#i’m chopping it out and sticking it on my wall

[cicada-dyke]

YALL THEY PICKED THE HATS FOR OUR GRAND FINALLY AND PLS LOOK AT THEM

#we’re living this shit hole once and forever #with pink cowboy hats #straight to slaughter #we get holiday 2 weeks before the other classes to prepare for the exam #oh it’s gonna be great #also the photo album is done #and not to brag or anything #but my friends and i have the best group picture by far #the second i’m getting my hands on the thing #i’m chopping it out and sticking it on my wall #it’s basically two of my friends in a dramatic tango dip #another one of my friends holding this dude bridal style #and me laying on the bench #pretending to be shot by another one #even funnier is that we though the entire thing through but when the time came #we had 4 seconds #so we’re all half on the move #i hate pictures of myself but that one is just >>> #everyone is there posing on the bench #sitting and hugging #and then there’s us #shut up uno

[trendywaifus]

↳ i’m like the wind, baby!

turns out the infamous serial killer is pretty hot and stupid so you take advantage of that. — inspired by scary movie.

↳ featuring, ghostface! stelle

(cw)— fem! dom! reader, reader is a pervert, stelle has a cock, humiliation, vaginal sex, penetration, blowjob, overstimulation, dubcon, handjob, teasing, cursing, pet names, injury

you yelped at the abrupt sound of the shitty telephone ringing through the kitchen, breaking the ominous silence. with a racing heart, you stalk over towards the phone. sighing heavily through your nose, you picked up the phone reluctantly,

“ hello? look, this isn’t funny, stop calling my—“

a deep feminine voice interrupts you,

“ i’m going to kill you, i’m going to chop you up into pieces and stuff you into a trash bag. “

you gasped in shock, “ wh-what the fuck? who are you, how did you get my num—“

“ i’m in the house. “ the woman giggles on the other end. you immediately pace over to the living room, looking around the room frantically as they continued to taunt and giggle into your ear like a child.

“ i can be anywhere, i’m like the wind, baby. where am i? “

your gaze landed on a pair of black shoes sticking out from the side of the couch. brows furrowed with confusion, you responded back, “ uhm. .you’re behind the couch? “ what caused you to be puzzled even more was the genuine confusion in their voice upon your discovery.

“ h-how, how did you know? “

you wanted to face palm so bad.

“ because your shoes are literally poking out from the side of the couch. “

clad in an all black costume with the rumored ghost face mask, the killer immediately stands up, groaning with the phone still pressed up against their ear through the mask. “ okay, okay— let me try again. turn around! no peeking! “

fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turned around. grunting and rustling bounces of the walls of the living room. was this really the killer that supposedly committed multiple brutal murders?

“ okay, now you can turn around. can you guess where i am now? “ they asked, giggling. you turned back around, already noticing the knife poking around from behind the curtains of the large window. “nooo, i don’t. where could you possibly be? “ you inquired sarcastically, slowly walking out the room, hoping to sneak towards the front door to escape.

“ i’ll give you a big clue! “ they popped out from the behind the curtains, somehow jumpscaring the absolute shit out of you. you dropped the phone in terror and sprinted towards the stairs. before they can follow behind you, they randomly slipped on the wooden floor. hearing the loud thump accompanied with a soft groan, you whipped your head around to see what happened. your jaw dropped in shock at the mask and knife strewn about on the floor.

“ holy shit! you’re a woman?! a handsome looking one at that! “ you gawked, looking over at the grey–haired woman in awe. at this point, you’re not even scared anymore. “ seriously, now i don’t even mind you being a dumb serial killer, why don’t we settle this in bed? “

a deep blush appears on her cheeks. “ you’re such a freak! i’m definitely cutting off your tongue first! “ she hurriedly slides her mask back on and grabs her knife before running up the stairs after you. “ and i’m the freak! “ you quickly grabbed a random vase from a small shelf and threw it at her. it shatters on her head and stuns her for a few moments, giving you enough time to run up the last flight of stairs and dash to your room. you snatched the bat from your closet and hid behind the door.

not a second later, she comes rushing in the bedroom, breathing heavily. “ shit, why is this mask so stuffy? “ she mumbles to herself then blurts out, “ come out, skank. maybe i’ll give you a chance if you let me drag my totally big, super sharp, knife across your pretty skin—“

you tip–toed over to the supposed killer, raising your bat to strike her. her back was facing you which made it quite easy to whack her on the head. “gotcha, you dumb raccoon!” you grinned, proudly watching her tumble over to the bed, groaning in pain. you have her right where you want her. you pounced on the taller woman, taking the knife from her hand and tossed it somewhere in the room. “ honestly, how did i catch you first and i’m suppose to be the victim? “ you mused loudly, flipping her around on her back and pulled the mask off from her head.

she peers at you through her messy grey hair, shockingly beautiful golden eyes dazed from the blow to the head. you kind of felt bad, she reminded you of a hurt puppy. you straddled her hips, pinning her wrists down with both hands. “ i didn’t hit you too hard, did i baby? here, i’ll make you feel better.” you pressed your lips against hers hungrily, not caring about the metallic taste. perhaps you may have hit her too hard because she’s barely even fighting back.

“ lemme go. .” she demands weakly. you pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “ and to do what, sweetheart? kill me? you’re cute. “ you laughed, running a hand over her chest and squeezed one of the supple mound of flesh. it felt like it was little above average. “ tits probably bigger than mine. “

she emits a cute little mewl, a suspicious object brushes against your thigh. curious, you instinctively palmed it. the pretty woman moans loudly, buckling her hips against your hand. “ don’t tell me. .” your gaze skims down to confirm your suspicions. you squeeze it experimentally, she whimpers. you stroke it, it pulsates. “ pl-please stop. .” she looks at you with tears already in her eyes. why was she the one begging and crying?

“ you have a dick? wow, it feels like i caught a rare pokémon. “

you pulled down the zipper of her ragged black pants and freed her cock from her boxers. it stood up proud, not too big or small at all; it was the perfect size with decent girth and curve. “ fuck, how could you be a killer, “ your hand wraps around her cock and stroking it painfully slow. “ but be so fuckin’ silly and dumb? “

“ d-don’t call me dumb! “ she chokes out through her tears, biting her lips to hold back a throaty moan. pre-cum pools out of her mushroom tip, you swiped your fingers over it to use it as lube. you grinned mischievously and dipped down to whisper in her ear. “ but you are, pretty girl. you broke into my home and waste my time to try at your attempt to “kill” me? play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.“ you fastened your pace, fisting her throbbing cock.

she sobs, arching her back in pleasure as she feels the tension tighten in her abdomen. “shit, m’gonna cum—cumming! “ her cock pulsates, thick ropes of cum spurts everywhere and gets all over the sheets and her pants. “ woah, you came so much from just me stroking you, this is practically straight out of a shitty porn scene. “ you scoffed.

exhausted, her chest heaves heavily, mind clouded with lust. the fact that her dick was still hard made your heart jump with excitement. she watches you with tired eyes as you reposition yourself between her legs. “ you still have more for me, good. “ you encircles your lips around her shaft, licking at the remains of her cum. her breathe hitches as she feels your warm mouth fully take her.

you lazily moved your lips up and down on her sensitive cock, taking note of the occasional twitch in your mouth.“ o-oh shit. .! “ she breathes, her gloved hands flies to your head, weakly tugging at your (h/c) locks. the flat of your warm tongue drags itself along the base, leaving trails of saliva and cum. she desperately pushes her hips further against your mouth, allowing more of her cock to inch further to the back of your throat. “your mouth feels s’good! ”she whimpers, fat tears running down her flush cheeks.

in response, you moved faster and albeit sloppily, so did her hips. the lewd slurping noises coming from you completely pushed her over the edge. “ f-fuck, i’m cumming again! “ she throws her head back in pure ecstasy, eye squeezed shut as she cums in your mouth. you swallowed the best you could but there was still lots it gushing out of your mouth and dribbling down her cock.

you pulled away, licking the remains of her seed off your lips. “ w-want m-more. “ she whines softly at the loss of warmth and pleasure. you chuckled at her eagerness and undid your jeans then discarded them on the floor. “ oh, you will. “ you positioned yourself over her length, pulling your soaked panties to the side. “ i’m not gonna miss a chance to fuck a hot, stupid serial killer like you silly. “ lining yourself up with her tip, you slowly sinked yourself down.

your aching pussy welcomes her cock like a blanket. you moaned at the nice feeling of her stretching you out. “ fuck, you even feel perfect inside of me. “ her hands places themselves on your hips and squeezed them weakly, urging you to move. you lifted your hips up, her cock dragging against your walls before slamming back down. “ you’re s’tight. . ! “ she moanful groans, trying her best to keep up with your little ruts. drool escapes her lips, nothing but pleasure and euphoria fills her body. “ I know baby, you can handle it. “ you cooed.

the bed creaks with every roll of your hips, pushing her further into the mattress. grey hair messily splayed across the sheets, face cutely scrunched up, and lips parted open; waiting to be swollen up by your lips—why does she gotta be so—

“ damn stupid?! “ you cried disappointedly, continuing to ride her dick. “ on top of that, a fucking serial killer! “

your supposed attacker was too pussy drunk to even fully comprehend your outburst.

#stelle x reader #hsr stelle #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail women x reader

[harlowsbby]

Forever Attached

Requested, late night calls with Jack while he’s away.

“Alright I think were all done here for today I’ll see you all tomorrow morning? For rehearsals yeah?” Nemo said and almost immediately Jack was out the door and headed back to his hotel room.

“Where is he going?” Ace asked as he watched Jack quickly leave the venue.

“Yeah I haven’t seen him run off that quick in my life.” 2fo added on.

“Y’all already know he’s in a rush to call Y/N, they stay on the phone all night.” Urban said.

“Really? How do you know I thought the two of you weren’t sharing rooms this tour.” Nemo asked.

“All ima say is the walls are very very thin.” Urban shivered at thought of possibly having to hear the two of you again tonight.

Ace and Nemo gave one another a knowing look and immediately felt pity on Urban.

When Jack arrived back to the hotel he quickly made his way to his room and locked the door behind him.

He sent you a quick text stating that he was going to shower real quick and that he’d call you right after. Being away from you was one of the hardest things Jack has ever had to do.

He loved being around you and making sure you’re always around him 24/7.

After a quick wash up he turned off the water and put on a pair of gray sweats, he didn’t bother putting on a shirt. He applied some lotion and a few hair products into his hair before leaving the bathroom and flopping onto the bed.

He looked at his phone seeing you had texted him back from earlier. He went to your contact and hit the FaceTime button after a few rings you finally answered.

“Damn about time I thought your ass fell asleep.”Jack joked as your face appeared on the screen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you sat up a bit in your bed so your face would be more visible.

“Let’s not do too much now Jack or else I’ll hang up, it’s already pass my bedtime.”

He always felt guilty whenever he’d call you so late even though you reassured him that you didn’t mind, he still felt guilty keeping you up.

“You wouldn’t hang up on me.” He teased and you looked at him with a eyebrow raised. “And what makes you say that?”

“Because you miss me.” You huffed. “I do miss you but you didn’t say you missed me? Wow I guess I’m chopped liver.” You faked cried, he smacked his lips.

“Here you go you know I miss you, I’ve been talking about you to the guys all day long.”

“Oh I know Urban had sent me a few videos of you reminiscing on our little gas station runs.” He cheeks started heating up. “He did? Ima beat his ass tomorrow.” You both laughed.

“I thought it was cute I can’t wait for you to come back home, this bed gets cold when you aren’t in it to keep me warm.” You pouted and faced the camera to show his side of the bed, that was now replaced with a Winnie a Pooh bear.

“Well it doesn’t seem that empty you’ve replaced me with a stuffed animal.” He gasped which made you laugh. “You’re so silly Jack.” You smiled.

“But that’s why you love me.” You nodded.

“That’s true but I love you for many other reasons.” That last sentence had you wanting to hear more.

“You care to name a few of them?” He asked. “I think you should go first.” He smacked his lips.

“Fine, I just hope Urban can’t hear me.”

He readjusted his spot on the bed so that was he was laying flat on his stomach and holding his phone up with his right hand.

Your stomach began to flutter as you studied his face. A few of his wet curls were sticking to the side of his face and the way his eyes always seemed to shimmer like the ocean always made you so weak.

“I’m waiting.” You song sang. “How many reasons do I have to give?” You thought about it for a few seconds.

“Give me 5.” He nodded his head and thought about it.

“I love you because you’re always there for me, you’re always making sure I’m doing well even when I push you away you just never give up on me.” He said.

“Three more reasons.” He laughed.

“You make me laugh, you’re my comfort person and lastly you complete me.” He paused. “I remember telling Urban how one day I just wanna meet someone that I can love on and call mine and I’m so glad I’m able to call you mine Y/N.”

“You’re my person too Jack, I’m so glad we found one another.” He smiled as well.

“Me too baby, me too. I can’t wait to fly you out. I miss you so fucking much you have no idea.”

You grinned. “Oh yeah? What do you plan on doing when I get there.” He smirked. “I can think of a few things.”

“A few things like what?” You whispered and before Jack was able to say something a knock came from his door followed by the door being unlocked.

“Urban? Ace?! What are you two doing? And how did you get a key to my room.” You watched with a hint of glee and entertainment.

“Tell him Urban.” Ace said and pushed Urban forward. “I mean I just came to ask if you know you’d keep it down tonight I didn’t get much sleep last night.” Urban mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked and that’s when your mouth dropped in horror.

“You could hear me?!?” Jack! I thought you said you weren’t sharing rooms with Urban that’s so embarrassing.” You yelled through the phone.

“I’m not! I guess the walls are super thin.” With the two of you being away from each other and not being able to physically touch one another, phone sex was really the only option you had to satisfy your personal needs.

“And why are you here Ace?” Ace shrugged his shoulders. “I got bored and by the way you’re such a simp I heard all the reasons as to why you love Y/N.” Ace teased.

“You’re my person I just love you so much.” Urban tried mimicking Jack.

“I prayed for times like this I’m just so glad I found you.” Ace added on.

“Oh Jack you’re just so sweet! I can’t wait to give you needless kisses.” Urban mimicked you and the two of them made kissing sounds, Jack’s cheeks grew red in embarrassment.

“You know what ima knock the both of you out since you wanna be all in my business.” Urban and Ace quickly ran out the door with Jack right behind them.

“Oh, so you’re just gonna leave me here.” You spoke though the phone as Jack’s phone laid on the bed.

“Jack! Come back and get me.” You yelled and huffed before hanging up the phone call.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[beansprean]

Ghost Memo, watching Nadja about to scrub a 273-year-old wool rug with a wet mop coated in bleach and guano: No no no no no

ANYWAY this is my official season 5 wishful thinking AU, it's not going to be a formal comic timeline like my other stuff but I’m a little obsessed with it! Anything about it will be tagged #MFG s5 au

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. The house, exterior, night. Lower third reading “vampire residence”. A speech bubble from within the house cries out, “Ay, fucking- Nadja!” 1b. Full body of Nadja slumped in a an armchair in her and Laszlo’s crypt, a magazine featuring scantily clad women laid open on her lap. The same voice comes from offscreen: “Nadja! You know the rules! You drink it, you clean it!” Nadja groans loudly, head tipping back against the back of the chair, arms and legs hanging limply toward the floor, and grumbles, “Bossy fucking pig-brain…” 1c. Shot from the main foyer of the house as Nadja descends the stairs. Nandor is in the fancy room in the background, talking to the camera with a boom mic positioned above his head. Nadja sticks her tongue out in his direction as she passes. Nandor is saying, “No, I do not miss Guillermo. He made his choices. But now we all must contribute to the household until we can find a replacement familiar.”

2a. Nadja stands in the hallway, straddling the rug with hands on her hips as she glares down at a large half-dry bloodstain on the rug. A mop in a bucket of dirty water sits beside her, and Nandor’s voice is filtering in from the hallway, continuing, “Of course I am looking! Just… no one has been quite right!” 2b. Close up on the bucket, filled to the brim with bloody muddy water, as Nadja lifts the equally gross mop out of it, grumbling, “Treating me like a fucking washerwoman… not even in a sexy way…” 2c. Nadja turns back towards the stain, mop in hand, and stares down in shock when the rug appears to now be perfectly clean. 2d. Nadja snarls and throws the filthy mop angrily down at the rug with a wet splat, screaming “Fucking witches!”

