#they don’t look like but but ya never kno

[whimsyprinx]

i wanna remind y’all that anything i try to envision more of less looks like this, sometimes better sometimes worse (honestly usually worse but ya know ahdjjfkt) always vague and blurry

#whimsy whispers #I like #never questioned this or thought much about it tik a few months ago #it’s like just something I didn’t think was important #i think it’s part of why I didn’t and don’t enjoy reading book books that much because I can’t really visualize the characters for it ya kno #like I have a vague idea of what things look like in my mind #sometimes I think I think of things more clearly then other times but it’s usually a struggle #for someone who spaces off a lot I’m very bad at using my mind to see things #also I just think this quick diagram by me is funny #🍎🌫️ ​apple

[designernishiki]

not at all to discount or invalidate the alternative But. since the goromi getup was canonically intended by majima to be kinda ridiculous and clashing to upset kiryu and provoke him into a fight, tbh I feel like if he were doing drag for drag’s sake or dressing more femme simply because he feels like it on any given day, without any ulterior motive, he’d be pretty likely to shave (half to feel pretty, half bc it’s easier to apply makeup that way) and go all-out with a wig or hairstyle and outfit that legit suits him. tldr: I doubt the og goromi look would realistically actually recur if/when he presents as femme and/or in drag

#I’ve seen some artists takes on it that are Fantastic but usually they’re of y0 majima #which is great don’t get me wrong but yeah I’d love to see more femme/drag concepts for goromi that’d legit fit #him/her ya kno #tho I do understand sorta reclaiming the goromi look after it was used as a haha funny man in dress kinda thing in-game and whatnot #if that makes sense #rly hope this take isn’t too controversial. like I said don’t get me wrong there’s never been a take on goromi’s look I’ve seen and went ugh #that’s so unrealistic and Bad #we all love goromi in this house. in all of her possible forms. amen #goromi #majima #goro majima #yakuza

[faeridollz]

Ghost casually making sure you know who you belong to!!

Cw; edging, degrading, brat taming, fingering.

Summary; he’s a bit mad about you responding to pointless dms!

A/n; thanks @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Pairing; ghost x dumb fem!reader

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ HIS BLOOD IS BOILING. He should’ve never let you get a phone. He should’ve known his sweet bunny wouldn’t be able to handle all the fucking attention she’d get, even with the fact that she made sure to post him all over her insta page. He should’ve known that the bloody cunts around the sick world wouldn’t resist dming his bunny. And she would happily text back. His grip tightens around your stupid phone, his eyes darkening as he tosses it on the bed. Watching as you enter the bedroom with a towel around your soft plush body.

your eyes flash in his direction in the dark ass room. He’s silent as hell and still in his fatigues, his large frame emitting a sort of anger?.. Your hands move to flick on the light switch, light flooding the room in less than a second. “Si’? Why’re ya just sitting there in tha’ dark?” You hum, watching as he stood up. “C’mere.” He growled, and like a good pet you obeyed and walked toward his large frame. You cowered a bit at his cold gaze, he never looked at you that way unless you really ticked him off. Trembling as he leaned down into your ear. “Go get the belt you little slut.” He sneered, any other time you’d laugh at the prickly way his stubbled chin grinded against your soft cheek or the way his breath warmed your ear.

Not this time though. Your scared shitless

“H-huh? What’d I do?” You panic, looking up at his with those big scared eyes. “You heard what I said didn’t you? Go get it. Now.”

“S-Si!” Shrieks fill the room as you squirm. Your small and chubby body displayed across his lap, small hands gripping the pillow as your lower half was forced up into the air by his legs, allowing your back to arch pathetically. He wasn’t even using that damn belt either. “This.-” He smacked your soft reddened ass, callous and rough palms causing even more friction. His large palm on your lower back, forcing you back down every time you tried to sit up and squirm from the pain. “Is fa’.-” He growled, bringing his rough hand back down again. “-Textin’ back disgustin’ boys on your bloody insta!” He slapped your fat reddened ass way harder than before, causing you to sob harder. You had a safe word, of course, you did. But did you really wanna risk him ignoring you? No. I

“S-si’! M’sorry! I-I didn’t k-kno’!” You shriek, trembling and shaking. When you tried to flail around to move away from the pain, nearly falling off the bed, he growled. “Stop moving.” He growled. “I want y’to count to four’y six. Goin’ off of each spank ya’ fuckin’ slut.” You nod at his words, and eventually, you were at 43 for the third time since you kept forgetting. Teary and hiccuping, absolutely exhausted now. *smack!* “F-forty *hic* f-four!” You wail, his hand coming down in your ass to spank ya. *smack!* “F-forty-five!” You tremble, hazy and delirious. Whining a bit when his hand softly rubbed your ass. “See..? Y’kno I don’t wanna hurt ya love. Jus’ teaching ya’ yeah?” He reassures, finger-swiping your clit. “Y’wet? Aww.. good girl..” he chuckled rubbing your swollen clit for a bit then inserting his large middle and ring fingers. “S-si!” Your sweet whines fill the room as he roughly finger fucks you.

When your stomach knots up and you’re just about to cum all over his sweetly thick fingers, he pulls out. “Not yet love.” He rubs your back, and you just groan In response. But now your being edged for the 20th time. A whiny mess. How could he? :(

#cod smut #cod x reader #faeridollz #ghost smut #simon riley x reader

[bluerthanvelvet444]

ᯓ★⋆˚𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

(Peter Maximoff x fem!reader)

tags: sfw and nsfw.

warnings: none.

character count: 7k.

this was a request!

ᯓ★⋆𝚂𝙵𝚆⋆｡⁀➷

He LOVES playing games with you.

Peter was often bored, being locked in his mother’s basement led to doing the same things over and over again. This is why he loved playing games with you, no matter if they were board games or card ones, he was utterly fond of the idea of games ending in many different ways and sometimes taking different turns, never knowing if a game could last minutes or hours. He would throw game nights with candies and junk food. He really liked playing Cluedo, especially roleplaying the whole thing, he would get SO into the character, many times taking it personally when he was accused of being the murderer, always doing accents and creating a whole backstory (even if not needed). He believed it was “funnier” this way…but really, he was just a dork by nature. He enjoyed Monopoly too, although getting into the character in this game would often lead to him getting SO mad when things started to go bad for him. He claimed he was “the best gamer of all times” but in reality was actually pretty bad, especially with strategy games since he tended to act impulsively without logic. Many times you had to let him win to avoid cocky tantrums and just getting his ego hurt.

He is constantly spoiling you with gifts.

His main goal in life was owning the "Twinkie" company being the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. So whatever you desired, he gave you.

“Look how cute this is Pet-” You started while pointing at the picture of what you wanted, and before you knew it, Peter left your room at the highest of speeds just to come back in the blink of an eye with the thing you were just talking about in his hands.

“Gotcha.” He winked with a cute smirk.

“Peter! You didn’t have to. You probably spent so much for this…” You said, feeling guilty.

“Who said I paid for it?”

He takes you anywhere you want.

You mentioned wanting to go to the beach? He took you there in no time, not even letting you put your swimsuit on.

You dreamed of going to Paris? Sweep. Two seconds and you were taking a picture under the Tour Eiffel while he was holding a baguette and had a fake mustache on.

In the little time you started dating him, you already visited more places than you did in your entire life, and your bedroom was full of polaroids of you two around the world. This counts for concerts and other things too. He’s basically a free VIP pass.

He always matches your mood.

If you wanted to go to the cinema and watch a movie, he would sneak you two in the theater, stealing popcorn and all types of soda.

If you wanted to party hard and just forget about everything for a night, he would throw the BIGGEST party in the x-men’s mansion, just for you.

If you wanted to stay home and relax, he would grab a comfy blanket and a few snacks, cuddling up against you. Either spooning you or being spooned.

He hypes you up no matter what, he’s your biggest fan.

You were out shopping with Peter, so you took the chance to try some dresses on. You were in the changing room, looking at your body in the mirror. Many thoughts were flowing in your head, you didn’t know if you liked or hated it. Peter slightly peeked from the curtain.

“Babe are ya don- HOLY SHIT!” His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” You asked while still looking in the mirror.

“Like it? Ya asking me if I- if I like it?! Are ya out of yer mind?! I dont like it! I love it!” He opened wide the whole curtain.

“Mh…I don’t know if this really fits m-” You were cut off by Peter suddenly grabbing your shoulders.

“Fits you?! FITS YA?! Babe.Ya need to get this right now. It was made for you- Holy shit! It looks like it was tailored to you!” He grinned widely.

“i don’t kno-Peter!” You exclaimed as he picked you up in his arms.

“YER STUNNING. Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Damn! Yer really my girl? I’m the luckiest bastard in the world!” He carried you in his arms out of the changing room.

“SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! HEY YOU! YES! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! I’M THE LUCKIEST BASTARD IN THE WORLD! WHOOOOO!” He shouted excitedly to the whole store while you covered your burning cheeks and begged him to stop.

He likes watching you put on your makeup, occasionally attempting to put it on you, too.

His tongue poked out of his mouth as he tried to blend the foundation on your skin.

“Why’s this taking so long?!” He huffed.

“Peter, that’s an eyeshadow brush.”

“Oh.”

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He’s horny 24/7.

Because of his speedster genes everything his body did was faster than normal. It was sooo easy to get him hard. You could’ve been either provoking him or doing nothing.

You were laying on the bed, your boyfriend spooning you from behind. You pressed your back against him, earning a groan from him. Thinking you accidentally hurt him, you turned to face him, just to find a visible grown bulge in his pants.

“I barely touched you…” You teased.

“S’the speedster genes…” He whined.

He’s such a switch.

You were sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers slipping in and out of your entrance with unholy sounds.

“Mh…Just like that, babe…takin’ it so well…” He purred in your ear, causing loud moans to slip out of you. He kept speeding his fingers more and more, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Not wanting to finish alone, you suddenly changed positions, straddling him and stroking his length from his pants.

“A-ah…please babe…” He was already a subby mess under you, whining and begging you for more.

He’s open to all types of sex with you.

Fast? His name is quickie for a reason, his body will be blurred by how fast he will be.

Slow? Mhh…It will be torture for him but, sure, anything to pleasure you.

Loving? He could be hugging you from behind, gently thrusting in you and whispering sweet words and moans in your ear.

Rough? Absolutely. He’ll have you screaming his name as loud as possible. Oh, and prepare for a loooong night, the speedster genes help a lot with his sex drive.

No toys!

One thing he will never accept is you using sex toys. Why on earth would you use a miserable piece of plastic to please yourself when you have him?

He can be a vibrator, a dildo…everything! And a good one too. Whenever you need to feel good, just give him a call! He will drop everything just to have fun with you. Don’t tell Professor X that.

Quickies in public are more common than you think.

With him being always horny, he often found himself staring at you for longer than usual, which sent heat waves straight to his core, even in public.

“Babe…” He started with whispering your name in your ear, his body pressing against yours from behind.

“I need you…” He whined, subtly rubbing his hard-on against your ass. You questioned him, reminding him that you were in public.

He quickly brought you inside a public bathroom. His hands desperately grabbing your body.

“Please…I’ll be quick…” He groaned against your neck, sucking the skin gently. As soon as you agreed, you found yourself pressed up against a wall and his clothes immediately coming off.

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taglist: @cxndiedvi0lets @angeldollw @marchsfreakshow @dangeroustaintedflawed @yandereunsolved @newwavesylviaplath @happy74827 @evpeters87 @dont-look-behind

a/n: hiiii!!! my first headcanonssss...tried to put more dorky canon peter. hope you like them!!🩶🩶

all rights reserved!!

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #x men #x men apocalypse #quicksilver #evan peters #american horror story #tate langdon #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #kyle spencer #violet harmon #james patrick march #kai anderson #taissa farmiga #ahs hotel #ahs asylum #ahs coven

[strikersexhaver]

Feathers. 🔪🕊️

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Striker ends up in a similar position as someone he despises.

(A/N) this is also based on a OC/Striker fanfic I wish to make eventually i also haven’t seen anyone do this?

SPOILERS FOR OOPS (S2 E6) WATCH THAT BEFORE READING!!

...

Pairing: Striker x Half Goetia! Half Imp! Reader

Genre: Angst

Content Warning?: Argument, Striker’s an ass this time,

After a long, shit, god-awful day, the only thing the serpentine imp hybrid man wanted was to watch his movies and snooze up to a lover’s embrace.

However, he got the polar opposite.

It’s almost comedic (or maybe even karma) for how badly it went.

To deal with people who sucked up to blue-bloods was a pain and to lose to them? Even more so, he also had received burns from a explosion’s fire, it may turn into scars- but he had to think about the present issue of the burns now.

You took care of him when he got home as well, you wrapped up his wounds, burns or not. He needed to rest… So now he was resting against your thigh, his shoulders relaxed and body stopped tensing up as soon as he was able to bask in the homey-comfort feeling. A feeling anyone could happily indulge in at times…

Striker watched as your tail move back and fourth like a dog’s tail in glee. It was adorable he thought, passing it off until it brewed. He then realized why was your tail so- feathery?

It never was like that before he recalled.

He grabbed a hold of it gently, you chuckled at the odd sensation not seeing his expression and assuming he was playing around.

“…What is it hun?” You asked, your voice tensing as he stared in silence.

He held your tail right by the tip of it, then showed it back to you. The feathers on your tail being the crime in his eyes.

“The fuck is this?” He angrily scowled, his eyebrows furrowed and his tail rattling like a snakes.

“I-… I can explain-“ you began, “i-it was for a costume.” You tried to lie, which did not go over too well with him. The nerves in your voice and the pounding of your heart intensified as you even continued.

It made Striker’s blood boil, he could see right through your lie clear as day. As an assassin he has had to charm his way through many, and see through falsehoods many times.

As for you, you were one of the people he thought he never had to.

“Quit lyin’- what are you? What the fuck is this!” He snarled, teeth barred.

You looked for words to say as you pulled your tail from his grasp. He winced as he got up, panting as his body was spent from fighting and now healing. You tried reaching out for him to help him out but all he did was back away from the touch, a feeling of betrayal and being lied to clouded his vision.

A stinging sensation was felt in your heart as he refused your touch, it took so long for him to even let you, even more so to lean into it.

