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j0elmill3r · 1 year

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isn’t it lovely?

Pairing/s: Ellie Williams x Miller!Reader, Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Tess Servopoulos x Daughter!Reader (Brief)

Request: Ellie x Miller reader ANGSTTTTT lol

Ellie finds out that the reader lied to her about what happened with the fireflies and ignores her? Just like Joel, but instead of Joel going golfing the reader does, or maybe they both I don’t know lol THANKS🫰

Summary: Ellie regrets being so cold and harsh towards you after finding out the truth about what happened at St Mary's Hospital.

CW: Angst, heart break, character death, Abby's golf skills are incredible

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Here we go, another fic were Miller reader goes golfing!

My Masterlist

You knew why Ellie wasn't talking to you - You had lied to her, betraying the trust that was crucial in your relationship; You had a feeling you deserved it, but you did what you did to protect her, to save your at the time 'best friend'.

You panted as you ran through the hospital, clutching your gun tightly as your feet smacked off of the linoleum flooring, the flashing red lights illuminating the halls of St Mary's hospital. Following the trail of bodies left by your dad, you made your way up to the room where they were operating on your best friend, deciding to take the backdoor, you nudged it open, just as your dad did at the door opposite you.

"Unhook her." Your dad demanded, aiming his gun at the surgeon in front of him. You looked over, noticing Ellie lying on the operating table, various machines beeping beside her, all sorts of wires coming in and out of her.

"No, I won't let you take her," The surgeon said to your father. No. You couldn't let this happen, you wouldn't let them take away your best friend, not today, not ever. Acting quickly, you shot the two nurses standing beside you in the chests, swiftly jumping to your feet from your crouching position. The surgeon had no time to react before you fired a shell into his head - Joel looked over at you, you couldn't tell if he was scared of you, or for you.

"Dad," Joel hugged you wordlessly, placing his chin on the crown of your head for a minute before turning to Ellie. "What do we do now?" You looked up at him, fear evident in your eyes. Joel sighed, looking at Ellie and then at you.

"We leave, go back to Jackson and stay with Tommy," You nodded, however, you couldn't ignore the feeling of guilt which bubbled in your stomach - the emotion was obviously clear on your face, since you could make out from the little light provided in the room. "We tell her that there were other's like her, okay? Now come on, we need to move. You shoot if you have to, understand?" You mulled the thought over and nodded, you hoped that you'd never crack if Ellie asked you - As bad as it sounded, some memory loss at this moment in time didn't actually sound too bad. It didn't make sense, you had come all this way for nothing - You watched your mother die for nothing, watched as Sam and Henry both died, been through the whole David situation with Ellie, had that all been in vain?

Sighing, you followed your dad - Just as you knew that you always would.

"Ellie, come on," You followed your girlfriend as she grabbed her stuff from your room, shoving it into her backpack harshly. She had found out about the hospital and what you and Joel had done. "I don't know what you want me to say, Els." She huffed, stopping shoving things into her bag as she stared you down.

"You lied to me, Y/N. You fucking lied to me," She spat. You looked away from you, unable to meet her harsh gaze, which you ultimately knew you were deserving of. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you, or your dad. I don't wanna talk to you for the time being, understood?" You nodded, tears filling your eyes as you looked away from her.

"Okay," Your voice broke as you spoke, still unable to watch as Ellie made her way out of your room. "I love you." You told her, your heart breaking as she just walked away wordlessly. You sighed in acceptance, realising that you had fucked up majorly this time. You watched through your window, making sure that Ellie got away safely.

In the days after, you noticed Ellie getting closer with her friend Dina, who you knew had recently broken up with her boyfriend, Jesse. Dina was gorgeous, and you saw the way that Ellie looked at her, she used to look at you the same way. But you and Ellie hadn't officially broken up, and you knew that Ellie wouldn't cheat on you, right? Maybe, not so right - Joel had dragged you to the small gathering in the church, which unbeknownst to him, Jesse, Ellie and Dina were attending.

"Dad, this is so stupid, I'm fine," You tried to convince him, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting as your dad chuckled.

"You haven't left the house in 4 days, you needed air and to talk to other people," Joel smiled, trying to get you to reciprocate the gesture - It however, didn't happen, since you were focused on the fact that Ellie and Dina were now locking lips - Thanks to Ellie's initiation.

So, this was why she had been ignoring you for the past 4 days. She had been planning her relationship with Dina? Your mind spiralled, had she been with Dina the whole time? Were you the other girl? Did she ever actually love you? Your stomach dropped, your heart cracking in two as the two girls pulled apart, you put your drink down on the table beside your dad, Joel looking over and realising what had upset you so much. "Baby girl." He called out for you, watching as you left the church. Ellie and Dina looked over to the doors which you stormed out of, and then looked over to Joel as he came over to them.

Joel loved Ellie as if she were one of his own - but you were his baby girl, and he couldn't stand by and let Ellie get away with hurting you like that.

"What?" Ellie asked him, her tone as if she were offended by Joel's very presence. Joel scoffed and raised his eyebrows at the girls audacity.

"Seriously? You do this to Y/N and you have the audacity to act like this? I know that you're not happy with her, but you never broke up with Y/N," Joel seethed. Dina excused herself and made her way back over to Jesse, who walked away from her - their relationship, similar to yours and Ellie's, had barely ended, and now she was here kissing Ellie. "I thought you were better than that." This time it was Ellie who scoffed, shaking her head at Joel.

"Really? That's really fucking ironic, Joel, since all you and Y/N did was lie to me for 5 years. I thought you were better than that," She spat. Joel sighed, he thought Ellie was being too harsh on you. You were still a child at the time, you just wanted to do good by your best friend and your father, you did what you did to protect Ellie just as he did - But he would take all of Ellie's anger towards you and take it himself, he would do it to see you happy with her again, but after this, he was unsure if he would be able to see you happy again. Joel shook his head and walked away from Ellie, saying goodbye to Tommy and Maria, and that you and him would see Tommy tomorrow for your patrol.

You grunted as you were thrown to the floor, your dad and uncle Tommy forced into the same position as you. The room was cold and dark, illuminated only by the soft white glow of the falling snow outside - You looked up at the girl in front of you, she couldn't have been much older than you were, but she was taller, more muscular. She looked down at you, anger in her eyes as she met yours but quickly looked away, making her way over to your dad, who sat by the window, a torniquet around his leg.

"Joel Miller," She seethed, crouching down in front of Joel.

Oh.

Oh, fuck. You knew this girl - She was in the hospital when you rescued Ellie, you heard her crying out for your father when you were clearing out the floor for supplies, which you had insisted on doing since you were the smallest and quietest, meaning you were less likely to get caught - Her dad was the surgeon you had killed. Your breathing picked up as you saw her pick up a golf club and inspect it, looking at it and then at your dad.

"Stop! I know why you're doing this," You called out, all eyes turning to you. "I killed your father in that hospital, not my dad." You told her. Joel's heart stopped - Were you trying to get yourself killed?

"Get her over here, get him down there." Abby demanded. You struggled and grunted as you were picked up by two strong men.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Joel yelled out as he was held down, watching as you were punched in the face, near enough knocking you out. Heaving, Abby turned to Joel, looking down at him with the same golf club still in your hands. "I'll kill you if you lay a fucking hand on her, you hear?!"

"You don't get to rush this, old man," She said through gritted teeth, watching as Joel struggled in vain. He watched in trepidation, his heart pounding against his chest, the dull ache in his temple becoming stronger and stronger. He watched as Abby let out a grunt, swinging the golf club down onto your head, cracking it open with a sickening thud.

"No!" Joel cried out, watching as the spray of your blood stained the window behind you and you fell to the ground, groaning quietly. "I'll fucking kill you! I promise!" Joel threatened her, watching as she continuously kicked you in the stomach, then in the head to add insult to the crack in your skull.

Ellie followed the sound of Joel's screaming and threats down the stairs, gently opening the door - Her heart stopping at the sight in front of her. You lay on the ground, your head and face in a pool of your own blood, a woman standing in front of you holding a golf club which Ellie assumed she had used to crack your skull open.

"Y/N?!" She cried out, not caring about the others in the room. Abby turned to look at Ellie, and then looked at her crew.

"Pin her down," She instructed them, turning back to you as you lay on the floor, able to make out the form of Ellie, even as she struggled, you weakly smiled, your shallow breathing being the only sign of your fading life.

"No! Y/N!" Ellie cried out for you. "Y/N, please get up!" She begged, over and over she begged for your life to be spared, just as your father did before Ellie's arrival. "Please, please don't do this." Ellie pleaded with Abby, hoping that the girl would have a last minute change of heart.

But Ellie's hopes were crushed as she watched Abby raise the golf club above her head, and strike it down onto your head, delivering a fatal blow to your skull.

"No!" Ellie and Joel cried out at the same time, both noticing your blood dripping from the golf club. Abby tossed the golf club aside with a huff, sparing a glance at your sobbing father and friend as they made threats to end her life. Tired of what she assumed to be empty threats, she had Owen knock the two out so the group could move out and head off away from the scene, leaving you on the floor to continue bleeding out.

Ellie rubbed her eyes as she lay the flowers down at your headstone, guilt flooding her as she sat down cross-legged in front of your grave. Since your small funeral, Ellie had gone to see you once every day, the first day was when she forgave you for lying to her - She now realised that you were still a kid then, just as she was, you just wanted your dads approval so did whatever he thought was best. She also apologised for the ordeal at the party, but guilt constantly gnawed at her, she hoped that you hadn't died thinking that she didn't love you - Ellie loved you so much, but she was just so angry that it blinded her.

Despite her daily visits, Ellie couldn't find the words to speak to you - She also couldn't face Joel, but no one had seen or heard from him in the days since your death, his grief had consumed him entirely. At least there was one thing that could comfort Joel, that you were back with your mom.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Five: Taking The Next Step

Summary- 4.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. It's been a long day for you and Curtis offers to have a quiet date at his house instead of going out. You welcome the chance to get to know Curtis a little bit more.

Warnings- Some adult activities. Curtis talking about personal past trauma. Curtis and Reader dealing with some toxic eating habits and destructive talk.

A/N- Thank you so much to everyone reading, sharing, and commenting. Hearing what you all think really makes my entire day. This is such a personal project for me now that whenever anyone tells me that they relate to something in it or that you enjoy a particular part of their story, I take it to heart. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to beta this for me, you are always willing to tackle whatever I send you with enthusiasm and if I could give you all the biscuits ever, I would. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter 4 / Masterlist

“So when are we gonna meet this girl of yours, Curtis?” Edgar poked at Curtis early in the morning when he was clocking in. Curtis wasn’t a morning person, so he just glared at Edgar while stamping his time card and handing it back to Tanya, who decided to join in Edgar’s questioning with her own.

“I have to agree with Edgar, Curtis, when are you gonna bring her around? We all want to get to know her. She is Timmy’s teacher, you know. I met her a few times and she is really nice.”

This caught Edgar’s attention, having him leaning against the front counter looking to dig out more information. “What can you tell us about her? Spill the beans, Tanya!.”

Curtis was shrugging into his work jacket, listening to the two of them talk about you. Of course, he would have nothing but the best to say, he was a man smitten with you in such a short time. But he wasn’t going to gossip about you to these two. Tanya leaned forward conspiratorially with Edgar, sharing what she knew. Which was not a whole hell of a lot except that you had moved from somewhere east and that Timmy absolutely loved you.

Once Curtis got the last layer of clothing on to battle the early October chill, he picked up the invoices and maintenance requests needed for the freight trains coming in that day and grabbed Edgar by the collar of his jacket, dragging him out with him. “Fucking hell you two, can’t give me a moment's peace. At this rate, I’m never gonna bring Y/N around.” He muttered as Tanya waved goodbye at the two of them leaving her office and Edgar protested the whole way out the door.

When the mid-morning break came, Curtis wandered back to his truck to take a breather and to have privacy to check his phone after getting ganged up on by Tanya and Edgar. He settled into the seat of his truck and got comfortable before taking out his phone and checking his messages to see that you had left him a couple.

I hope your day is going better than mine. If it could go wrong in this place, it did.

Kind of just want to crash on the couch tonight.

He thought about it for a moment. So far the two of you have just crashed at your place. But never at his. It was perhaps time that he brought you to his house, let you completely relax while he took care of you, like you insisted on after he had a long day. Checking the time, he knew you were probably taking your own break, meaning he could take the chance to call you.

It wasn’t long till you answered, but even your tone sounded drained today. “Oh, I’m so glad you called Curtis. I’m sure you saw my messages. I shouldn’t have bombed your phone with all that whining.”

Curtis waited till you took a pause before he responded. “Y/N, Honey.” He soothed, trying to calm you down as you sounded so worried about bothering him with your texts. “I wanna know how your day is going, good or bad. Actually, I was thinking tonight, how about you come over to my place? I will cook you dinner and we can do just what you wanted, crash on the couch and watch some trash tv.”

“Curtis… actually that sounds perfect tonight. I would love that. A lot. You don’t have to worry about picking me up, I can drive over myself.”

“Okay, I’m getting done at my usual time so just come over whenever you're ready.”

“Thanks, Curtis, I gotta go.” You sighed into the phone, but now you sounded relieved. “See you tonight.”

“It’s a date, Honey.” He said softly and once the line clicked he started thinking about what he actually could put together for a meal.

On your way home, you made a pit stop at your apartment to change from your work clothes. A quick browse through your wardrobe left you in a heated debate with yourself. You really just wanted to wear a pair of leggings and sweater combo, no makeup, your hair in a messy bun.

But men don't want to see that, your last boyfriend was sure to remind you of that whenever you did dress in such a manner, said it was sloppy, like on top of your other issues you really must not care what people thought of you.

So that meant you had to dress up again. You didn't want Curtis thinking you didn't care. You tossed aside your favorite leggings for something more dressed up, a skirt and button up blouse, light makeup, and did your hair once more. Making sure to pause in front of the mirror, just to double check that you looked good enough to leave the apartment, you headed out.

Curtis had sent you his address earlier and you were thoroughly curious as to where he lived having never seen it. All you knew was that he had an actual house and not an apartment like you did. Pulling onto a side street a few miles out of the city, you bypassed family homes with fenced in yards and attached garages. Your GPS started to announce that you were getting closer and then you pulled up to a driveway with an all familiar truck sitting in front of an attached garage. The yard was carefully taken care of, although the gardens surrounding the house were overrun with weeds and the building needed a paint job, but overall it looked nice. Parking next to the truck, the porch's screen door swung open and Curtis poked his head out. “Hey, I was hoping you would find it just fine.”

Coming up the porch steps, you carried a six pack of beer with you and held it up. “Easy with the GPS and this time, I come bearing gifts.”

Curtis took the six pack from you and leaned in to give you a quick teasing kiss. “Well, that is the admission to come inside, although you were gonna get a free pass.” He held the door open for you and once you walked through, he went into the kitchen to set the beer down before coming back out to the entranceway while you hung up your coat. “Would you like the tour or let you fend for yourself? I can't be out of the kitchen too long though, I got some stuff ready to go into the oven once it heats up.”

“We will make it quick.” You looped your arm through his while he started to show you around. The living room was furnished for comfort, although the furniture looked a decade old, it was all clean and in good shape, a decent sized tv and rows of built in bookshelves lined the walls. You paused at them while you two walked. “Wow, did the house come with this feature?”

“Actually my grandfather built it for my grandmother. She loved to read and when they were building, she didn’t want big bulky shelves taking up space, so he put them in.” Curtis looked fondly at the stacks of books, a bit dusty but obvious they had been here for many years. You even caught a section of harlequin romance novels that you pulled out, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“You read these too, Curtis?”

“Sure I have. I mean they are not my first choice but some of them are not too bad.” He winked. “I’m really not that particular in what I read as long as it gets my attention.”

You chuckled softly while sliding it back into place. “That is really all that counts. I actually love them. They give that bit of perfect romance that isn’t always easy to find.” Your gaze falling to a variety of titles, you could have spent the rest of the evening browsing the shelves. “Now I wish I brought my reading glasses.”

