in her head, reflected in her expression. She turns to the girls wrestling on the tile floor and yells at them.

“Guys! Y/n is getting nudes from Tara!”

You stand, slapping her shoulder, “Don’t start this game. You know I’ll win.”

She turns to you and grins, “Maybe. But you can’t beat all of us.”

A handful of other rugby players gather behind her, their eyes curious. You step back, your hand on your phone like it’s a revolver in a holster.

“Ladies, don’t do this.”

It’s in vain. They laugh as they rush you, chasing you around the clubhouse, knocking over tables and chairs. One of them finally catches you and slows you down enough for three others to drag you to the ground. It takes two more to lean on you so they can pull your phone from your pocket. One of them holds it up triumphantly.

“Got it!” She looks down at the screen, “Awh, you have her as your lock screen. That’s actually surprisingly cute, from you.”

You can’t speak because you hardly have air in your lungs and you’re busy still fighting them. You squirm under them, almost knocking them loose. The girl with your phone frowns at it, dropping her hands.

“What’s the passcode? Anyone?”

None of them know. You smirk, triumphant despite the fact that they’re nearly suffocating you. They all sigh and give up the game. They pull you to your feet and dust you off, laughing and shoving each other. Your phone is placed back in your hands and you see you have three new messages.

Your friend punches your shoulder, “You know we wouldn’t have looked anyway. Unless…you know…you want to share?”

You put the phone back in your pocket and shove her, “Not a fucking chance.”

She shrugs and laughs it off, her attention moving to something else. You quietly make your way to the bathroom, lock the door and sit on the toilet lid. You can’t unlock the phone fast enough. She’s sent you three more pictures, each one more revealing than the last. The third picture leaves nothing to the imagination and you decide you’ve been out long enough. You leave the bathroom and say your farewells, taking the verbal jabs from the girls as they make fun of you for being whipped.

On your way out the door you turn back to them, “If you saw what was on my phone, you’d be gone already.”

They all start scrambling after you again and you sprint out the door and to your car. They give up before they even reach the parking lot. You blow them a kiss as you drive off.

When you get to Tara’s house, you’re ready to kick the door open. Luckily for you, she never locks the thing, so you swing it open and let it slam shut. The smell of garlic cooking makes your mouth water almost as much as the pictures had. You head for the kitchen and find her fully clothed, cooking herself dinner.

She turns when she hears you and flashes you a smile, “I figured you’d be gone longer. I can make you extra, if you’re hungry.”

You narrow your eyes, well aware that this is a front. One of Tara’s games she likes to play. She turns back to the stove and stirs the food in the pan. You leave your phone on the counter and slowly approach her from behind. Your hands slide around her waist, your lips press into her neck.

“You know, if you didn’t want me to go, you could have just said that.”

She tilts her head enough to look at you, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“If you’re wearing that lacy underwear under your clothes, I’ll know you’re lying,” you growl in her ear, squeezing her hips.

She sets the wooden spoon down and turns in your arms, your hands sliding down her waist to her ass. She laces her fingers behind your neck and smiles up at you.

“Are you here to find out?”

#crush answers #skin deep drabble #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader

[rimaiahwrites]

Our secret

Dom!Erik x subblack!reader, dom x sub, smut!, swear words, age difference, big brothers best friend, fluffy kinda, dd/lg themes but it’s never addressed as dd/lg

Erik Clinched his glass of cold lemonade with his Left hand, almost feeling like it could break in anytime. He bite his lip and gritted his teeth together as he watched his best friends little sister hang upside down on the white porch swing with a book in her hand. Her legs hung over the head of the swing and her white Church shoes clicked together as she read softly to herself. Her Rosy red swollen lip moved gracefully as she eyes scanned over the book page.

She was reading a book he has seen her read a thousands times. She called it a classic that she could never get tried of, Erik only laughed at her and said she was eventually going to get tried of it.

Her legs rubbed together making her light yellow dress slip down her legs and slightly exposed her pink panties. A animalistic growl vibrated through his chest but he quickly covered it up with a cough and moved away from the window when he heard his friend Approaching the kitchen.

"My mom called and told me to go to the store and get some eggs and milk. You can stay if you want it'll only take like 30 minutes." Erik nodded and sat down on the couch that was wrapped in A plastic cover.

"Alright I'll just play this game until you get back," he smirked leaning back with the Game controller in his lap. "Yeah get all the practice you can get because when I get back imma kick your ass!" Dwayne laugh his way out of the house and began his walk to the store. Erik jumped up and looked out the window and saw that he was out of sight.

He walked back to the kitchen and saw that she was still in the same position that she was in when he left. He made his way outside and sat right beside her on the swinging seat. She looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Hi." She spoke softly. She pushed her legs up flip over the chair and her dress flipped over her head. "That's not very ladylike little one," he said and pulled her dress down for her, her cheeks grow hot but she acted like she didn't care by shrugging and say- "I'm not a lady I'm a 18 year old. I'll wait to be ladylike when I get old." She Sassed sitting on the swing next to him. "Is that so" He raised eyebrow while biting his lip. She nodded. "Plus it's just you Erik..." he chuckled a little. "What does that mean?" He asked as he watched her Fiddle with his fingers.

"You have been my brother's best friend since you guys were 12 so your like a big brother to me and I know you haven't tell on me," she smiled bopping him on the nose with her finger. He bite it and she gasped. "That's not very nice E, you got your nasty spit on me" she said pouting as she wiped his saliva on her dress not even really caring much about it. Nether of them did.

"Ok and?" He put his finger in his mouth and stuck it in her ear without a second thought. She smacked his hand away and pushed his arm from around her shoulder. "Why would you do that? That was disgusting," he tried to hold in his laughter but he failed and end up bent over from laughing so hard. When he sat up and lend against him and slide her whole tongue across his face. His smile drop and If looks could kill she'd be a dead girl right now.

"Alright bet, come her-" he lunged for her but she squealed and hopped off the swing and run into the house before he could grab, he chased her all the way up stairs and she screamed the whole way up until she got to her room, Erik stopped in his tracks when he didn't see her anywhere in there. he began to look around the room because he was 100% sure that she ran in here. "______! Where you at little girl..." He whispered looking under her bed but she wasn't under there. He looked behind the door, in the bathroom, in the tube, in the toilet , behind the curtains but she was no where to be found.

"What the fuck I know she ran in here-" He Paused when he hear her giggling come from the closet, He turn on his heals and walked towards it, he swung the door open was met with nothing but the cute little Fluffy dresses she loves to wear. "_____ I won't hurt you I just wanna play" he said in a fake creepy voice. She put both of her hands over her mouth as excitement tangled through her body feeling like she was still getting Chased. He dug deeper in the closet pushing her dresses apart and he found a little white door that blended in with the walls, he honestly wouldn't even have found it if it wasn't for her giggles and the door knob sticking out of the wall. He was shocked when he opened it to find a whole decorated bedroom with a tv, DVD player a whole mini fridge with snacks on top of it and a giggling y/n sitting there.

"What the hell-" he said walking all the way In the room. she smiled at him brightly before standing up and shouting- "you found me!"

"I did find you.What's my prize?" She bite her lip innocently and shrugged batting her eyelashes at him. "The prize is you get the honor to be the only person to step foot in here besides me, not even my mom or dad know about this place." He sat next to her and pulled her on his lap and she sat with hesitation or a question asked. "Eh That's cool and all but I would much weather it if I get to lick you back," she huffed. "Mm no, I got the last lick so let's just leave it at that. I won." She sassed closing her eyes sticking her tongue out at him teasingly. He hesitated a little bit before He flick his tongue against her and she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "EW WH-" then he licked her hand then her arm then her lips all together. "I won." He chuckled at her experience.

Leaning back on the blankets and pillows all over the floor. It was her cute makeshift bed. He grabbed her from underneath her arm and sat him on her lap so she was straddling him. She dress bunched up slightly and she laid it back down. She rested her dainty hands on his stomach and smiled up at him. His breath quicken and she noticed.  "Yeah, yeah whatever." She said rolling her eyes and moving her head side to side and her two ponytails bobbed a little. It caught his attention and he flick one with his middle finger.

"I like your little bunny tails." She was confused. "They look more like big bunny tails then a ponytail , pony hair is straight and long. You're is big and puffy." He Explained was she busted into a fit of giggles and laughter. She calmed down and nodded her head agreeing with him. They did look more like a bunny tail then a pony.

"I never thought of that. You're right." She smiled at him, he adore her smile with everything in him. He adore her just in general and it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact. He felt wrong for feeling this way towards her because of the age difference and the fact that it was his best friend's little sister, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it.

"You are so fuckin' cute little one." He spoke softly licking his lips slowly. "Thank you..." She said back but he wasn't even listening because he was to focused on her plump lips moving softly as she spoke. The position they were in only made his Dirty thoughts and behavior worst. His hands slide up her thighs in reaction to the dress rising up her legs. He grip her tightly and she whimpered softly In Surprise. Her muscles began to relax in his hands as he Massage her chocolate Colored thighs. "You look so cute in this little dress you know that?-" her breathing seem to quicken to at this point and she didn't know why. He was just Simply touching her. She thought.

She squirmed in his lap and he damn near moaned. Her covered flower was laying right against him and it was driving him crazy knowing that the only thing that was keeping them apart from each other was her thin little pink panties and his dark black ripped jeans.

He wanted so badly to be buried in her cave, deep and swollen. Her pink lips gripping his member as he stroked her deeper then she could ever imagine he could go.

He felt his precum stain his boxers and he cursed himself for having such dirty thoughts about the little 18 year old sitting on him.

She brought his hands up higher on his chest, and lifted up a little so his bulge was laying right Against her aching pussy.

Erik noticed her discomfort and asked what was wrong. "I-I feel....funny?" She said more as a question then statement. His Curiosity peaked up. "What do you feel like? Is it a bad funny or is it a good funny?" He said as he ran his thumb over her jaw line and bottom lip which was red from her biting, picking, and licking it. She thought for a second and sat back on him. Excitement and tingles shot up to her clit. It shocked her and made her legs wobble a little bit. "I don't know if I like this feeling." She purred like a kitten and leaned into his hand like a cat would do to it's owner. "You want me to make it go away?" He cooed. She nodded her head desperately as the feeling only got stronger the more he spoke to her in such a low tone it seem.

"It feels funny right here?" He lifted her little light yellow dress and pointed to her covered flower. "Y-yes" She whined beginning to get frustrated with the whole situation. "If you want me to help you, you know I gotta take your panties off and touch you right?" He asked wanting to be sure she was 100% ok with this. "I know. Please hurry." She confirm and gripped his shirt tightly. He smiled feeling like he just won the lottery.

He brought her Down to lay flat on his chest while her ass was pointed up into the air. He kissed her plump lips with passion and pent up lust for the paste year of wanting to touch and kiss her. She gasped out of surprise. He was her first kiss and he couldn't be happier about that. His lips moving slow with hunger in his motions. She was in shock but nonetheless kept moving her tongue against his slick one. He broke the kiss and flipped her over so he was on top, he grabbed her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched Them roughly, she gasped and Arched. "Erik please, your making it worse are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked innocently. Erik chuckled and pressed his thumb onto her clit making her Chest rise up against his.

"Yeah I think I know what I'm doing lil mama." Her breath came out short and quick while The warm heat of his breath tickled her jawline. He licked the crease of her neck and jaw sending chills down her back.

His arm wrapped around her Waist and down her ass. He slide his big hands down to her soaked pussy.

It was wet and warm.

His shaky hands pulled her panties to the side and revealed her chocolate colored clit and her pink and creamy insides that glistened from her arousal.

Erik let out a weak breath before dragging his pointer finger down her clit and slit. Y/n let out whimper/squeal that made Erik's dick jump.

Erik studded her face the more he moved his fingers up and down her clit. Her face was relaxed and in bliss. She was in heaven.

"You hear that princess?" He asked as he speed up his hand movements making a wet and sticky sound fill the room. "That pretty pussy so wet baby." He spoken deeply. Her mouth dropped open letting out a stream of moans and whimpers. "Oh E! feel so good." She dragged out gripping the front of his shirt, while trying to hide her face in his chest.

"Why you hiding from me princess? Huh? Lemme see that pretty face." Erik whispered in her ear. She cried out his name trying to sit her upper body up without ruining her arch.

"Whatcha hiding for babygirl? You don't want me to see how good I'm making that pussy feel?" She shook her head. Her brown cheeks were so red from embarrassing that it shocked Erik. He's never seen a black person blush this hard before.