But it seems it’s impossible to imagine it happening again.

You only never told anyone the Goetia side of you because you could never fit in with either crowd with both of you, only half of you.

The lower-class entirely, mostly imps, or hellhounds would dislike you for being Goetia. Then Goetia would never even dare to look at you because of your ‘lesser blood’ they called it. You never had a place, and so… You kept it to yourself.

“I- I wanted to tell you- for so long but-“ you started but he cut you off, “but what?” He hissed.

“You never told me! That I’ve been snoozin’ with a damn half-blueblood this entire damn fuckin’ time!”

“It’s not like that, I don’t even have contacts with my parents! You know this!” You exclaimed trying to have him hear you. You heard him, clearly, the strain and dryness of his voice was present.

“Nah- you didn’t even fuckin’ tell me either?! Ya’ kno’ the shit I’ve done for ya? The bleedin’ the killin’? Nun’ of it?” His tail accidentally knocked down a framed photo of the two of you making a loud clunking noise.

The two of you paused as you looked at what he knocked down, mutually both of you felt sadness but with different feelings.

You felt anxiety creaking up your spine, and he felt anger, betrayal, all over his blackened soul.

“Striker, please-“ he looked up at you as you spoke, “I don’t- I don’t belong anywhere because of this- it’s not that, I don’t trust you- I’m scared you’ll go.”

Striker’s breath hitched, his heartbeat slowing… You could see he was starting to think but he avoided eye contact with you.

“Please- let’s, let’s talk about this-“ you tried reaching out for him, again, hoping for a different result only for him to do the same once again.

He backed away, shaking his head as he winced, starting to painfully walk away.

“…Is that it? Are you really going to fucking leave!? Just like that?! Just because of what I am?” You sniffled, tears began to swell. Sadness and fury poured into those tears.

He paused, he perked up as he listened to your words.

“After everything we’ve been through together? I thought I was your ride or die! The one person I could go to about- fucking anything, we’ve killed together, I’ve killed for you and you for me! And this is what you want to leave me over?!”

He blinked. “… Ride or die’s ain’t supposed to hide shit from each other-“

“You fucking hide from me, constantly, where the fuck where you today? Huh? Messing with royals who might come after you!”

He huffed, his pride refused to admit his wrongdoing, but his body language spoke it. His tail hanged low as well as his neck and shoulders.

“I know what I’m doin’, I’ve been doin’ this shit long before I had ya’!” He turned back to you.

“But now you do, you wanna risk it all? All of it?” You gritted your teeth, your body tensing up with your fists clenching.

“Risk your life for pride? And now- us? Because of something you should understand I cannot control.. You’re a hybrid just like me, you should understand!”

“I don’t need to understand shit, because I’m above all this- I’m above-“

“Us? You’re above us? That’s what you’re trying to say?” You put hands upon your hips, your eyebrows furrowed and tears began to fall, down your face, and even dripping onto your shirt.

He scowled. “Ya’- I fuckin’ am! Because I ain’t gonna be coddled by a half-ling blue blood-!” He perked up angrily once more, “talking to me as if you’re my fuckin’ ma? Hah! Fuck no! I ain’t!”

Striker stormed out leaving you stunned.

The words he spoke stabbed your heart like a thousand daggers in the back.

It broke you down, brought you on your knees to only cry. You turned to the photo that was knocked down, and sobbed relentlessly.

All over a damn feather.

—-

Striker on the other hand, realized he’s just like the person he was spiting for so long… If he was better than him, this wouldn’t have happened.

He wouldn’t have brought down the one person who pulled him up.

The one person he wanted to marry.

#helluva boss #striker #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker x reader #striker x reader helluva boss #striker / reader #striker and reader #striker x oc #striker x y/n

[moraysoiree]

homesick

Just my idea of what it feels like to be far away from home.

characters: Floyd Leech x gn!reader (platonic, could be read as romantic), mentions of Jade and Azul word count: 1134

Ramshackle dorm prefect’s life was in no sense easy. Sitting through classes and thinking how you can’t even put all this knowledge to good use because of your ‘magiclessness’ was, for lack of a better term, pure torture. Thank god the classes ended, finally granting you some freedom to wander off in hopes to lift your spirits by hanging out with one of the strange people that were in abundance here.

To your glee, on the way to the first floor you noticed a familiar figure on a terrace just a flight of stairs below: one of the eel guys was standing there, leaning against the guardrail with slumped shoulders. Given the idleness, figuring his current mood was no big feat. The chance was worth taking, though.

‘FLOOOOYD!!’ you started skipping down excitedly, not even bothering to get to the floor and jumping off the middle right onto the unsuspecting victim. ‘Shrimpie!’ wide-eyed, Floyd still managed to catch the falling anvil and laughed, spinning from the momentum. ‘Ye gonna kill us one day,’ he grumbled. ‘I wish I could kill you that easily,’ you pinched his cheeks, causing the displeased eel to click his teeth in a mock threat. ‘A point. You little fishies, on the other hand…’ he trailed off. Both went on to lean onto the banisters, laziness afloat in the sunny spring air. The mood wasn’t as bad as expected. Or, rather, improved rapidly, for that matter. ‘Sup with the classes,’ you tugged on the lilac ribbon hanging from his forearm. ‘Skipping, huh? What would Azul say?!’ you covered your mouth, appearing to be scandalized. Theatrical jests usually amused him, but not today for some reason. Or was it Azul’s name that got on his nerves? Either way, Floyd wasn’t really in the mood for talking, so the clue was taken and both stared off into the distance silently. And was there a lot to stare at, as college’s balconies had the best view onto the sharp cliffs, mercilessly slicing the rumbling waves into white foam.

Something occurred to you, and you asked, fidgeting with the very same ribbon still: ‘Say, don’t you ever get homesick?’. Floyd tore his eyes off the sea and gave you a thoughtful glance, ‘Mm-hhm… not really. There are a lot of things on land. I think Jade got it worse’. ‘Jade?! How come?’ It was hard to believe that Jade, who navigated human society better than the majority of humans, was, in fact, facing some trouble adapting. ‘S’ not like he doesn’t love it here, too, I mean. But y’know how he goes to wander by himself and chew on his plants or whareva-you-call-it. That’s different from me. Gets melancholic ‘nd all.’ Floyd sighed and stretched, crossing arms behind his head. ‘And you don’t? Like ever’. ‘Don’t think so? Lotta interesting things just keep happening around. This school is kinda special tho. Many fishies to squeeze, and jumping right into my jaws, too,’ he shut his eyes in delight, but his general expression shifted into something more sinister, something ascending from the murky depths, prowling and lurking. ‘Kinda like home. Ya kno’ it’s crazy down there. You can never stop or rest. Unless you wanna be eaten, ‘course. Same here,’ he waved at the Night Raven College’s walls. ‘So your bloodlust is what keeps you going? Should’ve known better,’ you scoffed, and Floyd rolled his eyes. ‘Mean! I like many of your things, like clothes, and phones, and the strange food you have. S’ not like I only care about beatin’ up some krill,’ you eyed his messy uniform doubtfully and pondered whether the eel really liked clothes as much as he claimed to.

‘But you’re like Jade, aren’t you, little Shrimp?’ Floyd snapped you from your thoughts forcefully, and you noticed he was staring at you sharply. ‘You get those sour moods and sigh a lot’. Look who’s talking about moods!? But he was right, although it came as a surprise that such things didn’t escape him. He’d always seemed too caught up in his own emotions. Or was it precisely because of it that Floyd had noticed the way his friend was a bit too quiet on one day and a tad too distant on the other... ‘I love you all, but I didn’t really choose to be here, and I don’t even know if there’s a way to go back. Even if there is, will I survive with people overblotting left and right and making it everyone’s problem?!’ Floyd laughed. ‘Nothing to laugh about in my life’, you sighed. ‘You would be shocked how hard it is to live without the little things, like my favourite songs, or the trinkets I’d collected, or the bakeries I’d always visited’. He was listening silently, letting you get it all off your chest. ‘I had friends back home, too. Will I ever see them again? Do they miss me, I wonder.. Maybe I died in my world and got isekai’d here so there’s not really a place for me to return to at all?!’ Floyd scrunched his face up at your outburst. ‘Now you sound just like Firefly Squid.’ Then, however, his expression became serious. ‘You know, Shrimpie. There are a lot of things in this world that are out of our control. You can have a down-to-the-minute detailed plan, covering the next forty years, but what use will it be if a shark gobbles you up tomorrow? You should value the ‘now’, or ya risking to miss all the fun n’ regret it later,’ his hand ruffled your hair. ‘I get that it ain’t easy for ya to be all gung-ho about it all the time, but that kind of thinking is just a waste. Say what, how ‘bout we go make Crowley get his game up with your homeworld instead? I can squeeze him real tight if ya wanna.’ You thought about it for a solid moment, seriously considering the offer. ‘I’m good. Spare the unfortunate soul, he’s got his plate served to him from people throwing hands last week’. ‘And who’s to thank for that ya think?’ Oh. Of course. ‘What a spectacular friend I have, rushing to avenge me before I even ask!’ The phrase might have been a joke, but you put your genuine gratitude for the so much needed reassurance into it. To that display of emotions, Floyd’s eyes glinted mischievously. ‘So you saying you owe me one?’ You regretted your choice of words instantly. ‘Come ooon, ain’t gonna eat ya, Shrimpie. Not yet, anyway. Speaking of food… What a rad way to repay me, huh?’ ‘Mostro Lounge?’ Floyd groaned. ‘Heell naaah if I see Azul today I’ll punch smn. Hard.’ So it WAS about Azul, in the end. ‘Canteen it is then. Takoyaki?’ ‘Ya know me best, Shrimpie.’

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #a repost & a gender neutral ver of the thingie i wrote like. a year ago #istg i've had that tweels x reader draft molding in my google docs for almost a solid year already sorry if ya had your hopes up😝✌️ #yume brainrot too strong to think about other guys #i WILL try to finish it. no promises tho bye🎠

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Could we get a quick rundown of all the romantic relationships in your AU?

Oh sure! There are not many, but i will show ya what i got

Franky and Robin are dating with plans of moving in with eachother. Theyre just two weirdos making their way through this crazy thing called life.

Kid and killer are dating, but it really doesn’t seem like they’re dating. Theyre the type of couple that shows just enough affection to eachother in public to make people think they’d be a cute couple but not enough to make them think theyre already a couple.

Nami and Vivi are very interested with each-other and flirt a lot but neither has made the first move cuz they don’t think the other is interested in them. Truly a sad sight to behold.

Sora and Zeff are married and are very cute together. Sue me, i want her to have a happy ending. Their dynamic is very much happy-go-lucky golden retriever and an unamused cat. Their dynamic with Sanji is that one audio thats like “dad am i ugly?” “That’s nonsense I’m looking at you right now, youre the most beautiful girl in the world” / “very much.”

Shanks and Makino are married, but like, its chill. Ya kno? Like theyre almost never together at one time, but they still know the other loves them. And it is of my opinion that that baby Makino is holding in that one cover page is one she had with Shanks. So in this au, unless alternative information presents itself, they have a baby together.

Besides those, all the canon couples in one piece like those of parents and stuff are also canon. Hancock is not attracted to Luffy romantically in this AU either. Because like,, and not to ship shame but like… gross. I just think she’s a very tall business CEO who’s Close Good Friend™ is a little gremlin man

Thats all i got thank ye very much for the ask ❤️

#ask reply #@definitlynotagoat

[atopvisenyashill]

If Rhaenys was the Queen, do you think Laenor and Rhaenyra would still be matched and, more importantly, would Rhaenyra have had children with Harwin Strong? Because that feels so much more dangerous.

i mean THATS THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION RIGHT.

okay so @riana-one said in a reply that i can't fucking find now that most likely, in the case that one of Viserys & Aemma’s kids still lived, that Laenor would marry Rhaenyra and Laena would marry the boy, and imo I think that’s likely in the case that Rhaenys ascends and becomes Queen Regnant. TBH the fact that Rhaenys and Viserys didn’t marry was kinda stupid (i mean, these people don’t need to be MORE inbred but like, what’s the point of all the incest marrying if you’re not using that to combine the claims of competing lines? but then again, we all know the reason is misogyny and purposefully cutting rhaenys' competing claim out of the family tree to ~put her in her place~). I think Rhaenys & Corlys are perfectly astute enough to realize their best option is to combine their line with Viserys.

HOWEVER. There’s a few important factors in Laenor being Prince of Dragonstone and marrying Rhaenyra that change the plot as well as their characters-

LAENOR is the Crown Prince, not Rhaenyra as Crown Princess which means there’s more pressure on Laenor himself to actually, ya kno, attempt to consummate the marriage than there is in the og canon where it’s very vague as to whether Laenor attempted to have legitimate children with Rhaenyra or whether she was so mad about the match she simply refused to bed him and Laenor went “cool idgaf” (bc….like all of his behavior in canon points to Laenor simply not giving a shit about how Rhaenyra got pregnant, and perhaps they even mutually disliked each other!)

Rhaenyra is so cavalier about having bastards specifically because her father is King and will protect her from the pushback (or so she hopes). If it’s Laenor’s mother that’s ruling Queen, that’s a much different scenario where Rhaenyra knows she’s not going to have backup.

Is Harwin even still at KL? He’s there in canon because Lyonel is on the small council and he needs to Be Useful In The City but if it’s RHAENYS who is Queen that means SHES picking her Small Council (or, I suppose, Corlys is picking her small council). How she got her crown is going to factor into what her Small Council looks like - if Aemon never died and passed the crown to his daughter he spent years acclaiming as his heir and fighting to protect her rights, that Council will look different than if the GC 101 chose her over Viserys (and how is Jae taking that), and THAT TOO looks different than if like, Viserys and Daemon both die and now the crown MUST pass to a female line. For all we know, she makes Boremund her Master of Laws because he’s been her number one supporter her whole life & he’s her dear uncle!

