#thank you authors who have been through hell and remind us to look at the bright side

[saberlight1]

lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

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You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

#anon asks #tbosas #coriolanus snow #billy bonney #billy the kid #billy the kid gifs #billy bonney x reader #billy the kid x reader #william h bonney #william h bonney x reader #tom blyth #billy antrim #billy antrim x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coryo snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 4

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Masterlist)

Author’s note: I love this series and I want to thank everyone who comments/reblogs/likes. I love you all and it gives me so much motivation to keep working on this series 💕

Cassian limped out of his room, using the wall for support as he walked into the living room.

“Sweetheart, can you grab me the ice pack from the freezer?”

You and Feyre had been in the kitchen making waffles, but the two of you make your way over to Cassian to help him, abandoning the batter you were making. You grab the ice pack from the freezer and a hand towel to wrap around it, while Feyre walks over to help ease Cassian onto the couch, helping him prop his leg up on the coffee table.

You place the ice pack on his knee, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it under his leg.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You ask, concern etched onto your brows.

He sighs, “just my knee flares up if I do too much, and I got a little ambitious with the girl I hooked up with last night.”

Feyre snorts as he waggles his eyebrows. You sit on the arm of the couch facing him, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Cassian leans his head back on the couch, “yeah can you grab my pain meds? They’re probably in my bathroom.”

You scuttle off after he tells you what the bottle looks like, walking through his room into his bathroom. You’re not surprised at how messy it is, clothes litter the floor and papers are strewn across his desk.

You can hear Feyre and Cassian talking but can’t make out what they’re saying as you begin your search. You search through his drawers and medicine cabinet, finding various medicines, condoms, and even pads, but not the bottle he described. The sight of the pads reminds you of a story Mor told where she had told Cassian she was on her period and his response was, “let’s get messy, baby.” You shake the memory away, heading back to tell him the bad news.

“Bad news bud - no medicine.”

He groans, “where the hell did I have it last?” He starts muttering to himself, hoping he didn’t leave it at the gym, when he points to you.

“It’s next door - Az has it. I stuffed it in his gym bag. Could you go check for me?”

Last time you saw Azriel, you had fallen asleep on his thighs, most likely drooling over them in your slumber.

You woke up to a dark room, the tv screen black with disuse. You lift your head, your hand using the pillow to push yourself up. You move your head to find hazel eyes looking into your own.

Your head is a few inches off his thigh, your hand wrapped around it for support.

“Um, hi,” you say, a moment later realizing your hand was on his thigh, quickly pulling it away. You take a quick moment to check the side of your mouth with your hand, praying to any god that will listen that you weren’t drooling on him.

“Hi,” he tells you, “you missed a good movie.”

“Rain check?” You ask, and he chuckles.

“Are you going to fall asleep again?”

“If you ask me, no, but if you ask my friend Feyre, the answer is likely yes.”

He laughs, and you realize his hand is in your hair, as he untangles your hair from his fingers.

“That’s okay. We’ll just have to keep watching it until eventually you make it to the end.”

“Uh, yeah, sure Cass.”

You start to leave, but Feyre grabs your arm. “I just told Cassian about how we’re going axe throwing. I invited him and his brothers.”

Feyre winks at you as she’s turned away from Cassian, and you give her a look.

Nosey busybody. All because you had told her you fell asleep on Azriel last night. And how he was so kind to help you drop the truck off. And how damningly beautiful he was.

Curse your big mouth.

“You should ask them if they want to come while you’re over there. Cassian’s coming, if they’ll find that enticing.”

Her words mean one thing, but her eyebrow waggling screams, I don’t think Cassian will be the reason one of them comes.

You wander over next door, knocking as you approach their door. Your mind starts wandering while you wait for a response, and you wonder if they used to always meet in Rhys and Az’s apartment.

Your thoughts still when Azriel opens the door, surprise on his face as he looks at you. He’s shirtless, his tan chest on full display, some black shadow-esque tattoos adorning his shoulders. Your eyes trace the design, roving over his muscular chest.

You want to lick them.

You shake the intrusive thought away, and Azriel grins ever so slightly at your blatant ogling of him. You tell him, “Uh Cassian’s knee is acting up and he said he thinks his meds are in your gym bag?”

He opens the door wider, letting you in. “What’d he do to mess up his knee this time?”

You follow him as he leads you into the apartment, your words dying on your tongue, “something about getting too ambitious with a girl - what the fuck?”

Azriel stops to find you staring at their tv, an absolutely massive screen mounted to their wall. It practically takes up most of the wall, and you imagine watching a movie on it would feel life-sized. “And I thought Cassian had the biggest tv I’d ever seen.”

Azriel chuckles, “they got drunk one night and started having a pissing contest over who was bigger, and it escalated to them both buying absurdly large televisions.”

He rolls his eyes at the memory of them drunkenly purchasing tvs online, forgetting about the ordeal until they appeared a few days later, Cassian refusing to use Rhys’s tv for a week in solidarity of his manhood.

You two start moving towards Azriel’s room, worry brewing in your mind over what to do. To follow could be overstepping, to linger could be weird. He leaves his door wide open, looking back to see if you’re following, so you decide to be brave and step through his door.

His room is dark, black out curtains with tiny moons sewn into them adorning his windows. His bed is neatly made, a deep blue comforter laying on top. Your eyes are drawn to the little bat stuffed animal that sits on his pillows.

His room is neat - dirty clothes kept in a hamper in the corner, books neatly stacked on his nightstand and on a bookshelf. He even has paper tray organizers on his desk.

His laptop is open at his desk, the screen still lit with whatever he was doing before you knocked. You see a familiar photo of you and Mor on the screen before it cuts to black, leaving you confused.

You shake the thoughts away, telling him “I like the little bat.”

He stills, looking over at the thing. His face falls a bit, but he quickly corrects it, going back to his search for the bag.

“Thanks, Cass got it for me.”

“That’s sweet,” you tell him.

You breathe deeply, the air in the room shifting, but you’re not really sure why. You don’t want this to be the end of your interaction with him, so you ask, “so Cassian told me you’re a personal trainer?”

He bends over to pick up his gym bag from the floor, your eyes roving down his toned back to the shorts that generously show off his thighs. Maybe you could join their gym if you got to see him like this, tanned thighs and chest on full display.

“Yeah, he helped me get the job, actually. I’ve been working a lot more over the summer, trying to save money for when classes are in session.”

You nod, as he finds the bottle in his bag. “Do you like it?”

He walks back over to you, escorting you out of his room. “S’okay. Cassian’s much better at it than I am, but it’s not hard.”

You nod, wondering how both of them are at their jobs. You can imagine Cassian being loud and rambuctious, a personality trait you can’t see him without. Shouting motivational words as you squat. On the other hand you can see Azriel being calm, quiet, his presence hardly noticeable as you train, offering occasional motivation but knowing what his clients actually need is just someone there.

He reaches his hand out to give you the bottle, and you break your eye contact with him to grab it. His fingers brush over your hand, electricity crackling on your skin from his touch.

You look at his hands, noticing them for the first time. Covered in scars, the skin is scarred over, the texture rough and uneven. His touch is soft and warm, a contrast to the harshness of his hands. You don’t let your eyes linger on his hand for too long, worrying you’re invading his privacy.

You duck your head down, fighting the heat on your cheeks from his touch. If he notices, he doesn’t let on as you pull your hand back with the bottle, uncertain how long your hands had been in contact.

“Thanks I um, Cassian will appreciate this.” You give him a toothless smile, one that he matches. His eyes have a look about them, but you can’t spend too long thinking about it, especially considering Feyre was likely conspiring with Cassian as you two spoke.

“I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before,” you say, reaching for the doorknob.

“I’ll see you later,” he tells you.

Your hand stills on the knob and you turn to look back at him. “Are you doing anything today? Around 3?”

He shakes his head no, “not really - why?”

“My friend Feyre and I are going to go to this place to try out axe throwing and I was wondering if you wanted to come with?”

His eyes widen in surprise, but you continue before he can reject you.

“Um Cassian’s coming, and Rhys is invited too if he wanted to come. It’s no big deal if you guys don’t want to - Feyre and I probably won’t be any good.”

He watches you tuck your hair behind your ear and he realizes you’re rambling. Despite how cute he finds it, how cute he finds you, he cuts you off. “I’ll come - I’ll text Rhys too.”

You smile broadly at him, a sight he’ll definitely be thinking about until he sees you again, “okay, um yeah I’ll uh see you then? You can come over to our place and we can all leave together.”

You’re about to leave again when you backtrack, “uh, come over at 2:30 so we can leave together. See you then!”

After you’ve left, he listens to your feet pad down the hall, and the door to the apartment next door opening and closing. He looks to the wall that separates your apartments, as if he can see you giving Cassian the medicine.

He trudges back to his room, furling and unfurling his fist, his skin hot from your touch. The image of you looking at his hands printed in his brain. You didn’t look at him in pity, perhaps the first person to do so. You looked at him like he was resilient, like he was more than what happened to him, like he was more than the scars littering his hands.

He lets the thoughts whirl in his brain as he logs back into his laptop, the screen lighting up with your social media pages he had been scrolling through. He tells himself it’s just to see who Cassian is living with and if she can be trusted, if she seems okay. He also decides if she happens to be seeing anyone is also pertinent information.

For Cassian’s safety, of course.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

[sc0tters]

Miscommunication Efforts | Nico Hischier

summary: when Nico finally realises how much his family mean to him.

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.31k

authors note: I was in a soft mood tonight and picked a prompt that let me write for a player of my choice (so let’s thank Luna for this one). Dad Nico is not a phase, it is a way of life.

pt 2

You could feel Nico slipping away.

Days felt longer as the time you spent with him decreased. The captain spent every waking moment that he could at the rink. A habit he had each time he came back from an injury and usually you were willing to stand by and let him go through this.

But this time you couldn’t, not when Rosie was around. She was your little seven month old baby girl who was the absolute light of your life.

Now Nico was a great father, you loved how he was with Rosie. But these last few days it felt like he didn’t care about either of you as he’d leave before you woke up and he’d only come back when you were too tired to keep your eyes open.

Jack had been over twice since it all started as he wanted to make sure that you were both okay. The Hughes boy could tell that his captain had something on his mind beyond just the game and family.

You decided to spend the day in New York with some of your friends as the girls hadn’t seen you or Rosie in weeks. Of course you sent Nico a message telling him that you two weren’t going to be at home for most of the day but what you didn’t expect was that when you eventually did come home Nico would be pacing around the apartment in a panic.

He walked up and down with his phone in his hand as he rambled to his mother about something in German. When he locked eyes with you it seemed that relief ran through his veins “she’s home.” Nico blurted out before he quickly hung up.

Rosie giggled as you bounced her on your hip “where the hell were you both?” Nico groaned as he practically pulled her from your arms.

You furrowed your eyebrows “I literally told you we were out-” you tried to remind him of it but he clearly didn’t seem interested in hearing your words “you took our daughter to New York for the day and didn’t even ask me if I was okay with that!” The hockey players loud voice caused Rosie’s lip to quiver.

It made you glare at your boyfriend “look it is sort of hard to treat you like her father when she hasn’t seen you in a week.” Your voice was soft as you tried to get Rosie to calm down “I’ve been busy with the team.” Nico tried to defend himself hit you weren’t having any of it “the same team that has been over to see your daughter?” You crossed your arms only opening them when Rosie reached out for you to take her again.

The silence began to overwhelm you as Nico looked like a child who had been caught in the act “I’m going to go give her a bath.” You announced letting out a sigh as you walked in the direction of the bedrooms before Nico could say anything.

Rosie seemed totally unaware of your defeated state as she focused on her rubber ducky “da!” She giggled looking up at the door. You turned your head to see Nico watching you both “want to sit?” You asked shifting up slightly as you made space for him.

Nico nodded as he joined you on the floor smiling as Rosie stared at him with her hair full of shampoo “mein kleiner Kürbis.” The hockey player cooed reaching out to tap her nose.

She looked at her father was the only man in the world as she made a small noise in response as her nose scrunched “why don’t you go relax schatzi?” Nico asked turning his attention to you.

The look on his face was guilty as though he realised how little he had seen of you both “I think mommy deserves time without us.” The grin Rosie sent him was one you’d remember forever as it warmed your heart “mommy is going to go have a bath of her own.” You explained bringing your hands into the water to wash away the soap that was on them “I’ll see you in there.” You pressed a kiss onto Nico’s head as you got up leaving them alone as all you heard was the sound of Nico telling her some story in German.

In the bathroom of your bedroom the chaos of the smaller bathroom had not seeped into yours. You lay in the bubbles almost falling asleep as the smell of lavender and rose soothed your mind.

“Schatzi?”

The knock at the door pulled your attention away from the oasis of peace that you had formed “come in,” you called out turning your head to the door.

Nico’s head appeared as he locked eyes with you “I just put her to sleep.” He explained sitting down in a similar position to what he was in when he bathed Rosie.

You nodded “I’ve been shitty to you both.” Nico blurted out making you smile “that’s one way to put it.” You giggled as the boy brought his hand into the water to splash you.

It made his heart warm “we have to win the game and Rosie started calling Jack dad before me an-” you raised your hand to stop him “she called Jack dad?” You furrowed your eyebrows almost wanting to be amused by this.

The hockey player nodded “she called him da,” it made his cheeks turn red as he was embarrassed by the fact that his teammate got called dad before he did.

But it made him feel worse when you laughed “hand me my phone,” you pointed to the device on the table. You were quick to unlock it clicking on a video.

The soft sounds of ABBA played through your speakers as you bounced Rosie on your lap letting both of you move along to the music “you like ABBA baby?” You smiled as she nodded “da da,” Rosie wrapped her hands around your fingers as she frowned hearing the music change to something that Nico had picked.

You laughed seeing her expression change “less daddy music more ABBA?” You asked as she nodded making you skip the song.

Nico watched the clip twice over before he looked back up at you “well now that makes me feel like a real idiot.” He confessed pushing his lips into a fine line “yeah.” You nodded placing your phone back on the table as you looked at him.

He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear “I don’t know why you put up with so much from me.” The hockey player sighed frowning as you looked at him with so much love “because I love you.” It was clear that you did “Rosie does, Boo will.” The second mention confused the boy.

You smiled as you scrunched your nose “surprise?” You shrugged as he quickly point the pieces together “we’re having another?” Nico gasped letting his jaw drop “Rosie picked the name and we were gonna tell you-” your ramble was cut off as Nico kissed you.

It was soft and full of love “I’m so sorry you couldn’t tell me earlier.” Your hand held his “you’re here now.” You squeezed his fingers as you looked at him.

The moment was one you two were bound to remember “baby I need you out of there so I can hug you.” Nico’s words made you laugh “last time I checked this bath was big enough for the two of us.” You shot back watching as he pulled his shirt off of his back.