He smirked kissing her on the cheek then her lips. They were red and swollen from all the kissing but it turned him on even more.

"Erik..." she said frantically, popping her head up from his neck. He hide his smile from her by biting his lip. "E, wait I feel like imma pee on myself!" She panicked trying to lift up from his chest, but he held her there.

"You about to cum babygirl stay still." She was still squirming around from how intense it felt. There was a knot in of her stomach and a sensation in the core of her vagina that felt incredibly too good. It was to much for her.

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger and she couldn't help the moans and gibberish words that left her mouth.

Erik's hand stayed on her clit and just before she could cum his finger stopped. He wanted nothing more then to edge her and make her cry.

Her tense body relaxed and her big brown eyes popped open and she looked Furious.

"Erik why did you stop?" She whined smacking him on the chest. "Tell me what you want princess, beg for me to give it to you." He said grabbing her chin and pulling her face to his.

"Tell me princess." She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to speak. "Uh uh open yo eyes and tell me like a big girl." He said in a hushed tone.

"Umm I-.... Erik" she pouted kicking her foot, too embarrassed to actually tell him herself. "Please Erik? I can't-"

"Yes you can, Tell me you want to rub on ya pussy." She bite her lips as tears began to blurry her vision. "I'm too embarrassed..." Erik chuckled before he started to glide his fingers up and down her pussy really slowly. Y/n pushed her hips more against his hands so she could feel more of him.

"Please? I'll do anything you say....please just rub my pussy Erik please?" She finally blared out hiding her face back into his neck. Erik smile proud of her, and in no time his fingers were back on her clit and going to speed of lighting.

"Aww there you go princess, that all you had to say." He praised her. Kissing the side of her face as he watched her whole body slump over and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The knot in her core before so tight that she couldn't even speak. He moved his fingers faster and the sound of slashing water filled the room. Her juices leaked all over his black jeans and the bottom of her dress.

Her body became Tease making her fingers locked them onto his plaid button up shirt and the plan black one he had underneath in a tight hold.

Erik watched as her mouth hung open and eye rolled as she mumbled "Erik, Erik oh my god yesss" over and over until her orgasm slowly faded away.

She laid there for a minute before finally sitting up in his lap. Her body was still slightly jerking from experiencing her very first orgasm.

Her eyes were hazy and low like she was high as she looked at Erik biting his lip. "You good baby?" She nodded her head before laying back on his chest.

"I have never done this before." She whispered looking up into his eyes. He looked back down at her. "I know, you like it?" He asked even though he already knew that answer. She shook her head fast making her bunny tails bounce.

Erik laughed before picking her up from his lap and sitting her on the pillows that were on the side of them.

"Where are you going?" She pouted up at him as he got up and walked to the door.

"I gotta get back down stairs before your brother get back princess." She sat up on her legs because poking her lips out for him to kiss. Erik laughter filled the room before he walked back over to her and kissed her deeply. Tongue swirling around her wet mouth.

He pulled Away after getting her a few more pecks, before leaving her Secret room and out of her room.

Just as Erik made it back down the stairs, y/b/n opened and slammed the door before throwing the grocery bag on the kitchen table.

"Alright you ready for me to kick yo ass in 2k?"

"You smell that?" Erik asked as he looked around the room. Y/b/n looked around confused sniffing the air. "It kinda smell like pus-" "Nah nigga it smell like CAP." Y/b/n fired back, plopping on the couch smirkingly.

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The end.

(Y'all If the time line is off between this one and part two it's because I wrote this when I was 16 and I feel like now that I'm 19 the reader probably shouldn't be 16 fucking on a legal boy lmao)

#black panther killmonger #erik killmonger #erik stevens fanfiction #erik stevens fic #marvel #black panther #killmonger fanfiction #erik x oc #killmonger #killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #dom x sub #dom!erikxblacksub!reader

[timetorace]

𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

Hi everyone. I still don´t have my laptop and I´m writing on my phone so things are taking me forever. To the anon that requested: hope you like this, i think i included everything you asked for <3 I guess you were talking about these photos? YATCH VIBES​

ship: charles leclerc x fem!reader.

summary:  His brother throws you into the sea without knowing that you can't swim and Charles panics. Full request here.

warnings: almost drowned. sea. 

word count: +1.3K.

You should have done so many different things that day. For example, maybe wearing a life jacket or letting your boyfriend's brothers know that you couldn't swim very well.  You never wore life jackets, you usually didn't need them because there was no way in hell you would go into the water voluntarily. Not that you were scared but you had never been much of a swimmer and had had an accident in a swimming pool as a child that had left you with enough trauma to postpone swimming lessons indefinitely. Charles knew it and most of your friends knew it too so the only reason you would go in the water would be if you were shipwrecked. You had already been dating for a year but you had never been on a yacht with them before so Lorenzo and Arthur didn't know.

It was April, summer wasn't officially here yet but it seemed like a good day to go on a yacht. By noon the wind had picked up a bit but even so, you had put on a sweater and decided to go on deck with Arthur to play frisbee while Lorenzo and Charles were inside finishing their lunches. You accidentally threw the frisbee into the water for the fourth time on a road, Arthur went looking for it before but he let out a moan of complaint that time.

"It's the wind, I swear" You laughed before he ran towards you to chase you in circles. It wasn´t the wind, you were terrible at that game. 

"Whoever throws it, looks for it" Arthur crooned and before you could tell him that you couldn't swim he picked you up intending to throw you into the water.

"Arthur! Wait-" You managed to yell before he pushed you into the water. You would like to say that you saw it coming but since you fell on your back you were not able to prepare for the impact either. You gasped when you felt the cold water hit you. It was Europe, it was summer but there was a slight wind so the water was definitely colder than you would like to take a dip. Opening your mouth when you were hitting the water was a bad idea because you swallowed salt water. You moved your legs and arms desperately trying to stay afloat, only your head was out of the water when you felt someone pulling you to get you afloat. You were small so your legs were kicking hard. You coughed a little at the movement, swallowing more salt water.

"(Y/N)! Are you ok?" You heard the desperate and anxious voice of Charles calling you.

You tried to nod slightly as you continued to cough but it came out more like a desperate nod so you just moved a bit more against Charles wrapping your arm around his neck. Charles wrapped an arm around you and you felt bad for him having to swim one arm back to the yacht. You promised yourself that you were going to learn to swim once and for all before you scared him to death.

When they reached the ladder you simply climbed up and started spitting water on your knees on the floor. Your lungs were on fire and you couldn't find fresh air, not only were you spitting up water but more water had entered your nose than you knew.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked you and you placed the voice as Lorenzo's and nodded slightly in response. In the background, you could hear Charles yelling in French. From the random words you could catch he was definitely yelling at Arthur and he wasn't happy with his brother. You wanted to say something, assure him that everything was fine, that you were fine, but you couldn't even think to say what you were thinking.

"Are you sure?" Lorenzo insisted and you nodded again before getting up from the ground. You felt how fresh and clean air re-entered your lungs.

"Yes, I'm just catching my breath" You replied weakly before giving him a lopsided smile. He handed you a towel. Your legs were shaking from the effort. "Thanks" You wrapped the towel around yourself before entering the yacht room and sitting on the couch.

"Stay away!" You heard Charles exclaim behind your back and you heard his footsteps entering the interior of the yacht. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes" He murmured without looking at you before going down the stairs of the yacht to go get your bag. Was he the one angry with you? You just sat there like a wet chick waiting for him to come back.

"I'm so sorry," Arthur said, approaching you like that and you automatically felt bad because of the sorrowful and anguished face he had.

"Arthur" You murmured letting out a cough "I'm not mad" His pained expression made you a little sorry so you wanted to reassure him "How could you know?" you shrugged

"I´m still sorry"

"It's ok" You gave him a reassuring smile before hearing Charles' footsteps coming up the stairs and Arthur's panicked expression before he disappeared back onto the deck.

Charles placed the bag next to you on the couch and began to take out your change of clothes even without looking up at you "Are you mad at me?" You asked him before taking your wet sweater off along with your bikini top and putting on a dry one. "I'm sorry" you added in a small almost inaudible whisper but the one next to you heard you clearly.

"I'm not mad" He answered before releasing a sigh.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"Mad? No, I'm mad, I'm scared as shit that's different" He explained sitting next to you to hug you from the side "I don't think my heart can beat normal again at least for a while"

"Oh babe" You caressed his cheek "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault" He whispered softly, resting his head on the top of your head and taking in the scent of your hair.

"Are you still not talking to Arthur?"

"I'm mad at him" He growled and you couldn't help but smile slightly despite everything.

"You know he didn't do it on purpose"

"What he did was stupid." Charles scooted you up onto his lap.

"You need to forgive him" You pointed

"He is my baby brother, I will eventually, just not today"

"I didn't know you could hold such a grudge," You told him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You have no idea the panic I felt when I ran out and saw you in the water" He whispered, brushing your cheek with his lips “And your scream was just-”

"I know" You promised yourself that you were going to book some swimming lessons on Monday if that would avoid having to panic him again "And I´m sorry" You muttered hiding your head in the crook of his neck "but I'm ok"

"I don't want to feel like that ever again" He replied stroking your hair and you simply wrapped your arm around his neck to stick closer to him if that was possible. At that moment you realized that Charles was still wearing his wet swimsuit and that he hadn't changed into it yet.

For a few minutes, a silence formed between you before Charles spoke again "You are always wearing life jackets from now on"

"No, I'm not" You moaned in complaint "I will look like a ridiculous little girl and Arthur didn't do it on purpose"

"No matter the intentions, you almost scared me to death" He responded by placing a kiss on your head.

"I'll learn to swim, I promise"

"You haven't for the last 24 years, why now?" Charles didn't want to be mean, he was just curious about your abrupt change of heart.

"Your panicked face when you pulled me out of the water" His desperate voice calling out your name still resounded in your ears "I don't want you to feel like that ever again" you added, repeating a little what he had said before.

"Good, my poor heart couldn't take it" He murmured against your neck and you let out a laugh.

"You are so dramatic" you rolled your eyes

Charles paused before murmuring against your skin, "Please don't scare me like that ever again?"

"I will try" You replied with the same tone. 

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula one x reader

[dracowars]

hi! can I make a request where reader hid that she’s a member of dumbledore’s army to draco and draco only knew when they got busted ? thank you very much! i love your works !!

step on my heart | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n lies to draco about dumbledore’s army

a/n: it’s been a while! thank you to everyone who is still here, reading my fics <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, cursing

universe: harry potter

The moment a deafening bang rings out through the Room of Requirement, you recoil in fear, dropping your wand on the floor in shock. Rocks that broke off the wall due to the sudden explosion fly through the room, dragging a huge layer of dust behind them. Standing still, you have to endure how several pieces of the concrete wall hit you painfully, cutting your skin open. The dense dust swirling around the air blocks your view momentarily, making you violently cough several times as it works its way into your lungs. Your school uniform is covered in fine dust, as is your hair. You press your lips together in pain and look at the palm of your hand, which you used to shield yourself from the dangerous projectiles. A red deep scratch runs all the way across it, allowing a little blood to spill. Your brain not quite grasping the situation yet, you look in the direction where the door to the secret room would usually be but is now replaced by a gaping hole in the thick wall of the castle.

Only minutes before everything was fine. You stood in a circle with your friends, almost all of whom you met through this organization, laughing at a story by Luna Lovegood while other students from all different houses busily practiced their Patronus Charm with the mechanical death eaters. You were above all clouds today because you finally managed to summon your own Patronus in the form of an animal. It was breathtaking, seeing the blue sparkle jump across the air. You have always had extreme difficulties in summoning it and had almost given up hope, but Harry believed in you and so you finally succeeded. You could not be happier.

At least until the fog of dust in front of you suddenly clears and this feeling of ecstasy that was just running through your veins is completely extinguished in a heartbeat.

Professor Umbridge is standing in the newly created hole that is now replacing the large door. She is not alone, however, because not only Mr. Filch is with her and looks at you angrily, but also her lackeys, or as she likes to call them, the Inquisitorial Squad. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is also between them, and you catch his eye as he pulls Cho Chang into your field of vision. As soon as your eyes meet, he lets her go.

The disappointment and utter disbelieve you see in his eyes instantly breaks your heart and the pain that follows, stretching across his features, almost kills you, taking you the air to breathe.

You wanted to tell him, but you could not. And now it is too late.