Rhaenyra’s life looks infinitely different if she’s raised as a daughter of a man with no seat. She might not even grow up in KL; again, depending on how Rhaenys comes to her throne, it’s possible Viserys & his family aren’t even welcome there the way Rhaenys & Jocelyn are effectively banned from KL after Jaehaerys usurps them, or that Viserys would feel awkward in KL the way both Rhaena's did. Would Rhaenys work something out with Viserys so he can live at Court or be the castellan of Dragonstone? Does Viserys decide to take Rhaenyra & Aemma and fuck off to the Vale (and does that bring Daemon to the Vale and are they welcome there??). The point there is, Rhaenyra’s childhood looking so different is going to affect the way she approaches sex, marriage, and children. I mean, if Viserys never remarries Alicent, or Aemma doesn’t die, that negates a lot of the hang ups Rhaenyra has later in life!

SO! Yes, I think it’s likely Laenor and Rhaenyra still marry. Does Rhaenyra have children with Harwin? It’s very hard to say! Because she’s not the crown princess, she doesn't have her father to cover for her, and it is legitimately treason if she's caught fucking someone else (as opposed to her fucking Harwin as Crown Princess, that's a gray area because she is the one the line descends from, not Laenor). At the same time, Rhaenyra grows up in circumstances where a woman is allowed to inherit the Iron Throne due to ~something~ and grows up as the daughter of a man without his own seat which will inevitably change Rhaenyra's outlook on her own life. Plus, if Corlys and Rhaenys are breathing down Laenor's neck and going "you need to actually attempt to fuck your wife Laenor and stop ignoring her to fuck stable boys" that may prompt more action from Laenor, not to mention that with Rhaenys and Corlys as rulers, they have a lot more say over whatever the fuck is going on in that marriage because it's happening right under their noses.

Corlys, meanwhile, does not have the motivation to simply pretend the boys are legitimate. He has the throne. He has the power. D While I don't think he would push for Rhaenyra to be straight up executed for cheating on Laenor (that is going to piss her father, uncle, and maybe mother OFF), he is not going to help her cover for it the way he does in the series.

So....IF Laenor still finds himself incapable of having children, the ting is that Rhaenys and Corlys are going to push more aggressively on Rhaenyra. Maybe this means they are stricter with Laenor (not allowing him the freedom to have male lovers at court perhaps?) OR it means Rhaenyra becomes desperate enough that she attempts to fuck someone else. The thing here is - if Rhaenyra knows its her head if she's found out, will she try to be discreet and fuck someone who is blond? Or even fuck Daemon?? Is Harwin even at court? It's hard to say! Certainly, I can see Rhaenyra feeling desperate enough to try to get pregnant through other means besides Laenor but I'm not sure she would go straight to Harwin in this scenario!

#asks #anons #the dance of the dragons #laenor velaryon #rhaenys velaryon #corlys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen

[peekaboo-icyou]

the truth

Part 1

Pt.2 of new person

“U-um excuse me?…” the guy that looked like the boss turned to you and bent down to you level “yes doll?” He smirks “c-can I ask w-what’s going on?…” he takes a drag from his cigarette then laughs and stands up “y’know your little boyfriend the chimney?” “The who?” The guy looks back at you confused “y’know the chimney the most feared mob boss in the city?” “I don’t know no chimney sir I’m sorry” the gets back down to your level worried “y’know a um William soot or uh wilbur soot?” You smile cheerfully “oh yes that’s my boyfriend!” He smiles “so he hasn’t told you?” “Told me what?” “He’s a fake! He’s not a good guy he’s killed thousands of people! Done drug deals, stolen, almost every crime” you look at him shocked “b-but my Wilbur wouldn’t do that he’s the nicest guy I’ve ever met h-he braids my hair, he cooks for me and reads to me, your telling me that’s all a lie?…” you tear up

the guy pulls up two chairs for you both “sit down toots” you sniffle and sit down “I’m sure he does do all that I understand why he didn’t tell you I mean if I found a cute little lady that only believed in good in the world I’d probably hide it to and especially if they treated me like a normal person, see once you get into the business and become known everyone is scared of ya” you sniffle more “so let’s get you cleaned up doll” “what do you mean?” “I think you’ve had enough shock today I’m lettin you go”

you go to give him a hug and that’s when you hear a shot and something cold run down your chest and down your leg and you fall to the floor “Y/N!!!” He throws the gun and quickly runs over to you “get the fuck out of my way you bastard!” He punches the guy “oh god what have you done to her?” “What have I done to her? All the wounds are makeup to scare you, you fuckin shot the poor girl” he puts pressure on your wound “stay in there baby we’re gunna get you help” you cough up blood “w-Wilby?…” “yes baby?” You look at him “do you see the light to?” “No don’t go to the light!” You pass out

You wake up in a bed a really fancy bed and the bedroom is the size of your tiny apartment, you hear the door open “y/n?” You pretend to sleep and hide under the blanket “darling I know your awake” you come out “I’m really sorry for not telling you I just didn’t want you to hate me” “you lied to me!” “I-I kno-“ “I thought you were a good person and I was wrong your just a money hungry bastard!” He frowns and tears up “I even spent money on you! Which I had no problem doing for dinner and coffee but but you also told me you couldn’t afford your apartment rent for 3 months! And this definitely is not a apartment, did you know I just lost my coffee shop the one that my grandmother gave to me! Because I couldn’t pay the rent because I spent all my money on stuff you ‘couldn’t’ afford!” “Wait baby I-“ “don’t baby me! I never want to see you again!” You try to get up but the bullet wound hurts to much but you still manage anyway until you discover your basically naked “where are my clothes!” He’s crying right now but you can’t really see because he’s good at hiding it “they got ruined you can borro-“ “I don’t want your clothes!” “Just a hood n/n so your not naked when you leave I’ll get a driver to take you home but please do not break up with me…” “I-I have to think about it…”

Should I make a part 3

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp #mafia boss x reader fluff #mafia romance #mafia rp #mafia aesthetic

[bitchsister]

soooo I need luckycharms!AU Bucky and Curt on vacation somewhere.. slutty. your choice. john wants to show his boy from the bronx the world. maybe rome? like in EYY but this time they get to truly experience and enjoy it without the fear of doom & war & death ?!!? ya kno

Ohhhh you know I love a good Italy trip lmaooo. Cattonquick in Liguria was my favorite thing to write. Now I get to write Bucky and Curt being sluts? I’m so lucky. Ripping the nude beach idea right out of my Cattonquick fic and putting a Curtbucky twist on it.

Andiamo!

This request got pregnant with this other one ⬆️ it felt right so we went with it!!

HONORABLE MENTION;

Don’t read if you aren’t down with these: More vibrating butt plug, nude beach filth, ‘daddy’ is used twice, spanking, very very very very light dom/sub vibes if you squint but hardly, Curt is a cunt, abundant use of pet names

All it took was a few planted magazines on the coffee table for Bucky to quickly realize where Curt had wanted to visit, and the places he absolutely did not.

“Paris would be so fun, don’tcha think?” His legs were stretched over Bucky’s thighs who had been intently eyeing the score of the Brewers versus the Reds, dramatically huffing and puffing as the score continued not to work out in his home teams favor.

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky nodded, acting as though he was hardly listening but he was instead taking permanent mental notes. Paris is added to the possible itinerary, as is Aspen, Madeira, Lagos and Porto.

Then came ramblings of Barcelona, ripe springtime strawberries held between Curt’s lips as he flipped through pages filled with beautiful images of Casa Batlló, La Sagrada Famila, and the Picasso museum. “Look.” He turned the magazine around, pointing to the water. “Look how blue the water is, Ducky. We ain’t ever gonna see that here, huh? Closest we got is Coney Island.” He chuckled, again oblivious to Bucky’s mental note taking, the itinerary growing longer and longer with each new travel magazine Bucky hid around the house.

“Why do you got all these, anyway?” Curt grabbed the latest addition, a travel guide of Italy. “You got like thirty of the things.”

“I get ‘em for free at the office.” Bucky lied, and felt bad about it. “Guess Harding never cancelled the subscription when he was cruise shopping. I snag ‘em before he can realize they were even delivered.”

Curt hummed and nodded his head, puffing at the joint between his lips, all sprawled out over the cushioned window bench like a sunbathing feline. “I’d do anything to go to Italy.” He whispered, and alarms went off in Bucky’s head.

Bingo, bing, bingo.

Ding, ding, ding!

“My Nonna tells me stories about growin’ up in Bologna.” He hung upside down, the magazine held over his face as he multitasked like never before. A couple puffs, a flick of the page, ashing his joint, running his gorgeous mouth. “Oh, look!” He scrambled to his knees and sat upright again to turn the magazine around like it was his turn for show and tell. “Pompeii!” He flipped the page, his excitement growing. “Look! Tits! Dicks! Ass!” He pointed to all of it, the page covering the top rated nude beach in the country, Guvano.

And so, when Curt went back to his campus dorm room for a few days to hunker down and study for finals before summer break, Bucky did his own studying on hotels, which quickly had been switched to villas, vineyards, tours, beaches, restaurants, you fucking name it.

He had eventually enlisted the help of a concierge, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He didn’t speak Italian and he wanted to know what was really worth seeing, according to the locals.

Come Friday evening, Curt looked and felt like he’d been beaten with two cinder blocks, trudging into Bucky’s stretch of hallway once he stepped inside.

He barely had any energy left to announce his arrival, quiet footsteps wandering into the kitchen where Bucky stood with his hip jutted, his phone an inch away from his face and a wine glass in the other as he read closely each step of the recipe he’d chosen to make for dinner.

Cacio e Pepe and scottadito. Earlier, he prepped for the perfect Caesar salad, ready to eat since he knew Curt would be starved to death after his finals.

“Hey.” A voice squeaked after the source had snapped an incognito photo on his phone of that version of Bucky — quiet, contemplative, focused.

“Jesus.” Bucky dropped his phone onto the counter. “Baby, you gotta make some noise or somethin’. I’ll have a heart attack.”

Curt huffed a laugh through his nostrils and shuffled the floors toward him to wrap himself around Bucky, his eyes closed as he rested his head against the mans chest. “Oh,” Bucky cooed, rubbing circles into Curt’s back once he’d sat down the glass of wine he’d become rather familiar with in the last hour or so. “How’d it go?”

“My brain.” Curt groaned, pressing his face into Bucky’s chest. “It hurts.”

Curt, as Bucky had quickly realized, was a goddamn genius and he knew just how to work it. Never to speak out of turn, always raw and honest and never pretending to be something he isn’t, that thick New York accent poking through even the most intelligent sentences Bucky had ever heard in his life.

Listen to this, listen to this. Alright. Here we go.

Curt stood in front of Bucky, reading part of his final presentation project as practice with one of Bucky’s sweaters hanging to his mid thigh and another joint rolled with pink papers between his teeth.

The potential of shape memory alloys in morphin’ wing technology with adaptive geometries that adjust in real-time could greatly optimize performance across various flight conditions.

Curt took another puff, his eyes locked on Bucky instead of the paper in his hand. He’d memorized it all and knew it by heart. After all, it was a touchy subject he felt passionate about.

Furthermore, research shows that this could increase fuel efficiency, reduce emissions, and could have a hand in improvin’ maneuverability.

Bucky was speechless, his jaw slack, hearts spilling out of his eyes and onto the floor. He was no help really, because every goddamn thing Curtis did was absolute perfection.

“Feed it.” Bucky held Curt to his chest with one hand while the other grabbed a plate, built an excellent Caesar, and offered it in front of a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen where half of it was still occupied by Bucky’s iPad, his knives, his cutting board and all of his oils and seasonings.

“You’re a real homemaker, you know, Egan.” Curt reluctantly detached himself from Bucky and plopped into the stool, stabbing forkfuls of lettuce and shoving it in his mouth while Bucky poured him a glass of some orange-ish hipster rosé, because the red shit gave him headaches and made him feel sleepy.

Good taste, Bucky would say.

You’re a natural at spending money.

“Yeah?” Bucky leaned against the island, pressing sweet kisses to Curt’s face despite the way he was feverishly shoving salad into it. “You gonna have me all kept at home while you make the dough, hm?” he was teasing, but knew once Curt got his foot in the door at a job after graduation, he’d be making his own natural hipster wine budget.

Big time.

“You think I will?” Curt murmured through a full mouth, booping noses with Bucky who nodded.

“Obviously, baby. No other choice, I fear.” Bucky watched intently as Curt sipped his wine, giggled, blushed, rolled his eyes. “How you feelin’ about the final?”

“Dunno.” Curt shrugged, watching Bucky continue on his prep for dinner and dessert. “I did good on the presentation part. It’s the fuckin’ multiple choice that I get so fucked up on. I’m indecisive! The shit’s outdated — how long they been makin’ us poor brain dead fucks fill in some bubbles, ya know?” He gulped more wine from his glass, “Like, since the dawn of time, I bet. And ain’t that shitty? You’d think they would—“

A red envelope was plopped in front of him, sealed with wax.

“What’s this?”

Bucky shrugged, sipping his glass of wine nonchalantly. “Dunno. Found it. Think it might be yours.”

Curt gave him a look of confusion, shaded with hints of brattiness and sass.

Bucky could eat him up.

His fingers deftly peeled the envelope open, his eyes taking in the words that he could hardly comprehend. “Italy?” He whispered, his heart sinking to his gut. “You’re kiddin’, Bucky..”

“I was going to wait until we got your score back from the final. But I know you’ll pass and I just couldn’t wait.” Bucky braced himself for Curt’s suddenly energized squealing and jumping and screaming and hooting and kissing and licking and all of it.

So. There they were, beach Guvano, the very same one in the magazine Curt had brought with him to compare and contrast magazines versus real life — so far, not a single thing had disappointed him.

“How’s it look?” Bucky asked from beside Curt, sprawled out on their beach blanket as he shoved sweet grapes into his cheeks.

“Less people here than in the pictures.” Curt had stripped down, of course, as he typically found any reason at all not to wear clothes at any time, no matter the location. “But I like that. ‘Cause some of these people in here shouldn’t be seen with clothes on.”

Bucky swatted his thigh, a dumb grin tugging his lips. “Bad boy. Be nice.”

Curt smirked and rolled onto his belly and closer to Bucky who still wore his skimpy little black speedo that he purchased simply to fit in with the rest of the Europeans.

American swim trunks didn’t feel authentic.

“You gonna lemme see the rest of ya?” Curt pressed a kiss to Bucky’s unbelievably tan, warm, sweaty neck. “Or you gonna be a perv?”

