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metalhoops · 1 year

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“I think I’m seeing things, man,” Eddie spoke from his spot on the Harrington’s couch. His white skin appeared paler still against the brown leather.

Steve didn’t blame him. He was on all kinds of painkillers. It’d been two weeks since the world fell apart. Two weeks since Vecna disappeared. Two weeks since Eddie almost died.

Steve liked to treat those memories as others treated head-on collisions. It was better not to look at them directly. It was better to treat it like it’d never happened.

“What’re we looking at?” Steve asked from his spot on the floor, following Eddie’s line of sight to the gap in the curtains.

“Don’t know. Thought I saw somebody outside,” Eddie confessed.

The Harrington house had always been filled with spectres, whether that of partygoers, like front lawn flamingos in need of an exorcism or the body in the backyard pool. But those were Steve’s hang-ups, not Eddie’s.

If all it took to be a ghost was to haunt, Eddie might be included in the ranks of his own private phantasmagoria. He kept checking each night to make sure the boy was really there, that he’d really gotten out. People shouldn’t have that much blood in them, and they definitely shouldn’t have that much blood out of them.

Steve went to the window because that was something he could do for Eddie. He wasn’t sure why he kept feeling the need to apologise. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but hell if Steve knew if he’d done anything right either. He’d gotten Eddie out of the Upside Down. He’d put his hands inside the boy’s body, shoved his shirt beneath his skin and held it in the dark cavity that oozed and throbbed warm blood like the rise and fall of the tide.

Don’t think about it. Check the window. His hands at his side felt cold. He wondered if they’d ever be warm again. There was a figure across the street.

A boy in a basketball jersey circled passed the house.

Things never ended smoothly. Steve liked to think once Jason went down the rest of the vigilante crew would stop looking for Eddie, but there were some stragglers who hadn’t got the message.

Hopper had his hands full trying to clear Eddie’s name. Eddie’s uncle was still looking for him. The whole town was holding their breath in the midst of destruction, waiting for someone to blame. Steve shut the curtains, turned the lights off and moved to Eddie’s side in the darkness.

“Hounds of hell still circling then?” Eddie guessed after one glimpse at Steve’s face.

“I’ll call Hopper,” Steve reasoned, reaching up to squeeze Eddie’s knee. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Maybe to make sure he was real. Maybe to tell him he was sorry.

“Don’t worry about it, Steve,” Eddie spoke, reaching out and snagging the hem of Steve’s sweater.

“No one thinks I’m here. If the cops show up at the Harringtons’ it’s going to turn some heads,” Eddie reasoned, and he was right.

So where did that leave them? Sitting alone in the dark with Eddie fading in and out of sleep and Steve watching car headlights dance across the curtains, waiting for the moment everything went wrong.

“Steve?” Eddie breathed beside Steve’s ear in the blackness. He hadn’t realised they were so close.

“Yeah?” Steve moved his eyes from the window to look at Eddie.

“I think I’m crashing,” he noted, a grimace dancing across his face. Steve had never felt smaller.

“Doc said we’ve gotta wait six hours,” Steve replied, hoping he didn’t sound as worried as he felt.

“How long’s it been?”

“Three.”

Steve always wanted to appear cool in times of crisis, but he had no idea what he was doing. Some of the government agents Steve had signed countless NDAs for over the past four years had patched Eddie up as best they could and had started scrambling for a cover-up.

In the meantime, Eddie would stay at Steve’s place. It made the most sense. Eddie was nobody to Steve. No one would go looking for Eddie at the Harringtons’, and unlike the other older teens, he didn’t have parents to answer to. Big house. No parents. Perfect place to lie low.

Steve was nobody to Eddie and yet for the past week, they’d been an island unto themselves, trapped indoors together, watching shadows on the walls and trying to keep each other alive and sane. He felt completely unprepared.

“Alright. Come on. Let’s go to bed,” Steve muttered, kneeling in front of Eddie. He watched the boy rise to a sitting position over his shoulder. Eddie snorted.

“What exactly is the plan here, Steve?”

Eddie had been stuck oscillating between the living room, kitchen, and downstairs bathroom for days. They could both use a change of scenery.

“Piggyback,” Steve spoke, trying not to think about the connotations that the word had garnered. He wasn’t going to think about Vecna. Not today.

He expected the boy to argue, but instead, he felt Eddie’s arms snake around his throat. He held tight, but not as tight as he should. Steve had to hold on to his forearms like backpack straps as he stood. Eddie’s legs were stronger. They held firm around Steve’s waist.

Eddie’s head flopped against Steve’s shoulder blade, nuzzling into the space. He was warm as the sun. Too warm. He was running a temperature. Steve tried not to think of the last time he carried Eddie. The boy was uncharacteristically quiet. Steve needed to do something.

“Saddle up, buckeroo,” Steve spoke, hoisting Eddie further up his back. He felt a puff of air against his neck, a barely there laugh.

“Hi-yo, Silver,” Eddie grumbled against Steve’s skin.

Steve moved deftly through the dark, taking the staircase slowly and methodically. The last thing either of them needed was another broken bone.

“I think I owe you one once all this is over,” Eddie noted. Steve was already shaking his head.

“You stick around, and I’ll call it a favour. I think Henderson would kick my ass if you died.”

“The kid’s got spunk. I’ll give him that,” Eddie noted as the two reached the top of the stairs.

“He’s got an attitude and a problem with authority,” Steve corrected, taking Eddie to his bedroom.

He moved to the edge of his bed and let Eddie extract himself. When they broke apart, Steve felt cold again.

“That’s our boy,” Eddie chuckled, shooting Steve a lopsided smirk. He was definitely still high on painkillers.

Steve rolled his eyes and helped lower Eddie down onto his favourite pillow, the one worn down with age but all the more comfortable for it. He pulled the covers up around the boy’s shoulders.

“Yeah, our boy,” Steve echoed in a too-fond tone.

He’d never let Henderson hear the term of affection. The kid had a big enough head as it was, but in the too-quiet world of just himself and Eddie, he felt okay admitting it. Once it looked like Eddie was settled in, Steve sat on the edge of his bed, feeling as he always did, like a stranger in his own home.

“When did you last get some shut-eye, boy wonder?” Eddie asked, his foot tucking beneath Steve’s thigh.

Friday. What day was it? Sunday. Not good.

“Well, come on then, don’t make a guy beg. Lay down, Steve. It’s your bed. I could sleep in the spare room if it’s a problem.” There was something cautious about the offer Steve didn’t understand.

He flopped down beside Eddie, so close the two shared a pillow. It changed the shape of the thing. It made the familiar strange.

“You know, I had this dream last night,” Eddie began, his dark eyes still open, glued to the ceiling. He cringed, knowing all the ways dreams could go bad, but Eddie shook his head.

“Not that kind of dream,” He insisted, his hands balling into fists on the bedsheets.

“I had a dream I was a pinball machine,” the boy stated plainly. The absurdity of the statement shocked a laugh out of Steve.

“These painkillers are legit, Harrington,” Eddie spoke, shooting Steve a sidelong glance.

“What kind of pinball machine?”

“You know the Centaur one? It’s black and white, mostly. The arts got this topless guy who’s half man, half motorbike,” Eddie explained.

Steve had no idea what he was saying, but it was nice to hear him talk.

“Wait, if you were the pinball machine, how did you know what you looked like?”

“Great question Steven. I’ve got no clue. Dream logic,” Eddie reasoned.

Steve screwed up his nose at the use of his full name. Only his dad called him Steven. Eddie raised a brow, seeming to take note. One of them had shifted closer. Steve wasn’t sure who. Eddie’s hand brushed against his side as he played with the sheets.

“Remind me again why I needed to know about your pinball dream?” Steve asked. The sound of the wind in the trees outside his bedroom window set his teeth on edge.

“Because you’re too damn serious and I thought it’d make you smile... Which it did.” Eddie added the last part in quietly and Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie craned his head to look around Steve’s room before screwing up his nose.

“Anyone ever told you your wallpaper is gaudy as hell? Your curtains match your walls. Dude, I thought rich people were meant to have taste,” he observed, the boys’ shoulders pressed together.

“This coming from the guy who eats cereal out of the box with his hands,” Steve countered, no heat in his voice.

“Are you still mad I used to stand on your lunch table?” Eddie muttered, shoving Steve’s shoulder before tensing. When had Steve last checked his dressings?

He flipped the bedside lamp on, leaning over Eddie to do so. He’d been helping the guy shower for days now. Privacy was a word reserved for other people. Intimacy was a necessity.

“Once you stood in my mashed potatoes. It was disgusting,” Steve uttered, gently peeling up the hem of Eddie’s tee shirt. Really, it was Steve’s, but it seemed strange to make distinctions.

Eddie’s eyes trailed down to Steve’s fingers, half-hooded and slowed with sleep or inebriation, Steve didn’t know which. He wondered how much of all this Eddie would remember when he got better. He would get better.

“You never ate the potatoes. You’d bring your stupid bagels from home,” Eddie remarked, as Steve carefully unwound the bandage and gauze. It was stained brown with dried blood, but it looked better than it’d been a few days before, no longer as red or swollen.

The bagel comment made Steve look up. Seemed like Robin wasn’t the only one that’d been watching him. Maybe Eddie had a crush on Tammy Thompson, too. Maybe it was something else. Steve’s friends had crappy taste in women. Eddie could do better.

“What’s the verdict, doc?” Eddie questioned, noticing Steve’s sudden silence.

He cleaned the wounds as best he could. Eddie’s fingers had found their way to Steve’s thigh, gripping so tight he thought it would bruise. It would be another to add to the collection. Steve hadn’t been thinking of how his battle wounds were healing. He was in triage mode. Eddie’s wounds were worse than his.

“We're going to have to amputate,” Steve deadpanned as he found the first aid kit he’d hidden beneath his bed years before, starting to redress the wound.

“How the hell can you amputate a side?” Eddie asked with a shaky laugh, his breathing more ragged again.

“Well, you see, there’s this new experimental procedure that lets you transplant your brain into a pinball machine,” Steve began and felt Eddie’s elbow in his side.

“Screw you.”

Steve laid back beside Eddie, less space between them than before, if it was at all possible. They braced against each other, the contact grounding Steve. Eddie was alive. He was alive. Maybe one day they could look at each other and not think about death. That day wasn’t today, but Steve could hope for it.

As Eddie drifted to sleep, his head fell on Steve’s shoulder. He wouldn’t sleep for long that night, but he was used to that. He knew the weeks and months after a run-in with the Upside Down were full of fitful sleep and nightmares, but they never lasted.

On a long enough timeline, you could get used to anything. It was strange how short that timeline was when it came to getting used to Eddie.

More days came and went with the same imperfect routines. The two boys woke at all hours of the night and spent the daylight hours behind closed curtains, trying to heal.

By the third day, Steve got sick of the quiet. A sombre mood hung over them, shifting and changing like the phases of the moon. It never entirely disappeared, but there were moments it seemed almost absent.

One of these such moments arose when Steve hijacked the boombox from the living room and dragged it upstairs to his bedroom, where a slowly healing Eddie sat bored out of his mind, aching and itchy. Steve knew the feeling. The wound on his neck had scabbed and begun to fade into a scar.

“Hey, Munson?” Steve spoke, sitting beside Eddie, spreading his tape collection between them.

“You wanna hear some real music?” He asked, watching Eddie’s nose scrunch and his teeth worry away at his bottom lip.

“These are all horrible, Harrington.”

Eddie turned over several cassettes in his hand, treating them gently as though they were something special.

“You have every WHAM! album, dude. The Outfield. Halls & Oats. Tears for Fears,” Eddie listed off, his tone one of disgust.

“You’re going to have to pick something, or I’ll pick WHAM! out of spite.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and shuffled through the tapes, tossing one Steve’s way.

“Bowie isn’t horrible,” Eddie mumbled as Steve placed The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, into the player.

The two sat shoulder to shoulder, as always, listening to the quiet swell of drums. Steve realised too late it was a song about the end of the world. He realised, later still, that it was a love song. Eddie’s fingers drummed against his knee. Steve tried to ignore the way the action made his heart swell.

Steve couldn’t sit still any longer as Moonaged Daydream began. He remembered another life in Nancy Wheeler’s garage, asking her to pretend things were normal for a couple of hours. God, he wanted that. He needed a few normal hours.

He wasn’t the same person he’d been back then, but parts of him had stayed the same. He didn’t know how to change them. Nancy Wheeler faced problems head-on, but Steve? The passage of time had taught him how to stand his ground in the face of danger, but he hadn’t yet learned how to stop being chased.

He caught Eddie’s eye and watched as a wicked grin spread across his face. Without words, he knew exactly what Steve was about to do. He grabbed the nail bat he kept by the bed, the same one from the Wheeler’s garage and sang, using the gnarly weapon as his makeshift microphone. He was a little too loud and a little off-tune. He sang about alligators and space invaders, lyrics he knew off by heart, without understanding them.

He watched as a grin threatened to crack Eddie’s face in two. There was a reckless abandon to his smile. It was different from the glazed-eyed, half-high smiles of the past week. His eyes were keen and sharp as he watched Steve fling himself across the room in the way only someone who’d learned to dance drunk could.

By the time the album finished, he’d worked up a sweat. Eddie joined in, singing a couple of lines when he could before tugging Steve back to bed, his hand in Steve’s hair, smoothing it back in place. The action was intimate, yet familiar.

“Alright, Starman. Maybe Bowie doesn’t suck so hard, but when I’m not on the run from the law, I’m going to show you what real music sounds like.”

“Promise?” Steve asked, his chest heaving.

Then, Eddie did something so unlike anything the populous of Hawkins would expect. To them, he was a Satanist and a murderer. Steve had always known better, but he’d seen Eddie as a wildcard. He was loud and rough around the edges, but he also had the capability of being endearing when the moment called for it. Still, Steve had never expected Eddie to roll over, extend his pinkie and link their little fingers together.

“I promise,” He assured, placing his lips to the knuckle of his thumb as though sealing the deal.

The action was equal parts childlike and intense. Steve looked down at their interlaced fingers and knew he was in over his head. Warmth pooled in Steve’s fingertips.

“Eds, I—,” A knock at the downstairs door made the words die on Steve’s lips. The boys pulled apart. Steve was cold.

“I’ll get it,” Steve spoke, picking up the discarded nail bat and trudging down the stairs.

He hoped it was one of the door-knocking jocks. Some primal part of him felt like hitting something. Years before, he would have questioned if he was the kind of person who could do it, but now he knew he could.

Steve clutched at the bat hidden behind his back as he swung open the door, coming face-to-face with an older man dressed in too-short jean shorts, holding an armful of paper bags. He looked familiar. He’d seen the man with Hopper. A furrow etched its way onto his brow.

“Aren’t you going to let your beloved uncle in, Steve?” The man spoke, loud enough for the people in the next neighbourhood to hear.

“Right,” Steve mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping to the side.

The man walked through the house as though he’d grown up within their walls, dropping the paper bags on the countertop, switching on the lights and examining the space.

“Hopper sent me with supplies. It’d draw too much attention having the feds at your front door, but a visit from your favourite Uncle Murray? That’s incognito. I’ve got groceries and painkillers, slipped in some vodka too, on the house. Personally, I was thinking of making my homemade ravioli for dinner. Trust me, it’s to die for. Where’s the other one by the way?” The man, Murray, breathed, spinning on his heels to examine the interior of the house. Steve let his nail bat fall to the floor.

“You really should invest in a gun, kid...Was I interrupting something?” The older man asked, gesturing absentmindedly to his balding head. Steve touched his hair and found it still out of place. He ran his fingers through it in an attempt to tame it.

“No, we... I was sleeping. Eddie’s upstairs. I think he’s okay, but I could use another set of eyes. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here. Are you staying?”

“I’m just staying for dinner. It’d look strange if your uncle only showed up for a few minutes, wouldn’t it?” Steve didn’t dignify that with an answer.

“There’s the man of the hour,” Murray spoke, glancing up at the top of the staircase where Eddie stood, leaning heavily on the banister.

“What happened to staying up there?” Steve spoke through gritted teeth, making his way back up the stairs.

“You were taking too long,” Eddie muttered with an unbothered shrug.

“And if it’d been one of Jason’s asshole friends, we’d have been screwed,” Steve rebutted, letting Eddie lean on him as they made their way to Murray in the kitchen. At least he could walk.

“But it wasn’t,” Eddie huffed, his breath warm on Steve’s neck.

Steve kicked out one of the kitchen chairs and lowered Eddie into it. The older man watched them as a scientist observes a specimen. There was a morbid fascination to it.

“I see you two are getting along well,” He spoke.

He’d found where Steve’s mother had stored their pots and had begun some strange kitchen alchemy. Steve had made risotto. This guy looked like he was completing a summoning ritual. The ingredients were splayed out on the countertop like objects of adoration.

Steve sat down in the chair beside Eddie. It felt strange having someone else in the house. For what seemed like a lifetime, his world had consisted of one other person. He missed Robin, Dustin, and the rest of the kids, but he hadn’t let himself dwell on it. He’d known their isolation couldn’t last forever, but he’d never have guessed Murray would be the first person he’d see.

“Tense mood. Why is it I always end up in the middle of couples in denial?” Murray breathed to himself.

Eddie’s head snapped up with a speed Steve hadn’t seen him manage all week. Steve didn’t look at Murray, he was too busy trying to unpick the pained look on Eddie’s face. His eyes searched the boy’s body for some torn open wound he’d missed.

“What? Don’t look so surprised. Contrary to what kids these days think, we did have homosexuality in the sixties,” Murray informed before pausing. He gave Steve a once-over that made his skin crawl. He felt as though he were a bug, pinned beneath a glass plate.

“And bisexuality,” He clarified.

Steve averted his eyes and reached over to squeeze Eddie’s knee. He was hopelessly lost in the conversation, but he knew something was wrong with Eddie. The boy jumped at the sudden contact and Steve pulled his hand away as though burnt.

“So, what’s the problem? Still in denial?” Murray asked, levelling Steve with a knowing look. He scowled back at the man, ready for him to leave.

“No. I think you know how you feel, maybe even how he feels.” Steve didn’t know how to respond.

“You, however,” Murray continued, turning his attention to Eddie, the boiling pot on the stove, forgotten.

“I don’t think you have a clue. Self-esteem issues, maybe. You try to hide it, but you couldn’t imagine that someone in a house like this would look at you twice.”

“What the hell, man?” Eddie breathed with a huff of indignation. Murray showed no signs of stopping. His eyes were back on Steve.

“So, what’s holding you back? You got your heart broken after Nancy Wheeler. Let me guess, you keep saying how much you want commitment, but you keep dating the wrong people, people who don’t want to be tied down. That, my boy, is self-sabotage and him,” Murray spoke, indicating Eddie with a wooden spoon he’d been using to stir the rice.

“He looks like a long-haul kind of guy.”

“Dude,” Eddie interjected.

“What? You’re both obviously attracted to one another. Don’t lie. I have eyes. You’re telling me that all this near-death stuff hasn’t made you re-evaluate your life a little? It’s just been you two, locked away together at the end of the world, helping each other heal. Seeking comfort in one another. You’ve got shared trauma. That kind of thing bonds you for life.”