All you wanted this entire week was the contact that your boyfriend gave you. Rosie needed her father but so did you. Pregnant or not, you missed your boyfriend and we’re glad to have him back.

“I’m here baby, just how you want me.”

#nico hischier imagine #nico hischier oneshot #nico hischier x y/n #nhl oneshots #hockey imagine #oneshots #imagines #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #amber writes fics

[lowkeychenle]

Try Me On [NJM] (feat. Chenle)

Description: FWB!Jaemin takes you to buy lingerie. You're surprised when he tells you to pick out one Chenle will like too, until you realize what his goal is. A few photos and a video call later, you know you're in for it the next time you see Chenle.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,073

Content Warnings: So much goes on here lmfao sooo public sex (Jaemin), phone sex (Chenle), one lil instance of a hand necklace (thank you Jaemin), use of the term Princess, Chenle calls them brats yada yada oh and unprotected sex (plz don't do this part)...and use of mirrors.......and taking pics and videos there's a lot okay

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin

Author's Note: This is the second installment...so you should read the first part of the AU first, but the poly portion of it is kind of ambiguous right now? They'll get there eventually but the smut needs to progress naturally to that point (bc boo more smut right?)

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“Isn’t the whole point of lingerie like, you being surprised?” You furrow your eyebrows at Jaemin. “Plus, what if someone sees you with me?”

“You know we’re still friends in real life, right?” Jaemin chuckles as he walks into the store behind you.

“Male friends don’t usually go with female friends to try on underwear, Jaem,” you remind him, eyes already snagging on a few pieces you like.

“I’m a man, and you need a man’s opinion. Sounds simple enough to me.”

You snort in response.

“It’s not complicated at all, Princess. Plus, I paid them to close the store for two hours so you could find whatever you’d like.” His tone is so nonchalant, you almost miss what he actually said.

“You paid them for what?” Your jaw drops. “Jaemin, what the hell? What if they know who you are?”

“Money solves all problems,” he says. “Stop worrying. The clock is ticking and if I don’t see you at least 90% naked, I’m gonna make you 100% naked in the middle of the store.”

Your cheeks suddenly burn like you’re on fire. There’s not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“While you’re at it,” he pauses briefly, almost like he has to come to terms with what he’s about to say next, “find something Chenle would like, too.”

No way in hell today is happening. It’s completely possible you’re dreaming right now, because Na Jaemin just told you to pick out lingerie sets to wear for him and your other fuck buddy. It’s only been a week since you took both of them at once. Things seemed fairly normal after that—as in, they went back to having completely separate relationships with you.

“Didn’t know you thought of me with Chenle a lot,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at Jaemin.

“At first it was a little bit of an ego shot.” Jaemin’s honesty almost knocks you off your feet. “But it feels normal now. And I’m not going to buy you lingerie to wear for me and not think of the way Chenle has bent you over every surface of your house.”

“Jaem—“

“I never realized how turned on I’d get at the idea of watching you get fucked by someone else. You were so overwhelmed, Princess. It was sexy.” He runs his fingers through his hair, chest rising. “Pick some out for him, too.”

You clear your throat, trying your best to pretend his simple words didn’t have heat swarming inside you. If the offer was on the table, you’d take them both again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you swear you can still feel it tingling inside you at the mere thought of them.

Jaemin prefers lighter colors. Pinks, whites, baby blues. He likes feigned innocence and purity, fabric that left little to the imagination but still covered you enough to leave him some joy in unwrapping you.

And even though you hadn’t ever dressed in lingerie for Chenle, you have a feeling you know what he likes. Blacks, reds, deep, royal blue. For him, you couldn’t really convince yourself he’d like anything more than he likes seeing you naked.

You pick out four to try on. There’s only one that might spark something for Chenle, but you aren’t completely sure. Jaemin would help you decide.

You head over to the fitting rooms, giving Jaemin a wide-eyed glance when he tries to follow you. The worker stops him.

“Sorry, sir, I can’t let you go in there.” She holds up her hand.

“Ah.” With a sigh, he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He opens it and grabs a wad of cash, holding it out to the woman. “I don’t even think I’m really here right now.”

Reluctantly, she takes it from him and disappears toward the front of the store. You should scold him for doing something like that, but you can’t help but like it much more than you should.

Jaemin leads you into the room by the small of your back, closing and locking the door behind you. You’re not sure what to expect from him. There’s plenty of space to move around, and he sits on the bench on the far side of the room. You stand between him and the mirror, the skimpy shreds of fabric clutched to your chest.

“You want me to just…”

“Yep.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “I’ve seen it all, baby.”

“It’s different in this context. What if they look bad on me?” You frown at him.

He scoffs. “(Y/N), in no world are any of those gonna look bad. You’re so sexy, you make me hard no matter what you’re wearing.”

You won’t lie—he boosts your confidence way more than you should allow. If Na Jaemin is calling you sexy, you have to be, right?

“Try Chenle’s on first. We’ll send him a picture.” Jaemin pulls his phone out of his pocket and winks. “Think he’s busy?”

You pull your shirt over your head. “He said he was recording with Donghyuck and Renjun today.”

“Let’s make his day a little harder, huh?” He chuckles to himself, leaning back against the wall as he watches you strip.

His gaze drinks in every inch of your bare skin as you remove the rest of your clothing. You try to ignore the dark look in his eyes once you’re fully naked, really try, but everything he does makes you crave him beyond belief.

The royal blue fabric is intense, despite the lack of material. It’s completely sheer, displaying your already peaked nipples without even a smidge of coverage.

“Fuck,” Jaemin mumbles, shifting forward. “You look so fucking good.”

“I don’t know about that.” You let out a small laugh.

“C’mere. We’ll ask Chenle.” He spreads his legs, and you already know what he wants you to do.

“Jaem…”

“Baby,” he whines. “Come get on your knees and let me show him. You didn’t mind both of us at the same time last week.”

You do as he asks, kneeling in front of him and placing your palms on your knees. Gulping, you patiently wait as he positions his phone to take the photo.

“You look so good,” he says, wetting his lips. “Wanna do one more pose for him?”

Against your better judgment, you nod.

“Put your ass up.” It’s not a suggestion.

You listen, turning around and sliding your chest against the floor. The hardwood is cold on your skin, but Jaemin’s sharp inhale makes you undeniably warm. With a burst of confidence, you spread your legs a but further, knowing you’re giving him a clear view of your pussy.

Jaemin grips your ass while he takes the picture.

“Okay, baby. Get one of the other ones. Hurry, or I’ll have to fuck you in this one before Chenle does.”

Blushing, you get up and grab the pink one you picked out. You barely have time to get it all the way on when Jaemin’s phone buzzes once, twice, three times.

He looks at the screen and chuckles. “Chenle’s mad at me. He said he wants to, and I quote, rip that flimsy fabric off of her and fuck her stupid.”

You’re so weak when it comes to them. Jaemin glances up at you, a dark look in his brown eyes.

“My God, look at you.” He clicks his tongue. “Should we keep playing with him? I think so.”

“We can’t stay here all day,” you warn him. “We’ve already been here for an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll give you the choice then.” He sighs. “You can suck my cock or you can get fucked while I send videos of us to Chenle.”

“This isn’t real.” You laugh, smacking your palm to your forehead. “Jaemin, we’re in public!”

“This is a closed room,” he replies.

His gaze rakes over your body.

“We’ll buy that one, too. Put the white one on and pick an option.”

Your logic doesn’t work when you’re around Jaemin. He offers to fuck you and you melt into a puddle immediately no matter where you are or what you’re doing. Your body knows he doesn’t stop until you’ve finished, and now you crave release.

“We gotta be fast, babe.” He unbuttons his pants as you put the white set on. “Please, please pick getting fucked. I’ve been so hard this whole time.”

If you’re going to commit to this, you’ll act the part, too. You put on the best seductive face you can, moving slowly over to him until you’re standing between his legs.

“I’m buying you all of these,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Too fucking sexy.” He turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, his fingers trailing up your bare sides and sneaking under the white lace.

You gasp when he yanks you down onto his lap, hands resting on your hips. He chuckles lowly, kissing from your shoulder to your jawline.

“What are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling when his touch ghosts along your inner thighs.

“Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He squeezes your leg.

“I’m ready.” You grind down the best you can, living for the way he hums in response.

He releases you, allowing you to stand up while he pushes his jeans down. Reaching into his boxers, he pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking a couple times before he beckons for you to join him. You climb over him and make sure to face the mirror while you straddle him. The uncomfortable plastic of the bench digs into your knees, but as Jaemin slides the thin fabric covering your heat aside, you don’t even think of it.

“God,” he groans when he slides a finger along your entrance. “You must fucking love the thought of both of us, don’t you?”

“You might like it a little more than me,” you tease him.

You barely get the sentence out before he’s guiding his throbbing cock into you. Once he’s fully inside, every word you considered saying next has disappeared, and all that’s left is how good he feels. The stretch is a little harder to take without foreplay, but he allows you time to adjust.

“Princess,” he mutters against your ear. “You brought him into this. I’m being good and sharing, is that not what you want? Because I can just as easily keep you for myself.”

You lift yourself up with his guidance, moaning when he thrusts up to meet you on the way back down. He inhales sharply, grabbing his phone.

“Keep going,” he commands.

It’s hard to move in this position, so you’re not able to ride him the way you usually would, but the lack of mobility sends more wetness to your core. You’re desperate to take all of him. Focusing on his pleasure, you ignore the ache forming in your thighs.

His hand travels over the expanse of your stomach, and from the way you see him holding his phone in the mirror, you know he’s recording. You try your best to move faster, wanting to give the recipient of the video that much more material. He finds your clit rubbing it just enough to have you moan loudly and jolt your hips before he stops.

He drops his head against the wall, ending the recording and sending it to Chenle.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he asks, touch dancing along your collarbone. The soft fabric of his sweatshirt presses into your back, and you wish more than anything you could feel his bare skin against yours. He gives your throat a quick squeeze. “You’re stuffed full of my cock, and Chenle’s watching that video wishing he was me.”

You let out a weak laugh. “Jaem, are you getting jealous?”

He fully wraps his hand around your neck and tugs you back until he’s talking in your ear. “Careful, baby,” he warns you. “Don’t give me a reason to be.”

His phone vibrates with an incoming call against the bench, and you stop moving. You settle onto his lap even though your entire body begs you to continue. Jaemin answers, but he doesn’t have time to say anything before Chenle starts scolding him.

“What part of I’m recording with Renjun and Donghyuck did you two not fucking understand?” His voice sounds strained. “You fucking brats.”

“Keep going, Princess.” Jaemin pats your leg before returning his attention to Chenle. “She looks sexy in white, doesn’t she?”

You resume your motions, trying to set a steady pace while Jaemin rubs your thigh.

“Fuck you, Jaemin,” Chenle groans, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I don’t have a lot of time, and I’m hard as hell. Can’t believe I’m stuck recording while you’re fucking our girl.”

Our girl. You whimper at the words, and you’re not sure if the twitch of Jaemin’s cock buried deep inside you is from you or Chenle.

Your legs burn at this point, but when the signature FaceTime sound starts, you don’t dare slow down your pace. Jaemin feels heavenly inside you, and the thought of Chenle watching has you dripping down your thighs. You forget you’re in public for a moment, moans falling from your lips as Jaemin positions the phone in front of you. He uses his knees to spread you apart further, and he sinks a little further inside you.

Chenle has the perfect view of you riding Jaemin.

“You’ve always been too easy on her,” Chenle growls. “Play with her tits.”

You’re surprised Jaemin listens to the other’s command. He immediately slides his hand beneath the white fabric and tweaks your nipple. Your hips jerk and you’re so close to begging him to make you cum. You feel the high approaching, but you need more. His length is heavenly inside you, but it’s not enough to push you over the edge, and both he and Chenle know that. Your clit throbs, screaming at you to give it attention.

“She doesn’t get to finish,” Chenle says. “Fuck her until you’re done, but she doesn’t deserve it yet.”

You cry out in protest.

“She’s so pretty when she cums, though.” Jaemin pouts, moving down until his fingers tease your lower stomach.

“My God, please.” You move faster. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“Don’t you hear her?” Jaemin hums. “I always make my princess cum. What are you gonna do about it?”

His fingers connect with your clit, and you let out a much too-loud moan as your hips jerk. You move faster on top of him, wanting nothing more than to fall apart. Right before the high washes over you, he stops.

“Fuck,” you hiss, trying to get that feeling back.

Chenle’s breath hitches, and the sounds coming from his end of the phone tells you he’s fisting his cock right now.

“I’ll punish both of you.”

Jaemin’s length twitches inside you, and this time, you know it’s from Chenle. Warmth floods your legs as all sorts of images flash across your mind. You don’t want to be punished, but you desperately want to cum. Your body aches, and there’s an intense pressure building in your abdomen that makes your skin sticky with sweat and your core flutter around Jaemin.

Smirking, he finds your clit again. Almost like he knows what’s going to happen, he drops his phone and covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your scream of pleasure as your walls clamp down on him. Your vision turns white, and you barely notice what happens next between your delirious state and the way Chenle’s moans filter through the phone.

Jaemin pulls you off him and turns you around so he can look at you. You’re back on his lap within seconds, and he tugs you down until you’re filled with him all over again. He seems to have forgotten about the other man. He thrusts upward, nails digging into your hips to pull you down every time.

Another few seconds later, and his head is falling back against the wall with a thud as his warm cum fills you. He gives himself a moment to calm down, and then he grabs his phone. With your head buried in his neck, you shy away from the camera.

“Both of you better be at my fucking house in the next half an hour, understood?” Chenle’s voice is low and a bit scratchy. “I’m getting out of here, and by the time I get home, both of you better be waiting.”

“One more thing,” Jaemin says. He wraps his arm around you and lays you back against the bench. As he slides his cock out of you, he positions his phone so Chenle has a clear view of Jaemin’s cum leaking out of your pussy and gathering on the ruined lingerie.

“Don’t piss me off even more.” Chenle huffs. “Half an hour, Jaemin. I’m not playing with you.”

“We’ll see.” Jaemin grins widely, winking at his phone before hanging up. He tosses it to the side, returning his attention to you. “Are you okay, Princess? That wasn’t too much, was it?”

“I’m good.” You nod, closing your eyes. “We definitely have to buy this one now.”

He chuckles, helping you sit up. “I already paid for all of them. Did you really think I’d fuck you in it and then pay for it? I’m not a monster.”

You stand on your shaky legs, and he helps you remove the ruined fabric and grabs your clothes. Once both of you are fully dressed, he goes out to the cashier to get a bag. You put all four sets into it. When you see yourself in the mirror, you cringe at how messy you look. There’s no way that woman out there won’t know what happened in here—if she hadn’t heard you first.

You don’t look at her as you follow Jaemin out of the store. He flashes his dazzling smile at you, and you’re not sure why that sends a flutter to your heart.

“Guess we’d better go to Chenle’s, huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “He’s not very happy with us.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” You pout but nod anyway.