3a. Close up on Nandor back in the fancy room, doing his talking head. He grimaces and picks at his fingers nervously, glancing away as he says “My reading? Uhh… it has been going very well. I have opened so many books...” From offscreen, Nadja yells “Nandor!” 3b. Shot from Nandor’s other side, framing Nadja in the doorway to the foyer. On the wall to the left there is a painting of “The Girl With The Pearl Earring” starring Laszlo. Nadja glares at Nandor with hands on hips and asks angrily, “Nandor, did you send the witches tainted fucking semens?” Nandor leans forward in his chair to face her, the camera on him also swinging over to get her in the shot. He replies, offended, “Of course not, I make only the best semens and Colin Robinson delivered my glorious seed to the witches just last week!” Nadja fires back “Well, you bloody donkeys must have done something, because they have cursed the fucking house!” 3c. Close up on the doorway, Nandor suddenly standing up in the corner and echoing, “Cursed?!” in fear. Laszlo sidles up to Nadja’s side, asking, “Cursed how, my dulcet darling?” Arms crossed defiantly, Nadja replies, “A cleaning curse! This is the third time I have gone to clean and the mess has disappeared on its own!”

4a. Nandor and Nadja in profile, divided by the doorway with Nandor still standing in the fancy room and Nadja in the hall. Laszlo is leaning on the door frame facing the viewer, hands casually in his pockets. He glances up at Nandor with one eyebrow raised as Nandor, looking confused, and Nadja, looking defiant, stare each other down. 4b. Nandor raises his eyebrows and folds his hands outward, placatingly, replying, “Okay…?” Laszlo grins up at his wife and says, “Sounds like a bloody good curse to me!” Nadja unfolds her arms and chops them through the air, glaring at the ceiling in exasperation as she declares, “There’s no such thing as good curses!” 4c. Close up on Laszlo in the doorway as Colin Robinson suddenly pops in from the hall, leaning in close as he throws out, “Maybe we’ve got ghosts again!” Laszlo leans away from him slightly in surprise, smile dropping. 4d. Return to previous shot. Nadja turns toward Colin, throwing out her arms angrily as she asks, “Why would a ghost want to clean our house?!” Nandor rolls his eyes upward, throwing out his own arms as he echoes, “Why would witches?!” Colin just smiles indulgently, enjoying the chaos. Laszlo hunches his shoulders uncomfortably in the doorframe, frowning as he looks away toward the fancy room.

5a. Close up on Nandor puffing himself up with superiority, hands imperiously planted on his hips as he begins, “Nadja, if you do not want to do your part of the chores-“ Nadja interrupts from offscreen, “Oh, blow it out your loose, hairy arsehole, Nandor!” The camera and boom are in view behind Nandor, eagerly recording the scene. 5b. Back in profile, Nandor leaning toward Nadja and echoing “Loose?!” in an offended way. Nadja leans right back in his space, spitting angrily, “If you would stop dragging your big, stupid feet about finding a new familiar, I wouldn’t have any bloody chores!” Nandor stutters back, “I-I am still making inquiries; it’s an important decision!” Behind them, Colin is leaning comfortably on the side of the doorframe, hands laced together in front of him and smiling as his eyes glow purple behind his glasses. Laszlo has turned to leave the frame, walking into the fancy room.

6a. Shot of the foyer from the doorway as Nadja marches away across the hall, throwing her arms up angrily as she declares, “Oh, whatever! Don’t blame me when you wake up without your testicles!” The paintings in the foyer include a vampire version of “The Scream” and a version of “American Gothic” with Nadja and Laszlo. In the foreground, Nandor stares after her with a grimace, muttering, “Fucking girl…” Colin turns toward Nandor, smiling, and prompts, “Hey Nandor, tell me more about all the books you’ve been reading.” 6b. Nadja, now alone, slumps into a high-backed chair in the library with her arms crossed, pouting at nothing. Behind her is a dilapidated side table carrying a few unlit candles and an overturned goblet crusted with blood. There are a few canvases tucked behind Nadja’s chair including one that appears to be a version of “The Creation of Adam” with Laszlo as Adam and Nadja as God, surrounded by bats.

7a. Close up on Nadja’s face in profile as she snarls and mutters to herself, “Stupid bloody men, never fucking listening to me…” 7b. Repeat of previous panel. Nadja’s eye widen in shock, mouth snapping tightly closed as a voice offscreen replies, “Tell me about it.”

8a. Bird’s eye view of Nadja sitting up in her chair with mouth agape, hands gripping the arms, and staring upward toward the ceiling. The edge of a familiar face is in the foreground, glowing with a bluish-green light. Nadja calls out instinctively, “What?!” 8b. Nadja repeats “What?!” even louder as we see what she sees: Guillermo, glowing bluish green, floating near the ceiling and absently cleaning a large portrait on the wall with a rag and unlabeled spray bottle. He is wearing the same sweater from the season 4 finale. Ghost Guillermo looks over his shoulder to meet Nadja’s eyes, surprised. 8c. Overlapping close ups of Guillermo and Nadja as he turns toward her fully, eyes wide and flushed with excitement as he cries, “Wait…Nadja, you can see me?!” Nadja stares back at him mutely in horror. In the bottom right corner is text reading “to be continued…?”

9. In the style of a movie poster. Ghost Guillermo, wearing that same sweater and a ghostly tail instead of legs, takes up the center of the frame, glowing in hues of blue, green, and purple. He has a feather duster held up in one hand and is holding the forefinger of the other to his open lips in a shushing gesture. Behind him in the top right is the vampire residence at a low dramatic angle, red door glowing angrily as light night strikes the sky beyond. Just below is a bust of Derek in his work clothes, looking up at Ghost Guillermo with a nervous smile. In the top left is a bust of Vampire Guillermo, wearing a red waistcoat and no glasses, scowling over his shoulder at his ghost self. Behind him, a silver crucifix with a broken chain floats past. At the bottom, Nadja, Laszlo, Colin Robinson, and Nandor stand waist-up in a row looking up at Ghost Guillermo. Nadja is grinning in excitement, Laszlo looks something between bored and concerned, Colin looks uncertain, and Nandor looks distraught and worried, wringing his hands together. The tagline is written in ghostly blue: “moving out… doesn’t mean moving on!”, and the title is listed at the bottom in dripping red font: “My Familiar’s Ghost”. At the bottom further text reads “coming October 2022” and “created by beansprean”. /end ID

#WWDITS #nandermo #nadja of antipaxos #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #ghost Guillermo #vampire Guillermo #laszlo cravensworth #colin robinson #mlm #blood tw #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #my familiars ghost #my art #fanart #image described

[the-kr8tor]

I’m feeling in a really wintery mood today, so may I suggest for fluffy friday TTN hobie x reader as kids playing in the snow during winter break from school?

(Love your hobie x readers btw! Especially ttn!)

AHHH A TTN REQUEST I LOVE U FOR THIS ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you!! I'm glad you like my lil series 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, Fluff

TTN! Hobie is based on my series ❤️

It's Fluffy Friday!

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You build a fort with snow, walls almost as tall as you, cold biting at your bare hands. Maybe you should've taken your winter gloves with you. It's too late now though as Hobie places his finishing touches on his side of the battlefield. The tip of his tongue poking out from his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. He's bundled up nicely compared to you, missing your gloves.

"Hurry up, Gromit!" Hobie pats the last bit of snow on his fort, hands already forming his first snowball.

"I'm trying!" Briskly trying to complete the fort, it looks wonky on the side. You huff in annoyance.

"Need help?" Hobie asks with a snicker, you glare at him across the snow covered field.

In retaliation, you hastily mold a snowball in your hand, hiding it behind the wall. It's not a perfect shape but it'll do. Aiming for his head, you throw it with a grunt. The snowball flies across, hitting Hobie square in the face.

"Ack!" Snow slides on his skin, wiping it clean off, revealing his mischievous smile, fiery eyes staring at you. "I'm going to destroy you!"

You screech, wide smile on your face as you duck away from Hobie bombarding you with snowballs.

It was a fight to the death, giggles and laughing sounding out in the cold winter air. Hobie gets numerous hits on you whilst you focus on precision, hitting him where it hurts. His fort tumbles down from your pelting, leaving him unprotected.

He gasps out in realization, you laugh triumphantly, arms at the ready to throw your arsenal.

"You cheeky–" Hobie gets cut off by your snowball smacking him on his temple. You laugh like an evil villain. "That's how it is, huh?!" He runs towards you at full speed, snow crunching under his footsteps. Hobie grabs a handful of snow on his way.

Your eyes grow wide, yelping as he grows closer, running for dear life. Unfortunately for you, your opponent has longer legs, he catches up to you in seconds. Feeling ice sliding on your back where Hobie pushed snow inside your thick jumper.

Yelling, you try to take out the ice from your clothes, jumping and wiggling about. Hobie guffaws on the sideline, clutching his stomach in laughter.

Finally getting rid of the snow in your clothes, you tackle Hobie while he's distracted. You two tumble in the snow, bringing your frozen hands to his cheek. He shrieks at the cold making you copy his earlier laugh.

"Why aren't you wearing gloves?!" He howls out, pushing you off.

You fall on the thick snow, giggling as he fists your jacket collar. Sticking your tongue out, you try to rile him up more. "I forgot it"

"Y'know you could get frostbite from that" He tries to scare you.

"Pssh, no, I won't" you roll your eyes.

"Yuh uh, then I have to cut your fingers off just to save your hands!" He takes your hand pretending to chop it off. That does it for you, gasping in fear of losing your fingers, how are you gonna draw without them?

"Noooo!" Sitting up, you rub your hands together in a futile attempt to warm them up.

"That's not gonna work, here" Hobie takes his gloves off, putting it over your frozen hands for you.

Heart warming at the scene, you let Hobie give you his gloves. "Thanks" he lets out a quiet 'sure', "softie" you continue, he flicks your wrist at your quip.

"You want hot chocolate? I have some at home" you ask, eyes twinkling.

"Sure, but no milk for me" Hobie stands up, extending his hand to help you up.

You take his hand without question, clouds puff out of your cold lips as you beam up at him. "Let's go then! I have tiny marshmallows for it"

Hobie follows you with a wobbly smile.

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#request done #fluffy friday #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #spider punk #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #atsv fluff #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x fem!reader #ttn request #ttn! hobie and reader #fanfic #hobie fluff

[fayes-fics]

Skinny-Dip

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: A chance encounter in a rooftop pool after midnight

Warnings: Nudity, flirting. banter. Nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.0 k (250 words drabbles I am too funny)

Authors Note: Eleventh in my 2k Follower Celebration drabbles. This is a request fill for @musicismyoxygen84 with the prompt “I forgot my towel” (ask here). Sorry lovely, I have no idea where this came from, but I hope you don't mind it. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“We have to!” you point excitedly at the rooftop pool.

“You’re on your own…”

“C'mon, it will be funnnnn,” you insist. “I'm not suggesting skinnydipping; just dip our toes in!”

“Nooo. Bed for me. Too tipsy, Enjoyyyyy,” she slurs and pats your cheek.

And thus, you find yourself, without your best friend, making your way outside to the rooftop pool at 1 am. 

When you get there, there’s a lovely gentle breeze and the lights of the city twinkle all around. It’s quite magical in some ways. Or maybe that's the wine talking.

You are humming to yourself, removing your shoes and sitting at the pool edge, when you belatedly realise you are not alone. Someone is already in the pool at the far end. It's a man, only his head above the water, and he appears to be looking over at you slightly sheepishly as if you have interrupted something that he shouldn't be doing. Now that you are paying attention, you can see he is rather handsome.

“Miss, please could you do me a favour?” his smooth, refined, posh really, voice rings out.

Your brow knits. “What?”

“I don't suppose you could pass me one of those, could you?” he requests politely, nodding to the rack on the wall behind you. “I forgot my towel.”

“Why can't you get one yourself?” you retort with alcohol-induced bluntness after a brief look behind.

“I wasn't expecting anyone else to come out here…” he begins, and there appears to be an adorable tint high on his cheekbones.

“So?” you shrug.

“Well, I had thought a skinny dip would be refreshing…” he confesses awkwardly.

And the penny drops.

“Ohhhh….” 

You can't help it; your gaze drops. But even with the pool lit underwater, you can't make anything out at this distance. Sadly. If only there weren't so much chop in the water, you might have a better ch…

“Don't you believe me or something?” he questions with a teasing lilt, and you guiltily snap your eyes back to his face and see the smug crooked smile there. He knows exactly what you were doing.

“Sorry, I… look, it's a natural reaction…” you throw your hands up, your tipsy brain not bothering to attempt a lie. “I’d do the same if you told me there was a plane in the sky. I’m going to look. It’s who I am.” 

“There is a plane in the sky,” he fires back deadpan, and you look up on instinct.

Sure enough, there are indeed some telltale blinking lights.

“Well, at least you were being honest.” he chuckles.

You stick your tongue out, and that makes him laugh harder.

“So… towel? Please?” he looks hopeful.

You lean back casually on your hands, knowing it pushes out your breasts, and cock your head to the side. This could be fun.

“That seems like a you problem,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow. You want to see where this could go. If nothing else, it's a fun flirtation.

He gapes at you momentarily, and then he smirks.

“If I have to get out naked to get one for myself, it will surely become a you problem?” he opines, swimming towards you.

“I’m willing to run that risk,” you answer back, and there's a little frisson through your body as he draws closer, and you can see just how attractive he is. Oh shit, that is one handsome face.

“Well, I suppose I should introduce myself as you insist on seeing me in the altogether,” he states drily as he draws up right in front of where your feet dangle into the water. “I’m Benedict,” he offers as he stands up to full height in the water.

And for a split second, you just stare. Watching rivulets of water run from broad shoulders onto a smooth, toned chest smattered with freckles down to a tapered waist. Oh shit, that is an excellent body too.

“Y/n…” you respond, distracted, your tongue feeling heavier in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” The tone is warm, pitched lower and something in your gut flutters. 

“Likewise,” you respond, feeling a tug of a smile at the corner of your lips. “And for the record, I am not insisting on anything. You could stay in this pool until I am done dipping my toes, and then there is no need to show me anything,” you point out with a wry tone.

“And how long might that be?” he inquires, bemused, crossing his arms in a way that seems to intentionally enhance the muscle in his arms. Bastard.

“Ah, that's one of life’s great mysteries, isn't it?” you shoot back, feeling a glow spreading behind your ribs that this could be something. It's been a while since you flirted so easily with anyone, especially anyone this handsome.

“There is another answer to the dilemma here,” he offers, dipping back into the water and pulling up to your left side.

“I’m listening….” you gaze down at him, captured by his soft hazy eyes.

“If you were skinny dipping too, then we would be equally embarrassed,” he offers nonchalantly with a lazy smile, kicking his body out backwards, intentionally, so you can see that he is indeed very naked. And his bottom and legs are very shapely too. You are left in no doubt now, and the spike of endorphins through your bloodstream is exhilarating.

“Now there is an idea…” you flirt back and, throwing caution to the wind, push off your hands and slip into the pool. The cool water is a balm to your heated body, flush with excitement and possibility.

“You're still dressed,” he twists towards you and pouts, eyes sparkling, that killer lopsided grin returning.

“Am I…?” you volley back and raise an eyebrow as you peel off your top and throw it onto the poolside.

The look he shoots you is blistering, and you know, without a shadow of a doubt, you are about to tick ‘sex in a pool’ off of your bucket list. 

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Sniper

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader

Plot: Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.

Warnings: 18+. Smut, violence and light angst.

Words: 8,9OO

A/N: This fic has been a LONG time coming and just kept building and building, so it's basically a massive slow burn with HEAT. It's closer to what my first fic was like, so please let me know what you guys think!

“I’m not helping,” you conclude and put the last of your laundry away, an indication that you are no longer interested in the conversation.

When the unlikely duo stood in front of your door half an hour ago, you cursed yourself for ever getting out of bed. Your quick reflexes abandoned you when the tiny, blonde widow stuck her foot between the door and invited herself inside. Sharing a quick look with the large super soldier you recognised as Bucky Barnes, you sighed in defeat and allowed them into your home.

You regret telling Yelena your address the last time you spoke to her. As much as you adored the quick-witted spy, especially after performing so well on your assignment together about two years prior, you had recklessly assumed she would forget you and would never see her again. After all, your line of work didn’t exactly leave much space to maintain any long-term relationships, friend or other.