“Leave it alone,” Steve said, standing as he spoke. The chair scraped on the tile floor. A nails on a chalkboard kind of sound.

Steve pushed past the older man, pulled the pot off the stove, and let a tense silence settle over the three of them. The subsequent dinner dragged on in uncomfortable silence. Steve and Eddie kept their eyes glued to their plates. Murray talked but neither paid attention. He gave Eddie’s wounds a once over, appearing as lost as Steve. He didn’t seem concerned, so Steve took it as a good thing.

He thought he’d known what tense silence between himself, and Eddie felt like, but he’d known nothing compared to the moment Murray left. His whole body was on edge. Eddie wouldn’t meet his eyes. They needed to talk, but neither wanted to be the first to cave.

“I was thinking of turning in early,” Steve spoke, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah. Me too.”

The boys lay side by side, but sleep didn’t come. Eddie’s body was wound tight as a tourniquet. This time, Steve was the one bleeding out.

He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what. Maybe that he was sorry. Murray was right. Steve had known Eddie liked him and he hadn’t said anything because it wasn’t a problem he could throw himself in front of. It’d be easier if he thought telling Eddie would end up with him getting hit. There were worse things.

Eddie’s feelings had become more apparent as their time together wore on, but on some level, Steve had known long before. When Eddie had leaned over into his space smelling of cigarette ash, dried earth and sweat and called Steve some god-awful pet name, he’d known. He also knew the feelings weren’t one-sided.

That revelation came later. Eddie had been fading in and out of consciousness. Steve had shaken him awake to redress his wounds when it happened. The boy awoke, shooting him a lopsided grin, gazing at Steve with his drowsy, doe eyes.

He’d crooned, ‘Good morning sunshine’. And that had been enough.

Steve’s heart had stuttered to a halt as it had all the times before when a pretty girl had called him a prettier name.

As much as Steve hated to admit it, Murray had been right about a lot of things. There was one thing Steve desperately wanted him to be wrong about.

He and Eddie were bonded because of what they’d been through. That’s what the man had said. Shared trauma. Was that all they were?

Steve was back in the bathroom with Nancy, her white shirt, red. The whites of his eyes the moment she left, red.

He knew where shared trauma got him. He’d try to bury it. To move past it. He wanted to be more than what was done to him. People would say he was running. He was bullshit.

How was he meant to sit with the kind of stuff he and Eddie had been through? How was he meant to fight it? Would Steve always look at Eddie and see his death? Would Eddie always look at Steve and feel like dying?

“I wished I’d met you later,” Steve spoke to the dark room. Eddie’s locked body loosened, and as it did, he started to shake. In a moment, he’d start to bleed too.

“You know, normally people say they wished they’d met you sooner.”

“I mean... I wish we’d met after everything with The Upside Down. That you hadn’t gotten dragged into it. I wish that we’d gotten to know each other the normal way,” Steve explained. Eddie snorted.

“Can you imagine me doing anything the normal way?” He had a point.

Steve didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say. The silence was back, looming large as a lunar eclipse.

“You aren’t... weirded out by what he said? About me liking you?” Eddie’s voice was small. The only time Steve heard Eddie whisper was when he was dying.

“I think he also said something about me liking you back,” Steve replied, glancing at Eddie’s profile only to find the man was already watching him. His face was contorted in confusion.

“Then... what’s the problem here, Stevie?”

Steve had never been good with his words.

“What if we’ve ruined it?” He tried. At seeing a frown cross Eddie’s face, he knew he hadn’t done a good enough job at explaining.

“With what’s happened between me and you. You never would’ve looked at me twice if I hadn’t saved you, and what if that’s all we’ve got? Shared trauma.”

Bullshit. What if all they had was bullshit? Eddie finally understood.

“I don’t like you because you saved me, Steve. I like you because despite all the terrible shit you make me want to laugh. I love that you’re shit at dancing, but you do it anyway. Also, screw that guy your risotto is better than his. You’re a good cook. Your stupid hair makes me want to slam my head in a car door and before you say anything, that’s a compliment. You care so damn much about everyone.” To Steve’s surprise, Eddie’s hand reached up to touch his cheek.

“I don’t like you because we’ve been through bad shit together. I like you because you make me feel like one day, we’re going to get out on the other side of it, that things aren’t going to be like this forever,” Eddie finished.

Steve’s heart was a cardinal, beating itself bloody against a windowpane.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve breathed. For the first time in a long time, he was nervous.

Eddie’s smile was a lightning strike, bright, beautiful and something they’d shape gods after.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Eddie’s lips were warm.

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darlingdekarios · 1 year

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good enough to eat.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 2,116 content: Jax Teller x f!reader, established relationship, smut [receiving fingering, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [spit as lube, breeding]

when Jax is starving, there's no waiting.

When your partner returned from a daytime ride you were busy with the final preparations of dinner, setting the table for yourselves and your parents who would be joining you for the first time. His boots against the hard wood signified he’d found you in the dining room setting the table before they paused, his large frame pausing to lean against the door frame and soak in the pretty little dress and red panty hose you’d worn today.

“Call your parents and cancel,” he instructed, and if it were anyone else his demanding tone would have been enough to set you off. From Jax, however, it had only ever felt right to listen to him. Even still, this wasn’t exactly the kind of notice you gave when cancelling plans.

“What?” You questioned, turning to face him with a puzzled look on your face. Jax nearly groaned at the sight of you in red lipstick. “Is something wrong? Did something happen while you were out?”

He walked toward you then, trapping you between the table and himself with hands grasping both of your hips to encourage you to sit on the surface. His blue eyes shining with something mischievous and hungry he shook his head, hands leaving you to rest on either side of your waist on the table. “Had a good ride, nothin’ went wrong,” he replied, eyes dragging down your body slowly. “I woulda come back sooner had I know this is what was waiting for me.”

Before you could interrogate him, he leaned down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, one of his knees knocking your legs apart so he could step between them. He always kissed you like a man on death row – you supposed he was in a way – and now was no exception, his tongue entering your mouth to kiss you deeply until you were breathless. Your parents were due on your front porch in an hour. Still, you couldn’t help your curiosity.

“If you knew what was waiting for you? Dinner? It's a special dinner, I told you what I was making,” you started as you gasped for normal breaths, his lips trailing a familiar route to your neck where he kissed over your pulse.

“Not the food, I don’t give a shit about that right now. I’m talking about you,” he breathed out, sucking softly on the most sensitive part of your neck, lips molding into a smile against your skin when you gasped. “You look so fucking pretty in this dress setting the dinner after cooking all day. Like a proper little housewife. Where’s Abel?”

“He…he went down for a nap a little bit ago,” you gasped out. It was almost shameful how fast you melted beneath him, how fast his soft lips and rough beard against your neck had you gripping his shoulders. “But my parents…”

“Don’t want to see what I’m about to do to you, sweetheart,” he cooed to silence your whine, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive spot behind your ear. Even after months of being with Jax you still felt goosebumps break out on your skin when he whispered in your ear. “Don’t care what you tell ‘em, besides not to come. Tell ‘em Abel is sick, or you’re sick, or hell – tell ‘em the truth.”

You definitely weren’t going to tell them the truth, but there was no use attempting to say no to him when he was running the tip of his tongue on the spot, causing a shudder down your spine. “What about dinner, Jax? I worked away all day in that kitchen…”

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll make it up to ya,” he cooed, nipping at the spot before withdrawing to look up into your face again, his nose lightly brushing against your jaw as he went. He tapped your phone on the table beside you to further his point. “I can’t wait hours, I’ve gotta have you right now.”

You picked up your phone with a shaking hand, Jax smiling triumphantly before using one hand departed the table to slide up your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress higher until it was around your hips. As you managed the number to dial your mother, he stepped backwards to take you in, mouthing “no panties?” to you. You bit at you lip and nodded as a smile broke out across his face, cheeks burning red as the familiar voice answered.

“Hi mom,” you greeted, sounding entirely too normal for Jax. He reached a hand forward, running a finger experimentally over the crotch of your hose that was already soaked with your arousal. He smirked when your voice hitched higher, his finger sliding to connect to your clit. “I’m so s-sorry to do this last minute, but I don’t think you should come over. Abel has been throwing up and is running a fever…y-yeah, I’m sure he’ll be okay…okay I will…okay maybe tomorrow. Love you too, bye.”

His lips connected with yours again as he took the phone from your hand, sliding it down the table to remove any change of distraction. The kiss became desperate, his hunger burning through as he applied more pressure to the kiss, his hand now working his pants down his hips to free his straining cock. Once unencumbered by his pants and underwear he attempted to pull your panty hose down with a tug to the material over your thigh, pulling away from the kiss with a huff when there was no give.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he snapped, connected both hands to the material and tearing so there was a hole in the crotch area. He bowed his head to connect his lips to your neck again, his fingers swiping through your folds experimentally. He smiled crookedly when you moaned quietly, head falling back to give him better access to your neck. He nibbled at the spot behind your ear before slipping his index finger into your velvet entrance. “So, fucking wet, baby. Bet you could take me with no warmup you’re so soaked.”

You whimpered at his words, sliding a hand to the back of his head and lacing your fingers in his hair to tug his head backward, twisting your head to kiss him desperately again. He gave you a few pumps with his index finger before adding a second, repeating the thrusts and picking up the speed to piston the tips into the spongy spot behind your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined when you released him from the kiss for air, Jax immediately running his eyes over your face to drink in your expression before running them back down your body, watching his fingers disappear into you repeatedly with the most vulgar, wet noises. He removed his hand from your hip to connect that thumb to your clit, expert figure eights combining with his thick fingers to coax you toward oblivion.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, nipping at your collar bone gently, smirking when your hips bucked upwards at his praise. “You go ahead and make a mess on my fingers, and I’ll fuck you right here.”

He curled his fingers again, repeating the motion over and over in time with the circles he was rubbing on your clit until your legs were shaking. As much as he loved to watch you gush around him when you orgasmed, he connected his lips to yours again, swallowing the loud cry that came from you as you did exactly that. Your vision blinded by white and senses on overload you hardly noticed his hands leave you, one fisting his cock firmly to give it a few pumps as the other grasped your hip, pulling you to the edge of the table.

When you became barely aware again you felt pre-cum leaking head being rubbed through your truly soaked folds before he dipped into you, slowly sliding inch by inch into your wet heat. He pulled away from the kiss again to watch his cock disappear into you, groaning quietly as he leaned his forehead to your shoulder. You turned your head to kiss behind his ear as he had already done for you several times tonight, a shudder running up his spine as he buried into you to the hilt.

Once he felt the head of his cock bump into your cervix he stilled for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to him – he was so thick it didn’t matter how many times he’d taken you, there was always a stretch to accommodate him. You wrapped your arms around his neck after encouraging him to raise his head again, your hooded gaze meeting his before you leaned forward to bite at his bottom lip gently, pulling back to signify he could move.

And oh, could he move. Jax Teller had the hips of a god, his thrusts into you slow and sensual and so deliberate, each inch of him massaging your inner walls perfectly. When you released his lip from your teeth to moan and slide one hand to the back of his head, fingers clutching his hair slightly he set the perfect pace, groaning at a feeling that got better every time he had you.

He removed his gaze from your connected cores to look deep into your eyes, releasing a shaky breath. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he panted out between breaths, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’ve been so good lately, taking care of us. Fuck, I’m crazy about you. Who’d you get all pretty for today?”

“You,” you whined out, barely capable of forming a coherent thought let alone words as he found the perfect spot to bump with each thrust. The hand you had on his shoulder gripped harder, your fingernails denting the leather he still wore.

“Say my name,” he groaned out the instruction, one he often had to give as you lost yourself in him. He connected his thumb to your clit again, increasing the challenge knowing full well he was pushing you toward another orgasm and taunting you with the ledge. “Whose pretty fucking housewife are you, baby girl? Tell me that and I’ll think about lettin’ you make a mess on my cock, but not before then.”

You whimpered loudly, pulling his hair slightly to hold his head back so you could connect your gaze with his icy blue eyes, full of so much adoration it was almost sickening. Wanting to only add to it more you nodded, gasping out your words in moans. “’m yours, Jax,” you whined, clutching onto him tighter as you pressed gentle kisses to his lips over and over. “Fuck, I love being yours.”

He practically growled as his motions on your clit quickened, spitting between your bodies to give himself more lubricant to rub faster and faster. He started kissing you gently then, lovingly and soft as his breathing increased, sweat breaking across his brow in concentration. When your legs began to shake slightly he slowed his movements, bumping the tip of his nose against yours lightly. His next words were quiet, serious as he fought to hold off his own release. “Lemme fill you up then,” he asked, though it hardly came out as a question the intent was clear. “Wanna see you pregnant with my baby.”

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily at his words, a silent confirmation if the pornographic moan that fell from your lips wasn’t enough. Suddenly he could move again, and he did so perfectly, coaxing you right back to the edge of release. When your walls began to flutter around him he simply nodded, connecting his lips to yours in a heated kiss as your second orgasm rushed through you. With a few more thrusts of his hips, he spilled his own release into you with a groan, opting to pull away from the kiss to lean his forehead against yours gently.

When you’d both finished and fallen into one another’s arms, faces buried in each other’s neck, you pressed lazy kisses wherever your lips were able, hands rubbing gently in whatever positions they’d landed. When he pulled his head away to look down at your neck, he smiled at the perfect marks he’d managed to leave, the sight almost good enough to make him hard again. Forcing himself to maintain composure he removed himself from you, running his eyes down your body to where your combined releases were dripping from you.

“…can I eat before you take me to bed?”

He questioned, eyes flashing with the mischief that meant he was far from done with you. This new family dinner was certainly something you could adapt to.

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In case it wasn't obvious by my complete LACK of screaming, I actually wound up hanging out with family and walking away from the TV before fully completing Hazbin's fourth episode, AKA The One I Know Is Gonna Drive Me Wild 😩❤️ so speaking of poison, time to get drunk again and finish that last episode!

I really gotta say though, as someone who has been chatting with a few other people... laughing howling barking at the amount of people straight up, "yeah Valentino is sexy but now that we know more about him, VOX THOUGH" like the amount of autistic girl pussy this man could pull is WILD

in episode two during the scene introducing VoxTech they make it VERY clear that Vox also straight up has fucking hypnosis powers??? It's when his left eye gets all... woobly? And then when Vox was calming down Val, that same effect was used TWICE, so, lowkey implying Vox tries to "lull" Valentino into a calmer state

"What are you doing, Val"

"You're not going over there."

Also the delivery on that line was hot 😩 imagine Vox saying something to you like "don't leave the studio :)" and he can tell you're not gonna listen to him or you're only half listening and he just repeats himself like THIS, the register of his voice lowers firmly, "You're NOT leaving the studio" and suddenly your head feels kinda fuzzy as he starts telling you all the different reasons it's too crazy outside for you to leave his sight... yeah... guess he's right... better... trust him...

Vox is composed, calculating, cunning, he's the SALESMAN, the sweet-talker, the schemer. Val's yelling and screaming that you ran off and aren't answering his calls and being manic, throwing things, tearing people apart, and meanwhile here's Vox, "calm down Valentino I can just activate the tracker I put on the phone I gave them :)"

remember in the past where I talked about Val getting Reader their first phone down in Hell. I can still see that because Val is fawning over you so much he gives you a phone so he can contact you whenever he wants, like LMAO imagine Val calling texting calling texting and everyone's watching him go fucking crazy "WHY AREN'T THEY RESPONDING fucking BITCH" and here's Angel "Boss they dont even have a phone???? Whose number are you even calling????", BUT I also see Vox doing this because he's the actual one who can do some shit like "oh yeah here's just a little something I threw together, it's the new VPhone 27, it's whatever" and later you find out he gave you the equivalent of like a $3000 iPhone and it has like special features on it that he very clearly put on there just for you but you have no frame of reference so you don't even realize how nice your phone is until someone else comments on it

Also. Valentino snatching Reader's phone and chucking it and completely shattering it and it sends you into a rage, "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM VOX YOU TEMPERAMENTAL PRICK!" and Vox returns from the bathroom or some shit to you yelling and screaming at each other, "You're lucky I don't put something in that smart mouth of yours to teach you some respect you ungrateful whore!!" "well YOU'RE LUCKY I don't sit on your face until you fucking suffocate and die a second time!!" and Vox feels himself getting kinda. Hot watching you two go back and forth, "I should fuckin tie you up until you're begging for me to stop whipping that fat ass of yours RAW!" "Cocky stuck up men like you always cry and whimper the loudest when they get restrained and FUCKED UP THE ASS"

Vox just in shock as you're able to TEAR INTO THIS MAN and walk away completely unscathed, all you guys really do is scream at each other and then 20 minutes later after you've walked away, always YOU to disengage or else he'll just keep going, Val's texting you shortly thereafter, "heeeeeeey baaaaabe, come back 🥺 I miss you ❤️" and then the second you fall for it and come back, "took you long enough, fucking brat" and you're getting pulled into his lap to forcibly cuddle him and be made to brush his chest fur while he makes calls for drug deals and shit

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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shyminmin · 9 months

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.7k + ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Violence/conflict, some gore

Booking it back to my ride, I refused to look back at the accusatory man who felt it was only fitting that he should dump a bunch of condiments onto my head in the belief that it would somehow ward off evil spirits or what not. I scoffed at the superstitious jargon, how could he even think I was remotely evil or possessed ill intentions? Even squashing unwanted insects that would find themselves in my apartment made me feel guilty.

My adoptive mother died from natural causes, not because of some curse that a baby had put on them all those years ago just because they decided to take her in. What was he thinking, saying I was some wicked witch that had come from the sea? Do I look like I could grow a fishtail out of nowhere like some fictional creature? How was I supposed to gain anything from this, his recounting didn't seem logical at all.

I sighed thinking that all of this, trying to uncover my past and putting an identity to myself has all been for nothing and a huge waste of my time. Valuable time I could have been spending back in the city working my three odd jobs and saving every cent I could.

The road to my revelations led me to a steep cliff that abruptly ended my journey, looking over the deadly decline would show me nothing but an empty abyss, telling me that there was nothing left to search for. Yang Chinhae had been my last chance for insight and he failed me exponentially.

Some of the salt which he tossed on me had fallen down and had gotten stuck in my eyes, causing them to well up from the unbearable stinging. Blinking and rubbing them continuously, I tried not to lose sight of where I was going. I certainly didn't want to stumble into the sea and drown or worse wind up back at Mr Yang's doorstep. I shuddered, he would surely send me to hell then like he so wished.

I trudged my way slowly along the familiar path that had led me towards the 'old grump's' home in the first place, the vegetation increasing in numbers as they messily overlapped one another to create an overgrown forest of sorts. I felt myself relax ever so slightly the further I distanced myself from that man and the horrendous ordeal that had taken place.

Emerging from the shrubbery, I was greeted by two smiling faces that quickly changed to one's of shock and astoundment the moment they took in the sight of the undoubtedly hopeless state I was in at the moment.

"What in tha name of Neptune's beard happened to ya?"

Coming over to me Dongha brushed his hand over my clothes dusting off loose grains of salt that had stuck on to them.