He laughs and throws his arm over your shoulder. “You were literally fucking yourself on my cock, babe. I think that counts as something.”

Even with your legs shaking as you walk to Jaemin’s car, everything inside you tingles with excitement at the thought of Chenle punishing you.

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It's a bad idea, right?

Chapter 1: Soap and Suds

Pairing: Best-friends dad!Dark!Ari Levinson x College!Reader

Summary: Reader settles in at the lake house. And Ari is a panty stealer.

Word Count: 2,170

Warnings: 18+ (of course), age gap, non con voyeurism, masturbation, mention of dollplay and rape, eventual smut

Authors Note: I know it's been almost a month since I've updated. I apologize. I should be on schedule soon. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and series. Thank you to everyone who is reading!

The lake house reminds you of an Airbnb rather than a cozy quaint type that you’re used to. The house has a wrap around porch on both levels with multiple places to eat, tan, or relax. Tall and large windows create an open space complimenting the view. The two-story property sits on a few acres of land with beautiful trees surrounding it. Of course, a lake accompanies the house not too far from its front steps. Surprisingly the water isn’t as murky and green as you thought it would be. Instead, it’s clearer than most lakes and you can actually see what you’re stepping in.

Your bag hangs on your shoulder as you and Mia walk towards the house. You remind yourself to thank her with dinner or something for making this trip happen. You can’t remember the last time you gave yourself a break. Summers meant either working for any extra money or becoming a homebody until school started again.

“I told my dad to get us some mixers and wine so we wouldn’t have to go out much. I also gave him a list of food and snacks we like. But knowing him, he probably just grabbed whatever he thought we would like without looking at the list,” Mia looks at you as she rolls her eyes playfully. You tell her that you don’t care what’s in the kitchen as long as you have drinks on standby.

As you walk into the house with her, you’re greeted by her dad, Ari. You’ve always thought he was a handsome man, but it’s never been anything more than a passing thought. But now that you’re seeing him again, you begin to feel heat forming. Not just from your cheeks either. While you’ve had a few boyfriends and hook ups, Ari makes you feel different. His aura exudes a certain energy. You couldn’t figure out if was just because he’s an older man or if it was just his presence that made it seem that way. He seemed more rugged now but considering his past divorce and older age, it would make sense. His age and maturity, let alone experience, makes you wonder what it would be like with him.

“I’m glad that you guys made it safe. I know it’s a little out of the way,” said Ari said pulling you out of your thoughts. He was dressed in a casual manner, a grey cotton shirt paired with jeans.

“It was no problem, we made here in one piece, didn’t we Mi?” You look at Mia, both smiling at the small remark.

He gave you a small nod in appreciation as Mia spoke up.

“Yeah, it was okay. Though I wish you would’ve told me the driveway up here was hell. I was afraid of how steep it was.” You and Mia laugh at her comment. It was true though; the driveway is sort of steep since it sits on a hill. You had to remind her multiple times that her car wasn’t going to roll backwards as long as she kept driving forward.

Ari flashed a small smile replying, “I didn’t think to mention it, I apologize for that.” His eyes scanned over your figure. You felt somewhat out of place now that you’re in his presence with no bra. You’re sure that he could see the outline of your breasts even through the baggy t shirt. Depending on if he looked straight at your chest he might could even see your nipples.

And he could. Right as you walked through the door, he was able to see your breasts. It didn’t help that the house was cold and not too long into welcoming that your nipples became hard. Just like how his dick was about to be if he didn’t leave the conversation soon.

“Why don’t you show her to the guest room yeah? Take her to the one closest to my room, the ventilation system isn’t running properly in the other one, don’t know when I can get around to fixing it just yet.”  Ari’s comment made your heartbeat faster. Maybe you’d get a chance to play out your fantasy if you played your cards right. After all, no ones every turned you down before why would he be any different?

While it may seem like a coincidence or an innocent mishap that your rooms are beside one another, it was entirely fabricated for Ari’s plan. He patted himself on the back for the quick lie. There was no messed up air conditioning system. He just wanted to be closer to you so he could indulge on his desires and perversions without getting caught. The second he saw you he knew he had to have you. The kind innocent freshman now turned woman was creating a hunger inside him. He was already creating a mental list of things he was going to do to you. But for now, he would wait, even if it meant he had to endure an aching cock.

Mia shows you around the place, getting you used to the area. The first floor that you’re on is the main floor. Two bedrooms are closer to the kitchen while on the other side of the house, the other two bedrooms are adjacent to a large porch area. The second floor is used for a studio. It’s just a bedroom, bathroom, and washer and dryer. Mia mentions that Ari is planning to renovate it soon. Maybe into a work shop or something.

You and Mia arrive at the guest room after the tour is over. The bedroom is cozy with a dresser, large bed, nightstand, and of course an attached bathroom. You make a note that you’re glad to have brought your laptop since there was no tv in the bedroom.

“I hope you don’t mind being close to my dad. I didn’t know the air conditioner stopped working but I can sleep in the guest room, and you can take my room” Mia says happily.

“No, it’s all fine, I don’t mind anyway. I kind of look forward to being near a porch. You know me being a night owl, I will probably find myself out there more than in the actual bedroom.” You shoot her offer down as you put your bag onto the bed to unpack.

“Great then! I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll do the same. Let me know when you’re done so we can do something together then.” Says Mia as she happily walks out of the room.

A small sigh escapes your lips as you unzip your bag. You rummage through the duffel as you take out your laptop first. You place it on the nightstand to move it out of the way. You’re glad you brought the laptop even if it is a vacation. While you may not be on it a lot, considering there is not tv in the bedroom, it’ll do just fine when you need it.

 You gather your pajamas, toiletries, and hair products and sprawl them out on the bed. As you take your swimsuits out you thank yourself for picking out cute ones instead of just throwing your old ones in. You also thank yourself for the cute panties and (limited) bras you brought. You weren’t a huge bra wearer in the first place, especially in the summer, but a cute matching set never hurt anyone. Especially if it meant Ari could take if off you.

Throwing the pieces and other clothes in a drawer you move everything else to other compartments or in the bathroom. You debate if you should take a shower considering it is nighttime now and the drive made you feel tired. Maybe a shower will give you the energy you need.

Turning the faucet on and letting it run, you take off your clothes throwing them by your bag as a reminder to keep a dirty pile separate from clean clothes. You find a towel and hang it nearby as you get in with your body wash and other products in hand.

Ari was nearby. He kept his door open to make sure he knew when you came and went. He saw Mia go down for a nap not too long ago. Car drives always made her sleepy. This would give him time to check on you. But of course, nothing is ever an innocent gesture when it comes to Ari.

As if luck was on his side, he heard the shower begin to run. He waited a few minutes before he crept into your room. He looked around the area, analyzing the things you set up or put on the furniture. It wasn’t too long before his eyes landed on a pile of luck. More specifically your panties. Ari made sure to keep an ear out for you as he picked up the panties. Without hesitation he pressed the panties to his face. Breathing in your smell and a hint of laundry detergent you used made him harder than he already was. He began to rub himself from the outside of his jeans, imagining how pretty your pussy must look. Feel. Taste.

He found himself right outside the bathroom. Due to the layout, the shower was in the middle of the bathroom with the shower head facing away from the door. But even with the door cracked anyone could see in.  To Ari’s advantage it gave him a great view of your backside. The water cascaded down your shoulders and back creating soapy suds. It made him wonder how soft your ass would feel against his hardness. Combined with your wetness, the friction would make it easy to stick himself between your ass. Hands gripping your hips, back arching into him, his cock rubbing over both holes until it just slips in. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed relief.

Ari began to unbutton his jeans. He didn’t waste time before he placed a hand into his underwear and tug at his hard cock. Precum had already stained his underwear and now made it easy to act as lube and pump himself. He started with slow strokes but with tight squeezes trying to replicate as close as possible what you might feel like. His breathing became a little harder as he watched you turn around and give him a full view of your body. Your breasts had a glistening look to them from the water that made him want to suck and pull at them as he pounded into you. Your nipples were just asking for attention that he would take care of when the time is right, he thought to himself.

He wrapped your panties around his cock continuing to pump into his hand. The feeling of your wetness was slick on his upper shaft and tip. Along with the soft material it began to drive him over the edge. He watched as your hands made their way down to your pussy. While he knew you were just washing yourself, he wanted to see you touch yourself. How you would play with your wet cunt, how many fingers you used. If you rubbed your little swollen clit or if you ignored the aching bud. With how wet your panties were already; he couldn’t imagine how wet you’d feel. How easy it would be to slip inside you. He was sure that your walls would grip him so perfectly unlike anyone before.

His strokes became more erratic as his thoughts became more perverse. You bent over to grab a product and your ass was in perfect line that he could see both holes. Your cunt looked inviting and just begging to be fucked. He wanted to stretch you out until you couldn’t take him anymore. He knew just from his size that he was bigger than most, but he’d make sure that you take all of him. He knew you could even if he had to force it to make it happen. He wouldn’t care if you wanted, needed him to stop. He wouldn’t anyways, not once he got a feel of you. Your pleads would fall on deaf ears. It would encourage him if anything. You would be his doll. His perfect doll that he would make a mold into being nothing more than his devoted cock slut. Your whimpers and moans would be hymns to him. Your body would be something he worshipped. You would be his to wreck beyond means.

That’s all he needed to cum. His semen painted the inside of the panties while some fell onto the floor. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cum so hard or fast. Without even catching his breath he rubbed the remaining cum into the floor, a small smile form as he imagined your bare feet walking over the sticky mess.

He was already in his room when he heard the shower turn off. He placed the panties in a random drawer as a trophy and for future use. He was just getting started.

#dark smut #dark ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levison x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #dark fic #smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #it’s a bad idea right series #draftsandrecs

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hangovers x mv33

author's note; Have never had a hangover #superior I'm just too good summary; Three times you've had hangovers around Max during the progression of your relationship. word count; 1.4K characters; Max Verstappen x merc!Reader warnings; Mentions of alcohol, describing a hangover

"Oh my god. Please, do not say a word." You groaned, head dropped in your hands as you heard someone walk into your drivers room. When you managed to muster up the strength to peek through your fingers you came eye to eye with Lewis Hamilton, who gave you a sympathetic smile. "Fun night?" "Ask me tomorrow when my head isn't pounding." You replied, uncurling yourself from your seated position to stand up and join him by his side. "Do you think you'll be good for free practice tomorrow?" "Please. I could do free practice in the state I was in last night and still get fastest lap on all three." You joked. You laughed at your own hilariousness before your head reminded you of the pain you had put your own body in and you groaned in agony. Lewis just shook his head at you before moving out of your room. You trailed behind him. After a thankfully silent walk (you felt like if you opened your mouth to speak you'd be sick), the two of you ended up by Verstappen and Ricciardo. "You look like shit." The dutchman greeted, nodding at you so it was clear who the statement was directed at. "Wow. Thanks. Lovely of you to point that out." You said back dryly, giving him a thin lipped smile. He laughed at you. "So what did you do last night?" His loud voice was genuinely excruciating, and you shot him a glare to make that clear. "Please, could you just be quiet?" "He's barely making any noise!" Ricciardo teased, laughing. You grimaced at him, "I beg to disagree." "Why don't you go take a nap?" Lewis recommended. You perked up at the idea. "Oh my god, you're a genius! See you guys later, yeah?" It turned out you would see Max much sooner than you had hoped. Your nap had been so perfect. You'd been dreaming of a life where you weren't sickly pale and insanely nauseous when you were woken up to blaring music and a camera in your face. "Oh my god! I'm going to kill you!" You practically screamed as Max laughed at you. The second you began clambering off your couch though, he was singing a different tune. He shot off in seconds, leaving you alone with a camera man. "Fucking hell. Accomplice, much? I try taking one decent nap." You started muttering to yourself as you wandered off, cursing Max Verstappen and secretly praying for him to get a DNF t race.

"Hungover?" George asked as you reached the group, a pair of sunglasses set snugly on your nose bridge despite the cloudy sky. "So, so hungover." You confirmed. The night before had been a big win for you and you had drank in regards to it. Regrettably so, as you piled onto a plane with your fellow drivers and found yourself immediately wanting to strangle them with every noise they made. As you settled into your seat, you let your head lull back onto the headrest and shut your eyes. There were light steps and then, "Do you think she's asleep?" "'She' is awake." You croaked, opening an eye to see Max standing next to you with two coffees in his hands. He clambered over you to sit in the seat by the window, the one you had strategically blocked. But if anyone was going to disobey that, it was Max. Over the past couple months the two of you had grown increasingly close. While he used to find no greater joy than annoying the shit out of you, you had learnt to put up with him and then slowly enjoy his presence. You could currently safely call him one of your best friends. He handed you one of the coffees and you took it gladly, sipping it and thanking the gods you had told him your regular order all those months ago. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You muttered. He laughed at you quietly, clearly trying to keep his volume down. He shifted around in his seat, wincing every time it squeaked and sending you an apologetic look. "It's okay, I can survive an airplane seat." You told him after watching him fail at being quiet for at least a good minute. He sent you a thin lipped look of annoyance before finally settling in. "You gonna nap?" He asked. "Probably. I downloaded some episodes of that show I was telling you about. You want to watch?" "Sure." Max said, nodding. You handed him an earbud and held your phone up in front of both of your faces. It only took twenty or so minutes for your hand to grow weak as you grew increasingly tired. "You're pretty shit at this." Max grumbled, slipping your phone from your hand into his. You just hummed. He shifted in his seat again, and you opened your mouth to tell him to pick a god damn position when all of a sudden the arm rest between you two was up and he was pressed against your side. "Sleep." He commanded simply, gesturing to his shoulder. "My knight in shining armour." You said sarcastically, resting your head against his shoulder anyways. "Shut up." He replied. The last thing you heard was your show and Max whispering harshly at some of the other drivers to stop being so loud before you passed the hell out.