“Ahh, next time, Honey. If you see any you wanna take home, feel free.”

You two headed out of the room and down a hallway lined with what looked like family photos. “Okay hold on, who are these people?”

You were inspecting some closer when Curtis came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, looking at the scattering of memories himself. “Hmm, well that little tyke is me, with my older brother and parents. Then this couple down further is my grandparents. They actually raised me, my grandfather's name was Wilford and my gram was Lillian.”

You studied them, happy smiling faces stared back at you. Although you could easily see where Curtis got his icy blue eyes and stern features as photos of his grandfather stared back. Lillian on the other hand was bright and warm, you could tell that she was the kind of woman who would welcome you into her home without hesitation. The other scattered photos showed some of Curtis and Wilford working on a truck engine, some that looked like a train yard similar to where Curtis worked now, running heavy equipment, grade school pictures of Curtis through the years, and a few with a girl that grew through the pictures, the more recent ones showing her as a grown woman with a baby of her own. “Then that is my cousin Ella and her daughter Sophia.”

You grinned as you admired the cute baby with her chubby cheeks, head full of thick dark hair and brown eyes. “She is cute.” You said before you went back to his childhood ones, noticing they seemed to be all with his grandparents but hardly any of his parents or brother short of the family photo where Curtis was nothing more than just out of his toddler years. “They raised you…” You said softly before tilting your head to look at him questioning. “What happened to your folks?”

Curtis hummed a bit, tightening his hold and pulling you back into his chest more to keep you in an enclosed circle of his arms like he was hesitant to let go. “An accident in the middle of winter. A car slid into our lane and made my father lose control. There was just no stopping it, we ended up going off the road and over an embankment. I actually don’t remember much of it anymore. But I was the only one to make it.”

You felt your throat catch hearing this. You couldn't help the tears that welled up in your eyes at the thought of losing his whole family in one tragic accident at such a young age. Curtis didn’t get to have his parents or brother for long, won’t have memories with them. You sniffled and he turned you around to face him. “Hey Pretty Girl, it was all so long ago.” He cupped your face and wiped his thumb pad over your cheeks to wipe them away.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, I just can’t imagine what that must have been like.”

Curtis’s features softened hearing you. “I got lucky, my grandparents are really the only ones at this point I even remember, and my cousin lived just down the street, she became more like a sister since she was over here all the time because her parents worked. Maybe it is better that way, you know? I, of course, love my parents and Tyler… but now they are stories that I can tell my own kids one day. So are they really gone?”

You gave a sob of a laugh, wiping at your eyes and peering up at him from under teardrop lashes. Curtis was caught in how they seemed to make your eyes brighter. “I guess when you look at it like that, it is tragically okay.”

“Actually I got something that you might like to see and won't make you cry.” Curtis led you away from the hallway, pointing out two small guest bedrooms that he had turned into storage, the bathroom and then the stairs leading up to another guest room and master bedroom. Getting to the other end of the house, he flicked on a back porch light and opened the door to step out in the rapidly approaching evening. He had a large backyard that looked to have been recently trimmed. A firepit wasn't far from the house and you could tell that it was frequently used. A couple of broken down cars that looked to be in various stages of repair were near the back of the garage and then in the treeline, there was a large old tree with a rundown treehouse.

“Okay, that is cool. You have a freaken tree house?” You said excitedly while stepping off the porch to get a closer look. “I always wanted one, but none of our trees could support one.”

“It's too unstable now to really go up in it, but I thought you would like it.” Curtis paused right underneath it. “Grandpa built it for me, I even got to help pound in the nails. I would love to fix it up one day. The tree is still alive and strong so it would easily hold.”

You grabbed a hold of the ladder still attached to the tree and lifted yourself on it enough to look up, trying to look through the opening. “I can only imagine what you and your friends did up there.” You teased and Curtis tilted his head to look up at the same spot you were, reminiscing.

“Hmm, we looked through stolen nudie magazines and smoked cigarettes we stole.” You gasped at his confession and he winked, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you down.

“Oh Curtis, that's bad. You get caught?”

“Sure I did, smacked upside the head and asked what the hell was I thinking.” He continued laughing at the memory. “Grounded for a while, Grandad brought me with him to help out at the train yard to keep me out of trouble.”

You shivered a bit and he placed a hand on your back. “How about we go inside so I can finish dinner. I hope you don't mind baked ziti?”

“Not at all, in fact, sounds like my kinda meal on a night like tonight.” You assured him as the two of you went back inside. Once in the kitchen, Curtis insisted you sit at the counter bar while he finished up. He kept it simple, but that was just fine with you. The two of you joked the whole time, praising his cooking skills and getting the pleasure of seeing him be the flustered one for once.

“It’s nothing special.” He rolled his eyes at you as he stabbed a fork in it, leaning over the counter so you could taste it. You made a big show of it, moaning out how good it was while Curtis spread cheese all over the top of it and slid the pan into the oven. That sound alone made the back of his neck a bright red. The look paired well with the gray sweatpants he was wearing and the almost too tight tank that stretched over his chest, along with a silver chain that you had only glimpsed a couple of times but never got a closer look at until now that it was dangling so freely in what you had deemed his comfy clothes. You had seen him relaxed before whenever you two had chosen to keep date night at your apartment, but here, Curtis was in his element at his own home.

While the ziti was baking, he whipped out a loaf of french bread and started to slice it. “How many do you want?” He hummed out and you wrinkled your nose with a sigh.

“Ahh, it's bread. I probably shouldn't have much.” Which made him pause slicing and set the knife aside. When he studied you, a brow arched curiously and his lips thinned as if he was holding something back.

“Why can't you have any if you want some?”

You unleashed excuses, but all Curtis heard was how you dragged yourself down. Each one deepened the lines in his forehead as you used words like, ‘Need to start taking better care of myself.’ or ‘I’m too chunky for eating bread.’ Then the one that really upset him was ‘My ex was right, bread is too fattening for someone like me.’

Hearing that one made him go around the counter to your side. “Y/N, look at me.” The rumble of his tone made your jaw shut and cut off your nervous chatter. “What do you mean with ‘someone like me?”

You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes to lighten the mood a bit. “You know Curtis, I’m not exactly a top model, I need to slim down a bit.”

His jaw clenched. “You don’t have to do anything Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you.” You looked away on instinct and Curtis reached out to gently grasp your chin and look at him. “I can tell you are not used to it, but Honey unless its a doctor telling you otherwise, no one, not me, not your friends, your family can tell you what you can and can not have. Your ex was a fucking asshole saying that shit. If you want garlic bread, please let me make you some. I want to do that for you.”

You didn't even know what to say, surprised at his reaction. You were so used to people agreeing, telling you that you had a pretty face and if you just lost a little weight you would be attractive. Here Curtis was basically telling you that you didn't have to make yourself less for him, that there was nothing wrong with you. You were unsure of how to respond, so you softly said “Okay.”

Curtis tilted his head in closer, blue eyes studying yours. “Do you want some?”

A moment's pause felt like an eternity and you sensed that he wasn't going to just let it go. “Yes, please.”

That earned you a smile and he pressed a kiss to your lips before going back around to finish what he started. “Happy to, Honey.” The unease washed from you in that kiss, a spark traveling from the cupid bow of your lips down to the tip of your toes.

Maybe you could get used to this.

Dinner ended up with you two sitting close together, back to the easy conversation, and once in a while sharing bites from each other's plates. It was hard not to monitor yourself like you normally did, every time you seemed to start picking at your food Curtis would brush his leg against yours or inquire you into a conversation that had you paying more attention to the discussion than how many bites have you taken, or chews did you take between bites, sips of water to try to make yourself fuller.

You were able to enjoy your food without guilt.

There was a mishap though, a rather saucy forkful fell down the front of your blouse, making you try to wipe it out as quickly as possible. Even Curtis went to wet a napkin and tried to help, but it was a lost cause.

“Listen, how about you just use one of my shirts? I can throw yours in the wash. While it's washing we can watch that movie? You can get changed in my room.” He offered.

You looked down at your blouse, streaked red and wet, it was sticking to the front of your chest and you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to chill for the rest of the evening with sauce all down the front of you. “If you have something I can use?”

“Sure I do Honey, majority of my clothes are made to be comfortable.” Curtis assured you while he took your hand to take you back upstairs to his bedroom. You sat on the edge of his bed while he started to go through his dresser till he pulled out a hoodie that looked like it was a size too big for you, you could have literally squealed when he handed it to you. “You want some comfy pants too? I got pajama bottoms you can crash in, they are those stretchy ones, I hate those ones that just have no give to them.”

You nodded a yes and were quickly handed a pair of flannel red checkered bottoms.

“Thanks, Curtis, I will be out in a minute.”

“Sure, the washer is in the bathroom downstairs, just go ahead and throw them in when you come out.”

Once he left, you let out an excited little squeal. You got to wear your possible boyfriend's clothes, which never happened before. You chided yourself for the ridiculousness of your excitement while you changed into the hoodie and bottoms. You did have to roll the bottoms up because they were just a bit too long as well as the sleeves of his hoodie, but you were thankful for once you were a klutz. Gathering the clothes you changed out of, you went to put them into the washer and hit start.

Curtis had grabbed a couple of beers while waiting for you, already stretched out on the couch, waiting for you to join him. When you wandered in and he caught sight of you in his shirt. Oh it stirred a rather possessive feeling in his gut. You were so comfortable in his clothes and he felt so damn turned on seeing you wrapped up in his stuff. His girl… Ooh he had it bad. You struggled to keep your sleeves up as you fell onto the couch next to him, buried yourself into his shirt and another wave of pleased possessiveness passed through him.

“What did you have in mind?” You cuddled in close while asking about the movie and he let the remote go ignored for now.

“I really want to kiss you.” Curtis found himself confessing, which made you turn up to look at him in surprise.

“Well… I think… you should.” Your fingers started twisting in the fabric of his hoodie and you just looked like you were made to be there, curled up next to him. Curtis shifted a bit closer and cupped your face to feel you melt into his touch looking at him with wide-eyed innocence. Your lips were an invitation of softness that parted the closer he came. How Curtis longed to pluck soft moans from them.

This time was different, it wasn't doorstep hungry kisses of want, now you two were private and wouldn't feel the pressure of being caught. He hovered closer, gentle brushes of his nose bumped yours before his lips pressed to yours, the tip of his tongue trailing the petal softness of your bottom lip til you encouraged him for more.

Just feeling you filled Curtis with an urgency for you, to feel you press into him and grasp hold of his back, to chase your rhythm at all your pulse points and to hear you whimper for more, more, more. His hand fell to your hip, squeezing out that urgency of feeling you in his grasp and you let him pull you into him, your hands bracing against his shoulders and breaking away to move into his lap, swinging a leg over his till you settled onto hard spread thighs while you returned to the heated warmth of swollen lips filling you with hungry moans.

If you had any thoughts, you would have worried, fretted about sitting like this on his lap. But he didn't allow for those thoughts to form, his kisses keeping you distracted, attempting to keep up with him.

His hands fell to the curve of your ass, grasps firmly holding on and squeezing while arching you into his center and pressing yourself to brace against his chest while your hand cupped the back of his neck and brushed through the short buzzed hair at the back of his head. Your touch fell down to his shoulders to dig in, arch yourself up into him again and fall back down, the rhythm of the movements giving satisfaction to the ache starting in your lower belly, clenching for more. With every downward push, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, sure to rub your aching core right against him, every bump against your throbbing clit making you gasp against him, clutching to him to let the satisfying spark feed that hunger.

Curtis’s groans vibrated through you, building in urgency till he muttered “Fuck” against your lips and with a surge of power you never experienced in your lovers, he had you two flipped so that you were laid against the couch and he hovered over you, his hand traveling up your body to cup a breast through the hoodie and squeeze enough to make you arch your back off the couch for more, digging your nails through the thin fabric of his tank and pulling him back down onto you. His hips dropped in between your thighs, rocking into you as your kisses turned messy. “Driving me fucking crazy Honey, you’re all I think about at night when I’m trying to sleep.”

You whimpered for this confession, gasping when he ground himself into you. “Curtis don’t stop.” Pleading for more, you tightened your thighs against him and rocked to meet him, the building heat and churning was making you quiver. A sharp nip of teeth on your bottom lip made you match him, pressing your tongue to lap against his and drown out his groaning noise. A feral desire made him surround you, pressing you into the couch cushions as a hand held your waist to keep you in place, the other braced up by your head, holding him off you enough so that he wasn't crushing you, but there was no space between you, just as you craved him, he craved you.

It was almost overwhelming, and another grind of his hard on against your wet core made you cry out his name while you came, a flood of relief crashing as you tensed and broke under him. You gasped against him as you curled in close, your legs tightening around his waist while you two kept rocking together. “Fuck… Shit Honey, I'm gonna…” He growled out, under your hands on his back you felt the ripple of muscles lead up to his tensing shoulders, his body going stiff and then you saw the release on his face. He just let go and you couldn't help but loosen your hold on his back to cup his face in your hands, pressing kisses to his ruddy cheeks, let your forehead press against his as he panted with screwed shut eyes, letting the sensation simmer back to a manageable pleasure. When his eyes opened, they softened when he found your stare. “Hey, Pretty Girl…”

The entire moment suddenly caught up with you, emotionally it hit you harder than you expected and Curtis so casually dropping ‘pretty girl’ on you made your insides twist and you couldn’t stop your reaction. The tears brimmed your eyes and worry made Curtis start stammering when he saw them roll down your cheeks.

“Fuck, Y/N did I hurt you?” He pulled away from you and you couldn't stop the sob that escaped yourself for reacting like this.

You just broke into tears and Curtis didn't know why. He was cursing himself mentally for being too rough and getting carried away. His hands collected you to pull you into his lap where you sunk into his chest and hid against his shoulder while your crying started to cease. “Honey, please tell me what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away like that.” He couldn't believe he flipped you to the couch and rutted against you like some horny teenager, he was better than that and you deserved to be treated better. You started sniffling as he rubbed at your back and you lifted yourself up, wiping at your face with the oversized sleeve.

“You didn't hurt me, It was good, really good… I just got caught up in the moment and… It’s been a long time since I have felt that good.“ You were shaking your head at yourself and tilted your head close and pressed your lips to his, assuring him that you were indeed okay.

“Are you sure?” Curtis ran his hands up and down your back slowly, calming after the moment you two shared. “Because all you gotta do is tell me to cut it out and I will.”

“Promise.” You nudge your nose against his. “In fact, I'm now a bigger fan than I was before for these gray sweatpants you're wearing.” You giggled and hugged around his neck and he returned the gesture, pressing his face into your shoulder and sighing in relief.

“I didn’t know you were all that much of a fan of them to begin with.” He shrugged in confession and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“All women love a man in gray sweats, I promise you.” You go to move up off him and he tugged you back into him, growling a bit.

“Where are you going? We still have a movie to watch.” Pulling your legs up so that you were sitting sideways in his lap and pulling the blanket off the back of the couch.

“Curtis, I can't stay in your lap like this, your legs are gonna get sore.”

He handed you the remote and settled back into the couch. “I get to make that call Honey if it's too much.”

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ellethespaceunicorn · 11 months

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Scrapbook: Chapter 1

Title: And Now My Bedsheets Smell Like You

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Word Count: ~2.2K

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples).

Chapter Summary: How Mikey and Daisy met.

Warnings: dry-humping, a very drunk secondary character, sexting

A/N: I owe Mikey after what happened in Make That Kitty Purr, so this is part of my amends. I know Mike is perpetually in his early 20s, but let’s take a leap of faith here, people! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t try and introduce you to Derrick’s roommate,” Jasmine says, checking her lipgloss in the mirror.

“Jas, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But Derrick is terrible and any friend of his is probably equally as terrible,” Daisy starts twirling her braids around her fingers, her 5’3 frame leaning back against the sink, “So, thanks. But no thanks.”