And then there’s Bucky. A twisted, nonetheless incredibly skilled ex-assassin that intimidated you beyond comprehension. You had worked with him about two times in the past and encountered him a couple times in between. He had frustrated you with his stubborn and pessimistic nature and you eventually called him out on it, assuming you would never have to talk to him again.

Clearly, you have to stop assuming your problems won’t follow you to the present.

And now they are here, in your secret home hidden in de crowded city of London, proposing you help them out with an assignment that should prevent the end of the world as you know it.

Like you haven’t heard that one before…

The disappointment that briefly flashes over her excitable face punctures your heart. You amicably decided to hear them out before you denied their request for assistance. With them, you mostly mean Yelena, since Bucky is stood with his arms crossed and a thunder cloud hanging over his head as he visibly judges your interior and lets her do the talking.

But then Yelena turns to Bucky, a childish grin forced onto her features. “You see, Bucky. My friend here, who has a skill set that would put yours to shame, is …retarded.”

“-Retired!” you quickly correct the Russian as you roll your eyes, huffing at Bucky when you realise you shouldn’t have taken the bait so quickly. You’re not sure Yelena knows that you and Bucky have met before and you are suspicious as to why Bucky didn’t tell her.

“Retired,” Yelena recovers with her thick accent and a dismissive wave of her hand before turning back to Bucky. “She has lost her skills, you see.”

Gritting your teeth, it requires all of your energy not to give into the provoking blonde and defend yourself. After two deep breaths, you decide to show her exactly how skilled you still are by swiftly slipping a knife from the holster under one of your cabinets and flinging it her way, making sure to chop off a few strands of hair sticking out on the side of her head as the blade penetrates the wall behind her.

“My hair!” Yelena cries out and narrows her eyes at you. “Do you have any idea how much a good hair cut costs nowadays?!”

Bucky rolls his eyes and shoots you a glare, slowly wiping the satisfied grin off your face.

“Look, clearly we’re not getting her to help us, so let’s just head out before things escalate.” Bucky presses his hand to Yelena’s shoulder gently to keep her from diving at you, signalling with his eyes to her that it is time to go. Of course Bucky was never behind the idea of involving you.

“Yeah. Listen to the trained, cold-blooded killer, Yelena. He sure as hell will keep you safe,” you spit sarcastically and turn back to your tasks.

Your harshness is a defence mechanism that you are very familiar with and you scrunch your eyes closed at your degrading tone, disappointment towards yourself blooming in your chest.

“What happened to you?” The pain in Yelena’s voice is evident and you drop your head, pressing your palms to the counter in front of you as you let out a deep breath. The woman had been through enough in the past years and guilt is eating at you now. You swallow hard before turning around to face the two heroes again.

“Yelena, you can stick around here if you want, but I’m just not helping you out with your little plan. I’m done with all of that,” you lie and Yelena cocks her head to the side curiously as she narrows her eyes at you, trying to read your thoughts. After a long moment of silence, the tension in the air palpable, she nods slowly before dropping her head to look down at her attire.

“Can I please take a shower then? My outfit isn’t white anymore.” She pouts and raises her eyes back to you. Smiling at the way she easily moves on from your crude behaviour, you throw her one of the towels you just folded.

“Go ahead, I’ll wash your clothes and make some dinner.” You offer a smile and she hurries over, wrapping her arms around you and whispering in your ear that she’s glad to see you again before skipping past you into the bathroom that you had gestured towards.

That leaves you and the overly strong soldier you just offended. You chew your lip nervously and give him a guilty look with another one of your deep sighs “Sorry that I snapped. I know you’ll keep her safe.”

He narrows his eyes at you and slowly walks over, his arms still crossed over his chest as his approaching face reveals more of his handsome appearance to you. He studies your body language, the judgement clear on his features before settling his eyes on yours.

“Something tells me you have a whole lot of things to apologise for.”

…

Flicking on the light above the kitchen counter to grant you some vision in the middle of the night, you peel open one of the folders that was delivered to you this morning after you requested them. Raising your glass of water to your lips as your eyes scan over the jargon of words scattered across the papers, you finally find some peace in your own home now that Bucky and Yelena are fast asleep.

If it weren’t for Yelena’s lively anecdotes and excitement, dinner earlier would have been beyond uncomfortable. It felt odd having Bucky in your home and to see Yelena again after such a long time. The memories of your life from that time like nails being hammered into your chest. Luckily you could keep yourself busy by tending to your guests, eventually offering Bucky the attic and Yelena the guest room to stay in for the night.

However, Yelena refused to fall asleep until you agreed to help them out. You should have known she wouldn’t drop the request and you tried to fight her -you really did- but eventually told them you would do whatever you could from your current spot. But you wouldn’t under any circumstance get back into the field.

Not after everything…

Too engrossed in the information in front of you, hoping to finally discover the missing puzzle piece to your personal quest, you don’t notice the light footed figure sneaking up on you.

“There are better books to read, you know.”

His rough voice startles you to the point where your heart almost slams out of your ribcage. You swallow the sudden gasp and as a reflex, grab one of your hidden revolvers and aim it at your undiscovered target.

Letting out a breath of relief when you notice it’s Bucky with his eyebrows raised in amusement at your fast reflexes, you slowly drop the gun and lay it onto the surface of the kitchen counter, though no less apprehensive.

Wearing a white shirt and some loose grey sweatpants, he almost doesn’t look threatening anymore. But one look at his face and the harsh lines indicating his default frown makes you pull your guard right back up.

“Jesus, Bucky.” You groan and run a hand through your hair.

“Retired, my ass.” He scoffs and walks over slowly, causing you to calmly shut the folders in front of you. The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches at the sight and he gives you a suspecting smirk.

“Why are you up?” you ask him quickly, yet casually to avoid him from asking any questions he shouldn’t be. To him and Yelena, you are still retired after all.

“Why are you?”

Rolling your eyes and raising your glass of water into the air, you give him a forced smile. “Water.”

“So who’s the target?” he asks, ignoring your terrible distraction entirely.

You should know better than to think a trained assassin with severe trust issues would let you off that easily. The man in front of you is blunt and harsh and he would have never gotten away with his attitude if he wasn’t so dangerous …and attractive.

“Buck, we all have side jobs. Let me do mine and I’ll let you do yours.”

“I don’t have a side job. This assignment is my main job.” He shrugs his shoulders casually as he crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest, as if this is the obvious way of thinking about their current mission.

“This is not a main job. I mean, it is hardly monitored by the government, is it?” You roll your eyes at his stubborn nature and his clear judgement of your stance. Whatever it is that the two of them were doing, it wasn’t on the radar of the United Nations, let alone any government.

“It’s my main job. And it should be yours. So what is it that is splitting your focus?”

“None of your goddamn business.”

“The second I stepped into this house, you became my business. Now stop fucking around and tell me.” His tone is sharp and you grit your teeth at the audacity of him talking to you like he has known you for years and has any fucking right to decide what you can and cannot do. Still, you finally understand why he was named a sergeant, the authority sharpening his tone capable of making anyone oblige.

“Or what?”

Bucky gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he slowly steps closer until his lids lower from looking down at you. Before you can reach for the gun, he gives it a quick tap as it slides out of reach for the both of you.

“I’ll be your biggest nightmare,” he spits, his voice nothing short of a promise. “This mission is more important than any of your little games. I don’t care for your private endeavours. If you agree to help us out, I need you in a hundred percent.”

You grind your teeth and as much as you hate him for it, you understand where he is coming from. So you sigh and snatch up the folders, stepping around him and brushing against his shoulders as you walk past to signal him to follow you.

Leading him to your stairs, you open the sealed door under it by pressing your fingerprint to a small panel hidden under one of the steps. Not giving Bucky another look, you let him follow you into another dark room, specifically altered to let you research and plan your private operations by yourself.

You approach the table in the middle as Bucky looks around the room dumbfounded and activate it with your fingerprint again. A dozen of hologram screens flit up with pictures and information that you have gathered over the past few months.

Bucky’s sight returns to you as his head tilts up to read the screens, his body stiffening and eyes widening when he notices one particular slide that you select to emphasise. A familiar photo to Bucky with information under it that he has memorised.

“This is my side job,” you tell him, reluctancy tugging at your chest.

“That is not a side job. I’ve quested this target. He’s a main job,” Bucky says, his eyes still on all the info you have gathered on him. You are in way to deep, he knows that for sure.

“Hunted and failed?” you scowl, getting a little sick and tired of him underestimating you constantly. If he was such a good assassin, how come this man is alive and now your target?

Bucky glares at you. “He was my target. Not to be terminated then.”

“Well, he is now,” you conclude and raise your arms to close all of the tabs and head back out.

Bucky grabs your arm, “You can’t.”

“I’ll decide that for myself, thanks.”

“No, you don’t. This is no longer your job. Your focus is on me now.”

“Bucky-“

“I swear to God, disobey me and I will-“

“What?! You will do what exactly, huh?” you snap at him, knowing for a fact that your rage tops his right now as your breathing heaves your chest.

Your name falls from his lips sharply, the warning clear in his voice. But you refuse to back down and you take a step closer to him, leaving barely an inch between your chests.

“Either help me, or leave my goddamn house, Barnes.”

Bucky stays quiet for a full moment, his mind running a million miles an hour as his eyes dart over your face in search of any give within your tenacity.

“What do we have on him?”

…

Both hands attached to your gun, you jog up the stairs with your chin up and all your senses on high alert. Having no idea what is around every corner or behind any door, you have to move quickly, swiftly and cautiously. Bucky is hot on your tail and you don’t have to check to know he’s making sure no one is following you without being told to.

You’re both trained professionals after all.

The second Bucky realised how important his target was to you, he helped you figure out a way to distract Yelena for long enough to help you get to him. But he had to admit, part of him wanted to get revenge for what he knew the target was capable of. Back in his Winter Soldier days, he had tracked and observed the target for months, not able to take him down. Maybe together, he finally could.

Entering a hallway so dark it might as well represent a black hole, you focus on your hearing, trailing your fingertips that stick out from your leather gloves gently along the walls to discover an entrance. You can’t see anything but darkness, the only light coming from the stairs behind you, but being swallowed by the void.

When you feel a light ridge under your touch, you stop walking. The next thing you feel is Bucky bumping into your back and clutching onto your hip as a reflex, tugging you in to stabilize the both of you. Your eyes widen at the feeling of colliding into his firm body and you swallow hard as you force yourself to remain professional. A quiet and uncharacteristic ‘sorry’ is mumbled from behind you and you quickly brush it aside.

One hand holding your gun as the other encounters a doorknob, you twist it and enter a bright, empty room with Bucky closely behind.

“This building doesn’t make any fucking sense,” Bucky complains sharply, keeping his gun ready for fire as he circles the room. You sigh, agreeing with him as you still squint to adjust to the sudden brightness.

“Told you we should get a map,” you can’t help but provoke him.

“There wasn’t any time.” Bucky huffs, annoyed by your know-it-all nature.

“You’re right, we’re so much better off wasting our time searching through a maze,” you grumble sarcastically as you continue your path by stepping through another door and stepping into a concrete hallway this time, illuminated by red emergency lights. The air around you is cold and you frown when you realise that instead of walking closer to the core of the building, you might actually find yourselves back in the outer ring.

From Bucky’s silence, you assume he has realised the same thing. Noting that the hallway is completely empty, you finally turn towards him and lower your gun.

“What do you suggest we do, Sergeant?” you dare him to come up with a plan to get you out of this mess. You’d been roaming the hostile building for over half an hour with no clue as to where you’re going. Cursing the thick outer walls, you wish you could make contact with someone on the outside right now.

“There has to be an entrance somewhere here. If this is the outer ring, there has to be a way in,” he mutters as he looks around, mostly just thinking out loud to himself.

“Did you manage to bring any snacks along with you so I can eat something while you go try to figure that whole thing out?” The annoyance in your tone is obvious and you can see Bucky’s jaw tick at your incessant need to thwart him.

He takes a few threatening steps towards you and glowers down at you angrily. “Stop being a fucking brat and do your goddamn job.”

Opening your mouth to make a smart remark, Bucky’s eyes widen and ears perk up. You don’t get to follow your colleague’s heightened senses as you get thrown against a wall in one of the crevices of the tunnel, his chest pushed into yours.

Both of you sucking in a deep breath and holding it, you twist your head to the side to note anyone walking by. Your instinct when a dozen hostile agents run past the two of you is to squeeze your eyes shut, Bucky’s is to press himself against you tighter, his shallow breaths fanning through your hair.

Once the group has passed, both of you let out a long breath and you roll your head against the wall, tilting your chin up as you look at the ceiling. What you don’t notice is Bucky’s eyes fixated on your parted lips as your chest heaves with adrenaline pumped breaths, because when you open your eyes and look at him, his eyes are on yours instantly.

“We either follow them or find out where they are coming from,” you whisper and Bucky takes a peek into the hallway, still not breaking away from the close proximity.

“They’re hunting someone down -possibly us- so we go where they came from,” Bucky decides and you give him a brief nod, not finding it too difficult to agree with his orders when it really comes down to it.

Both of you move in sync as you step out from the small cavern and jog in the opposite direction you saw the agents run into. Bucky at the front this time as you follow closely behind.

…

Pressing the barrel of the gun under your target’s chin as he almost tips back in the chair he is tied to, you throw him a snarl. “Answer the goddamn question.”

Bucky sighs and inspects his nails as he leans against the wall casually. When the target stays quiet, you turn to Bucky and suck in a sharp breath.

“Would you like to make yourself useful, Barnes?”

Throwing you a clipped smile he mutters a ‘finally’ as he steps over, pushing past you and grabbing the target’s throat. His jaw clenched as dark eyes peer down onto his victim. The way his arm clangs and jitters with its movements has adrenaline rushing through your body. Thankfully, you and Bucky are finally seeing eye to eye when it comes to this particular assignment.

“Remember me?” he mocks, his voice a low drawl, but no less threatening as he keeps his jaw locked tightly. “You heard her. What sick plan are you involved in this time?”

“Your tiny blonde friend should know,” the man chokes out through Bucky’s grip and Bucky looks at you with a worried frown. The comment comes as a shock to both of you, even though you know that you shouldn’t believe this douchebag over your trusted colleague.

You give him a confused shrug in return, not feeling any wiser than he does right now, and Bucky turns back to the man clasped within his vibranium claw “Be vague again and I’ll rip out your vocal chords.”

“Charming,” you quip, a mixture of awe and disdain at his choice of threat. It is undeniable that your impatience is slowly getting the better of you and your teeth start gnawing at your bottom lip.

When your target gives Bucky an unimpressed glare, you lose the last of your patience. Flicking the knife out of your thigh holster and twirling it between your fingers, you don’t hesitate to cut off his pinkie, a cry leaving your target’s lips.

“Nine.”

You don’t notice Bucky’s face twitching to hide an impressed smile, gritting his teeth to contain himself from the thrill rushing through his body when you heave a deep sigh at the target’s silence and slice off his ring finger.

“Eight.”

The target glares up at you with almost as much thunder in his eyes as Thor and actually shoots Bucky a pleading glance for some mercy from your brutality. But Bucky simply shrugs innocently.

“I’d hurry up if I were you,” he backs you up, his voice deep and rough, humour dripping off his lips as his grasp doesn’t falter, “I don’t want to know what she’ll cut off once she’s done counting down your fingers.”

The panicked look in your target’s eyes makes you roll yours and you heave another deep sigh, raising your knife to slash down again. But before you can drop the knife onto his middle finger, he gasps and scrambles for words as quickly as he can.

“The weapon!” he gasps. “The weapon you are after, I’m a distraction. They knew you’d come after me.”

When you twist your head towards Bucky, you watch his eyes widen slightly before a mask expertly covers up his emotions. It frustrates you to the bone that you are never able to decipher the soldier. But the brief look that you saw in his eyes is enough to send a surge of fury to rush through your body and you turn back to your target once more.

Wrapping your fingers around the nape of his neck, you drive the blade into his abdomen, twisting it around as you keep your eyes connected to his. A gasp leaves his lips and it doesn’t take too long for blood to fill his mouth and cover up his teeth, the nausea of the blood in his stomach turning him bleak.

“I know you feel oh-so useful right now, distracting us from our actual mission, but I am here to tell you that you are nothing but a waste of fucking space, you know that?” you spit in his face, twisting the knife further as you drive it deeper.

As fatigue makes his features melt, your target gives you a disgusting smile, bright red blood covering the yellow of his teeth as his eyes shine with promise.

“Hail Hydra.”