You groaned when you woke up, the covers around your lower body nice and warm in contrast to the cold hitting your upper back. "Get up, schat." Max cooed, despite the fact he was the villain behind your covers being tugged off of you. "God, please close the windows, my head is killing me." You whined, grabbing the edge of the sheets and pulling them over your pounding head. It was like some tiny creature with a hammer was pounding at the back of your eyes. "Come on-" "Shut it, Verstappen, or I will literally castrate you." "I made you coffee?" This made you sit up. "You are my dream man. Come here." You placed your hands on Max's cheeks and brought him in for a quick kiss. He went in for more and whined when you dodged him. "Coffee first. And let me brush my teeth." He nodded, watching as you pulled yourself out of bed and padded into the kitchen. You hopped up on the counter as he followed in behind you and passed you your mug of coffee. You wrapped your hands around the soothingly warm cup. You almost moaned in delight after just the first sip. "You look like shit." Max noted. "Thanks, love. That really makes me feel better." He walked over to tuck your hair behind your ears, smoothing down your flyaways and pressing a kiss to your forehead. The two of you had started dating just over a year ago, after some very intense admissions of feelings and a long, long talk with both of your teams. The headlines had been hell- a female driver and a male driver dating, especially Mercedes and RedBull ones, was utter chaos. But it was worth it, especially when you had an insane hangover and Max, who got them much less than you did, was there to take care of you. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, settling in to stand between your legs. You hummed, thinking. "Movies?" He frowned. "I wanted us to go to the gym." "Max. I am so insanely hungover. Please, no." You laughed. At his pout you sighed and said a promising "Tomorrow." "Fine." He told you, acting as if it was his greatest heartbreak. You almost rolled your eyes. "Can we watch Game of Thrones?" He asked. "Oh yeah. Kit Harington is so handsome." "Hey!" He laughed. You smiled at him. "Sorry. You know you're my one and only." "Better be. I make you your hangover coffee." He grumbled. You ducked down to kiss him. He reciprocated quickly, hands finding your waist. "That enough proof?" "Hell yeah." "Cool. Now lets go get my other boyfriend on the big screen." You hopped off the counter and rushed into the living room before your words could process in his head. "I thought I was your one and only!"

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Hi dear 🤗 I really enjoy your Harry Hart series 😍. I was thinking if you could write more jelaous Harry - maybe there's a rookie at Kingsman who got a crush on Bedivere and is really flirty with her and Harry can't stand that, and can't fire him because the rookie is pretty good at his job. I hope it doesn't look chaotic 😉 take care and thanks ☺️

Author's Notes: You're lucky, I had already written something like this, I just had to change some, I can't say if it's good, but I hope it's to your liking. Thank you very much for your order ❤️ and I hope you are well, please let me know if you have any other requests. 🤗

Title: Secret Messages

Summary: In the secret world of Kingsman, Arthur, also known as Harry Hart, secretly watches as the charismatic recruit Gawain captures the attention of his beloved Bedivere. Consumed by jealousy, Arthur engages in a forbidden and explicit exchange of messages with Bedivere during a mission briefing.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman) × Fem!Reader.

Warnings: Explicit content (but not too explicit), jealousy and possessiveness.

Inside the prestigious halls of Kingsman, Harry Hart, codenamed Arthur, sat in his office, his brow furrowed in frustration. He watched through his one good eye as the new recruit, Gawain, a charismatic Londoner with striking red hair and captivating blue eyes, engaged in light banter with Bedivere.

Bedivere, the agency's highly skilled field agent, had secretly been in a relationship with Harry for some time now. Their love had blossomed in the shadows of espionage, a forbidden romance in the world of Kingsman. Harry was deeply enamored with you, but he was also fiercely possessive, especially when it came to other men, like Gawain.

Gawain had quickly made a name for himself in the agency with his remarkable skills and charming personality. But it wasn't just his talent that had caught your attention; it was his charisma, the way he effortlessly flirted with you, making you laugh and blush.

Harry couldn't bear to see your reactions to Gawain's advances. He knew you had a playful, flirtatious nature, but it was different with Gawain. You exchanged teasing remarks and knowing glances, and Harry despised every moment of it.

As he sat in his office, Harry clenched his fists, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over him. He knew he couldn't fire Gawain; the man was simply too good at his job. But that didn't stop Harry from wishing he could remove him from the equation.

He watched you from afar, Gawain and Bedivere, who seemed to have known each other for years instead of mere weeks. Your laughter echoed through the hallways, and Harry's heart twisted with jealousy and insecurity.

In a moment of frustration, Harry sighed and muttered to himself, "Bloody hell, Bedivere. Why does it have to be him?" He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

Outside his office, the playful banter continued. Bedivere and Gawain seemed to be sharing some inside joke, and their camaraderie was undeniable. Harry knew that you were just being yourself, a natural flirt with a magnetic personality, but he couldn't help feeling like he was losing you to Gawain's charms.

Deep down, Harry knew he had to trust you, to have faith in your love. But the green monster of jealousy was a formidable adversary, and it clung to him like a shadow.

As he contemplated his next move, Harry couldn't help but wonder how he could compete with a man like Gawain. He was older than you, and the scar over his missing eye had always made him feel self-conscious, despite your reassurances. But Harry also knew that love had a way of transcending insecurities, and he was willing to fight for your relationship, even if it meant confronting his own demons.

During a meeting, Harry's frustration grew as he watched Bedivere and Gawain exchange playful remarks and flirtatious glances. He knew he had to remind you who you belonged to, and the idea of using your secret connection through your Kingsman glasses appealed to him.

Merlin was speaking about a crucial mission, and Harry took a moment to pretend to focus on the matter at hand. Meanwhile, he discreetly activated the private message feed within his glasses.

With a virtual keyboard appearing on the lens of his glasses, Harry began to type, his one good eye narrowing with determination:

Arthur: You know, my dear, it's hard to concentrate in this meeting when all I can think about is you.

He sent the message and watched as your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks flushing as you read it. Harry pretended not to notice your reaction as he joined the discussion.

Merlin continued briefing the agents, and Harry found a moment to send another message:

Arthur: Do you remember that day in my office, when you were on your knees?

You bit your lip, a hint of desire in your eyes as you read his message. You decided to play along:

Bedivere: Oh, I remember it very well. Such a naughty girl, wasn't I?

Harry smirked, his one eye dancing on the virtual keyboard:

Arthur: You were. And it turns me on just thinking about it. I wish I could feel your lips on me right now.

You shifted in your seat, your gaze locked on your Kingsman glasses as you typed:

Bedivere: You're a wicked man, Harry. But I like it.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. The meeting continued, but your secret conversation escalated:

Arthur: You like it when I'm wicked, don't you, my little temptress?

Bedivere: Yes, I do. I like it very much.

Arthur: Good. Because I have a little surprise for you.

Your curiosity was piqued, and you couldn't resist:

Bedivere: Oh? What kind of surprise, Arthur?

Without a word, Harry sent a private video feed from his glasses. It displayed a recording of your intimate encounter in his office a few weeks ago. The explicit video showed you pleasing him in ways that left nothing to the imagination.

As you watched the video, your breath hitched, and your cheeks flushed crimson. You discreetly adjusted yourself in your seat, trying to maintain your composure during the meeting.

Harry continued to send you dirty messages, describing in explicit detail what he wanted to do to you once the meeting was over. You responded eagerly, your words filled with desire and longing.

Despite the serious mission being discussed, the two lovers indulged in their secret exchange, their desire growing with every message sent. Their forbidden love was a thrilling secret, one that added an electrifying edge to their dangerous world of espionage.

Meanwhile, Merlin carried on with the meeting, completely unaware of the heated exchange happening right under his nose.

After the meeting ended, Harry and Bedivere discreetly left the conference room, heading towards the Kingsman tailor shop, downstairs. The tension between them, fueled by secret messages and shared desire, was palpable. Harry's jealousy lit a possessive fire within him, and he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

Once inside the tailor shop, Harry wasted no time. He pushed Bedivere against one of the changing tables, his lips crashing down on yours in a demanding kiss. His hands roamed your body, gripping your waist with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.

Bedivere responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. You could taste him, his hunger for you, and it sent shivers down your spine. Harry’s hold on you was intoxicating and you loved it.

Your mouths moved hungrily against each other, your tongues dancing in a passionate tango. Harry's one good eye bore into yours, filled with a possessive intensity that left you breathless. He knew you flirted with others, but he needed to remind you that you belonged to him, and only him.

Breaking the kiss, Harry trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You moaned softly, your grip on him tightening. You had told him countless times that your playful flirting was just that - playful. Your heart and desires were reserved solely for Harry.

"Harry," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "You know you're the only one I want. Always."

Harry's possessive grip on you tightened, and he growled softly against your ear. "Say it again," he demanded, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I want only you, my King," Bedivere breathed, her words filled with sincerity.

Satisfied with your response, Harry continued to ravish you with his kisses, his hands exploring every inch of your body as if he wanted to imprint his ownership on you. Bedivere surrendered willingly, lost in the passionate whirlwind of your forbidden love.

In that moment, you both knew that despite the challenges and jealousies that came with your secret relationship, your love was a force that couldn't be denied. Harry Hart, the boss of Kingsman, and Bedivere, the charismatic field agent, were bound together by a love that defied rules and expectations, and you were willing to fight for it, no matter the cost.

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #kingsman #kingsman fanfiction #merlin #gawain

[a-cosmic-elf]

Wip Wednesday

My AO3 comment box has blown up! My heartfelt thanks to @tafferling and @turbo-toast , I will reply as soon as I can. I should be working, you’re all gonna get me fired from my new job! 😂

I’m tagging my lovely beta @kalliesa , who might be a little jealous that after all this time she’s not the one reading new stuff from Absolution after a goddamn year hiatus.

Tbf, it’s been a hell of a year, and since nobody seemed to be actively reading the Abby, it’s easy to forget that people read it at all, and my attention wandered off elsewhere (Starfield, mostly 👀 lol, which reminds me, I’m tagging the whole of The Coemancer Crew in this post too, I’d love to see what you’re all working on, but no pressure!)

Do not underestimate the power of commenting on a fic that looks as though it may have been abandoned. They rarely are, it’s just the authors are people, and people’s attention spans tend to wander, especially if they think they’re in a boat on their own.

Without further ado, here’s a very rough (unbeta-read) snippet of Chapter 17: Their Law.

(and you know when a chapter is inspired by The Prodigy, it’s going to be action-packed).

Shouting, grasping, pulling and shoving, the Cerberus soldiers burst through the doors, dragging Sebastian and Tegan from their cells at gunpoint. They forced them to their knees in the main holding area, alongside all the other C-Sec detainees.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Faith asked through their connection.

“Honey, it’s Cerberus,” said Sebastian.

“And some fucker must have told them we were here,” added Tegan.

“Why ARE you here?” But she knew, oh, she knew. They were her parents, after all. And they were alive!

A combination of relief and irritation flooded the connection from all sides, “Honey,” Sebastian didn't need to finish the sentence.

“I’m not going back,” she stated defiantly.

“Can we talk about this later?”, asked Tegan, “so good to hear you, possum.”

“I-”

A single gunshot made them all jump.

Two Cerberus operatives moved methodically down the line, they scanned each human prisoner, then shot them in the back of the head.

They didn’t pause to scan the aliens.

One after the other each prisoner fell to the floor. It sent the rest into a frenzy, they pleaded for their lives, for their gods. The smell of fresh urine further assaulted the senses.

“Please, why do you have to kill us?” The next prisoner asked. Another single gunshot rang out, and he died without an answer.

The soldiers moved onto the next, more screaming, another dull beep on the scanner followed by a further gunshot.

There was just one human and a baterian between Cerberus and Tegan, “Seb.” He warned.

“I know,” said Sebastian, he could feel Tegan’s rising terror, coupled with his own. But he could also see the back of their own heads from Faith’s perspective, as she swung over the ledge two stories above. A glass roof was all that separated them.

“There are six,” he told her. “Four grunts, one officer, and a phantom”, he looked around as best he could, marking their positions. “They’re all wearing civilian grade, standard issue, full Cerberus armour and helmets, which means-“

“Which means they’re using tech to see. Even without the cloak I am a ghost to them.”

“Exactly, sweetheart-“

Another gunshot. The batarian was dead.

The two Cerberus operatives stepped across placing Tegan between them, the gun was inches from the back of his head.

“Seb.”

“I know.”

A different kind of beep emitted from the handheld scanner, and the Cerberus operative laughed, “Well, well. So, the rumours were true. You’re Tegan O’Hara. Which means you must be,” the scanner beeped brightly again, “Sebastian Crosse. It’s your lucky day, you’ve won yourself a little chat with the Illusive Man. Now, where is that little alien bitch of yours?”

Sebastian began to physically shake. After days of solitary confinement, intense questioning, he felt like a coiled spring, wound too tight. He tried to hold on to his composure, closed his eyes briefly and he knew Faith had let go, she was falling, he could feel the cold wind in her hair…

He’d never felt such rage, but could not help smiling up at the doomed Cerberus operative, “I think you’re about to find out.”

#wip wednesday #cosmic writes #mass effect absolution #oc sebastian crosse #oc tegan o’hara #oc faith #the prodigy #“fuck ‘em and their law” #music for the jilted generation #that generation being gen x #I love the top comment on this YouTube vid #‘Keith ain’t dead he’s just gone to outta space to find another race’ #lmao 🤣🤣🤣

[stephstars08]

Monster ~ Chapter Six (Finale)

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Death Threats, Adult Language, Dark Themes, Weapons, Kidnapping, Emotional Breakdown, Angst, Fluff, Murder, and Possible Grammar Errors.

Word Count: 2,441

Author’s Note: And here we have it the last chapter of the series!! I hope you all enjoyed this series! Thank you to everyone who had read it! Thank you for the continued support! Talk to you all soon!!!

The Joker and three of his men were robbing a nuclear plant. They were stealing a bunch of nuclear weapons. It was all quiet till one-by-one Joker’s henchmen got tased in the back.

“Show yourself you mother fucker!” Joker called pulling out his gun. “I’m right here.” He heard a dark voice say behind. But when he turned around, he was met by a smoke bomb in his face making him unable to see his surroundings. “Damn it!” Joker hissed trying to wave the smoke out of his face with his hand.

 Suddenly Joker was tased in the back which made him groan in pain. He fell to the ground unconscious.

********************

When the Joker woke up, he was tied to a chair that was sitting in the middle of an empty living room. “I finally got you.” A sinister voice said behind. The person walked around him to face him. It was Jason in his Red Hood suit holding a crowbar, the same weapon Joker used on him.

“Remember me?” Red Hood hissed at him. “You’re going to have to be specific for me, Hoodie.” Joker told him. “Maybe this will remind you!” Red Hood said with a growl as he raised the crowbar up in the air. Before Joker could say anything, Red Hood hit him across the face with the crowbar. He hit him so hard it knocked the Joker over in the chair so now he was on his side.

Red Hood repeatedly started to hit the Joker with the crowbar. He hit him in the head, face, ribs, shoulders, he hit him everywhere he hit him. “Now tell me, how does that feel?” Red Hood asked as he let out heavy breaths. “It only hurts when I laugh.” Joker answered with pain in his voice. Red Hood let out another growl as he threw the crowbar down onto the wooden floor just missing the Joker. Red Hood took off his helmet to reveal his identity to him. Joker’s eyes went wide in shock.

“Boy Wonder.” Joker said as his lips curved into a wicked smile.

********************

Dick took Y/N to the Bat-cave so she can tell Bruce about Jason and the Joker. Bruce told Dick to leave because he wanted to talk to just Y/N. “Does Jason know about Joker’s unwelcoming visit?” Bruce asked her. “No, I knew if I did, he would just get angrier with that clown.” Y/N answered with a shake of the head.