“He’s literally out there right now waiting to meet you, Daisy.” Jasmine pleads, in the way a horny friend does.

“Fine. I’ll take him off your hands, but you owe me.” Daisy relents and allows Jasmine to lead her back into the party.

Walking back into the large crowd, Daisy regrets coming. A bunch of college kids, drunk and/or high, grinding on each other and shouting over the music to try and have a conversation. This wasn’t her speed, but she refused to have Jasmine here by herself. And if she was honest with herself, she also needed a break from reality.

“Jas! Over here!” Derrick’s booming voice travels over the crowd and Jasmine pulls her best friend over in that direction.

“Look, Mike. Her roommate is super cute, just entertain her so Jasmine and I can have some ‘quality time’.” Derrick proceeds to make a gesture with his hips that makes him wanna slap his friend.

“Fine, but please don’t ever do that again or you’ll never get laid.” Mike pats Derrick on the shoulder and takes a sip of beer looking off into the crowd before Derrick is getting his attention again.

Jasmine is now in front of Derrick, gesturing to Daisy and then to Mike. “Hi, Mike! This is Daisy. Daisy, meet Mike.” No sooner did she introduce them, were she and Derrick playing tonsil hockey.

“Seriously, guys?” Daisy steps closer to Mike and pulls him away from the two lip lockers.

“Easy, Sweetcheeks. You’re gonna pull my arm off.” Mike complains as he’s dragged to another room of the party away from the dull roar of the stereo.

“Sweetcheeks?” Daisy smiles from ear to ear, stopping in her tracks to swing back around to look at Mike. The smile makes her dimples show up and Mike smiles back.

“Look at that! Forget me calling you Sweetcheeks, you’re ‘Dimples’ from now on.” Mike blurts, his smile taking up half his face.

“Dimples, huh? I’ll only let you call me that if you can find a quiet place in here,” Mike notices Daisy isn’t enjoying the party atmosphere and nods.

“Yeah, of course,” He grabs her hand and leads her in the opposite direction to the stairs, “Follow me, Dimples.”

Daisy follows Mike up the stairs and down a hallway before being ushered into a room. A bedroom.

“Wait, Mike, if you think–” Daisy starts, but Mike cuts her off.

“Trust me, Dimples. I won’t try anything,” He crosses his heart, “Unless you want me to, that is.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he pulls a laugh from her.

“I mean, you are kinda cute. Maybe I wouldn’t get bored if you kept trying.” She winks at him and goes to sit at his computer desk.

Taking off his hoodie, he hangs it on the back of his bedroom door before sitting on his bed. “So, if you’re not really into parties, what are you doing at this one?” When Daisy whips her head around, he follows up with, “Not that I’m complaining! Just seems odd.”

“Jasmine is really pushy. And since she’s my roommate, she has the ability to bug me nonstop. Plus, she wanted to see Derrick and wouldn’t shut up about it. Plus, I feel like I’m not exactly having the ‘college experience’.” Daisy rolls her eyes and busies herself with spinning in the desk chair.

“There are tons of ‘college experiences’, ya know? Going to class hungover, finding out your limit for sleep deprivation, making out with someone you barely know at a party.” He reaches over and stops Daisy in the spinning chair before pulling her over to him.

Daisy reaches up to Mike’s shoulder to steady herself. “Ok, I’m a little dizzy but I’m sure I heard you say something about making out, right?”

“That was only to get your attention and see if you were listening to me,” Mike pokes at Daisy’s dimple and chuckles to himself when she bats his hand away, “Unless you’re interested, that is.” He bites his lip and hopes for the best.

“Maybe. I kinda like it when guys take charge. The whole pick me up and put me on the nearest surface thing is very hot. Hint hint.” Daisy winks at him and Mike’s demeanor changes in an instant.

He stands up to pick up Daisy and places her on his desk. “How’s that, Dimples?”

Daisy reaches up and tangles her fingers in Mike’s hair, pulling him down to crash their lips together. Surprised by the softness of his lips, she moans into his mouth. Taking the lead, he slides his tongue between her lips. He groans into the kiss and moves to mouth his way down her neck to suck a hickey into it.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Mike picks her back up and she does as she’s told. Latching back onto her neck, he turns around and lays them down on his bed. Leaning up on one hand, he cradles her face in the other after moving one of her braids out of her face. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s more than okay.” She pants, reaching down to grab his ass.

He growls, grinding into her and locking their lips together again. He can feel the heat coming off of her core beneath her skirt and whimpers into her mouth before he can stop himself. Resting on one forearm, he snakes a hand to her boobs. When she writhes beneath him and wraps a leg around his, he massages her breasts before using a thumb to tease her nipple through her shirt.

Pulling back from their kiss, Daisy pipes up. “Mike, as much as I love my tits played with, I kinda would love it if you moved your hand a little down south?”

Mike smiles and moves his hand to her tummy before tickling her until she is laughing uncontrollably and begging him to stop.

“What was that for?” She asks, catching her breath.

“As much as I wanna put my hands everywhere on your body, I’d much rather do that after we have our first actual date?” He does that cute little lip bite again.

“Mike, are you asking me out?” Daisy leans in to nibble at Mike’s neck.

“Dimples, you are making it hard to stay focused right now. I’m trying to…ask you out…while I still have…higher brain function.”

“I’d love to go out with you, Mike, but I have one condition.” Daisy sits up and dons a serious expression.

“Anything, just ask me and I’ll do it.” Mike runs a hand through his hair and not so subtly adjusts himself.

“Promise that we never have to go on a double date with Jas and Derrick. I don’t think I can handle their inevitable public breakup.”

Now it was Mike’s turn to laugh out loud. “Trust me, Dimples. I guarantee that we will never be available for a double date with those two. That sounds absolutely terrible and I plan on our dates being phenomenal.”

“Phenomenal, huh? That’s a tall order, Mikey.”

“Luckily, I’m tall,” He moves off the bed and stands to his full height, towering over Daisy, “And just so you know, I kinda like you so I kinda wanna impress you. Did I just say the quiet part out loud?” Scratching the back of his neck, he laughs nervously.

“It should be illegal for you to be this cute, Mikey,” She stands up on his bed and wraps her arms around his neck, “I kinda like you too, by the way.” She slots their mouths together with a smile on her face.

Picking her up and setting her down on the ground, Mike continues the kiss until there is a knock at the door. He goes to open the door to Derrick who looks both tired and excited somehow.

“Hey, man. You doing alright?” Mike probes as Derrick holds up a finger and rushes to the wastebasket next to his bed. “Well, that answers that question.”

“I should probably go and let you take care of…all that.”

“Yea, probably. But, he’ll be fine for a minute or two, come on.” Grabbing her hand, he retrieves his hoodie and steps out of the room just as Derrick retches loudly. “Here, take my phone and put your number in and I’ll put my number in yours.”

They exchange phone numbers and give each other back their phones. “Oh shit, Jas texted me earlier saying she left after a fight with Derrick.”

“I’ll walk you home, Dimples. I mean, if that’s ok?” Mike holds out his hand, which she takes with a smile.

“That sounds great, Mikey.” She stands up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

Mike and Daisy walk down the block to her dorm. He eventually wraps her up in his hoodie when she shivers just once. She decides she definitely likes him at that point. As they come up to the front of the dorm, some girls are outside. She spots Jasmine in the middle of the group, no doubt badmouthing Derrick and looking to be comforted.

“Something tells me the last thing that group wants to see is a man, so I’m gonna say goodbye here if that’s cool?” The look of fear on his face makes her wanna kiss it away.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Text me tomorrow?” She begins to take off his hoodie, but he stops her.

“I’ll text you tomorrow. And hold onto the hoodie,” At her confused expression, he continues, “Give it back to me on our date, Dimples.”

Her smile brings forth her dimples again and he is smitten. She pulls him down to give him a quick kiss then ends up being a bit steamier than either of them planned. Pulling back, she ruffles his hair and ushers him back down the street before the girls can see him.

Waving goodbye, he walks backward and watches her until she is out of sight.

He makes it back to his dorm. The last of the stragglers either fell asleep in the various living areas or left. Heading back up to his room, he finds Derrick sprawled across his bed having stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt.

Mike settles into his bed, pulling out his phone to text Daisy.

M: Is Jasmine still pissed at all men on the planet?

D: Probably? I came up to our room to get away from all that negativity.

M: So you’re in your bedroom…alone?

D: Yup. All alone and in sexy jammies too.

M: The urge to ask you for a pic is overwhelming.

D: Good thing you’re not asking.

D: [image sent]

M: IS THIS THE REWARD FOR NOT ASKING?

D: It’s your reward for being a good boy, Mikey. Plus it’s just me in my nightgown.

M: Yeah, but it’s a tight nightgown and you’re curvy and your nipples are poking through and I’m salivating…

D: You really like boobs, don’t you?

M: Yes.

M: Especially yours. You’re very responsive.

D: Sensitive nipples, Mikey. Just say it.

M: Fine. I like the idea that your nipples are sensitive because all I wanted to do was suck on them so I could hear your sweet little moans.

D: Fuck!

M: Just remember that when you wanna try and tease me again, Dimples.

D: So I shouldn’t mention how I’m gonna give you the most enthusiastic head the next time we hang out?

M: Fuck.

M: Ok, truce? We’re just gonna go back and forth here and I’m only so strong.

M: Having you underneath me was just too good.

D: I liked being underneath you, having you grinding into me.

M: Dimples, you’re killing me.

D: Sorry!

D: I just feel comfortable talking to you, like I can tell you all my dirty sexy secrets, and instead of judging me you’d just experiment with me.

M: Of course, I would experiment with you. I feel like I created you in a lab. You honestly can’t be this perfect.

D: Did you just reference Weird Science? That’s the sweetest nerdiest thing ever.

M: I am so turned on by you. Honestly, my dick cannot get any harder than it is right now.

D: The idea of your dick pressed up against me is back on my mind again, Mikey.

M: Would love to have you on top next time.

D: I love being on top!

M: God, you’re perfect. I can’t wait to take you out on a date and then throw you over my shoulder and bring you back to my room and have my way with you.

D: You know the way to my heart. And I’m getting tired.

M: Alright, let’s go to sleep. Dream of me?

D: As if I could do anything else. Night, Mikey.

M: Night, Dimples.

Chapter 2

A/N: The song for this chapter is Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Yes, this will be my third ongoing series. Yes, I made the story art before I realized I would break this up into chapters. But, like, it’s Mikey with a family!! I couldn’t say no to him.

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thewritersaddictions · 2 years

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Steve Harrington: That Funny Guy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Shy!Reader, cockiness, bad-boy stereotype, touchy-feely vibes, high school, 18+, fluff, assault, degrading words from a douchebag.

Summary: Everyone told you to stay away from the infamous Steve Harrington, but it's not like you wanted his attention anyways.

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There was no way that Steve Harrington was truly as bad as everyone had claimed him to be to me. A star light of the small town we lived in. Hawkins had told the story of the manwhore that Steve Harrington was. Told the town of how he was a creep to all the girls except of course the nerdys girls. The cheater of Hawkins I think was a title I had heard going around the small town.

Yet when I looked at him he was nothing but sweet, doe eyes looking back me and there wasn’t malice behind them like everyone had said. That was until I got to see closer behind those closed doors that Steve keeps locked up so tight. It was a party that had let me into the inner circle. It wasn’t malice but a different side of Steve, I think I was bound to find.

Steve from what I knew always threw parties so getting an invite wasn’t something to take lightly. He had walked up to me one day, I was walking with Robin to my car. He stopped us, sprinting towards us, hair flowing, and that cheeky smile that gave life to his face. His hand catching me on my arm, he was so quick to spin me around. He had my full attention and he knew it. You see I’d never really had a conversation with Steve, my parents from the moment we moved to the small town had told me to stay away from the Harrington family. I hadn’t pushed on why, but the stories continued to grow the longer I stayed around.

“Hello ladies,” He said his hand was still wrapped around my arm. His touch was like a zap from a taser, the sad thing was I didn’t mind the feeling it was leaving behind. “We have names ya know.” I heard Robin quickly say, before Steve could even make piece and leave us. “Yeah, so I’m throwing a party this weekend, my parents are out of town. Why don’t you two ladies come” He said.

I felt Robins eyes boring into my back but so were Steves.

“I’d hate for you to miss it.” Steve said winking at me. “Yeah, we’ll come see what you have to offer.” I answered and then twisted out of his grip. Before walking away from him, I could only imagine leaving that boy in a state of utter confusion. “I wonder if that shit works with all the girls?” Robin asked we climbed into our seats. I laughed and watched the review mirror as Steve stood there looking dumbfounded as ever. Maybe even for the first time in his life.

It was the weekend quicker then I thought, as I got dressed for this damn party at Steves. I’d taken the rest of the week to really figure out if I wanted to go or not. And honestly it wasn’t that hard of a choice. “No” But you see Robin had a different plan in mind, she’d gone through her closet. Throwing dresses, and sweet outfits together as I watched her. “You honestly are thinking of going aren’t you?” I questioned her as I sat on her bed. She turned around and gave me a look like I was the stupidest person on the planet.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you’ve heard about Steve, but he throws banger parties at his house. Of course I wanna go, hey maybe you can even meet someone to hook up with.” Robin said wiggling her eyebrows at me. I tired to conceal my laugh as I shook my head in amusement. I didn’t wanna hook up with anyone, I just wanted to learn more about the parties host.

Okay maybe I want… I wanted to long ago to hook up with Steve but that had been trampled when I started to heard about all the bullshit that people were talking when it came to Steve.

Steve harrington was the man of the man at our high school. With chicks dragging behind him, but there was something behind all his big poofy hair, the girls that stayed attached to him like glue, the smart ass comements, and the smirks he threw out.

Robin shoved a dresses into my chest. I gave her the most dramatic look I could muster. I held the dress up to my frame. “Fine I’ll wear this but don’t expect me to actually like it.” I said mustering up all the confidence. I slipped into the tiny, dark red fabric. It was stuck to my skin, like saran wrap to tupper ware containers. I came out from behind the bathroom door. Trying my hardest to smooth down the fabric, trying to even pull it down further down my legs to leave me what I felt was less exposed, but when Robin turned her head to look over at me. Her eyes grew in excitement and she rushed over to me.

“Girl you look amazing, and stop fidgeting.” Robin said guiding us over to her standing mirror. I looked at the both us. Her reflection was pure delight. A bright smile, and a set of heavy makeup surrounded her eyes. She had also gotten dressed. Her outfit rang more of her Robin bell then this dress ever did. Her mini skirt and crop top was bedazzled with small sequins.

Piling into my car, Robin put in a certain tape and she tried her hardest to make me jam out with her. At every red light she’d poke me in the side and except a dance move out of me. But I wasn’t one for dancing, or partying, or anything that was written all over Steve Harringtons face. I wasn’t a popular kid, I wasn’t the kid that got drunk and thought a swim in the pool would be cool. I wasn’t like anyone in Steves circle.

I wonder if that made me more of a challenge for him?

Regardless, when all the red lights to Steves house had ended and I could hear the music drifting from his house at the start of the cul-de-sac. I started to grow nervous. The shortness of the dress, and the only thing I could imagine of course was the worst of it all. I brought the car to a stop. I sat sill as I pulled the key. I felt Robins hand come over to my shoulder. My attention drifting over to her. “It will be okay Y/n. Just let go for the night.” She was being so sincere. So much of what Robin was not most of the time. I took her words to heart, and shallowed my nerves. “Okay, let’s go have fun.” I said.

The party was banging behind closed doors, so as Robin and I walked up to the front door there wasn’t much need to knock on the door. We let our selves in, and the smell of alcohol and weed hit my nose. Hitting me like a freight train Robin grabbed at my wrist dragging me to what I could only omaigne was once a clean kitchen. But now was stroone with red solo cups, and way to many different versions of alcohol bottles. I wasn’t one for drinking, having only done it out of spite. And that wouldn’t even be called drinking it was one shot of some horrible drink that my father kept in the glass cabinet.