…

The drive back to London is quiet for the most part. The sun has only just started to come up, colouring the city in a bright orange as the brisk air slowly warms back up. It had been a dreadful night.

The look you saw on Bucky’s face when he heard those final words come from your target’s mouth sent chills up your spine. His face went completely pale and hollow, his eyes darkening and his posture stiffening at the mention of a corporation that was supposed to be dead.

Not sure how you are able to tell, but the second you saw Bucky’s face, you knew this was his worst nightmare unfolding in front of him like the biggest disturbance and shock of his life, yet like all this time he had been waiting for it to come.

Those two words were enough to send Bucky into a blinding rage that snapped the target’s neck within seconds. You couldn’t blame him if you tried. You would have never been as cruel as you were if you didn’t know what your target was capable of. As your first instinct was to reassure Bucky, you could tell he wasn’t up for talking. He wanted out as soon as possible.

But as you are sat in the taxi taking you back to your house, you can’t help but sneak a few glimpses of him. When you both step out of the car, rounding it before stepping up to your home, you gently put your hand on his shoulder to stop him and he spins around to face you.

“Do you want to talk about what he said?” you ask him and his face remains impassive.

“I’ll cook tonight,” is his only response and you study his face intently before giving him a simple nod. Him cooking dinner is his way of taking his mind off or processing on his own. If you even understand a fraction of the trance he is in right now, you would give him his much needed space.

So you bring Yelena up to speed when you see her, the shock of your betrayal quickly covered by the shock of your latest discovery. You kindly ask her to pick something up for you that might help you further since both you and Bucky are completely beat after your own little mission. The long drive home granted you enough time to contact your private investigator and collect some much needed intel.

As Yelena closes the front door behind herself, you turn to Bucky hanging out on your couch as he filters through some files and you decide to prepare the both of you a strong drink from an ancient bottle hidden in one of your cabinets.

Gently sliding the glass over to Bucky, he finally makes eye contact for the first time since you stepped back into the house. He drops the files and slips a cloth from his pocket.

“So why did you retire?” Bucky asks, his focus on his vibranium arm as he rubs the cloth over the dirtied material.

Leaning back in one of your big seats and staring out the window as the sky darkens, you try to process his question. But realising you don’t exactly have anything to lose and that Bucky will give you a hard time either way, you give in to his curiosity. Besides, he could use the reassurance that you both carried some sorrow.

“The Blip,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at the large man opposite to you. “I was in the middle of one of the most important missions of my life. Nothing too important in hindsight, but all consuming back then. My friend and colleague, a ray of sunshine similar to Yelena actually, was my partner at the time.”

You can feel Bucky’s stare on you as you start telling the story and you almost want to stop talking. His gaze is strong and you feel heat rise to the surface of your skin at the intensity of the man. Voice softening and hands fiddling, you continue your confession.

“I had finally taken out the two men hoarding me and turned around to help her out. I saw one of the other agents pull a gun on her and felt a certain… splintering coldness crawl up my back. I dove forward as the shots went off and saw my arm fragmenting into dust.” You drop your head and look down at your feet. “Last thing I saw before I blipped was the three bullets penetrating her chest. The first thing I saw when I returned was the same cement room, completely empty with splatters of her blood permanently colouring the ground.”

Bucky is completely silent as he listens to you telling about that awful memory and you raise your head to see his reaction. He doesn’t reveal anything however and you decide to conclude your story.

“Never wanted anyone’s life to depend on me again, so I work solo now.”

“Why did you let me help?” His voice is quiet, careful.

“Because I don’t care for you dying. I’m rooting for it actually,” you quip playfully, earning a soft chuckle from the both of you before Bucky rolls his eyes away and takes a big gulp of his drink.

A soft tune from your phone brings you back to reality and you dart your eyes to your screen which is lighting up with a text from Yelena.

‘Mission is a shit show. Be back in two days. Don’t start without me!’

You chuckle at her eagerness. Even though she was forced into becoming a widow at a young age, she did love her job. And she was damn good at it too. How she managed to brighten up a profession this sinister, you could only hope you would one day reach that.

“Yelena is held up. I say we get as much preparation done before she comes back so we can hit them where it hurts,” you murmur, downing the last of your drink and pushing off of your chair. “But first, I’m going to need some rest.”

“Cutting off fingers will take it out of you,” he huffs with light amusement as he leans back on the sofa, taking a small sip of his drink as his dark eyes raise up to yours.

“It was too much fun too pass up on.” You shrug and he nods slowly at your words.

“Sure was.”

“Goodnight, Bucky. Thanks for your help today.” You give him a sincere smile as you round the corner to head up to your room, not waiting for him to respond either.

…

Trying to avoid accidentally bumping your shoulder with Bucky, who’s lying on his stomach next to you, you spy down onto the massive concrete building spread out in the middle of the forest. A large wall of mountains obtain the base from being spotted by anyone, except from the three vantage points you discovered a few years ago.

“So what is this place again?” Yelena asks from her vantage point through her in-ear.

“The most secret and secluded Hydra base in the world,” Bucky mumbles under his breath, keeping his eye narrowed through the scope on the sniper rifle clutched to his shoulder. You and Bucky had set up on one of the vantage points together, whilst Yelena took another point for her role in this assignment.

“When Hydra fell,” you elaborate for the tiny blonde through the comms, “all existing Hydra agents suddenly became jobless and collectively fled to this place. It was a head-hunting field day for all of the other criminal organisations who were looking for eager, skilled and suicidal agents. But since Hydra seems to still be active, this would seem like the right place to look now.”

“If it’s so secret… How do you know about it?” Yelena asks suspiciously – rightfully so.

You share an unsure look with Bucky, the only man who knows exactly why, and he gives you an indifferent shrug before focusing back on his targets.

“Because doing what I did at the time, it required me to know what every active criminal organisation was doing and where they were doing it, to avoid crossing them,” you explain, keeping your voice even as you pray that she doesn’t ask her next question.

“Did you know where the Red Room was?”

Silence.

You are sure you even notice Bucky tense up at the question and you drop your head, not at all wanting to disappoint the Russian even further than you already had so far.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, Yelena,” Bucky surprisingly backs you up and you turn your head to look at him. The expression on his face is still indifferent as the last rays of sunlight descend behind the mountains.

You seem to hear a soft huff through the comms and you breathe a sigh of relief. All of a sudden, the three of you brace yourselves as you spot movement within the camp. Just like you predicted, the guard rotation. This is Yelena’s cue to get settled with her technology to infiltrate the security system.

“When do we go?” Bucky asks, flexing his hands over the rifle.

“When Yelena has disabled the security system.”

“And if she can’t?”

“We wait until the next rotation.”

“That’s eight hours.”

“Correct.”

You receive a brief glare from Bucky before he shuffles over the ground and braces himself. “Let’s hope the tiny spy can make herself useful then.”

You roll you eyes at his snarky comment and frown at him, “Aren’t snipers supposed to be the quiet types?”

He gives you a brief side eye, “We are. You know why?”

You raise your brows in expectation, giving him a bored look as Bucky still refuses to turn to you and a sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Because usually when we’re in this position, we’re eating pussy.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is so sudden, you have to bite back the gasp and instantly turn your head back to the view ahead of you. Trying to play off the fluttering feeling erupting in your body, you shake your head.

“Pig.”

A deep chuckle, soft and disarming, floats from Bucky’s lips with an amused shake of his head and you purse your lips in an attempt to push back the heat in your face.

You don’t know how you got it in your head that after everything Bucky has been through and being the type of person he is now, he’d abstained from any sexual activity. Supposedly, you assumed he wasn’t nearly inviting enough for women to approach, though you could see why that would have its own appeal. He is awfully masculine and strong and attractive, but you hadn’t yet connected him to being a potential sexual interest.

That was until you heard him speak such filthy words.

And all of a sudden you find yourself praying that Yelena would succeed in her job to prevent you from having to stick around here for eight hours with no distraction from Bucky other than the man himself.

…

Dismantling the rifle as he stuffs it back in the suitcase, Bucky watches you put up the tent with the minimum amount of light allowed on your vantage point.

“Have you brought a puzzle or something to kill time?” Bucky comments sarcastically, another dig at the fault in your plan. Eight hours of keeping quiet until your next window for execution. In your defence, there wasn’t another option. This operation was risky enough as it is. You’d simply have to stick it out.

“No. But I hid clover fours all through the woods for you, so you can keep yourself busy for the next eight hours, you child,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, bending over as you press the tiny inflatable matts into the tent.

You don’t see Bucky biting back a smile at your rebuttal as he closes the suitcase and readies the other weapons for quick use in case that would be necessary tonight. Walking over to the tent as you crawl out, he looks down at you.

“Should we check on Yelena?” he asks and you smile at his inability to hide his affection towards the tiny, bright agent. You did find the two of them an odd duo to work together.

“Sent her a text. She’s fine and has set up her own tent,” you answer him and grab your backpack as you rummage through your belongings, “I’m going to try and get some sleep, should we keep guard?”

“Nah, there aren’t going to be any agents over here. They have technology for that job now and they would have already spotted us if it reached this far,” he explains and you nod. “Go sleep.”

So you do.

But as complete darkness engulfs everything in sight, you can’t help but stare up at the ceiling of the tiny tent, your imagination swirling against the blinding void above you. Your breathing is slow and quiet, but you feel like an endless amount of energy is coursing through your body. Safe to say you had hoped for a little more action around this time and there’s not a cell in your body that feels like sleeping right now. Even worse, after Bucky’s earlier stunt of letting you in on his sex life, every cell in your body is screaming for only one thing.

Bucky’s head between your thighs.

And you’re sure your adrenaline makes it worse, the throbbing between your legs and the filthy thoughts. Like how he’s got a good mouth on him. Pretty lips and a restless tongue. Good hands, too. Strong. Capable of wrapping around your thighs and pulling you in. You wouldn’t stand a chance. Full head of hair between your legs that you can only imagine stroking your fingers through and knotting into it as you pull him closer to where you need him most. Fuck.

“Would you stop moving?” his deep voice grumbles from beside you and you sigh, willing you body to still as you turn on your side, your back to him.

But you can’t help it. Tiny ruffles of your clothes whenever your rub your thighs together or a shudder rolls down your spine, you run overly hot. Cheeks and neck glowing with warmth, your hair feeling uncomfortable against your skin and your lips aching as your keep chewing them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop moving,” Bucky growls again, irritation evident in his voice.

“ ‘M just cold,” you lie and roll your eyes at yourself. If anything, you’re quite the opposite.

What you don’t expect is the solid feel of Bucky’s large body pressing into you, your spine locking up when you feel his breath fan over your cheek. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in an attempt to stop your eyes from rolling back, you finally open your mouth to speak up, only to hear Bucky speak up first.

“I don’t mind sharing body heat to preserve warmth,” he starts, his voice low and almost threatening, “but you seem to be burning up.”

He’s playing it off like he’s surprised, but you know damn well he has figured out you’re lying. As his flesh arm curls around your shoulders over your front, his metal hand grabs a hold of your hip and pulls you into him further. His lips brush over the shell of your ear and you shudder against him, making Bucky bite back a chuckle at the response.

“Why so hot all of a sudden?” he whispers and you are sure there has never been anything hotter than the sound of his whisper against you as your body heat seeps into him.

“I- ” you start, but fall short.

“Speechless?” Bucky asks after a moment silence. “Here I thought I would have to try a little harder to attain that.”

The hand on your hip slides down to the thickness of your thigh, his fingers spreading and digging into the cloth-covered flesh, the tip of his middle finger awfully close to the inside of your thigh as he exchanges your heat back to you through his vibranium palm.

“Bucky,” you warn.

“Yes?”

You grit your teeth, the pressure of him against you growing completely unbearable and you can’t keep your legs from squeezing together. Which is all the confirmation Bucky needs as he lets the menacing chuckle that’s been threatening to come out slip.

So you leap.

“Tell me more about,” Bucky waits patiently for you to follow through with your request, his fingers massaging into your thigh as his hand slowly moves to the spot between your legs, “being a sniper.”

His breath is hot against your skin and your let your eyes fall shut, not even thinking about your request and just hoping Bucky takes you up on it.

“About being a sniper, or eating pussy?” he asks and you stop the moan clawing its way up your throat at his words.

You swallow hard, “Eating pussy.”

“Why don’t I show you?” He sounds so cocky and you shake your head as much as you can in his hold, trying to prevent your voice from coming out too pathetic.

“N-No. Tell me,” you breathe and Bucky’s brows raise, impressed with the inquiry.

It stays quiet for a while and you feel like you might explode, the warmth from his hand burning through the fabric of your tactical pants.

“I’m a lazy eater sometimes,” he drawls out quietly and you swallow hard, his fingers tracing circles over your thigh. “I like getting comfortable. Have my meal right in front of me. Spread out and ready to be eaten. Warm…”

Your breathing is already becoming heavier and your hands have wrapped around his lower arm around your shoulders. But that arms moves as his hand trails down to cup your breast, giving a firm squeeze as his finger traces over your nipple.

“Some soft thighs draped over my shoulders that I can squeeze and hold in place. Maybe bite a little, because I’d like to get you squirmy…”

You. You in particular?

“I bet you smell so good,” he almost groans, inhaling as his nose buries into your neck, “taste even better.” His teeth dig into the sensitive skin and you jolt, letting out a soft whimper at the feeling before his tongue smooths over the patch of skin. “Maybe I’ll get extra lazy – let you do the work and ride my face.”

Your eyes do roll back this time and in doing so, your entire body rolls back against him, making his hand wrap around your thigh again as he gives your nipple a gentle squeeze, making you gasp.

“You’d like that? Grind that soft cunt of yours over my mouth? Get me all wet to get yourself off?” he taunts and you’re full-on throbbing between your legs now, pulsations of your slick dripping in your underwear. “Sit down and get comfortable on my face? Wouldn’t that be a fucking treat.”

That’s when you assume Bucky loses his restraint as his hand fully cups you between your legs now, his middle and ring finger pressing up against your core and making you press down in response. It’s barely any relief, but the pressure just feels so good.

“Oh Bucky,” you moan softly and Bucky buries his face in your neck, that sound nearly enough to make him bust on the spot. Rolling his fingers against the fabric covering your scorching heat, Bucky bites down onto your shoulder when you start grinding against his hand wantonly.

You’ve shifted slightly, your hips bucking upward to chase his touch as Bucky’s lips are pressed to your temple, parted as heavy breaths slip through them and his fingers increase pressure between your thighs.

It’s unbearable, the faint feeling of his fingers only riling you up more with your pants and underwear in the way, and your hands reach down to undo the button of your pants. You fear you might seem too eager, but Bucky is quick to abandon his previous spot and rip the zipper down before swatting your hand away and diving into your underwear, pressing three firm fingers against your clit and making you almost cry out at the feeling.

Firm circles are drawn over your clit by his metal digits and it’s not nearly enough. It’s torture, the way he sends warm jolts of electricity through your body, but doesn’t feel the need to detonate the bomb.

“Please,” you whine and buck your hips again. You have never been this worked up and wet before in your life.

His lips drag themselves back to your ear and he takes your earlobe between his teeth before humming softly, “Want me to eat you out, sweetheart? Get a good taste of you?”

You nod frantically and your fingers move to drag over the front of his chest, clammy skin peeling at the cotton of his shirt. Bucky presses a soft kiss to your cheek before completely abandoning you and depraving you from his touch. You squirm in the dark, trying to locate the menace responsible for your current frustrations, until you feel a harsh tug at your pants, pulling it down your thighs along with your underwear and tugging you into place simultaneously.

A gasp bursts from your chest and you immediately help Bucky undress your lower half, the eagerness heating up the small space in the tent. You hear a zipper again, from the tent this time and your eyes finally adjust to some moonlight shining into the tent from the square Bucky opened up.

Swallowing hard, your eyes settle on the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones, where it bulges because he’s clenching so hard, lids hanging low as his eyes are focused on their next destination at the apex of your thighs. And this is when you find out the tent is large enough to your liking, because Bucky pushes you to the edge, bends your legs so you’re bare and spread open for him, before laying down flat on his stomach and positioning his beautiful face above your throbbing core.

Your fingers twitch in anticipation as you lean up on your elbows and look down at the sniper between your legs. His large eyes peer up at you and a filthy smirk curls at his lips before he sinks his teeth into the softest flesh on your thigh, making you whine softly. But you asked for this. So you take it. Every drag of his mouth over the inside of your thighs, every bite to your skin before he sucks the tender flesh into his mouth until you’re sure there’s a mark there. And another. And another. Claimed.