“This is why he shouldn’t have told you.” Bruce told her with frustration in his voice. “Jason knows I can handle the truth! He knows that I’m not some damsel in distress waiting for a masked hero to come and save me! I’ve grown a lot since the last time you saw me!” Y/N told him in a stern tone not backing down to him. “Fine but if we want to stop Jason from going after the Joker, you are going to have to be the one to stop him. He listens to you.” Bruce told her and walked away towards his big computer.

 “You know, Jason isn’t the only one pushing people away.” Y/N said following him. Bruce turned around and looked at her with a confused look in his eyes. “When the Joker killed Jason you became dark. You shut out everyone. You got better when Jason came back but shut right back down when you realized that he wasn’t the same person.” Y/N explained to him. You didn’t have to personally know Batman to know that he changed when he lost his sidekick. It was always all over the media. “Jason isn’t Robin anymore. He’s been through hell which pulled him into the darkness. If you want to help him, you need to accept him as the Red Hood. That’s who he is now.” Y/N said trying to get that point across to him.

Bruce knew that she was completely right but before he could say anything an emergency flashed onto his big monitor. Bruce turned back around and clicked on the emergency. In big bold letters it red ‘Joker gets kidnapped’. “Jason has him.” Bruce said connected the dots right away.

Y/N watched him walk into a separate room and walk back in wearing his Batman suit. “Do you have any idea where Jason could have taken him?” Bruce asked Y/N. “The only place I could think of his Jason’s apartment.” Y/N answered him.

 “You stay here.” Bruce told her in a stern tone and put on his mask. “No! I’m coming with you.” Y/N told him before he could walk away. “It’s too dangerous!” Bruce told her. “You said it yourself; Jason only listens to me so if you don’t want him crossing that line, I would take me with you!” Y/N told him again not backing down from him and using his words against him. Bruce let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine! Come on!” Bruce said in his low voice and walked towards the bat mobile. Y/N quickly followed behind him.

********************

Y/N followed Bruce up the steps to Jason’s apartment. When they got to the door Batman stood in front of her. “Stay behind me!” Batman ordered her. “Okay.” Y/N said with a sigh. Batman kicked the door open which took her by surprise. He walked into the apartment with Y/N still staying behind him.

“Glad you could join the party Batsy.” Joker said with a weak smile. He was on the floor with bruises and blood all around his face. Jason walked into the room holding one of his guns. “Don’t dare save this fucking clown from me!” Jason hissed with dark eyes. “Jason please-“ Batman started but Jason cut him off. “NO!” Jason yelled aiming his gun at Batman. “I’m not your fucking sidekick no more.” Jason told him in a snappy tone as he walked over to the Joker, still the gun pointed at Batman. “Ooo, I’m in love with this new Boy Wonder.” Joker said which earned him a kick to head from Jason. “Call me that again and I’ll shoot your fucking brains out!” Jason told him in a warning tone.

“Jason no!” Y/N said finally stepping from behind Batman. “Y/N.” Jason said surprised to see her here. “Now it’s a party! Boy wonder’s girlfriend is here, too!” Joker said with a weak smile which finally set Jason off. He aimed the gun down at the Joker but before he could pull the trigger Y/N stopped him by running over to him and grabbing his arm.

“Jason, don’t!” Y/N told him holding onto him as tight as she could. “I have to do this.” Jason told her as he looked down at the Joker with darkness. “Says who?” Y/N hissed. “If you kill him that doesn’t make you any better than him.” Y/N said now putting her other hand on the gun. Jason started to hear those voices in his head telling him to pull the trigger. “Jason, let go of the gun.” Y/N told him in a calm tone.

When Jason’s blue eyes met her Y/E/C eyes he quickly gained control of himself. The dark look in his eyes turned soft. Jason dropped the gun as tears quickly flooded his eyes. Y/N brought him into a hug and let him cry.

As she rubbed his back in comfort, she gave Batman a nod letting him know to take the Joker away.

********************

Its now been a whole week since Jason almost killed the Joker right in front of Y/N. He thought after that he would have some sort of control, but he didn’t. As every night passed those voices would come and tell him to kill the Joker. He knew he couldn’t do it anymore. He just can’t.

It was around one in the morning when Y/N was awakened by a tapping sound on her window. When she opened her eyes she saw Jason standing on the fire escape in his Red Hood gear. She got out of bed and walked over to the window. Right when she opened the door he came into the room.

 Y/N could sense that something was wrong. “Jason, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked him in a worried tone. “I couldn’t do it anymore.” Jason told her as he took off his helmet. “You didn’t?” Y/N said as her heart rate started to speed up. Jason just stayed silent as his back faced her. “You broke into Archam didn’t you? You killed him!” Y/N said walking closer to him. “I had to do it!” Jason snapped turning around to face her. Y/N saw the darkness return in his blue eyes.

“You can say all of that shit that I’m no better than him but you know what. I am better than him because I ended Gothams nightmare.” Jason explained to her showing no remorse. “But Jason, you aren’t a killer.” Y/N told him in a soft tone which made him let out a harsh laugh. “When are you going to fucking realize that I’m not the same guy you knew growing up.” Jason told her getting closer to her. She just stared up at him with a hurt look in her eyes.

“I guess you don’t love me anymore.” He said in a low tone which took her by surprise. “Jason- “Y/N started but he stopped her. “Don’t. Just don’t say anything.” Jason told her putting his helmet back on. He walked over to the window and climbed out of the room. When Y/N turned around he was gone. She wanted to call out to him, but she knows he’ll just ignore her. There you go Bruce; you aren’t always right.

She walked over to the window and slammed it shut. She walked back over to her bed and crawled back into it going back to sleep. Or at least trying to go back to sleep.

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Several weeks have passed and Jason hasn’t seen or talked to Y/N since killing the Joker. She hasn’t tried to reach out to him. Over the past couple of weeks she has grown closer to Dick and Barbara. She’s grown a little bit closer to Bruce, too but she is closer to Dick and Barbara.

Y/N was currently working the night shift at the diner. It was a little past nine so there weren’t many people. Y/N was standing behind the counter watching one of the TV’s that had the news on. The news reporter was talking about another deadly massacre in Gotham by the one and only Red Hood. “Hey.” She heard a voice say. When she looked over she saw it was Jennifer. “I’m guessing you aren’t fond of that Red Hood guy anymore.” Jennifer told her. Y/N looked back at the TV that showed a picture of him. “He’s alright.” Y/N said with a shrug. “Do you still feel like you know him.” Jennifer asked her in a curious. “I thought I did.” Y/N said shooting her a look and then walked into the back.

Even though she was scheduled till eleven, she had better and bigger things to do. She clocked out and grabbed all of her stuff out of her locker. She walked out the back door of the diner and over to her motorcycle. Before she got onto her bike, she got a text from Barbara telling her to meet her at the bat-cave when she got off work. She didn’t even bother texting back since she was heading that way anyways. She got onto her bike, started up and sped away from her hell hole of a job.

When she finally got to the bat-cave she saw Barbara there with Dick and Bruce. Bruce was in his Batman suit while Dick was in his Nightwing suit. She turned off her motorcycle and got off it. “What’s up.” Y/N asked walking over to them. “I thought you got off at eleven.” Dick asked her. “Doesn’t matter.” Bruce said before Y/N could answer Dick’s question.

“Read this.” Bruce said handing her a letter. Y/N took the letter and opened it up. “Jason left it at his latest killing spree.” Barbara said as Y/N read the letter. “He wants me to meet him at the top his apartment building.” Y/N said walking into a separate room to change into her vigilante suit. She walked back into the main room when she was done. “Y/N, it could be a trap.” Bruce told her which made her roll her eyes under her mask. “You may be scared of what Jason has become but I’m not.” Y/N told him in a stern tone.

“We all knew especially you that he was going to break.” She told him. “You’re just too scared to admit it.” She said and walked over to her motorcycle.

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Jason was standing on the rooftop of what was the place he was staying at. He was in his Red Hood suit he just wasn’t wearing his helmet. He was look out at the city view. He heard some land on the roof right behind him. “Hey.” He heard the voice he fell in love with and have been wanting to hear for a very long time. He turned around to face a completely different version of Y/N. “It’s good to finally meet you, Y/H/N.” Jason said walking over to her. “We would’ve crossed paths eventually.” Y/N told him.

 “I’m sorry for leaving you again.” Jason told her with regret in his tone. He regrets everything he said to her that night. “Why would you think I’m mad about that?” Y/N asked him which surprised him. “You’re not mad?” Jason asked in a surprised tone. She let out a sigh as she took off her mask. “If you would’ve let me say what I was going to say you wouldn’t be surprised that I’m not mad.” Y/N told him. “I don’t give a fuck what you do. I’m always going to love you. I’m never going to want to walk away from you.” She told him putting one of her hands onto his cheek and stroked it gently with her thumb.

 Jason leaned down and connected his lips with hers for a soft kiss but a long-waited kiss. “Do you want to head to a different town with me?” Jason asked her in a curious tone. “I know it ain’t a shocker but I kinda need to get out of this place for a while.” He added which made Y/N giggle a little bit. “Yeah, I could get away.” She told him with a smile.

Jason returned the smile as he leaned down and reconnected their lips.

THE END

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[lestappenforever]

“Because growing up with a father who rejected him at every turn, no matter what he did, had left Max immune to letting the rejection of others affect him.

Well. Almost. Because contrary to popular belief, Max was still human in the grand scheme of things.

Even if he didn’t let many people see”

-

“The mere reminder stings like a motherfucker, and Max has to look away from where he has been staring at Charles on the podium. Because their last conversation in Monaco hasn’t done anything to dwell Max’s feelings for Charles, as much as Max had hoped it would. Has done nothing to put a damper on how desperately he wants Charles. All of him, in any way possible, all the fucking time.”

-

“There are tears burning his eyes and a lump forming in his throat, and Max just can’t. He can’t handle this. Can’t handle Charles. Can’t handle still wanting Charles more than he wants another world championship when he knows he can’t have him.”

-

Max Verstappen is used to rejection, and he accepts it without hesitation, Without putting up much of a fight. He doesn’t know how he’d cope if he didn’t.

-

“I don’t know! Be angry with me, hate me, treat me like I was invisible in the paddock for not being ready to let the whole world find out — something that showed it mattered! That I mattered!” Charles’ voice cracks a little at that last part, and Max is rendered speechless.”

-

“Charles, I told you I loved you. How can you even begin to think that you didn’t matter? That you don’t matter?” Max asks, voice finally at a more acceptable volume now.

You matter. You matter so fucking much. Hell, Charles, you’re all that fucking matters.

-

Max wants to reach out and pull him close. Wants to kiss him like there is no tomorrow and never let him go.

But he doesn’t. Because he can’t.

-

“I never needed or wanted the whole world to know. And losing whatever it was we had broke my fucking heart, Charles,” Max’s voice is low and raw, and there is no concealing the pain lacing it.

“But I would never ask you for anything that you cannot or will not give. So yes, I went back to treating you like a friend because I don’t know what else to do.”

-

“You thinking you don’t matter is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You are everything, Charles. You have always been everything . And fuck everything and everyone who makes you feel like you’re not.”

-

I want this to be noted as the parts where the author broke and shattered and bruised my heart. And I believe I should be compensated for having to go through that gut wrenching experience. My heart is crying. The author and the lestappen from this fic universe needs to fix it because I don’t think my heart can go through it again. It already goes through pain because Ferrari does Ferrari things to ruin Charles every weekend.

Anyways, lovely chapter, broke my heart and made me cry but nonetheless an amazing chapter. Can’t wait to cry more or be happy(🤞🤞) while reading the last two chapter. I will see you again after the next update. I don’t know if I will be crying or smiling though.

My beautiful, kind, darling anon who I do not deserve in any way, shape or form,

Thank you so much for this ask, and for including the parts of the chapter that affected you the most. The fact that you've taken the time out of your day not only to read the chapter, but to leave me this wonderful ask fills me with more joy than I can even begin to describe. Hearing my words can have such an emotional impact is honestly such a massive compliment, and makes the many, many hours I have put into writing this fic feel even more worth it.

I'm already excited to share the last two chapters with you, and I love you so very much. 💕

(And I'm crossing everything I have for Charles to please have a good weekend, and for Ferrari to fix his fucking car before tomorrow or I swear to God I will scream.)

#Asks #Lestappen fic #Lestappen #Anon I love you so much #Personal

[childofchrist1983]

For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit: By which also he went and preached unto the spirits in prison; Which sometime were disobedient, when once the longsuffering of God waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was a preparing, wherein few, that is, eight souls were saved by water. The like figure whereunto even baptism doth also now save us (not the putting away of the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a good conscience toward God,) by the resurrection of Jesus Christ: Who is gone into heaven, and is on the right hand of God; angels and authorities and powers being made subject unto him. - 1 Peter 3:18-22 KJV

Have you been treated unfairly? Have you ever been treated unjustly because of your Christian faith? If so, take heart! The Holy Bible reminds us that as Christians, we will be persecuted. It also reminds us that Jesus Christ also suffered unjustly. He was sinless and blameless, yet He suffered because of our sins. He did not simply suffer – He died for our sins. He did this so that we might come to know God and be saved. Yet, in the death of His human flesh, He was still triumphant! This act of mercy and grace is more than we can comprehend, but we are eternally grateful for it. When we suffer for Christ's sake, may we be reminded of Him, who suffered infinitely more than we ever will in order to draw people to God and be gifted eternal salvation and eternal life in Heaven. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ help us to share the Gospel Truth of His death and resurrection with the world. And when we are treated unfairly because of our faith and spiritual rebirth in Him, may we continue to press on, because we know that He also suffered and He loves us beyond measure and all we endure will be worth it in the end.

Leaning on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit strengthens us and our knowledge and wisdom about God and His Gospel Truth, exposing these imposters. May God help us to seek and lean on Him daily to gain the strength, wisdom and spiritual discernment needed to expose Satan and his imposters who seek to destroy us and God's ultimate Truth. Everyday, we must remember to share Jesus Christ's Gospel Truth with the world and to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and from the eternal damnation of Hell. In all we say and do, may all praise, honor and glory always be given to Him and His Kingdom of Heaven.

With renewed minds, hearts and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

[quinloki]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 13: See You Later

You stood in the entry way of the West Branch of Rain Dinners in shock. The lights from the Marine cars and the throng of investigators moving through the front entrance had you in frozen in place. You weren't entirely sure what was going on and they wouldn't let you inside.

You couldn't find your phone, even though you were certain you had it with you when you got in your car this morning.

There was some shouting and shoving, and you and several other employees were moved into a meeting room and asked to wait. You were inside, but you couldn't move around and ask questions like you wanted.

Everyone else was as clueless as you were, and all you could do was use your position to keep everyone calm. You made sure the people in your room had drinks and snacks, you asked the Marines outside to allow for bathroom breaks and if you could check on the other meeting rooms to make sure everyone was being taken care of. You pitched enough of a fit to end up getting someone of authority to talk to you and went through a list of medical conditions among the employees.