Robin was already pouring two red solo cups. “Rob..” “Didn’t you say you’d have fun, and relax?” She says questioning me. My words fall, and I just let her continue before I end up with a drink in my hand. I smell the contents. It smell sweet, and I get the notion that it won’t be anything like my father bottle. “It’s sweet.” Robin encourages me, I don’t need it but it’s nice and familiar of her.

As I take the sip of the red solo cup I loose my sight but not my hearing. That classic voice comes ringing into the kitchen. “I see you ladies..” Then dead silent. I drop my cup, my eyes landing on the only person with that voice. Steve. He’s staring at me, his eyes dripping over my frame. Tongue jetting out to lick his lips. They look plump, even in the dim trashy light of the kitchen. “You look good Y/n.” He commented quickly, before reaching between Robin and I to graba solo cup and drinking it regardless of the fact he doesn’t know what it contents.

“Stay safe, while you’re drinking.” I say looking over my shoulder at him. “Okay, mommy what ever you say.” Steves quick to quip before leaving me and Robin standing alone once again. Robin looks over grinning at me. “Oh my god. He’s ruthless.” I shake my head lightly and bring the cup back to my lips. “Oh mommy, whatever you say mommy.” Robin goes teasing the boy that had left the room. To much alcohol in his system I think he forgets that he’s talking to me. A nobody, A nobody in his path.

About 5 more red solo cups and the fear of dancing with robin fades into the background alsong with the music. As I see Steve chatting up with a girl. A blonde girl her breasts are pushing so close to her chin I think she might not be able to breathe. A slick black dress and to high heels that she’s practically falling into Steves arms. Robin catches my gaze, and giggles her hand come to fall on m shoulder.

“Is mommy jealous?!” She says the alcohol driping from her breathe. She’s teasing me now, “No… I’m just worried about her feet… yeah her feet” I say as I sway with Robin. “Her fe… et?” Robin questions me all I can do is roll my eyes and fall back into the background of the music and fall behind Robin before I see another disgusting moment between Seve and this chick.

The dancing only keeps me distracted until a hand that is neither Robins nor my own are my hips. Robin isn’t paying attention her head is pressed into my chest, and her skin is radaitaing heat as she sways us slowly. “Hey you should drop her and come dance with me baby.” I heard a strange male voice say from behind me. “No I’m good, but thankful.” I said matter-of-factly. Before returning my attention back to my drunk friend. “Come on, drop the lesbian.” He says his grip on my hips grows harder. I try to get away but with the dead wieght of Robin I can’t get away.

The said thing is I don’t even know who the hell is touching me like this so intimate. I just wished that Robin was awake and not drunk she’d be punching the shit out of this guy right now, but atlase I was alone in this encounter. “No, like I said before thank you but no thank you.” I tried to stay strong but it was flattening as his grip became to make me bend into him.

His voice grew stronger, and louder. “Don’t say no to me. I know what you want with you wearing that skimpy dress.” He says. I can’t beilive this is happening, with all the peopel around I can’t believe I thought coming here was going to be a good idea. There’s reasons why I never left my house.

“Excuse me.” I hear, theres that classic voice. I feel like he’s acting like my knight is shining armor. “What the hell do you want?” I hear the argument start. “She’s with me or at least if she wasn’t acting like such a tease.” I hear the voice continue on. “Dude get your hands off of her, you dick.” Steve goes off “Why is she yours? Cause damn I wouldn’t want damaged goods.” He says, it pricks apart of my pride. Robins words roll through my head “Just relax” I roll my eyes ar the thought.

“Dude what the actual fuck… Get the fuck out of here. Actually all of you get the fuck parties over.” I hear Steve yell. I hear the growns and I step away from the man who’d been creeping his way closer to me before Steve ‘saved’ me. I drop Robin to an emty clean spot on the couch. I look around getting a glsimp of the guy leaving first. He’s got jock written all over his face, and it’s even better when he turned and I see his football jacket. I sigh heavily.

As the people dwindled out, I finally sit on the couch not so scared to be slightly unaware of my surrounding. “I’m sorry.” Steves says coming to sit not next to me but close. I don’t look up, “It’s my fault. I say in a hushed voice. “What?!” I heard steve question me quickly. “Yeah he’s right.” I say back. “No, y/n fuck no you aren’t at fault. Guys like him have no boundaries and think they can get what they want even though they push much more then needed.” He went on to say. But there was still distrust in his words for me.

“Can I come sit closer to you?” He asks. I shake my head and his warmth is nice when I remember just how short of a dress I’m in. “Y/n.” He says, his finger hooking under my chin forcing me to look at him. “Steve” I answer back. “You aren’t and didn’t do anything wrong.” I see his eye skim over to Robins sleep body. “I’m sorry I invited you. I should have been a better host.” He says dropping his finger but the warmth on my skin is still there. “It wasn’t your fault, and Steve you’re the best host. You literally cancelled the whole thing all over some stupid girl.” I said our knees touching more. I shiver, “You’re not a stupid girl though Y/n.” Steve says, grabbing the throw blanket over my shoulders. “I never said I was..” I get cut off when Steve wraps his arm over my shoulders.

“Can you just stay here for a moment?” Steve asks. I hum and enjoy the warmth before reality sets in.

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Completed on: 09/27/22

Posted on: 09/28/22

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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First Watch

Writers’ Iron Chef #8

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! I’m not going to lie - I had other plans for this one (several other plans, actually, and I might still write one or two of the others...) but once that teaser dropped, all of my other ideas took a back seat and this one came sprinting to the forefront. This can be read as prequel to the Survivor Blues timeline, but it can absolutely also be standalone.

Word Count: 1,585

Warnings: mention of guns, discussion of violence, explosions, brief mention of sex

Summary: Nothing ever goes according to plan.

Prompt: Accidentally falling asleep together

They hadn’t planned on spending the night outside the walls. It was just supposed to be a day trip - a monthly meet up with Bill for supplies that were in high demand. Sometimes plans changed, though.

And he hated when they did.

Tess and Joel had run the route so many times they could do it in their sleep. They’d perfected the art of interacting with the soldiers at the border, cycling through sets of paperwork as needed so that their IDs wouldn’t be flagged, always having an alibi on hand for why they were traveling through a certain part of the city. They would rotate through the checkpoints so that their trails couldn’t be traced for suspicious patterns of movement, and then use the closest hidden exit that would take them beyond the towering concrete barrier keeping the Infected out and the citizens of the Boston QZ in.

It did neither of those things perfectly. People still snuck out. Cordyceps still crept in.

There were exploitable weaknesses, and with a dwindling number of trained and well-equipped soldiers to shore them up, it was more than just the smugglers and the stray runners that sought to take advantage. Marlene and the Fireflies had been active again, hitting checkpoints and holding up rations trucks, capturing guardsmen and taking their weapons. If he wasn’t so inclined to despise her and the foolish fantasies she spun about revolution and finding a cure, Joel would admire her level of commitment and her ability to inspire others - like his brother - to follow her.

But just as they’d gotten through the gates at checkpoint 5, explosions rang through the already crumbling streets in a coordinated bombing of three other checkpoints. It was the largest scale that Marlene’s militia had ever attacked on, and though it made the rest of their journey out of the city easier, the commotion drawing all of the on-duty soldiers away from their regular posts and into the fray, it was going to make getting back in more difficult.

Leave it to the damn Fireflies.

They were good at disrupting things. Good at killing. Good at taking things temporarily into their own hands. But once the skirmishes had settled and the corpses were counted and cleaned up, the army would be on high alert for any unplanned comings or going. There would be fewer weaknesses in the wall because there would be lookouts stationed every hundred yards or so. It would be safer to wait it out on the other side, let a day pass to diffuse the tension and slip back unnoticed the following evening under the cover of twilight.

“Looks like we’re camping out under the stars tonight, Joel.” Tess smirked at him from over her shoulder as they picked their way through the overgrowth, the sounds of chaos fading from earshot.

“Yeah,” he sighed and adjusted the straps on his backpack. “Guess so.”

She clicked her tongue. “Oh, come on. Is spending time with me really that bad?”

It wasn’t. Since Tommy left, Tess had been the only person Joel had allowed himself to trust. “You know that ain’t it, Tess. I just wanna get this done and get back in one piece.”

“And we will.” She winked, pulling back some wire fencing and cocking her head to indicate that he should walk through. “Just as soon as those boys calm down enough to put their guns away.”

That’ll be the day.

They hadn’t run into any trouble on the way out, and the handoff with Bill had gone smoothly. It always did. Bill was all business. With him there were no negotiations, no haggling. The man was a combination of paranoia and aggression, which meant that he never allowed Joel and Tess to set foot in his territory, so he always arranged for the meeting place to be somewhere close to midway between the town he’d claimed and the outskirts of Boston. It was a good deal, even if it was a pain in the ass to meet him in the middle of nowhere. He got what he wanted from Joel and Tess - ammo that they’d stolen from the military, usually - and in turn he handed over medication and other in-demand items that often ran short in the city. The dealings were always wrapped by deciding on the date and location of their next meetup, and then the man would disappear, covering his own tracks behind him.

It all went that way this time, too, but as they headed back towards the city to find a suitable place to wait out the shitstorm of bullets and bombs, they stumbled upon a herd of infected migrating aimlessly through the weedy streets. Dealing with a runner or clicker from time to time wasn’t anything that either of them were unfamiliar with, and they fought well in tandem, something almost choreographic in the way that they worked to dispatch their attackers and protect one another. But after killing nearly twenty of the things with nothing but their fists and a pair of baseball bats so as not to draw any unwanted attention with gunfire, they were dead tired. Both of them.

Still, they needed to find a safe place to lay low for a while, and by the time they did that the sky had darkened and night had fallen. An old shed with half of one wall and a portion of the roof torn off turned out to be their best bet, and as the two of them eased their tired bodies down onto the ground Tess spoke. “Not too shabby, hmm Texas?” Hardly covering a yawn, she insisted on taking the first watch. “Get some shut eye, I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch.”

Joel knew better than to argue with her, even when she was exhausted, and especially when she knew that he was just as exhausted himself. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, the formality only mildly sarcastic. He closed his eyes and let himself sink, let all of his muscles go lax and loose as he focused on the sound of cicadas in the distance and Tess’ breathing right beside him, and within a matter of minutes sleep had come to take him under.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of a twig snapping startled him awake, eyes flying open. Holding his breath, he listened for any other signs that someone - or something - was close, but after a full thirty count there was nothing.

Must’ve been an animal, or-

His train of thought was derailed when he glanced down to find Tess slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Shit.

What was worse was that in sleep his arm had wound around her.

God damnit, Tess.

She liked to joke about the two of them acting like an old, ornery couple, bickering like they’d been married for years. Maybe in another life they would have been. But this wasn’t another life, it was the only one that they had and it was broken, dangerous. In an alternate version of their story - in the past, maybe, before the world went to shit and before his heart had known nothing but loss - the simple act of accidentally falling asleep on his shoulder would have meant something soft and safe. An unwillingness to separate and end the night, a silent and subtle shift between the two of them that meant that things had grown. Innocent. Sweet, even.

But now? Falling asleep without meaning to could be disastrous. It could be the difference between life and death. It could mean both of them being ambushed at their most vulnerable.

I should’ve insisted. I should have-

She inhaled through her nose and shuffled closer to his side and though he knew he should wake her, Joel simply stared. If he woke her now, she’d know what she’d done and he didn’t want to hang guilt on her shoulders.

Nothin’ happened, we’re fine.

More than that though, he didn’t want her to wake up to him holding her the way he was. Their relationship had never really gone beyond sex. They used it as a way to blow off steam, and it was beneficial for both of them. Their natural chemistry didn’t end with fighting and smuggling. They were good together in bed, too. But it was always a means to an end. There was never anything sentimental or emotional either during the act or after, and even though they were both still clothed and covered in a day’s worth of dirt, sweat and who the fuck knew what else, the way that his arm curved around her waist and the way that she fit against his side were far more intimate than they’d ever been with each other while they were awake.

Retracting his arm carefully, Joel waited until she moved away on her own, a small sigh falling from her lips as she twisted in her sleep, and then he closed his eyes again and let out a sound that might have been a snore or a grunt. Eyes still shut, he waited until he heard her hiss out a shit and a fuck, and then her hands were on his shoulder giving him a small shake.

“Wake up, Joel. I fucked up. Fell asleep. I’m sorry, I-”

“Well, shit, Tess,” he frowned, blinking at her, far more awake than he was pretending to be. “That’s the last time I let you take first watch.”

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How It feels to be replaced - part 2

Pt. 1

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Avenger! Reader, Bucky x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Stark! Avenger! Reader

Summary: Weeks after the argument, Pepper thinks you should and Tony should see a family therapist

Warnings: very minor swearing, angst, family therapy, crying, daddy issues.

I do not consent my work being stolen or posted elsewhere. Please reblog if you enjoyed the story!

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

It had been weeks since your argument with Tony. Ever since then, you've been ignoring him and he's been ignoring you. You guy's don't talk unless forced too.

When the two of you were in the room, the whole vibe would become awkward. Pepper would get try to get you to Tony, but you wouldn't do it.

"I think you and your dad should see a family therapist" Pepper purposed.

"No way am I sitting in a room with a stranger and Tony for an hour" you complained.

You didn't care what your mom told you, there was no way you were going to sit with Tony for an hour.

"Please, Y/N. Do it for me, your mom" Pepper begged. And so you agreed.

"This is BS, Wanda" you began your rant. You loved venting to Wanda, she was your bestfriend.

"I can't believe that I need to sit in a room with the worst person I've ever met." You vented as you paced back and forth across the room.

"Why did you agree to therapy, if you didn't wanna go?" Wanda asked, hugging the stuffed animal on your bed.

"Because, I knew that my mom would never be happy again if me and Tony kept arguing" you explained. "My mom looked heart broken when I said no the first time."

"Behave and I'll pick you up when the session is over" Bucky said.

You didn't wanna ride with Tony, so Bucky volunteered to give you a ride. Even after your argument, Tony didn't get the hint that he was a bad father. Bucky was the closest thing you had to a father now.

"Okay, bye Buck" you exited the car and entered the building. You knew it was a mistake agreeing to Pepper's offer, but you didn't wanna make her anymore sad then she already was.

The session was already halfway over, and not one of you said a word. "Can one of you tell me why you're here today?" Dr. Johnson asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"My dad replaced me" you said, which made Tony look at you, as If he were the bad guy, because he was.

"That isn't true, all I did was start spending more time with Peter" he said. Dr. Johnson started scribbling in her notepad.

"You started replacing me with Peter, Tony! You didn't pay attention to me, and you started choosing Peter over me" you argued. You felt your face turning red everytime Tony spoke.

"What do you mean by 'replacing', Y/N?" Johnson asked you.

"He hired his new intern, who is only one year older than me." You started your story, "and now Tony only spends time with him" you continued.

Johnson started scribbling in her notepad again.

"He started giving all of my jobs to Peter and started comparing us," you felt tears form in your eyes.

"I never did that, I only gave him the things you couldn't handle" Tony intervened in the story.

"I've been doing this job longer than Peter, what can't I handle!?" You yell at him.

"You have ten minutes left" Johnson interrupted.

A tear fell from your eyes, you just wanted to leave.

"Just end the session, please." You spoke as you walked out of the room.

You got home a few hours after Tony, because Bucky took you to Yogurt Land for at least talking to Tony.

There was a meeting called by Tony, so you had sit in the conference room and listen to whatever announcement he had.

"Peter will be moving into the compound with us" Tony announced.

"I'm sorry, so we just come back from therapy, where I complained about you replacing me with him. And your solution to that problem, was to move him in." You complained.

It was upsetting to you, having the kid that replaced you, live in the same building as you.

"Well maybe he wouldn't be moving in, if you wouldn't treat Bucky like your dad" Tony argued with you.