"Did that good for nothin' barstard do this to ye?"

Sungwon joined him at his side and looked me over, seeing if I was hurt or not. When he saw the state I was in and me not too discreetly rubbing my sore shoulder, his usually friendly face that I had come to know from the time I've spent with him and the rest, warped into one of pure rage.

"That's it, Imma go n' straighten him out!" he spoke, marching around me and towards the place I had come from. "He's gotta re-learn some darn manners."

Panicking at his intentions, I dashed after him and grabbed his elbow, making him halt his movements. "P-please don't, j-just leave him be. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore," I uttered out quietly, not wanting any further conflict with Mr Yang.

Sungwon and Dongha looked at me baffled but eventually sported faces of sympathy and silent understanding.

"Gosh dang it, I can't say no to ya sweet lass... But if that ol' grump ever hassles ye again, come to us and we'll give him a good thrashin'."

Knowing for a fact that I wouldn't be caught dead back here, I gave them a nod anyway.

A few more concerned ramblings occurred between us until we eventually hopped back in the car to flee this negative place. All the while I pondered over everything that took place, keeping my developing tears at bay, one's that weren't from the invasion of salt. The black hat of the man was held tightly in my grasp as it offered me a strange sort of comfort. The object's physicality redirected my thoughts that had been worrying over things that were intangible and purely in my head, to instead ones focused on the simplicity of physical reality.

For now I would ignore all the woes and hardships I had faced and let my mind run idle. My head going blank, I focused on the bumps in the road shaking the vehicle, warm air rushing over my skin and blowing my hair in tendrils, the faint smell of seafood whenever I breathed through my nose and the distant roll of ocean waves accompanied by small conversations between Dongha and Sungwon. All these distinct sensations effectively ease the tension out of my limbs, making me slump down in my seat and close my eyes, gently lulling me into a steady slumber.

Yes, for now I will choose to rest and forget, until my dilemmas come back for more laughs and cause my built up emotions to burst out and inevitably consume me. The faint outline of a man in a hat overshadowing the last ripples of my consciousness.

The incessant banging on the cell's iron bars is what had awoken the sleeping captive who had just managed to drift off and find some respite. He reluctantly opened his blue orbs, adjusting to the bleak confines of his prison. He's lost count of the amount of years he's been kept here, to be subjected to relentless torture if he didn't comply with the never ending interrogations.

The countless amount of bruising and dried, jagged cuts on his torso and tail are more than enough proof of what he had to endure on a day to day basis. The once vibrant shine of his reddish scales has long since dulled to a desaturated, greyish hue, no longer resembling the bright corals that bordered his tribal home from way back. The catalyst being the poor living conditions and food service they offered to prisoners in this dump.

"You know the drill, talk or you're in for a world of pain," he looked up towards the merman who had spoken, posted on guard duty. He hovered outside the cell's opening, black war paint ran horizontally across the skin around both his eyes, creating a bold straight line that would surely intimidate his enemies. A strap like belt, holding daggers and such, wrapped diagonally over his shoulder and torso. He was a merman, a high ranked soldier experienced in combat.

Coughing from his sore, scratchy throat that had recently been strangled as a form of punishment, the captive chuckled sarcastically, his lack of care for his own well being dictating his actions.

"It's gonna be the same as always Maj. Either you give me a good beating or be on your merry way."

His unwanted visitor's face contorted into one of anger and annoyance, his sharp teeth exposed from the strong grit of his jaw, nails extended to form razor-sharp claws.

"Don't get cocky with me, rotten scum, you have no authority over me in your position, even mindless sea cucumbers are above you!"

"Whatever you say.."

"Shut it!" the soldier banged his hands against the bars.

"Hey, you were the one who wanted me to talk," he smirked. Maj was always fun to mess with, that short temper of his was just asking to get riled up.

"Well aren't we extra snarky today, let's see how long that lasts when you find out." The guard practically growled, an unsettling grin stretching over his squarish face. "Oh how I'll love to see how you will react."

"Yeah yeah, like I haven't heard that before. Swim back to your pathetic leader like a good little shrimp now, your fear tactics are making me yawn."

Clearly further agitated, Maj's tail whipped around furiously, the speckled grey and silver appendage trying to settle his mood but failing miserably.

"We'll see who has the last laugh come noon, you'll have no fallback then." Gripping the bars making his knuckles turn white, his pointed claws which were still out, cut into the palms of his fists drawing out inky droplets of dark-purple. He didn't seem to notice as he was eyeing the prisoner like he was the very bane of his existence. "Mark my words scholar, you'll regret big time keeping that ugly mouth of yours shut for so long."

Turning his head to the side, he nodded and three of his goons came into view all sporting the same black marking on their faces and weaponry gear. "Put him in with the eels, that'll be sure to wake him up."

"Yes Sir!" his second in command, Calder, shouted in a pleased voice, no doubt excited to see some action, the sadist within him rejoicing.

Opening the door to the prison, Maj's unit moved in sync towards their target, gripping him harshly by the arms and neck, Calder pressing down on one of his gills making him choke. "Move it shark bait!"

Sullenly flicking his fluke up and down, which had a good chunk of the membrane ripped out of it, he found it harder to manoeuvre through the waters. One would think the red tailed merman would at least put up a fight for what peril awaits him, however, him being accustomed to years of sheer pain and punishment, was surprising calm, letting the soldiers roughly lead him out and towards his daily torture session.

As he passed Maj he flashed him another mocking smile. "I'll miss you Majjie, don't have too much fun while I'm away."

Scoffing at his temperament, the lead guard swiftly back handed him, scraping off some of his skin and causing his head to be knocked back, making him stare up at the slither of light above, that came through from the entrance of the deep trench they were situated in. "You're lucky we can't kill you, I would've done so from day one," Maj's face was red from rage.

"I love you too Jie Jie."

"Urgh! Make sure he suffers, aggravate the eels if you have to, just wipe off that dumb grin of his!"

"Oh it will be my pleasure boss, he'll be rything by the time we're done with him," Calder replied, running a finger across the prisoner's throat, licking his lips and eyes disturbingly wide. His dark, spiny tail adorned with blood-orange stripes on the sides swayed from side to side as he spoke, maniacal thoughts no doubt running through his head.

They resumed their movements as the group made their way through the cavernous terrain towards their destination, the den of eels, electric eels who's sting was excruciating. The red-finned merman didn't bat an eyelid, having gone through this many, many times prior. He would rather suffer through this than risk the lives of thousands of merfolk. If it made a martyr out of him in the future then so be it.

"Ready for some shocking entertainment boys?" Calder addressed his other two companions who had a grip on either side of the captive. The two beefier soldiers let out loud chortles from his smart-ass pun, nodding their heads in agreement.

Reaching the desired place, the three guards wasted no time in tossing the merman into the enclosed space. Similar to his own prison except the entrance was a gaping hole from above, they closed the trap door of bars, sealing his fate for the next few hours. They eagerly looked down upon the male as he was instantly circled by bright zaps of flickering light, the hostile, serpent like creatures sizing up the intruder who dared disturb them.

As each of them dived in to attack, the male held his own, no emotion displayed on his face. No ounce of fear, no sudden burst of anger, no sign of foreboding sadness. Just plain old, stone cold numbness.

Sharp crackling sounds ricochet off of the stone walls as electricity meets skin and scales. He never screams out his pain, just occasionally spasms from the sudden shocks that erupt through his system.

He would endure this for as long as he had to, there was no other option. He had watched plenty of other imprisoned merfolk, both male and female, fall apart from the brutality of the treatment that the mer in charge inflicted upon them. Some not surviving while others are scarred for life, both physically and mentally.

He promised himself that he would never get to that point. If he were to miraculously get out and see his loved ones again, he didn't want them to see someone who was fragile from abuse, but a merman who fought through endless hardships that made him all the more stronger.

If he had to shut off his emotions for the time being, and spout out sarcasm every chance he gets as a way of coping, then so be it.

Battered and bruised by the electrical burns from his frolic with the eels, the fatigued merman was held up by the two guards who had escorted him there in the first place, along with the sadistic Calder who reveled at the sight of the male getting smacked about by the slithery creatures. Oh how he loved the way his face would scrunch up and contort in pain and watching as his skin slowly turned vibrant shades of red, purple and blue. It was a work of art, a masterpiece in his eyes.

They all hovered in a wider, more spacious cave that housed various valuable resources and treasures. A wide rounded stone slab sat in the far centre of the room acting as a table, where on top sat piles of ancient texts carved into tablets of stone and marble. Some dating as far back as Atlantean times. More recent writings could be distinguished by a seaweed like material fashioned into a scroll where the surface was embossed with a waterproof ink based paste that was harvested from squids.

"Ah how's my favourite scholar faring these days?" Out of the shadows appeared the reason he was stuck in here like a caged animal in the first place, the individual that he loathed for all that he was doing for his own selfish gain. If it weren't for him he'd still be back in his home surrounded by his loved ones or be catching a current on another one of his expeditions to utilise his educated mind and accumulate more hidden knowledge.

Unfortunately that all got buried deep and fossilised into the sands of the place he was taken from, however many years ago. No longer was he the bright, aspiring intellectual he was so famed to be, but a beaten up piece of flesh and bone that was just waiting for the day he'd be devoured live and whole.

Lifting his head, his eyes bore into the ones of his enemy. Resembling someone in their mid forties, the merman stood proud and tall behind the table, his dominant aura stretching out as far and wide as the cave itself. However where human's would conclude he was in fact of that age, they would be highly mistaken as the merman in question, possessing scales resembling midnight ocean swells was in fact well into his 1000's.

Merfolk kept their youthful complexion until the day they passed over into the Celestial Realm to bathe in the Eternal Oasis. A measly 100 years was considered young compared to their superior life expectancy of roughly 5000 years.

"Oh you know, the light from Helios hasn't reached me in years and I'm eating a generous meal of carcass remains two times a week, so I'd say I'm doing pretty damn well."

With that he received yet another hit to the face from Maj. "How dare you mock Lord Bedo, you insolent-"

The guard was cut off from loud bellowing laughter from the merman in charge. "Oh how your comments never get old, Valdrin. Even when you're beaten to a pulp and looking like a mangled octopus, I respect your strength and valor, dear scholar of Tritosa."

"Not anymore thanks to you."

"Au contraire, like I've stated countless times, if you agree to help with our search and relay the specifics then you are more than welcome to return to your studies...your home...even your... family."

The way Bedo said and emphasized those last words, sent a chilling wave of uncertainty over the scholar. This bastard knew something.

"They seem to be doing very well for themselves, the Nephtis Tribe taking them in with open arms just like that. Your mother must be so proud, I hear her other son is becoming quite the young warrior."

All the oceans came crashing down upon Valdrin as he processed what Lord Bedo had just muttered. It couldn't be true, with how big and vast the ocean is, he refused to believe that they had miraculously tracked down his family. Before making the risky journey towards the Tsuri Tribe all those years ago, he had told them that if he didn't return after the designated time period, then they were to pack up and move to the far reaches of the Nephtis Tribe. There they were to lie low and essentially forget about him to ensure their own safety. Obviously he never ended up coming home from that trip.

"What was your brother's name again?" Bedo dragged out his words, tapping his chin for more dramatic flare.

Words were caught in Valdrin's throat as he silently begged him not to confirm that they had in fact found them by saying his dear younger sibling's name.

Don't say it..

"Jun something.."

No... please..

"Ah yes..." Bedo smirked, staring right into the merman's soul.

"Jungkook."

All the energy and willpower drained out of him as his greatest fear came to fruition. The one weakness that could have possibly let him slip was his loving mother and younger brother Jungkook. He knew Bedo and his crew would seek out the one thing that could break him in order to get what they wanted and they had achieved it.

"Where are they!? What have you done!?" He fired out, glancing around the place in hopes to see his two family members, praying they were alive and well. The two handlers under Maj and Calder restricted his movements and prevented him from diving over the table to interrogate and potentially cause harm to their leader.

"Nothing yet, provided that you agree to hold up your end of our deal," Lord Bedo replied in a more serious tone.

He skimmed his hand over the various tablets and scrolls on the table. "If you tell us where the rest are then I promise that no harm will come to them, hell, I'll even grant you a sizable amount of territory and a respectable position come the time of my ruling, you and your family will be drowning in riches."

"What makes you so sure that I know anything?"

"With your credibility, a revered scholar of his time and at such a young age too, your writings and research are the talk of the sea as we know it. If anyone would know the ins and outs of things it's the scholar from Tritosa. Regarding you were also there the night of the raid, consulting with the very family in question hiding one of the artifacts."

Valdrin's body slumped and if he wasn't being kept in such a tight hold by his accompanying guards then he would have sunk like a stone to the floor of the cave. Nothing seemed to be working out in his favour, he was cornered from all sides and the only way out was to cooperate. He was stuck between maintaining the life of his family or the future freedom of all merfolk. How does one individual possibly fathom that out.

He took a deep, pained breath, "If I agree to your terms, you have to swear in Poseidon's name that you won't lay one filthy finger on my mother or brother."

"You have my word, as the future King of Atlantis, your efforts will be rewarded come the resurrection of the great city. Otherwise we'll have to resort to more...drastic measures."

With little resolve, the previous scholar of Tritosa gave a brief and subtle nod of his head, eliciting a pleased grunt of approval from Bedo.

"Excellent! Glad to see that you've come to your senses, all your material is here if you need it for reference," he motioned to the table. "See to it that you don't let me down, otherwise the deal is off."

He looked towards Maj and Calder making the pair straighten their postures, "Send word out to the unit to not engage, his precious little family is safe until further notice."

"Right away my Lord!" Maj sounded out, bowing to his waist shortly followed by his second in command once he was nudged on the shoulder by his superior.

"You're dismissed."

"Not so high and mighty now are ya, now that your family's involved," Maj whispered into Valdrin's ear as he passed him.

"The look of fear suits him," Calder added, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

The silver finned guard proceeded to scold his companion's remark, pushing Calder along with him and out of the gigantic cave."Oh shut up about your weird fantasies."

As they left, Bedo settled both his hands firmly on the table, maintaining a stoic and domineering look towards Valdrin. "So my friend, where shall we start?"

Taking a deep breath as the salty water around him filtered through his gills, the scholar submitted to his commands.

"What would you like to know?"

He would do anything to keep his loved ones away from harm, even if he had to doom the rest of merkind.

Mother...

Kook...

I will keep you alive!

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 6 months

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x03 I’m No Angel

“One good looking homeless guy” “Did he just swallow the toothpaste?” “umm” “might want to say something to somebody; otherwise they’re going to think Cas did it” “Who’s robe?”

It’s the dead guy robe “Same guy? TEP?” “oh shit” laughter

“Dean’s hair is way too big today. It’s a ploof” “There’s that anti-religion propaganda” “was that one or two?” “Does she just explode?” “oh hell yeah brother” “truly brainwashed” “technically wouldn’t the radius of days be different in any one direction for any terrain? Just saying” “it’s not like Cas can fly” laughter

“You’re fkn telling me, Cas” “some random blown out bus from a different set?” “I wouldn’t be able to sleep with that kind of music going on in the background either. Fuck me” “killed another one” laughter “Jesus Christ” “were those dragons fucking?” No they’re dancing

“It’s got 6 legs” “time to steal some street meat” “you’d be able to walk into a tattoo parlor and say I need this now?” some of them yeah

“He doesn’t hide in plain sight very well” “BOOBAS” 🎶sensory overload🎶

That’s how you know he’s autistic

“How is sitting in a wooden fkn pew going to help with anything?” laughter

“Fkn weird ass question to ask a grieving lady” “except the ones listening will murder your ass so don’t” “that’s 3 syllables” “how do you know to skip over the commercial?” “I thought he said how big of a Reese’s does this guy have/“ “I like candy but I wouldn’t get in the van though” “you’re getting fucked now” “gotta get his street meat” “Detroit style hot dog”

“That’s what happens when I see boobies half the time. I don’t see the label either. I just see boobies” “that’s the serial killer stare” As a human female presenting person, I would not invite a strange man into my one bedroom apartment. I don’t care how nice and handsome he is. male presenting nipple

Laughter “is this the part you send him back now?” there it is! male presenting nipples

“Cas has such a weird way of communicating.” “What’s Plan B?” “boobies” “what the fuck” “She like half-stabbed him” “He’s still stabbed” laughter

“You’re fucked now” laughter

“Yeah this works. Keep your story going” “Didn’t Dean say something about the water pressure when they first got there?” laughter

Laughter

I hate this part

“Don’t give it away!!” “You hate that they have to kick him out?” “Why can’t anyone in the show be honest? You can’t stay. Explain why”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s9

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Able, Lucifer & Sam

August 27, 2022

Sam

A constant beep beep beep sound was the first thing I became aware of as I returned to consciousness; the pain in my head was the second, damn it was pounding. Opening my eyes, it took a few seconds before I was able to make out the Bunker’s MedBay. Partially sitting up I glanced towards the noise and was able see it came from a heart rate monitor. Oh good…guess that means I’m still alive. I was about to lay back down, when I saw movement and turned my head too damn fast to see what it was. Shit! Beside me on another gurney was Ruby, and seeing her suddenly brought back the memories of OZ. Ruby?

Ruby

Hearing my name, I slowly become aware of being on some sort of bed and I hear beeping noises. My eyelids are heavy and don’t want to open. After some difficulty, I manage to get them open and look around. Where am I? Looking over, I see Sam on another bed.

Sam

You okay? Pulling the leads stuck to my chest off, I reached over and turned off the monitor. Any idea what happened to us?

Ruby

“I think I’m ok. I, I don’t remember.” Trying to think is difficult. I feel like my brain is wrapped in cotton. I get vague snippets of a presence inside my head. Was it real or just a dream? I decide not to tell Sam, for now.

“Are YOU okay?”

Sam

I’m fine, at least I think I’m fine. Gotta terrible headache…I wonder how long we’ve been out. I look around wondering where the others are

Ruby

Sitting up, I take the monitor leads off and shut off the machine. “It doesn’t feel like very long. I’m not stiff like I’ve spent days laying here.”

Mary

sits in the map room with Ellen and Jo

Sam

Man, I understand the headache, my psyche seemed to throw up the complete Evil Hit Parade. I tip my head back, trying to stretch out tight neck muscles. Bad dreams I guess. Sights from Hell and being locked in the cage… but underlying all of it was this great… I don’t know how to describe it… thirst, I guess. Saying the words out loud, brought with them the realization that the thirst part of my nightmares wasn’t fading and was going to force me to address it.

Mary

sits in the map room with Ellen and Jo

Ellen

at the table with Mary and jo. I hear a commotion going on as I follow the noise I'm soo surprised to see Sam & Ruby awake well hey you 2! excited I leave to call to Charlie

Mary

Sam! Oh thank goodness you're awake. Calls Dean into the room

Sam? Ruby? You’re awake!

Sam

Guys, guys… no big deal. Neither of us were hurt this time and it’s not like I haven’t been knocked down in a fight before. It’s fine.

Mary

Dean, Sam's awake

Ellen

taking my phone out I go to call Charlie on the other end I hear "Pizza Hut, how can I help you. oh shit wrong number. Ok Google call Charlie. Charlie’s cell phone starts ringing

I’m surprised Sam Got so annoyed.