As Umbridge’s voice rings out to you from afar, tears well up in your eyes. You can literally see Draco is trying to deny what just happened, what he just saw and found out. Namely that his girlfriend is a member of Dumbledore’s Army, a member of exactly that group he is trying to destroy as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad. But the worst thing is that you did not confide in him and lied to him at the same time. ‘I am going to study with Hermione in the library’, you told him after he asked you this morning if you wanted to do something together, to spend some time with each other.

You lied to him, with all the coldness you could muster, and that is exactly what Draco is realizing in this moment, which is why he does not even wait for the end of Umbridge’s victorious speech and disappears, shaking his head in disapproval. Without thinking about your next steps, you run after him, past Umbridge and her lackeys, who are yelling something at you. But you could not care less right now.

Loudly, you shout after Draco, who disappears around the next corner, and you pick up your pace to reach him. He stops at the end of the aisle as you call out to him again, hearing the sadness in your voice as you reach out for him as if this would make it easier for you to get a hold of him.

“What the hell do you want from me, Y/N?!”, he immediately yells at you, briefly startling you even though you know full well that you deserve every single bit of his anger and that it is the only natural reaction to your behavior. The only real reaction to betrayal, lies, insidiousness. To pain.

“Listen, it is not like th- I wanted to tell you”, you stumble over your own words as you draw closer and fall into his unyielding gaze. You have seen him upset or sad many times over the past years, but never like he looks right now. “I- I was not allowed to..”

“Oh, yes? And you expect me to believe you?”, Draco replies angrily, but the pain is clearly evident in his unsteady voice.

“I never had any intention of hurting you, that is the last thing I would ever want, Draco. You have to believe me!”, you say desperately and feel a stab in your heart when you want to grab his hand and he pulls it away abruptly, immediately taking a step back to bring distance between the two of you.

“And yet you took my heart and stepped on it like it meant nothing. I trusted you and this is how you repay me that trust? By betraying me?”, he replies, hurt, sadness slowly taking over the seething anger.

“I wanted to do something good. Umbridge is a wicked witch and Dumbledore’s Army gave me safety, a sense of belonging and-”

“Dumbledore’s Army? You even have a name for this pathetic group?”, Draco interrupts roughly, frowning at your words.

“That woman has forbidden us everything, she-”

“She has forbidden that no student organization or team or group or club exists without her knowledge and approval! You broke her rule”, he interrupts you again, only adding to your emotional outburst as he does not even let you finish a single sentence.

“That may be the case, but according to her stupid rules we are not even allowed to be within six inches of each other!”, you yell at him now, angry, not being able to keep your emotions under control anymore because he seems to have been blinded by her to the extent that he does not even question anything anymore, only accepting and carrying out any orders she might have. “Do you even realize what you are supporting?!”

“Are you?”, he asks you seriously, his eyes cold as he watches you search for an appropriate answer, a bit taken aback by the coldness in his voice.

“Yes. I support the good. And if I have to break a hundred other of her rules to finally change something, I will”, you explain to him sincerely, although you doubt that he will understand. Because he is way too stuck in his own beliefs to believe you, the only person he ever trusted, who just incurably broke this trust.

“I have no idea who is standing in front of me anymore”, Draco breathes softly and painfully, avoiding your gaze for a moment, apparently not expecting such an answer.

“Neither do I”, you reply promptly, without batting an eyelid. “Ever since that malicious witch got here, I do not recognize you, Draco. Where is the boy I fell in love with? I made a mistake and I know I should have told you. I know that and I sincerely apologize for it. However, joining Dumbledore’s Army was not a mistake.”

“So you are choosing these people you barely know over me?”, Draco challenges you, tears forming in his eyes despite his anger at not being able to shut down his deepest feelings for you.

“Draco, do not go there. Please. Do not put me in this positi-”

“Me or them, Y/N?”, Draco asks again, his pupils darting wildly between yours as he hopes for what he thinks is the only right answer. Stunned that he is actually making you decide, not even realizing how much better this group of people made you feel when he was not where he should have been, you clench your fists, but stay strong and do not look away. The moment you open your mouth, you both know what words will leave your throat, what pain you both will have to endure. In that exact moment you know it is over.

“Them.”

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[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (OC)

Matchmaking (Laenor and Rhaenyra engagement)

Masterlist

“So you would rather sell me off to the lord with the best castle?!”

Viserys’ heart dropped as he watched tears well up in his daughters eyes, clear frustration shining through. Sighing, he takes a seat, “I merely wish for you to be safe and cared for Rhaenyra.”

The princess scoffed at the sentiment, “I would believe that more if you didn’t have the best guard in the realm— it’s only competition being that of Winterfell, and the Starks would rather die then go back on their word—”

“That is enough!”

The air grew tense, thick as Velaryon steel, only filled with the laboring breath of King’s shriveling lungs. His legs grew weak from stress, twitching whilst in the chair and hidden only by the long cloak draping his body. Rhaenyra was no fool. She saw the state in which her father was slowly falling into, the toll of throne no doubt and it’s sharp wrath.

Dropping her face of destain, brought by years of spoiled nature, she took her father’s uncut hand as gently as one would the other. “I understand,” Rhaenyra whispered begrudgingly, “I would just like a chance to make my own match. One chance.”

Fluttering his eyes closed, Viserys felt himself caving as he caressed the back of his daughter’s hand with his thumb. Of course he knew this would happen. He’d always give in. “Alright.”

Sniffling back a joyful giggle, the small Targaryen gave a small peck to her father’s forehead. “I promise not to disappoint you.”

“Just try and be civil,” he said with a short grin of his own, “Your sister has already set out to level the ground for you.” It was as if they were discussing war strategy.

The princess hummed lovingly as she thought of the sight. “I suppose we should hope she’s playing fair.”

“She would argue that always plays fair.” Viserys remarked, letting out an amused snort.

“Nice then?”

They both laughed.

***

The moon was out, shining brighter than the sun the day before, veiling the waves that crashed against the rocks and shore with a gentle kiss. The fizzle of the bubbles drove the laughter already filling the air ablaze. Splashing, giggling, and drinking enough to sink a battalion, two newly kindred souls raced after each other in childish bliss.

One, the dragon child, stopped all of a sudden, causing the other to almost trip atop his own feet— threatening to face plant and get a mouthful of salt. She gaze at the moon in front of her, taking in the beauty of the divinity.

“What are you doing Jaehaera?” The boy asked in slurred words, flipping his curled locks back to squint up at the sight as well.

“Have you heard the story of the moon Laenor?”

Mouth agape like a fool, he answered, “You mean of the Moon goddess and the sun? Of course I have, everyone has—,”

“Nooo, no, no, no, no,” the raven haired girl whines, pulling on Laenor’s clothes as arm like a toddler, until they both inevitably fall to the ground.

“JAE! Seven hells!”

The girl giggled madly. Her limbs sprawled out, laying unapologetically on the friend beside her, ushering him to look back up at the moon.

“I mean the tale of the moon and the dragons!”

Scrunching up his eyebrows, Laenor turned to look at the girl, “What the hell are you on about?”

“Shhhhhhh,” she smacked her finger over his lips, causing him to cough and spit out sand that had stuck to her. “Story time.”

Humming a melodic tone the princess stared at the moon, making her vision go fuzzy as she continued on without blinking. “There’s an old legend that once, when the moon and sun drew too close, because they longed to hold one another after years of torment of watching each other from afar, that the moon cracked in half. She couldn’t withstand the heat of her lover, so she broke,” Jaehaera paused for a moment, her voice growing soft as she finally blinked; a tear rolled down her cheek.

Laenor had seen it, but instead of saying a word, the boy simply wiped her face clean with the pad of his thumb, before joining her underlining hum. He could swear he had heard it once, but he didn’t know where.

“And from her spouted thousands of dragons— some myths claim millions— all born from her. As if she were the egg of life.”

“What happened after that?” He asked, not missing a beat, suddenly enthralled by the story and it’s teller. Perhaps it were the alcohol.

Letting out a breathy laugh, the girl finally turned her head to meet her friends gaze. Laenor may have gasped if he weren’t in awe. He knew her eyes were unique; they mimicked that of her dragon for gods sake. But there they were, bathing in the moons light, and her eyes were now glowing a gold hue he’d never seen until this night. Nor would he ever again.

“It’s said that the dragons weeped for their mother—,”

“Dragons can cry?!” Laenor asked like a child discovering the tooth fairy, as he hugged the wine bottle to his chest.

Laughing hysterically, Jaehaera nodded. “It’s very rare.”

“I’m sorry— I’m just in shock.” He said, realizing he’d cut her off.

“It’s fine, it fine.”

“So the dragons were crying…”

“Yes,” she scoffed, “it’s said that the dragons all weeped so much that they made the ocean. And as the tides started to rise the biggest and oldest of the dragons breathed fire deep into the ocean, and that flame made a crack in the earth below, birthing a mountain containing magma as hot as a thousand dragons fire. It was only until the sun had reappeared that it finally erupted, high into the stars, and the moon was reborn before them all.”

The story would have been counted as a happy ending from all other listeners, including Laenor who was practically smitten with it. Yet the princess seemed solemn.

“What is it? It all worked out right? I mean she came back to life, he children are alive— everyone is living and together,” Laenor rambled as he sat up to cradle the bottle in his hands.

Biting the inside of her cheek the girl nodded. “You’re right.”

Cocking his head to the side the Laenor frowned. “Then why do you look so fucking miserable?”

Snickering, Jaehaera kicked him over. “Dick.”

“I am what I eat.”

Mouth dropping wide, Jaehaera scoffed in disbelief and jumped on top of him to retrieve what little wine was left. “You Whore!”

“Guilty!” He screamed happily, whilst trying his damndest to finish off the bottle.

He failed, to no one’s surprise, and Jaehaera got the last, sweet sip.

Properly worn out the boy laid flat on the wet sand with zero resistance. “Fine have it then. Didn’t want it anyway.”

Jaehaera hummed at the notion. “Good, it’d only worsen the headache you’ll have tomorrow. I suppose I should drag you to bed.” She sighed as she begrudgingly got up.

“As unexpectedly attractive as I find you my dear friend,” Laenor quipped with his arms already out for her to hoist him upright, “unless if you happen to have a di—,”

“Oh do shut it,” the princess interrupted, shoving her hand over his mouth. “You’re meeting my sister tomorrow. And you WILL be telling her of your preferences so you both may come up with a proper agreement.”

“But-,”

“And I will keep reminding you that she will not care about your preferences, for she has not mine.”

“Yes, but your different.” He whines exasperatedly.

“How so?” She retorted with an unbelieving tone.

Stopping in his tracks Laenor stares at her as if she were daft, finally giving up with a smirk of his own. “If you don’t know I won’t tell you.”

Jaehaera scoffs.

“But I will believe you!” He exclaims. “You have not lied to me…yet.”

“Hopefully you will not give me a reason to.” The girl teased, poking his side.

There was a stilled, comfortable silence between the two. Both in their own worlds, not minding the other’s proximity.

“So why we’re you so saddened by the end of the tale?”

Glancing shortly at the moon, Jaehaera smiled. “I’ll tell you when you tell me how I’m different.”

“Guess it’ll be a while then.”

“As stubborn as we are? Most definitely.”

They both laughed.

***

A/n: I did a little spin on the story Daenerys was told in the GOT, hope you all like it.

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[triscribeaucollection]

Summoned

(So my "write a post a new PJO fic each afternoon" got derailed by going out of town, and the next one-shot is going to be significantly longer by the time I'm done with it, but here's the first page just to tide my new followers over for a bit):

Maybe the ocean would always be nice to her, but Thalia was having second thoughts about the camp’s lake.

“MotherFUDGE-!”

“Come on, Thali!” “You can do it, Grace! “We believe in you!”

“Shut UP,” she shrieked, grinning from ear to ear but doing her best to still sound annoyed. “I am never trusting you again, Castellan, never!”

Luke just laughed from the other canoe. Thalia took a chance and swiped her paddle along the top of the water, which did manage to splash the jerk but also caused her dumb boat to wobble wildly again.

“You’re only making it worse!” Percy did not have room to talk, seeing as he kept twisting in all directions on the bench seat in the middle of their canoe. Every time the stupid thing shifted underneath Thalia’s butt, she tensed up and tried to compensate, but then they’d bob the other way instead, and it was all a vicious cycle, okay?!

And she loved every minute of it.

“Just relax!” The big Hephaestus kid in the front spot tried to offer. “It’s like riding a pegasus- or a bike!”