"Bucky is the only father figure I have in my life, because you wouldn't spend time with me. What did you expect me to do?" You defended yourself.

"Maybe not chose a murderer over the person who gave you life!" Tony shouted at you.

The room went silent. Everyone was disgusted by Tony's choice of words. Everyone in the room knew that Bucky wasn't in control of what he was doing as the winter soldier.

"Bucky is anything, but a murderer and you know that" you yelled back. You slowly walked up to Tony and whispered in his ear, "this is why I don't fucking like you."

You walked out of the meeting and ran to your room. You couldn't take this anymore, you couldn't take living in this building anymore.

You grabbed one of your luggages and stuffed a crap load of your clothes, not wasting one more minute of time.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Clint asked, shocked to see you on the front porch of his safe house.

"I took a bus, I thought I would visit" you walked into his house.

"Do your parents know you're here, Y/N? You can't just show up without your parents knowing" Clint said.

"No, we had a slight disagreement" you walked around and eventually made your way to the living room.

"Why don't you go sit at the table and tell me what happened, while I make you a sandwich" Clint said.

You both walked over to the kitchen and you sat down. "Tony replaced me" you spoke.

Clint sat in the chair next to you, putting a sandwich down in the space right in front of you.

"Tony, would never replace you." Clint told you "and even of he did, he would never stop loving you."

"Then why did he stop choosing me to go on missions? Why does Peter always end up taking my place at work?" You took a bite if your sandwich.

"Your dad maybe replacing you, but that doesn't mean that you don't have a whole other family that doesn't love you." Clint's wise words made you smile.

He was right, even if Tony did stop loving you, you still had a family that loved you.

After you ate your sandwich, you hanged out with Clint while you waited for Tony to pick you up.

You and Clint sat in the living room and watched a movie, before you were interrupted by a knock on the front door.

Bucky, Tony, Pepper, and Wanda entered the room.

"Bucky!" You ran to Bucky and gave him a hug.

"Y/N, never do that again. You scared the shit out of me" Bucky held you tight in his arms.

When Bucky released you from his arms, you were met by Tony. He looked angry and upset at you.

"Y/N, you're grounded for two weeks, and no missions for a month" Tony said to you.

"Okay" you spoke, sadly, looking at the floor.

"Tony, could we have a word in the kitchen" Clint walked Tony to the kitchen.

"What is this about, was Y/N misbehaving?" Tony questioned.

"No, Y/N was a very good. The problem is the way you treat her" Clint told him. "You don't treat her like you would treat Peter."

"Why does everyone always bring Peter into this? He did nothing to Y/N" Tony yelled.

"You choose Peter over Y/N anytime of the week. You treat your child like a nobody" Clint yelled back, defending you.

"Well maybe if Y/N was good enough to be my daughter, then I would treat her better." Tony's words shocked Clint. He was disgusted at what Tony had just said.

"You gonna go over there and apologize to Y/N, and you aren't leaving until you do" Clint said.

The two men walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where you we're still watching TV.

"Y/N" Tony looked at you. "I wanna apologize for how I've been treating you, it wasn't very mature of me. I still love you. You aren't grounded anymore, and I promise you'll start to go on more missions" Tony apologized.

"Dad..." Tony's face lit up at the name that you hadn't called him in a while.

"It's gonna take me a while to fully for give you, but I do, I forgive you" you forgave him.

You walked over and gave Tony a hug.

"I will do anything, and give you anything, just so I could get you to forgive me" Tony said.

"I want you to apologize to Bucky for calling him a murderer, and I want you to tell me that I was right. I also want to twenty-dollar allowance" you answered him.

Tony walked over to Bucky.

"Bucky, I want to apologize for calling you a murderer. I only said that so I would hurt Y/N's feelings. I hope that you could forgive me." Tony apologized to Bucky.

And thought you didn't fully forgive your dad, you did think that it would be nice to rekindle your relationship with him.

You all walk out of Clint's house, and out to the car. Knowing that Tony was making an effort to reach your forgiveness, warmed your heart.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark #x stark reader #tony stark angst #angst #avengers angst #avengers fanfic

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Txt Me

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Sniper/Agent!Reader

Words: 653

Warnings: Guns, cursing, reference to past encounters/hookups, death mention, pet names, Nick being a smooth, sexy bastard.

A/N: This is a pretty late fic for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club challenge, where I used the prompt TXT Me from day 6! I didn’t use the candy itself but used the phrase as inspiration for this.

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

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It should have been a quick and easy job, get in, take out the target, get out. You had another man down below to grab the intel, so you didn't even have to do any of the heavy lifting yourself. You got into position, set up your rifle, and waited. Any minute now the target would be walking into view.

A few moments passed, then a few more. You grew nervous, narrowing your eyes as you watched the ground below through your scope.

"Badger," you hissed through your coms, trying to make contact with your teammate, but there was only static on the other end.

Your skin prickled; this wasn't good.

Adjusting your rifle, you tried to make contact with your partner again, and still nothing. After another long moment, a voice finally responded.

"Hey sweetheart, long time, no see."

No. No, it couldn't be. Your breath caught in your throat, silently hoping it wasn't who you thought it was, but there was no mistaking that smooth, low voice.

You bit your tongue to try to hold back your anger, breathing out slowly as Nick Fowler walked into the view of your scope. As if knowing exactly where you were, he held up the notebook that you and your team had been chasing for weeks.

Fuck, you cursed under your breath, finger lingering on the trigger. It would be so easy.

"Now, sweetheart, I don't think you wanna do that," Nick simpered, a sneer in his voice matching the one on his face. "You'd miss me too much."

"Where's Mark?" You demanded, asking after your partner that Nick had undoubtedly killed.

"Oh, he's over there, needed to take a little lie down. You're working your agents too hard, sugar." Nick's pet names made your blood boil, yet a part of you (that you wanted to strangle) got off on it. Your mind flashed back to heated nights with him undercover, in a getaway car, and even in your own apartment, before you'd moved for security's sake.

"I swear to god, Nick-"

"What," he interrupted, staring right at your location from the ground. "You're gonna come down here? Fight me? Seduce me?" He smirked again and your finger flinched over the trigger. "C'mon baby, you and I both know how much you enjoyed it. How much you long for it again."

"Shut the fuck up Nick. I've moved on."

"Ah, okay." He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, and shoved the notebook in the inside pocket of his expensive suit jacket. Probably Italian. "Have it your way, honey. Just don't say I didn't offer a truce next time we run into each other." He looked back up towards your perch and winked, drawing his tongue over his lower lip in a way that almost made you tremble.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, sweetheart. You should text me sometime. I'd be happy to meet you wherever you'd like."

"In your dreams, Fowler," you hissed into the com, trying your best to hold onto the shred of control you still had over yourself. Nick hummed and shoved a hand in his pocket, casually looking around the square.

"Hmm, too bad. I know I can make you feel really good. See ya around then, sweetheart." Nick winked, then pulled a handgun from his belt and fired it into the air, setting off the alarms, which meant you'd have only minutes to make it out of here.

"Shit!" You cursed yourself for falling for Nick's charms again, keeping an eye on him as he turned his back and casually walked away. That smug bastard. Once he was out of sight, you quickly packed up your gun and escaped the scene, thankfully through a seldom used access port in the back that had been noted on the schematics.

Fucking Nick Fowler. You wondered if you'd ever be free of his hold on you.

#hbc candy hearts club #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x y/n #nick fowler imagines #nick fowler fanfic #the 355

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The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.”

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers.

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.”

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours.

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him.

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down.

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength.

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you.

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.”

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly.

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room.

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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shuntarooo · 2 years

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You had me at Christmas day.

✧ Character/s: Xiao

✧ topic/scenario: modern au where you confessed to him at Christmas day, fluffy, fanfic

✧ warnings: mild-swearing

✧ gender: neutral

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You and Xiao have been childhood friends for the longest time, growing up in the same neighborhood you two will always play together at his house. You always suggest what to play which really irritates him, plus the game you always choose is you two being married! Even though it’s pretend, he can’t help but blush at the thought of marrying you when you grow up.

A few years later, you took a liking to him. But why would he like someone like you? So, you kept it to yourself ever since then.

The liking you have towards him bloomed into something else, you love him. Not like, but love. You heard him once say that he will never be with someone with you and would rather kiss a frog, but you just laughed at it.

Deep inside, it hurts. It hurts so much.

But you still love him, you really do.

Now, you still live in that neighborhood and, still has feelings for him.

“What am I going to do, Ganyu? I mean, he clearly doesn’t like me the way I like him..” You sighed, kicking the rocks below your feet.

“Hmm…. I’ll tell you what, maybe Hutao and I could put you guys under a mistletoe!” You looked at her with a deadpan face, you mentally facepalmed yourself at her words.

“He hates hates mistletoes, do you think he is an idiot to be under one let alone with me?”

“Yes! (y/n), if you keep those feelings to yourself it will be somehow a…. burden?? Is that the right word? Anyway, try confessing. It can ease some pain, y’know? And if you end up getting rejected, we have plenty of tissues here, we can also go to your fav ice cream shop! Buuutttt as if that will happen.” You blinked at her once, then twice, then thrice.

“I think you got those from watching romance animes and k-dramas, am I right?” You giggled, she showed a thumbs up with a big smile.

“Mhm! With Hutao and Yanfei by the way.” You nodded and and looked around. Who knows if someone is gossiping around and tell him? After checking for a couple of times and prove no one was there, you stood up.

“Yu, I really need to go now. Kinda sucks if you confess without giving something to him, no?” You joked.

“Yeah! By the way, do we still need to put you guys under a mistletoe?”

“No need, i’ll just figure something on my own.”

“Okay then, goodluck!” She nodded and waved you goodbye.

You went to the store where you and him would go after school, might forgot to say that xiao has a sweet-tooth, no? Looking at the pastries, you picked his favorite and a bit of yours just in case you get very nervous. You payed at the counter and left the shop. As you were walking, you were thinking what’s the best place to confess and write a letter for him to read after he gets home.

‘Maybe in the park? Nope never, he doesn’t like crowded people. Somewhere where there’s fireflies around? Nah, don’t think so. Think (y/n) (l/n), think! ….Maybe in the place where we met? I guess that works. Now I just have to rush to that place and get writing that letter!’

You went to the venue then started writing a letter for him. Your hands started to get all sweaty and you knew you were getting nervous. You tried calming yourself by eating the pastries you brought for yourself but somehow it won’t work, so you took deep breaths. With a shaky hand, you went to get your cellphone and texted him.

‘HEYO so um come meet me at the place where we met, I wanna tell u sumthing eyueheueheheue （σ｀・∀・´）σ’

You got very very nervous that he just seen your text and replied with a ‘mkay’. You’re starting to think this was a bad idea, but you can’t just bear it any longer. ‘No, you have to stay calm, you must stay calm!’

It was almost sunset, and he still didn’t show up.

You sighed and pouted, still eating some of your treats. ‘What a great day to be rejected.’ Just as you were about to accept that he won’t come, you heard a voice behind you.

“Sorry i’m late.”

He’s here. He’s really here.

You didn’t even noticed that you held your breath, you silently prayed to the archons that this would go well.

‘OH ARCHONS ABOVE HELP ME HE’S TOO MUCH TO HANDLE HELPHELPHELP-’

You take the pastries in your hands and slowly turned around and you could feel yourself passing out, you held your face and you could tell that you were red as a thomatoe. You closed your eyes shut, took a deep breath and..

“uhhh hiii um.. ihavetotellyousomethingthoughitmaywasteyourti-”

You feel something touch your hand, you opened your eyes and Xiao was staring at you with both of his hands on top of yours.

“Slow down, I can’t even understand a word.” He removed his hands and glanced at you as a sign to continue.

“S-sorry…” You took a deep breath, ‘It’s now or never I guess, if I end up being rejected then that’s it.’

“The reason I made you come here is b-because of this. Xiao, I really really like… y-you. Not actually like but l-love. I fell in love with you ever since we’re kids. I fell in love with you not only because of your l-looks but how you treat… me. I fell in love with how you comfort me after a bad day, I fell in love with the way you look after me whenever I’m sick, I fell in love with the way you still stick up with me even when I’m sometimes annoying. Well, not sometimes but always hehe. There’s so much more I really want to say but I think I’ll be taking the whole day to explain everything. Y-you don’t have to accept it, just take the pastries with you. I know you’ve loved these. I’m sorry, I know you said you’re not ready for relationships but… It was getting harder to bear. But everything I said, I really mean it…. So here. Sorry for wasting your time.” You closed your eyes shut after you give him the pastries. You felt better after letting those.

“…. Dumbass, open your eyes.” You hesitantly open your eyes and you felt something wet on your cheeks, you wiped it with your sleeve and played with your hands.

“I… love you too. Yes, I did say that I was not ready for relationships but…. You’re an exception. I love you, okay?” You looked at him and you could see a red tint on his face. You feel more tears streaming down your face, he frowned when he saw you crying.

“Why are you crying? Hey it’s okay.” His hand caressed your cheek before wiping the tears in your eyes.

“I just feel… happy you felt the same way, i really thought you’re going to reject me.” He gave you a small smile before shaking his head.

“Dummy.” He brought your face close to him and kissed your nose, you giggled at his actions.

“… You better read the letter I put in with the pastries when you get home, okay?” You pouted when he pulled away, he kissed your forehead and your face couldn’t be redder.

“You wrote me a letter? But sure, I’ll read it. For now I want to stay close to you.”

Who are you to deny his request?

a/n: HELP my hand hurts yes I lied I wrote another xiao ff but i hope you liked it :> it’s posted a lil late bcuz we had a Christmas Party with my fam HAUWNALAKABA

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elocinnicole · 2 years

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Gym Rats

Chapter 4 – Little Orange Dress

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Black!Reader (Tierra Wright)

Word Count: 3.9K

Series Rating: M for language, sexual situations, masturbation, alcohol, and drug use. 18+ MINORS DNI

Chapter Rating: M for language and Mentions of Death.

Chapter Summary: Daveed and Tierra do a series of interviews promoting their roles on black-ish. Tierra and Shaun become closer to one another.

AN: Not beta read too lazy to do it.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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“Tierra, Shaun, do you have the song?” Russ eagerly asked, Tierra, Shaun, Ross, and Julie were meeting with execs from both of their labels to test their song. She didn’t know how, but Tierra and Shaun were able to come together and get the song done. He actually wasn’t that bad to be around even though this fake dating thing seemed to be a bit much, it was nice to finally have someone to talk to that’s also n the industry like her.

“Yeah, Shaun and I came up with a song, we’re calling it Private Dancer.” Tierra played the song for execs in the room and she nervously glanced around the room to gauge everyone’s reaction. When the song was over the execs whispered to Julie and Russ respectively, Tierra nervously glanced at Shaun who sent her a wink, she blushed slightly before turning away. When the execs left the room Julie and Russ turned to Tierra and Shaun excitedly

“They love the song!” Julie announced making Tierra let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding in

“They want to drop the song soon so it’s eligible for the Grammys. I think we should drop the single on Monday.” Russ went on to explain the next steps and Tierra could feel her anxiety rising slightly, everything was happening so fast and it was taking a little bit longer to comprehend everything. She tried to calm herself down before it became a full-on thing but she wasn’t doing very well.

Julie noticed Tierra’s change in breathing she signaled Russ to stop, she reached out and touched Tiera’s hand.

“Hey, you okay?” Tierra nodded her head not being able to speak right now. She swallowed dryly before abruptly standing up

“I need some air, I’ll be back.” Without as much as a second glance, Tierra left the board room and went outside to get some air. She pulled out her phone and called the first person she could think of.

“Tierra?”

“Hey Dad,”

“What’s going on sweetie, everything okay?” Tierra contemplated telling him what was going on, but she didn’t want to worry her Dad.

“Uh, yeah. I um just wanted to hear your voice. You know catch up,”

“How’s the show going?”

“It’s good, I’ve shot two episodes this season and then I have two more.”