Bucky shrugged, scrolling on his phone in his left hand, his right buried deep in Curtis’ loose brown sea-salty waves and occasionally grabbing more grapes to chomp on. “Do pervs keep their swimsuits on at nude beaches?”

“Yes, actually.” Curt nodded, wagging his little ass once a warm breeze had tickled over it, his favorite plug between his sunburnt cheeks — the one that he’d worn to dinner with Bucky and Gale not long ago.

And Bucky had already started playing with him.

“I think the real pervs have vibrating plugs in their asses. In public.” Bucky gave Curt a look of mock-surprise once he’d flicked the level up to two, meeting Curt’s look of real shock with one of pure theatrics.

His mouth agape, his brows furrowed, his chin quivering as he moaned.

“Goddamn it.”Curtis cursed.

“Feel good?” Bucky whispered, the shade from their umbrella almost hiding them from the rest of the beach where the closest visitor seemed about thirty yards down the shoreline, minding their own business with their tits out. “S’your favorite one, isn’t it?”

Curt nodded quickly, his gaze softening into little horny feline slits, thick black lashes practically fluttering over his own pink cheeks, the freckles over the bridge of his nose accentuated by hours spent outdoors sipping wine or cappuccinos and eating all the finest culinary in the city. “Mhm.. M’favorite. Yeah.” He spluttered, practically drooling already.

Bucky laid his phone on his chest, reaching forward to caress his sweet boys soft cheeks instead, gathering the moisture from Curt’s wet lips onto his thumb and licking it clean. “God, you’re so fucking sweet.” He fawned, admiring again a practically frozen Curtis who whimpered softly in response.

“C’mere, my baby.” He hooked a hand around Curt’s waist and pulled him closer, the top half of his body resting over Bucky’s chest while the bottom involuntarily rut against every warm gust of wind with his ass or the blanket atop the soft sand with his cock.

Curt’s lips had found Bucky’s fingers, sucking them like he would his cock, or Gale’s, whenever their schedules aligned these days. “I passed my exam.” He breathed, pulling away from the hand he held with both of his own, half the size of Bucky’s. “Gotta ninety.”

Although he was expecting a one hundred or more including the bonus questions that saved his ass, he was nowhere near unhappy with where his GPA stood going into his second year.

Bucky lit up, of course, kissing him like it could be their last. “I fucking knew it.” He whispered between kisses. “My fucking genius boy. God, you’re so fucking smart. It’s so sexy.”

Bucky would eat him if he could.

Carry him around just like that, wherever he went, there Curt would be.

“What can I say?” Curt grinned, lips drenched in shared saliva. “Somebody besides J.Lo has to make a name for the Bronx.”

Bucky snarled a laugh. “Christ,” he chased the moan that escaped Curtis into his own mouth to devour it. “Better graduate early, then.” He teased, his hand grabbed again and the fingers enveloped once more in the soft hallows of Curt’s cheeks that grew pinker by the minute.

He wiggled his ass again against the plug that was stuffing him, eventually moving to sit on his folded legs and rut against his own heel, Bucky’s gaze watching all the while beneath a pair of sunglasses with rather transparent brown lenses.

Curt loved to be watched.

He loved, so very much, to be the center of Bucky’s world.

He’d put on little shows for him, all sweaty and panting and begging for it. He’d become a mess, held together by prayer alone at the altar he worshipped so reverently - theirs — their love, their passion, their unbridled blazing hearts that had morphed together somewhere along the way, or perhaps in lifetimes before this one.

This love, the one that gushed so unabashedly, was the reason Bucky was able to stomach the sight of Gale between his baby’s legs, or the way Curt sucked on his fingers while Gale fucked all of his courtroom rage out of him, his pretty blue eyes in the back of his head.

Whatever they did with Gale was an extension of their love, yes, but it would never get between it.

Could never harm it.

Bucky caressed his parted thighs but didn’t dare to touch Curt’s cock that leaked sweet little milky white droplets down his smooth shaft, a sight to behold since so much was typically impossible without a belly full of Bucky’s cum. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Getting yourself all messy.” He whispered.

Curt was aroused beyond reason — every one of his milder kinks (amongst many others that wouldn’t be appropriate beneath the blue sky) were being fulfilled. Bucky’s eyes on him, sweet little words muttered in praise and adoration.

The sun on his shoulders, the sea breeze sending shivers down his spine.

His bent legs spread wider until he was sat between them, his ass plopped onto the beach blanket which he ground himself into. “Look’it what you done to me, daddy.” His voice was low and rasped through breathy gasps and moans, “I want your big cock in me so bad.” He chomped his teeth at Bucky, proving to be all bark and no bite.

Bucky hummed, ignoring the rumble of thunder that hung above their heads, and his cock that stiffened so much his Speedo struggled to conceal it. “Not here, honey.” He adjusted his sunglasses to sit perfectly nestled in his brown curls, his usually loose waves tightened and accentuated from the saltwater still in it from that morning. “Laws still exist in Italy, you know. I looked it up.” He had no reason to study European law, but for this, he did a little research.

“But —“ Curt whined, his palms flat against his thighs as he rode the plug like he would Bucky, feeling the intensity of the vibrations kick up a notch when Bucky flicked a little green bug off his phone screen, the notch set to its maximum which they’d never done before. Especially not after sitting on a three for so long.

Curt hardly knew what to do with himself, the fire in his loins growing and growing, just like the storm cloud that hung above their heads. “Too much — I can’t —“ he panted, scrambling to reach between his legs and get rid of it but Bucky abruptly stopped him.

“Ah, ah.” Bucky tsked, “Don’t you dare.” He pressed gentle kisses over Curt’s knuckles that held onto him like a lifeline, tight white and shaking.

“Please,” Curt whined, looking between his legs and down at his own cock that had yet to reach its climax but continued to trickle with a steady stream of excitement and arousal, toes curling as he squealed.

“You gonna come?” Bucky sat up, then. He thought maybe he was going to witness history — Curtis Biddick making himself come without being pumped full of it first. “Oh, honey. You’re so close. I can see it. Fucking look at you.” Scrunched nose, back arched, nails digging into his own thighs. “Make a mess, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

Curt huffed and puffed, their umbrella swaying in the wind and a drizzle of rain peppering his warm shoulders. “I’m g’na come.” He said through rapid huffs of breath.

“Give it to daddy, baby. C’mon.” Bucky was doing that sexy little thing he’d do. He’d pout his lips and mutter filthy encouragement through a clenched jaw. He grabbed Curt’s cheeks and severed their gaze, instead redirecting his attention down to his own cock. “Watch with me.”

Curt was wailing, watching his body react instinctively to everything happening to it but the closer he crept, the lighter he felt the vibrations becoming until they were gone completely.

And then came the torrential downpour.

“What happened?” Bucky asked once Curt began cursing, pulling his hands away from their restrictions in Bucky’s grasp to pump himself but there was hardly any hope in it.

“It fucking died!” Curt was angry.

He pulled the thing out of him and tossed it harshly into their beach bag, pulling on his so very American swim trunks and his Blink-182 tshirt. “Fucking bullshit goddamn technology, Bucky! I could make a better fucking goddamn fucking thing than that — fuck!” Curt was still panting but every other sensation he felt only a moment ago had been so abruptly ripped away from him.

“Well do it, then.” Bucky grumbled, sitting up and gathering their things as the storm raged on and Curtis stood with his arms folded, clearly pouting and being no help at all. “If you’re so fucking disappointed. It’s your job to charge it, Curt. It’s going in your ass, after all.”

Bucky rummaged for the keys to their rental car, soaked by the rain but still looking so rideable despite Curt’s suddenly horrendous attitude. “But you’re the one that fucks the battery!” He waved his arms, “With your fucking bullshit!”

Curt was left there, standing in the rain while Bucky made a beeline for their big Audi SUV that was similar in size to Bucky’s Range Rover, but he’d made several comments about maybe thinking about switching to something a bit more like this back home. “If you’re going to drain the battery, I’m just fuckin’ sayin’ you should also be held accountable for chargin’ it, too.” His voice followed behind, catching up eventually.

Bucky had opened the passenger door for Curt to get in before he even made it back over to the car, hoping he’d curl up for a nap and fall asleep before Bucky was done loading up the car again.

He couldn’t be so lucky.

“You still runnin’ your mouth?” Bucky furrowed his brows, shaking sand out of their beach blanket before folding it neatly.

“Yes!” Curt whined, wanting to fucking cry. Bucky wasn’t hearing him — he wasn’t understanding. He was so, so fucking close. He felt the butterflies wake up in his belly, his heart hammered in his chest, his legs felt like they’d turned to goo.

And then nothing.

“You aren’t listenin’ to me!”

Bucky closed the trunk before he sauntered to Curt, his neck craned downward to look at him. “Bend over.” He pointed to the passenger seat, voice stern but steady.

Sharp, but buttery smooth around the edges.

Curt stuttered for a moment, “I — Bucky,” but suddenly realized it would be his pleasure to do just that.

A silence settled between them as they stood in the rain, their narrowed gazes in a standoff until Curt backed down and draped himself over the leather interior, his trunks pulled roughly below the plump curve of his ass that fucking jiggled when he spread his legs a little, perking his ass out for Bucky to spank.

“Make it a good one.” Curt quipped, his tone almost bordering mockery. “Or it’d be a shame you bent me over at all.”

Bucky had been a little pissed off by that one, but knew whole heartedly that had been the exact point — Curt knew what he was doing.

The buttons to push.

The buttons he licked with his tongue and bit with his canines until he drew blood.

The buttons he knew all too well.

A loud and heavy handed crack left a vivid and splotchy pink handprint over the delicious and a little bit sunburnt strawberry milky white skin of Curt’s right cheek, his knuckles bitten as he whined.

“I want an apology, Curtis.” Bucky bent over his body, nipping at his ear. “Not fair to take your frustration out on me, is it?”

Curt rolled his eyes, grinning into the leather of the seat beneath him as they replaced the new car smell with their own. “Fuck you.” He mumbled, going to sit up again until a hand forced him back down.

“What was that?” Bucky shoved Curt’s stance wider with his knee, feeling a hand back again to spank Curt’s left cheek that time. He hardly tensed up at it, seeming to melt under each crack against his skin.

What am I gonna do with you, Biddick?

“Hm?”

Curt wasn’t so tough eventually. All it took was three more good whips of skin against skin before he was back to begging for it. “Just let me sit on it while you drive.” He begged, clearly unaware how unrealistic and — even moreso— unsafe that sounded.

They had a schedule that day that allowed little wiggle room and Bucky had warned Curtis of this plenty before they made the reservations that they did.

We’ll have no time to play in between, Curtie. You realize that, right?

Curt nodded his head, encouraging Bucky to confirm their reservations.

I’m not an animal, Bucky. I can control myself. Jesus.

Lie.

“C’mon. We can make it work. Please.”

Bucky checked his watch and shook his head. “We have the tour you wanted to do in an hour, Curtis.” He pulled Curt’s trunks up and manhandled him into his seat despite his resistance. “And we’re not going to be fucking late because of your bullshit.”

He closed Curt’s door and made way around the vehicle to his own where he hopped in and turned over the engine, blasting the AC against their warm skin as O Mio Bambino Care droned through the speakers.

“I’m sorry.” Curt whispered, leaning over the middle console and pressing kisses to Bucky’s bicep and shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said — I — I was havin’ an outburst.”

Those happened often.

Curt was simply a hothead, too used to acting out on his first instinct, which was always anger.

Gale was helping him work through this, but wasn’t always around to be the mediator.

Bucky wasn’t going to let him hide behind that excuse forever, though. “No, you weren’t.” He mumbled. “You were being shitty just to be shitty.” He rolled a window down and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t come either, you know.” He looked toward Curtis again. “You don’t hear me crying about it.”

Curt scrambled in his seat, crawling into Bucky’s and subsequently falling into his lap, his back smashing against the horn but he didn’t give a fuck. At the very least, it made Bucky smile. “You’re right. I’m shitty. I was bein’ shitty just to be fuckin’ shitty. And I’m sorry.” He inhaled the smoke Bucky shared with him, their lips slotting together perfectly.

Bucky could never deny Curtis the satisfaction of an accepted apology — this wasn’t a real fight. It was nothing of the sort.

It was a squabble, yes, but in the end, it wouldn’t make or break anything.

Except a few of Bucky’s fragile nerves.

“Still doesn’t mean I’m gonna fuck you, honey.” Bucky smirked, cigarette between his teeth. “C’mon, back in your spot. We gotta get goin’.”

#💌 #yoyo writes #I love these two #curtbucky #this one is so long #masters of the air

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, Chapter 14

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“Eds?” You asked softly, walking into the bedroom.

Wayne had just came to pick Madison up, leaving the two of you alone to finish packing things back up before you headed back for the bus.  He was folding his clean laundry and tucking them back into his bag as he looked up at you standing in the doorway.  You needed to tell him before you left.  He needed to know.  This time, he was the first person you were telling.  You kept the test a secret from Sam and Steve until they left the apartment and then you flopped down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, staring down at the tiny plastic strip in disbelief. 

“What’s up?” He asked.  When he looked at you, he could see that there was something wrong and his heart sank, “Hey…what’s wrong?”

“Uh…” you shifted nervously and pulled the test out from behind your back, “I’m just going to say it.  The test is positive.”

“What?” His eyes widened as he looked over at you, “How? I thought you started?”

“Yeah, me too…but Sam brought up a very interesting point and so I took it and…it’s positive.” You swallowed harshly, “I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?” He asked as he walked over to you.

“Like where…how do I get to a doctor if we’re going back out on the road? I know it’s super early but like…I need to see a doctor.  I need to see all kinds of shit and I just…don’t know where to turn.”

“There’s a clinic in town.  Stacy used it when she was pregnant.” Eddie cupped your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m just shocked,” you shrugged, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he had a small smile on his face as he looked down at you, “I’m more than okay…I’m happy.”

“I’ve got to make some travel arrangements.” You sighed, “I can always catch a plane out to the next location and get back on the bus that way, I guess? I don’t know.  I want to get the kid checked out, though.  Make sure everything’s okay…I shouldn’t be too far behind you guys if I still travel in the RV-“

“Wait,” Eddie cut you off, “I’m going with you.”