Thalia almost yelled back that she’d never done either of those, thanks very much, but a face-full of water cut her off first. Sputtering, the girl wiped at her eyes, then glared at a highly unrepentant Annabeth gliding by in her own canoe. “You are so getting tickled later,” Thalia swore.

The shrieking-laughing-cussing kept getting louder and louder, until, inevitably, Percy leaned too far over the side to look at something underwater, and Thalia jerked forward to grab him, and the combination of too much weight and movement dumped all of them overboard. At least the Hephaestus kid, Becken-something, didn’t seem to mind: he just grabbed onto the tow line at the front of the canoe and leisurely started swimming for shore. Rather than follow, Thalia enacted her revenge, lunging through the water towards Luke.

“Oh shit-” his alarm got the other two Hermes kids to actually start paddling, instead of just messing around, but they didn’t get away fast enough. Thalia gripped the edge of their canoe, and capsized it too. By the time she kicked away from that mess, cackling, Percy had made his way over to Annabeth. Even if he’d wanted to, the kid didn’t quite have enough bodyweight to dump it over so easily - he just swam alongside instead, dropping his head down underwater every time Annabeth tried to bop him with her paddle.

Hands grabbed at Thalia’s ankle. She kicked back, and was rewarded a moment later when Luke surfaced, coughing and rubbing at his forehead. They proceeded to slap water at each other for a few minutes, gradually drifting closer to shore, until someone shouted their names from the small beach.

“Last one back is a rotten harpy egg!” And of course as soon as she said that, Thalia kicked Luke in the gut, knocking him back with a yelp and propelling her forward.

“Hey! No fair!”

She snickered all the way out of the water and back up onto dry land, where Hailey waited with some towels and a raised eyebrow.

“Chiron asked me to come find you guys,” the older girl said, when Luke staggered up out of the lake as well. “Probably ought to dry off and change first, before you go down to the Big House.”

“Yeah, fine,” Thalia agreed, way more cheerfully than usual. Whatever the old centaur wanted, it was not going to be enough to spoil her good mood. And she managed to keep that mindset, all the way through getting dressed in clean clothes and rejoining her friends and heading down to the camp’s largest building.

But her good mood dropped like a stone when Thalia reached the glass-wall porch, and saw Hermes sitting at the table.

She could tell the instant Luke spotted him too, thanks to the sudden death grip on her forearm. Hermes must have sensed his son in return, because he looked up from talking quietly with Dionysus. He tried to offer them a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Luke. Thalia.” The god’s gaze flickered down and to one side. “And you must be the new Perseus everyone’s been talking about.”

A smaller hand tucked itself inside Thalia’s grip.

“What do you want,” Luke demanded, voice flat and cold.

“Hey,” Dionysus warned, speaking before the other god could, “You better watch it with the tone, kid-”

“It’s fine,” Hermes cut him off. “He’s fine. It’s not worth getting annoyed about.” Thalia shifted her arm, and Luke’s hand slid down to where they could both hold onto one another. If Hermes noticed, he didn’t mention it. “Sorry to drop in unannounced, but you two-” He nodded towards Thalia, and Percy pressing against her side, “-are being summoned to Olympus.”

“No.”

“Luke-”

“No.” Thalia could feel her best friend start to tremble. “You can’t.”

“I have to, kid.” Hermes kept his words soft, but it didn’t make them any easier to accept. “Even gods can get orders from on high. And right now, I’m under orders to bring both of them directly to Olympus. No stops, no detours, no delays.”

Thalia swallowed.Then she turned in place, pulling on Luke’s hand until he met her gaze. “Go find Annabeth,” she told him. “Keep her busy until we get back.”

His face turned stricken in an instant. But he didn’t argue.

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[valentinoappreciator]

Valentino tries to drown you 💞

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Valentino x female reader

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 1.5k

Tags / warnings: Dubious consent / bordering on non-con, Valentino being a jerk as per canon, impromptu waterboarding, PIV sex, filming, porn making ????, anyway!

Author's notes: I tried to write waterboarding, but I was SO certain I knew what waterboarding actually was that I didn't look it up until I was 500-ish words into the fic, before I realized 'hey I better make double sure I actually write this correctly', and then... can you guess what??? I DID NOT, IN FACT, KNOW WHAT WATERBOARDING IS 😩 So anyway, have Valentino trying to drown you, because I could not be assed to correct this 'little' mistake 😔

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The camera was on. The red dot blinked lazily. Without a care in the world. Unhurried. 

Unlike your heartbeat. 

No, your heart was galloping. Racing like a wild horse over the steppes, it was almost enough to make you queasy, and definitely enough that you visibly trembled where you stood. 

“Aww, amorcito, are you nervous?” Valentino asked with a wide grin, his golden tooth catching the light and nearly blinding you. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s fucking waterboarding!”

“You’re the one who agreed,” he pointed out as he stalked closer. For a change, he had his sleeves rolled up, and your eyes were immediately drawn to his arms. He didn’t look strong, but you knew better. Valentino could hold you down so easily it was embarrassing, and that’s with just two hands. 

“Now, why don’t you let daddy kiss you all better?”

You automatically took a step back, and ended up bumping against the sink. It was full of cold water. 

You laughed nervously. 

“I-I think I changed my mind,” you croaked, digging your fingers into the marble and getting your hands and wrists wet. 

“Oh yeah? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to drowning you,” Valentino said. He sounded so genuine, so painfully sincere, that you nearly fell for it. But only until he grabbed you by the hair, forcefully turned you around, and shoved your face into the sink. 

Your first mistake had been to allow Valentino this close. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. He knew everything about you. Your weaknesses and desires, your fears and strengths. There wasn’t a thing he didn’t know. And even if there had been, Vox would have his back, filling him in next time they saw each other. 

You struggled fiercely in his grip, sloshing water everywhere. Vaguely, you could hear Valentino laugh in that mocking tone of his. 

Your second mistake had been to allow Valentino to talk you into selling your soul to him. Being owned by a sadistic, psychopathic pimp was not how you had imagined you would spend your afterlife. Alas, that was your position. 

Trying to push yourself away from the sink, Valentino pushed your head further into the water. You began panicking. Your mouth was closed tightly, but you wanted to scream. 

Your third mistake was to actually try and scream. Instantly, water flooded your mouth, and you began choking mere seconds later. 

When Valentino hauled your head back up, you gasped, inadvertently inhaling even more water into your already wet lungs. 

“Oh, come now,” he cooed, “you’re not giving up already, are you?” His long, claw-like fingers were tight in your hair, digging into your scalp. You didn’t doubt for a second that they drew blood. 

No words left you, only ragged, raspy panting. You grabbed the sink so hard your knuckles turned white. Your legs trembled fiercely, threatening to give out. Your breathing was wet and shallow, not to mention painful. Each puff of air was followed by the strongest coughing fit you had ever experienced, your body desperately trying to expel the water in your lungs. 

Valentino was, quote-unquote, kind enough to let you get your bearings before he dunked your head under the water once more. The small reprieve was a huge relief, but the fear was ice cold and tangible when he tried to drown you once more. 

This time, you didn’t scream, but you struggled even harder. It was pure instinct. Trying to keep your mouth shut was, largely, unsuccessful, and you still ended up inhaling quite a bit of water. 

What made you freeze, however, was the way Valentino spread your shaking legs with so much ease it was pathetic. You didn’t even struggle! Too focused on not drowning, you shuddered and clamped your mouth and eyes tightly shut. Muffled, seeming to come from far away, Valentino laughed mockingly again. 

When he finally pulled you above water once more, he hauled you up to his chest, his grip of your hair tight enough to pull out a few strands. 

“Remember,” he snickered, “you can only die from an angelic weapon. And don’t worry, babycakes, this water ain't holy. It won’t kill you. At least not permanently.”

“Please,” you rasped wetly, knuckling the sink. You coughed painfully, through wet hair looking into the mirror where you saw Valentino grinning back at you. The sick grin only grew bigger when you pleaded. 

“Are you not having fun? Are you not thrilled by my indulging you?” 

You grit your teeth. Valentino yanked your hair, pulling you flush against his body. It was wonderfully warm, compared to the coldness of the water and fear, and for a second, the briefest of seconds, you found yourself wishing he would embrace you. 

“Doll?” he purred, but now there was an underlying threat in that singular word. It was in the way his eyes narrowed slightly. It was in the way his fingers tightened in your hair. It was in the way he clicked his tongue when you didn’t immediately answer. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Admitting defeat, you shuddered when Valentino chuckled darkly in your ear. Your head hung forward, your breathing wet, loud, and raspy. 

“Good girl.” 

Your body trembled almost violently. A few weak coughs escaped you. 

“Now, just relax. Let me take care of you, baby.” 

He crooned into your ear, and you loathed how easily you submitted to him. His scent was so strong, so overpowering, and it felt as if you had no other choice but to succumb to his devious, sinful ways. 

“Yes, daddy,” you rasped, closing your eyes. 

“Don’t I always treat my girls with respect?”

No.

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good. Now, relax, and this won’t hurt a bit.”

You whimpered quietly. Your entire body tensed. 

“I said, relax,” he snarled, and you knew better than to struggle. 

So, despite not quite relaxing, you also didn’t fight it when Valentino pressed you against the sink with two hands, his other two going to free his cock. When it slapped against your rear, you shuddered. You had always loved his cock, but right now... well, it’s not like you had a choice right now. 

The head was already leaking pre-cum. Wet and slimy, Valentino let out a quiet hiss when he let it rub against the cleft of your ass. With two hands, he spread your cheeks.

“You may play the role well, doll, but you can’t run from it.”

“Run from what?” you whispered hoarsely. 

“The simple fact that you like this,” he said darkly. With one other hand, he grabbed his cock, and with the last one, he parted your labia slightly, making you shudder. 

“The simple fact is,” he continued, crooning against your ear as he guided his throbbing cock to your hole, “that you’re a whore.”

He drawled out the slur while at the same time pushing inside you, pulling a wretched moan from between your gritted teeth. Snickering darkly, Valentino plunged deep inside you, until his hips rested against your ass. Letting go of your ass cheeks, labia, and his cock, he instead reached around to fondle your tits. 

He let out a deeply heartfelt groan as he squeezed them in his hands. His grip was so tight it was verging on painful, and you whimpered, making a grimace that he caught in the mirror. 

“Oh? Don’t you like daddy’s treatment?” he grinned, pinching your nipples harshly and forcing you to cry out. “You wound me, babygirl, absolutely wound me, with such cruelty!”

You were about to cry out again, his fingers tugging roughly at your nipples, but the sound died in your throat when Valentino, in one swift motion, pulled back and then slammed deep and hard inside you once more. 

And, just like that, the mood was set - his thrusts were deep and ruthless, his grip tight enough to bruise, and his red, sticky saliva dripped out of his mouth. It landed in the water, in your hair, and on your back, where it trickled down your body. There was so much of it; it was, on one hand, ridiculously disgusting, and on the other, ridiculously hot. 

“Daddy, please,” you managed to croak, seconds before Valentino dunked your head underwater. 

Unable to keep your mouth closed, you inhaled so much water you genuinely thought you were going to drown. You choked and struggled against him, but his grip was much too strong for your thrashing to bear fruit. Screaming did, incredibly, nothing but allow more water to enter your lungs. 

Valentino kept fucking into you, and despite the sloshing of water, and the sound of his voice being muffled, you could hear him moan loudly. Each of his thrusts jerked your body, and your head repeatedly knocked against the sink. 

You were halfway unconscious when he pulled you out of the water again. Your body was mostly limp, and your head lolled from side to side. Valentino merely laughed, slapping you across the face a few times. 

“Wakey-wakey, my little darling,” he cooed, his usual wide, trademark grin on his face, “we’re not even close to being done.”

#text #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #nsft #waterboarding #its done :')))) only took way too long compared to how short it is #but anyway have this my lovelies <3

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This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

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General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare2 #john price #captain price #captain john price #price headcanons #headcanons

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✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: with you i serve, with you i fall down. watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hint of autistic!Bucky, inaccurate medical writing by me (pls dont resusitate someone by hitting and punching their chest ok), internalized homophobia but only briefly, violence, blood, hospitals, nightmares. mentions of murder, and weapons.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: just me channelling my inner @musette22 honestly. inspired by this convo with @natashasera. will probably include a part two at some point.

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

The Asset collapsed beside The Target's body, watching it's shallow breathing. It knows it should flee, but The Target is important. not just important to it's handlers, but to The Asset as well. The Target knew The Asset, and carried an expression on its face that The Asset had never seen before.