Sam

Alright, you know what? I shake my head, and stand up from the gurney. I’m going to go and take a shower. I can still smell OZ all over me. Without waiting for any of them to reply. I head for the door, passing Ruby I stop to give her arm a reassuring squeeze before going to my own room.

Charlie

answering the phone as I’m driving from Best Buy hey Ellen what’s up?

Why was Sam so upset?

Mary

calls Dean hey Dean your brother is awake

Ellen

Hey! Just thought I'd tell ya Sam and ruby are awake!

Dean

answers the phone that’s great I’m on my way!

Charlie

What?!? That’s amazing!! I’ll be there soon!! ending the call I speed up a bit more to get home

Dean

I get in the impala and head back to the bunker speeding

Ellen

picks and calls pizza hut back

Ruby

After Sam heads for the shower, I feel like the walls are closing in around me. I have to get out of here!

“I need to go. Tell Sam I’ll be back later.” Without giving them a chance to stop me, I pop into my apartment.

Patience

coming back from a walk I head to med bay only to see empty beds wait what where are Ruby and Sam

Sam is I’m the shower and Mary said Ruby went home

Mary

Ruby went home

Patience

wondering was that a good idea was she checked over

Mary

I don't think. She just left before we could stop her

Charlie

pulling into the bunker I park my car, leaving the bags inside for later and run in

Dean

I pull up to the bunker running inside SAMMY! SAM! Where’s Sammy? SAMMY!!!

Charlie

I get to the bottom of the stairs after being nearly run over by dean

Patience

wringing my hands thinking it was not a good idea Ruby left

Charlie

heading into med bay I start checking a few things and cleaning the room

Dean

Where's SAMMY?? HELLLOOOOO WHERE THE HELL IS HE

Mary

Shower

Sam is acting very strange

Charlie

You think? I mean he’s been through a lot…

Mary

Sam's acting strange

Charlie

I’m sure he’s fine, he’s a Winchester grins but I’ll gladly check him over when he gets out of the shower

Patience

pacing back and forth worries about Ruby

Mary

His reaction when he left was violent

That’s what I thought also

Charlie

I’ll check him out, I promise

Ruby

Once at home, I take a moment to feel the quiet of the apartment and calm my nerves. I can’t help but have a sensation that I have leftover feelings from something that happened while in Oz but can’t remember. The more I chase the memory, the farther away it gets.

Going into the kitchen, I fill the kettle with water, set it on the stove, and turn the flame on high. Waiting for the kettle, I sit at the table and try to make sense of what happened in Oz. I haven’t had anything like that happen in a long time. In fact, the last time was… A stabbing pain shoots through my head as if a hot poker had been run through it. Suddenly I see an image in my mind….Lucifer! My heart begins to pound. I can see him in my head as if I’m right there with him!

Lucifer

I smirk at her reaction Did ya miss me?

Ruby

I am shocked at his appearance. He looked disheveled and definitely worse for wear. What has happened to him?

Lucifer

Aww cmon now... it's time to play nice and pay up. And hey- maybe if you're good I'll bring along your little playmate.. Sammy.

Ruby

Confused, I ask, “What are you talking about?”

Lucifer

Oh I've got so many plans. And I can't wait to share them with you This time I'm getting a Winchester on my team-- and not that wimpy Adam.

Ruby

Before I can stop myself, I spit out, “You bastard!” Lucifer throws me against a wall and holds me there.

Lucifer

I snarl at her, a feral grin Oh you're going to cooperate. Or my associate and I, will make damn sure you pay.

Ruby

Gritting my teeth, and against my better judgment, I nod my head.

Sam

They shower had helped ease the pain in my head and I was hoping that a monster cup of coffee would finish the job. Pouring it, I take the mug and go back into the map room to sit down and drink it.

Patience

sitting at the map table with some of the group and Sam. Sam take your time but try and think if you remember anything from Oz.

Mary

Do you remember anything about what happened in Oz Sam?

Sam

Patience, I remember seeing Amara, and that's pretty much it

Patience

Amara!! That a lot maybe you might remember more later we hope.

Sam

No sorry, you guys are going to have to be the ones to fill me in

Dean

That’s it? How do you not remember anything that happened?

Sam

Give Dean that Really look Oh I don't know Dean, maybe because I wasn't conscious for it

Dean

I’m just saying you dont remember what happened before?

Sam

Look, I’ve shared everything I can remember about being over there, alright. I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re wanting to hear, you can just… Clamping my mouth shut on the sharp words that almost made their way out. I stand up from the table. Just drop it for tonight, okay. I go back to my room.

Dean

I look at Mary I’m a bit concerned about Sammy’s behavior I’m gonna call Ellen I call Ellen listening to the phone ring

Mary

I have a feeling something strange is going on too Dean

Ellen

hearing my phone ring oh hey Dean how the hell are ya?

Henry

counties eating my fries glad to have a fun day for once who is it ?

Dean

Hey Ellen, hey can you come to the bunker? Its Sam. He’s acting really weird and not himself

Ellen

That was fun huh kiddo. It's dean

Ellen

Oh man Dean I don't know. The kid and I just started to eat. We had a great day and wanna continue it.

Henry

Oh, what's wrong? looks up at her

Ellen

And it's Sam. I'm sure Sam is just fine. Maybe just needs a walk.

Ellen

putting my hand over the receiver it's Sam.. Dean says he's not acting like himself and asked us to come.

Dean

Yeah he’s acting weird like male PMS or something

Henry

We are going. If dean says Sam is not ok he's not ok. grabs my basket of food and coat. Heads out the door already in the car

Ellen

bewildered look about henry ok Dean were on our way! hangs up the phone alright kiddo let's go!

Ruby

Once Lucifer has vanished, I am shaking. Just when I thought being tangled up with Lucifer was over, he comes back into my life to mess it up! And like always, I have no choice but to go along with his plans! I have to see Sam! Popping directly to his room, I see him laying on the bed with his eyes closed and his jaw is clenched. “Hey, Sam.”

Sam

Laying on the bed with my hands behind my head and eyes closed, I look like I’m sleeping to anyone who might come checking on me. My only outward sign of agitation was the movement of my right foot back and forth, but I was certainly far from relaxed. At the sound of Ruby’s voice so close, I bolt upright. Ruby! Sitting up and swinging my legs off the bed, I can’t hide the irritation racing through me. Where the hell have you been? I came back from the shower, and they said you’d just vanished. What was I supposed to think?

Ruby

“Sorry!” I say snidely, “I just had to get out of here. Everything was closing in on me!”

Sam

I run my hands through my hair. I know what you mean. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to take it out on you. Ruby, I can’t explain it, but whatever happened to us while we were in OZ has just driven this need of mine to an insane level. I can’t believe it’s gotten to this already.

Ruby

Knowing that might be a problem, I planned ahead. Without saying anything, I reach into my pocket and take out a vial, handing it to him.

Sam

I could have kissed her in that moment if I wasn’t already trying to get the top off the vial and drinking it down. This time I could feel the numbing heat all the way through my body. Breathing heavy as if I’d been running. I grab Ruby’s arm. Ruby, I need to get out of here…

Ruby

Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I set mine next to his on the nightstand. I lock the bedroom door and holding onto his arm, I pop us out of there.

Ellen

pulling up to the bunker with kid Hey let's get inside.

Patience

seeing Henry and Ellen coming in hey you 2 can I get you a drink or cookies for you Henry

Ellen

walking in with Henry and our food no thanks we brought our own. So what's going on? start to eat my fries

Henry

jumps out and runs inside what's happening? No thanks not at the moment. What if Sam I came for him

Mary

I'm not sure what's going on with Sam exactly.

Charlie

coming out of med bay with sheets of printouts from the monitors I lay them on the table to study them

Dean

walk out if medbay with Charlie

Patience

looking even more worried about Sam what does it mean

Charlie

after studying them I point out to the group look at all the jumps in his heart rate—he was asleep… something was eating at him even then…. pulling out Ruby’s hers too….

Ellen

All those spikes there showing patience one of the print outs means something had him worked up for sure.

Mary

I'm not familiar with anything that can target a demon and a human. What could it be

I agree. Although I wonder what it could’ve been. He was asleep.

Dean

Well.... It looks like we got some work to do....but first.... I wanna check on Sammy! I run to Sammy’s room and knock on the door SAMMY! HEY SAMMY OPEN UP! Getting no answer HENRY come pick the lock before I kick this damn door in!

Henry

On it! runs and fiddles around the lock and gets it open wakey wakey... Looks like he's gone

Dean

walk into the room seeing it empty and their phones on the bed SON OF A BITCH!

Ellen

walking up behind dean and henry What's going on Dean

Dean

They are fucking gone and their phones are here! Sam never leaves his damn phone!

Ellen

seeing how pissed dean is I'll go tell Charlie turns away to go let Charlie know what they found getting back to Charlie. Charlie, Sam is gone and they phone 2 phones on the bed.

Charlie

sighs that’s really odd… they’ve never left me without a way to track them… they know how important that is! Damn it! ….

Dean

I come out ranting its gotta fucking be ruby! Why the hell would he leave without his damn phone! Where the fuck did she taken him to now???

Patience

shaking my head why would Ruby do anything as stupid to compromise the team it doesn't make sense?

Henry

Once a demon always a demon. Their only out for themselves

Ruby’s gotta know that taking Sam is like taking an important limb.

Mary

What are some of his favorite places to go. Maybe we can look there

Dean

I swear she gains trust just to fuck us over again That will take way too damn long to find him!

Charlie

At this point, Dean …. It’s our only option!

Patience

the vision suddenly is gone and I tell the team what I saw

Lucifer

walking up a couple of stairs, I make my way to an apartment door and knock gently. I glance around myself, then an unseen figure opens up the door. I immediately lean in a bit, lowering my voice and leaning on the door frame. It's time... we need to rebuild my army again. I smirk And as my favorite recruit- I reach through the doorway and poke the unseen man in the chest with my finger - I want you to lead it. I already have the first few prospects chosen, but they cannot know I am involved. Here... I hand him an envelope I pull from inside of my jacket, with the address to an abandoned warehouse not too far and a time later in the evening

I'll begin my meetings there. Do not make the chances that I took in Heaven, be all for nothing. I give him a stern glare in warning then dissipate into thin air

Ellen

dramatically speaking why is it when you 2 are involved Dean, The world has to be ending. giving him a slight shove of the shoulder

Charlie

Well I guess it’s just another apocalypse we have to stop…. shrugs

Dean

Really? I didn’t choose this shit it chose us

Sam

Walking from the kitchen to the living room, Crowley make a move to go between my feet and I nudge him across the room with a little more force than I meant to. Looking up I see Ruby’s face, and I know she saw it too. Shit, sorry, sorry.. Continues to pace. I should be fine by now. This has never happened before. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin!

Ruby

Trying to reassure him, I tell him, “It’s likely due to the magic of Oz, and it should settle soon.”

Sam

Yeah, well SOON can’t be soon enough for me

Ruby

I say with a sigh, “I may know someone.”

Sam

Stops cold You wanna share with the rest of the class?

Ruby

Snaping at him I remark, “I could have just left you at the bunker.”

Sam

Drops down to sit on the sofa and hangs my head in my heads. Taking a deep breath to keep the snark out of my tone, I look back up and try to be pleasant Can we go already…

Ruby

Looking at him, knowing he isn’t as repentant as he seems, I tell him “I need to take care of something first, but as soon as I get back, we’ll go.

Sam

Fine! Lays back against the sofa and closes my eyes.

Ruby

I pop over to where Lucifer is.

Lucifer

I give ruby a bored smile Well.. look what the cat drug in... through the mud. Looking a little worse for wear there.

Ruby

Holding my tongue, I tell him she Sam is ready for the meeting.

Lucifer

Perfect...everything is all set up. Here. This is where they'll be held. I toss her a scrap paper with the address scribbled on it

Ruby

Taking it, I stuff it in my pocket.

Lucifer

Crazy, how intense Sammy's cravings have gotten lately. Huh...

Ruby

I look at him sharply! “What have you done?!”

Lucifer

I shrug then fake a glance at my wrist like I'm wearing a watch Would ya look at that. Tik tok- times a little short. Think you need to be on your way now sweetheart.

Mary

looks out the window for any sign of Sam from in the Impala

Dean

driving around stopping at different places that they would normally go coming up empty handed son of a bitch Sammy where the hell are you?

Ellen

in the impala with the team having no luck finding Sam and ruby

Patience

riding with Henry and Charlie in Henry's truck

Ellen

Dean let's stop and get a milk shake. I mean we're right here by sonic..

Henry

driver around nowhere it’s like he vanished. Meet back up with the others?

Charlie

in the middle seat of the truck I direct Henry to turn left that Mexican place ruby likes is just up here… let’s check jt

Patience

Should we go to his favorite bar next Charlie?

Dean

Yeah maybe I’m just....I dont know I need to find Sammy

Mary

Does he only have one phone? Or just the one?

Charlie

nods ruby loves food… there are a ton of places here in town they frequent so we will need to check them all

Mary

more than one

Henry

pulls into the parking lot. Gets out and walks inside hey we are looking for a black haired girl

Patience

nods in agreement

Ellen

I know kid, I know but his usual antics don't seem to be working.. let's try his next place he would go

Bar Patron

looks around there’s a girl in the booth over there… maybe she’s who you want? points to a lady of around 45 in the booth in the far corner

Dean

stop into another place i think of and go inside checking if either have been seen and get turned down yet again coming back to the car damnit! This is starting to piss me off this isn’t like him

Mary

looks around for Sam not having any luck Hey Dean. Does he have more than one phone or just one?

Ellen

watching Dean getting angry, (something I don't like to see). I feel for him and love for Sam he has. All I could do was be thankful I have my jo and friends and family. we'll find him Dean. was all I could offer

Henry

Ok thanks we will check it out turns towards Charlie

Patience

looking around the bar with Charlie

Dean

I can try the numbers I know but... Doubt we will have any luck he might have gotten a nee burner

Charlie

I walk over to the booth and see it’s not Ruby not her… let’s check the bar next door…

Mary

Do any have what you all call GPS?

Dean

I try to call the different numbers of burners we used to use to attempt to call Sam

Ellen

He left that phone at home Mary.

Patience

following Charlie to the bar next door. Charlie, we have to find them

Charlie

heading outside I walk to the next door bar, it’s seedy and run down and I do my best not to touch anything let’s make this fast…

Patience

Yes ma'am

Mary

Okay. I just thought it would help find him.

Henry

Good idea because I’m running out of hope of finding them drops my hoodie off inside my truck

Dean

checking GPS on them also with no luck and no answer nothing

Charlie

I look around the bar and see a few patrons, a tall man is at the back so I step closer only to realize he’s drunk and around 65…. Definitely not Sam…I turn and high tail it out of the bar

Patience

walks into the bar thinking what a dump Charlie this looks like some place they'd go they'd think we would not look in a dump like it Right beside you

Dean

walk into a bar and grab a glass of whiskey while I ask around on if they’ve been seen still coming up empty handed I take a few more shots before leaving still not a damn thing!

Ellen

Let's go check this hotel and any aliases

Charlie

sighs as we get back outside I don’t know what they’re up to… and it’s not like they left us any clues….. where is that diner they like Henry? Can you drive there?

Mary

Continues looking for Sam. Checks with locals to see if they saw Sam. Not having any luck

Dean

Sure I’m um gonna go down and check that bar there real quick if you wanna go to the hotel?

Henry

I don’t remember the name nor directions to get there. Plus, I’m almost out of gas. gets inside the truck and puts it into gear

Patience

getting back in the trunk

Charlie

I’ll put gas in the truck, but we can’t just stop… it’s Sam… sighs never mind you can go to the library and wait I’m going to keep looking

Ellen

Sounds good walking across the street to the hotel I go in and see no one. But a little bell sign that says ring for service. ring ring ring ring

Dean

I walk down and enter the bar growing more worried and aggravated I order another line of shots and down them before asking around, still coming up with nothing, pissed I walk past a guy who bumps into me watch it bitch! the guy sucker punches me so I grab him and throw him slamming him into the pool table and take off out the door and to the hotel meeting up with Ellen with a busted lip Anything?

Henry

Ok but first gas stop drives to the gas station and pulls up to the pump

Patience

If you don't mind Charlie I'll continue with you

Ellen

No one seems to be around. Why don't you go behind the counter and check the log book

Mary

checks in a bar. Not having any luck finding Sam or Ruby. Goes to meet up with the others

Charlie

I keep walking and check out every business along the strip, a bookstore, gas station, another bar and a shopping mall not finding anything I turn to Patience I’m going to text Ellen, maybe we should all meet and regroup…. Wonder if anyone else had better luck than we did? grabbing my phone I text Ellen let’s meet at the library, bring coffees

Dean

Yeah well that bar we need to hurry i may have some douchebag looking for me hey wait did anyone check Ruby’s apartment?

Patience

nods I agree Charlie

Ellen

checking my phone as it starts to go off hey Dean it's Charlie. They came up empty too. She said let's meet at the library. But we need to stop and Hortons and grab some coffees first.

Charlie

I walk toward the library and look for Henry

Henry

drives to the library and takes a cat nap while waiting on the others mmm cookies. How much longer I'm bored. These things always end up with some demon thing

Mary

That's a good idea. We definitely need the energy

Dean

Ok fine let’s go heading out to the car

Patience

walking with Mary

Ellen

grabbed the coffees. We see the others getting out of Henry's truck as we're pulling in

Charlie

I see Ellen and Dean and give a wave

Dean

confused but get out of the impala hey Charlie, feeling my lip

Mary

walks with you to get coffee

Charlie

Hey dean…. Any luck??

Ellen

handing Charlie and the others their coffee

Dean

Um besides a fat lip.....no

Charlie

taking the coffee I take a sip thanks Ellen, and leave it to you dean to find a fight when we’re looking for your brother…..

Ellen

Hope the other girl looks worse than you. I say jokingly to Dean

Henry

gets out of my truck from everyone's loud voices 5 more minutes. Any luck?

Dean

I didn’t do it he pushed past me hitting me said something he punched me then I may have sent him through the pool table

Charlie

I’ve checked restaurants, bars, convenience stores and bakeries…. And I’ve found nothing

Dean

HE went through the pool table

Patience

Absolutely nothing I'm getting really worried

Mary

The people I talked to didn't see either of them.

Charlie

Didn’t realize how many rundown places were around here

Ellen

Ok! Calm down before I pull my gun ya.

Dean

I need to fucking find him! This isn’t like him at all no burners work nothing

Charlie

sighs I know Dean, he’s not one that just disappears normally….

Ellen

Or without a phone..

Charlie

watching the people walking up and down the street

Dean

Yeah last time he did was with her....coincidence? Would explain a whole hell of a lot

Patience

watching and listening to people walking passed us

Charlie

But Ruby has done so much good for us… and you immediately assume she’s guilty? Messed up sense of friendship I guess….

Dean

She’s still a fucking demon and she was supposedly his "friend" then! And that’s when we started the apocalypse and final seal was broken or have you forgotten that damnit!