“Eddie, you’ve got to be on time for the concert.”

“And it’ll be fine.  You’re not going to that doctor’s appointment alone.  I never missed any with Stacy and I’m not going to miss any with this kid, either.” Eddie shrugged, “If I miss one appointment, it’ll be over my cold dead body.”

“Eddie-“

“That’s enough,” Eddie covered your mouth with his hand and shook his head, “I told you, I’m not as big of a deadbeat as Stacy makes me out to be.  I’m trying with Madison and I’m going to try my hardest with this kid, too.  I’ve got you.”

He replaced his fingers with a kiss to your lips and then took the test from you, a small grin splayed across his face as he looked down at it and then back up at you.

“Can I keep it?” He chewed on his bottom lip.

“You want to keep the stick that I peed on?” You wrinkled your nose.

“Yep,” he nodded, “I have the positive test from Madison, too.”

“Keep it, you little goblin.” You laughed.

You watched as he went over to his closet and pulled a box out from his top shelf.  It was labeled “Madison” on top with hearts and various drawings.  He carried it over to the bed and sat it down, opening the top of it.  Inside was sonograms, a tiny newborn hat, what looked like hospital bracelets, a neatly folded blanket, and a photo album.

“We’ll make the kid one if it’s own, but for now…this is the safest spot for it.” He said as he looked over at you, “Fireproof and everything…I wasn’t there for a lot of her baby years because I was working trying to support two addicts and a baby…and I missed everything with her.  First words, first steps…shit I’ll never get back, ya know? I have this, at least.”

You opened the photo album and smiled at the first photo.  It was a bit blurry but Madison’s tiny naked body laying on Stacy’s chest was evident.  A birth photo.  She even looked like Eddie fresh out the womb. 

Eddie moved a bit closer to you, fingers flipping through the album to find a certain photo.  He spread the book wider and laughed when you audibly gushed over the photo.  She was older, had to have been a year old by then, and had a bandana wrapped around her head that matched Eddie’s who was sitting behind her.  They were both holding up devil horns and had their tongues sticking out of their mouths as they stared at the camera. 

“That’s my favorite photo of her,” Eddie said as he rested his head against your shoulder, “My little hellraiser."

"She’s so fuckin’ cute,” you smiled, “She looks just like you.”

“There you go again, cursing the child.” Eddie snorted. 

You closed the book and sat it back in the box before you flopped backwards on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.  Eddie laid beside of you, turning his head to watch you.  He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, causing you to smile and turn to look at him.

“You’re still going to do the job, right?” Eddie asked, “You’re not going to quit?”

“No, I’m not going to quit.  The tour is only a few more weeks longer, so I should be fine.” You nodded, “Might not take another band up after, though…this tour might be my last, Eds.”

“Just be our permanent manager,” Eddie snorted, “The kids can tour with us for a few years.” 

“I don’t think I want to do this for the rest of my career life,” you shrugged, “Not now, especially.”

“What do you want to do next?” He asked as he threaded your fingers together.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged slightly, “I just want to be happy.”                 The next morning, you and Eddie were up bright and early.  The previous night, Eddie had dropped by the bus to tell Jeff and Freak what was happening and that the two of you would be playing catch up as soon as the appointment was over with.  He said Gareth was nowhere to be found but the guys were excited for the two of you. You were nervous as you filled out the paperwork.  Planned Parenthood wasn’t as scary as it was made out to be and in that moment, you were thankful for its existence.  You felt Eddie’s hand on your shaky thigh, squeezing gently to try and calm you down.  He had been extra handsy, which you didn’t mind at all.  It was comforting.  He was comforting.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” The nurse called from the open door, holding it up for you two to walk through.

You were checked in and all of your vitals were taken and then you were set up on the table. After you were undressed from the waist down with the thin sheet over your legs, Eddie pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and looked up at you, his fingers threading through yours.

“Is this really happening?” You asked him, still in slight shock, “Are we really here?”

“We are,” he laughed softly as his fingers threaded through your hair, “You okay?”

“Freaking out a little bit,” you laughed.

There was a loud knock on the door and you took a deep breath as the doctor walked in with a warm smile.  She introduced herself and asked you a few questions.  She walked you through what was going to happen – the way she was going to complete the sonogram.  Everything seemed a blur, like it wasn’t happening.  You kept telling yourself that this wasn’t real – there was no way. 

But as soon as the black and white image popped up on the screen…all the loud noises went away.  The scary thoughts, the overwhelming urge to just run…it all disappeared.  There was a teeny tiny blob in the center of the screen and the doctor laughed softly.

“I’d say you’re just at 5 weeks along,” The doctor nodded, “Very early.”

“Well…pregnancy has always been a big fear of mine,” you said softly, “Guess that’s why I was so skeptical.”

She pressed a button and the loud thump thump thump filled the room and silent tears filled your eyes.  You felt Eddie’s hand tighten around yours and you turned to see him staring at the screen as mesmerized as you were. 

"Everything looks great,” The doctor smiled, “Strong heartbeat for this stage of pregnancy.”

“So the baby is okay?” You glanced down at her, “It’s going to be okay?”

“We can never give a guarantee, ya know? The fetus is measuring healthy and according to your chart, and your last period, it’s measuring perfect time.  Are you a first time mom?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this your first kid?” She glanced between the two of you.

“Our first kid together, but I have another daughter.” Eddie nodded, “First pregnancy I’m going to get to be around for everything, though.”

You didn’t know why it stung, but it did.  It was a little selfish.  You had no claim to Madison, but you loved her to death.  The fact that you’d never be able to call her yours was what stung the most.  Even though you just met her, you felt the maternal pull towards the two year old.  Stacy sure as fuck never had the maternal instincts by the sound of it.

“Then these nerves are to be predicted.  Your baby looks fine and you’re going to be fine.” She patted your thigh as she pulled the doppler out of you, “I’ll leave you to get cleaned up and dressed and we’ll discuss due dates, yeah?”

Once the door was shut, Eddie helped you slide your pants on once you had wiped yourself clean.  He stood in between your legs and wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head against his chest and closed your eyes.

“Can’t believe this is real,” you said with a soft smile, “We’re going to be parents.”

“We are,” he gave you a small smile as he rubbed your back, “Madison is going to flip.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone just yet…I’ve heard miscarriages are common in the first trimester.  I don’t want to tell everyone that we’re pregnant and then something happen.” You frowned, “Ya know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “That’s understandable, I guess.”

“I love you, Eddie.”

“Love you more,” He whispered, fingers rubbing up and down the center of your back.

                The two of you made quick work of getting back to the band.  The RV was able to get caught up within under 5 hours and you were all there on time for Eddie to make the soundcheck.  The ride was quiet for the most part.  Eddie caught up on sleep and you spent most of the ride going over your notes and charges.  The next three weeks were busy with back to back shows and a few signings.  They had their first meet and greet tonight before the show.  Sam had woke up from her nap and turned to stare at you for a few minutes before you recognized her.

“So…you’re pregnant?” She grinned.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “I am.”

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit.” You said in agreeance.

“Holy shit!” she laughed.

“I know holy shit!” you said back with a matched energy.

“There’s going to be a little you.”

“We don’t know that yet.  Won’t find out for a few weeks.”  You shrugged, “We’re not really telling anyone because of how early I am…don’t want to risk something happening.”

“That’s understandable,” she nodded.  She was quiet for a minute before she broke out in a giggle and repeated her “Holy shit!” all over again.

“So what’s going on with Steve?” You asked, a small smile spreading across your lips.

“I don’t know,” she sighed as she moved to lay on her back, “He’s…amazing…and he said if I ever came back to Hawkins to come see him.”

“He likes you,” you grinned playfully, “And I think you like him.”

“I do,” she pouted, “What the fuck is up with this tour, Y/N? We’ve never had this happen and I’ve been on plenty of tours with you.”

“Indiana boys will do it to you, I guess.” You sighed as Eddie walked into the front of the bus. 

His hair was wild and the pajama pants he was wearing were slung low on his hips.  He squinted at the two of you before rubbing his eyes and groaning, stretching his long body out before he turned and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Sam laughed.

“Kiss my ass,” he grumbled, causing the two of you to laugh even harder.

“How far out are we?” Eddie frowned.

“Just an hour or two.  We’ll be there in time to make sound check and for you to attend the meet and greet.” You nodded, “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“I’m exhausted,” Eddie yawned, “Madison wore me out this weekend.”

He sat in the booth next to you, looking down at all the paperwork and then over to you.  You placed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder before you went back to adding up all the cost from the last two shows.  He rested his head against yours and sighed softly.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned.

“Not looking forward to seeing Gareth,” Eddie snorted, “The fact he didn’t bother me while we were at home says he’s still mad.”

“I’m sorry I pissed him off,” you said, looping your arm through his, “But I didn’t want Mads to see that.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize.  He does this, ya know? Gets clean and is a decent guy and then gets strung out all over again.”

“I don’t want to come in between the two of you.” You said, “But I also want the best for you…and he’s not the best.”

“I get what you’re saying,” Eddie nodded, “We just got to see if we can get him to sober up.”

You placed another kiss to his shoulder as he sipped his coffee and then turned back to your work.  The rest of the drive went over quickly and you were soon being ushered into the back stage doors.  The crowd had already formed and the girls were shrieking at the sight of Eddie as you were whisked through the crowd with him.   When everyone was inside and the door was secured, you all made your way back to the dressing rooms.  The guys were all standing outside of their respective rooms, chatting and talking when Gareth noticed you two walking up first.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” Gareth glanced between the two of you.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Y/N had a doctors appointment.” Eddie shrugged.

“Oh, just like you to skip out of practice over some bitch.” Gareth muttered to where he didn’t think anyone heard it, but Eddie picked up on it.

Before anyone could think or try to stop him, Eddie was slamming him up against the wall by his throat.  The commotion caused everyone to stop and stare at the crowd of you and you tried to get Eddie to let him go as Gareth struggled in his grasp.

“I’m only going to tell you this once,” Eddie’s voice was low, “I don’t know what your issue is lately but you either get over it or you get out.  You need some fuckin’ help because that coke is going to get you in trouble real fuckin’ quick, Gareth.”

“Fuck you!” Gareth tried to wrangle himself free of Eddie’s strong grip.

“I think you’re forgetting that this is my band – I started it and I’ll fuckin’ end it if I need to.” Eddie said, finally dropping him and stepping back, “Whatever your problem is, fuckin’ fix it before I fix it for you.”

“My problem is you!” Gareth shouted.

“Me?” Eddie laughed as he stared at him, but it was apparent he found nothing funny.

“Yes, you.  We go out on this tour – our first tour, expecting to have fun and yet you’re allowing some cunt to keep you all wound up tight.  We’re allowed to party, we’re allowed to have fun.  It doesn’t always have to be work and no play.” Gareth shrugged.

“You gotta grow the fuck up, man.” Eddie snorted, “The difference between me and you is that this is a job for me.  I’m not here to play and party, I’ve got a fuckin’ family to support-“

“The family don’t even exist and a daughter that doesn’t know you.” Gareth snorted.

“That’s enough!” Jeff stepped in between them, but it was no use.  Eddie was pissed off and it was evident in the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. 

“Fuck you,” Eddie pointed his finger in his face as he walked closer, “I regret ever asking you to join this band.”

“You get some new bitch and try to act like you’re better than everyone because you’re not using anymore." Gareth threw his hands up in the air, “You’re a fucking joke.”

“I’m a joke?” Eddie laughed and nodded, “You’re the fucking joke.  Can’t even make it five goddamned weeks sober, Gareth.  I told you once to stop talking about her like that and I fucking meant it.  The end of this tour? You’re done with the band.  Drummers are fucking replaceable.  I could walk out and find a fan to fill in for you tonight.  You don’t mean shit to this band or me anymore.”

“Fine.” Gareth threw his drum sticks at Eddie and then held up two middle fingers, “Replace me, bitch.”

One thing Eddie Munson didn’t take kindly to was being called a bitch and it was evident in the fact that it took all three of you to restrain him from chasing after Gareth who was walking away down.  The glare he was giving him was enough to kill if looks had the ability.  You hadn’t seen him this mad before.  His nostrils were flared and he was basically seething. 

“Hey, hey,” you said in a calming voice, turning his head to face him, “Calm down.  It’s okay.”

“That’s supposed to be my best fucking friend,” Eddie huffed, “It’s not okay.  He needs help, Y/N.  I don’t know how to get it to him.”

“He’s got to want it for himself, Eds.” You said, keeping his focus on you, “You know that for yourself.”

“This fuckin’ hurts,” he shook his head, breaking free of the three of yours grasp, “He’s better than this shit, man.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Rockstar!Eddie Munson #Anywhere But Here #Stranger Things #Stranger Things aU #Eddie Munson AU #thefreakymunson #anywhere but here

[borderline-gays-club]

02/05/24. 12:27 am

So…let’s talk abt BPD and money.

I’m broke right now. Like broke as shit. My mom’s been helping me pay rent that last few months. My debt is unmanageable etc etc

And I’ve been thinking abt bankruptcy the past year or so…

And this whole time I was like it’s too expensive, it’s gonna take years to do blah blah. Basically thinking it’s too much work/I just can’t afford it.

TURNS OUT!!! It costs $1400, I need to pay $150 upfront to get the case started, shud only take 4 months to complete, and then I show up for a 3 minute zoom call court date…

Like lmfao..

I literally thought I had to pay 2k plus upfront and that it wud take at least 1 year if I’m lucky. And u kno why I thot that ??? Bc one google search said that and I was like nope can’t do it case closed.

But these past few months have been especially rough and paying off my debt just is impossible right now. So I looked into it again…and I was dumbfounded. And the time I researched ppls personal experiences and I actually called a lawyer who answered all my questions. I just needed to call a lawyer this whole time….like…

Anyway there’s a lot of factors involved in this as to why I accumulated so much debt, and then just completely brushing off a VERY possible and even easy solution..but I realized BPD is another factor of my financial problems!!

Cus I kno abt adhd tax but BPD tax?? Never heard of her!! But god damn she might b worse than adhd tax!!

If we really wanna get into it…BPD tax is me still having shit jobs bc that bitch convinced me that getting a masters was a bad idea (when I cudve done it for free in a field I actually liked..) and now here I am scrambling to stay afloat. But let me not get too into THAT one.