The Target coughed, blood spurting from its mouth. The Target wheezed, and before The Asset could think about his actions, he was pulling on Steve's arm, and rolling him onto his side, maneuvering him into the recovery position.

Bucky blinked, confused. where was he? what had happened? he looked around him, and saw large skyscrapers reaching into the heavens. his breathing was now as shallow as Steve's was only moments ago, which made him look back at Steve, not being able to hear Steve's rattling chest anymore. the same rattling chest that kept him up at night, the two of them crammed into a small twin sized bed because thats all they could afford.

he pushed Steve on his back, and flesh hand shook, trying to remember what Sarah, Steve's mom and the best second parent Bucky could have asked for, taught him to do if her son ever stopped breathing. he choked out a sob, leaning down and listening for breathing. he choked out a laugh, hearing the steady rise and fall of his lungs, smooth and healthy. his eyes roamed over Steve's body, and he slowly began to piece together that had happened since the last time they were in their cozy Brooklyn apartment.

the war, the draft, the serum. the train, the metal bar breaking and plunging him into the snowy depths below. seeing Steve's break out into terror and desperation, and the ground came rushing towards him faster than a leaf falling from a tree.

he looked down, feeling warmth surround one of his knees. thick, scarlet blood was pouring from an injury on Steve's side, and there was too much blood. too much for him, even.

"fuck, Stevie," Bucky whimpered, and rolled him over. Bucky's body almost crumpled seeing the gunshot wound in Steve's side. "no, no, no," he gasped, pressing his hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Steve was pale, too pale. paler than when he got tuberculosis, and Bucky lost Steve twice in one night, bringing him back each time with a combination of CPR, praying, and slapping his white skin.

"Stevie, don't do this," he begged, just like he had then. "jus' stay with me. stay with me, i'll get you help. c'mon," he said, pushing all his body weight on the wound.

suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching from behind him. his head whipped around, and his eyes landed on a man in a SHIELD uniform. hope filled his tired body, and he broke out into a smile.

"sir," he gasped for air, feeling 10 years old again, and helping Steve after some playground bullies beat him up. "i need help. i think he's bleeding out," he said.

his eyes were so focused on the other man, that he didn't notice the bleeding stop. he also didn't notice blue eyes gazing up at him, filled with love.

"h-he needs help," Bucky gasped, not understanding why the man wasn't moving. "he's gonna die, and i can't lose him, please!" he begged, and watched as the man groaned.

"man, Pierce is gonna kill me," the man groaned, and walked towards Bucky. Bucky went to smile, but all the muscles in his face relaxed and contorted into terror as the man grabbed his tac suit on the shoulder, and began to drag him away.

Bucky shook his head, a scream ripping from his throat.

"NO!" he shouted, trying to get away. "you have to help him! he's gonna die!"

the man groaned, and reached for his gun. "can't believe i got roped into doing this shit," he growled, but before he could as much as pull his gun out of his holster, he was interrupted by a deep, smooth voice.

"don't even think about it, Rumlow." Steve said, struggling to keep his voice steady, pointing his own gun at the rogue agent.

"it's not-" Rumlow began, releasing Bucky, and letting him crash onto his dislocated arm, pain shooting up his torso.

"it's not personal?" Steve growled, moaning in pain and inching closer to Rumlow, the gun pressing closer to him. "it sure feels like it. especially if you're going after the one person i'd burn the world for if it meant i could save him."

"Cap, i'm just following orders." Rumlow tried to reason, but before he could finish his defence, a gun shot rang out, and Rumlow fell to the ground, dead before he even made contact with the wet grass.

Bucky broke out into sobs, grabbing onto Steve's tac suit with his flesh hand.

"Stevie-" he gasped, and Steve fell to his knees. his hands grabbed onto Bucky, and he pulled him close.

"'m here," Steve said, voice growing weak. "'s all right, you're safe."

"don't leave." Bucky begged, soaking Steve's dirty suit with his tears.

Steve went to answer, but was interrupted by Sam running into the clearing where they were. upon seeing Bucky, he pulled his gun out, but was stopped by Steve.

"don't," Steve said. "he's fine. it's him, not the other one." Sam nodded, and called over his comm his location to Nat, Fury, and Maria.

"are you hurt," Sam asked, approaching them. Steve nodded.

"he is too," Steve said, motioning to Bucky. "his arm is dislocated."

Sam got on his knees and nodded. "okay. Bucky, can you roll over so i can put your arm back in the socket?" he asked, and Bucky looked warily up at Steve, but when Steve nodded, he complied, his hand still gripping Steve's suit.

"3...2...1..." Sam counted down, before pushing on his arm, and popping it back in place. Bucky let out a shout, hot tears rolling down his face at the pain. Steve shushed him and wiped his tears as a helicopter approached. as they were brought inside the helicopter and the door slid shut behind him, Bucky didn't let go of Steve, and continue to cry into his chest, afraid that Steve would slip away if he let go of him.

"no!" Bucky said, readjusting his grip on Steve's suit. "don'! don't take him!" Bucky cried, breathing heavy.

"Bucky," Sam said, his hand wrapping around Bucky's and trying to get him to release Steve. they'd made it to the hospital, and the nurses had tried to wheel Steve away for surgery, but Bucky refused to part with him. "he's gonna be okay. they're just gonna take him into surger-"

"NO!" Bucky screeched, flinging himself ontop of Steve. "you can't!" he exclaimed, and Sam and Nat shared a confused look. "the last t-time he went into surgery he got sepsis and almost d-died!" Bucky sobbed, and Nat sighed, before slowly walking up to him, and gently prying his hand off of Steve, allowing the nurses to wheel him away.

"it's okay, James," she whispered, seeing the terror and heartbreak on Bucky's face as Steve was wheeled away. Bucky tried to pull away, but his body remained where it was, exhausted. "he's strong. super strong, remember?" she said, moving his dirty hair from his face. "remember how he got the serum, and he wasn't sick anymore?" she prompted, and Sam, realizing what she was doing, sat down on Bucky's other side, and rubbed his shoulder.

"he just needs to get the bullet removed, and get some stitches," Sam said. "once that's done, you can go see him again, okay?" Sam said, and him and Natasha smiled at each other when he began to relax into their arms. "he's going to be okay." Sam said, and looked at Nat as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"why don't we go back to my place and get you cleaned up?" she offered. "Steve's going to be in surgery for a while, and he'll be happy to see you clean," she said. Bucky pondered it for a moment, before agreeing, and letting Sam help him stand up, and the three of them slowly made their way out of the hospital, and into Nat's car.

"can you tell me the last thing you remember," Nat asked as she washed Bucky's hair in the kitchen sink. "before the draft?" Bucky nodded, and thought back.

"i remember saving Steve from a fight behind some diner. i guess he had heard someone cat calling one of our old school friends, and decided to give him a piece of his mind. but, like always, he ended up black and blue because he never got the fact that he was 80 pounds and the size of a tree branch through his thick skull.” Bucky said, sighing as Nat’s nails scratched at his scalp.

“is he really going to be okay?” Bucky asked, his eyes focusing on some of the light blue paint on the eggshell white ceiling of Nat’s apartment.

Nat nodded. “he’s going to be fine. he’ll pull through, he always has, hasn’t he?”

Bucky nodded. “yeah he has.” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat before he spoke again. “has he told you about the time when he died twice in one night?”

Nat shook her head, concerned. “no he hasn’t.”

Bucky chuckled quietly, his flesh forefinger tracing the plates of his metal hand. “he had tuberculosis. he’d had it a few times, but this time was by far the worst. he hadn’t been feeling well all day, and he was getting worse and worse as the day went on. Sarah helped as much as she could, but eventually she had to go to work, so it was just me and Stevie in the apartment.”

Nat helped Bucky sit up and wrapped a towel around his head, drying the freshly cleaned hair. Bucky continued talking while Natasha ran a wide toothed comb through his hair, trying to detangle it.

“it was around 3 when i noticed his breathing change. i monitored it for a little bit, but ended up falling asleep. about 20 minutes later, i woke up, and something didn’t feel right. i looked over at S-Stevie, and his lips were turning blue. i remember starting cpr immediately and screaming for him to wake up. i don’t know how long i did cpr for but eventually he came back, and was weak but okay. i was going to call his ma but he told me no, and to let her work, being the jerk that he was. i stayed in the bed with him, and around 4 it happened again. i’d broken a few of his ribs while doing cpr and i didn’t want them to puncture his lung, so i just started shaking him and slapping him. i pounded his chest, above his heart a few times as hard as i could, and eventually he came back. he was stronger, and his breathing was better and a little smoother, and i knew he’d be okay.

"i just..." Bucky said, looking down at his hand and sniffling. "i just remember holding him and not wanting to let go. i wanted to tell him then," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "th-that i-uhm..."

"that you loved him?" Natasha said, maneuvering his shoulder length hair into a braid.

"y-yeah," Bucky stuttered, tear burning his eyes. "i know we'll never be able to be open about it, or get married, but i just want him to know."

"well," Natasha said, tying the braid off with an elastic. "you may not be able to get married yet, but you're allowed to be open about it," Natasha said.

Bucky jerked his head to look behind him. "w-what?"

"gay marriage isn't legalized yet, but it's legal to be in a relationship with who ever you want, as long as you're both consenting adults." Natasha said as she climbed off of the stool behind him. "so, when he wakes up, you can tell him how you feel." she said, giving Bucky a warm smile.

before Bucky could respond, Sam walked through the front door of the apartment.

"he's awake," Sam said, a smile on his face as he looked at the other two. "he's still a little groggy, but he's going to be okay, and the doctor said we can go visit him."

a smile broke out on Bucky's face, and it grew bigger when Nat patted him on the shoulder to get him to stand up.

"we can take my car," Nat said, swiping her keys off of the counter top where she'd dropped them earlier. Sam made a rebuttal as Bucky walked over to the shoe rack and grabbed his combat boots. did he want to put them back on? no, but it wasn't like he had other options.

he slid the boots on, and followed Natasha and Sam out the door. the ride to the hospital was quiet. Sam and Nat discussed what they needed to do about Bucky, and Bucky kept quiet, trying to present as though he didn't care what happened to him, but on the inside, his stomach was churning violently.

what would happen to him? he asked himself. would the judicial system understand what he went through, and understand that he wasn't a bad person, that he was forced to do bad things? or would they see him as a violent criminal who could snap at any moment and send him back to a cell for the rest of his life?

bad thoughts like that continued to swirl in his brain as Natasha's car slowed to a stop in the hospital parking lot. his stomach started to do flipflops as he followed the couple through the hallways, attempting to find Steve's hospital room. would Steve hate him? he didn't seem to hate him on the riverbank, which must mean he didn't. Bucky really hoped that he didn't. he really hoped that the Steve he was about to see would be the same Steve that went through Project Rebirth, and then infiltrated a HYDRA base by himself just to save Bucky. he hoped to God, that nothing has changed his Steve.

they came to a stop in front of the door, and Sam and Nat looked at him expectantly.

"well?" Nat asked, with a smirk.

"well, what?" Bucky asked, confused, looking between the two people.

"are you going to go in and see your man?" she asked, and Bucky had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

"he's not my man." Bucky stated, and Sam snorted from where he was standing beside Nat.

"man, you spent the entire time Nat was washing your hair talking about Steve. you proclaimed you were in love with him, and basically admitted you want to marry him. how does that not make Steve 'your man?'" Sam said, and Bucky looked at him indignantly.

"me confessing my feelings doesn't mean he shares those same feelings," Bucky said, his eyes turning towards the closed hospital door. "as much as I wish he did."

"well, you're never going to know unless you ask him." Nat said. Bucky laughed.

"and ruin a friendship with my longest, and now only, friend? no. it's better to keep my feelings to myself. it'll hurt less eventually." Bucky resigned, and Sam chuckled next to him.

"conceal don't feel, don't let it show, right?" Sam said, and both him and Nat cracked up. Bucky looked between the two of them, feeling as if he'd missed something.

"...huh?" he said, and Nat had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.

"nothing. go see Steve." she said, pushing his shoulder. Bucky nodded slowly, confused, but turned to open the door. he stepped through, his eyes locked on the floor.

"go get 'em, Elsa!" he heard Sam shout through the doorway, and furrowed his brows again, confused on what Sam was talking about, but his face relaxed when he saw Steve, sitting up in bed, reading The Hobbit.

"S-Steve," Bucky said quietly. Steve looked over at him, and Bucky felt nauseous as his eyes lit up and his face broke out into a smile.