You never demanded answers, and you did your best to keep your voice steady, but you wanted to make sure that none of the employees were endangered by Marine Oversight.

"You have enough to take care of, let me help. I'm the internal coordinator for this branch, I know all the employees and their needs better than anyone else." You explained to a tall, serious looking man with snow white hair and a cigar.

The scent of the cigar reminded you of Crocodile.

The last two months had gone well for the two of you. The morning after your date you got a proper tour of the estate and were treated to breakfast made by the man himself. There was something oddly attractive about a man who could hire half a dozen chefs to cook for him, knowing how to cook – and seeming to enjoy it. At least, enjoying it well enough to do so for you.

Things went smoothly for you and Crocodile as the days rolled by. You found the time to spend time with one another, even if it was just for lunch or a movie at your place. Going out had its risks, and after the debacle at Baratie's – good as the ending was – you had both agreed to keep things private as much as possible. You still didn't want to end up on the cover of the newspaper.

The bonus to spending time together privately was how close you got to be. You had been nervous around him at first. The two of you had talked a lot before you had met up for the first time, but the first time had been so charged it was difficult to be near him without thinking about it. Subsequent dates hadn't really taken that edge off either but being able to lean against him for hours during a movie had helped.

You weren't just comfortable talking to him, you were comfortable touching him.

You wanted his touch right now. Hell, you just wanted his presence right now, to assure you that everything was going to be okay.

The stern marine looked down at you. "What's your name?"

"(F/N) (L/N)," you say shortly.

"Miss (L/N), I'll accept your offer to help, but aren't you going to ask why we're here?"

You shake your head. "I'm not a part of the legal department. My job is to look after the employees and guests and make sure they are as comfortable as possible. I appreciate you allowing me to do my job, Mister -."

"Call me Officer Smoker." He offered.

"Officer Smoker, thank you." You bow courteously and begin to work your way from one meeting room to another. You're not surprised when you can't find Buggy or Alvida. Buggy overseas the branch location itself, and Alvida is the liaison between branches, so they would be some of the first people the Marines would be talking to, especially coming in at such numbers.

This was a raid against a Warlord. Not all of the employees might know who Sir Crocodile was, but you understood the size of the operation, and the impact it would have. As far as you knew, the World Government did not raise its hand to the Warlords. They lived or died based on their success in maintaining their position on their own.

Such was the track record of Warlords that almost all of them retired.

A few might be overpowered by either the Emperors, or some up and coming upstart, but almost none of them were forced into retirement by the World Government. You weren't an expert on the subject, but as far as you knew this was the first time.

You kept yourself busy over the next few hours, keeping care of the employees and making sure the guests were dismissed appropriately. Assuming Rain Dinners survived this, you would be processing refunds and apologizing for days, if not weeks.

But such was not a concern. Rain Dinners did not survive.

You never found your phone.

You were questioned by the Marines, but after only an hour you were sent home.

The next day the newspapers had Crocodile's face on the front page. Headlines read: "Warlord Tries to Overthrow Kingdom!"

You sat in your apartment dumbfounded.

You weren't sure what to do, but you weren't even sure what to think currently, so that wasn't surprising.

The Marines hadn't asked you the kind of questions you had expected. No one asked about your relationship with Crocodile. Sure, you had both been mostly careful, but there was at least one person at work who knew, and one other Warlord who knew. You knew he knew too, you had no doubt, but how he knew had been beyond you.

The anger on Doflamingo's face when he'd left you to your date had been one of intense frustration. You and Crocodile had talked about it enough to both come to the conclusion that somehow he had found out, but didn't want to have to admit it, and that it was most likely tied to your phone having been cloned.

Even after two months, Crocodile hadn't been able to trace who had done it. Your new phone was checked on a regular basis, and you didn't go on any dates to Baratie's again. There was also a small army of guards who made sure no one with a camera could be within miles of the two of you when you were together, according to Suwani. Not that you ever saw them, but that was the point, apparently.

The end result was, Donquixote Doflamingo knew. The Marines should've had you under lock and key even before Rain Dinners was raided. You could imagine that Doflamingo would have decided to keep the information to himself, but you couldn't figure out what he would gain by doing that.

You wouldn't be needed to get to Crocodile anymore.

There was absolutely no way he wanted you.

The man's girlfriends had girlfriends of their own. He wasn't in need of anyone's time or attention, and there was nothing particularly spectacular about you. You went to decent lengths to make sure of it, even before getting tangled up in Crocodile. You didn't like to stand out. You didn't need to hide away in the shadows forever, never to be seen or heard, but you were not one for a spotlight.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your jumbling thoughts, and you walked over and opened it. You had one foot against the door, a habit of living alone for so long, and opened it just enough to looked outside.

"What can I... eh?" You look around but there's no one there. You were completely sure you had heard someone knock.

You open the door further and look around, but there's no one in the hall either. Looking down you see a small package with a folded note on top of it. You considered just ignoring it, but the top of the note had three words on it.

"Miss Wednesday", and "M.A.S".

Picking it up, you got back inside, closing and locking the door behind you, before you sit down on the couch and pull the note off the box.

Dear Miss Wednesday,

Forgive me for taking your phone earlier without your permission. Time was of the essence in order to keep you protected from the Marines.

Do not attempt to visit, contact, or reach out to him. He wishes only for you to be kept safe from this. My job is to protect you from any unforeseeable fall out.

I have provided a new phone and will be in touch.

Miss All Sunday.

"What in the fuck..." Your head is reeling from all the information contained in the short letter, and you open the box automatically.

The exact same phone you had before was in the box, but it was certainly not your phone. The picture for the lock screen was generic, and the sticky note on the screen informed you the passcode was simply 1234.

All your pictures were gone. All the little videos. The quiet moments of the two of you on the couch when you had turned the camera around and demanded to take pictures with him. He'd resisted at first, but by the end of your pleading and pouting and teasing you had a couple pictures where you were both smiling.

And one terribly precious picture where he was laughing.

The video of him coming into your room from the bathroom, your shower not quite big enough for the both of you, in nothing but a towel wasn't on this phone. You had practically had to sign your name in blood on a contract to keep that one. You both needed another shower by the time it was resolved, the fight for the phone turning into foreplay, and that turning into another round.

Almost two months of memories had seeped into that small phone, and now it was gone. Half of all the time you had spent together. Gone.

For your protection.

You went into your room and turned on your computer. You brought up the Cult of Personality dating website and logged in.

You thought you were going to be sick when the site said that there was no user with that name.

You tried to log in a few different ways, and even tried to prompt a password reset. If your account was still there you could at least get in and re-read something. Anything.

But there was nothing.

If the newspaper was true, you would never see him again. Miss All Sunday might have better news for you at some point, but the only comforting thing she had provided you with so far was that he wanted you to be safe.

His entire empire had crumbled in a day, and he wanted you to be safe. So much so that his personal secretary was, as far as you could tell, a fugitive. There was no way she would've been able to move around freely given her position in the company. Yet she managed to lift your phone when you got to work and provide you with a new one a day later.

Your heart felt like it was being crushed.

You had fallen into him. You'd let him fall into you. You didn't worry about tomorrow, you just focused on the day at hand. One more step, one more moment, one more day closer to realizing that you wanted to spend all the days after with him. You didn't even care about the spotlight, or the risks. You loved the quiet moments, the conversations, the comfort you couldn't put to words that made your soul feel light and your heart feel warm.

You looked through the texts, messages, notes, voicemail, contacts, and other apps on the phone. Even as the tears welled up in your eyes, even as a flood of terrible emotions gripped your heart harder. You just wanted one fleeting glimmer of hope.

Something to hold onto. Something to give you assurance that this would pass.

Something.

Anything.

Please.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

[slxsherwriter]

Habits Explained

Fandom: Lake Placid

Pairings: Jim Bickerman x reader

Word Count: 2,080

Warning: Mention of missing limbs/fallout of a crocodile attack

Author's Note: Manage to make it through the two Lake Placid movies for this man. And oh boy, was it not a disappointment. With his habits and the way he occasionally talks, it immediately jumped to mind that Jim had a military background. Idea fostered so kindly by @slashingdisneypasta . Hope you like this! More Jim content will be in the works for ya!

Huffing, you nearly dropped the box in your arms. A mild annoyance ran through you. How in the hell did he have this much junk piled around? The man rarely was home, either trying to do something that aired on the side of illegal or at the bar, hating his liver. Still, it ebbed away as you reminded yourself why you were cleaning up his mess of a small home. The man was lying in a hospital bed, beyond lucky to be alive, missing a few parts of his body that he had gone to Blackwater Lake with, on one of those activities that aired on the side of illegal. It was one hell of a consequence to have to face.

Setting the box down, you tried to push away the exhaustion that you felt. Between cleaning up so that there was a room ready for him on the bottom floor of the home and visiting him at the hospital, sleep was a rare thing. All of the running around, stress, and high emotions were finally starting to catch up to you. While you had only been with Jim for about a year, you did deeply care for the man, and this whole incident had been the craziest thing that had happened. Not just in your relationship but probably your life.

“Just get through this box, and you can take a small break.” A nap on the couch, as questionable as the fabric may have been, sounded like heaven right now. Leaving the house seemed pointless, and you had already stripped the bed to get the sheets washed while you worked on getting the bed itself down the stairs. That was the next job now that you had made space in the room that had clearly functioned as a storage unit. Settling down beside the box, you opened it up and carefully tried to sort out if it was trash or if it was something to keep. The action felt a little like a violation of privacy since Jim hadn't been all that forthcoming with some of his past or his home. Most of the time, when you were together, you spent time at your house or in the outdoors. A boundary that you had done your best to respect. But, the task that you had been faced with required a little bit of a push around that.

Most of the boxes had been easy enough to distinguish between junk that could go and things that should be kept. Surprisingly, there wasn't a whole lot to throw out, so you had been lugging boxes upstairs all day. You did your best to rifle through it without paying too close attention to what was inside. This box, though? It shot all of that careful consideration and attention out of the water. Your fingers brushed over the glass of the picture frame as you pulled it out of the box for a better look. It was a bit hard to comprehend what was in the frame with the man that you had grown to know. A young Jim was looking back at you from the picture, dressed in a formal military uniform. Army from the looks of it. You had a little familiarity with that sort of thing thanks to your family. Your grandfather, father, and both uncles had served in their life times.

A laugh bubbled up before you could help it. The man that you knew, who hated authority and basically said fuck off to society whenever he got the chance was not one that fit the stereotypical model of a military man that you knew. Then again, drinking problem, issue with authority, and knowledge of survival and outdoor skills? He did have a few phrases that he used that probably should have tipped you off as well. Shaking your head, you set the picture aside and found that you had to sate your curiosity about what else was in the box.

“Makes sense, I guess, for the time. Could have been a way out of trouble...." You spoke aloud to yourself, thinking through what you knew of his age and when he was likely enlisted. Enlisted. That thought stuck. Maybe he hadn't enlisted. If he had been in his twenties, which looked about the right age range in the picture, then he had to have been drafted. That was how most who served in the sixties ended up in the service. Vietnam was a nightmare of a military debacle. That made far more sense than seeing Jim Bickerman enlist.

Some more paperwork was held in the box. Part of you was a little thrown that he had kept this at all. It wasn’t like it held any good memories for him. At least so you thought. Most of it didn't mean much to you as you shuffled through the papers, little important information held. Then you found it. Legal paperwork outlining several charges that had been brought against the man and the evidence of a bad conduct discharge.

If you were honest, none of that really came as a shock if the man you knew hadn't changed all that much over the years. The understanding from the town was that the entire family was a bit out of it and difficult. Which was putting it kindly. Shaking your head, you carefully put the stuff back into the box, deciding if it was worth bringing up to Jim just to hear about it from him. Or would it upset him? The box had to be kept, so you trudged it up the stairs and tucked it away into the room that you had chosen for storage. The picture was left out for the time being. You wanted to look at it a bit more. The blond curls that framed his head had you laughing softly.

After your nap, you decided to do a little research. Money was always tight, and the hospital bill that was going to come from this was going to be an issue. Maybe he could apply for some VA benefits. Trying to make sense of it was difficult, and you had to go back to the box to grab the paperwork because it looked like it was dependent on the type of court-martial that he received. You thought that you had it after a few hours. The alarm on your watch indicated that it was time to visit the hospital and bring the man some decent food. Maybe you would have to bring the whole thing up and ask him. He would have to be the one to apply for the benefits.

****

“Hey there, sweetheart.” It was good to see him in a decent mood, causing you to smile as you moved towards the bed. A gentle hum from the TV filled the background, and the evidence of the two meals that he hadn't touched remained at the bedside.

“Hi, Jim.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek before his hand shot out to snag your waist and pull you down next to him. Insatiable, ridiculous old man. “I see you were really hungry today.” A grunt was the initial response that you got, and you saw him eyeing the food as if it had personally offended him. Not that he could be blamed. Holding up the bag, you laughed and shook it a little. As if to say, don't worry, I got you.

“Oh, thank god.” He moved his arm to reach for the bag. Instead of withholding it, you handed it over. The freshly baked brownies were an added treat that you hadn't told him were happening. “What would I do without ya? Ya bring a drink?” You rolled your eyes, knowing that the question was coming. Sneaking in alcohol was not something that you were willing to do while he was healing. Maybe once he was fitted with his prosthetics and got his ass up and moving about properly. But right now? There was not a chance that you were risking that.

“No alcohol.”

“But…”

“No. Listen, when they have you up and moving about, I’ll think about it. No promises.”

“I'm dying here, sweetheart.”

“No, we got beyond that part already. Seems you aren't capable of that….” You couldn't help but joke a little. That was generally his attitude about things, but the approach had helped you handle the fact that Jim had actually nearly died. That seemed to at least catch him for a second, though the groan that followed told you that he wasn't going to let up on the issue. Not that you really expected him to, but hopefully, that would be it for this visit. “I at least brought a different favorite treat of yours.” Before he could make a single comment to twist it and make it perverse, you grabbed the brownies out of the bag.

The distraction worked wonders. A low laugh escaped the man beside you as you shifted to get a little more comfortable on the side of his bed. There wasn't any use in getting up since he would complain about it, and frankly, it was nice to be relaxing next to him, feel his body heat and his breathing. A reminder that he was really alive.

“These the ones with that chocolate from…ah shit, what's the name? You know what I'm talking about.”

“Yeah I do, and yes it is.”

“Spoiling me here.” You figured that not only was it deserved for actually being a good patient, but it might soften the discussion that needed to come next.

“Just eat,” you laughed and grabbed the rest of the food from the bag. All things that he could manage with one hand. It came as no surprise that he started to eat with gusto. It was a perfect time for you to bring up the idea. “I just about cleared the room out, so you have a bedroom to get to when you get home.”

“You didn't need to be doing all that work.” A discussion that you had with him a few times since he had been lucid enough to realize what was going on and understand the plan moving forward.