Anyway going back to this debt shit, I really do get tunnel vision with things aka black and white thinking, catastrophizing etc. like that initial Google search cudve easily lead to a phone call with a lawyer to get the info but no I ended it there. I was like nope it’s impossible bye see u never. It only took me to get myself into a pretty fucked situation to reconsider.

Anywayyyyy just always fuckin laughing at myself bc WAT THE FUCK!!! Like the fact that I’m still alive is still amazing to me everyday !!! But for some reason I have an IMMENSE will to live and I stg I have ancestors watching out for me really making sure i don’t die 😂😂😂

So ya anyway abt to clear out my 10k of credit card debt 😘💅🏻💅🏻

#actually bpd #bgc #bpd #bpd thoughts #quiet borderline #actually borderline #bpd shit #debt

[sunflowergirl522]

Yours Truly 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5153

Warnings: Toxic ex shows up, name calling, slight stalking

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You and Bucky have gotten really close in the last month of knowing each other. There’s a lot more physical contact now that you’re used to one another as well. What started as little taps on shoulders when passing each other in the kitchen or only grabbing each other’s hands when in a crowded place so the other doesn’t get lost turned into gentle shoulder caresses as Bucky reaches above you to get a dish and you grabbing his metal hand every chance you get enjoying the odd warmth it provides your own. You’ve finished all of Bob’s Burgers and started Psych. You watch it together on your days off now too instead of just at night while you eat dinner. You throw your legs over his own and his hands rest on your calves sometimes massaging them while you both relax on the couch. 

Your ducks have slowly been taking over the apartment as well as a few succulents you’ve gotten and picture frames filled with pictures of you and your friends including some of Sam, you had to fight Bucky for those pictures. You also make sure to take pictures with Bucky every time the two of you are out so you can fill frames with the two of you as well. You’ve even gotten a few more little pieces of furniture to help fill up all the space there was before. 

Bucky was loving the changes you made to his once plain apartment that he never cared if he was in or not. He loved seeing little pieces and reminders of you all over the place. It made him want to come home after he closes his shop instead of staying late like he used to do. You made the apartment feel less like just a place to sleep and more of a home. Last time Sam was over he said it was like waking into a completely different place. He could only imagine what you could do with a bigger space like a house. Each time he tries, all he wants to do is get one so he can find out. 

He’s quickly learning that he would do anything for you. You mention going thrifting or to Target? He’s grabbing his car keys and telling you to put your shoes on. You bring up wanting to make a certain meal? He’s asking you what ingredients you need and going to pick the ones you don’t have up at the store. He can tell you’re having a bad or stressful day? He’s calling Kate to come over with Yelena to help make it a little better. He keeps your favorite snack food stocked up so you never go without it and he left a pen holder and a notebook on the counter in the kitchen so you don’t run around searching for something to use when you need to write down a new recipe or when you decide to write a letter. 

“Hey Buck?” 

“Yeah?” He leans out of the bathroom, his toothbrush halfway in his mouth. You’re standing near the now seemingly too small dinner table since so many people are over so often now and typing on your phone.

“Does the apartment complex allow pets?” 

“I think so. Why?” He pops back into the room to finish brushing his teeth before he continues the conversation with you. 

“We should get a cat. One of Yelena's long term clients cats had kittens and they’re trying to find homes for them.”

“I’m not really an animal person doll.” 

“Oh.” He watches the disappointment fill your face as you look down at your feet. He walks up to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb and index finger. 

“I’ll tell you what if they still need to find a home for one of them in a couple weeks we’ll take one okay?” 

“Really?”

“Really.” You let out a squeal before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug. “I’ll check to make sure pets are allowed today so don’t get your hopes up yet.” 

“Of course not, they’re way down here.” You reach your hand down to the ground and Bucky chuckles at you. 

“Alright doll, I’ll see you later.”

“See ya Buck.” You wave to him as he heads out of the apartment before doing a little happy dance about probably getting a cat and call Yelena to tell her to let her client know you could pick one up in two weeks. Bucky doesn’t need to know if you rig it right?

Your good mood immediately turns sour however when your phone starts ringing. As soon as you see the name ‘❌Billy❌’ flash on the screen you throw your phone and jump back from it. Why was your ex calling you? What could he possibly want from you almost two months from the break up? It doesn’t matter you wouldn’t answer him and he’ll never call again and that would be that. 

At least that’s what you thought. But a week later and he’s still calling he started sending texts after the first couple days of you not picking up. At first they were messages begging you to talk to him and saying that he missed you and how sorry he was and that he still loved you. But after you left him on read so many times he started to get mean about you not answering. You had told Kate and Yelena immediately about it after that first call and as it got worse they got more furious. Yelena continued to ask you if you wanted her to do something about it and Kate was already plotting his murder. You just wanted him to go away and leave you alone. You sent him one text ‘Billy, Leave me the hell alone we’re done. Y/n Y/l/n’ before you blocked his number and hoped he’d get the hint. 

Bucky could tell something was bothering you. You were way more stressed out than he’s ever seen you but every time he asked about it you just told him it was nothing, you didn’t want to bother him with it. Even him calling Yelena and Kate didn’t seem to help. So he wasn’t that shocked when he woke up in the middle of the night and found you baking when he went to get some water. 

“Doll?” You jump at the sound of his voice. 

“Bucky? I’m so sorry did I wake you up?” You’d been trying to be quiet, cringing whenever a pan would clang into another or when the oven preheated. You were even going to use your phone as the timer so you didn’t have to use the ovens and possibly wake him up. Bucky walks over to you until he’s right in your space and stops you from stirring the brownie mixture any more. 

“You’re stress baking.” 

“Oh this? No, I just woke up craving them and decided to make some.” 

“Then what’s with the batch of cookies on the cooling rack.” Honestly you had forgotten about those. 

“Okay maybe it’s a little bit of stress baking. But I’m fine, don't worry about it.” He just stands there and looks at you while not letting go of his gentle hold of your wrist. “Really Buck I’m okay.” He raises an eyebrow at you and tilts his head. “Okay maybe I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head and go back to mixing. “Alright how bout I stay here and just keep you company then?” You nod and send a smile his way as he situates himself against the counter next to you. A beat of silence passes by before you blurt it out. 

“My ex has been trying to talk to me.”

“What?” His head whips toward you at your words. 

“It started with phone calls and then turned into text messages. I already blocked him on everything else but I finally blocked his number so he shouldn’t be able to try again. But the whole situation has me really stressed out.”

“What’s he been saying?”

“Oh you know the regular manipulation tactics, oh baby I miss you, I’m so sorry, it’ll never happen again, it was a mistake, you dumb bitch answer my fucking texts.” You’re eerily calm as you quote him and pour the batter into the pan while Bucky's hands are squeezing into fists. 

“I’m guessing it didn’t end on good terms then.” A cynical chuckle leaves your mouth. 

“Unless you think cheating on me with my previous roommate is ending well, no it didn’t. That’s fine though, he was a dick anyway. It was just easier to see that once he betrayed me.”

“Come here.” Bucky grabs onto your hand once you set the timer for the brownies and starts to pull you to the bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” You ask as he starts to search through drawers. 

“We’re gonna do something that always cheers my sister up when she’s upset. Hopefully it helps you.” You laugh as he pulls out two different peel off face mask containers. 

“Bucky, I didn’t take you as the kind of guy to do face masks.”

“They’re for when my sister visits.” He smiles at you before patting the counter. “Sit. Which one do you want?”

“Pomegranate.” You hop up onto the counter and watch him put the charcoal one away while getting an applicator tool out. He nudges your knees apart and takes his spot in between them. 

“Do you want to do mine first or me to do yours?” You tap your finger on your chin and hum in thought. 

“You do mine first. God, it’s been forever since I’ve done a face mask.” You smile at him as he starts to apply it on you. “You look so serious right now.”

“This is serious stuff.” 

When it’s your turn to do his he places his hands on either side of you and leans forward. You’re already feeling so much better and your stomach does flips at how much care seems to be in Bucky's eyes as he looks at you. While you focus on applying his face mask he switches from looking at your eyes to glancing at your lips. His hands grip the end of the counter almost painfully so he doesn’t wrap them around the sides of your waist. 

“All done!” You put everything down before returning your hands to his shoulders. “How long do we wait?”

“Twenty minutes I think.” 

“The brownies will be done before we are.”

When the brownies do go off you almost don’t hear the beeping, being too deep into conversation with Bucky to pay attention to anything else. He was telling you stories of him and his sister growing up and how she’s going to school all the way across the country. Once the brownies are out and the sugar cookies you made earlier are put away it’s time to peel off the masks. The two of you return to the bathroom and Bucky picks you up and places you on the counter this time. Peeling the masks off is filled with laughter and soft words of encouragement when the other was worried about hurting whoever’s turn it was to get it peeled off. Bucky had successfully turned a stress filled night into a fun one where you both fell a little more in love with each other and you both fell asleep with smiles on your faces. 

The next morning you wake up feeling so much better than you have been. Bucky needs to stop being so nice and sweet to you or you’re gonna fall hard and fast for him. Not that you’re not currently in the process of falling for him, you know you are, but you have some sort of grip on the situation. If he keeps this up you fear you’ll lose it. 

Upon leaving your room you find a letter on the table. 

Doll,

What do you think of getting that cat early? When I get home we could go get the necessary supplies before going to pick her up. When you see this just let me know what you wanna do. Also we’re out of milk so I’ll pick some up on my way home.

Yours,

Bucky Barnes

You’re beaming at the fact of getting the cat, you’ve been bringing up how they still have one hoping he’d cave and not make you wait another week. You quickly pull out your phone and send him a response before calling Kate to see if she could pick you up. 

“Get in loser we’re going shopping!” Kate tells out the window as she pulls up outside of the apartment building. 

“Why do you say that every time except for when we’re actually going shopping?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs before driving again. “He finally caved?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure why though.” You turn to look fully at your friend. ”I told him about Billy last night.”

“Shhh if you say his name it’ll like summon him or something. But how did that go, I thought you weren’t gonna tell him?”

“I wasn’t but then he caught me stress baking and just stuck around to keep me company and I told him. He pulled me to the bathroom and we did face masks. And that surprisingly really helped.” 

“It’s not that surprising. You could be in the worst mood ever and if he even just smiled your way you’d cheer up.”

“I guess you have a point.”

“Oh, Yelena told me to give this to you. Apparently it’s all the info you need for the cat.” She pulls a post it note from her middle console and hands it to you. “And it’s gonna be super easy to get all the stuff in the car because I shoved all the toys and treats in the litter box and the food and litter are in one of the boxes from your move.”

“Oh dope it’ll only take us one trip then.”

“Also, I grabbed milk for you on my way to get you. Figured we could grab the cat stuff and then I can chill with you for a while.” She parks in their driveway and the two of you get out and grab the stuff that’s sitting right inside next to the door before she pulls out again. Neither of you pay attention to the car that pulls out of a parking spot the same time you do. 

A couple hours later, after some rounds of Uno and Kate stuffing her mouth with as many cookies as she can eat, she leaves ‘so you can shower and make yourself all pretty for lover boy’. You rolled your eyes at her words and locked the door behind her after giving her a hug. You stop in your room to get one of your towels before heading into Bucky’s bathroom. Right as you’re about to get into the perfectly tempered water someone starts to pound on the door of the apartment. You sigh before wrapping a towel around yourself and going to answer it thinking it was just Kate coming back because she left something.

“Kate, you’re back alrea- Billy?!”

It was a long day at the shop, Bucky’s neck was stiff, he was covered in oil, and he had to deal with a woman yelling at him about her car not being done even though it had only been fifteen minutes since she dropped it off. He’s so tired and all he wants to do is get home and see your smiling face while you vibrate with excitement about getting that damn cat. He wants to get a shower and tell you to get your cute ass in the car so the two of you can quickly pick the cat up before collapsing on the couch and watching Psych. The seething man in the doorway of his apartment makes him think none of that will happen though. He doesn’t hear much of the conversation when he exits the elevator down the hall but from what little he can hear he feels as though it’s safe to assume that this is the ex you told him about.

“I’ve tried being nice to you bitch but I’m done now. Open the door.”  Upon hearing him call you a bitch Bucky speeds up and before he knows it he’s pulling the man by the back of his shirt so he can stand in front of you and block the strangers view.

“Hey asshole, get away from my girl!” The words just slip out and he doesn’t even notice it at first.

“Your girl?” He leans over to look at you over Bucky’s shoulder. “Moved on already? You always were a little slut weren’t you?” Bucky just sees red as he swings and his fist lands on his nose. Your ex staggers back and Bucky slams the door in his face before turning around to face you. And when he does he freezes. 

“What are you wearing?” How had he not realized you were just in a towel before?

“I um, I was going to shower.” Your voice is timid and Bucky’s having a hard time focusing on it. His gaze keeps flickering from your bare legs to the top of the towel that’s having a difficult time staying rolled up. He can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to just gently tug on it and have it fall to the ground. He squeezes his eyes shut and balls his hands into fists to try to get the thought out of his head but when he opens them back up it seems to be even less rolled than before. He casts his eyes up to your face and finds you staring at the door and the look in your eye lets him know you’re in your head. 

“Doll.” He hesitantly reaches out and wraps the towel tighter around you while not breaking eye contact with you which effectively breaks you out of your daze. “You with me?” You nod slowly and he gives you a small smile. “How about you go shower and I’ll order some of your favorite takeout and then you can tell me about what just happened if you want to?” His voice is low and has lost the edge it had before and all you can do is nod again before walking towards the bathroom that still has the shower running. 

“Hey Buck,” you peek your head out right before you get in, “can I have some of your clothes to wear? They just make me feel safe.”

“Of course you can angel.” He quickly grabs a pair of sweats and a shirt before handing them to you through the door.

“Thanks Buck.” 

After Bucky orders the takeout he groans and slams his head on the table. Of course he had to turn into a goddamn hormonal teenager while you’re having a crisis. He can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel with him showing up and calling you names. And he doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what dating that asshole was like after the way he was just acting.