"hey, Buck. how are you feeling?" he said, placing the book down. Bucky gulped. he didn't know what to say. what could he say to Steve? the last time he was fully himself and spoke to Steve, it was 1945, and they talked about their trip to Coney Island, and how Steve threw up after Bucky made him go on the Cyclone.

the memory, while there, was extremely fuzzy, the only thing he could make out being the small, skinny, and pale face of his Stevie.

Stevie, the only man he'd ever loved. he loved him when he was small, and he loved him after he got the serum. as much as he loved the thought of him sitting in their apartment in New York waiting for him to come home like a dame would, it made him even happier (internally, on the outside he was still mad) to have Steve with him, fighting beside him. he loved him when he didn't know who he was. he loved him when he didn't know what was love was, because that had been successfully trained out of him. he loved him when he was sitting alone in his cell, confused about the pull he was feeling in his lower stomach. he loved Steven Grant Rogers, and the thought terrified him.

the thought that Steve wouldn't return his feelings. the thought that Steve would be like all those super 'macho' guys that they went to school with, who believed anyone who didn't fit their narrative of a normal person, would go to hell, which made no sense. how was Steve any different from him? yet, he still got made fun of because instead of playing with his blocks, or building a tower, he chose to line them up, or make a circle with them. Bucky felt himself start to spiral, and the only thoughts in his head were "Steve""i love you""don't hate me".

they repeated over and over again. taunting him, begging him to confess, to make a fool out of himself, even though he has distinct memories of the two of them finding a young, gay, couple being tormented by an older man, and despite all the energy Bucky was exerting while beating the literal shit out of this oversized bully, the most prominent image in his head is Steve throwing the first punch, and then Steve asking the couple if they were okay.

instead of rationalizing with himself, his focus shifted suddenly to the buzzing in his ears. the pain in his chest. the black spots in his vision. the last thing he saw before he squeezed his eyes shut was Steve standing up and grasping his shoulders.

"Buck-" he heard. "Buck wha-"

"you sho-" Bucky wheezed, trying to pull in air to stop this horrid pain in his chest. "you should be laying down."

Bucky didn't hear Steve's response, the buzzing turning to ringing, and drowning out any and all noises other than the high pitched ring.

he reopened his eyes when he felt something warm and soft pressed against his forehead. his breath hitched when he saw bright pink, plump lips inches away from his own. his eyes zeroed in on the movement that they were making, before realizing Steve was speaking to him.

the ringing dimmed slightly, and other sounds were finally allowed inside his mind, and he quickly realized that the sensation was Steve's forehead pressed against his own, and why Steve was doing it.

Bucky was having an attack, and Steve was trying to calm him down, just like he always did. a lump formed in his throat and tears welled in his eyes as he felt Steve wrap his arms around him as the pain in his chest retreated slightly, and it became easier to breathe. his breath hitched as he came out from the attack, and tried not to collapse into Steve's arm like he used to. Steve, thinking like a Captain (always one step ahead), strengthened his hold on Bucky, and walked them back towards the bed.

Steve sat down, and brushed a stray hair away from Bucky's face, Bucky focused his eyes on Steve and sniffled seeing the soft and loving look Steve was giving him.

"it's okay," Steve whispered. "it's okay, baby." he said, and Bucky felt himself crumple. Steve wasted no time in scooping him up into his lap, and letting him nuzzle his head into his neck and cry out his pain.

he cried. he cried and cried, feeling 70 years of anguish pour out from his body as he was finally allowed to have emotions and express them. his hands fisted in Steve's hospital gown, curling up as he felt the pleasant warmth radiating from the thin material.

a few minutes later, his tears finally stopped, and he was then fighting to keep his eyes open. it wasn't that he didn't want to look at Steve, it was that he was just so comfortable. he was warm, he felt content for the first time in years, and he felt as if he could fall asleep right there.

"Buck?" Steve asked again, startling the half asleep soldier on his lap. "can you look at me?" he asked, but Bucky shook his head with a childish whine. he tensed once he realized the noise he made, but was pleasantly surprised when nothing happened.

Steve moved past the whine as if it didn't happen. his left hand started to cradle the back of Bucky's head, and his right began rubbing up and down.

"okay," Steve said. "it's okay, you don't have to look at me, but I don't want you to feel ashamed for crying or any-" he said before Bucky cut him off.

"'m jus' comfy." Bucky said sleepily, and Steve chuckled. he felt his right hand leave his back, reaching to grab something before relaxing back.

"okay, bud." Steve said. Bucky sniffled, before he felt a straw poking at his mouth. Bucky cracked his eyes open and accepted the straw, sucking down the ice cold water. he sighed in relief after, and went to stand up as Steve set the water cup down, but was stopped as Steve wrapped both arms around him, and the two of them laid back against the hospital bed.

Bucky whimpered, and snuggled closer. Steve chuckled, and Bucky listened to it reverberate through his chest. "missed you," Bucky said, keeping his words short, feeling the emotions build again.

"i missed you too, Buck. every day." he said, his thumb swiping over Bucky's swollen upper cheek.

"i'm sorry," Bucky said, the guilt returning. "i'm sorry i hurt you, i didn't want to, i-"

"shhh, it's okay. i know you didn't mean to." he assured. "nothing that happened was your fault."

Bucky just nodded, unsure what to say to that. while he knew those words were true, it didn't feel like it. they felt fake, like an attempt at cheering him up. he knew they were the truth, so why couldn't he bring himself to believe them?

Bucky didn't know what to say after that, so he said nothing. he kept quiet, even when Nat and Sam came in. when Maria came in, and told them that Bucky could go with Steve, that her and someone named Fury would take care of getting him a pardon. with a name like Fury, Bucky certainly wasn't going to refuse the offer, not that he would anyways. going home with his Stevie, even though he didn't know where 'home' was, was certainly better than being alone in a cold dark cell.

he cuddled in closer to Steve, and listened to him discuss his living situation with Sam and Nat.

"my apartment's not safe," Steve said.

"it's just a window," Sam said, "we could get it fixed."

"no, it's not that, Sam." Nat said. "Bucky was there, the night Fury faked his death. if Bucky was there, then Rumlow and one of his other handlers was definitely there as well. it's not safe to send them back there, especially when we just brought down HYDRA and Shield."

"he had handlers?" Sam asked, and Bucky involuntarily shivered, thinking of Rumlow and Rollins.

"yeah," Nat said. "don't forget, i knew him when i was still in the Red Room. the handlers changed over time, but he always had 2 handlers with him. if you look at it from their perspective, it makes sense. even as the soldier, he didn't want to be there. they couldn't send him out on missions alone."

"yeah, makes sense." Sam said, with a sigh.

"where are we going to go then?" Steve asked, his hand still rubbing Bucky's back.

"i'll call Stark, see if that offer for a place in that fancy new compound still stands," Nat said, and he heard her stand up, and exit the room, likely to call Stark.

Stark...

that name sounded familiar to Bucky. he just didn't know why it felt so familiar. the thought remained on his mind until he drifted to sleep in Steve's arms, comforted by the sound of his steady, healthy heartbeat.

longing

december. night time. long winding road.

rusted

the roar of a machine underneath the asset. 'look down,' the voice says. it complies. leather seats. the roar. motorcycle.

seventeen

white car. wooden pole. security camera.

daybreak

the asset pulls up beside the car. punches through the window. the car veers off the road, and into the pole.

furnace

target one crawling on the gravel, blood dripping.

nine

'Sergeant Barnes?' the target says. a name. it's name? no time to ponder. target two is crying for target one.

two punches for target one. squeeze of a throat for target two.

benign

hand. gun. security camera. point, shoot.

homecoming

the camera is destroyed.

one

metal case with familiar blue liquid.

freight car

mission complete.

well done, soldat.

Bucky jolts awake. Stark. Howard Stark. he sits up. his head falls into his hands.

he killed Howard Stark.

'but,' he thinks. 'if Howard is dead, who is the Stark that they were talking about?'

his question answers itself when he opens his eyes, and sees and unfamiliar room. he looks beside him, and see's Steve sitting up to comfort him.

"w-" Bucky begins, but Steve finishes.

"we're at Tony's compound." he said.

Tony.

Howard's son.

"are we-" Bucky asked, and Steve nodded.

"we're safe, bud." Steve assured, pulling Bucky close to his chest. "we're safe."

Bucky forgets about the dream by the next time he wakes.

he wakes up before Steve this time, and he just stares. he's pretty. so, so pretty. he suddenly wishes that he had paper and a pencil, so he could draw Steve. he was no art prodigy like Steve, but being in art school when he was younger certainly left him with some drawing ability.

he lifted his flesh hand, and traced it tentatively over his jaw. over his chin, around his lips. a chuckle startled him, disturbing his quiet admiration.

"i can feel that, you know." Steve said, opening his eyes, a smile cracking on his lips.

Bucky gulped. he could back out now, ignore it, pretend he's sleeping.

but he doesn't want to.

he can love whoever he wants now. he can love Steve openly, and without fear of being caught. and that was exactly what he was going to do.

"you're just so pretty, Stevie." he whispered. "wish i had a pencil and paper so i could draw you."

Steve smiled up at him. "i could grab you one. i'm sure i have a spare one somewhere."

"nah," Bucky said, shaking his head. "wouldn't do your beauty justice."

a light red tinge appeared on Steve's cheeks, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Bucky's thumb had a mind of its own, and rubbed over Steve's plump, pink, bottom lip. his eyes flicked up to meet Steve's, and unlike when kissing a girl, he felt no nerves. no uncertainty.

he felt safe, loved, comfortable. he felt at home. tears rimmed his eyes as he looked at the man he loved. the man who was once smaller than him. the man who he wanted to marry. to have kids with, to spend the rest of his days with.

the man who had only ever made him feel safe. the man who risked everything to save him, more than once. the man he'd been dying to kiss since he knew what kissing, and love was. since he'd realized he'd only ever felt it for Steve.

"'m gonna kiss you now," he whispered, his head dipping slightly. "is that okay?" he asked, not wanting Steve to feel uncomfortable, despite the hardness pressing against his hip which proved that Steve was far from uncomfortable.

"yeah," Steve rasped. he swallowed, his heart rate speeding up. "yeah, that's okay."

their lips touched for the first time, and Bucky felt as if he'd been born again.

#natashasera #bucky barnes angst #stucky angst #stucky fanfiction #stucky fluff #stucky fandom #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky fanfic #bucky x steve #stucky #steve rogers rp #captain america #winter soldier #bucky #captain america the first avenger #captain america civil war #catws #sam wilson

[midorishinji]

Hanahaki

Yellow tulips are a symbol of unrequited love. "You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can't breathe"

Itahina ｜Oneshot｜Also published in Portuguese and on AO3

It was a late autumn morning, a Friday, when I felt something in my throat. I coughed and spat out a yellow tulip petal. I spent the entire weekend worrying, avoiding opening my mouth, and I slept all Sunday after drinking a whole bottle of cough syrup. I told my father that it was just the beginning of a cold, and he didn't question it all that much; to be honest, I don't think he really pays attention to me, and he doesn't even notice that anything could be wrong. I was always just this quiet, nervous little thing that swallows back words, and now I swallow flowers too.

Every time I saw him at school, I would have a terrible coughing fit... Which was quite inconvenient, considering that Itachi Uchiha was the brother of a childhood friend and president of the literature club, of which I was a member. I managed to get through the first week in fits and starts, wearing a mask the entire time, to avoid transmitting my “cold”. At the end of the day, I would need to go to the bathroom and take off the mask, to remove the petals that suffocated me even once they were out of my throat.

That's how Ino found me, that Thursday, staring at a bunch of yellow petals and even whole tulips spread out on the sink. We looked at each other for a few seconds, until I couldn't take it anymore and cried the bitterest tears of my brief existence. She tried to comfort me and hugged me with all the strength in the world and, for a moment, it seemed like everything was going to be okay.

(...)

— At the beginning of the 19th century, tuberculosis became the fashionable disease. Pale skin, glistening eyes and rosy cheeks and lips, symptoms of a constant fever, became ideals of beauty, the supreme symbol of perishing with grace.

With each word, it felt like an even bigger stab wound to my poor heart. I swallowed flowers like I swallowed words, like I swallowed my feelings, and listened to Itachi's explanation of Romanticism while we were both last in the literature club. — I just think I'm not a hundred percent recovered from my cold yet, that's all. Nowadays, babies are vaccinated against tuberculosis at birth, I think.

I had to drop the mask and pretend I was “cured” after a few indiscreet looks from my sister. For a moment, I almost thought I would have to tell her, but I couldn't imagine doing that. Saying things wasn't my strongest point.