“Tierra I am so proud of you, I always knew you were going to be somebody. If your mom were here today…” Greg drifted off

“I know Dad, I miss her too.” She heard him sniffle and clear his throat

“Um, what’s this I hear about you having a boyfriend?” Tierra rolled her eyes, her notifications have been going off the entire weekend after Shaun posted a picture of Tierra in the studio.

“He’s just a friend, Dad. I promise,”

“Mhmm, if someone gonna be dating my daughter I need to meet this young man,”

“If it goes any further I promise you’ll meet him.” She reassured

“Tierra!” She looked up and saw Shaun waiting for her.

“Dad, I gotta go. I’ll come by the house this weekend?”

“Alright, sounds good. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Tierra ended the call as soon as Shaun walked over

“What else is on your plate today?”

“I have to do some press for black-ish. I’m about to head over to my stylist to get dressed. You wanna come?”

“Yeah, I’ll drive.”

“Try on this De La Renta. I’m not feeling the way the Gucci one bunches on your chest.” Tiffany said blindly handing Tierra an orange strapless fit and flare mini dress.

“I gotta get your shoes and my sewing kit I think the top part of the dress may be a little big,” Tiffany said leaving the hotel room.

Tierra had some difficulty getting the zipper down, she looked behind her to Shaun.

“Can you help me?” Shaun got up and carefully unzipped the dress. Tierra could hear the wheels in his head turning and quickly turned to face him.

“Marvin,” Tierra warned playfully

“Damn, you gonna pull out my government?”

“I know what you’re thinking and we don’t have time for that. Plus my whole glam squad is here, what they’ll hear.”

“So? What if I want them to hear us?”

“I don’t have time.”

“We had time this morning.” He was right, before they met with their labels, Shaun came by Tierra’s place for breakfast. What was supposed to be a quick breakfast turned into Tierra being bent over the sofa and them being fifteen minutes late to their meeting.

“Okay, but after you done Imma be all up in your guts,” Shaun whispered in her ear just as Tiffany returned to the room.

“I like that one better, it fits the interview. It’s saying youthful and young and flirty.” Tiffany handed her some jewelry and gold heels.

“If they ask you, it’s Oscar De La Renta dress, the jewelry is Roberto Coin, the shoes are Giuseppe.” Tiffany listed off quickly as she sewed the top half of the dress so it wouldn’t fall down.

“Alright, I like it, what time do you have to go to the interview?” Tiffany said pleased

“I have ten minutes until I have to be down there to get mic’d up.”

“Alright, let me put some lotion on your legs, can’t have ashy knees.”

When Tierra walked out of the hotel room with Tiffany and her makeup and hairstylist in tow, they ran into Daveed who was already waiting at the elevator.

He was wearing a black Versace dress shirt with matching pants. He had on a gold chain and his hair was pulled out of his into a ponytail. If he wasn’t so infuriating Tierra would give a compliment.

As they were finishing the last touches on her hair and makeup, Tierra noticed from the corner of her eye that was Daveed was openly staring at her and didn’t care that she noticed him staring. Growing up where she did, staring meant that you had a problem and Tierra always had a solution.

They finally reached the floor and Tierra’s team stayed on while she and Daveed walked off. Tierra could still feel Daveed looking at her frustrated she whipped her body around to face him.

“What is your problem? Why do you keep staring at me?!”

“You got some lettuce in your teeth,” David said dryly as he brushed past her

Daveed would be lying if he said Tierra didn’t look good. She looked the fuck good in that dress. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, showing off those damn dimples, her make-up wasn’t too overdone, the dress showed off her toned legs and they ways heels—wait what was he thinking. This is the same woman who purposely plays her music late at night. Besides, isn’t she with that rapper guy, Shaun the whatever? Daveed couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, she reached over to press a button on the elevator and he got a whiff of her perfume, she smelled good. Daveed shook the thoughts away when she turned her body around asking what his problem was and there it goes, a reminder. Daveed grinned internally before he cleared his throat

“You got some lettuce in your teeth.” Daveed walked past her and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his face.

“Hello everyone, it’s Joy Dixon here from Essence. So, we have Tony Award-winning actor, Daveed Diggs and singer Tierra Wright joining us today. Hello Daveed, Tierra.”

“Hey, Joy!”

“What’s good?”

“I’m so excited to have you guys joining us today. So you two are guest starring on black-ish this season can you tell us a little bit about who you’re playing?” Daveed motioned for you to go first

“Well, I’m playing a new hire at Andre’s job, Melody. She’s a breath of fresh air to the Stevens & Lido, so hopefully, I get to stick around for next season. I had a great time with everyone on set.”

“I’m playing Bow’s brother Johan, I’m crashing at their house and of course, Andre is not a fan. I absolutely love this shows, after I finished Hamilton, I was determined to get on this show.”

“Tierra, how does it feel being a new artist, you haven’t even dropped your first album yet and you’re guest-starring on one of the Top TV Shows in the country. I can’t imagine how this feels.”

“It feels so surreal, I’m sure Daveed can relate but not even a year ago I was living paycheck to paycheck now I was able to my own studio in my condo. I mean it’s not massive but things like that were only a dream.”

“Daveed do you have any advice for Tierra as someone who’s just getting into the industry?”

“I mean I’m kinda new myself, no one knew who I was until last year. Uh, Staying true to how you are. It’s a little difficult when you’re first starting out because you’re so pressured to say yes to everything. We’re celebrities but we still got bills and rent. Stay true to who you are and what type of art you want to spread.”

“Speaking of art, I heard that Lionsgate green-lit a movie that you wrote. Congratulations!”

“Thank you, uh, yeah my best friend, Rafael Casal and I wrote a movie years ago and it’s finally getting made. It’s a very exciting process.”

“That’s really exciting I can’t wait until it comes out. I’m a huge movie buff and Tierra you have your first official album coming out soon.”

“Yes, it comes out in two weeks.”

“What’s the name of the album or have you been sworn to secrecy?”

“No, I can share it it’s called Tee Time,”

“Is Speculate going to be on the album?”

“You’ll find out in two weeks.”

“I’ve been a fan for a long time since your Soundcloud days.”

“Oh gosh, not the closet EPs,” Tierra joked

“Okay before we get to the game, I heard from a little birdie that you are dating someone.” Tierra blushed at the thought of Shaun, even though at first she was totally against it she was starting to grow feelings for him. Tierra crossed her legs, causing her dress to ride up slightly showing off more of her thigh which didn’t go unsolicited by Daveed. Daveed kept looking at her dress and the way it was hugging her body, the warm color complimenting her skin perfectly like the dress was made for her.

“Daveed?”

“Huh?”

“I asked you if you were dating someone?”

“No, yeah not right now.” He answered quickly, adjusting himself in his seat.

“Tierra, any chance the person you’re ‘dating’ is Shaun Da God? We’ve been seeing some pictures on the gram.”

“I can’t confirm or deny that.” Tierra giggled

“Alright, so before we wrap up we’re going to play a game. We’re going to see how well you guys know each other.” Tierra and Daveed both blanched upon hearing that. They don’t know shit about each other, they barely talk to one another on set and when they do talk to each other, they’re arguing. They both simultaneously looked at their managers who were standing off to the side and they looked just as worried as them.

“Alright, let’s get started. What is Daveed’s favorite color?” Fuck, Tierra wished that they were made aware of the game before the interview, so maybe they would’ve had time to share their answers. Tierra guessed his favorite color it was probably red or some shit like most guys say.

“Time, show your boards.” Tierra flipped her board what’d to palm her forehead of course Daveed’s favorite color would be something she would never think of.

“Yellow?” Tierra questioned

“It’s alright we have three more rounds. You guys will be fine, alright, Daveed it’s your turn. What is Tierra’s favorite onset snack?” Damnit. Did this game just go from hard to impossible? They weren’t even on set together that much for him to notice what she ate and if they were on set they definitely didn’t eat together.

“Okay, so your answer. Daveed said trail mix. Tierra is he right?” When Tierra flipped her board she wondered if she wished hard enough would the floor swallow her to save her from this embarrassment.

“Oh. Okay...Tierra said Tea or fruit.” Joy said half-heartedly

“I um, can’t eat trail mix. I have allergies.”

It was now the end of the game and Tierra and Daveed have not gotten one question right. To say they were embarrassed was an understatement. Tierra has lost all of her confidence and wanted nothing more than to run out of the room. Joy cleared her throat.

“Do you guys want to do the last question?” Daveed looked over at Tierra and saw that was on the verge of tears. He didn’t like the girl but he doesn’t want her to have a breakdown on camera.

“Uh, we don’t have to. Can we wrap it up?” Daveed spoke up

“Sure, no problem." Joy turned to the main camera and flashed her best reporter smile, "Take 17! Alright, that is all we have for today, once again I'm Joy Dixon. Thank you so much Daveed and Tierra!”

“Thanks for having us!” Daveed spoke up again

“And CUT!” Tierra quickly stood up and tried to take her mic off. Julie was quick to her side and helped her. As soon as Tierra felt that the mic was off, she left the room.

Shaun was sitting in the hotel room watching TV when Tierra stormed in.

“Hey, Tierra—what’s wrong?” He asked taking in her appearance. Tierra looked up as if she just realized he was in the room she rushed over to him ad hugged him and finally let her tears fall down her face.

“What happened?”

“It was a bad interview,” Shaun hugged Tierra a bit tighter, trying to console her.

“Did they say something to you?”

“We had to play a game and we didn’t know anything about each other, it was embarrassing.” Tierra sniffled

“Do you have another interview today?” Tierra nodded her head

“At three,” Shaun pulled away from the hug and grabbed Tierra by the hands.

“Come here,”

“Where we going?”

“We just gonna lie down,” Tierra gave him a look and Shaun laughed

“What?”

“Because that’s what you said this morning and you made me late.”

“TeeTee, we just gonna lie down with our clothes on.”

“Okay,” Tierra let Shaun lead her to the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and Shaun took her shoes off. Tierra scooted back on the bed and Shaun joined her a few moments later.

“I’ll wake you up when you have to get ready.” Tierra nodded her head and quickly drifted off to sleep drained from the interview.

Tiffany walked into the room along with Tierra’s glam squad to get her ready for her next interview.

“TeeTee!” She called out “She’s probably taking a nap,” She walked into the bedroom and smiled softly, both Shaun and Tierra had fallen asleep

“This is some cute ass couple shit,” Tiffany said to herself. She whipped out her phone and snapped a few pictures before walking over to Shaun’s Sid of the bed.

“Shaun,” Tiffany whispered stirring him awake

“Hmm?”

“I’m here a little early, for the next interview. Tierra gotta be up in like five minutes.”

“Aight, bet.” Tiffany left the bedroom camping sure to close the door behind her. Shaun, stretched his body being careful to not wake Tierra. He leaned gently started to shake her,

“Tierra, you gotta wake up.” She whined in protest

“I don’t want to.”

“You got one more interview.” Tierra groaned as she slowly sat up.

“Damn, bout time, you put your big ass head on my arm.” Shaun teased Tierra playfully hit his shoulder

“Shut up, is Tiffany here?”

“Yeah, she’s out there.” Shaun cradled her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead

“You feel better?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“You know I got you.”

“I know.” Shaun kissed her again

“Go on and get ready. I have to go run some errands.”

“Okay, see you later?”

“Yeah,” Tierra got out of bed and walked out to the living room to start getting ready.

Tierra and Daveed had another interview but a radio station not far from the hotel. This interview was for a Sirius XM show so they don’t have to censor everything they say.

“Hello, hello! This is your girl Krissy from Krissy’s Korner Sirius XM station 96. We also have Tazz and Rah in the station this afternoon. We have a treat for you guys today, we have rapper Mr. Daveed Diggs joining us today and the ever so lovely singer Tierra joining us in the Korner today. Thank you for coming to our show!”

“Thanks for having us!” Tierra greeted

“Alright, before we get into anything can we get into this dress!” Tazz gushed

“She came in like she was trying to get a man,” Rah joked

“Maybe she wore that dress for a certain costar,” Krissy suggested making both Daveed and Tierra blush

“Daveed you like the dress she’s wearing?” Tazz pushed Daveed nervously scratched the back of his neck and chuckled

“Yeah, it looks good on her,” Daveed said avoiding eye contact

“Okay, let’s get into it, Tierra, I’m such a super fan. I’m not sure if you remember this but I met you at one of your concerts, like them underground concerts. You had just dropped your second EP and before you left you did a cover of that Minnie Ripperton song, girl! When I say I wanted to throw my shoe on stage that’s not an easy song to sing.”

“One, RIP the great Minnie Ripperton, gone way too soon, and ‘Lovin' You’ is my favorite song to sing. My mom would sing it to me when I was younger.”

“Did your mom teach you how to sing?”

“Yes, before she got really sick she taught me everything I know. My mom was a classically trained opera singer, she never really hit it big so she ended up teaching choir in the public schools, everything I know I got from my mom. I do everything for her,”

“Okay now that I got that out, Daveed I ain’t forget about you. I went to one of your concerts last year with clippng. and it was the most fun I’ve ever had. You were so engaging with the crowd. How does it feel going back and forth to acting and performing on stage?”

“Uhhhh, the difference is that you know at a concert the crowd is rapping with you you vibe off each other's energy. Even in Hamilton, by the time the songs were available on a CD, Apple Music, and all that shit, it became a rock concert. The audience knew the lyrics better than us most nights. Then, you know being in front of a camera for a movie or a show it’s just a sound stage with hella people who are secretly judging your performance. That’s why it’s great to really vibe with your cast because once you have that comradery.”

“So you guys are going to be on black-ish this upcoming season, Daveed you’re recurring and Tierra you’ll be guest starring. How was that?”

“It was absolutely amazing, black-ish is one of my favorite shows. I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news that they wanted me on the show. I had a great time,”

“I always said that after I finished my run on Hamilton I would want to be on black-ish and I leaped at the chance to be on there. I love Tracee Ellis Ross we really kicked it off when she came backstage at Hamilton.”

“Okay, so we have a little tradition here,” the other co-host said, “we have a game called ‘I Hope,’ where you gotta give a really bad scenario or situation but it has to start with ‘I hope’ y’all got it?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m cool.” Tierra and Daveed said simultaneously

“Aight, Daveed go first.”

“Okay ummm, I hope that—wait what am I allowed to say on here?” Daveed laughed

“You can say whatever you want.”

“Okay, okay, okay, umm I hope every time you start your car that bitch on E.” Krissy, Tazz, and Rah laughed and then looked at Tierra expectantly

“I hope every time you go to sleep your pillow’s hot. Hot ass pillow.”

“Damn! It’s like that? Aight, I hope every time you want some cereal your milk is sour.”

“I hope every time you bring someone to your place you ain’t got no damn condoms.”

“I hope you step in a wet spot after putting a fresh pair of socks on.” That one actually made Tierra laugh

“Aight, I hope every time you wash your dishes you touch a wet piece of food.”

“I hope every time you go to the store you’re card never goes through.”

“I hope that every time you wake up in the morning you find out your phone wasn’t charging overnight.”

“Alright, last one Daveed.”

“I hope every time you go to the pool you step on a bandaid.” After that the interview went extremely well, both Tierra and Daveed talked about their upcoming music and Daveed talked a little bit about Blindspotting. They even had an impromptu cypher between Daveed and the other co-host, Rah. This interview was going better than their previous so hopefully, the good press from this one outweighs their first one.

Daveed and Tierra left the radio station with smiles on their faces feeling good about at least one of the interviews today.

“So, that was a good interview.” Daveed started

“It was, way better than the other one.”

“Yeah, do you wanna um—”

“TeeTee!” She shot her head up and saw Shaun waiting outside for her, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“What’s all this?” Tierra asked walking over to him, Shaun kisses her gently

“I wanted to do something nice for you after your interviews. I know you’re tired and you deserve a treat.” Shaun said while caressing her bare arms

“And we gotta show off that dress because damn!” Shaun spun Tierra around making her laugh. Tierra could feel someone looking at her and turned her head around she didn’t see anyone and shrugged her shoulders turning her attention back to Shaun and getting in the car with him.