Charlie

I wasn’t here then… and maybe she’s changed…. I mean luci isn’t here anymore….

Dean

Yeah how else do you explain it???

Patience

But what about seeing her in my head and Luci was talking?

Henry

Can we not argue. Maybe a demon got them or something trying to be helpful

Charlie

scoffs well I don’t really have a good answer…

Dean

There’s that..... What patience said....her visions aren’t wrong

Mary

I agree with Henry. I heard about him drinking demon blood What if that's what is going on?

Cain

walking up the steps

Dean

I see and run after you hey!

Charlie

seeing Dean take off I reach out to grab him, but miss and take off running

Cain

turning. Can I help you?

Henry

Who are you?

Mary

follows you who is that

Patience

running with the rest of the team to catch up to Dean

Dean

You son of a bitch! Dont play stupid i went through hell because of your stupid mark! That was one hell of a fucking ride

Cain

only grinning at the child’s question

Ellen

shit happening too fast we see Charlie taking off after Dean as we all start to catch up to them we can hear Dean going off on Cain

Mary

What mark are you talking about

Charlie

I watch as dean converses with someone he seems to know

Cain

confused look crosses my face as I look you over

Henry

I guessing some powerful being

Dean

Hey dumbass! You know what the hell I’m talking about

Ellen

stopping next to Charlie what the hell is going on? I kinda whisper to her

Cain

a smirk crosses my face as I snap my fingers as if remembering DEAN WINCHESTER! You’re right , I shouldn’t have given you the mark .

Patience

walking up to where Charlie is and listening to Dean go round and round in argument with this strange man

I walk over to my mom, worried about Dean

Cain

There’s ALWAYS a weaker brother, I guess we found out the hard way that one is YOU Dean

Ellen

put my arm around her

Charlie

confused by the cryptic comments I whisper to Ellen you don’t think he’s got Sam?

Dean

I’m not weak you bastard! That fucking mark caused a lot of damn problems. I should have killed you.

I look at my mom And give her a half grin

Ellen

No. Cain is pretty upfront. No surprises. Idk what this has to do with Sam though...

Charlie

Can’t just be a coincidence…. I thought he was dead….

Mary

What mark is he talking about?

Charlie

That’s Cain… as in the mark of Cain Biblical stuff

Cain

Your too weak to handle the responsibility that comes with the mark. You nearly killed your friends, and your family. You gave in to the mark after begging for it. You blame me, but you demanded it, and you got what you deserved. turning if you’ll excuse me I have an appointment with people much more important than puny, whiny hunters. walking away

Ellen

starts thinking why the hell is Cain here anyway. He likes to keep to himself alone. I don't know Charlie.

Patience

Do you mean as in Cain and Abel. What!!!

Dean

Yeah I wasn’t weak I needed it to stop evil and it made me worse!

Mary

The Cain that killed his brother?

Gabe

The mark only amplifies what’s truly inside you vanishing from sight, my last words a whisper on the wind and inside you is weakness

Patience

Holy shit

Ruby

I pop us outside the meeting place, wishing we could be any place else but here.

Sam

I feel the sidewalk beneath my feet and look around to see we’re suddenly standing on a corner in front of a Lawyer’s office, and a small chuckle escapes me. Is this your way of telling you want a divorce?

Ruby

I shove him, “Asshole!” Brushing past him, I walk inside.

Lucifer

I watch them from afar, faint smile on my lips and gleam in my eye ... this time, it'll work out just perfectly.

Sam

I follow Ruby down the hall and into a room. Just as I step inside I see Cain and don’t quite believe it. What the hell? Looking back at Ruby, I can’t believe that she tricked me like this. You knew he was here? What’s going on Ruby? You’d better start talking right now or I’m out of here…

Cain

kicking back me feet up on the desk good to see you too Samuel . You’re not exactly what I expected

Ruby

I try to stop him, grabbing his arm, “Calm down Cowboy! Let’s hear him out.”

Gabe

rolling up my sleeve

Able

I think you’re confusing me with my brother Cain , I’m Able .

Sam

Wait, what? I look over at Ruby

Able

standing up from behind my desk I walk towards Sam well, maybe Lucifer was wrong about one thing . You stroke me as the stronger brother, but he also said you were the smart one. Let me start from the top.

Sam

I know that story, dumbass... why are we all standing here listening to this?

Able

Grabbing Sam by the throat and slamming him against the wall lifting him off his feet with one hand glaring up at him If you knew half of what you think , you string bean, big mouthed worthless vessel, you wouldn’t have walked in thinking I was Cain!

After my brother killed me I spent my eternity watching my brother, Cain, grow in celebrity caused by that wretched book of Charles, or as you called him chuck. Seeing Cain grow powerful, training his knights, the envy grew until as a deadly sin I knew I wasn’t long for heaven. While Gabriel was gone his brother, Lucifer found me. Cain having abandoned him, and when he asked me to train the new knights of hell I jumped at the chance

Ruby

"Let's everyone stay focused! We have work to do so get your hands off of him! If we want this to work out, Sam is just as much a part as we are."

Sam

Holding completely still but not taking my eyes from Able's

Able

nodding at Ruby I drop Sam on his ass walking away and talking over my shoulder I can fix everything Samuel, but only if you agree to work with me and become a knight of hell. Sam not even worth turning to look at I fold my arms behind my back looking out the window the choice is yours but this is the ONLY time I will offer this to you turning back I do so hope you make the right decision

Sam

Getting slowly to my feet, suddenly understanding what's at play here... at least I think I do. What's the bigger picture? Seems like Hell's pretty well defended...

Able

I train you, more than you’ve ever known and to be able to do more than you ever thought possible, and you become a knight of hell. All will be revealed in time. What do you say?

Sam

Looking at Ruby, I can see that she believes what he’s saying and the carrot of being able to do more than I can do now is a strong pull. Stepping forward, I turn and hold out my hand, willing to trust Ruby and take the gamble.

Able

grinning as I take your hand shaking it let’s get started

Ruby

Glancing out the window, I catch sight of Lucifer. I can’t stop the feeling of dread in my stomach. I hope I’m doing the right thing I tell myself.

Ellen

sitting at a diner with the team trying to come up with a plan to find Sam

Dean

sitting in the coffee shop sipping my coffee why can i not figure out where my brother is? And why the hell was Cain here??

Charlie

sitting at a table with my coffee in hand and an untouched piece of pie in front of me

Patience

gathering at the coffee house with the rest of the team worried about what bad is coming and will we be prepared

Ellen

I can’t think of anywhere else to look. sips my coffee

Mary

sits with the others in the coffee shop. Not sure where Sam is at

Charlie

I’m at a loss now…. sighs glancing out the window

Henry

I guess we can start the list of possible kidnappers of demons. swirls my straw boardly. Wishing to get back to that new book I’m reading

Dean

This shit is pissing me off more and more he just doesn’t do this

Patience

giving Charlie a nod. What do we do where do we start?

Dean

Do you think somebody is trying to make them work for them?

Charlie

I don’t even know this time…. Usually I have an idea …. But blank….

Sam

Leaving the meeting, I told Ruby that I just needed to have a few minutes alone before we head home. Taking off towards town I just walk and let the breeze clear my head.

Mary

I don't even know what to do

Henry

looks out the window What the.. Sam!!! yells and accidentally makes a cup go flying

Patience

Somehow I get the feeling that for whatever reason Ruby really is trying to help Sam just a hunch

Ellen

Wait what henry!?

Dean

What?!? looking out the window damnit! run out of the coffee shop after Sam SAMMY!

Charlie

seeing what Henry is looking at I throw some cash on the table and go outside

Barista

If you didn’t like it we could have just made you a new one!

Ellen

watching Dean take off out the door. Again hey wait for us! i yell

Patience

running with the others outside fuck leave it to me to trip over my own feet

Dean

I catch up to Sam DUDE WHAT THE HELL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Mary

follows the others outside the coffee shop trying to catch up to Sam

I catch up to Sam and Dean. Sam? We’ve been so worried

Henry

To be honest I don't really like coffee. But our missing friend is back so I gotta go now runs out the door not wanting to have an awkward conversation

Mary

grabs my coffee and puts cash on the table

Sam

I just keep walking

Henry

makes Sam float with my telekinesis guys get him

Ellen

running after the rest of the team

Dean

I grab you to try to stop you SAMMY LOOK AT ME

Dean, look at that new tattoo on Sam’s arm

Barista

Writes goofy spoiled brat on a few cups for when the brat comes back and goes to get them mop flipping you the finger as you go and no tip?? Cheap bastards

Dean

looking at Sam’s arm SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL?!?! Something is most definitely about to go down we need to go back to the bunker and figure this shit out!

To be continued ….

……………………………………………..

1. Sam and Ruby wake in med bay, disoriented and irritated. Sam asks Ruby what happened in Oz, and Ruby is shocked to learn she can’t remember, but she has a heavy feeling of someone listening to her thoughts, but isn’t quite ready to tell Sam. Sam however starts telling ruby about the dreams he had while he was out, and how his thirst for demon blood seems to be taking over every conscious thought that he had. Ellen, jo and Mary have been sitting at the map table, hearing the commotion they come in and are overjoyed that Sam and Ruby are awake. Mary calls dean, and Ellen calls Charlie. After hearing the news they head straight back to the bunker. Sam tells everyone to chill out, it wasn’t the first time he’d been taken out in a fight. Jo is surprised at how violent his outburst appears, Sam shakes his head and goes to shower.

2. Ruby makes an excuse and says she needs to go back to her apartment, while the others wait for dean and Charlie. Patience comes in from a walk, and sees the empty beds and asks where Sam and Ruby are. Jo tells her Sam went to shower and Mary says ruby has gone home. Patience wonders if that is a good idea, since no one has checked her over yet. Just then dean and Charlie come back in, Dean immediately starts yelling through the bunker for Sammy while Charlie heads into med bay. Mary and Jo tell her that Sam is acting strange. Patience is still worried that Ruby took off so fast, Charlie calms them and says she will check Sam over when he’s back.

3. Ruby is back at her apartment. She makes herself a cup of tea and is trying to make sense of what she saw while she was asleep. She hadn’t felt anything quite that strong in ages, suddenly she’s stuck with a sharp pain inside her head, and it all becomes clear as luci appears in her mind. (The rest happens in Ruby’s mind) Ruby is shocked at his appearance and he asks her if she’s missed him. Ruby retorts and Luci tells her it’s time to play nice and pay up, and if she’s good, he will bring along her playmate Sammy. Ruby gets defensive and tells him to leave Sam alone but Luci only laughs and tells Ruby he has so many plans, and can’t wait to share them with her… this time he’d be getting a Winchester on his team, and not that wimp Adam. Ruby makes a remark and Luci grabs her and holds her against a wall, telling her she’d better cooperate or he and his associate would make her pay. Ruby, gritting her teeth agrees but against her better judgement.

4. Back at the bunker, Sam has gotten out of the shower and gotten a cup of coffee, sitting at the map table. Dean, patience, Mary and jo are asking him what he can remember from Oz. Sam doesn’t remember anything after seeing Amara, the more questions he is asked the more irritated he gets until he storms off away from the table and into his room. Dean is concerned about his behavior and says so to Mary, and tells her he is going to call Ellen. Ellen is at the roadhouse with Henry, having promised him a fun day they had gone to an amusement park. They were just sitting down with some food when the phone rang. Ellen answers and dean tells her he’s worried about Sam and she needs to come over, Ellen begins to protest and Henry asks her what is wrong. When she tells him it is Sam, Henry doesn’t waste a minute and tells her he’s ready to go. Ellen tells Dean they’ll be right there.

5. Ruby, back in her apartment is shaken by the mental meeting she had just had. Knowing she didn’t stand a chance against lucifer on her own, she had decided to go along with whatever plans he had. She composes herself and pops into Sam’s room at the bunker where he is laying on the bed, eyes closed-visibly annoyed. Ruby gets his attention and Sam is livid-asking how dare she leave him like that. Ruby apologizes and tells him she needed to Center herself before dealing with the rest of the team. Sam tells her he woke up craving like never before, and Ruby hands him a vial, Sam drinks it and says he needs to get out of there. Ruby obliges popping them both out before anyone realizes they’re missing.

6. Ellen and Henry arrive at the bunker, and head inside. Jo and Patience greet them and offer them coffee/drinks. They refuse and ask what is happening. Mary says she isn’t sure, but Dean is really confused. Henry asks what about Sam, that’s the whole reason he came. Charlie and dean walk out of med bay, Charlie is holding the print out of Sam’s heart monitoring while he was asleep, and she points out a lot of erratic jumps in his heart rate. Patience asks what that means and Ellen says something had him worked up. Jo agrees but wonders what since he was asleep. Mary says she isn’t familiar with anything that would target a human and a demon. Dean says it looks like they had some work to do then, but first he wanted to check on Sammy. He goes to his door and knocks, when no one answers Dean has Henry pick the locks and the room is empty! Both of their cell phones lie discarded on the bed.

7. Ellen walks in behind dean and Henry, then goes to tell Charlie they’ve left their phones. Charlie is upset as they never left her without a way to find them. Dean blames ruby, and patience asks why Ruby would do anything to compromise the team. Henry tells her once a demon always a demon, they’re always out for themselves. Jo says taking Sam, is like taking an important limb and ruby knows that. Mary starts asking what some of their favorite places were, maybe they could search some. Dean complains of how long that will take and Charlie says they don’t have a choice. Patience gets a vision: (Luci is going to play out this vision) Luci walks up to a big city apartment building and meets with a man, that cannot be seen. Luci tells the man it’s time to build the army again, and his favorite recruit he wanted him to lead it. He already had the first few prospects chosen, but they couldn’t know that he was involved. Luci gives him a note with an address and a time (make this up) and tells him that he will begin his meetings there. He threatens that this man had better not make the chances he took in heaven be in vain. Then he vanishes and patience’s vision ends. Patience tells them what she saw, and Ellen makes a comment on how the world is always ending with the Winchesters. Charlie says it’s just going to be another time we stop it.

8. Ruby and Sam are at the apartment. Sam is still agitated, and can’t understand what is going on with him. Ruby tells him it’s likely due to the magic of Oz, and it should settle soon. Sam says soon isn’t good enough, he wanted to fix it now. Ruby sighs, and says she may know someone. Sam retorts about when she was going to share that delightful bit of information, and ruby snaps at him saying she could have just left him at the bunker. Sam settles and asks when they can go. Ruby says she needs to take care of something first, but as soon as she is back, they’ll go. Sam grumbles and ruby pops to where lucifer is, lucifer smiles and makes a snide remark, ruby holds her tongue and tells him she has Sam ready for the meeting. Lucifer assures her it is all set up, and gives her the address. Ruby takes it and Luci makes a comment about Sam’s sudden intense cravings, and ruby wants to know what he had done. Lucifer shrugs and says time is short, and sends ruby on her way.

9. Dean, Ellen, Mary and Jo are in the impala, Henry, Charlie and patience are in Henry’s truck searching the area, all the restaurants and pubs that they knew of that Sam and ruby liked to go to. With no luck, they all park by the library and start to talk. Suddenly dean sees a familiar face as Cain walks up the steps. He turns and begins to run after him as Mary and Charlie try to stop him. The rest of the team catch up just as dean starts to tell Cain off about the whole “mark” business. (Free run with Cain a bit here-until Cain has to go because he has an appointment.

10. Sam and Ruby pop in front of what looks like a lawyer’s office. Sam questions ruby about where they are, Ruby responds telling him she knew what she was doing and takes them inside. Lucifer—who is watching from a distance, smiles and makes a comment to himself about it all working this time. Inside the building Sam and ruby make their way to a small office, inside they see Cain and Sam is furious and threatens to leave. Ruby tries to calm him as the man rolls up his sleeve and reveals himself, and how he got to be here, he promised Sam he could fix things for him, if he promised to work with him. Sam is concerned, and the man assured him he wouldn’t regret it. Sam shakes the man’s hand as lucifer watches unseen from the window (ruby can catch a glimpse and think to herself here)

11. The rest of the team is at a coffee shop, they’ve placed orders and discuss where Sam and Ruby might be. They all come up with a few ideas, but nothing that seemed like a real answer. Suddenly Henry sees Sam outside the window, and alerts the team. They all run after him, jo and dean manage to reach him but Sam acts like he doesn’t hear them. Jo notices the new “tattoo” on Sam’s arm as he walks away and she points it out to dean. Dean curses and says it looks like something is about to go down-they’d all better get back to bunker….

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certifiedskywalker · 3 years

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Trouble Doubled - Bucky Barnes

Even after everything, you’re still the person who Bucky Barnes runs to when things go bad. Only now, he brings Sam who fails to hide his grin when he sees how James melts under your touch.

WARNINGS: Blood, stitches, and TFATWS possible spoilers (I think I was vague enough)

“Ouch! That’s going to hurt in the morning!”

“Ha, it hurts now, actually,” Sam grumbled.

You pressed your lips together to stifle the grin that threatened to spill over them. Unable to help yourself, you glanced at Bucky in the hopes he too was biting back a grin. Stood by the door, slightly shrouded in shadow, you could make out the half smile that played on his lips. Though, his expression quickly melted into a grimace as Sam groaned. Reality quickly crashed back down on your shoulders and you turned back to the man laid on the table.

“You’re not going to like this.” Before Sam could ask what ‘this’ was, you began to palpate his wound. He flinched away from your reach at first, but then settled in the discomfort.

“Mm, yeah, no, that doesn’t feel good, Doc.”

“Not a doctor,” you said, still pressing lightly into the bruised flesh. “And I have to make sure you didn’t crack a rib. Otherwise, you’ll need a doctor.”

“Gotta work on your bedside manner,” Sam said as he winced. You pulled your hands away with a sigh and he met your eyes. “Bad?”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. Just try not to throw yourself off a building for the next few days. Think you guys can manage that?”

“Maybe. Harder to fly without jumping first.” Sam groaned once more as he sat up and the pain seemed to convince him to heed your warning. “We’ll try, Doc.”

You rolled your eyes at him before turning to look at Bucky. Still tucked in the darker corner of the room, he seemed small. His brows were knitted tightly together by worry and you imagined that, if he met your gaze, you would see concern in his eyes. Pushed forward by your own worry, you strode over to him. At your growing closeness, Bucky lifted his eyes to yours.

“Your turn.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

Despite his protest, Bucky did not lock himself in place. Instead, he gave in and let you lead him by the arm, over to the table. Sam eyed him with a wide grin as Bucky landed in the same spot he had sat in only moments ago. He mouthed something to the century-old soldier that you caught, but could not make out.

“What happened to taking it easy? You told me after, you know, that you would ease into things.” You gestured to the rags you had used to clean Sam’s more minor wounds; the fabric pieces were now dyed a reddish pink from blood. “That doesn’t seem like easing into it.”

“You didn’t see the other guy,” Sam quipped.

“I like to think you didn’t leave any of him left,” you fired back as you pinched Bucky’s chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”

Bucky did as you told him to and met your gaze. You took a sharp breath in at the sight of him, at how his pupils blew out slightly as you studied his reaction. All at once, the air around you grew thick. This close, you could smell the sweat and ash on his skin, along with hints of whatever air freshener he had in his apartment.