“Not the point right now.” Your eyes flitted to the TV, finding it easier to bring up without looking directly at him for one reason or another. Maybe it was to avoid seeing any anger directed at you. “Been tossing some junk, keeping most things, so don't go panicking. But, came across this box…”

“Yeah…”

“Well, have you thought about applying for some VA benefits? See if they will foot the cost of some of this?” There was silence, and you winced, forcing yourself to look back at Jim. He had stopped eating but wasn't looking at you either.

“I ain't doing that.” Stubborn ass of a man. Of course. There were a few things that he completely shut down on, like not even jokingly playing it off. This happened to be one of them, and you realized you were wandering into territory that was probably best to leave alone.

“It was just a thought to help with things. Not saying that you have to.” The sigh that came was drawn out and heavy. Not pained but something close to it. You should have figured that this might be a little more sensitive of a subject. Hell, you had seen how your grandfather had reacted to some questions. “I'm sorry, Jim. Just forget that I brought it up at all.” You reached for his hand, fingers lightly playing over the knuckles, an act that often soothed him. It was obvious it still worked when his body slumped a little further into the bed.

“I can't…” He finally huffed out. “Ain't got any benefits thanks to the discharge. It's not shit I'm ashamed of, but can't use it for anything good.” Well, that explained it. That and now, there was a reminder of the massive bill that would be faced for the care that had kept him alive. Now, you could use a little drink yourself.

“We'll get it figured out. Always do.” It would be done without him risking life and limb again. As long as you could prevent it. Bringing his hand up, you kissed his knuckles and heard a gentle huff of a laugh come from him. That was better. “Long as it doesn't involve crocs this time.”

“Making no promises…”

“You're an ass.”

“Ya love me anyway.”

#horror writing #creature feature writing #robert englund characters #jim bickerman #jim bickerman x reader #lake placid #lake placid fic

[nixie-writes-aot]

Bittersweet Memories

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith

Prompt: Underground City // Childhood Memories

Author's Note: It has been a While since I wrote anything that isn't oc x canon or reader x character hdjjddj. Yesterday was a good ecperience in getting used to the almost melancholic way of how I want to write most of these

Levi had gotten used to the respect that everyone seemed to maintain, even when they were shitting on the Survey Corps and Erwin. The way his name seemed to be the first word they thought in relation to the Survey Corps. It was even more outstanding how much pride Trost especially seemed to gain as the date approached. Levi leaned against the door frame, watching Erwin with lidded eyes. Those blue eyes seemed capable of hiding so much. Yet, from Levi it didn't seem Erwin had much to hide. Anymore, at least.

"Did you know my father was a teacher?" Erwin suddenly spoke up, peering up at Levi from his desk.

Levi furrowed his brows, "You've mentioned. Something about wanting to find truth." Levi stated, "The fuck is this about?"

Erwin sighed with a low chuckle, "The musings of an old man, that's all." Erwin frowned, "... Who sacrificed so many. One has to wonder, Levi, if this was the right course of action when so many died."

Levi pushed off of the wall, approaching Erwin's desk. "What happened to that whole dedicate your heart bullshit then? You're a soldier, don't come at me with that sappy shit." He scoffed.

The blonde smiled, "As tactful as ever, Levi. Thank you for the reminder. I care about you too."

Levi sighed, turning around. "Whatever, Erwin." Despite his seeming annoyed, he was rather appreciative that Erwin knew what he was saying. Yet there was a certain level of resignation and melancholy in Erwin's voice, mentioning his father. It made Levi think back to a similar moment. It made him think about the last time he let himself actually enjoy a moment.

Levi hadn't been but hardly ten, capable of taking down grown men. It was what Kenny taught him, of course, and he knew it well. By then, Kenny had already departed. Long gone in a crowd of people cheering on Levi in a fight, his first, that he had won. Levi could remember looking up, pride swelling up and hoping Kenny felt the same only for his heart to shatter when his only caretaker turned away. Levi never understood why. Well, until he spoke with him. Levi could at least be appreciative of the man's candor while he was dying. Memories of the past, of the dead, were all Levi had anymore. All anyone who went through that hell had, a time where Levi was sure Farlan would've agreed with him before Isabel said something stupidly optimistic.

Levi still missed them.

Levi wished he could've settled things with so many ghosts of the past. Kenny, Farlan, Isabel, his squad. Levi lingered in the doorway, "The right course is the course where they don't die in vain, shitty brows." He huffed, "We have to give their deathes meaning."

Erwin only hummed in acknowledgment, "Dismissed, Levi."

Taglist: @leviweek2023

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #nix writes #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri #levi ackerman drabble #erwin smith drabble #attack on titan drabble #shingeki no kyojin drabble #aot drabble #snk drabble #nix screams

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Library- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Characters: Eddie Munson

Warnings: N/A

Request: @dangerouswinneranchor-blog​ - Hello lovely! Can I request a college AU with Steve or Eddie, (either one is fine), where the reader is studying for finals and she's in the library and really stressed, but then he comes in to help her relax. Maybe they get a little spicy in the back room/behind the shelves? You can write it as steamy or fluffy, whatever you'd like. Thank you so much!!

Word Count: 749

Author: Charlotte

Being in college whilst your boyfriend was still stuck in high school wasn’t easy. You had met when you were in high school together, him actually the year above you but when he was meant to graduate, he ended up being held back and then when graduation rolled around for the both of you, you were the only one to walk on the stage. School wasn’t for Eddie but now having to handle the distance of your relationship, he was certain he’d be joining you in Indianapolis this fall. You had initially offered to defer your college admission for the year, but Eddie insisted that he wasn’t going to be holding you back and the two of you would just commute to see one another at every chance you got.

For the most part it was him travelling to see you. You were willing to go back to Hawkins, but he was more than happy to get out of town for a night or a couple of days just to pretend he was finally free. Most of the time you spent weekends together or if you had a free day without classes, you’d head back to Hawkins but even seeing each other just at the weekends became hard. You tried to focus on your classes and pretend you didn’t miss him, but it still sent a pang into your chest whenever you saw anything that reminded you of him.

It was a Thursday evening, and you didn’t want to be just sat in your dorm listening to your roommate’s radio, so headed to the library and begun to study for the practice exams that were coming up in a couple of weeks. You felt as though you were completely behind the rest of your class and these mocks would be the proof you needed to feel completely useless at your choice in degree.  You had been sat in the back corner of the library, hidden from all the other students for a few hours, consumed by writing out notes from textbooks and reading the same passages over and over again.

You were so lost in the books stacked on your desk that you hadn’t noticed someone walking through the stacks towards your workstation until they scooted the work out of the way so they could perch in front of you.

“Surprise,” the man grinned like a mad man.

“Eddie?” You smiled, surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I wanted to surprise you. They’re closing the school tomorrow, something to do with a gas leak or something, so I thought we could have a little longer of a weekend. I can hang out at your dorm or on campus whilst you go to class tomorrow.”

You offered him a sweet smile. He was so incredibly sweet, and you couldn’t wait until he could finally get out of Hawkins and let people finally see him for who he was.

“You’re too sweet,” you said softly. “Anyway, how the hell did you find me here?”

“I went by your dorm. Casey told me you’d be here; I still think that she hates me by the way.”

You shook your head at him. “She doesn’t hate you.”

Eddie looked down at the books that he had pushed out of the way to sit down with you.

“You alright?” He asked. “You seemed completely lost in this shit.”

“Just stressed is all. None of this makes sense anymore and I can’t seem to think straight.”

Eddie chuckled, hopping off the desk so that he could lean down to let his breath linger against the shell of your ear.

“I’m sure I can distract you,” he said, a cocky grin in his voice as he leaned in to pepper soft kisses down behind your ear towards your neck.

You playfully hit at his arm that he was using to support himself on the desktop as he leant over you.

“Eddie!” You warned him. “We’re in the library.”

He pulled away for a moment. “It was a trek to find you because of how far away into the shelves you’ve sat. No one would find us.”

As he leaned in, he let his hands wander to your hips, toying at the hem of your t-shirt to let his fingers move against your skin.

“Munson!” You snapped, swatting away his hands. “We’re not fucking in the library.”

Eddie raised his hands in defeat, a smug smile upon his lips. “Spoilsport.”

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Harley D. Dixon 14

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"Blessed be God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ in heaven."

Under the shade of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the Greene farm, I stand at Shane's side as Herschel fills an empty grave with prayers. I've never been to a stranger's funeral before. I don't belong here — none of our group does — but according to Rick, this is how we show respect to the mourning family, and respect is how we get to stay here on the farm longer than just a week. I'm not too sure what's so respectful about watching in silence while Patricia lowers her dead husband's belongings into the ground, but this is what we have to do.

"Praise be to Him for the gift of our brother, Otis — For the span of his years; for his abundance of character."

I glance up at Rick, who's standing on the other side of the semi-circle we've formed. He stares at Shane. I didn't know so much about Otis' character, but he must've had a whole bunch of it, 'cause Patricia cries twice as loudly now, as Maggie helps her out the grave. All I know is he shot my Dad. In another life, this would've been Rick's fate for killing my Uncle. In another-another life, my Uncle isn't dead at all.

"Otis, who gave his life for the chance to save another."

That's how the story goes. Shane and Otis, cornered but resilient, down to ten rounds — one killed in a tragic act of sacrifice.

"We thank you, God, for the rest you now grant him. He died as he lived — In grace. May the arms of eternity embrace him."

I wonder if Otis is going to Hell or heaven. I wonder if God's holdin' him in some sort of waiting room right now, watching on as my Dad fights for his life; waiting to see if Otis is a murderer. In my eyes, he already is. If God's as smart as they say he is, he'll send Otis to Hell.

Herschel gently closes the Bible.

Me and my Dad went to church, a long time ago. They used to give out free food and diapers every Sunday before mass to encourage people who couldn't afford those types of things to come in and pray, but we never did any of the praying. We just took the cheap groceries, feeling only partially ashamed as upper middle-class Christians sung hymns in the background. The worst was when they said they'd pray for us.

God be with you, the man would tell my Dad.

Thanks, Dad would answer, head lowered, and then pull me back out to the parking lot.

When I asked him if God was real, all he said was that if he is, then he must be deaf. I could never imagine him praying.

"Shane," Herschel says.

The man besides me startles slightly.

"Will you speak for Otis?"

Speak for a dead man?

He stiffens as everybody turns their gazes on him.

"I... I'm not good at this." He says quietly, clearing his throat; shaking his head. I think if he could run away, he would. "I'm sorry."

"You were the last one with him." Patricia insists. "You shared his final moments."

He stares at her, mouth open but no words coming out. It reminds me of that far-away look he had last night when he returned alone. This is not the Shane I know. Who am I kidding, my Dad once said to Shane, You always got somethin' you wanna say. Not right now, he don't.

"Please." Patricia says, stepping forward.

The uncomfortable silence persists.

"I need to hear." She begs. "I need to know his death had meaning."

Rick's still staring at him, more intensely than the rest. You better say something, the look says, You better not mess this up.

Shane licks his lips, and glancing down at me is the thing that finally pushes him to speak.

"Okay." He concedes, nodding to himself. A weak breeze sails through the leaves above us as he speaks, and there's something about the way his eyes shift from person to person and the way his clasped hands twitch that give me the sense he's making it up as he goes. "We were about to reach the main building," He tells us. "We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. The dead; closin' in. It was... Things weren't looking good. 'The supplies are in there.' You see, that's what he said. To me. 'You have to get them. You have to save that poor girl's Dad.' He gave me his backpack. He gave me his rifle. 'Run. I'll cover you,' He said. I had no choice. I ran. When I looked back..."

I did it, is all I can remember him saying last night, I did it, I did it.

Did what?

"He died thinking of Daryl." He sticks his chin up. "He died giving him a chance."

He died for nothing, is what he really means to say.

Maggie looks down at her boots, holding Patricia's shaking hand.

"I might not've been able to... find the supplies," He gulps, taking a deep breath, "But I made it out alive. And I owe that all to Otis."

A sob breaks out amongst us.

"If any death ever had meaning, it was his."

"Amen."

"Amen."

"Amen," We all say.

I don't remember much about the people at our church, but I do remember them saying, to lie is to rot oneself from the inside out with sin.

When I glance up at Shane, I find him already looking right back at me.

The funeral ends.

On our way back up the hill, we hear car engines approaching.

"I'm guessing this is the right Green farm, then?" Dale says through his open window, bringing the RV to a crawl alongside us. Behind him, the remainder of our group rounds him and continues driving up the road. Maggie opens the gate for them. "Beautiful out this way, huh?"

"Hey, Dale." I smile lightly. "Ya made it."

"Hop in. I'll give you a ride up."

He brakes long enough to let me climb in, and as I sit next to him in the passenger seat, he starts it back up again.

"What are you all doing so far from the house?"

I don't bother buckling my seatbelt. It's only a short drive.

"We had a funeral." I tell him, "For this man named Otis. He died last night."

"What happened?" He frowns. "Is your Dad alright?"

"Yeah, he— He's inside right now. Glenn's giving him blood. He ain't really supposed to be doin' it, though. He's gonna get sick, but he says he don't care. There's nobody else who can do it. Actually, what type of blood do you have?" When he regretfully says he doesn't know, I continue. "Well, Shane, and that man, Otis, they were meant to come back with some more last night, but somethin' went wrong. Only Shane made it back."

Maggie waves us through and closes the gate behind us.

"I heard Rick wants to go back." I say. "To the college. Today. He thinks he'll find what my Dad needs."

Dale nods. "That woman said he got shot."

"Yeah. In the stomach." I exhale thinly, fiddling with my fingernails. "It's... S'real bad."

"It wasn't Shane?"

"Huh?"

"It wasn't Shane who shot him?"

I think it's telling that that's Dale's first assumption. Hell, I think it was everyone's, but now I don't know what to think.

"Apparently not." I shake my head. "Apparently it was Otis. A huntin' accident, Rick says."

"Hunting accident?"

"He wasn't there when it happened. He an' Glenn just came across the farm while lookin' and knocked on the door. Shane's said nothin'."

Dale glances at me. "That's unlike him."

I don't know what else to say to that besides, yeah, 'cause I got no idea how Shane's mind works. I know he's smart. I know he's good with words. He's everything Rick is, but amplified, and he's good at makin' people not realize it — 'cause he's also good at hiding things.

Dale brings the RV to a stop under a tall tree near the house.

"Just be careful, Harley." He looks me in the eye when he says this. "Be careful with Shane. You're a smart girl. I think you can figure out why."

No. No, I'm done figuring things out.

Shane is my friend, and Shane cares for me, and I need him right now. That's all that matters.

If that's not a smart thing to say, then I guess I must be dumb, but at least I'm not hurt. I never wanna be hurt again.

"Whatever," I mumble, rising from my seat.

I know I'll feel bad about it later, but I slam the door when I leave.

"Are you sure about this?"