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@theshaderoom Rapper #ShaunDaGod and singer #TierraWright were seen together at Nobu having a very intimate dinner. This comes a few days after Shaun posted a picture of Tierra in the recording booth. Tierra also posted this picture today of the two of them napping in a hotel room with the caption "Cuddle Buddies". Roomies, how do we feel about this relationship? Do you think it'll last?

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Happy’s Girl

Summary: Happy finally get the courage to ask out Y/N Telford, who happens to be the daughter of none other than Chibs Telford. But neither Happy or Y/N stopped to think about how Chibs would react. Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader Word Count: 2,583 Warnings: Out of character Happy, kinda. swearing. A/N: Happy is probably written out of character but I just love the ‘he’s a bad guy to everyone but her’ trope. Also, for those that wanted a continuation of THIS Happy imagine, this is the whole one shot. Tell me what you think!! Text divider by: @firefly-graphics

Y/N was walking out of the garage office and making her way to her car when she heard someone calling her name. She figured it was one of the guys coming to ask her about something related to the garage or to ask her if she had seen Gemma. Which she had not. But what she was not expecting was to turn around and see Happy standing there, and not meeting her eye. It confused her, she was used to seeing the killer hold a stare with anyone and not back down.

“What can I do for you Happy?” she asked, “Need something from the office?”

“No, I actually just need to ask you something,” Happy paused, taking a second to look around for others. Y/N waited, hoping he would continue.

“I was just wondering if you’d let me take you out?”

As soon as the words left his mouth Y/N’s stomach erupted in butterflies. She had never expected one of the guys, let alone Happy to be asking her out. Especially considering her father had a seat at the same table and the repercussions for dating his daughter were always great. But Y/N could handle her father and his temper, and neither were going to stand in the way of going out with the guy she had been ogling at for as long as she could remember.

With a smile on her face Y/N replied, “Of course Hap, I’d love to.”

A wide smile broke across his face at her words. “Tonight? I can pick you up around 8.”

“That sounds great, I’ll see you then.” Y/N replied, the smile never leaving her face as she got into her car.

Y/N was putting her earrings in when her doorbell rang. She let out an excited gasp as she run out of her bedroom and towards her front door. Sliding to a stop in front of it she took a moment to gather to breath before opening the door.

“Hey,” she said breathless as the door opened to reveal Happy on the other side.

“Hi,” he replied, nearly as breathless as Y/N had been. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbled as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she stepped out of her doorway.

Happy took a step back to let Y/N lock her front door. He took a moment to admire her figure in the jeans that she had chosen to wear, thinking to himself that she was the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, with the best ass he’d ever laid eyes on. But that was something he would tell her later.

“You ready to go?” Y/N’s voice broke Happy out of his thoughts.

Happy smiled and held his hand out for her to take. Y/N happily took it, letting him lead her to the motorcycle that sat next to her car. Happy handed her the helmet that was hung over the handlebars before mounting his bike. Y/N followed him shortly after, buckling the helmet as she slung her leg over the bike.

“Hold on tight,” Happy said over his shoulder, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he revved the engine of the motorcycle.

Nearly thirty minutes later Happy was pulling his bike into the empty parking lot of what looked like a bowling alley outside of Charming. As the two dismounted from the bike Y/N sent Happy a questioning look, as if to ask why the parking lot was empty.

Happy seemed to catch on because he began to speak, “Buddy owns the place and owed me a favor. Figured we’d get a better chance to be more open if no one else was here.”

Y/N simply nodded, knowing better than to question him as to why he was owed a favor. But she also couldn’t fault his thinking, which is why she did not argue with him when he grabbed her hand and led them to the front door.

The door opened easily, indeed opening to an empty bowling alley. However, all of the lights were on and there was even a table set up at the start of one of the lanes piled with different types of food and drink. It shocked Y/N, as she had just been expecting a simple dinner or movie. She never expected Happy to put in so much effort to impress her.

“Happy, this is...” she began, but was quickly interrupted by Happy.

“It’s nothin’.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her face, knowing that this man wasn’t going to accept any compliment or praise from her. And she didn’t get the chance to argue with him as he led her to the table. Once there Happy took a moment to set up the scoreboard for their game while Y/N poured them both a small glass of beer from the pitcher on the table.

“And we’re all set.” Happy spoke as he turned around to face Y/N who was unable to wipe the smile off of her face.

Nearly four hours later the two of them were walking up Y/N’s driveway and to her front door. Y/N was still unable to rid her face of the smile that she had been sporting all night. From the surprise that was the bowling alley to the good food and great company she could not have asked for a better date.

“I had a great time tonight,” Y/N said as Happy walked her to her door after what she would consider a pretty good date.

She turned to face him when they reached the door, smiling up at him. He gave her a small smile in return, the emotion actually reaching his eyes.

“I did too,” Happy replied, taking a step closer to her so she was less than an arm’s length away from him. He reached up to brush a piece of hair out of her face, watching her e/c eyes flash to his lips.

Happy took that as all the invitation he needed to lean down and brush their lips together; not kissing her yet giving her the chance to pull away is she wished. But Y/N didn’t pull away, instead she placed on of her hands on the side of his face, casting one final glace into his deep brown eyes before pulling him the rest of the way to her, slotting their lips together.

It was a soft, deep kiss. One that knocked the breath out of Y/N’s lungs and had her craving for more. Despite the feeling deep within her she pulled away, smiling as she could still feel the kiss on her lips.

“Wow,” she breathed out against his lips, touching her forehead to his.

Happy chuckled, pulled back a little more to look her in the eye, “You wanna do this again sometime?”

Y/N nodded, “Pick me up next Friday at eight.”

As the weeks went on everyone could see the change in Happy’s demeanor, but no one was complaining. They all just wanted to know what girl had Happy so whipped. So, while sitting at the clubhouse bar a few weeks later Tig decided to ask.

“Hey Hap,” Tig started, waving the larger man over, “I’ve got to ask man, whose got you so pussy whipped?”

The handful of men around them laughed, including Jax and Chibs. Happy looked from Tig to Chibs, trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t going to anger the Scotsman. But he soon realized that that was going to be next to impossible as the woman he’s been seeing is none other than his daughter.

So Happy decided to bite the bullet and come clean. He’d rather Chibs knock him to the ground now rather than later, or in front of Y/N.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, knowing that they all heard him. That much was evident by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

“My fuckin’ daughter,” Chibs seethed as he got nose to nose with Happy. Happy nodded as the club house went silent. “Ya’ bangin’ my fuckin’ kid!”

“Dating,” Happy replied, not backing down now. “We’re dating.”

Chibs shook his head, anger pouring off the man in waves. “No, end it now. She’s not dating a Son, she deserves more than this life.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Happy began, “She deserves so much more than I can give her, and I’ve tried to tell her than. But she’s chosen to stay.”

Happy took a deep breath, shocked with himself for feeling so many things about this situation and his girl, he wasn’t used to it. “I think I may love her,” he continued.

The clubhouse went deadly silent. No one dared make a sound as the anger rose in Chibs, rather many of them took a step back just as Chibs brought his arm back and slugged Happy across the face, sending the larger man stumbling back a step or two. Gasps and exclamations broke out of the men surrounding Happy and Chibs, waiting to see what would happen next. Many of them expected Happy to come back and lay Chibs out, none of them would blame him if he did. But Happy didn’t do anything but wipe what little blood escaped the cut on his lip.

“I’m not gonna fight you brother,” Happy said, putting his hands up near his chest. “It would kill her to know we went at it. But I’m not gonna lie to you brother, I think I love her.”

Chibs was seething, he didn’t want to hear anything Happy had to say especially when it came to his daughter. His daughter who he loved with everything in his heart, who he so desperately wanted away from the club life, his little girl. He wanted to hit Happy again but knew that he was right it would tear Y/N up. So instead Chibs turned around in a huff and walked away from the group of men, storming in the direction of the office near the garage.

Y/N was sitting in the office with Gemma working on paperwork for the garage when the door opened. Both women looked up from their desks to look at the person who had opened the door, seeing Chibs standing in the doorway.

“Gem, can you give Y/N and I a minute?” he asked with very little emotion in his voice.

The older woman got up from her desk without a word, shooting Y/N a smirk and knowing look over her shoulder. Once the door closed behind her Chibs took a step forward towards his daughter.

“Y/N Telford, how could you not tell me?” her father growled out trying to keep himself from yelling.

Y/N was stunned for a moment. Her father had not talked to her like that since he caught her sneaking out of the house in high school. But she also had no idea what he was talking about, there was a lot that she didn’t let her father know simply because it would give him a heart attack if she did. And she let him know that.

“Dad, I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Don’t play fuckin’ dumb wit’ me. I know,” Chibs let out a long, angry breath. “I know your screwin’ Hap.”

Y/N looked at him stunned, “And? We’re dating, what’s the big deal?”

Chibs stood there with his mouth open, stunned himself. He wanted to yell at her but refrained, knowing there was probably already a crowd of bikers standing outside the door.

“He’s a goddamned Son, Y/N! He’s done things that most can’t come back from. He’s just no good for you.”

Y/N shook her head as she stood up from her desk chair. She wanted to meet her dads eye, show him that she’s still the spitfire that he had raised her to be.

“None of that fucking matters Dad. You’re a Son, you’ve done the same things and I never look at you any different.” She took a step closer, “So why the fuck does it matter that its Happy? He’s more than proven that he will be able to take care of me, to keep me safe. And he makes me so happy Dad, isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted for me to be happy?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to keep the tears from forming or falling. She didn’t want to argue with her dad especially not over something like this.

“Of course, I want you to be happy,” he nearly shouted, “But not with a Son, not with someone who could be putting you in danger.”

“This fuckin’ club is my family because of you and that’s why there’s always a chance that I’m in danger. So why shouldn’t I find a guy who can make me happy and protect me against the people that are after me because of you?” Y/N sighed as she looked at her father. He stood in the same spot with the same amount of rage behind his eyes. “Forget it, I’m not going to keep arguing with you.”

Y/N pushed her way past her father, catching his shoulder on her way to the door. She ripped the door open and watched a dozen men outside attempt to look busy as she stomped through the parking lot. No one attempted to stop her instead letting her storm to her car and peel out of the parking lot. Everyone cut their eyes to Chibs who still seemed to be fuming as the roar of a motorcycle’s engine roared through the air. Signaling Happy had decided to follow Y/N out of the parking lot.

Y/N slammed her front door as she walked into her house her anger at her father coming to the surface. She was livid with her father; he had no right to be that angry at her for dating someone. She wasn’t sixteen anymore, she was an adult who was completely capable of thinking for herself and making her own decisions. She didn’t need her father to tell her want to do anymore, so why he thought he was still able to was astonishing.

“Babe?” Happy’s voice sounded through the house, reaching Y/N in the kitchen and breaking her from her thoughts. However, she did not respond to him scared that if she did she would end up crying or screaming.

“Baby,” he tried one more time as he stepped foot into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he saw Y/N leaning against her countertop with her eyes closed, practically shaking. As he moved into the kitchen Y/N didn’t react to her boyfriend, not until he was directly in front of her and pulling her into his arms.

“Why does he have to be such an ass?” Y/N mumbled into Happy’s chest as she wrapped her own arms around Happy’s torso.

“Because he wants what is best for his baby girl.” Happy rubbed his hand up and down Y/N’s back as she tightened her arms around him. “And I’m not that.”

Y/N looked up at Happy with wet eyes, the fear of him breaking up with her running through her mind, “But you are Hap, you’re the best guy I could ever ask for even if you are a little rough around the edges.”

Happy cracked a small smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. As he did he thought to himself that they were going to be okay, the two of them would get through this and Chibs would pull his head out of his ass eventually.

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 3 years

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Four

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2960

Warnings: Itsy bitsy amount of angst, bad language words, mentions of phone sex and masturbation

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

“James?”

You held your breath after you uttered the name into the phone’s speaker. Your heart galloped at the thought of actually speaking to him. You’d be lying if you had said you hadn’t imagined how his voice sounded. You pictured something deep and raspy but drawled and sweet.

In the last five days, you’d imagined many things about James. Not just the sound of his voice, but his laugh, too. Rich and soothing. And of his scent- distinctly his own or a fresh, citrusy cologne of bergamot and tangerines. You imagined his rough, calloused hands sliding over your skin in slow motion.

And how he kissed. You daydreamed about that, too. Often. You couldn’t count how many times you’d stared at his sorry excuse for a selfie. You found yourself drawn to it daily. It was only part of his face, but what you could see was ruggedly handsome. His lips looked soft and delectable. You pictured yourself nibbling on his bottom lip, deepening its color to blush pink.

A sharp sigh escaped through your nose as you waited for his reply. Maybe he hadn’t heard you the first time? “James?” you asked again. “Hello?”

No response.

You pulled the phone away from your ear to make sure you were still connected. The call-time counter ticked ominously second by second on the screen. You tucked the device back under your hair to find the call was still active.

Did he get cold feet and change his mind last minute? He hadn’t hung up yet, so you weren’t exactly sure why he was waiting. Maybe he was tongue-tied? Or hadn’t expected you to pick up?

“Did you butt-dial me, James?” you laughed, trying to dispel some of your anxiety.

You heard a muffled “ shit” and two beeps. You glanced at the phone’s screen again, and call ended flashed in bold white.

Ignoring the hang-up, you immediately re-dialed James. The line rang and rang. And rang.

You weren’t confident you were going to speak with James, the longer the rings continued. He wasn’t ready to talk to you yet, and that was okay. It had only been five days.

Five days wasn’t long enough to build a bond over stupid Would You Rather? questions or form a simmering crush on a stranger that made your stomach flip whenever he sent you a funny cat meme. Nope. Five days was much too short of time for anything.

A generic voicemail greeting clicked over and rudely beeped at you. You took a deep breath and quickly thought of a reason to be calling someone who didn’t want to talk. “Hey, James. Just calling you back. It’s (Y/N), by the way. I’m not sure if you meant to call the first time or if sneaky ninjas have accosted you and somehow did a crazy pocket dial. Y’know, because of the whole military-trained assassin athlete mchottie thing. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And no pressure! If you’re not comfortable talking on the phone, I completely understand. I’m sweating bullets just talking to your voicemail box.” You chuckled nervously. You were starting to babble.

“Anyway,” you continued. “I hope you’re well. And don’t leave me hangin’. I really wanna know if you’d rather sneeze every hour or burp when you saw a pretty girl.” You laughed again. “Goodbye, James.”

You mashed the end call button and face-planted into one of the throw pillows on your couch. You groaned loudly into the fabric, chastising yourself in your head. If he didn’t want to talk before, he most definitely wouldn’t want to now. You shook your head in disbelief. Sneaky ninjas, seriously? What. The. Fuck?

Hours later, while in the middle of a Say Yes to the Dress marathon (dammit Robyn!) and a self-induced diabetic coma of ice cream and chips, your phone vibrated. You swat at it on the coffee table with a foot, only to realize you lack the limberness or the dexterity in your toes to retrieve the phone. As a result, it tumbled to the ground as you groaned in displeasure. Cursing your luck, you bent forward to pick it up. Awakening the phone’s black screen, a text popped into view.

James Sorry

Your heart lurched for a moment. With every second that had passed since you’d left your voicemail for James, the least likely you’d felt he’d call back or even respond. Hence the pity party with Ben & Jerry and Cool Ranch Doritos.

James My so-called “friends” grabbed my phone from me and led to accidentally calling you.

Ahh, the old “invade-your-friend’s-privacy” maneuver, you thought, shaking your head.

James I didn’t want to hang up on you, but I’m not quite ready to talk yet. I like what we have.

Your heart flopped. You liked what you had, too, but a small part of you- a dumb part- wanted just a little more.

Shaking off the feeling of longing churning your insides, you thumbed over the screen to reply.

You No worries, James. We can go at whatever speed you like.