Was it coconut? Sandalwood? You couldn’t parse out which as you found yourself lost in the blues of Bucky’s eyes. The sound of Sam clearing his throat shook you from your haze.

“No signs of a concussion.”

“Really?” Sam asked, grin still plastered on his face. You raised a brow at him in question before you turned back to Bucky.

“Why? Did you hit your head?”

“No,” he said, clearly tired of Sam’s commentary, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Super soldier or not, a head wound is a head wound. Can you?” You gestured to his jacket and, with a sigh, Bucky pulled it off his shoulders.

“How do you two know each other again?” Sam asked, glancing around the room. “And why are we in an abandoned building.”

“Hard to trace us back here. Didn’t want to lead them to Y/N’s place,” Bucky said, tossing his jacket to the side. He winced as he did, and then you saw the blood.

“Barnes!"

With reaching hands, you peeled back the crimson-soaked material of his shirt. Your movement revealed a long gash along his side that, with each breath, sent dribbles of blood to his hip. Sam made a sound of surprise and mild disgust at the sight. You were inclined to agree with another shout, but you were too caught up in how to stop the bleeding.

“Lay back,” you ordered, pressing Bucky’s shoulder. He yielded and you pushed his shirt up to expose the entire length of the wound. “Why didn't you show this to me earlier?!”

“It’s not that bad.”

"You're bleeding," you huffed, "which is pretty indicative of bad, if you ask me. Sam?"

"This is not my battle,” he raised his hands and shook his head. “I know better than to intrude on a lover’s quarrel.”

Neither you nor Bucky spoke up to correct him. In your mind, you came up with a quick excuse: Bucky was bleeding and you needed to focus on stopping it. Sam’s comment could be corrected later. Though, when Bucky didn’t speak up, you felt your chest tighten. As you worked on dressing the gash, you glanced up at him and found his blue eyes trained on you. He was dwelling on your silence too.

You pulled yourself out of the whirlpool of his gaze and reached over his body towards your medical supplies. As you stretched, your chest pressed lightly against Bucky’s, but you swallowed hard and refocused.

“Sorry, need to sow you up.”

Bucky didn’t respond, but he did avert his gaze. He found some spot in the ceiling to stare at instead of you. His distraction allowed you to work without the prickling temptation to sneak glances at his features; for the most part. It was only when Sam moved to stand over at your side you did you look up from Bucky’s wound.

“What?”

“Nothing, just wondering how many times you’ve done this before.”

A bitter laugh slipped past your lips at his reply. “Too many times to count. If it’s not an Avenger, it’s a masked savior from Hell’s Kitchen. Someone always needs stitched up.”

“But James here is your favorite patient?”

“Sam.”

Bucky’s tone set you on edge. It was warning, cold, and unlike the teasing you had grown fond of. Sam, knowing better than to piss him off, backed away from the table. You looked from him to Bucky and back again. When Bucky did not dare to meet your gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat. Tension weighed down your tongue, stopped you from saying a word or asking a question, despite your want to.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, old man. I’ll check with Torres, see if he has anything.”

Bucky’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above you. He was quiet, like the first time you met, and distant. His gaze seemed far away, as if he were looking through the ceiling of this hideaway. After you heard the door of the room close behind Sam, you went back to work on Bucky’s side in silence.

Carefully, you sowed the gash and tried to keep your hands steady. Every other jab with the needle made Bucky wince. You flinched at his sharp intake of breath and mumbled an apology before you went on to the next stitch. Five apologies later, the bleeding slowed and you gently pressed a crisp, white bandage to safeguard your handiwork.

Immediately after you secured the gauze, Bucky moved to sit up. Before he could, you pressed on his shoulders again and pinned him in place. Though, you knew you couldn’t have pinned him if he hadn’t let you. Your upper body strength was nothing compared to his, you both knew that.

“Don’t move,” you said softly, “you’ll ruin my work.”

“It’s gonna be hard not to.” Bucky met your gaze and, in the dim light of the room, his eyes looked dark, almost sad. Something in his face, perhaps the dull, yet familiar laughter lines around his mouth or the bags under his eyes, alleviated the tension that had silenced before.

“You told me you wouldn’t. That you would take it easy and focus on making amends.”

Bucky closed his eyes at the disappoint that laced your tone. “I tried. I wanted to, Hell, I need to, but I can’t. I never could.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Bucky began to sit up from the table top, “I’m a soldier. I need the fight.”

You watched as he moved, as your hands slipped from his shoulders and fell back to your sides. He pulled his shirt down over his freshly bandaged wound. When he was covered, Bucky looked back up to you, saw your frown and frowned too.

“Soldiers get to come home,” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“If they’re lucky. I’ve never been lucky.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at that. He was right. Bucky told you his story once before, after a therapy session left him feeling a bit more dry than high. He told you that he couldn’t tell you everything, that he wouldn’t. He didn’t have to, but you still hoped for him.

“Luck can change.”

Bucky scoffed as he pushed himself to his feet. Now, at his full height, he towered slightly over you. Despite his looming figure, Bucky did not scare you. Even when he told you his story, what he had done, Bucky did not scare you.

“Yeah, well, luck, or fate, or whatever, brought me to you and here we are,” he gestured to the dusty dwelling around you. You looked around with a careful eye before you playfully shrugged.

“I’ve been in worse dives.” Bucky chuckled, a unforced sound that rose up from his chest against his will. “Really, I have.”

“I don’t doubt it. But we put you in danger, asking for your help here. I put you in danger.”

“Oh, are you serious?” You threw your hands up in the air, “there’s always going to be danger in this world. Aliens, war, bad luck.”

“I wanted to keep you safe,” he pressed, taking a step towards you.

You could smell the perfume of the air freshener again, how it clung to his clothes. It distracted you, threw you into thoughts of what his apartment looked like, if he would ever share that part of him with you or if he would keep it locked away with his full story. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from asking, from wasting your breath on a question he wouldn’t answer. His words would have to be enough for you and, as if on cue, Bucky echoed his sentiment.

“I wanted to keep you safe.”

“How noble, wanting to keep me safe, Barnes. Just me?”

Silence was your immediate answer. Silence and Bucky’s full attention. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down from yours to your lips then back again.

“Just you.”

In the quiet that followed Bucky’s statement, you became frighteningly aware of your heartbeat again. It wasn’t pounding like before, but it felt loud, like it was pressing against your ribcage, begging to leap out and into Bucky’s arms. As if propelled by it, you found yourself leaning in towards his warmth just as he seemed to shrink away.

Before he was out of reach, you lifted your hands to his face and cupped his jaw. Stubble prickled your fingers and palm, though you were far too enraptured to care.

“Then stay alive,” you said softly, “change your luck and come home.”

In your mind, you did not picture Bucky’s home as his mystery apartment. Instead, you saw only this moment captured by some invisible third party. You saw home as just the two of you and the image made you heart beat a bit faster.

“I’ll try.”

“Good.”

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, stewed in the new, easier tension between you. But then your resolve broke and you lips broke into a smile. Bucky mirrored your expression, a lopsided grin resting comfortably along his features. His eyes fell to the floor between you before he looked back into your face.

“Can...can I kiss y-”

“Yes, Barnes, please.”

Without wasting another second, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands slipped from his jaw to the back of his head where your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his brown hair. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him, while the other cupped your jaw. In sync, his mouth moved against yours and everything around you melted away.

No more wonderings or mystery. It was only you and Bucky, come danger, trouble, or bad luck; and Sam who lingered outside the door.

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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When I Found You (Pt. 03 of 19)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you'll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love... But how long until the lie becomes the truth?

Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don't worry about graphic descriptions.)

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A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!

A Good Plan

“I need to speak with you.” Bursting into Negan's apartment, you raise your voice, following the humming noise and finding him in the kitchen, eating a fresh potato salad.

“Good morning to you too.” He sing-songs, a smile on his lips. “Sit down and eat, for goodness sake.”

“Urgent matter, Dad.” Rolling your eyes, you take a plate and serve yourself some of the salad. It's better if you look as casual as you can, despite the anxiety that didn't leave you alone all night. Make it believable, you tell yourself.

“I have something to ask too.” Cleaning his mouth with a napkin, Negan stares at you as you sit down across from him. “My men told me you took Daryl Dixon out of his cell.”

Of course, he knows. Negan knows everything. “Yes, I did.”

“And why in the hell would you do that?”

“Because I find Daryl very attractive.” It's not even a lie, but you have to start somewhere. You can't pull off a relationship out of the blue. Things need to escalate there.

Negan looks at you dead in the eye for a few seconds before bursting into a laugh. You patiently wait until he's done, arms crossed and food forgotten. Then, he stares at you, waiting for you to call it off. “Holy shit! You gotta be kidding me.”

“Well, I'm not.”

“(Y/N), I have bad blood with him and his whole group.” He says, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “I'm going to kill every single one of them.”

“I like Daryl, alright? So you won't do anything until I see how this will turn out.” Trying not to let him notice how nervous you are, you start eating. “I like him, I really do.”

“You can have anyone you want, and you want the only man who will mess with my plans?” Negan stands up, taking his empty plate and leaving it in the sink. “Why don't you have Jim instead?” He raises his voice as if he just had the greatest idea ever. “He's handsome. He seems to like you a lot. Go on, get it on with Jimmy!” Throwing his fist in the air, he leans against the countertop.

“Father, I don't want Jim.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I met Daryl by accident and... I don't know when I looked into his eyes something happened...” Your voice fades for a different reason this time. It clicks suddenly that you're not even trying to lie. You weren't plotting, you just said how you felt.

“Daryl is too old for you.”

“You have wives my age.” You're quick to answer, drumming your fingers on the table. “Actually, you have wives who are younger than me so you don't get a say in the age thing.”

“They're all of age, I'm not a monster.” No, of course not. He just kills and tortures people. “And everything is consensual, so–”

“Dad, I don't ask much, do I?” Pushing the plate away, you stand up, arms crossed. “You told me the world is ours. That I can have anything I want.”

“And I meant it.”

“Then let me have it.” Put your heart in the matter. “You know I'm the romantic type, so what if this is meant to be? What if this... First sight... The feeling is right? What if this is what I've been looking for? You can't take that away from me just because you hate some people.” You feel vulnerable saying these things because as the words leave your mouth, you realize they're all true. Even though you never gave much thought to such things, it doesn't change the facts.

“But Jim–”

“Dad, I want Daryl!” Raising your voice a little, you pace around.

“Do you really think there's any chance Daryl will want to have anything to do with you?”

“Well, he said I was pretty.” Finally, you get to follow the plan you and Jim made. What to say, how to answer the questions you knew Negan would ask. It's easier to follow the instructions than to explore the dark places of your heart.

“He did?”

“He did.”

“Holy hell.” Giggling, Negan turns around and starts doing the dishes himself. “Daryl is more animal than man, (Y/N). I wouldn't fall for him if I were you.”

The insult almost makes you snap at him, but you bite your tongue. “Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just give me some time to see what happens with me and Daryl.”

Negan sighs, and you can tell he's a little angry. “Fine. But the moment it ends you tell me.”

Controlling yourself not to give a little jump, you move to hug his back. “Thanks, dad.”

“I can't believe you're just hugging me because of Daryl.” He complains, giving your arm a little pat. “Oh, I'll be going to the Hilltop in an hour. Keep an eye here for me.”

“I will.” Moving to his side, you tiptoe to kiss his cheek before leaving the apartment.

Jim is outside, and the first thing you do when you see him, you jump into his arms. “It worked!”

He's quick to hug you back lifting you up a little. “I told you it would.”

“Now...” Jim puts you back down, and you straighten your clothes. “I'll give Daryl the good news.” Smiling, you gesture at the hall. “Come with me?”

“Sorry, I have to get Negan's truck ready. But as soon as he leaves I'll meet you up there.”

“God help Hilltop. I hope nobody gets hurt.” Sighing, the happiness you felt just some seconds ago fades, as you imagine the terror that will overcome that community.

“Hey.” Jim touches your shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “You can't save everyone, (Y/N).” Silently, you nod. “Now, go. Because you're on the right path to take this group off Negan's hands.”

Daryl didn't do much since he woke up at four in the morning. He showered again, making sure to spend as much hot water as he could, checked his wounds, and ate a bowl of cereal.

Despite this being a normal apartment and not the dark cell, he can't help but feel caged. And alone. Daryl felt alone for the most part of his life, but it changed with time. He found a family in Rick's group.

Now, here he is, separated from them, held captive. The only good thing, at least he hopes it's good, is this insane plan Negan's daughter came up with. He still thinks it's some kind of trap, a sick game they're playing, but given his position, the only thing he could do is try.

And if it backfires, he'll just kill her.

Seated on the couch, Daryl thinks about this possibility.

(Y/N) is little. He can overcome her easily, take her gun and run. Shoot his way out. Or even better, he can drag her with him with the gun pointed at her head, until he's out of this place.

This was a good plan. This will work. Daryl would only have to count on himself to make it work, and it would.

It took only a couple of minutes until he makes up his mind. The safety of Alexandria can't be in the hands of someone who has Negan's blood. There's too much at stake to trust it on some stranger.

Mind already settled on the plan, he waits, muscles tensing up when he hears footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop at his door.

Daryl is ready, and he stands up to his feet, fists clenched as a wave of anger takes over him.

But the moment he sees her, the same feeling comes flooding back. The angel-like girl walks into the living room. Clean face delicately framed by her hair, dark clothes that he swears smell like flowers. Like rose maybe, he can smell it even with the distance.

Her eyes are quick to find him, but despite his tall figure, so much bigger than her in this predator-like instinct, ready to take her down, she doesn't seem like she'll run away. I'm fact, (Y/N) looks happy.

“It worked.” She says, her voice a little too low. “It worked.” Repeating soon after, louder this time, she walks over the armchair, letting herself fall on it, elbows on her knees. “I told Negan I find you attractive and that you said you find me pretty. So he gave us the chance to see what happens.”

“So, what now?” He grunts, a bit too rudely, walking back to the couch and taking a seat.

And just like that, at the sight of her, Daryl changed his mind.

“Now it's up to us. You and I, because I'll need you to be convincing, Daryl.”

“I will.” He nods, eyes on her. “Won't let ya dad hurt anyone else.”

(Y/N) tales a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. “I'm so sorry for–”

“Sorry doesn't cut it,” Daryl speaks up, pointing a finger at her face in a quick, harsh gesture. “It doesn't bring them back.”

“I know, I... I heard of it. The two men my father killed–”

“Abraham and Gleen.” He raises his voice again, back to his feet, pacing around that stupid living room. “The names are Abraham and Gleen. Gleen's wife is pregnant.”

Daryl is expecting her to lash out at him, tell him to shut the hell up, end the deal. Punch him, try to hurt him, anything that gives him a reason to carry out his plan. Because he sees her as nothing else than Negan's daughter. So, she must be as cruel as he is, maybe even worse.

But instead of anger, hate, or anything of that nature, Daryl sees sadness. Her lower lip shakes a little, so she bites it, a hand moving to wipe something off her eye as she looks away, letting her hair fall and hide her face.

“If I was there, I could've tried. I don't always succeed, but I try.”

“Ya gotta try harder.” He's still speaking when he notices. (Y/N) has both her hands on the outside of her thighs, fingers brushing on the fabric of her pants, from her knees up, as if she's shy. But the movement is slow.

“I will.” She bursts out, jumping to her feet. “I gotta go now. See you tomorrow so we can talk about our next move.”

As fast as a lightning bolt, she leaves, banging the door shut before locking it.

Daryl can't help but wonder if he caused the outburst. He only spoke the truth, a truth she knows very well, even better than him. And being who she is, here, the girl must be a lot stronger than that.

Shaking his head to push these thoughts away, Daryl lies down on the couch, eyes on the ceiling. He's been thinking about her way too much. It's time to stop. So from now on, Daryl decides, he will only think of her when she's around. Once she leaves, she's gone.

Once you're safe inside your apartment, the tears roll down. They're a living thing, bitter and hot, soaking your cheeks.

You can't deal with this. You can't deal with what your father does. He was kind, gentle. A normal person before. Now, he's a murderer. A tyrant. A monster.

And so are you.

You're his daughter, after all, his only child. And he built this world for you as well. So you won't ever be hurt or starve. ‘The world is yours now’, he once said. But you don't want it.

Things won't ever be like they were before, but there's gotta be a way to live without killing. Without being a barbarian.

Moving from your place leaning on the door, you rush to the bedroom, taking off your pants. The wounds are still quite fresh. They don't really have time to heal.

You're not the one to deal with pain very well. But this... You deserve this. For everyone who died at the hands of your people. And for those left behind, in agony, forever separated from a loved one.

You don't need blades. You can use your nails, always kept just long enough to allow you this relief, and not to get in the way of anything you do around here.

Closing your eyes shut, you place both your hands on your thighs, near the knees, on the outside. Taking a deep breath, you sink the nails into the soft flesh, and you begin.

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends.

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her.

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

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dabislittlemouse · 3 years

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*walks in with a megaphone* can i get an order of s/o asking/allowing Dabi to blow a fat load into them (vagina haver) for the first time. What this fuck would say or do. 👁👄👁

Mark his name inside you

Heyo babe, sorry for posting this so late, I really hope you enjoy this.

(Requests are still closed, I’m just checking stuff left in my inbox)

Dabi x reader (NSFW)

Warnings(?) : dom!Dabi, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie uhh that’s it ig.

It wasn’t the first time you and Dabi had been spending the night at his bedroom, him blowing your back with every rough thrust and you moaning like a bitch in heat for the whole League to hear. You knew how to please each other, doing everything that would sent both of you over the edge and make every night better than the other. And y’all also liked to try new things, hell, you even watched porn together once and whenever his eye caught something really interesting and made his cock twitch, he’d smirk down at you and be like “We should try this babe”

But this time, you had been obsessing over something which, for no reason, you felt a bit scared or insecure to ask him to do it.

Whenever he was close, you had the desperate need for him to fill you up. Fill you to the brim until your cunt choked on it. But of course, you could only drool at the sight of the condom being full of his cum after he removed it.

You shrugged it off as an idea, but it kept getting you even more obsessed, driving you wild, imagining him filling you up with his seed made your little cunt throb and clench on nothing every single time.

You had to ask him, you wanted to feel how it’s like to be filled to the brim by him. You wanted everything he offered you.

****

Heavy rain was pouring on that Sunday evening, while you as usual were in Dabi’s room to have some fun.

He eagerly kissed you, a sloppy mess between your kisses as you moaned at his tongue exploring every part of your mouth.

You didn’t even know what you two were. You never called him your boyfriend or vice versa. You weren’t friends either. Maybe fuck buddies? At this point you didn’t even care, you just kept coming back at him for more. He took pride on being able to fulfill your deepest desires in a way no other man could. He knew your body at the back of his hand, every single spot, every action of his which would drive you crazy. Well, all of them except for...

“Mhm Dabi...” you moaned while humping on his lap, your panties already soaked they even left a wet dark spot on his crotch. He kept kissing you while groping your ass with one hand and grabbing the back of your neck with the other. “Yes baby?” he breathed out while still kissing you.

You gently pulled away, staring at his azure eyes full of lust as you cupped his face.