As soon as we make it back to the house, Rick tells everyone he's going back to the college. Andrea offers to go with him to watch his back, and Herschel reluctantly writes up another list of medical supplies and pills for them to look for. He hands it to Rick, who quickly reads it over.

"I'm sure." He replies, folding the list into his pocket. "I couldn't be surer. It's a shot in the dark, but we gotta do it."

"The surgical labs?" Andrea asks. "That's where we'll find what we need?"

"Yes," Herschel sighs, looking unconfident. "If not there, then the storage rooms. It sounds like it's all overrun, though, Rick."

He shakes his head. "We've dealt with worse."

Carol leaves the room, a hand over her mouth. She wants Rick to keep searching for Sophia, but this is taking priority right now.

"Didn't Shane say there was nothin' left?" T-Dog butts in, confused. "I mean, he came back with nothin'."

"No." Rick says. "We don't know why that happened. If I had to guess, I'd say he had to retreat after Otis... After Otis passed."

"Man, he couldn't just double back?"

He scoffs, picking up the bags. "I don't know. I don't know what happened. All we can do is try again."

"Remember, I can only use O negative blood." Herschel raises his brows. "Nothing else."

"O negative. Got it."

"Be careful."

"We always are."

I watch the bullet roll around.

Herschel put it in a little plastic container after the surgery last night. So, this is what almost killed him, then. When I was littler, I used to think my Dad was invincible. I thought nothing could ever bring my big, strong Dad down, but it turns out it can, and it don't even gotta be bigger than my pinkie finger to do it, either. This tiny little bud of golden metal put my Dad on his death bed.

I'm watching the sun bounce off its curves when I hear footsteps approaching in the grass.

When I look up, I see Shane, alone, pointing to the picnic bench I'm sitting at.

"This seat taken by any chance?"

Be careful with Shane, Dale told me.

"No," I tell him, setting the bullet down. "You can sit 'ere."

He takes a seat beside me and asks, "What're you doin' fiddling with that thing?"

"I don't know." I smile, feeling a little silly. "I's just lookin' at it."

"Well, how 'bout this? I got somethin' better for you to do."

He lifts up the small bag he brought with him onto the table.

"What that?"

"You didn't think I forgot about our deal, right?" He grins, scattering the contents in front of us. A sketch pad with a unicorn on the cover falls out first, and then a bunch of rainbow markers, pencils, and even some craft glue and sparkly sequins. "Borrowed it all from that girl, Beth."

I laugh, probably for the first time in days. "Woah, Shane!"

"Better than that scummy old bullet, huh?" He nudges me, opening the book to a blank page. "Not sure I'm any good, but I'll try my best."

"What do you wanna draw?"

"Anything you want."

"Let's..." My first thought is a card for my Dad, but that's stupid. Shane don't wanna make that. "Um..."

"Can't make up yer mind?"

"No, it's just— I wanna make somethin' for my Dad."

Surprisingly, he doesn't react the way I expected.

"'Course ya do, sweetheart. Come on, then. I'll help you."

"Really?"

"Anything you want. That's what I said, right?"

"Okay, then." I giggle, copying him as he grabs a marker and uncaps it. "His favorite color's black, but that's ugly. Let's do flowers."

"Yes, ma'am."

"A field of flowers." I enthuse. "And a walker in the middle, but dead, 'cause Dad killed it."

"He's real good at that, huh?"

"Yep."

"Alright, then. You're gonna have to walk me through it, though, 'cause I don't know what I'm doin' here."

Laughing, I get started in pointing out all the places I think flowers would look best on the page, picking out which colors to use, like green for the grass and yellow for the sun. Shane goes along with all of it, just happy to be spending time with me. I really don't get what Dale's talkin' about. I even teach him how to draw a flower. My Dad's never colored with me, before. We never did things like that. He'd rather take me on a hike, or skip stones with me at the local playground pond. When I drew him pictures, he'd put 'em on the fridge and tell me they're nice, but that's about it.

I think it's awful nice of Shane to be making this card for my Dad. I guess he's decided to put their differences aside for a minute.

"Thanks for not tellin' me no." I say, filling in a petal. "I thought you were gonna."

"'No' to makin' your Dad a card?"

"Yeah."

"Why's that?"

Shane always does this. He asks questions he already knows the answer to, 'cause he wants to see what you say.

"I'on know," I shrug, shy; a little embarrassed. "I don't think you like him very much."

"No?"

"No. You punched him."

He hums.

I continue. "And you think he's mean."

"Yeah? Why's he mean?"

"He, like, yells sometimes." I mutter, focusing on coloring. "He gets angry."

He just hums again.

"And you don't like him 'cause he hits me, and you think he shouldn't do that. You think he's a bad Dad."

He corrects me. "I don't think he knows how to be a Dad at all, Harley."

"What about you? D'you know?"

There ain't nobody that teaches you this shit, Harley, my Dad once told me, You think you came outta the womb with a manual attached?

"Well, I've never had a kid, before, Harley." He tells me. "That was always Rick's thing. We used to go to school together, you know that? Kindergarten, all the way up to police academy. When Carl was born, I used to think about havin' my own, but it just never happened."

"Why not?"

"Kids are a lot of responsibility. I wasn't ready for that."

"What about now?"

"Am I ready for a kid?"

"Yeah."

He glances at me, then back to the paper, but doesn't answer.

I look up at him. "What is it?"

He nods at the packet of sequins.

"You wanna have a go stickin' them on?"

I pause. Yeah, I guess I can have a go.

"Dad don't like glitter, though."

"It's a gift from his daughter." Shane scoffs. "He can deal with it."

"You like glitter?"

"Can't say I'm a huge fan, but if you gave me a glittered-up card, it'd be my favorite thing I owned. I can promise you that."

That makes me smile. "I can make you one, if you want."

"Nah, that's okay, sweetheart. This is all 'bout your Dad, right now."

I smear a whole lotta glue on the corners of the page, sprinkling the little plastic pieces onto it after.

"Rick's gone back to the college." I muse. "And Andrea. They're gonna find blood and medicine for my Dad."

Shane shifts uncomfortably on the bench. That's what he was supposed to do. He failed. Now, other people have to make up for what he did, and if they come back with even one thing from the list, that's gonna look real bad for him. Not only did he get someone killed, but he did it for nothin'.

"Rick's tough. Andrea, she's a good enough shot." He clears his throat. "They'll make it back in one piece."

"I just hope they don't get caught in that herd like you and Otis."

Apparently, they got swarmed. Easy to believe, given the hundreds of walkers been followin' us down this way.

"They won't be. They're smart."

I joke, "You sayin' you were dumb?"

"Hey," He smirks. "Watch yourself."

"I'm just sayin'. How come you let yourself get surrounded?"

"Happens fast, Harley. You know that."

Sure happened fast on the highway.

"Must'a been awful." I frown. "All them walkers... Otis."

"Had to happen." Shane shrugs.

"I know. But he still died, Shane. Don't matter what for."

"You don't think it matters to his family?"

"Well, yeah, but not to us. Dead is dead, and dead's awful. You don't gotta pretend."

He shakes his head, like I just don't get it.

"No. No, if I could go back in time, Harley, I wouldn't change a thing."

I glance at him, then. His jaw is set tight as he scribbles a red blotch onto the page, staring into its chaotic epicentre. If he said that to any of the Greenes, oh, they would'a slapped him. You're supposed to be sad when someone dies. Shane looked a little down at the funeral, but now he just looks angry. I wanna warn him he's gonna tear a hole in the page if he presses down any harder, but the words get stuck in my throat.

"I don't think you should tell anyone else that." I murmur, awkward. "Especially not Patricia."

He don't stop 'till the pencil nib snaps.

"Damn it." He mumbles, tossing it.

I did it, was all he kept sayin', I did it.

"What'd you mean, last night, anyway?"

"Huh? What did what mean?"

"I did it." I quote. "You just kept chantin' it, over and over. What's it mean? What'd you do?"

He turns his glare onto me.

"You sure I said that?"

I think back to that moment. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

I nod.

"I don't remember." He disagrees. "I was all outta sorts that night. Still am, to be honest."

"But you said it. I heard you."

"Well, I'd just escaped Hell on Earth, Harley. I barely made it out alive. I drove back here like a crazy man; just watched a man get eaten alive. 'Course I'm gonna be shocked I made it; shocked I did it. That's all I meant. Ain't nothin' to stress over."

I sigh. "Are you sure?"

"I ever lied to you?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, there you go."

It's only now I notice Dale on the roof of the RV. He's supposed to be on watch, but the only thing he's watchin' is us. I choose to ignore him in favor of finishing the get well soon card, hating the stiff silence that follows.

My eyes eventually wonder over to the container, and the stubby bullet inside.

I begin to frown.

Wait a minute.

Hunting accident, was what Rick told everyone.

"Shane, what type of bullet is that?" I ask, even though I already know.

Beside me, he stops coloring so abruptly that it's like I just electrocuted him.

Now I'm really lookin' at it, I can't believe it took me this long to notice.

"Harley," He says when he sees what I'm staring at. "Harley, I can explain."

I don't wanna hear it.

I know what type of bullet that is.

"Harley, wait."

It didn't come from no damn hunting rifle.

That's a pistol bullet.

I slam the door shut.

"Woah, hey. What's going on?" Glenn asks, slumped in a chair beside Dad's bed. "What's wrong?"

"Get out." I whimper, shaking my head. I go straight for the window; yank the curtains shut so hard they screech. "Get out, Glenn."

"Why? What's—?"

"Just fucking get out!"

He jumps up at that, and I only see a glimpse of him scurrying out the door before I dive onto the bed, crying and hiccupping and groaning angrily as I lift the covers. I curl up underneath them, into my Dad's side. It wasn't a rifle bullet. It was a pistol bullet. It wasn't Otis. It was Shane. My friend, have-I-ever-lied-to-you Shane. He shot my Dad and then he lied to my face about it, all while making a card that wouldn't even exist if it weren't for him in the first place. I hugged him. He hugged me back. I cried on him. I don't want my Daddy to die, I wailed, but it was him that did it.

The door opens just minutes later. I hear his combat boots thumping as he runs around the side of the bed.

"Get away from me." I try hitting him through the blankets, but he just pulls them off and grabs me. "Fuck off! I knew it was you!"

"Harley." He shakes his head. "Harley, ssh, ssh, ssh."

"You lied to me—"

"No, no, no, ssh, ssh, ssh."

"Don't tell me to shush!" I snarl, batting at him. "You— You— You shot my—!"

"No." He shakes me. "No, I didn't. Harley, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"No." He growls, glancing at the door, then back to me. "Listen to me very carefully, Harley Dixon. I did not shoot your Dad."

"No? Then who's damn bullet was that?!"

"Keep your voice down."

"Who's was it?"

"Jim's, Harley. Jim's." His eyes are wide; some type of crazy in 'em as he really drills this into me, almost whispering, but also shouting at the same time. "Remember that day you came back, told everyone what happened? You gave me exact directions on how to get to that guy's camp, remember? Follow the creek, left at the big rock, go through the trees 'till you hit an old fence post. See? You told me that. I remembered. Your Dad wanted to go kill him. First time I ever saw eye to eye with that man, and I gave him the location, and we left together, Harley. Together."

I keep shaking my head, but Shane's lip curls.

"Yes. Yes. Listen to me. We left together and we found his camp. Green tent, right? Music playing?"

H-H-How's he know that?

"Wh—?"

"He wasn't there, but his tracks were. Your Dad followed 'em. We found him in a house, damn near starved to death. He was beggin' us to spare him some of ours 'till he clocked our faces. He was mad. Real mad. Hell, I would be, too, if I got tied up and left for dead. He did it. Jim shot your Dad."

"You're lying." I pull a face of disgust. "You're lying, I know it."

"Yeah? Yeah, how you know?"

"'Cause Dale says I gotta be careful around you. And Rick pretty much don't even believe you, neither! He's basically your brother!"

"To Hell with Dale." He shrugs, shaking his head and grinning, like this is no big deal. "And Rick — Rick's an idiot. You know that."

"When we heard the shot, he said it was you! He said that, in front of everyone!"

"Well, he was wrong. It was Jim."

"Then why'd you go and tell everyone it was Otis, huh?"

"Well, I— It's—"

"Just get outta my face, Shane." I shudder, pulling the covers back over my head, hiding away. "I don't wanna be your friend, anymore. Get out."

I don't care if it was Jim, or Shane, or the damn Easter bunny who shot him, at this point — I just wanna be alone. I don't know what to believe. Like I said, Shane's smart, so he don't push his luck. He leaves almost right away, closing me away in my own den of grief with a soft click of the door. I hear him talking to everyone out there, probably explaining everything away like he can so easily do. I'm emotional, he'll say, Just leave it.

When I pop my head back up, I spot the card sitting on the side table.

Get well soon, it says.

In a fit of rage, I snatch it up and I rip it to pieces.

It falls to the floor like confetti.

Rick and Andrea come back while I'm eating dinner on the porch.

It's soup that Maggie made for me — Potato and leek. Someone must've told her my favorite kind — 'cause it turns out I was right. Shane did tell everyone I was upset. Apparently, the funeral was just too much for me, on top of everything else. I'm too sad to be angry about that, 'cause it just proves that he really is a liar, after all. I set the bowl down as they pull up to the house, and Maggie and her Dad come out the front door as soon as they hear the car engine, cautiously excited for the news we're about to get. Maggie helps me out of the chair, rubbing my shoulders.

The car door shuts. We not only see Rick and Andrea, alive and well, but also two big, full bags on their shoulders.

"We got everything." He calls out to us, smiling. "Every last thing."

My jaw drops.

"Praise God." Herschel mutters.

Maggie grins down at me. "You hear that, Harley?"

"Y—" I smile wide. "Yeah."

She leaves my side to help Andrea bring the bags up the stairs.

"The penicillin?" Herschel shakes his head. "The gauze, the syringes, the disinfectant?"

"All of it." Says Rick. "Even threw in some reception desk candy, too, just 'cause we could."

"That's incredible. How?"

"Place was deserted." Andrea tells us. "We only had to take out five or six before we were the only ones around. Surgical labs, just like you said."

"Praise God," He says again. "I'll start re-dressing the wound right now."

"Here you go."

Rick passes him the bag, and everyone else goes back inside as he leans against the railing. Behind him, the sun cinematically sinks in the sky.

I sit back down.

I can't believe they did it.

"Thank you, Rick."

He looks a little sad when I say this, but happy, at the same time.

"You're welcome, Harley. You're very welcome."

For the first time ever, I'm alone with Rick and all I feel is peace.

Author's Note.

Daryl still hasn't woken up. I'm sorryyyyy 🙏He will, very soon. I promise! I'll try to make it everything you're hoping for and more :) Things are gonna be different between Harley and Daryl from now on.

(AKA not depressing.)

Shane's still manipulative as ever. Boo to him.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sending lots of love! :)

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