Itachi laughed, the same low, hoarse laugh that I loved to hear, and that made my heart beat fast as if I ran a marathon. — You're funny, Hinata.

— Funny how? — I was afraid to ask, because I was afraid of knowing. Sometimes people find us funny in an adorable way, like a kid acting up. Sometimes just funny in a pathetic way.

He shook his head, looking far away, and for a second I wondered what Itachi Uchiha thought... When it came to him, it was always so difficult to know, that I felt as if we were completely different species. Indecipherable. — I don't know. I just think you are, but not in a bad way, no, definitely not.

(...)

I spent the night awake, with a lump in my throat, which I only managed to expel when it was past three in the morning: there were three whole tulips, yellow as gold, and so beautiful that for a second I almost got carried away and forgot that these precious flowers were a physical manifestation of doom. I sat on the bathroom floor for a long time, staring at them, breathless, trying to get my breathing back to normal.

I kept the three flowers between the pages of a heavy book, as I had been doing with all the others I spat out. Perhaps Charlotte Brontë had a good reason to see beauty in the illness that took her sisters’ lives and that would inevitably take hers too, because it’s the last resort. When nothing else can be done, what remains for us is to learn to love our circumstances, to see some charm in them: that was why I kept my tormentors close.

My phone vibrated with a message, awakening me from my Byronic daydreams, and to my cruel reality, and I resented even more my own cowardice for writing “I love you” in response and deleting it right away, before even sending it, as I read his message again and again.

"I dreamed of you today"

(...)

Yellow tulips are a symbol of unrequited love. I knew that. Ino tried to convince me that it could be worse, because there are flowers with more harmful meanings: orange lilies are hate; higanbana are abandonment, and two lovers who part ways to never meet again. I knew that too, and knowing it didn't make it any better. She also insisted that for those suffering from hanahaki , the type and color of the flowers matter little to the prognosis of the disease, it’s all a popular superstition.

— Here, I got a gift for you, from my family’s flower shop. — she said, as soon as we arrived at school; it was a white flower, like the snow that fell in that first winter blizzard around us — It's called Edelweiss. It means courage, you know? They’re the national flower of Austria, firstly because they were a symbol of resistance to the Nazis during World War II, and secondly because they only grow at very high altitudes, such as in the Alps; there's a legend there that says that if someone brings you one of these, it's proof of true love. No one risks looking for it if it isn’t.

She explained everything to me enthusiastically, while placing the small flower behind my ear, between some strands of hair. I opened my locker to leave my shoes and found inside it a white orchid with delicate fringe-like petals, lonely like me. I felt a certain compassion for that poor creature with dry petals, as if it had withered before it even bloomed, because we really were one and the same. I stared at it for long seconds, playing with the fragile petals as delicately as I could, until Ino woke me up from my trance: — A gift?

— I don't know. I'll put it in a glass of water, maybe that will help. — I said, holding the slender stem between my cold fingers, almost flying through the school corridors.

(...)

— Hanahaki is a disease of cowards.

Sasuke's voice echoed through the room, angry and serious. He wasn’t speaking to me specifically, he was just taking out his frustration on all of us, because he didn't know anything, he couldn’t. And, even if he knew, deep down I couldn't disagree with him: I am a coward from head to toe, to the last hair strand, to the marrow of the bone, and if I weren't like that, I would suffer much less. I wouldn't be fatally ill, either: the truth sets us free, but only when we are able to spit it out like the poison it is.

— Sasuke... — Itachi tried to calm him down, as he always did, and the two exchanged a long look, of complicity, containing a very private understanding. For a moment I wished I could disappear from there, imagining that everyone knew about my peculiar misery and they simply felt sorry for me. I loved Itachi Uchiha and everything that was him, flaws and admirable qualities, in the same contradictory way that I could sometimes hate him like I did now, as I hated his gentle and appeasing ways for making me like him even more and making him even better , so close to the divine as humanly possible. Maybe that's why black lilies were so ambiguous and meant, at the same time, love and curse: both exist as two sides of the same coin, inseparable. I couldn't love if it didn't hurt until it tore myself apart.

I left the room, along with everyone else, and spent a few long minutes walking without direction through the hallways, almost as if I was training for when I would inevitably become a ghost, very soon. The cure for hanahaki is reciprocated love, that's what tormented me from the beginning. I coughed up five whole tulips at once, which I kept in my pocket, and I felt my legs weaken, trembling; the rays of the setting sun that passed through the windows blinded my sensitive eyes until they watered.

I ended up going back to the club room after the end of the activity hours, in a feverish delirium. I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to spend the rest of the day blending in with the beige walls and trying to go unnoticed by my father. I just wanted to not feel this anguish inside my chest for even a second, to free myself from it. Ino would kill me if she saw me plucking the petals from her precious Edelweiss, I know: it was her proof of love for me going to waste, thanks to my restless and pale fingers, always as nervous as I was.

There was still someone in the club room. With his face leaning over the table, I realized it was Itachi, and he was coughing too. — I'm sorry, Hinata... Sasuke’s right when he says that I'm a coward. — he apologized, with a gentle smile, which tore my insides with pain. In between his fingers, white petals of a fringed orchid, Sagiso , could be seen, the same one I had found in my locker: “I will be thinking of you even in my dreams”.

#naruto #naruto fanfic #naruto shippuden #hinata hyuga #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #ino yamanaka #naruto uzumaki #fanfiction #writing #itahina #itachi uchiha

[thelevinary]

Heyoo!! I'm here with a cute little Asanoya drabble for Noya's birthday!

Thanks to my dear friend @nedryn-laughs for reminding me of this adorable pickup line for the second year in a row :P Enjoy!!

"Asahi. I'll buy your lunch for a week if you go downstairs right now and say this to Nishinoya."

Sugawara held his phone out to show him, and Asahi almost choked on the bite of food in his mouth. His face began to flush from the force of coughing and the sheer embarrassment of just the thought of walking up and saying something like that to Nishinoya.

It was common knowledge to Asahi's two closest friends (and at least half the team thanks to one of those close friends being so chatty about other people's love lives, Suga,) that he had a rather incurable crush on their team's dependable libero, and that made this little bet all the more difficult. But a challenge was a challenge, and if he shied away he'd have to deal with their teasing, anyway.

Asahi stood up, trashed the wrapper from his sandwich, and squared his shoulders with a huff. To anyone who didn't know him, the determined look on his face as he pushed open the door for the stairwell down to the second years' floor would be terrifying, but Sugawara and Daichi both knew Asahi was barely holding his composure together beneath his intimidating outward appearance.

He found Nishinoya easily enough, and great, he wasn't alone. He almost never was with how magnetic his personality was, so he guessed he couldn't blame- Focus, Azumane. You're here to do this damned dare, run away, pretend it never happened, and collect your reward of a week's worth of free lunches.

"Asahi-san! Here to wish me a happy birthday? Did you get me a present?!" Noya was practically vibrating in his seat while Tanaka and Ennoshita sat on either side of him, and they both wore curious expressions while also trying to pretend they weren't paying attention past a polite greeting and a nod in Asahi's direction.

Asahi all but choked on his own spit. "I uh, I do have something for you, yes, but it's in the clubroom, sorry. I just..." He wrung his hands nervously, glanced down at his shoes, and snapped his attention back up to Noya's face. Now or never. Just get it over with. Then you can all laugh about how ridiculous this is, and that'll be that. Easy.

"Noya, are you today's date?"

Noya blinked back at him like he was speaking a foreign language. Ennoshita snorted beside him a second later, and desperately tried to cover it up while the gears in Noya's head were still visibly turning.

Asahi's shoulders slumped. "You know...because you're uh, a ten out of ten," he mumbled, face burning like he'd fallen asleep in the sun.

Before he could suffer the inevitable ridicule from his crush and underclassman, he waved goodbye, mumbled out an apology, and barely kept himself from stumbling out of the room, up the stairs, and back to where Suga was already cackle-laughing when he saw the mortified look on Asahi's face.

"Oh my god, Daichi. He actually did it! Guess lunch is on me next week. How did it go? Asahi, breathe! You're starting to freak me out!"

Asahi crumpled into the seat beside them, and let his forehead hit the desk with a thud. Once his breathing evened out, he lifted his head just enough to explain.

"I said it and left. I couldn't just stand there and wait for it to click, Suga! It was embarrassing enough as it was!"

Meanwhile, a floor below them, Noya sat shocked in place while his friends began to lose their shit beside him. "Noya. My dude. I think Asahi just tried to hit on you. Hellooo?? Earth to Noya? I think that killed him, Ennoshita."

Noya snapped out of his daze when Tanaka began to wave his hand in front of his face, and lunged forward to try and bite it. "If you guys weren't here I would have sworn I fell asleep and that was some sorta dream." He laughed, the faintest hint of a blush on his face, and scratched the back of his neck with a smirk.

"Happy damn birthday to me, I guess."

#asanoya #haikyuu!! #Nishinoya Yuu #Azumane Asahi #part two coming maybe?? #Levi writes

[yanban-san]

i let a full, solid decade of pmd experience go out the window because of volo and how excited i was that someone was mentioning/talking about the lore nshit in game. they need to add a clown outfit to legends arceus so i can put it on and finally embrace my true title as booboo the fool hrHJDGKDSM-- im almost done the post-game thing with him and ive been putting it off bc i got attached nd just... idk i wanna sit down and talk with volo in a "i'll pick at your brain if you wanna pick at mine but hey no forreal what do you think is up with those unknown and why are they here/how'd they get here, whats your take on that" kinda way.

also i hope your headcold isn't kicking your ass too hard and that it leaves you be sooner rather than later!! ingo will make an eggmans announcement about your cold too bc these hands are rated e for everyone, germs and sicknesses included - feather anon

We already have a clown outfit and it's being worn by a lil bitch named Kamado- Oh wait no that's just his silly suit of armor!

I think it'd be great to sit down with Volo and just discuss pokemon lore for a few good hours- He honestly seems like he'd be extremely fun to just sit down and chat with about myths n' legends, maybe have a battle with, eat anything but Bitch Beni's potato mochi, and have a few good laughs and just chill out together

On the subject of Unown though I do like the one fan theory that Unown are the supposed 1000 arms of Arceus; Or at least what are essentially a medium by which Arceus's divine powers act. We saw a bit of this in the movie with Entei and the little girl and the Unown; By spelling out with the glyphs that she wanted a mama and a papa, the Unown began to create her reality.

And then in Arceus and the Jewel of Life and, if I remember correctly, in the other movies featuring the Creation Deities, their dimensions are swarming with Unown. Coincidence? I THINK NOT

And don't worry! I think it's almost run it's course, I just wish I'd stop coughing so much.

Also like the idea of Ingo just running into the middle of Jubilife to start shouting at the top of his lungs an Eggman Announcement about something he hates whenever the mood seizes him.

Ingo:

I've come to make an announcement. Kamado the Commander's a BITCH ASS motherfucker. He kicked out my fucking niece. That's right. He opened his bitch ass bearded mouth, and told my niece to leave the village. And he said the sky turning red was her fault, and I said he's disgusting So I'm making a callout here in Jubilife Square: Kamado, you got a small dick, it's the size of this oran berry except way smaller, and by the way here's what my team of Alpha Pokemon looks like. That's right baby- All Filled with Wild Might, All level 100, LOOK AT EM THEY LOOK LIKE A BUNCHA KAIJUS OVER TOKYO.

He kicked my niece outta her house so guess what, I'M KICKING HIM OUTTA HIS HOUSE. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET: MY GARCHOMP'S SUPER LASER HYPER BEAM.

*blows up Kamado's house*

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT KAMADO? YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE HYPER BEAM DRRROPLETS HIT YOUR FUCKIN OFFICE NEXT- NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I HAVE KLEAVOR CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD.