It was weird to have the guy, for once, want to take things slow. Usually, it was always you pumping the brakes in the relationship. Was this even a relationship, though? Were all the texting and personal questions leading somewhere? Or were you bound to end up friends with an interesting story to tell your other friends?

Not allowing your negative thoughts to curtail the joy of finally texting James again, you quickly punched out:

You I’m just glad you’re okay and not being held for ransom somewhere.

James It would take a whole horde of ninjas to take me down.

You giggled at the confidence contained in this one text, but talking to a girl on the phone threw him for a loop. We are definitely back in junior high, you thought.

You You sound awfully confident for a man who wouldn’t talk to a friend on the phone.

James You don’t want to talk to me.

You pinched your eyebrows together in frustration to form a crease between them. Was he serious?

You Sure, I do. I have a bet going with myself on how your voice sounds. Is it deep and masculine or high-pitched like you sucked in helium?

James Which are you betting on?

You pulled your bottom lip in by your teeth, biting softly. You smirked as you thought of the two options. The former would be nice, but the latter would be pretty damn funny.

You I mean, deep and masculine is very desirable. Listening to the low timbre of a man’s voice is very relaxing for me. But, considering the ridiculous “selfie” you sent me, I’m placing my money on high-pitched.

James What was wrong with my selfie?!

Somehow, you knew that would get him worked up.

You Well, for starters: I can only see, like, part of your face! Did a blind person teach you how to take them??

You And secondly, there clearly wasn’t enough “Blue Steel.” With cheekbones and pouty lips like yours and a chiseled jaw, I’d be blue-steeling the shit out of all my selfies!

A wave of remorse washed over you once you hit send. Had you really compared him to Zoolander? Not only had you objectified him by mentioning how aesthetically pleasing he was (let’s face it- he’s really, really, really ridiculously good looking), but you may have criticized him for his terrible selfie abilities. At that moment, as you waited for the inevitable “fuck off” text to come through, you wished for a giant sinkhole to appear under your apartment and swallow you whole. What were you thinking?

James First off, I’m a selfie amateur. My past line of work limited my contact and/or exposure to the outside world. I didn’t learn what a selfie even was until recently. Remember, I’m also a man of mystery. I’m trying to keep up appearances and can’t reveal too much.

James What is “Blue Steel”? I’m not very pop-culture savvy unless it happened before 1944.

James Did you just call me pretty??

Your cheeks flushed with the heat of a thousand suns. He called you out as you expected him to do.

You Uh...

You Are we gonna talk about the fact you said you didn’t know about pop culture after 1944?? You are a grandpa!

James Nice try with the subject change! Admit it- you think I’m pretty.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, that would be the thing he focused on out of the whole conversation.

You I have no idea what you’re talking about.

If all else fails--deny, deny, deny.

James Right. Sure about that, doll?

Your pulse spiked.

You never did like pet names before you met James, but doll had a goo-ing effect on you for some reason. Everything seemed to turn to mush whenever he mentioned the word.

You Absolutely. I have no reason to believe that if you weren’t a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie, you’d be a male model. None what-so-ever.

James Uh-huh. I’m going to pretend that you aren’t lying through your teeth and getting back to our scintillating game of Would You Rather?

James I’d burp every time I saw a pretty dame, by the way. I wouldn’t want to take my chances with sneezing in my sleep. Would you rather eat only fruits or vegetables for one year?

Several nights after the voicemail incident, you were sitting in Penelope with Robyn after work. She wanted to meet up to decide which centerpieces worked best for the reception. Scattered across the table were three samples she and Kevin had narrowed it down to. With your thumb, while playing with a corner of the hand-drawn example closest to you, a sigh escaped your nose.

Your sister’s talent mesmerized you. Each storyboard showed the intricate detail of the flowers and candles themselves and what the tables would look like next to each other with every centerpiece. You were in awe.

“These are so good, Robbie! They must have taken forever to put together,” you said, admiring a different sample on the table.

“Nah,” she replied, brushing the compliment aside. “Just an afternoon’s time last week.”

“Well, shit. I hope they’re paying you the big bucks at work.”

She quirked an eyebrow devilishly as she reached for her drink. “You know it,” she jested before taking a sip.

You laughed at her cheekiness. Robyn had always been a go-getter. One of the many attributes you loved about her. Never took no for an answer.

“Soooo,” she drawled as she set her glass down. “How have you been?”

You looked up swiftly, eyeing her suspiciously before returning your gaze to the storyboard in your hands. “I’m still alive if that’s what you’re asking.” You set the drawing down to take a drink from your glass. “Haven’t been murdered yet, but the night is still young.”

Robyn rolled her eyes at your petulance. “You know I worry about you. Are you still texting James?”

You smiled sweetly. “Each day that goes by, you act more and more like Mom. You know that?”

Robyn scoffed. “I do not!”

She could deny it all she wanted, but Robyn was turning into the spitting image of your mother. You laughed again. “You do too. Even down to the eye roll.”

She folded her arms over her chest, waiting for you to answer her question.

Two could play this game.

You wiped the corner of your mouth with your napkin unhurriedly. “If you must know, yes, James and I are still texting.”

“Has he sent any dick pics or asked for nudes?” Robyn asked earnestly.

“Yup. We engage in wildly pornographic phone sex every night.”

Robyn glanced around the restaurant with eyes wide as saucers, making sure none of the other patrons heard you. “(Y/N), I’m serious! Has he propositioned you?”

You huffed a small laugh. “Nope,” you admitted. “In fact, he’s the one that wants to take things slow. He accidentally called me the other day and hung up from jitters.” Robyn didn’t need to know the full truth.

“The jitters?” Robyn queried.

“Yeah. I even called him back, but he let it go to voicemail.”

“Then, he must be weird or ugly.”

You grimaced at her assumption. “Ew, Robbie. Don’t be gross,” you chastised. “He’s the opposite of ugly. I might even go as far as to call him handsome.”

“How? You don’t know what he looks like,” Robyn questioned.

You took a quick sip of your drink, holding up a finger. “Au, contraire mon frère. He sent me a selfie in the very beginning.”

Robyn looked at you, perplexed. “You know you just called me your brother, right?”

You waved a hand at her to dismiss her accusation. “Ma soeur just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” You pulled your phone out to offer proof.

“You can barely see his face!” she exclaimed. “What if he’s horribly disfigured on the other side? Or missing an arm?”

You shrugged. “Then, he’s missing an arm.” You got a distant look in your eyes as you recalled the last ten days of texting with James. “He’s different, Robbie. He’s smart and funny and caring. Polite. It feels like he has an old soul. He calls me doll for chrissakes!”

“Are you sure he isn’t some crusty, old man?” Robyn gagged at the thought.

“No, I don’t,” you chuckled in response. The faraway look returned after a moment. “To me, he’s just James.”

Realization dawned on Robyn’s face, lighting her up like a light bulb. “Oh, my god. You like him.”

“Well, yeah,” you acknowledged, “he’s my friend.”

“No. You like him like him.”

Your face reddened quickly with the awareness of your feelings. They weren’t real, were they? Shaking your head, you replied, ”Nothing will happen, Robbie. It’s just a crush.”

Skeptically, she agreed, “Uh-huh.”

“What?”

“I believe that as much as I welcome a cold sore on my wedding day.” She scrunched her nose at the thought of a gross, red blemish on her face for her big day.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. “If I fall head over heels, madly in love with James by your wedding day, I’ll owe you a hundred bucks.”

Robyn raised a sculpted brow in interest. “I’m listening.”

“One hundred dollars. End of negotiation,” you stated. “I don’t have a spare hundred bucks, so it will be a motivator not to fall for James. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”

She smiled smugly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Uh-huh.”

“Will you stop saying that?” you said, throwing a piece of lettuce at her face. “You definitely sound like Mom.”

Robyn huffed in annoyance, back-handing your shoulder softly. “Shuddup! I do not!”

You chortled heartily at the mini tantrum she was throwing about becoming Mom. You’d say anything at this point to get her to forget about you and James.

In all honesty, there was no you and James. Not really. You were friends, but could you move past that?

He was hiding something.

Something big.

And it wasn’t part of the whole “man of mystery” persona, either. James was holding back.

He had a hard time giving up anything personal to you that went beyond his likes and dislikes, which led you to believe he had found it difficult to trust.

It angered you deeply without really knowing why. Something in his past had sparked the inability. You only wish you knew what.

Deep down, you could really see yourself falling for James, and that scared you to death.

Breaking you from your reverie, Robyn piped up, “You know, James is probably jerking off to your voicemail.”

“Oh, absolutely!” you retorted, both of you dissolving into a giggling fit.

After leaving Robyn with a clear choice for centerpieces, you made your way back home. After a fifty-minute subway ride, you popped into the corner bodega for some essentials for the coming week.

Sauntering up the stairs to your third-floor walk-up, you steadied your armful of groceries with each step. It had been a long week, and now with the revelation of how you felt about James clouding your mind, a glass of wine, ice cream, and a bubble bath sounded good right about now.

You could barely see over the bags and juggled them precariously. As you stepped onto your floor, you recognized the voice of your next-door neighbor down the hall. He was talking with someone, but you couldn’t tell with whom or what about.

Blindly, you called out, “Hey, Peter? Can you be a lifesaver and help a neighbor out?” You heard the scuffle of footsteps over tile rush toward you.

Sighing in relief, you relinquished two bags to the arms reaching out. “Thanks, Pete! You’re a pe-”

You stopped mid-sentence when your view was finally cleared. Your sixteen-year-old neighbor wasn’t standing before you but a tall man with chestnut hair tied in a knot. Your lips parted slightly as your eyes widened to take in the figure’s full breadth holding your groceries.

Your eyes flicked to Peter as everything came back to focus. He was adjusting your other two bags in his arms.

“Miss (Y/L/N), this is Mr. Barnes from my Stark internship. He’s a friend. He was helping me with some history homework,” Peter explained, gesturing to the hulking man standing outside your apartment door.

“Peter,” you admonished, “how many times-” Last names weren’t meant to be spoken by friends slash neighbors.

Peter winced. “Right! Sorry, (Y/N)!” he apologized. “This is Bucky.”

Recognition crossed your face at the name. Smiling, you stuck out your hand in front of you. “Bucky Barnes, it’s nice to meet you.”

Bucky shifted one of your bags in his arms to reach out his hand. He smiled softly, “ Li-likewise.”

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The Switch //pt.1

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Pairing: Avengers x Fem! Avenger! Teenager!, Witch! Reader, Peter Parker x Fem! Avenger! Witch! Reader

Warnings: Violence, typos, If I forgot any please tell me.

(Shitty) Summary: You hold the powers you can't control, what happens when you start to lose control?

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Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Reader's age: 16

A/N: sorry that the beginning is so slow of a start, but I work long and hard on this so please enjoy.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this! You don't have to kill him!" Steve yelled as you held Sam in your magic grip.

"He tried to trap me, Steve. He must be punished" You said. "Like you said, bad people must be punished."

A painful scream left Sam's mouth as your green energy squeezed more air out of him.

You woke up drenched in sweat as you woke up from your dream. This was bad, this was a sign that your powers are a curse.

You got out of bed and changed your clothes. "Don't let this distract you, Y/N" you whispered to yourself.

You dressed in a AC/DC t-shirt with a pair of jeans. Tony always preferred that you dressed up when it came to meeting new team members, but you didn't really feel like it today.

You didn't feel like meeting your new team member. You didn't wanna hurt them, you didn't wanna risk anything.

You walked down stairs and took a seat in the conference room.

"Everyone, this is Peter Parker, he is our new team member" Tony announced.

Something about the boy grabbed your attention, you found him quite handsome. Peter had adorable brown puppy eyes and warm brown hair.

You dazed back into reality as soon you heard your name.

"Y/N? Do we have your attention?" Natasha asked.

"What? Yeah, of course" you responded, not knowing what was happening anymore.

"Good, you're gonna show Peter to his new room" Tony said.

You didn't wanna show Peter to his room, because you didn't wanna embarrass yourself in front of him. You were known for always tripping while walking up and down the stairs.

Even if you were one of the many strongest members on the team, that didn't mean you weren't clumsy.

"Yeah. Right this way Peter" you said as you got up from your seat. You grabbed Peter's wrist and led him out of conference room.

You and Peter were half way up the first set of stairs, and you had already almost fell twice.

"So you don't recognize me" Peter said as you two continued walking up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, but have we actually met before?" You asked.

"We go to the same school, and you sit next to me in calculus" Peter tried to refresh your mind.

Then it finally hit you. "Oh, you're spiderman's 'friend'" you responded, add air quotes around friend.

"Well, plot twist, I am sp-" Peter was cut off from you finishing the sentence.

You two finally made it up the stairs.

"Follow me" you told Peter, grabbing his wrist again.

"So where is your room?" Peter asked

"My room is next to your room" you answered.

You still didn't understand the feeling Peter gave you.

"This is Wanda's and Vision's room" you showed Peter where everyone else's room was. "And this your room" you added.

"Can I see your room?" Peter asked as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Sure, my room is just right across from your's actually" you told him.

You opened your bedroom door and welcomed him in. You told him not to mind some of the clothes on the floor.

"So this is your room" Peter muttered as he looked around.

He picked up your sketch book from your desk and looked through it.

"Is this you?" He asked as pointed at the sketch drew the other night.

It was from a dream you had a few night's ago. It was like the one you had this morning, except this time there was a boy's face that you couldn't quite make up.

"Yeah, I draw what dream" you said "it's kinda part of my powers" you added.

"What're you power's?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Well I have energy manipulation" you answered

"Like Wanda?" Peter asked another question.

"Yeah, except mine is green" you answered "I have light and shadow manipulation, and I predict the future in my dreams" you continued.

"Tony always wants me to draw what ever was in my dreams, that way I can always remember them. Or incase there something important I predict." You took the sketch book from him.

You flipped it to the next page, where it showed you crying and levitating in the air while the mysterious boy tried to calm you. You didn't know much about the boy, you couldn't see his face. All you knew of the dream boy was that he wore a white t-shirt that a stupid math problem on it.

"There's this boy I saw in my dream the other night. I don't know what his face looks like, or what his name is" you told Peter. "But I know that he's gonna help me sometime in the future."

He looked at the photo, "ya know it's funny that I have that same shirt" Peter he shared with a giggle.

Could this be a coincidence or could he be that boy in your dreams. You hated jumping to conclusions, but in this case it was important.

"Peter, I think it's time you go unpack your stuff" you told him.

"Okay, I'll see you at dinner" Peter responded as he walked towards the door

After Peter left you brought out your sketch pencils and alcohol markers. It was time for you too draw your earlier dream before you forgot it. You turned your music speakers to blast, before playing My Chemical Romance.

You started to sketch out the out line of your new suit that you've never worn in your life, nor owned. Maybe it was one you gained in the future.

"Y/N, dinner!" You were called from down stairs "I'll be down in a minute!" you yelled in response.

You put your pencil down and turned down your music, before walking down stairs.

"What's for dinner?" You asked as you took a seat between Clint and Bruce.

"Pepper made broccoli and mac & cheese" Wanda answered in response.

They all started talking about their day, when all of a sudden your named was called.

"Earth to Y/N" Tony snapped his finger trying grab your attention, you finally looked up. "Any interesting dreams?" Tony continued.

A nervous feeling struck in your body. Now wasn't the perfect time to tell them what you've seen. Suddenly the lights started to flicker and everyone's shadows began to move on their own.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Clint asked as he grabbed your shaking hand.

What wasn't wrong? You could lose control of your powers any minute now, and you didn't know how.

"Nothing, I'm fine" you lied, before taking a bite of your broccoli.

"Are you sure? Your hand is shaking, like crazy" Bruce commented.

"I think I'm just gonna go lay down" you excused yourself from the table, and suddenly the shadows stopped.

"Y/N?" The brown haired boy spoke.

"Babe?" You hovered down towards him, "I knew you'd come back" a tear trickled down your face.

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