“Bucky. Please,” you whisper and he pulls away slightly, licking his lips. Arms wrapping around your thighs and firmly spreading you open in front of him with his fingers splayed wide, he locks his eyes onto yours before slowly leaning in and pressing a warm kiss to your pulsating clit as his eyes zone in on your response.

Breathing a deep sigh, you swallow hard to stop yourself from breaking out into begging and channel all of the patience you can muster. He smiles at this and his eyes drop down to where you convulse and drip for him, quickly wiping the smile off his face.

That’s when the tip of his tongue drags through your folds, through your slick and up to your clit, which you think has never been more sensitive – and it’s your downfall. Your arms quiver from underneath you as you melt like putty to his mouth. Wrapping his warm lips around your clit and eagerly sucking it into his mouth with a satisfied hum, you let out a long, raspy moan and collapse onto the ground, one of your hands flying to clasp onto his metal hand as the other immediately finds home in his hair.

Briefly, you hesitate whether grabbing his hair was the right move, until Bucky wraps his entire mouth over your dripping pussy and licks in and through you with so much hunger, you can’t help but knot your fingers into it for leverage.

Warm, thorough and filthy are the words you would use to describe the way he licks and sucks as he’s buried between your legs. Hands squeezing your thighs as he hauls you closer and dives his head further into you core, you cry out when his tongue plunges into your clenching hole. He must be covered in you, the way he eats you so wildly.

But as you steadily burn hotter, grow closer, drip wetter, Bucky’s groans and hums of pleasure are what make you skyrocket towards your high even faster. The pressure in your abdomen is almost overwhelming, the urge to push him away almost as great as it is to pull him closer and your heels dig into his shoulders as your head falls back and your hips shamelessly grind against his face, seemingly only edging him on more.

Head rolling from side to side as Bucky keeps you spread out in front of him, his mouth alternating between licking your arousal straight from the source or manipulating your clit to his own will, tugging on it like it’s attached to your sanity, you feel like the orgasm might take you out and you grow fearful of letting go, dangling off the edge by a string.

But Bucky lives for it. Your taste, your warmth, your cries of pleasure. He’s never been in a more comfortable and rewarding position, the smell and taste of you overtaking all his senses as he kneads possessively into your skin, the feel of you making him want to growl like an animal.

There isn’t enough power in your trembling limbs to clutch onto him anymore, your thighs shaking and your fingers gently combing through his hair as Bucky sighs against you happily, still not coming up for air as he is glad to be where he is and never wants to leave. And when he wraps his full lips around your clit one more time and sucks it into his mouth whilst rolling his tongue over the sensitive bundle – you cave.

Arching your back to the sky and crying out for mercy, Bucky only pulls you closer as he buries you in your orgasm. Shaky thighs held tightly in his grip and tongue wildly raving through you, you flinch and shudder and twitch against his face. You curl up, knotting both hands into his hair and watching the last of the moonlight disappear behind black spots in your vision.

And just when the fog in your mind seems to lift, two warm fingers glide into you with way too much ease, curling up against your swollen walls and pressing into a spot that has you almost squeal from the sensitivity.

You look down to tell Bucky to take it easy, but your words get stuck in your throat when your eyes land on him and the feral look in his own eyes as his mouth laves over your clit again. You watch the tip of his tongue run through you as his wrist flexes with his fingers curling up inside of you and you shudder so violently, it almost makes Bucky chuckle.

Over and over, he grazes your spot with his rough fingertips and each stroke feels like its own tiny orgasm, his tongue lovingly gliding through your folds to coax you towards your next high as your heavy breaths and moaning fill his ears.

“Bucky, oh my God!” you whimper and he hums against you again, his eyes falling shut. The way his fingers move within you, in time with the drags of his tongue towards your clit has you seeing entire galaxies, your next orgasm drawing vacuum inside your belly and feeling tighter than you’ve ever experienced.

And as his wrist twists and his hand moves faster while his mouth latches onto your clit again and the filthy sounds filling the space almost become intolerable, you get thrown over the edge so suddenly, you let out a loud scream of his name. Clamping onto him as you burn through your orgasm like a thousand fires surround you, your body shakes and shatters at his touch, crying for him to let up. Which – after you’re sure you’ve drowned and resurrected – he finally does. So you pull your knees together in an attempt to shield yourself as pleasure still wracks through your spine in shocks.

Trying to catch your breath, Bucky slowly crawls up next to you, lying on his side and looking down at your face, brushing your hair from your forehead.

“I’m tired,” he murmurs and you finally manage to pry your eyes open.

“You’re tired,” you repeat with a weak frown, disbelief lining your voice.

“Yeah,” he says and rolls onto his back, “get on my face.”

Your eyes widen and he turns his head to look at you.

“Bucky, are you insane?!”

“This is taking too long,” he grumbles and manhandles you with so much ease, scooting down and rolling your hips until you’re hovering over him and fall forward to lean on your hands to you keep yourself up above him.

“Bucky, I’m not sure I can,” you huff in defeat, but you can already feel yourself throb again and curse your own body for betraying you like that.

His hands wrap around and grab onto your hips, smirking up at you.

“You can, and you will,” he promises, his voice not much less indifferent than you’re used to from the sergeant. “And if I ever catch you on that weird hovering shit again, I will make you regret it. Now sit and come for me.”

Next thing you know, your hips get pulled down and you’re sure Yelena can hear you all the way from her vantage point as Bucky ruins any and all men for you.

#holy SHIT this has been in my Wips for so long #i really wanted to write yelena and here she is !!! #i have a feeling you guys won't like this one as much as i do but frankly its fine #i like it and im genuinely just happy its finished too #sequel of sting is also well on its way!! #pls tell me what you guys think!! #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #oneshot #writing #bucky barnes smut #marvel smut #e to l

[360iris]

POV: dating boris pavlikovsky as teenagers

You have to be outside to catch the school bus by 5:55am, so the term is full of sleepy mornings. The two of you sitting towards the back of the bus, huddled together for warmth after having to wait outside in the chilling, desert cold by yourselves in the dark.

Heads leaning against one another, your cheek presses into the soft fabric of his overcoat on his shoulder as you dose off almost immediately, blanketed in the tinted night blue, glad to gain even a meager ten minutes of sleep before you’re forced to start the day. Boris gently fiddles with your fingertips as he looks down at your form and out towards the passing scenery.

You eat the school provided breakfast in the cafeteria, listening to Boris and Theo’s early morning banter and chiming in at certain points as you gain energy. These mornings were filled with Theo’s infectiously mischievous smiles and Boris’ playful grins. Their laughter never failed to provoke pools of serotonin, no matter how despondent you previously were, you’d always find yourself feeling better in their company.

Teasing kisses that were one-thirds sharing a breath, one-thirds your mouth accepting his almost inaudible laughs as he gently nudged your head back while your lips pressed forward again, self-consciously seeking out his own. Notes of peach chapstick, the bitter tang of cigarette tobacco and the sweet taste of sprite spreading between the two of you. A small reminder of the soda passed between yourself, Boris and Theo at lunch- your odd group each chipping in what you had to buy it from the snack stand.

Boris is black jeans ripped and fraying at the knees, swiping greedy swigs from opened bottles in your parent’s alcohol cabinets and sentences with Russian and English chopped and screwed together.

Being with him is like staining your tongues red and blue with gas station slushies and feeling immensely pleased with the vibrant purple you both end the afternoon with.

It’s sweltering hot Vegas nights unable to turn the air conditioner on, so the evening is spent clad in your undergarments, splashing around in a tub filled with cool water- a dingy, plastic white box fan placed in the doorway.

And weekends sprawled out on the couch in front of the television, laughing too loudly at the seven o-clock sitcoms and piddling around in the kitchen searching for something to eat even though you already know there isn’t anything good hidden in the cabinets.

Summers spent sticking as much of your torsos as you can fit into the fridge to enjoy the coolness before grabbing an ice-pop.

Winters plopped down at the dinner table, happily failing at making mini gingerbread houses, feeling utterly pleased with the monstrosities you create. “What the fuck is that, Potter?” “Uh guys.. Popchyk ate my fourth gingerbread wall- I think I’m going to have to settle for a gingerbread hut.”

Boris tends to just know things with you, and those he spends a lot of time with and cares about. It’s mostly the eyes that give themselves away to him, thoughts and feelings becoming tangible with a simple glance. He’s able to pick up on when you’re upset or disappointed. And in the moments when you swear you’re just looking at him, (whether he’s taking a sip of his drink, knocking the ashes from a cigarette or brushing his hair from his eyes) he knows that you love him, without even having to say the words- though he always smiles when you do just for the sake of it.

He’s all hands. Whether he’s ghosting the pads of his fingers against your lower back as you’re walking, cupping your neck or sneakily pinching your thighs from under the table- his hands practically have a mind of their own.

And sometimes you think he’s all mouth. Pink lips nipping at the exposed skin of your neck, subconsciously biting your shoulder or indulgently kissing every inch of your face just because. Theo teasingly referring to you as Boris’ personal chew toy with how often he can be found softly gnawing on you in some way, shape or form.

#boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #donna tartt #boris the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky x reader #headcanons

[asterdisaster06]

Strawberry Pie

Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

summary > The four times Simon helped you, and the one time you helped him.

word count > 2.5k

cw > Serial killer AU. Inaccurate police information + procedures for plot reasons. Allusion to murder + getting away with crimes, yeah, that’s the kind of help (:<

a/n >  inspired by hannibal + “strawberry” by andrew montana

ao3

“How does it look?” A simple twirl following the words accompanying the small smile. Lips painted blood red with a new lipstick. 

“Beautiful love, absolutely stunning,” Simon says with a slow blink, a cat-like behaviour to express his adoration for you.

“I found this sundress while out shopping. And I got my nails done while I was at it! I followed your recommendation,” You answer with a smile as soft as the blanket beneath your rosy fingertips. 

“And the lipstick?” Simon asks, tilting his head. 

“Something I found in college. It’s served me well all these years,” You send a grin filled with sharp teeth towards Simon. His sweet little vixen. 

“Others would call you crazy,” Simon mentions, the teasing tone trailing off as he stares at you intently.

“But?”

“But, I admire your gumption, sweetheart,” Simon says, cupping your face gently in his hands; laying a tender kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You missed,” You remark with a twinkle in your eye.

“Oh did I now?” His voice softened from its usual gruff timbre. 

Simon RIley leans in to kiss your forehead, and then one corner of your mouth to the other, and then finally landed home onto your lips. He didn’t seem to mind the transfer of dye nor the chastising you did because of it. It was messy, it was sweet, it was entirely and so wholefully the two of you with the only disturbance being the gentle breeze shifting the pastel curtains. The ones that Simon insisted on keeping open to let the precious sunlight in - he claims that the way it brushes against your skin is a look into heaven itself. 

“Okay, okay, I really have to go this time. You’ve kept me trapped here like your little Rapunzel for far too long, Simon,” You urgently get out between fits of laughter and giggles alike. 

“So satanic, the way you plan to simply leave the love of your life here to die alone,” Your boyfriend sighs, sagging back into the comfort of the mattress you both were now laying on. Of course, he was being dramatic. As per usual. It would be endearing if it wasn’t so humorous to see the giant of a man turn into a feeble ghost of the soldier he usually is. Price would be proud to see that his subordinate does in fact have some humanity left within himself. 

“Don’t panic. You’ll live, I’m sure of it,” You reply, giving him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek, before getting up.

“Hey love?”

“Yes, Simon?”

“You missed,” Was all he could get out before you rolled your eyes and gave him exactly what he wanted - despite the fact that it made you a minute late. 

. . .

“Welcome to our humble abode,” You smile, giving a sweet little twirl and a flourish of your arms. The team had to admit that it was a cosy little thing out in the sticks. The interior design was no doubt your doing, a cottagecore vibe, considering the fact that Simon was limited to plain walls being his entire experience. Plants here and there, sunlight streaming through the glass paned windows, and pots and pans hanging with their herb friends. 

“Thank you for having us,” Price responds.

“What he said,” Came from the other two. 

“Where’s your lover?” Soap asks teasingly.

“Oh, he’s out in the garden gathering a few last minute spices,” You say, a gentle expression taking over your features at the thought of your love doing so much for you. You see the group share a knowing look and a few chuckles were heard from behind you. A soft reminder is all they need to stop with their shenanigans while you’re cooking. Of course, Gaz offers a helping hand with chopping up various vegetables for the stew and Price had called dibs on doing the dishes. He claims it was the least he could do for the host. Soap on the other hand insists on being the taste tester. A gentle ring of a bell alerts you to Simon coming in from the outside, completely drenched. 

“What happened to you? You look like a stray dog,” You laugh, leaning against the counter. 

“In my defence, it started as a drop before it ended up pouring a minute later,” Simon grumbled, 

“We’ve needed a good shower, wouldn’t you say? Good for the fertiliser,” You say, sending your lover a wink as you scoot over to allow him access to the sink.

A playful eye roll is what you earn in response as he says, “This is what I get for agreeing to hide out in the country.”

“Bite your tongue if you know what’s good for you,” You nudge him good-naturedly. 

“You know I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, love,” He says, facial expression softening into pure adoration. He sends you this look even as he’s scrubbing his hands of the dirt and blood from the garden. The scent of decay quickly running down the drain, tainting the water black. 

“I know. My saviour day in and day out, wouldn’t you say?”

Before Simon got the chance to answer, the timer - the one in the shape of a chicken because Simon just couldn’t say no when you held it up to him with those puppy dog eyes - went off. 

“Your world famous strawberry pie? Again?” You click your tongue and shake your head with a sly smile.

“It’s world famous for a reason, love. And, we have guests that have yet to taste my creation,” Simon grins back at you. 

“Whatever you say, Simon,” You huff out with a laugh. 

Laughter filled the air as the dinner party continued later into the night before it all quieted down with the departure of the boys. A simple contentment washes over the two of you left on the couch, a fleece blanket encasing your figures. Something about it warmed your beating heart as you listened to the rhythm of Simon’s long after you drifted off into unconsciousness. 

. . .

“Simon, you wouldn’t happen to be busy right now, would you?”

“Of course not, love. What do you need?” Simon answers over the phone.

“There was a roadkill accident, and my car isn’t in tip top shape anymore. Do you think you could come pick me up? I’m about two klicks down the road from our house,” You say, your phone tucked in between your ear and shoulder as you slide latex gloves over your hands. 

“As you wish,” Simon’s voice rumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You drag the corpse into the bushes and thank whoever was listening that the only evidence left was the blood pool. It would be quite a shame if any innocent had to feast their eyes on the remains of the carrion. Vultures would have to find another meal elsewhere - this one was yours. Right on time, Simon’s car reverberated down the gravel lane. 

“I didn’t think you would become so reckless, angel,” Simon chuckles, hopping out of his truck to help you lift the body into the back of his car. 

“I like the word hasty more. It sounds better, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you call it, just remember I’m always here to help clean up your messes.”

“And I you, darling,” You nudge Simon as he opens the car door for you. 

“I should’ve seen it in your eyes when we first started seeing each other. You were trying to warn me,” Simon chuckles, humour lacing his words. 

“I always wanted to be able to see you in the morning, Simon,” You begin solemnly. “I don’t wanna be alone, it’s quite boring, isn’t it?” You shrug. 

“Oh, baby, let me finish. I’m keeping you, you menace. Until the day one of us kills the other,” Simon smiles, giving your hand a tight squeeze. 

“That would be how it ends, wouldn’t it?”

“Of course, there’s no other way,” Simon says, a simple grin on his lips. A rare sight, but a common one with you. And just like the rain, it was washed away just as quickly.

. . .

“Shit, love, did you go after a military man?” SImon asks as he gently wipes away dirt and grime from your face. Your clothes were receiving the same treatment in the washer after you took a shower.

“I somehow doubt her boyfriend got into the military with that weak of a punch. He just got the jump on me. . . and had a pocket knife,” You explain, wincing when Simon brushed over your wounds. 

“That would explain all these lacerations, now wouldn’t it?”

“Actually those were from the girl clawing me half to death. The guy did jack all if I’m being honest. Tried to run like a pussy too,” You laugh, your ribs protesting at the act. 

“Sounds like you did her a favour, showing her the real colours of her boyfriend. A shame she isn’t alive to make a change,” He hums, confidently bandaging your arms and face like he had done a million times before. And like he would continue to do a thousand times over. As he does that you down a cheap whiskey from the bottle to ease the pain. 