#In all honesty I imagine Ingo fucking hates Kamado for kicking the player out of the village #Ingo feels a weird sense of camaraderie with the player because ya both have amnesia sort of and you help Ingo remember the future and #you're also both good trainers #And ahdsjkhal I hate Kamado so much #Hate him #Pokemon Legends Arceus

[sunflowergirl522]

Think about this random Eddie x reader scenario: you’re reaching for something (maybe at an awkward angle) and you hear a pop in your side. Suddenly, every time you breathe deeply or cough or sneeze or laugh or literally do anything, you get a stabbing pain in your side. You go to the doctor but they can’t do anything so you just take crappy pain killers that don’t do anything but it’s all you’ve got. Then like a week later you shoulder suddenly starts hurting in the exact same way but you haven’t done anything to it. You go to A&E but they can’t do anything & it’s not your heart or lungs so no-one really cares. You go back to the doctor and they give you a referral to get an x-ray and thank fuck something is happening bc the pain is like a 9 if you move wrong! Who knows what happens next bc the x-ray appointment hasn’t happened yet & yeah Eddie is worried as hell about you bc you wince and make a noise whenever you do anything but he does find it a bit funny that you injured yourself reaching for his hand bc ‘turns out that love does actually hurt, sweetheart’ (no, this is totally not based on things that are happening to me, what are you talking about? No I did not injure my side just by reaching across the sofa for the remote! Why would you say something like that?! (The pain is so bad…just put me down like I’m a sick animal…) I just thought of this randomly bc my brain comes up with weird stuff…😂)

Eddie would be so worried immediately. Like as soon as it happens and you let the first signs of pain show he’d be up and asking what was wrong.

And maybe at first you’re just like “it’s nothing Ed’s I probably just pulled something it’s fine.” But when you continue to be in pain after finishing the movie the two of you were watching and you describe it to him Eddie forces you to go to the hospital almost carrying you out of his trailer. It breaks his heart a little bit with every wince and little mewl that would slip from between your lips whenever you moved.

When the doctors tell you the most they can do is give you pain meds since they don’t see anything majorly wrong you stick you tongue out at Eddie when their back is turned. “I told you so.” You’d tell him on the way out and he’d just shake his head in response.

“Bah what do they know. Those meds better help.”

When your shoulder starts hurting the same way a week later during the middle of the band practice you were sitting in on Eddie’s quick to end it, getting you in the van before you can even say bye to the rest of the guys. He takes you to A&E hoping they’d have something more helpful to say than the last doctor you saw and almost throws a fit when they basically blow you off because it’s just your shoulder and not an important organ or anything, and since they can’t physically see anything wrong with it.

The whole time you’re forcing a smile on your face and trying to keep him calm through humor about the situation even though the pain is actually astronomical and you’re worried about it yourself. Somehow you convince him to go back to your doctor from last time and there they give you the xray referral and you’d throw your arms up in a cheer if you could.

Once you’re back in the van you let out a little laugh at the whole situation even with the pain and Eddie shoots you a look and goes “this isn’t funny”

“Oh come on mama bear, I hurt myself twisting around to kiss you, it’s a little funny.”

“Guess love actually does hurt then Sweetheart. Now stop moving so damn much, I’m calling Steve when we get back to the trailer to tell him you won’t be making it into work for the next few days.”

(Definitely not based on stuff happening to you right now. (I hope everything works out and something shows on the xray that gives someone an idea on how to help you))

#Zoe's mailbox

[magnificenteggsfarmpeanut]

The Flamingo’s Mate

A girl reincarnated in the One piece world and navigates through a pirate world with only memories of how One piece ends. 

CW: Trauma, PTSD, Angst, Romance, Hurt/comfort, Hurt/no comfort, Death and Anger.

Ad 1. August 26th.

"Where is this?"

The voice was a dry hoarse mess of mixed emotions. With a deep husky touch to it. Skin rubbed against the soft silk surface, probably of a couch or bench. Our main character had just opened her eyes fully, still groggy from being unconscious for what her body could only describe as blanks.

It was such a cliché setup, waking up somewhere unfamiliar and having a splitting headache. On the contrary, it wasn't something she had ever experienced before in her life, so the though was odd. The girl felt something prick her hands, a tingling sensation that felt weirdly unbearable.

Discomfort.

It was neither pain nor pleasure. An odd sensation with an strange background, especially compared to where she was before. Where was she before waking up?

The area was big, a bright light shone from the top down. The warm light illuminated the girl’s face. Her skin was almost shining like the sun setting on the mountain top. Dark brown skin blessed by the God’s and kissed by the heaven’s when she was born.

"Where is..."

Taking the place in, she could notice how strange everything seemed. She blinked her eyes, seemingly unable to truly react. There was no possibility to react well to what she saw. Bright pink walls, a round pink aquarium circling the whole room, except the door, filled with colourful fishes and of course pink furniture. The aquarium was the oddest thing she saw.

In it was a small sea monkey swimming, enjoying terrorizing a smaller fish. It laughed as it smacked the fish on the head then swam closer, intimidating him. The room was noisy, not too noisy that she couldn’t hear her own thoughts.  Therefore she should hear something, a voice speaking in her head, warning her of the danger lurking in this room.

However no one was speaking to her.  

It was a cold realisation, because she was a thinker. Every time she’d sit still her mind would bother her with random facts, idtiotic idioms or just something nonsensical. Her long braids were messed up, tangled in the softness of a velvet comforter.

Small almond shaped eyes bulged out of their respective eye socket.Creeped out by the pink flowers and pink aquarium staring back at her. Her lips were dry and chapped from being unconcious.  The room was unflattering, bright and quiet. The surroundings rocked, left, right, up, and down. Everything in her head was twirling, dancing at a rhythm she couldn't match.

Still the room had left an impression on the woman. Gently she inhaled deeply, chest tightened from the air filling her lungs. Her face contorted from the sudden pain.

“Why…?” Her voice was hoarse, barely having any colour to it.

Before her eyes a huge, injured cowfish swam close to the glass.. It stopped taking its time menacingly staring at the girl laying on a bench. It flashed its enormous sharp teeth, opening and closing as if it was trying to chew her through glass.

"How long have I been here?"

She turned her head, uneasy by the animal's glare. Her skin crawled, her throat felt heavy and full but nothing would come out. She fought an urge to cough in fear this would hurt her even more. Displeased by the strange surroundings she was determined to sit back up on the chair. Mustering up all her strength she pushed herself up, breath hitching as her bones throbbed from the pain.

“Aaaahhhh~”

She wanted to close her eyes, fall back down and enjoy the soft cushions pressed against her skin. But the headache and ringing in her ears would not subside. Her body was hot as if it were set on fire by poison.

"Why is my body so weak? I am fairly certain I did not do any heavy lifting."

With her open palm she rubbed at the surface, pleased and at the same time confused on where she was. The clock in her brain ran, trying its utmost best to figure out where she precisely was. What was with this burning that made her want to take off her clothes?

Slowly she pulled at the thin fabric sticking to her body. Sweat doubled as glue. The urge grew stronger as she felt her mind calm a little. For someone who was in pain, she had enough energy to undress.

"I can't seem to remember..."

She says the words, instead of thinking. Perhaps this would help her mind work faster. It was a habit of her to vocalize anything and everything whenever alone or having lost her train of thought.

Weakly she pushed herself off the surface, only for her hands to give out. It felt like her bones were brittle, turned to dust as her muscles were stiff like a month-old breadstick. Her head rolled backwards from throbbing.

How strange was the feeling she felt.

She fell back onto the surface, hands still on the velvet surface. Eyes twitched frantically as she wheezed at the pain that followed when she tried getting up. Frowning seemed impossible just from feeling this unpleasant.

She hated having barely any energy, so much so that she forced herself to get up again. And when she fell back down on the bench she sucked on her teeth, tears burned at the back of her eyes. Her eyes grew black and her cheeks pale as snowy clouds in the blue northern sky. Through the only window glimpses of a distant vast sea, white-capped, blue sea could be seen. On which she float like a jewel, softly the long waves rocking the ship were forgotten for the more imminent feeling. A hard rush of aching stings travelled upwards, slamming into her head.

pathetic

She was someone who had no idea how to give up. It just wasn't in the strong-willed women's vocabulary. And the current situation made no sense. How would you feel in such a situation just letting the tides flow? Yes. While thinking, she continued to struggle. Attempting to sit up for the third, fourth, fifth and sixth time. The heat from her back spread over her body.

A piercing sting travelled from her heart to her hands. Wincing she fell head first on the bench, thankfully the bench was soft and thick from the softest padding made by man.

"Why is there so much pink?" She scoffed at the sight of pink walls and matching pink flowers. Judging by all the flowers and trees, this was probably hell . "It's unsightly to the eyes..."

pathetic

Ignoring much of the pain she felt. If she didn’t acknowledge what was happening to her body, then she could then sit up. An odd way of thinking, however it always worked for her. Weakness, any form of weakness made her feel pitiful. Thus making up any excuse that it wasn’t weakness made her feel better about herself. It was impossible for her to get injured. She huffed and closed her eyes again, not feeling like getting up anymore. She didn't want to acknowledge she couldn't control her body and that it wasn't her fault.

pathetic

But the woman was one stubborn human. She opened her eyes quickly, even if she could barely control her body, the desire to sit on the bench was greater than the pain. If God had come down to beat her down she would still get up and cuss God for using her like this. Her muscles ached for unknown reasons. Determined she kept trying to get up, groaning, moaning and biting her plump lips. Even if it was futile and her body had no energy. Suddenly tears fell on the soft surface.

Her body had given up first. She fell down again, bones stiff like sticks and breathing slow like a clogged chimney. She felt so small, weak and obedient, that it was loathsome. Her mind persisted, telling her to keep going; She could get up before like back in the past. Back in the past…. Back in the past? Past? What does that mean?

pathetic

#one piece doflamingo #One piece fanfic #one piece mythologies #one piece original character #One piece reincarnation #one piece black girl

[toodamnloyal]

@notabirdnotaplane Continued

Superman was by no means a vampire (*cough cough tssk tssk*), but his sensitive hearing did allow him to tell when a person was nervous or lying by way of their body’s reactions… like this person’s speeding heartbeat.

Now Superman knew his rapid heartbeat could simply be a case of awe within his presence… but given the fact that he was staring at Clark Kent… something definitely was up.

“Of course I remembered, Kent. Don’t you know you’re my third favorite employee at the Daily Planet - behind Lois and Jimmy; I’m sure you’d understand my ranking.”

He saw his doppelgänger sneeze, and he knew it was fake given the fact he heard no congestion within his lungs - still, he played along.

“Oh, it takes a lot more than a human cold to get me sick. Would you like my medical staff to check you over? It’s completely complimentary and you would be in the hands of the best of the best.”

He wrapped a firm arm around his shoulder, speaking in a more hushed voice:

“Between you and me, these people are the same guys that stitch up Batman when he gets hurt. But keep that between you and me, okay?”

Superman’s main goal with his words was to get this person away from the crowds of gathered reporters and somewhere behind closed doors, so he could ask him his questions more directly.

“Say, Kent, would you like an exclusive backstage tour? See the stuff that we’re not revealing until opening day? It’ll be my honor, and I’m sure Mrs. Lane wouldn’t mind.”

There was a beat as the fae shapeshifter desperately tried to decide if this superhero was really being friendly and making a joke at his (supposed) expense - or if he’d made some fatal mistake. “I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to Lois if I was your favorite.” He said with a grin and quick chuckle that quickly gave way to another sneeze directed into his elbow. “Well.” He sniffled in his disguise as Kent, “That’s a relief at least” then as a funny thought accured to Theo he laughed for real, “I’d hate for you to sneeze and topple over a whole building.” Color rose on his face as he laughed, genuinely amused with his own imagination of Superman sneezing and his breath freezing people and buildings, then blowing them away like something from a cartoon.

Laughter stopped though when a very firm grip wrapped around his shoulders and the man leaned down to speak in his ear. “Oh I don’t think I want to tangle with any doctors who can take on Batman.” Theo said honestly and held up a placating hand. He wasn’t comfortable borrowing someone else’s body as it was, and then being poked and prodded, especially by doctors who could subdue a man like Batman - no thank you he wanted to be as far away from that as possible. “Besides, there’s no reason to attack a head cold like it’s the flu or something.”

Not able to argue against the super strength that steered him away from the rest of the group Theo complied and tried to keep his tone even and friendly despite his growing nervousness. “Only if it’s okay with Lois, she has the story after-all.” He meekly protested and reached up to adjust the glasses on his face, they had been dislodged by his sneezes and laughter. “Really I don’t want any kind of special treatment, it’s okay.” But, Superman was leading him away and ‘Clark’ certainly couldn’t continue to protest. Theo was certain that this was what a heart attack felt like, a cold hard pit, squeezing of his chest, clammy palms. It was enough to make him almost lose his grip on his disguise.

What odd twist of luck, sneak in because he does want the VIP tour, and now that he’s got personal conversation time with Metropolis’ own Superhero - Theo felt so much dread creeping up his spine that his feathers were itching just under his skin. Every instinct telling him he was in deep, deep trouble and had made a horrible mistake.

#notabirdnotaplane