You spend an hour in the shower. Most of the time in there you spent trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Between Billy showing up at your door and demanding that you get back together with him and how Bucky swooped in to rescue you like a knight in shining armor, you had a lot to think about. You hadn’t even started washing your hair or anything until Bucky’s knuckles rapped on the door and he told you the food was delivered. When you exited the bathroom you found the food set up on the coffee table in the living room and Bucky coming out of your room in fresh clothes and wiping his face with a towel. 

“Hope you don’t mind I washed up a bit in your bathroom.”

“Of course I don’t. I told you, feel free to use it since I use yours so much.” You take your spot on the couch and Bucky follows after throwing the towel in the laundry nook. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after the two of you finish most of the food. You’re silent for a while and he assumes you don’t want to so he just places a comforting hand on your thigh before taking another bite. 

“I’m sure you’ve guessed already but that was Billy.” You don’t look at him but put your hand over his own. “He followed Kate and I here from her house. Apparently he figured I’d be over there sooner or later so he’s been staking the place out.” Your voice cracks but you keep going. “He said he waited in the parking lot till Kate was gone so she wouldn’t get in the way.” You don’t even realize you’ve started crying until Bucky’s pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears away. “I only opened the door because I thought Kate forgot something but then it was him and he was saying something about the towel but all I could really hear was the blood rushing in my ears. And then he started asking if we could get back together and when I said no he demanded it. He tried to shove his way in the apartment a few times. And then you got home. And God Buck I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t get home when you did.” Bucky crushes you to his chest and lets you sob. He doesn’t want to think about what could’ve happened; he's just glad that he got here before anything could’ve. “I’m not proud of dating him but he was so sweet in the beginning I never thought it’d end up like this.” You speak into his chest as you start to calm down. You sniffle a few times more before he gently pulls you back to look at him and places his hands on each side of your face. 

“Do you want to file a restraining order?” Bucky’s eyes search your own and you just nod your head in response. “Okay. I’ll close the shop tomorrow and we’ll go to the station first thing and then go get your cat alright? And then when we get home we can watch Psych all day.”

“No, Bucky, our cat.” 

“Alright, our cat.” You smile at each other before Bucky places a kiss on your forehead. 

You both spend the rest of that night watching Psych and then when you start to fall asleep on him Bucky carries you to bed. He was just going to leave but then you grabbed onto his arm before he could go and asked him to stay. So he did and it was the best sleep either of you have had in a while. He didn’t hate waking up with you nestled in his arms either. 

When you woke up he was gone and you frowned to yourself thinking he left after you fell asleep. Which is fine but you were hoping to wake up in his arms. You shrug it off anyway and stand stretching before heading towards the kitchen to make breakfast. You’re greeted with a shirtless Bucky flipping pancakes on the stove and you stop in your tracks as you watch the muscles in his back flex with each movement. 

“Morning doll. I didn’t wake you up when I got up this morning did I?” He turns around to slide the pancake onto a plate and spots you. 

“No, I just woke up. Did you stay all night?”

“Yeah, was that okay?”

“That’s great.” You beam before sitting on one of the stools at the island. “You know, I’m not used to other people cooking for me.”

“Not much cooking going on with boxed pancake mix.”

“It’s the same thing.” You wave a hand to dismiss the thought. 

“Eat up, then we’ll head to the station if you still want to file.” He looks at you quizzically while sliding a plate of pancakes and some syrup your way. 

“Okay that sounds good.” 

“I found the post-it with the info for the cat on it and messaged them. We’re good to pick it up this afternoon.” Bucky turns around to finish making his own pancakes while you start to eat yours. 

After breakfast and getting in some clean clothes, which for you consisted of shorts and another one of Bucky’s shirts, the two of you go down to the police station with Bucky’s hand gripping your thigh the whole way there. And the whole time inside the station he held your hand except for when you had to fill out the right forms for it. But then your hand was right back in his. He escorted you both in and out with his hand splayed on the small of your back and staying close to you. 

“You feeling any better?” He asks after you let out a breath and he starts his truck up again. 

“A little yeah. Thanks for this Buck.”

“Anytime doll, you know that.”

“Yeah.” You bite your lip and look out the window to try to hide just how big your smile is.

Bucky lets you DJ on the way to the Millers to get the cat. So the car ride is filled with you singing along to all your favorite songs and Bucky glancing at you when he can and smiling the whole trip. Bucky even starts to sing along to the songs he knows. You decide then and there that you need to go on a roadtrip with him. At the moment you want nothing more than to make a playlist with Bucky and get away for a while. That’s until he pulls up to the house though. Because then you’re jumping out of the car and bouncing in excitement at the front of his truck while you wait for Bucky to catch up with you. 

“You’re basically glowing doll.” Bucky brings you close to him as he speaks. 

“I’m excited. Now c'mon let’s go!” You grab one of the hands on your waist and pull him to the door. He chuckles and lets you lead him only taking charge when it comes to knocking on the door. The door opens to reveal a woman with a cat on her shoulder.

“James and Y/n?” 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Perfect! You can follow me, I’ll show you where we’ve been keeping her babies.” Mrs. Miller nods towards the cat in her arms while moving so the two of you can enter her house. “We’ve been keeping them in our spare room so they have room to run around. They’re about four weeks old now so we’ve started them on actual food. So far so good, it’s actually feeding time now.” She opens a door and steps over the small gate blocking all the white kittens from running out the door. The two of you follow her and watch as she scoops some food into bowls and how all the cats swarm them. “The two of you can sit here and get to know them so you can decide on who you’d like to take. The ones with ribbons around their necks are ones others have claimed but weren’t quite ready to take them home yet. I’ll come back to check on you in ten minutes or so.” 

“Thank you.” You make sure to say as she walks out, sending you a smile. You plop down onto the ground petting a few of the kittens that approach you.

“Alright, which one do you want?” Bucky crosses his arms while he admires the small relaxed smile on your face as you lean forward to wag your fingers at one of the kittens.

“I can’t just decide now, Buck. I have to find the one I vibe with the most.” Your mouth pulls down in a frown when something catches your eye after you speak. “Sit.” You pat the spot next to you and Bucky listens without even thinking about it. He only starts to double guess himself when he watches you pick up a meowing kitten that was trying to get through for some food. “Hold her.”

“What, doll I told you I’m not-” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’re placing the cat in his hands and walking towards the food. As he’s waiting for you to come back he realizes that this kitten is smaller than the others.

“I think she’s the runt of the litter.” You state as you sit next to him again with a handful of cat food. You offer your outstretched hand to the cat who timidly leans over Bucky’s own to eat it. Bucky’s heart melts at how you coo at the little thing that’s started to purr against the skin of his hand. And he officially falls in love with her when she takes a break from eating and stares up at him and meows. You see the moment it happens too and smile as he starts to scratch her behind her ears with his metal hand. The way his mouth parts a little in awe as she leans into it is one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen. The two of you are still huddled around her when Mrs. Miller comes back.

“How’re you kids doing- Oh! I think you’ve found your match. She’s a good pick too, a real sweetheart. We had to bottle feed her mainly because she had a hard time fighting with her siblings to get to mom. You two need anything for the road?”

“We should be good. Do we owe you anything?” You stand up and Bucky does too only after making sure the kitten is secure against his chest.

“No, we’re just glad they’re going to good homes.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Just make sure to give her all the love you can. I’m not too worried though she’ll be in good hands with a couple like you.” Neither you or Bucky correct her as you head back to the car wishing her a good rest of her day. 

“What do you wanna name her?” You ask after Bucky pulls over the second time to pull her from your lap so he can coo at her and nuzzle his nose against her fur.

“You can name her doll, it was your idea.”

“I want you to.” He hands her back to you and starts the car back up. It’s a handful of minutes before he answers you.

“Alpine.”

“Alpine?” Bucky nods in response. “That’s perfect. Welcome to the family Alpine.” You kiss her little head and Bucky can’t shake the goofy grin from his face for the rest of the night.

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Curiosity Part 2

Summary: Reader finally runs into Colby again but things quickly take a shocking turn.

TW/CW: Mafia/Vampire!Colby Brock x Reader, a man gets shot, Colby reveals his fangs, Reader is held at knife point.

Requested?: No

A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this one tbh.

Part 1

(Y/N)'s POV

I had spent the past week since my late-night adventure unable to stop replaying the encounter. Specifically everything about Colby. The man wouldn’t leave me alone, constantly being in my thoughts and dreams. Part of me wonders if by some miracle he was doing it on purpose. I attempt to shake my head clear as I enter the office building in which I work. I have said nothing about the night to anyone. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if it was actually real or just a weirdly vivid dream.

I trudge through the first half of my work day and when it’s finally time for lunch I make my way to the break room for my food. I avoid eye contact with anyone around and only speak when spoken to to not seem completely off my rocker. I plop back down at my desk to poke and nibble at my food but am soon lost in thought, staring at the small fan perched on the edge of my desk.

After I’m not sure how long, a hand breaks my eye contact with my fan making me drop my fork into my still mostly full bowl. I look up at my coworker and best friend with confusion written across my face.

She chuckles, “You good (Y/N/N)? You’ve been really off all week.”

I shove the thoughts of Mr. Mysterious out of my head and nod, “Yeah, just haven’t been sleeping well.”

She tilts her head, “Are you sure? Seems a bit more than sleep deprivation. Kind of feels like your mind is just somewhere else.” I shrug, knowing I’m caught but hoping to avoid explaining myself. She doesn’t seem to accept my answer as she pulls up a chair beside me. She pats my shoulder gently, “Do you wanna talk about it? You know it’ll stay between us.”

The problem here is I really do want to talk about it but I don’t want to worry anyone or sound crazy. I decide to dance around the bush, “I may have met a guy.”

She slaps my arm, “No way! Who? Do I know him? What’s he like?-”

I halt her barrage of questions by placing my hand over her mouth, “Shhhh! It’s not like I want the entire office to know!”

She composes herself before whispering, “Sorry, sorry. Go on.”

“Well, he’s the mysterious type. Talk, dark, and handsome ya know?” I explain. She nods, encouraging me to go on so I do, “I don’t know I just can’t get him out of my head.”

A grin stretches across her face, “Ohhhh fun. When are you seeing him again?”

I think for a moment before shrugging, “I’m not.”

“What do you mean you’re not?” She inquires in shock, “If you can’t get this man out of your head then you obviously need to see him again.”

“I don’t know… I just… Something just feels strange about it,” I stumble out.

“If you don’t see him again, I’ll never let you live it down,” she declares before noticing the clock shows lunchtime is over, “Welp, keep me updated.” She gets up from her chair and wanders off, grinning at me over her shoulder before disappearing behind the cubicles. I take my lunch back to the break room fridge, thoughts quickly slipping back to Colby.

Finally, the work day ends and I make my way back to my apartment. Even as I go about my evening routine and get ready for bed I can’t help but wonder if my friend was right. Maybe I should go see him.

Colby’s POV

Sitting here, deep in thought at the bar there’s only one thing on my mind, (Y/N). All week she has had me distracted. I don’t bother to look away from my glass as someone enters the room. The chair to my right slides out before being filled. Clearing his throat, Sam speaks up, “Whatcha thinkin’ about man?” My only response is a shrug. “It’s her isn’t it?” He inquires. Again, I simply shrug. Sam claps a hand on my shoulder, “I’m telling you, bro. She’ll find her way back.” He orders a drink before suggesting, “Or maybe you go looking for her?”

I shake my head, “Wouldn’t know where to start.”

“With this,” Sam replies, sliding a slip of paper in between me and my glass.

My eyes drift down out of curiosity and find a receipt for a gas station not too far from here. “Where’d you get this?” I ask as I scan over the purchased items.

“She dropped it on her way in,” Sam answers, “I figure maybe she frequents there and if so, maybe you can catch her.”

Jake stretches and sits up on the nearby couch, “Or you could always stalk her Instagram like I did.” My head snaps up as he shuffles over showing me his phone. There she is. Somehow this goofy fucker found her. I look up at him in confusion. He shrugs, “Figured there couldn’t be too many in the city by her name,” he takes the seat to my left, “I was wrong… but I finally found her while you were over here in your sulk fest.”

I take Jake’s phone from him and scroll through it briefly before handing it back to him. I take a deep breath looking up at the clock, it’s late but worth a shot. I down the rest of my drink before scooting away from the bar and exiting the building. I need to find her, there’s just something strange about her that I can’t let go of.

(Y/N)’s POV

I toss and turn for hours after going to bed. Finally, I toss the covers off of me as I decide to make a gas station run for snacks. I guess I’ll just follow my new routine of snacking all night while I stare zombie-like at the TV screen. Slipping into my sneakers and shrugging on a jacket, I make sure to grab my keys on the way out. The walk to the gas station is quick and soon I’m heading back to my warm, humble abode.

Since I got so many snacks and drinks this time, I decided to throw my hood up and take a shortcut through an alley way. However, I soon find that to be a terrible idea as a man steps out of the shadows in front of me. I look up half expecting it to be Colby or maybe even Sam but the man before me is nowhere near the oddly comforting duo. This man looks like he’s seen some shit and quickly spits out, “Drop your shit, cutie, and give me your wallet while you’re at it.” I attempt to sidestep him but he blocks my way and holds a knife to my throat.

Colby’s POV

During my wandering around the area surrounding the gas station, I began to get more and more disappointed. That is until I saw her. My heart skipped a beat and I a smile etched its way across my face. There she was. I followed close behind, too nervous to actually call out to her. What if she thought I was a creep for looking for her? To be fair, I guess I am a creep considering where I am now. I watched as she entered the gas station and after some time returned with several bags. I almost reached out to her then, I wanted to offer to carry her bags and escort her home. Still, I stayed in the shadows. Perhaps, if I had stepped out and helped her then she wouldn't have walked right into a man I knew was dangerous. He ran with the Red Gang. He was a lacky but I’d seen him out and about.

My stomach drops as I notice him pull a knife from his pocket before placing it to her throat to stop her from sidestepping him. I don’t think this time, only act. In a flash, I pin the man against the wall by his throat, baring my fangs at him. He immediately cowers before me, “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Brock. If I had known she was with you-“ His words halt as I squeeze tighter.

Behind me (Y/N) speaks up, “Colby, don’t. Let’s just go.”