“I want...” you suddenly stopped, your face heating up as you looked down, but he lifted your chin up, giving you a soft smile.

“What does my baby want, hm?” He smears your lips with his thumb, leaning closer to your ear. “Tell daddy now, won’t you sweetheart?”

You gulped down, looking up at him shyly, your fingers playing with his shirt as you took the courage and finally spoke. “When you fuck me... I... I want you to cum inside me...please. I want to be full of it and keep me warm.” Your face heats up again as you look at him with pleading eyes.

“B-but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to...”

He looks down at you, his stare making you feel small, vulnerable. Maybe he was pitying you in his mind, thinking how pathetic you were, how shameless you were for asking such-

“Tsk...”

He roughly grabs your chin, pulling you closer, your lips pressed his but he didn’t kiss you. You noticed his eyes darkening as he smirked, you could feel his cock grow even harder and his body heating up more, he was going wild. You whimpered and your breath got rapid.

“Sweetheart... my baby...” he kissed you and pulled away. “My cute little slut...” he dived in again leaving you breathless then leaning to your ear, whispering as you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’ll make sure to pump that pretty cunt of yours real nice, full of me, mark you from the inside, write my name in it, ‘cause you belong to me...” he tilted your chin, his eyes piercing through your soul.

“You should’ve told me about this earlier doll, just so I could turn you into my cute little cumdump” he chuckled while staring at your blushing face. “But I guess better late than never right?”

“Y-yes...” you tempted to get closer to him, continue the makeout session and trying to take off his clothes off before he grabbed your chin roughly.

“Tell me how much you want it”

“I want it so bad, I want you to pump me full” you whimpered.

“Say it properly slut. Beg for it” he said, his fingers digging deeper in your chin.

“Please..”

“More. And say it fucking louder!”

Your eyes filled with tears at the strength of his grip, while your pussy was throbbing like never before.

“Please Dabi, please fuck me. Pump me full, please, I need you so much....”

That was enough for him as he roughly grabbed you and pinned you down to the bed, burning your panties off while leaving bite marks all over your body. His long fingers went for the sensitive spot between your legs, giving slow rubs to the clit while you moaned out in pleasure. You were already soaking wet, as he spat on your cunt and kept smearing the juices with his fingers. Then he inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring them as you whimpered and squirmed while being stretched out like that.

“Gotta prepare my baby... and stretch out their tight little cunt real nice and good... to take my cock and hold all my seed inside..”

Those words being whispered in your ear sent you over the edge, as you quietly kept begging him to fuck you already. Thankfully he wasn’t patient either, spreading your legs apart while letting his cock out, giving it a few pumps before sliding it inside. The feeling of your tight velvety walls kissing his cock made it so hard for him to not cum in instant.

“Fuck! And I really thought I stretched you there babe... ” he chuckled as he slammed it back into you again without a warning, making your head spin and your eyes water. His pace got quicker and rougher as he grabbed you by your throat, his fingers digging deep in your hip almost leaving a bruise, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust. You screamed out his name and moaned in pain and pleasure, nails digging deep into his scarred back while he let out almost animalistic growls. You felt scared for a moment, he was going feral while pounding on your abused hole, but that added even more to the thrill.

It didn’t take much for you to cum all over his cock, but he still wasn’t done yet. He kept railing you into oblivion, and you could feel your second orgasm getting close.

“You want daddy to fill you up, huh...mark your insides with his name on it, yeah? You’ve always dreamed about this haven’t you, just like the little slut you are...” he grabbed your chin roughly, suggesting you to open your mouth as he spat in it.

“Daddy! M’gonna cum!” You said between tears as you bit down on his shoulder. He leaned down, whispering lewd things in your ear and encouraging you to cum, which didn’t take long for you to go through another orgasm. You looked up at him with a pleading look, which made his cock twitch and finally pumping your little cunt full of his seed. Dabi moaned loudly while biting down harshly on your neck. He kept his cock inside, white ropes of cum never seeming to stop as you felt full like never before. Words like “fuck”, “that’s it” , “take it” kept coming out from his mouth, breathing heavily in your ear.

You both stayed like that for a while, his cock still deep inside you, and you were sure if he pulled out all the cum would leak out. You enjoyed the warmth of him and his seed inside you, now feeling tired from all that rough sex he gave you. As you were almost dozing off, the slamming of his hips into you woke you up in instant. With eyes wide open you looked at Dabi, a smug smirk plastered in his face as he started thrusting into you again, his cum still deep inside you but he didn’t care. Lewd sloppy sounds could be heard along with your whimpers and Dabi’s grunts.

“I’m not done with you yet...”

The bastard felt pride, felt too powerful while having you on his hands, making you beg like a pathetic bitch for him to fill you up, invading your body and mind only with him and nobody else. Fucking you dumb, making you choke on his cum, marking you from the inside as he bruises that cervix of yours. That’s what gave him pleasure, that’s what he lived for when he was fucking you senseless. He was addicted to you, just as you were to him. And he’d make sure to make you even more addicted to him and his cum, so even when just his name is mentioned your clit would throb in pleasure.

The thought of having his seed deep inside you made him even more feral. With each night coming by, he would pound you into the matress, showing no mercy as he would manhandle you in many different ways. You were honestly surprised how this man would never ‘run out’ of cum, he would fill you up with every single round until it was leaking down your thighs. He enjoyed that as much as you did, and you felt glad that you told him. The only consequence would be your legs barely walking without falling down and your abused cunt feeling sore...

#B.writes #minors do not interact #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki #dabi #mha dabi

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image.

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!”

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes.

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race.

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable.

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form.

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur.

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy.

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams.

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice.

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge.

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head.

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless.

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.”

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

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ptergwen · 3 years

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only you and me

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: angst, mentions of weed, and some swearing

summary: whenever peter tries to tell you how he feels, harry gets in the way

a/n: ahhhh hi my loves! my mini writing break is over :,) life has been just a mess for me and i’ve been way more critical than usual about my work but i’m doing a little better and ready to get back into everything! this helped me a lot so i’m excited to share it with y’all <3 it’s also my first time writing harry osborn so lmk how i did lmaooofwfjj but yeah pls enjoy

“dude, she’s right there! just tell her!” ned whisper yells to peter, elbowing him for emphasis. they’re hidden behind a wall to watch you at your locker. you’re grabbing books while betty rants to you and mj rolls her eyes. “not now. she looks... busy,” peter gulps, gaze trailing down your body. he always finds excuses to put off telling you how he feels.

or rather, excuses find him. something comes up every time he gets the courage to do it. he has no idea why he’s so scared because he’s pretty sure you like him back. pretty sure. there are a few reasons why you might not. also, plenty why you might. you stay up late texting most nights, and you’ve even flirted a couple of times. it never fails to make peter blush. he trips over his words whenever he tries to flirt back.

he’s had feelings for you since the first time you two hung out alone. none of your other friends could make it, but you happily took him up on his offer to come over. you grinned through his whole apartment tour, asked about may and what she does. when peter showed you his room, you even complimented his movie posters, much to his surprise.

“really? you don’t think they’re, like, dorky?”

“no, peter. your interests aren’t dorky. everyone likes what they like.”

and, he liked you. he knew it from that point on. you’d know it too if the universe wouldn’t keep stopping him from saying that.

“she’s so...” peter pauses for a second. him and ned watch you pull betty in by her shoulders as if you’re going to kiss her. she dodges you, mj pushing her back, all three of you giggling about it before you grab betty’s hands and give her words of encouragement. “cool,” peter finishes, turning back to ned. “i mean, how she puts herself out there like that.”

“what’s stopping you from doing the same thing?” ned points out with a knowing smile that peter returns. you make it look so easy. whenever you’re comfortable around people, you can let go of any doubts you have. you stop worrying about what they might think and instead do what you want. it’s inspiring to peter, and heart warming getting to be one of the people you’re fully you with.

he wishes he could apply your wisdom himself.

peter shakes his head, staring down at the floor. “oh, you know. anxiety, fear of rejection. that fun stuff.” “so, yourself,” ned concludes, clapping peter’s backpack so hard it makes him stumble forward. betty and mj wave goodbye to you before heading to their first class. you’re still getting your things together at your locker. this is peter’s moment.

“come on, dude! y/n’s not busy anymore. you got this.” ned keeps his hand on peter’s back, adding on, “it’s been a year already.” “half a year,” peter corrects him in a mumble. he’s liked you for a really long time. “ok, i’m going. wish me luck.” he takes a deep breath and focuses in on you. “aw, dude. you don’t need it.” ned gives him one last pat on the back. “good luck, though.” “thanks, man. see you in trig.”

right as peter starts heading over, harry comes up behind you and covers your eyes. you squeal, jumping up and turning to him, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. he brings you into a hug where your face is buried in his sweater and probably inhaling his super strong, super expensive cologne.

that’s what’s stopping peter, harry freaking osborn. his own friend.

peter quickly loses the tiny bit of confidence ned gave him. he figures it might be better to hold off on his confession and get an early start to class. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. harry has already spotted him and calls him over.

“hey, pete! come give us some love, eh?” harry beams, an arm slung around your shoulders and you smiling up at him. you direct your smile to peter when he slumps his way to your locker. his lips pull into a barely noticeable frown. you notice. “there’s my guy. why so down, sunshine?” harry offers his fist for a fist bump. peter gives it to him, eyes staying on you.

harry osborn. where to begin with such a specimen? he’s the perfect combination of everything you’d want in a guy. he gets good grades, he’s a star player on on the basketball team, nice to everyone and makes you laugh, popular yet fits right into your small group.

he was friends with you before the popular thing. what kicked it off was him making varsity basketball while only being a sophomore. yep, he’s unreal. since then, he’s been balancing his cool life and also hanging with “the nerds,” as he likes to call you. he got his own feelings for you along the way. peter can tell.

he’ll give you rides home, compliment how you look, basically act like your boyfriend without really being it. it absolutely infuriates peter because he doesn’t compare to harry in the slightest. if he were you and had the choice between himself or harry, he would pick harry.

it’s been a factor in why he hasn’t come clean about how he feels yet. he’s not trying to create a love triangle that he doesn’t stand a chance surviving in.

“for real, peter. you good?” you ask him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “fine,” peter lies and musters up a smile. “i’m just tired. didn’t sleep too good last night.” you’re only more concerned now. this has been happening to him a lot lately. you search for his eyes. “again?”

“aw, man. you need something for it?” harry punches peter’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “i know this kid who-“ “harry, stop.” your words are serious, tone lighthearted. you throw your head back on his arm. “do you really know a kid?” “i’m not telling you,” he says in an overly happy voice, you humming the same way. peter feels like he’s third wheeling.

“i was telling pete.” harry looks at him expectantly, peter’s mouth dropping open while he thinks of what to say. harry likes to mess around. this is a different level, though. “no thanks. i- i shouldn’t. i’m-“ “relax, i don’t know a kid,” harry chuckles and points at peter. “your face right now.” it’s completely flushed. you knock into harry’s side.

“ok, well literally no one laughed. you’re scaring him,” you tell harry sternly. peter tugs tight on one of his backpack straps. he doesn’t feel like he’s third wheeling you two now. he feels like your kid. he’ll never let ned mettle in his love life ever again if this is where it gets him. “he knows i’m kidding, y/n/n. right?” harry checks with peter. you make a face at him that says you aren’t convinced.

he switches his arm from you to peter, drawing him into his side. “look, pete. i’m sorry. the only kid i know who’s selling is chocolates for his band trip.” you’re satisfied with that, grinning at both of them. peter forces a laugh and nods. “no worries, man. i gotta get to class.” “good boy,” harry lets him go. “bye, pete. we’ll see you at lunch,” you remind him. he gives you a tight lipped smile. “see you, y/n/n.”

you and harry continue practically spooning each other as soon as peter is out of sight.

what the hell is going on?

peter is back to being grumpy, plopping down in his seat next to ned. their teacher has the lesson plan pulled up on the smart board. ned looks from it to peter, almost jumping in his seat. “oh, you’re back already? how’d it go?” “it didn’t go,” peter huffs, copying down the aim. he’s only doing it so he doesn’t have to look ned in the eyes while telling him he bailed. again.

“you didn’t do it?” ned repeats, peter writing something about pi and a unit circle in his notebook. he bites the inside of his cheek. “you have to do it at some point,” ned sighs out and picks up his pencil. even he’s getting tired of this, and ned never gets tired of a good friends to lovers moment. “i think she likes harry,” peter says under his breath. “huh?” ned gasps.

peter doesn’t feel like explaining the extremely awkward moment he just finished living. although, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion. “y/n. he came over, and they kept hugging and whatever.” “they always do that,” ned almost scoffs, their trigonometry teacher moving to stand in front of the class. “yeah, but he had his arm around her the whole time we-“

the bell rings and cuts their conversation short. peter struggles to label the unit circle they learn about when his mind is filled to its capacity with images of you and harry all over each other. it’s not daydreaming. this is a nightmare. maybe, he actually will be having sleep problems.

peter’s morning is relatively decent after that. he gets to do an experiment with mj in chemistry, and she lets him take the lead for once. spanish is easy, health is okay, then he has a free period, then it’s lunch. things can only go downhill from here.

he thinks about hiding in the library until it’s over, but it’s the thought of harry eating your face that gets him to drag himself to the cafeteria.

flash is at the head of your table talking to harry when peter gets there. great, now he can’t eat his soggy chicken fingers in peace. “sounds dope. let’s go on the-“ flash stops saying what he was saying and nods at peter. “penis parker, you’re late.” peter takes his seat on your left, harry on your right. you glance over at him to make sure he’s okay. he acts like he doesn’t care, peeling open his milk carton.

“just text me later, man. get outta here,” harry dismisses flash, the two of them doing a bro handshake before he leaves. he’s well aware of his and peter’s history. he keeps them separate for the obvious reasons. peter appreciates it because saying no to flash is nearly impossible. he shouldn’t be so mad at harry, should he? he’s a good friend.

harry’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you closer to him. never mind.

“who’s up for sushi later?” he asks the table, everyone agreeing and saying how awesome that sounds. everyone except peter. you tap his shoulder with a small smile. “what about you, peter? you coming?” he realizes you’re all waiting for him to respond and puts down his milk. “uh, i can’t. homework,” he lamely answers.

“dude, we have homework, too. just do it a little later,” ned suggests, betty laying her head on his shoulder. you share a look with her, your eyes wide and a grin on your lips. that must have been what you were talking about this morning. she asked for boy advice. ned advice. why can’t this crap work out for peter?

“i really can’t. sorry, guys,” peter half heartedly apologizes.

he misses the disappointment that crosses your features because he’s pouting at his lunch again.

“homework, huh?” mj tests him, squinting as she takes a sip of apple juice. harry nudges peter’s side with two fingers. “you still mad about the sleeping thing?” “sleeping thing? what sleeping thing?” betty wonders while ned rests his head against hers. a quiet laugh slips out of you as you lean in to tell her.

“peter said he couldn’t sleep last night, so harry offered him...” you mime rolling a joint. “i said no,” peter clarifies, rolling his eyes at the inevitable teasing he’s about to get. none of you have even smoked besides harry. you’re being annoying about it. “of course you did,” mj sighs and kicks her feet up on the table. “unrelated to what y/n just said... harry, i have insomnia.”

everyone bursts into laughter at that, betty shoving her side and you pulling harry by his torso as he pretends to go into his backpack. peter wants nothing to do with any of this. he usually enjoys joking around with the group, even if it’s at his expense because it’s from a place of love.

today feels like you’re straight up making fun of him. harry might as well invite flash to join in.

“alright, alright, alright. enough of the weed talk,” harry decides, you removing your arms from him and grabbing your coffee. “you’re such a bad influence.” your voice drips with sarcasm. you bend the straw and take a sip while scooting closer to peter. “you really can’t come later? i feel like i’ve barely seen you today.” that’s on harry. “i wish i could, y/n/n,” peter exhales. “i’ll text you later, okay?”

you don’t get to answer because mj tugs on your arm, distracting you from peter. she explains how she has to do an art project on what it means to be a woman and needs help brainstorming ideas. you’re full of them, offering up an interesting perspective for her to use. peter smiles to himself as he listens in. you find a new way to impress him every day.

he should tell you that.

“hey, y/n?” “listen to her! you’re seriously my idol,” betty gushes, so loudly you don’t hear peter. not a single thing has gone in his favor at this table. he gives up.

peter locks himself in his room when he gets home from his overall terrible day. he does homework like he said he would, only taking a break for dinner, giving one word replies to may’s questions about school. he’d much rather be having sushi with you. he would’ve gone if the others didn’t.

after dinner, it’s back to grumbling and scribbling down answers. there’s a knock at peter’s door around ten o’clock, which he assumes is may saying goodnight. “i’ll be done in a few minutes, may! love you.” “it’s y/n,” you reply, the smile clear in your voice. his eyes go comically wide. that’s the last thing he expected to hear. “oh. uh, come in.”

you’re holding a small takeout bag, shutting the door behind you and walking over to his desk. you meet his twinkling eyes in the dim light that hits off his walls. from his open window, you faintly hear cars as they rush by and honk their horns in the distance, accompanied by a fresh breeze. it’s cozy, safe. it’s peter.

“hey. what’re you doing here?” peter questions, leaving his pencil in his binder and shutting it. you shake around the plastic bag. “i saved you a roll.” he bites back a smile, getting up from his chair. “may let me in. she was really chill about it,” you continue and hold out the sushi for him. “it’s a california roll. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, and everyone likes those.”

peter lets his smile spread out and takes the bag from you. “thanks, y/n/n. i was honestly hoping one of you would have leftovers.” you laugh softly, peter setting the bag down on his desk. he scratches the back of his neck. “did you guys have fun?” “yeah. i missed you, though.” you clasp your hands behind your back. “everyone did.”

“i feel bad i didn’t go. just... things felt off today,” peter admits the real reason he stayed home, you letting out a breath. “it was harry, wasn’t it? god, he was being so weird.” your arms drop back to your sides. “there’s a difference between playing around and actually upsetting people.” by people, you mean peter. no one else seemed too bothered by him. “i’m sorry, peter. i tried to make him stop.”

“no, you don’t have to apologize,” peter assures you sweetly, grabbing one of your hands. “it’s not your fault, okay? he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. the jokes landed.” he’s referring to ned, mj, and betty finding harry’s comments hilarious. you lace your fingers with peter’s and frown. “this isn’t like him. maybe he’s stressed about a game.” your gaze drifts off to the side, what you see getting you to perk up.

“is that new?” you ask peter, leading him by his hand over to a poster he put up recently. it’s for 13 going on 30. you showed it to him a couple of weeks ago, and he clearly liked it a lot. any movie that makes it to peter’s wall is a special one. “mhm. i got it literally right after you went home the night we watched,” he chuckles and looks over at you while you study the poster.

you turn to face peter again, keeping your hand tight in his. “were you gonna tell me something earlier? at lunch?” he’s confused for a second, then he remembers your ideas for mj’s art project. the fact that you cared enough to bring it up after all these hours makes his stomach do summersaults in the best way. he shrugs and gives you a smile.