“Quite a shame. Almost as much as the fact that I have some cleaning up to do later. They were surprisingly bloody for how little it took to bring them down,” You sigh, raking your hands through your hair before realising your hands were still stained metallic red.

“You just take a shower and leave the rest to me,” Simon says with a quirk at the edge of his lips. 

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably end up in jail.”

“That’s both true and insulting.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

. . .

“Simon? I think it’s time for a change.”

“What colour?”

“You know me so well. I was thinking something colourful this time around, really make the sight a seemly one before they meet their end,” You say, looking in the mirror and preemptively mourning for the identity that would be no longer. 

Not if Simon had any say in it. He had a surprising knack for disguise; although, you suspect that a few missions would require a little bit of magic to make it work. Odd, though, considering it’s doubtful that anyone would be left to tell the tale of the infamous Simon “Ghost” Riley. 

“You just get into the bathroom, I’ll be there soon with the dye,” Simon calls out from across the house. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Not today,” Simon answers.

“Well, I love you very much for all that you do for me,” You say, expressing your thanks.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Simon chuckles, entering the bathroom with all that you could ever need for an identity change. “Although, have you ever considered wearing a mask? Speaking from personal experience, it does make a wonderful impression alongside shielding you from the public eye.”

You hum thoughtfully before responding with, “I have, although I’ve discovered the personal touch makes it all the more better. That, and, I think between the two of us, you pull it off way better than I ever could.”

“If you insist, love,” Simon laughs, the sound reverberating throughout you. 

“It’s the truth, now which colour would suit me better?” You ask, alternating two dyes in your hand and in your favour. 

“Tough question. I fear we might need a second opinion,” He teases. 

“You know me too well, get the team on the phone,” You grin, practically bubbling over with excitement. Some may say you were too enthusiastic given the circumstances, but not Simon. He always supported you in your little hobby and dinner parties - much to your surprise. He was everything that you could’ve ever asked for, and more.

. . .

“Hey, love, are you busy right now?” Simon asks over the phone - a surprising event considering that he was never one for calls. They irked him, verbatim words that make you giggle at the absurdity of all.

“No, of course not, Simon. What do you need?” You ask, slightly busy with cooking dinner but Simon always came first. You did put him on speaker though to make it a little easier. 

“Could you come down to the station? Some stories need to be set straight, if you know what I mean,” Simon almost growls out.

“I’ll be there in five,” You reply, dropping the pleasantries as a dark look overtakes you. 

. . .

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?” You ask, acting the part of an innocent victim.

“Can I get you some water?” Fake pleasantries. Nothing upset you more.

“No thank you. I’d prefer to get this cleared up as soon as possible, sir,” You spit out, decisive and curt with your words. 

“Of course. There appears to be significant evidence that forty-eight hours ago your significant other was put at the scene of a crime near the Lincoln bar. Likely as a perpetrator,” Is what the officer tells you, much to your chagrin. Despite the calm facade that you were putting forth, you were fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You know exactly what happened, exactly who was killed, and the reason behind it was all because of a jealous spat between Simon and a man who had the misfortune of hitting on you in front of the infamous Ghost. He just couldn’t control himself when it came to you.

“I find that highly unlikely,” You say brusquely.

“And why is that?”

“He was at the Lincoln bar, but both myself and three other people were with him the entire night. Here, I’ll write their numbers down,” You say, quickly uncapping the pen on the table. 

“We’ve already checked the surveillance, but thank you for these witnesses. There is a gap of time between 9:31 PM and 9:39 PM that we are awfully curious about.”

“From what I remember, he went to the bathroom,” You answer genuinely.

They continued their line of questioning, asking if you had any connection to the victim, if you had seen anyone suspicious, along with other interrogations that all ended with the classic ‘if you think of anything else, notify us.’ You had high hopes that Simon would be released almost immediately and you were proven right when he walked right out of the building over to where you were on the curb. 

“There’s my saviour,” Simon says, embracing you tightly.

“You haven’t forgotten our promise, right?” You ask with a smile.

“Of course not, love. I simply wanted to show my appreciation, as per usual,” Simon chuckles lightly.

“Be your alibi, and never ask why,” You say, interlocking your pinky with Simons.

“Never ask why,” Simon whispers back, promising it like a vow. 

“The boys invited us out to dinner at Price’s, angel. You feeling up to it?” You ask.

“Always if it involves you,” Simon flirts.

You roll your eyes, replying with, “You menace.”

“You know you love me,” Simon laughs. And you did. So, very, much. 

#ao3 #cod fic #cod mw2 #fanfic #mw2 141 #cod 141 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost x reader #john price #kyle gaz garrick #domestic fluff #fluff #drabble

[christabelq]

As any Tank Girl fans out there will know, our gal can often be seen wearing customised army helmets. They’re a super fun accessory, so I decided a few months back to have a go at making one. I started off by picking out a couple of ones I liked in the comics (see above for an example) and worked out a design. There were a lot of sticky out bits, so I had a feeling putting it together was going to be easier said than done, but I’ve never let that stop me before and didn’t this time. I could have taken the easy route and bought a plastic helmet, which would have been soooo simple to attach things to, but me being me, I decided to go with something authentic, namely (and I quote) a ‘genuine vintage Bulgarian army M72 steel combat helmet’ which was going cheap on good ol’ ebay 👍👍. I was totally expecting to have to drill holes in this for some of the attachments, but as luck would have it, there were some readymade ones 😊. These are the other bits I used…

1 x plastic creature head – I was looking for something which resembled the head on the attached reference picture and stumbled on something perfect while rummaging through a box of random toys in a thrift store.

1 x neodymium magnet – Used to fix the creature head onto the front of the helmet.

1 x dart – To stick in one of the holes. My only complaint here was I had to buy a pack of 3 and don’t know what to do with the other 2. Maybe I can use them in some future cosplay project.

1 x wooden rod + craft feathers + 1 x plastic wall plug – Used to make an arrow to poke in another of the holes. I had to make my own arrow, as none of the ones I saw for sale would have fit.

1 x kitchen fork – Another thrift store find which looked like it would be a good stand-in for the knife in the picture if I chopped the top off.

Some straps and buckles from an old bag – Stitched together to make a carrying strap for the helmet (which I needed to hang things off).

3 x old bullets for decoration

Some bits of leather to make a bandolier type thing to hold the bullets.

1 x old cigarette box for decoration.

1 x gun keyring – This was an impulse thrift store buy, which wasn’t in the original design, but I thought would be another good decoration (there were actually so many impulse buys like this I couldn’t use them all and ended up making a Tank Girl baseball cap for the overflow – more about that another time).

One of my old teddy bears (Flapjack) to hang from the knife (really a kitchen fork) handle.

1  x old white shoelace to make a hangman’s noose for my teddy (poor Flapjack 🎻).

Acrylic paint and brushes - I’m sure y’all can guess what these were for.

1x target sticker – I bought this in a craft store, because it looked just like the target on the helmet in the picture and I wanted to save myself a tricky painting job.

It took me a while to get all of that together (as you can imagine), but eventually I was ready to go. I eased myself in gently by sticking on the target sticker. Then I did the painting bits. I seem to be getting better at this, as I managed to get through it with no major screw-ups😊. I left the paint to dry for a day and sprayed on some fixative to protect it. It seems to be doing the job, though I have no clue how long it will last.

I made my arrow from the bits mentioned above and sawed off the top of the kitchen fork to make my stand-in knife. Then I worked out how I was going to attach everything. As I said, I used a magnet for the creature head. I stuck the arrow into one of the holes and the dart into another with a plastic bung on the other side to hold it in place. For the knife, I pushed a long screw through the last hole and screwed it into the top of the handle. You can see the screw from some angles, but it was the best I could come up with and it does the job.    

I hung Flapjack from the knife handle, clipped on the carry strap with its various decorations and that’s pretty much it. It’s not a bad take on the Tank Girl originals if I do say so myself, though it takes some getting used to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve bashed one of the sticky out bits on something when I’ve been walking around. Also it’s heavier at the back, so it has a tendency to slip off. As always, this isn’t a proper tutorial, but maybe it will be helpful if anyone out there is thinking of making their own Tank Girl helmet. Have fun if you do. I’m on Ko-fi if anyone is feeling generous and wants to support me in my cosplay adventures… ༻ko-fi.com/christabelq༺ It’s always super-appreciated. Bye for now. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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[natsstar]

safe house.

pairing: natashaxreader

warnings: pure fluff

summary: you’re left isolated in a safe house after a failed mission until natasha shows up to check on you.

word count: 2,400

edit: the first half of this is ick and the second is bomb so stick with me here.

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Missions. Goddamn missions.

Especially this goddamn mission, Jesus Christ. It was cold and it was dry and you are not cut out for these stupid mountains in any way, shape, or form. Sure, New York is blistering, but Serbia? That’s on another level.

You’d been discovered and all your covers were blown. Again. So per Fury’s orders you would be stationed here until everything blew over. In a safe house. In goddamn Serbia.

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“Are you fucking kidding me Nick? Another month?? Let me keep going I can handle these guys I swear,”

“No Y/N. This is your first solo mission, we want you taking it easy, kid.”

“Yea okay, but why do I have to stay in these butt fuck mountains,”

“Kid-”

“No, seriously Fury, what if I get hypothermia huh? Or a bear stomps out of the forest and eats me or I run out of- whatever the fuck you stocked in my pantry- beans? Baked beans?,”

“Y/N. I’m sending someone out there to check on you and restock your supply-”

“My supply of baked beans?,”

“Just- hold on tight. Keep warm kid.”

*click*

You jostle the landline back into its holder on the wall and flop face first onto the bed, groaning in disgust as the squeaky springs creak beneath you. The cabin really wasn’t that bad….. Just boring. Very boring. You had been training at Shield Headquarters since you were eleven just to be kicked off your mission after three days. There were a few tapes by the TV, but they were all in either Serbian or Russian, so not very helpful, and it was too damn cold to spend any more than thirty minutes outside.

Half heartedly rolling yourself off the squeaky mattress and flopping on the floor with a thud, you decide maybe chopping wood could kill some time. Not to mention you’re getting dangerously low on fuel for the fire place and it definitely isn’t getting warmer any time soon. Bundled up in two pairs of pants, snow boots, and the biggest fur coat you can find, you head out to the shed to dig out an ax. The ax is a little bit dull, but still manageable, so you get going on the nearest stump.

*whack*

“God I fucking-”

*whack*

“Hate it here.”

Something moves out of the corner of your eye and you stop mid swing. Whippig your head around and squinting towards the road you see a pair of headlights. Fuck.

“Shit shit shit fuck me jesus fuck,” you curse under your breath, throwing the ax into the snow and running inside the cabin. You throw off your massive chunky coat and pad towards the bed to retrieve your gun. Reaching underneath the mattress, you grab your handgun and duck behind the wall, ears perked and ready to fight. You hold your breath, white knuckling your gun as you hear a car door slam. You were sure your tracks were covered, so how the fuck did they find you?

The doorknob starts to jiggle and you crouch down low, gun pointed at the door. The heavy wooden door swings open and you hear something fall, hitting the ground with a thud, your perpetrator still covered by the door.

A head pokes around the door and a pair of eyes stares straight into the barrel of your gun.

“Gotcha some beans.”

You let out a loud exhale and drop your gun.

“Jesus Christ Natasha,” you breath out, head flopping down as you stare at the floor, mildly embarrassed.

Natasha grunts in acknowledgment, picking up the box of food off the floor. You set your gun down on the bed as she hauls the box up onto the counter.

“Ah. There we go. Now let’s make some dinner shall we? What’re you in the mood for Y/N?”

Natasha winks at you, a small smile creeping up her face.

You stare back blankly.

“Please no beans.”

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Natasha whips up some pasta in silence as you trod around the kitchen, trying to find something to do. You offer to watch the boiling water for a bit, but she shoos you away instantly.

Natasha and you had never exactly been….. Friends. Friendly, maybe, but Natasha was one of those people you kind of gawk at, not someone you talk to, at least not to you. She wasn’t even that much older than you, yet she still had this room commanding energy that you couldn’t seem to find in yourself. As a budding Avenger, you had spent ample time in the tower and trained with the team almost daily, yet you always had a hard time seeing them as equals to yourself. They were these world saving superheroes and you were just a kid. Fury scooped you up when you were just eleven years old, saving you from an underground government experiment. He quickly became a father figure to you, and began training you up to agent level almost immediately. At first he said it was just so you could defend yourself, but he knew he couldn’t keep you away from taking it up a notch. You had always been quick, strong, and determined, hoping to someday help kids like you.

The pot whistles and Natasha grabs her oven mitts, tipping the hot pot over the sink and the noodles into the strainer.

“Marinara sound good?,” Natasha asks, whipping her head around to look at you.

“Yea of course,” you say, nodding your head quickly.

You two eat in silence. Slurping the pasta and enjoying the company.

“So,” you start, trying to break the ice. “Are you just staying for dinner or…”

“Thought maybe I would stake out here for a couple days,” Natasha says, looking up from her plate of noodles. “If that’s okay with you of course.”

“No yea of course,” you blurt out, too quickly.

“Okay,” Natasha says, muffling a laugh.

In all honesty you just don’t want to be left alone to your own devices anymore. It’s just a small, very small and very miniscule perk that Natasha happens to be very pretty. She’d always been a little bit of a mystery to you and the rest of the team besides Clint of course, always keeping to herself and laying low. If anything, maybe you could find a friend, a way into the team dynamic of the Avengers.

You two begin cleaning up, her washing and scrubbing the dishes and you drying and putting them away.

“I thought I could just sleep on the couch, camp out in here,” Natasha says, shrugging her shoulders without looking up at you.

“Sure! Also you could have my bed and I’ll sleep out here, I mean it’s not that great, kind of squeaky, but I’m sure way better than the couch, and-”

Natasha flicks some water at you. “Don’t worry about me babe.”

You look back down at the dishes you’re drying, trying to hide the embarrassment, cursing yourself in your head to stop annoying the Russian spy washing your dishes.

“There’s uh, some um, movies I think. There’s a bunch of tapes by the TV, none of them are in English, but we could watch one tonight if you want?” you say without looking up.

“Yea.”

“Okay.”

She laughs under her breath as you wrinkle your nose at your own lack of social skills. Shield taught you how to be smart and cunning, but making friends? Nah.

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You slide in the tape as Natasha gets comfortable on the couch, suddenly aware of how much you’re overthinking her presence. You carefully turn your head to look back at her where she ‘s sitting, only for the redhead to stare right back. You smile weakly before turning back to the VCR and turning on the TV. God she’s intimidating. She probably didn’t mean to be either, it’s just- the green in her eyes. God they’re so green and bright and every time you look into them you feel ice dragging down your spine.

You take a seat next to her on the couch as the TV fires up, scooting slightly closer to her, but not too close. She’s sitting cross legged next to you, wearing a black hoodie with her hair tousled in a low bun. You hug your legs to your chest, resting your chin on the tops of your knees. Just the sheer proximity of a person you don’t know very well is enough to induce panic, but Natasha Romanoff was a whole different ordeal. The movie drones on and you begin to gather that it’s a romance between a farm girl and a city boy, but that’s as far as you can get- completely lost to the Serbian dialogue. You shift, propping your head up on your hand, trying to stay awake. Eyelids drooping you start to drift off, the weight of the day and the stress of the failed mission pulling you into a quick, deep sleep.

You wake up to credits rolling on the TV, some corny song playing in the background. Fuzzy from sleep, you gather that you’ve managed to get into a sleeping position, laying on the couch with your legs stretched out behind you. Eyes still closed, you feel a hand in your hair, slowly stroking and caressing your sleepy head. You freeze, body going rigid as you realize your head is in Natasha’s lap. Slowly opening your eyes and peering up, you see Natasha, head rolled back onto the couch as her fingers mindlessly tangle through your hair. Smiling to yourself and closing your eyes, you nuzzle your head into her lap, wrapping one of your arms around her knee. You feel Natasha’s hand freeze for a moment as you readjust, only to go back to running through your hair again once she deemed you were comfortable. You succumb to sleep again, drifting off as Natasha’s fingers soothe you back into a peaceful state.