I look down, concealing my fangs and eyes before looking over my shoulder at her, “You okay?” She nods. I look back at the man in my grasp and decide it’s better to not start a turf war right now. I release him and turn to (Y/N) offering my hand, “Let me carry some of those for you.”

(Y/N)’s POV

Gratefully I look down and begin untangling some bags to hand off to Colby. As I return my gaze to him I notice the stranger raise his knife and aim it at Colby's back. Before I can speak up to warn him, the stranger lies dead, a red dot on his forehead where the bullet entered to end his life. Colby looks up in the direction the dot is coming from with a disappointed look on his face. I follow his gaze and spot Jake who waves with a smile upon making eye contact with me. I look back at Colby with shock on my features. Colby doesn’t look at me, only clenches his jaw before commanding, “Get down here,” not directed at me but at Jake.

In the blink of an eye, Jake is at our side, “You know I’m not gonna let you waltz into enemy territory alone, Boss. Always gotcha back.”

Colby purses his lips into a scowl before removing all of the bags from my hands and shoving them at Jake, “Back to the bar.”

Before I can even take a breath, I am standing in the middle of the bar in which I had originally met Colby, unable to even think straight.

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Jealous Man

TW: Violence, Bad Language, Sex

The Characters of Scarlet and Heaven belong to @zablife and @call-sign-shark. @zablife's 2K spooky celebration has inspired me to do my own spooky collection of writing based on the seven deadly sins. This is my take on Envy. Sorry for the repost, it needed some editing.

Summary: Jack Nelson doesn't like the way Billy Grade has been looking at his wife.

“Do you consider yourself to be a jealous man, Mister Grade?” Jack asks softly. His voice is low and hypnotic, reverberating through Billy as he stares up at the man standing over him with a garrotte around his balls. “Not possessive? Not prone to bouts of passion?” Jack presses him as he maintains control of the sharp wire digging into Billy’s genitals. Billy, desperate and whimpering from the pain but unable to find words shook his head in the negative, praying to some higher power that the American would cease his torturous ministrations. Jack sighed at Billy’s response. “Then you’ve never been in love.” He stated reverently as he thought of Lilith. That took Billy by surprise. “You’ve been pining for someone, haven’t you Mister Grade?” Jack’s eyes bore coldly into Billy’s “Someone who isn’t yours.” Jack’s accent dripped with green possessiveness, the very prospect of Billy looking at Lilith, sending him into a fit of rage. Billy, victim to the dark expression on Jack’s features shook his head desperately, thinking only of making the pain stop.

“No. No. I don’t kno-.”

     “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me!” Jack snarled, twisting Billy’s wrist and relishing in the crunching sound as it snapped. “You know exactly who we’re discussing. How could ya not?”

     “Lili-”

     “Get her name out of your filthy fuckin’ mouth.” Jack scowled. He hated it. He fucking hated it. When he’d seen the traitor staring at Lilith all the damned way through that pointless black tie event his pathetic brother in law had conned him into attending, he’d made up his mind to end Mister Grade’s life for good.

     “She’s Mister Shelby’s sister. I would never.”

     “But you want her…. I saw the way you watched her.” Not that he could blame the man in front of him. His wife was stunning; she’d looked like a goddess in that form fitting black velvet gown she’d worn. And then she’d charmed all those stuck up aristocrats with that delectable dark humour and intelligence of hers. He’d been so fucking proud that she was his wife. He shouldn’t have been jealous of Grade looking at his wife. but he couldn’t help it. He was. The green rage clawed at his chest and ate away at his insides at the prospect of Grade somehow catching Lilith’s eye. The terror that Lilith would take her love away from him and lavish it on someone else made him inconsolable. And the only thing that could fix his mood was this.

     “I swear I won’t look at her ever again.” Billy pleaded, the whininess of his voice grated on Jack’s ears. What did Grade have to complain about? He’d brought this on himself. Did he actually think that Jack wanted to be here, doing this? Perhaps Mister Grade shoulda thought about that before he’d desired someone he shouldn’t have. “Just please,” Billy begged pathetically. “Please make it stop.” He foolishly places his good hand on Jack’s shoulder and Jack recoiled, pushing Billy away so he stumbled to the floor. Jack had been so consumed with his jealous outburst that he hadn’t heard the clicking of heels grow louder on the tiles as she approached. He didn’t smell her intoxicating scent of pomegranate and dark amber until she stood behind him. Billy’s eyes widened as he sighted Lilith before looking at the floor in fear for his life. He made quite the picture, naked and bloody and marinating in shame. Lilith didn’t even look at him. She was too busy looking at Jack. Perhaps she should have been surprised. But she wasn't. On the contrary, Scarlet had warned her this would happen. Her beloved sister had confided that she'd noticed her brother-in-law's behavior and sudden absences during and after social occasions....and Heaven had gleefully pointed out that there was always a gentleman, or two, who either went missing or never returned to the party....only to be found in unrecognizable chunks the following day. Lilith should have been appalled. But she was a Shelby....instead, Jack's psychotic protectiveness caused her heart to grow three sizes. He spun to see her and he didn’t need to ask how long she’d been there to know from her expression that she’d observed the better half of Billy’s inquisition. She thought it was adorable how she could make Jack look like a deer in headlights.

      “There’s no need for jealousy, Mister Nelson.” She reached for him and he came to her, snaking his arms around her cinched waist. She looked up at him. “Jealousy implies that you’ve not already claimed me.” She cupped his cheek. “Am I not now known as Mrs Nelson?” He closed his eyes at her question and smiled. 

     “Damn straight you are, pussycat.” He gazed into her onyx eyes, hypnotised. She was like magic. Powerful and wicked and everything he could have dreamed of. Lilith caressed her thumb over the scar on his lip. Jack leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand.

     “There’s no one but you, Jack.” She whispered to him and he melted against her. He pressed his forehead to hers, nudging his nose against hers in an affectionate Eskimo kiss. His gloved hand ran along her curves as he held her to him. “But,” She paused, licking her lips. “If this,” She gestured to Billy, still victim to the wire wrapped around his genitals. She felt herself growing wet at the thought that Jack, her Jack - the most dangerous man in the world - had done this for her. She rubbed her thighs together and leaned closer to her husband. “is what you need to do in order to reassure yourself.” She pecked his lips with her own. “Then have at it, my love.” She stepped away, leaving his embrace and taking with her the warmth he had been basking in. She looked at Billy, who stared up at her pleadingly as though she was some kind of angel of mercy.

Besides, coveting me is the least of your sins, little spy.

Billy’s eyes widened in terror as if he’d heard her thought and his whimpers of panic rose to an annoying volume once again. Lilith rolled her eyes and stepped away, moving along to sit further down on one of the benches until she’d found her perfect view. This was probably the best death Billy could wish for. Jack would only torture him out of his needless jealousy. He looked so beautiful, she thought, towering over the traitor and unleashing that monster he’d so often held back as of later. Tommy would torture Billy for his treachery…as well as for coveting Lilith. Really, this was the lesser of two evils. Billy howled in agony, the sound was bloodcurdling as his genitals were completely severed from him.

     “Thou shalt not covet another man’s wife,” Jack growled. “Look at her!” He commanded, grabbing Billy’s face and forcefully angling the traitor to look at Lilith. She stared at Jack, her breath quickening when his eyes locked with her in a predatory manner. The room was suddenly stifling as his lustful expression burned through her. “You can’t have her, Grade. You could never love her…. Not like I can.” Jack released Billy’s head and he fell to the floor, shaking and crying, his head impacting with the tiles beneath them. It seemed as if it would go on forever, Billy Grade’s pained noises grew numb in her ears after a while, and Jack’s knuckles grew bloody.  

      “That’s enough now, my darling.” She spoke so softly. So delicately that if she had been anyone else Jack wouldn’t have heard her. But it was Lilith, and her voice tore through him like a hurricane.

      Lilith watched with doe eyes as Jack finished Billy Grade off, the man’s cries of agony finally halting, his body twitched before ceasing to move and his eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. Jack unwrapped the garrotte and wiped it on Billy’s towel before pocketing it. He stood, calm and predatory as he relished in the aftermath. A stone cold predator.

I adore you.

Jack looked up at her, his eyes carnivorous….and Lilith relished that these were the only moments she would ever allow herself to be the prey. He stalked towards her and her heart stuttered. She allowed him to push her against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat in a way that made her knees weak. His lips claimed hers in a frenzy and she mewled into him. Lilith snaked her hands up his arms to push Jack’s coat from his shoulders. He released her for a moment, allowing the heavy fabric to fall to the floor. His lips attacked her neck, littering them with electric love bites, purple, red and blue. She cupped the back of his neck, her fingers delving into his beautiful soft hair and tugging it back ever so slightly. The noise he made was divine, the deep reverberation of the sound settling pleasantly between her thighs. He reached up and took her wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the wall above her head as his fingers hiked up her skirt and delved beneath the fabric. Lilith smirked up at him when she felt him tear the fabric of her underwear, his long thick fingers delving into her without a second thought.

     “Look at me, keep your fucking eyes on me.” He commanded, calm and controlled as ever when she closed her eyes at the delight she was experiencing. Her onyx eyes snapped open and collided with his. The only show of the effect she had on him was the sharp intake of his breath and the tent in his trousers as he continued to play her like a violin. Her own breath hitched when he released her wrists and she watched him slowly sink to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder. Jack buried his face between Lilith’s thighs and she threw her head back, hand cupping his head as he made her see stars.  Billy’s corpse witnessed Jack make love to his wife over and over and over again.

*****

God he loved his little demon so fucking much. He stared, transfixed at her angelic beauty as she clenched around him, her face contorting in a way that tested the limit of his self-restraint. Sharing his life with her was joy, loving her was the most exquisite carnage. She was Paradise and killing for her was bliss. She cried out, digging her claws into him as she pulled him closer to her….as close as they could be and it still never felt close enough. She bit his earlobe teasingly, whispering to him just how good he made her feel, how much she loved him.

     “Look at me, angel.” Jack tugged her hair, arching her head back just enough to take her lips with his own as she clenched around him one final time. Her onyx eyes pierced into his own hypnotic and wanton. “Fuck, angel. No one makes me feel like you do.” His hips stuttered as he found his own release. She pulled back, biting hard into his neck and his pleasure skyrocketed. Lilith embraced him, caressing his back as she felt him relax on top of her. She peppered his forehead with sweet kisses and hissed when he gently retreated from her. Jack looked at her adoringly and pulled her into his side as he settled beside her. Their clothes were strewn everywhere and Billy Grade’s still bleeding corpse was witness to them from the corner of the room. Lilith hummed, contented.

They lay in the aftermath, bodies painted in blood and entwined on the steam room floor. Her head lay against his broad chest and he caressed the skin of her back tenderly whilst placing kisses on her forehead. Lilith shifted, twisting her body into a more comfortable position so she could look at him. Her dark hair framed her face enticingly as she rested her chin on his chest, admiring him. Her dark eyes glimmered with excitement as her finger brushed over the bite mark she’d imprinted onto Jack’s neck. Her own brand. He groaned when she brushed her finger over it, flipping them over so he hovered above her, resting between her thighs once again. She’d bitten him so hard she’d broken the skin. There would be scarring, not that he minded of course. She smiled at him seductively, his blood staining the corners of her lips. He leaned in for more, thrusting inside of her once again.

    “Jack….” She whined in delight, gazing up at him in a way that had his heart hammering against his ribs. The cosmic love swirling in her onyx eyes seemed to consume him and his control snapped, hammering into her. Jack would allow his demoness to do whatever the fuck she wanted to him, so long as she loved only him for the rest of their lives.

#peaky blinder fanfic #jack nelson #Lilith Rose Shelby #Heaven Shelby #Scarlet Shelby #Billy Grade #Jack Nelson x Lilith Rose Shelby #Jack Nelson x OC

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D4T: Page 2 (Alice POV)

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No matter what she’d admit to herself or anyone else Alice was a hopeless romantic. Now this clashed with the irony poisoned nihilistic edgy persona she had built for herself, but nonetheless she wanted love. She found that this was an easier concept on paper than in practice, she had only dated men (specifically self-described chasers) and most of her relationships happened over the internet. And don’t get her wrong she knew chasers off 4chan were probably not the best dating pool but… she had a cock, her dating pool wasn’t going to be great anyway. So when she came across a post that read “looking for trans friends” she decided to bite. 

The post didn’t have much information (tho it did say he lived in her part of the country so if things go well…), but it did have a discord she could add, which she did. The chaser “trashbag_minister” (the name being retarded isn’t a good sign) quickly responded to her when she said hello…

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “hi”

trashbag_minister: “hello”

trashbag_minister: “how was your day”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “pretty good”

trashbag_minister: “that’s nice! how so?”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “ig it was jst slow for wrk ya kno”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “hbu”

trashbag_minister: “uhhhh,, fine. though my roomate invited me to a party that was pretty lame”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “cool”

trashbag_minister: “what do you do for fun?”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “nm like to hang w my friends mostly ig”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “wbu” 

And then as tho opening a floodgate he started talking about all the games and shows he liked, he said something about a character named eva he really liked or maybe the show was eva? Alice had a hard time paying attention, she thinks she was aware of alot of the things he mentioned because of some of her agp autist friends (maybe she’d ask Stel or Mar about it later… probably not tho), but like then she tended to tune most of it out. In all honesty tho she respected people like that who just *cared* about things even if it’s cringe (and oh god was it fucking cringe) but also like so is everything, so is she and the fucking know it all “who gives a shit” persona she has, she definitely has to give it up to those that love their retarded shit. 

After a while Alice realized that this chaser who she had learned was named “Lu” (who the fuck spells it like that) was… different. He didn’t seem to fit into any of the groupings of “chaser” she had known before (gay in denial, incel who is settling, wanna be macho man, and of course the honest to goodness girldick lover), he was at least a bit interested in her… she thought. They talked *all* the time, but he has never asked for a picture. It seemed reasonable at this point, as far as she knew the “tranny who wants a chaser friend” and “chaser who wants a tranny friend” were codes for, get to know each other, if you like their personality ask for pictures, and if you’re attracted start dating. It’s not like she was dying about him not asking or anything (obviously like this guy was kinda born to be a virgin)... she was just curious…

Fuck it they met on *4chan* she was just gonna come out and ask 

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “btw r u into me?” 

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trashbag_minister starts typing

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