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You wake up to sunlight pouring through the open window, stretching out your arms and letting out a loud yawn. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look around, Natasha nowhere in sight. You get up, shivering in the morning air of the cabin and look towards the kitchen. There’s a steaming pot of coffee and an empty mug waiting on the counter. Smiling to yourself, you grab a blanket and wrap yourself up before padding towards the counter and pouring a cup of coffee for yourself. Siping your coffee and staring out the kitchen window, you see little snowflakes falling, and a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. Through the flurries you spot a cold, yet content Natasha, bundled up, sitting on the porch step sipping her coffee.

You tiptoe out the front door towards where she’s sitting, carefully taking a seat next to her while draping the left side of your blanket around her shoulders.

Natasha gives you a rosy smile, her nose and cheeks cold. “Morning sleepy head”

“Hey Nat.”

“Hey Y/N.”

You lay your head on her shoulder, letting out a breathy sigh as you shiver.

“Thank you for coming,” you say.

“Of course-,” Natasha starts, “and thank you for staying,” you whisper into the morning air.

“Of course.” Natasha whispers back.

“You know I didn’t think my first solo mission would end up like this,” you begin explaining, “I wanted to prove myself to Fury, prove myself to the whole team that I’m capable.”

You pause for a moment, “I am, I know I am it’s just– I don’t know. I wish-”

Natasha turns her body towards you, forcing you to lift up your head off her shoulder and look at her, “You are Y/N. Shit happens, everyone makes mistakes, it doesn’t make you any less ready. Sometimes it’s out of your control, and you can’t beat yourself up for that. Fury believes in you, the team believes in you, I believe in you.”

The look Natasha has is stern, her green eyes boring into you.

Staring right back at her, you whisper, “thank you Nat”. Natasha inches her face just a few centimeters closer, smiling at you “You got this Y/N.”

Overcome with adoration for the woman in front of you, you stare right back, searching her eyes for something, anything to confirm that she’s feeling what you are. Wrapped up in the same blanket, keeping each other warm, you feel so close to her in this moment, absolute silence surrounding the two of you, except for the patter of the falling snow.

“Nat, I–” She lifts her hand to cup the side of your face, leaning forward and resting her forehead against yours, eyes closed. “I know,” she whispers.

After a moment she opens her eyes looking back at you. Your breath catches in your throat, having her so close to you, completely in your space, was something you never thought you would experience, especially not with Natasha. Maybe it was the isolation of the cabin, or the stress of the failed mission still looming over you, but Natasha felt like a beacon light, sitting in front of you, willing you to come closer. Shaking, you lift your hand, placing it over hers still cupping your cheek, unable to express anything through words.

In one fluid movement you drop your hand, placing it on her chin and lightly pulling her towards you, eyes closed and lips parted. She meets your gesture eagerly, pressing her mouth to yours and snaking her hand around to the base of your neck, gripping your hair. Your hand finds her waist, tugging her closer so your bodies are pressed together. In that moment, you feel everything, you feel her. The way her cold nose brushes yours and the way she chases your mouth every time you pull away for air leaves your heart fluttering.

After kissing for what feels like hours and being entirely consumed by Natasha, you pull away, resting your forehead to hers, mildly out of breath.

“Please don’t leave,” you whisper. “Not today.”

“I won’t,” Natasha says back, her fingers snaking into your hair, still holding you close to her. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

You let out a breathy laugh of relief, leaning back into her, trying to capture this moment and remain in it forever, here with her, in the silence of the falling snow, apart from everything and everyone except the woman in front of you.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha x y/n #marvel #wlw community #wlw love #wlwedit

[justblades]

♡ MAKE LOVE WITH ME ! ➠ 100 EVENT

PROMPTS ; #81 ❝ do you wonder what it is that makes me scream? ❞

#76 ❝ you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck. ❞

#41 ❝ what makes you think i'm going to fuck you? ❞

#6 ❝ we’re really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us? ❞

WARNINGS ; public sex, hand job, blow job, teasing, nsfw, smut. (gender neutral!reader)

#81 ❝ do you wonder what it is that makes me scream? ❞

granted with soft hums and moans of approval as you bob your head up and down on his tall dick, you continue to pick up the pace little by little to cater to ike's taste. his skin glistens with your spit continuing to drip from his balls down to the marble floorings.

you take him in deeper slowly, widening your jaw so there would be enough space for his large cock inside your mouth. guttural moans starts to slip up from ike, the warmth and the texture of your tongue all melts on his flinching girth inside, it all made him feel fuzzy in a way that he couldn't help but grab fistfuls of your hair on either sides.

confusion washes over you but it all made sense when he continued to assist you in sucking him. his siren, chartreuse eyes engrain the sight of you sucking him off into his memory by the way he's been watching you. ike encourages you taking him all in by saying phrases like, "yes, just like that" or "a little more" and you gladly oblige.

the kind smile playing on his lips start to turn upside down once you stuck your tongue out to let him feel the sensation of your tongue, twirling it around his yearning cock with slow kitty licks. you retract your tongue, stick it out and vice versa— ike's mewls of gratification chime into your ears like a reward for your hardwork.

as you maintained that pace and pattern of sucking him, a sweet aftertaste with a tinge of sourness explodes like firecrackers in your tastebuds, you were starting to get a taste of his pre cum. even though your mouth starts to feel numb from the rate you were going at it, you decided to make up for the lack of movements with your two hands pumping his girth in a pattern with your mouth.

not until then, ike felt his knot of release coming anytime soon and so he shoves his dick all the way in to your mouth, the tip of his cock almost kissing with the walls of your throat, making you gag from the overall feeling. gulping down all his cum in a few seconds, you whip ike's limp dick out of your wet cavern and flashed ike with your pseudo innocent smile with watery eyes. you pant heavily as well to catch your breath.

“do you wonder what it is that makes me scream?”

your eyebrow raises in uncertainty. processing his question mentally, you respond by shaking your head as a "no" answer.

"it's you smiling at me after gagging on my dick like a cocksleeve."

#76 ❝ you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck. ❞

ike decides to cook you a dish he recently discovered, you patiently wait for him to finish but a one hour seemed like it was an eternity that's passing, a never ending rotation in the clock that you were near in succumbing to ennui.

dozen of minutes ticked and you finally reach your limit, you visit ike on the kitchen wearing clothes made of thin, breezy fabric that sheerly covered your body with it. ike was chopping the basic ingredients like onion and garlic, you could tell alone from the scent that wafts in the room.

you snake your arms around ike's abdomen, hands exploring his chiseled torso with a lento movement. "it's hot in here, you don't have to." he pertains to the fact that you're accompanying him in the kitchen whilst he was cooking. "i know, but . . i miss you already." your dominant hand palms his soft dick through his pants, ike's jaw falls agape at your sudden actions.

"we can't, i'm cooking something for us right now." he tries to softly unclasp your grasp on his body with a tender touch. "you don't have to cook something, i can just eat you and you can eat me." you murmur and persisted with the way you're holding ike's body captive.

the ash haired sighs in defeat and says, "you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck."

#41 ❝ what makes you think i'm going to fuck you? ❞

"what makes you think i'm going to fuck you?" his voice was nonchalant, gaze sweeping past your figure like you were an irrelevant person. a crease appears between your eyebrows, teeth grinding against each other as you do your best to rile him up again. "ike, you're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

the grayscale haired chortles in return, "i don't have any sex drive right now, i'm being serious." he replies and continues what he was supposed to be doing and in this context, he was assembling his pc setup all according to a draft he made earlier.

"ike just please . . one more ?" you plead as you pull him towards your body with doe eyes you've ever widened and appeared to act cute. "there can always be tomorro—" cutting off ike's words with one strip of his pants and boxers, revealing his soft cock, you stroke it little by little until it gradually grew taller and harder.

a sinister smirk plays across your lips, "little buddy here is saying otherwise." he whimpers and props his arms on the desk table behind him, feeling lukewarm liquids coat his pretty dick. "if you keep doing that i don't know what i'll be able to do you." ike struggles to speak in clear, coherent sentences everytime you stroke him. as for you, it was entertaining to see him get big from your touches.

you take him all in then, making him gasp from the abruptness but moan the next. looking up at him with one last sinister smile, "why wait for tomorrow if we can do it today?"

#6 ❝ we’re really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us? ❞

horror and disbelief paints ike's expressions, he queries with a high-pitched voice, "we're really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us?" you stop him from saying any more complaints by putting an index finger on his lips. scanning the surroundings properly, the scenic view was nothing but the waves of blue and aquamarine hues crashing against the harsh pale shoreline, birds flying across the horizon as they flock in one direction.

"see? there's no one here but us, now pound me to the deepest pits of hell already." reassuring the male, you bend over at his front and stuck your butt out, letting it bask under the golden sunlight in which it gleams from the sunscreen you put on earlier. there was hesitation in ike's hum in agreement but nonetheless, he follows his impulses.

clasping hard on your ass cheeks, he prods your hole with his hard crown, making you gasp a little as your walls start to enlarge. "ike, you're so big." he tries to shrug off your dirty sweet nothings as he didn't want to drag the sex any longer from the nervousness of someone actually seeing you commit such a lascivious act in the beach.

ike's nails continue to dig on your skin and he finally pushes himself all the way in, a feeling of relief and excitement brews from his body. what's with the sudden wave of adrenaline pumping in his veins that he picks up the pace so early? is it the constant worry someone is actually peering on you two having sex?

he couldn't come to a conclusion as he pounded you mindlessly, while you hold tight on the thin fabric matting to seperate your bodies from the searing hot sands. a gust of breeze blows as both of your hair ripple along the wind softly, in contrary to the way ike has been prodding your hole intensely.

you start to grip the sheets by how harsh he's been going, "ike, what's gotten you so fueled?" asking him as he continues to do what he's doing, a conceited chuckle slips out from his lips. "maybe you being so desperate for my dick that you're not even shameful doing this in public."

#luxiem smut #luxiem #luxiem x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland smut #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #☹ soliloquartz 100 #nijisanji en x reader

[nyxoz]

Congrats on 500!!! Would love a sweet Eddie proposal!

omg i squealed when i saw this request i love it!!!!! p.s. i stole this idea off of bride wars bc to me it’s the perfect proposal and if my future partner doesn’t propose this way i will be upset hehe 💓

The studio apartment you and Eddie have moved into was the definition of tiny, but you loved it because it was your space, together.

It’s your first night in your new home and there’s boxes stacked around the place, some opened and some still sticky taped shut. You’d only gotten everything up the stairs (cause the elevator was broken) about an hour ago, so you haven’t had a chance to unpack much just yet.

“I’m famished.” Eddie says as he puts some clothes in the dresser drawers.

“Famished, are you?” You chuckle, “Well, we can’t have that. What do you want for dinner?”

Eddie’s lips purse together as he thinks, his eyes looking upwards. “Oh! Oh!” He says excitedly, “There’s that Chinese place just around the corner?”

You nod as you stack a few books on a shelf, “Chinese sounds good to me.”

About thirty minutes later, you and Eddie are sitting on the floor in front of your bed, because you don’t have a table to eat on just yet, gorging on fried noodles, kung pao chicken, Peking duck, dumplings, and egg rolls.

Eddie is very badly using chop sticks because he’s refusing to use a fork. “I can do it.” He grumbled as you held a fork out to him.

You’re talking about how you want to put a tv on top of the dresser that lines the wall opposite your bed but Eddie doesn’t really seem to be paying that much attention. He almost looks nervous with how he’s poking at his food and avoiding your eye contact.

You chalked it up to him being a bit antsy over the move and your first night as real adults in your own place.

As you both call time of death on your feast, he backs up the meals straight away and puts the left overs in the fridge before grabbing something out of the plastic bag the food came in.

Eddie comes to sit back next to you and holds out two fortune cookies in the palm of his hand.

“Your fortune, m’lady.” He says, smiling.

Your fingers dance over both of them before grabbing the one on the left.

You crush the cookie in your hand and pull out the little piece of paper. You stuff your face with the cookie quickly before rolling the paper out and holding it to your face.

Swallowing down the treat, you read the small letters printed on the little white piece of paper.

You blink a few times, thinking you’re hallucinating. but nope, every time you open your eyes and reread it there’s four little words, one question, written on it.

Slowly you turn your head to Eddie and he’s there smiling shyly with wide big brown eyes and holding something out in both his hands.

It’s a small box. A blue velvet box and nestled inside is a diamond ring. it’s very small and dainty but definitely cost Eddie everything he has saved.

You look back up to his face and he takes a breath before he speaks. He looks so nervous.

“Y/N,” he starts, “I love you. So much that you’re all I think about everyday. I wonder when I’m going to see you next, what we’re going to do that day, if I can get you to do that cute little snort when you laugh,”

Your eyes are blurry now and you let out a snotty giggle.

“I want you. For the rest of my life. I want you on your good days and your bad days. I want you when you’re happy and sad. I want you when you’re old and wrinkled and you’re telling our grandkids off for flying their hoverboards too high,”

You’re fully crying now, but laughing along with him. His smile is big and there are creases around his mouth.

“I want you forever. Will you marry me?”

You nod fast and all but collapse against him. He catches you against his chest, holding you close as you cry into his neck, his hair tickling at your face.

“Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes!” You say, pulling away and looking at him.

He laughs and smiles down at you, tears pricking at his eyes too. Leaning down, he captures your mouth with his, pressing a hard kiss against you.

Pulling away, his attention comes down to the box still in his hand. He holds it between you and grabs the ring in a shaky hand. You hold your left hand up, shakily as well, and he slips the ring onto your ring finger.

You swallow deeply, trying to compose yourself as you look down at the ring.

Here you are, on the floor of your small new apartment, dressed in gym gear and still sweaty from the move, feeling happier than you ever have in your entire life.

“I love you.” You say looking up at him.

“I love you. Forever.” He says.

You give a snotty laugh and lean forward to kiss him again, “forever.” You say against his lips.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #oz writes #oz writes eddie munson #nxyoz

[itsoutrageouss]

Hey if you still takes request, and if it's not too much trouble for you to write, can you do one where the reader (gender neutral) is the older sibling of Dustin and they just hit one year anniversary of ED (abnormal anorexia) free but no one seems to remember except Eddi who prepared a nuce dinner for them to celebrate ?

My family just ignored me all day and I just want someone to be proud of me...

a/n: we’re all proud of you here sweetheart <3 also hi I’m still alive i think so.

warning: mentions of ED, Wayne and Eddie being the best thing ever

word count: 1k ish

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

Don’t cry yet - e. m.

—☕️

It’s not like you expected a parade in your honor or anything, but a little

Hey, congratulations!

Or

I’m so proud of you,

would’ve been nice. Instead you find Dustin already halfway out the door when you and your fuzzy socks pad into the kitchen.

“Hey! Morning! Uh- goodbye!” He says distractedly before slinging a backpack over his shoulder and slamming the door, much to your mothers dismay.

He was probably just busy, you figured. He’d remember sooner or later.

“Have any plans today, sweetie?” Your mom asked from the couch where she was automatically knitting away on whatever project. Her smile was genuine and innocent. They’d forgotten. Maybe you were foolish to think it was even a big deal.

Still you hummed as you made a bowl of cereal- content that you could do this now with no feelings of shame or fear. Still it didn’t feel like much of an achievement when no one was there to support your growth.

The day went by silently for you, and when none of your friends came by, when no one called, you curled back up in bed, furiously wiping away the few tears you’d let spill.

—☕️

Meanwhile eddie was scrambling around the tiny kitchen of the trailer with Wayne.

“I’ve never seen you this worked up over dinner before, kid” Wayne mused as he watched his nephew chaotically trying to stop the pasta from boiling over and not letting the chopped onions burn to coal.

“Well it’s a big deal today. They deserve this,” he replied, eyes never leaving the pots and pans in front of him, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

“Here, like this,” Wayne said, placing his beer on whatever space was free on the counter before taking the wooden spoon from eddies hands to help him along. He showed him how to go about it before going back to observing with an amused smile.

Eddies face was burning from the heat, curls sticking to his temple and neck. Wayne tsk’ed at him: “all this hair, son. You can’t see shit,” he snickered before retrieving a hair tie from somewhere between the couch cushions. Eddie bent down slightly in the knees so Wayne could reach all his hair, tying it back in a low bun for him.

“Thanks man,” he laughed, eyes beaming at the thought of seeing your face again. Your smile when he’d proudly present his dinner to you, when he’d watch you eat, more carefree than ever.

—☕️

You jumped, nearly falling out of bed at the sound of the phone ringing. You scrambled to get to it. It didn’t even matter if it was for you, any kind of interaction was greatly appreciated.

“Hello?” You asked, voice hoarse from not being used all day.

“Hey you,” Eddies familiar voice hits your ears and it gives you instant comfort. There’s a tiny speck of hope flickering in the wholeness of your heart, nervously licking against the walls whenever he spoke to you.

“How’s your day been?” He asks, but almost hurriedly like he has more to say. You had temporarily forgotten about the neglect you’d felt all day, so you give him a blunt ‘fine’ without more explanation. He hums distractedly and you feel your heart sink, believing he’s forgotten too.

“So listen I uh.. I got a surprise for you, kind of- well it’s dinner. I made dinner. I know it’s like only four but I started wayyy too early and now it’s just waiting so I thought why the fuck not just get you over here, right now.”

He always rambled when he was nervous. You hadn’t even noticed the giant grin that spread on your face, heating your cheeks.

“For me?” You whispered after a beat of silence. You were biting the tip of your finger in an attempt not to cry or laugh- you didn’t even know how to react.

“For you.” He said softly.

—☕️

When you arrived at the trailer, Wayne was on his way to work his night shift. “There you are! You have no idea how much that boy tried not to mess up the food- tell him you like it no matter what will ya? He really cares for you.” He said casually with a hinting smile. The sentient made your chest tighten in the best way possible. To think he spent all day working so hard doing something he hates just for you and your accomplishment. He made you feel so seen.

“I promise, Mr. Munson. Thank you.” You replied.

Eddie rushed out the door when he heard your voice, nearly stumbling over his own feet. His hair was in a loose bun, curly strands framing his face and plastering to his neck.

Before you could greet him he lifted you up into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you” he grumbled into the crevice of your neck before setting you down and pulling you into the trailer by your hand. His words hugged your entire soul, and you couldn’t even thank him before tears welled in your eyes;

The small dining tables had an old cloth covering it, with two mismatched plates of your favorite pasta dish and canned bear in plastic wine cups.

“Voila” he laughs sheepishly, nervous that you’d find his gesture silly or stupid. It wasn’t very formal, the food maybe wasn’t the best but he really tried, and given your response earlier it seemed no one had celebrated you today which made his heart clench.

“The uhh, onions kind of burned. I know you don’t like wine so I hope this beer will do, and-“

You walked over to where he was standing and hugged him so tightly, trying to convey every single ounce of gratitude into it. He stood silent first, stiff, but quickly melted into your touch, his palm gently on your head where you hid in his chest.

“I love it, Eddie. I love it.” You said with a groggy voice, tears soaking into the material of his shirt. He squeezed you tighter, planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Now don’t cry before you’ve tasted it allright.” He muttered, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you.

The food was bordering on really good, and the beer was definitely better than wine. You spent the rest of the evening talking, eating and drinking, with Eddie telling you how proud he was over and over again.

I don’t know how to end this fic I just love him too much. They lived happily ever after guys.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn angst #Joseph Quinn smut #Steve Harrington #Joe keery #stranger things imagines #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2

[heejayy]

Eren Y. || Campus Creeper

Warning: mentions death, blood, swearing

Genre: angst

Pairing: Eren Y. x Black reader

Happy Halloween! Stay safe!❤️👻

For Halloween you and your boyfriend decided to go with something simple but classic, ghost face. Well more like he was ghost face and you dressed up as a sexy bloody victim, either way it was a good costume.

“Hey have you seen my thigh garter?” You asked Eren as you looked under the piles of clothes that somehow found its way to the floor.

“No check your vanity” he answered unsurely “and please hurry up we’re gonna be late.”

You rolled your eyes “when are you ever on time for a party Eren? You’re known to be fashionably late” you mocked throwing up air quotes. Eren smacked his lips glaring at you “you’re not cute now hurry up” you giggled knowing for a fact you were irking his nerves.

After a few minutes of searching you found it and slid it up your thigh. Taking some time to check your outfit again Eren yanked your wrist eagerly rushing you out the house almost yanking your arm off. You two finally made it but you started feeling a bit nervous. “Ooh I’m so excited I haven’t been out in so long” you giddily smile as you took Eren hand stepping out the car.

“Can I say you look gorgeous” he smirked eyeing you up and down, you shyly smiled looking away. “Oh stop Eren you should see yourself, girls are gonna be all over you” and it’s true for some reason girls like hot guys in a mask, you for sure was drooling over him “and you better behave” you added with a warning glare.

He raised his hands in surrender “yes ma’am” he smirked winking at you “now let’s get this party started!” You playfully rolled your eyes you for sure knew he had a few shots before you both left home.

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You were chatting in the kitchen with a random girl you just met while your sipped on your drink. You chose to stick with juice because you for sure knew Eren was getting shit faced tonight and you’ll have to drive home.

“Girl have you heard of the Campus Creeper?” You shook you head no in confusion.

“The campus who?”

“The Campus Creeper” she exclaimed “he or she is responsible for like six students disappearing” you looked at her furrowing your eyebrows.

“Has he been caught yet?” your question was met with a sigh and a head shake.

“Not even one lead and to make things worse the students have nothing in common the killer is just targeting anyone” you nodded feeling a little uneasy as you looked off into the living room.

Something about that news made you feel weird. Maybe it was because it was Halloween night and you were at a frat party full of people you didn’t know, but you couldn’t shake this queasiness in your stomach.

“Hey I’ll be back I’m gonna go find my boyfriend” the girl nodded leaning against the counter taking down a another shot “you be safe ok?” You added before leaving.

You threw your cup away while before leaving the kitchen. Since the ghost face costume was common you had a little trouble finding Eren so you walked around calling his name. The longer it took the more frustrated you were becoming pushing through the sweating bodies with the loud music blasting through your ears. You made it to an empty hallway and leaned against the wall, you were becoming breathless and aggravated, you were pissed and ready to go.

While trying to catch your breath you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around annoyed until you realized who it might be. “Eren?” You asked, the masked figure nodded.

“Finally! I’ve been looking everywhere for you” you wiped the sweat beads off your forehead “I’m ready to go babe I can’t do this anymore.”

He nodded and you took his hand walking down the stairs. Eren was unusually quiet as you both walked down, but you just chopped it up to him being too drunk to form a sentence.

“You can take your mask off silly we’re leaving” you said letting his hand go.

You made it outside and remembered you left your jackets upstairs. “Damn it I’ll right back I left our coats.” You turned to leave but he forcefully pulled you back by your forearm, you winced in pain turning around confused “I said I’ll be back, chill” you huffed snatching your arm back rubbing the spot where he roughly grabbed you. Without thinking much of it you left him on the porch of the frat house as you ran back in.

You successfully found the jackets without running into anyone fucking in the rooms and made your way back downstairs. To say you were tired was an understatement.

“Hey baby where you going?!” You heard someone call for you over the music. You rolled your eyes thinking it was a cat caller and kept walking.

“Y/n where are you going?” They called again and rushed in front of you stopping you from walking, it was Eren.

“Huh?” You said genuinely confused “I told you I was ready to go why are you back inside?” You asked puzzled and he stared back mirroring your confusion.

“No you didn’t I was in the game room with Jean and Connie playing beer pong. Where were you?” Now you were really confused and slightly scared.

“No I found you upstairs and left you on the porch while I came back for our coats stop playing around” you explained with your voice stern but trembling a bit.

“I’m being serious I was in the game room the whole time baby.” Your stomach dropped and your throat became dry.

“oh- ok well can we go?” He nodded taking the coats from you and grabbing your hand. He could tell you were becoming overwhelmed with the big crowd and the loud music, and right now could only take so much.

When you walked outside you made it your mission to look around for the one you dragged out here but ended seeing no one but students partying on the lawn. You felt overwhelming nauseous and you were just ready to be home where you would be safe.

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The next morning you felt much better, but still couldn’t get that stranger out of your head. Who were they? And why did they go along with you? Could it have been the Campus Creeper?

You shook your thoughts away getting to head to the kitchen knowing you’d find Eren there.

“Mornin’ baby I made you breakfast and coffee” Eren smiled sliding the plate towards you along with your cup. “Thank you handsome” you returned a smile and kissed him on the cheek.

“Ayo babe did you hear about what happened last night? That Campus Creeper got someone else” he shook his head in disappointment while pouring syrup on his waffles “good thing we left when we did.”

You looked at him terrified “who?”

He just shrugged “not sure but some girls found her body behind the house, it was a complete blood bath” he pulled out his phone showing you the ID picture of the victim. You let out a horrific gasp it was the girl you were talking to in the kitchen.

“Did you know her?” He asked concerned.

“N-no I just I met her last night at the party, we were talking and I..I told her to stay safe” you poked your breakfast with a fork feeling that nauseous feeling returning.

“Damn poor thing” he sighed “I’m gonna start going everywhere with you, you understand? It’s not safe for you to be alone” You nodded sadly thinking that could’ve been you.

A/n: I was gonna do a plot twist and make Eren the murderer but I didn’t know how I would fit that in and it seemed like too much work 💀

#happy halloweeeeeeen #eren angst #aot imagines #aot angst #aot fanfic #eren yeager x black reader #aot x black reader #eren x reader #jean kirschtein x you #Connie springer #Hange #eren yeager imagines #aot reiner

[iamafanofcartoons]

Ruby: “Okay, so then we got on top of the train right? ‘Cause there’s no way we could leave the Grimm fighting to the train’s defenses and just those 2 huntsmen!”

Weiss: “Especially because, well, let’s just say they didn’t exactly inspire confidence when we first met them. And then their performance only confirmed our suspicions.”

Ruby: “Yeah, they weren’t too good, but we did awesome!  The things attacking the train were manticores and Sphinxes; a whole pack or swarm or. . . Penny what’s the correct term?”

Penny: “As they are flying Grimm, it would usually be considered a flock.”

Ruby: “A whole flock of them! I had never fought them before! Their huge fangs were so cool! They were. . . Just like this:”

Ruby, before Weiss can realize what she’s doing and stop her, puts chop sticks in her mouth

Ruby: “Like this: RAWR! I read they can go through a foot of steel!”

Weiss: “Ruby! We’ve all fought them before now and we’re in public! Where are your manners?”

Winter: “Hahaha. . . Weiss, you said that it was a pain to get Ruby through your Grimm studies class. She seems rather interested in them.”

Weiss: “Her interest is directly correlated to how cool it looks. Just try to get her to learn boarbatusk herding behavior.”

Penny: “Really that’s actually a rather fascinating thing!”

Ruby: Anyway back to the story! So: At first we could handle them pretty easy; I cut the first one down and in half with one swipe after it went past Yang and Blake!”

Weiss: “After which you decided was the perfect time to pose and taunt the Grimm. So I had to save your butt when one came from behind you.”

Ruby: “Hehe. . . I knew no matter what I would be fine because you were there! You always save me, all of us actually! Everyone owes you so much!”

Weiss: “Oh she’s exaggerating. We all always help each other when we can. . . You saved me right after that remember? There was a tunnel coming, and we were running back to the hatch, when I was hit by a fireball from one of the Grimm.”

Ruby: “And I grabbed you by the wrist and petal bursted you into the train! The red and blue spiral we made was so cool!”

Penny: “If you saved each other then it seems like you’re even one to one!”

Ruby: “Maybe if it was only that! But Weiss saved us all, and me specifically, a lot later too! Like when we were still on the train a fireball took out the tracks and Weiss’s glyphs made it so we didn’t crash as hard! She probably saved us all!”

Weiss: “I didn’t help that much; we still crashed.”

Winter: “A full train? That’s very powerful for your glyphs Weiss. I’m impressed.”

Weiss: “It was only a few empty cars because we had already detached most of it.”

Winter: “Still my point stands.”

Ruby: “And later when we were fighting Cordovian and her mech, sorry about the whole. . . All of that by the way,”

Winter: “You did what you had to. And anyway. . . And. . . Let’s say there’s a reason that woman is stationed where she is.”

Penny: “Even if you all collectively broke 137 laws and ordinances, which would result in almost assured life imprisonment if it was ever prosecuted.”

Weiss: “How very comforting.”

Ruby: “So anyway when she tried to blast us the canon on that thing, Weiss put up a rock wall and saved us from getting blasted!”

Winter: “Thats a rather high degree excessive force.”

Penny: “And against regulations for use of that machine.”

Weiss: “Thats what we were saying! Except the regulations part. But Ruby; before that you saved all of us from the apathy, terrible things by the way, they drain you like one of Father’s self promotion parties, with your eyes. And you almost stopped the leviathan.”

Ruby: “Sure, but against Cordovian she saved me from falling twice! And it was only with your lancer that I was able to do that! Admit it Weiss: you’re a life saver. Literally.”

Weiss: “Well, I cant exactly let you get hurt if I can avoid it, can I? I like all of us, but especially you too much.”

Ruby: “And I’ll always be thankful.”

Penny: “When we fought Cinder, Winter and I saved each other too!”

Ruby: “Ooo! Tell us! We haven’t heard enough about your fight!”

Weiss: “Yes, please do.”

Penny: “So when I was with Fria and. . . She was passing on. . . Cinder has gotten back inside because Fria wasn’t making a wall of cold anymore! She sent her Grimm arm towards us but Winter jump in and cut it off just in time!”

Winter: “And that’s how I got into the fight that almost, and would have, killed me you two not showed up; because by that time my aura was already broken. . . From when Penny saved me earlier. . .”

Weiss: “What happened?”

Winter: “Cinder pushes both me and Penny through the walls, so we were fighting in the air. Penny and Cinder can fly of course, so I was using my manticore summon,”

Ruby: “You have a manticore summon!? That’s so cool! Weiss you need to make one!”

Weiss: “SSSSHH!”

Winter: “We tried to double team her; flying at her from two directions. But she was smarter than I had hoped. . . When I was attacking alone she destroyed my summon with her swords, then sent a fireball to destroy my aura.”

Weiss: Gasp

Winter: “I would have assuredly fallen to my death below. . . But instead of following Cinder. . . Penny saved me.”

Penny: “Yet the first thing you did was scold me for it.”

Winter: “I thought we may have just lost everything to Cinder. . . In that case my life really doesn’t matter.”

Penny, putting her hand over Winter’s: “Winter, I said this back then, and I mean it maybe even more now: you’re life does matter. At least to me. And it always will.”

Winter looked at Penny, who’s green eyes stared back. Sometimes she would forget that Penny was technically a machine; because she could see what was behind all of the sensors and cameras

A soul

A soul that really did love her. And one she loved back

Leaning forward, she was reminded yet again how human Penny’s lips were too

Ruby, staring at this adorable display: “. . . Weiss. . . Remember how we said we’d thank each other later, on the train?”

Weiss, a little uncomfortable at her sister making out in front of her: “Y-Yeah, I do. Why-“

Ruby takes a soft hold of Weiss, and looks into her eyes for a second. Before closing hers, and leaning in

The kiss caught Weiss off guard, but after a millisecond she melted in Ruby’s liplock embrace, and returned the favor

After a few moments of being lost in bliss, Ruby pulled back

And Weiss regained her normal senses

Weiss: “RUBY ROSE! What have I told you about making out with me in public!? I explicitly told you not to embarrass me I front of my sister!!”

Ruby: “But you still seemed to enjoy it!”

Weiss: “T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

Winter, having gotten done with her own kiss: “Weiss, calm down, please give the girl a break. It’s just because she loves you. . . And don’t think it should be embarrassing in respect to me: I’m happy you have someone like Ruby.”

Penny: “And Schnees are difficult to resist. One can’t blame her for wanting to kiss a snow angel.”

Ruby: “Yeah exactly! They are really sensational aren’t they Penny?”

Penny: “They are! Perfect in most ways my sensors can measure! We are so lucky to have them!”

Weiss: “I. . . I suppose we might be the lucky ones, aren’t we Winter?”

Winter: “That a couple of frozen women like us found red headed Dolts to melt us, and apparently quite enjoy our company? And that I must say are fairly attractive? I do think we are.”

Ruby: “. . . Penny. . . I just realized something. . . We’re going to be sisters one day!”

Penny: “I KNOW ISNT IT GREAT!?!!”

Ruby: “WE COULD HAVE A DOUBLE WEDDING!”

Penny: Excited robot noises

Winter: “I’m not sure about that, but still: I guess that means we’ll have to at least save each other until then.”

Weiss: “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

(Hope you like this one!)

Artist: Gardavwar

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/xh23p4/double_date_gardavwar/

https://www.deviantart.com/gardavwar/art/Double-Date-840380149

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