“the stuff you were saying about femininity and how there are so many ways to define it,” peter starts, you grinning back at him, at how he took an interest in what you were saying. “you’re so smart, y/n. you make me wanna be better.” a light pink dusts his cheeks. “peter, you’re a feminist?” you coo, joking but genuinely wondering at the same time. he squeezes your hand. “duh.”

“i thought so,” you nod, taking in the rest of what he said. “you think i’m smart? i trust you because you’re way smarter.” peter pffts in response. “i’m only good at, like, physics. you’re good at things that really matter. smart in that way.” you’re feeling your own face get hot. you swing yours and peter’s hands back and forth. “why are you the nicest person ever?”

the answer to that, may, peeks her head into the room. “hey, kids. it’s getting late.” she notices your intertwined hands and shoots peter a smirk. “i thought you were a cool aunt,” he teases, you sadly letting go of him. “she is. thanks for having me over so late,” you tell may on your way to the door. “oh, stop it. you can come over any time.” she puts a hand on your arm. “thank you so much,” you murmur back.

you walk backwards to the doorway, may leaving you two to say your goodbyes. “wanna hang out only you and me? on friday maybe?” that should make up for everything earlier. “yeah, of course. friday is perfect,” peter agrees and bounces on his feet as excitement takes over him. “thanks again for the sushi.”

“no problem. goodnight.” it’s taking every last bit of power in you to not freak out. “night. text me when you get home.” he presses his tongue into his cheek. you slowly pull the door shut. “ok, i will. bye!” it closes, leaving peter skipping across his room to his bed on one side and you doing a little happy dance on the other.

the next day at school, everything is back to normal. honestly, better than normal. your hangout with peter is tomorrow, and he’s planning on telling he likes you then. he already talked it over with ned. he’s relieved it’s finally happening, especially since him and betty have their own thing. she’ll be taking up most of his free time from here.

your group is spending lunch outside today, lounging across a picnic table, surrounded by trees and the shining sun in a bright blue sky. mj sits on the table and has her feet on the bench, which would usually bug peter to no end. he doesn’t mind this time because it takes up enough room that harry has to sit with ned and betty instead of you. you lean into peter’s side and stab a piece of lettuce from your salad.

“it’s so nice out,” betty sighs, ripping off half her cookie and giving it to ned. “we should ditch.” “oh my god, you sound like harry,” you groan between bites of salad. peter lets out a breathy laugh, you looping your arm through his. he grins down at where you’re linked. harry crosses his own arms over his chest. “she wishes.” betty only nods because her mouth is full of m&m’s.

“nah, seriously. i’d take us out somewhere, but i have practice after school.” he speaks quieter than he normally does, less confident. your theory about him having basketball drama was right. “what did we tell you? talk about the sports shit with your sports friends,” mj complains, sitting back on her hands. she glances at harry over her shoulder and catches ned mouthing you can’t say that.

sitting criss cross, she spins around to face harry, unenthusiastically saying, “what i meant was, you sound upset. what’s wrong?” harry gets into it right away, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “coach says there might be a scout at the next game. it’s a really good opportunity even though i don’t have to worry about... college yet.” the word makes him cringe.

“oh, damn. that’s a big deal. scary,” mj snorts, turning back to you and peter. her behavior makes ned internally face palm. “that’s awesome, dude. you’re gonna play amazing like always.” he gives harry a high five, who smiles nervously in response. he’s never nervous. “thanks, bro. you guys wanna come and watch?” he’s never invited you to one of his games before either.

this isn’t a group of friends that likes to spend their weekends in bleachers while angry teens shout around them.

“definitely. we’ll be there to support you, harry,” betty answers for everyone, ned pecking her cheek in satisfaction. mj cusses to herself before replying. “if i absolutely must, sure.” only you and peter haven’t said anything yet. he’s been chewing his lower lip, and you your salad. harry looks between you two hopefully. it’s more so at you, which peter doesn’t like.

“y/n? pete? it would help a lot, i’m serious.” he taps his fingers on the table until one of you speaks up. you’re the one who does. “i’ll go. this is pretty huge, right? congrats.” you reach across the table and squeeze his shoulder while simultaneously tightening your arm around peter’s. he takes that as a cue. “i’ll go, too. happy for you, man.”

though peter isn’t currently in the best place with harry, he should show his support by showing up. it can’t be too bad since the rest of you will be there.

a loud, long chuckle leaves harry as he hops up from his bench and comes to yours and peter’s. he bends over and wraps both of you in a hug from behind at the same time. his arms are around each of your shoulders, holding you so close his cheeks are squished against either of your heads. you giggle at that, peter finding himself laughing along and reaching back to ruffle harry’s hair.

staying mad at him is one of the world’s greatest challenges.

“you’re saints, both of you. my angels.” he kisses the back of your head, then lays one right on peter’s cheek, leaving him blushing red and grinning. “what about the rest of us? i never go to shit like this,” mj huffs and seems genuinely offended. harry wiggles his eyebrows. “you want a kiss?” his offer gets her flustered, which she can’t manage to hide. that’s a first.

“shut up. i’m just saying... never mind.” mj glares at you and peter, ned and betty making kissing noises behind her. “someone change the subject.” peter steps in. “when’s the game, harry?” he asks, harry snapping and waving his finger. “tomorrow! cancel your plans, kiddos.” “like we had any,” betty retorts.

some of you did. that was going to be peter’s hangout with you.

ned smiles sympathetically at peter before betty is getting his attention. you‘re unfazed and rambling to harry how proud you are of him.

did last night mean nothing? was it an empty gesture? were you only doing it out of guilt? peter must have read your visit wrong. he’s been wrong the whole time he’s liked you. you don’t like him back, you pity him. harry is who you’re really interested in.

may always says he should trust his instincts.

peter pulls his arm from yours suddenly, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. you’re taken back because it’s so out of no where. you stop talking to harry so you can figure out his deal. “where are you going?” “bell’s gonna ring,” peter mumbles and picks up his lunch tray. he heads to the garbage can without another word or goodbye to anyone.

“i’m gonna go check on him,” you tell harry, already getting up from the bench. “you do that,” he acknowledges and calls mj’s name again.

peter tosses his mostly untouched food in the trash, seeing you make your way over from the corner of his eye. he tries to speed walk inside so he doesn’t have to talk to you. you’re too quick, cornering him between the door and brick wall.

“we still have ten minutes,” you state, worry flashing across your face. he’s avoiding you. well, attempting to. “what’s wrong?” peter gulps before saying anything. “my next class is on the other side of the-“ “no,” you cut him off. “what’s really wrong?”

he doesn’t feel like having this discussion. it’s bad enough he came to the realization his feelings are one sided. must he break that down for you so soon?

you toy with your sleeve while you speak because peter doesn’t. “i thought you and harry were fine again. i mean, he kissed you.” peter clenches his jaw so hard he can imagine the sound of it cracking. “it’s not about harry.” “what, then? what the fuck happened?” your sleeves are now balled in your fists. you hate it when peter does this angsty routine.

he keeps his voice low and calm so he doesn’t come off as jealous or hurt. he’s both of those things. “the game is tomorrow. friday. when we were supposed to hang out.” you meet peter’s eyes with nothing but remorse in yours. “i... i forgot,” is all you have to say.

you feel awful. he’s had a tough couple of days, and you fell through on your promise to cheer him up.

“clearly,” peter remarks, voice sharp. the way you’re looking at him makes him think he won’t like what’s coming. “peter, we have to go,” you almost whine. “i’m really sorry, i am, but this is a big night for harry. he needs us there.” peter stays silent. you’re twisting the knife deeper into him with every word. “i wouldn’t be cancelling if this wasn’t important.”

now you’re cancelling?

you reach for peter’s hand, but he shoves it into his pocket. that stings for you and him. “please, peter. we’ll hang out at the game, i swear.” this is the last chance you’ve got, so you pile it on. “harry won’t even be there, technically. he’ll... he’ll be on the court.” peter hadn’t thought about that. he lets himself unclench, starting to see the appeal. you add one more thing to lighten the mood and persuade him.

“i’ll buy you popcorn, all you can eat.” it’s that easy. cracking a smile, peter accepts. he’ll deal with his unresolved, unreciprocated feelings after he stuffs his face, courtesy of you. “you better. i’m gonna need it for this long ass game.” your face lights up, grabbing his wrist in both hands.

“so, you’ll come?” “i’ll be there,” he confirms. you throw your arms around his neck. he laughs into the hug and holds you by your middle. “i promise this’ll be the first and last game we ever go to,” you say and mean it. harry is lucky you’re even suffering through this a first time. “thank god,” peter exhales, resting his chin on your head.

that interaction leaves peter confused as hell. you’re crushing his mind and soul one minute, then hugging him the next. you were making him feel so special lasts night, and treating harry the same way today. it’s so jumbled that he isn’t sure if he’s in the friend zone or something more zone.

there are a ton of mixed signals coming his way, and he sucks at reading people as is.

he can’t take another second of this. he’d rather you come out and say you like harry already because it’s torture. knowing you don’t want him in that way would at least eliminate the possibility of anything happening between you two, and allow him to stop driving himself insane.

he’d be able to stop taking it out on harry, too.

the hold you have on peter, that you’re oblivious to, rules his every thought and decision. he’s constantly analyzing what you say to him, debating whether or not your affection is simply platonic. it’s been half a year of this madness, the night of harry’s game blurring every line so much more.

your group arrives a bit early to find seats and hype harry up before he plays. peter gets there after all of you because he’s not exactly in a rush to watch sweaty guys be aggressive. there’s only one upside, which is spending the night with you... and everyone else.

he steps into the gym that’s filling up fast with family members, friends, and the college scout harry was talking about. midtown has a different feeling to it at night. the smell of pencils is oddly stronger, and it’s a lot less intimidating.

cheerleaders are huddled in a circle while the team supervisor has them run their chants. the “leading official,” who peter thought was called a referee, takes his place off to the side. coaches give their players last minute instructions, players fool around with each other, a lot is going on.

peter scans the room for you, and grins a toothy grin when you catch his eyes. you’re sitting by yourself in one of the middle bleachers, only a bag of skinny pop in your lap. you return the smile once you spot him and wave him over.

“i don’t know why, but i thought they’d have an actual concession stand,” you explain the lack of fresh, buttery popcorn as peter takes a seat next to you. he catches the prepackaged bag you toss him. “it’s just a snack table.” “works either way,” peter hums and pokes the bag. “i’m not sure skinny pop is all i can eat, though.” “it’s good!” you defend the snack you chose for him.

“i’m kidding! you’re right, it’s kind of addicting.” he puts it by his feet for now and gives you a half smile. “you’re welcome,” you deadpan in a playful tone. “thanks.” he narrows his eyes. “where’s everyone else?” “right,” you twist around and gesture to the bleacher above you. mj is gloomily seated near the back. ned and betty are a few behind you.

“i told them to find their own seats so we can sit together, alone.” you look over at peter and move ever so slightly closer. “welcome to our friday hangout. just the two of us.” “aw, you didn’t have to do that,” peter laughs out, his knee bumping yours. “but, i’m happy you did.” he goes to put an arm around you, then harry comes racing up the stairs.

just the two of you didn’t last so long.

“y/n, i’m freaking out,” harry announces, zooming through your row to get over to you. he stops once he’s standing in front of peter and shakes him by his shoulder. “hey, pete. you made it.” “yup,” peter replies, pressing his lips together. you wince at his reaction, then quirk an eyebrow at harry. “you’re freaking out? why?”

harry sits down between you and peter, blissfully unaware of the moment he interrupted.

“i found the scout. he’s fucking terrifying as fuck. this super ripped guy, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” he talks quietly, like the man will hear him. “he’s not the only one,” peter says to himself, kicking around his bag of popcorn to pass time. you ignore him and grimace.

“shit. wait, how do you know it’s him? did they tell you?” you’re not sure how these things go. harry casually shrugs a shoulder. “dude has a clipboard. seems legit to me.” he gives you a cocky smile. “he’s also in the row before mj. that’s how i noticed. um...” his back now facing peter, he whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle.

peter’s face scrunches up as the spark of anger the past few days have lit reignites itself.

when harry pulls away, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, cupping your hand around his ear and speaking into it.

nope, no more. peter is entirely about to explode. you cancelled your plans so you can force him to watch basketball, you sweet talk him so he’ll let it go, and you’re running right back to harry after all of that? what the hell does that mean?

peter stands up from his seat. “y/n, we need to talk,” he demands, you moving away from harry to respond. ��ok, gimme a minute. we’re-“ “no, we need to talk now.” you don’t have time to refute because he’s taking your arm and dragging you away. harry squints at you in utter confusion.

“um, have a good game! we’ll talk later,” you call back to him, walking with peter even though you have no idea what his issue is and aren’t a fan of how he’s acting.

he releases you once you’re in the hallway. you make a point of harshly yanking your arm back, a scowl painting your lips. “jesus, peter. i was having a conversation.” “do you like harry?” peter blurts out. you’re so shocked at his abruptness that you don’t give him much to work with, only, “what?” “do you like harry?” he asks you again, this time less accusing and more curious.

“do i like...” you’re too aware of the seemingly hundreds of people surrounding you to answer comfortably. “can we talk about this somewhere else?” “sure,” peter nods, letting you lead the way since he did to get out here. you two go down the hall and choose the first room you see, which happens to be the custodian’s closet. it’s thankfully unlocked.

things were tense between you and peter on the way over, and it’s physically mirrored when you step into the room, air thick and smelling of lemon cleaning supplies. you tug on the string hanging down to turn on the light. it casts a faded glow, leaving you in mostly darkness. you sort of like it. this feels more intimate, which is fitting for what you’re both about to say.

neither one of you knows where to begin. peter’s question is ringing in the back of your mind, and you could touch on that, but there’s more to it than a simple yes or no. you don’t have to worry about it because peter gets his words out first.

“i think harry likes you, and i think you like him back,” peter restarts, already sounding deflated by what he came up with. “he doesn’t, and i don’t.” you take a step towards him. “he likes mj.” it’s peter’s turn to be shocked. the hint of a smile sets on your lips. “that’s what we were talking about. harry asked if he should take her to dinner after the game, and i said yes.”

this is going better than he expected.

“mj is the one who likes him, not me,” you reiterate and watch some life enter peter again, a tiny bit. he’s coming around, and he wants to believe you. his trust issues don’t. “but, you’re so... touchy with each other. the hugging the other day?” he mentions. you tilt your head to the side in amusement. “friends can’t hug?”

to be fair, you hugged peter yesterday. that’s a point rightfully shut down.

“he calls you pretty,” peter tries, raising both eyebrows. you have to laugh at this one. “you call may pretty.”

obviously, peter’s analysis skills could use some serious improvements. it sounds like he had the right idea, wrong person. your relationship with harry is platonic. hell, he’s crushing on a whole different person. this actually opens up the possibility of you liking peter in the romantic way, of him being in the something more zone. he had it backwards.

in case peter isn’t convinced yet, and because you really want to, you use one more trick to prove to him you don’t like harry.

“do me and harry do this?” your lips speak for you, colliding with peter’s unexpectedly yet easily. he feels like he’s floating, like he’s in some sort of magical wonderland until it hits him that this is real, and he should probably kiss you back. he does so softly and tangles his fingers in your locks. his hand supports the back of your head as the kiss goes on.

you push forward so your bodies are almost fused together, the closest you can be while you hold his jaw. peter breaks the kiss for a short breather, going back in without more than a moment passing. this one is feverish, his free arm looping around your lower back, hand resting on the small of it. you let out a giggle against his swollen lips and stroke your thumb over his jawline.

he’s been waiting to do this for the longest time, but he doesn’t have to tell you that. it shows in how eager he was to reciprocate, his shyness blossoming into passion. you feel yourself melting under his touch, the kiss eventually becoming a series of short pecks. peter gives you the final one. his pink lips form a grin when you pull apart. your hands stay on each other, not in a rush to go anywhere.

“woah, i like you so much,” peter laughs out. the words roll off his tongue naturally. “you know i like you,” you drawl, smiling at him, a full body smile while you caress his skin. he winds both arms around you and dips his head down to steal another kiss. you’re loving what’s happening. however, you don’t feel like making out while dirty brooms stare at you. you should take this back home.

“wanna get out of here? i do,” you suggest, voice muffled from his lips. they detach from yours and brush your cheek gently. peter makes a funny face. “hm, i thought we had to come. harry needs us,” he says what you did yesterday, earning a groan back. “you’re joking.” “i’m not. what kind of friends would we be, ditching him like that?”

he’s going to end you one day.

“yeah, no. i have no idea how basketball works, and i’d like to keep it that way,” peter drops the act, pressing his fingers into your sides. “i’ve been so mean to harry. i was...” “a dick?” you finish for him. it’s more of a statement than a question. to soften the blow, you rub his cheek with the tips of your fingers. “yup. he’s gonna think i hate him or something if we don’t stay.” his formerly smiley face is frowning.

“harry of all people will understand after we tell him our reasons,” you reassure him, nudging under his chin with your nose. “besides, he has other things to worry about. mj, the scout. it’s fine.” peter considers it, ultimately giving in to you like he always does, resting his forehead on yours. “i guess so. less distractions for him, yeah.” “exactly. that’s what i wanna hear.”

having his approval, you unwind yourself from him and head to the door. his fingers wrap around your wrist gently. “what about my popcorn?” a giggle escapes your lips. “you’re still on that?” “you said all i can eat!” his voice comes out high pitched, adorably high pitched.

“fine. i might have those bags you put in the microwave.” you smile when his fingers lock with yours, peter kissing the side of your head.

“even better. let’s go home.”

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The Heist (part 3/finale)

Steve x Reader

Chapter summary: Captain’s plan worked. Now you’re in for a lot of trouble after trying to break into his apartment. He’ll have you. Just like he wanted.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sex, dark, rape/non-con, forced orgasm, praise and degradation kink, kidnapping, mentions of strip club, mentioned anal, swearing, mild violence, slight Stockholm

“You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

Steve wrenched you from the wall and let you fly back toward his bed, your feet tripping over themselves as well as the chain attached to the cuff secured around your ankle before you finally tumbled onto the mattress. Your breathing was heavy as you glared back at his cerulean eyes which were narrowed, daring you to try anything.

And you did. Because fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.

You darted out to the right, arm reaching out to take grip of the lamp on his nightstand. You grabbed hold of it and pivoted your body around as your arm flung out toward his head. Steve simply intercepted the hit with a firm grasp, and you gritted your teeth as the two of you began an aggressive tug of war for the lamp.

“Stop. This. Now,” Steve scolded as if you were a child before giving a sharp tug, the lamp slipping out of your hand.

“No thanks.” You grinned, catching him off guard, before you grabbed both his shoulders as support and kneed him in the groin. Hard.

Steve let out a pained groan. He dropped the lamp, and you caught it by the handle before using all your strength to swing the base against his head like a baseball bat. He stumbled backwards while his hand reached up near his temple. He pulled it back and inspected the blood. You remained frozen, having hoped that the blow would have at least knocked him out. His broad figure compromised your escape route to the door of his bedroom, so running was not an option.

“We need to fix this fuckin’ attitude of yours,” he grumbled, and while you were lost in your predicament of all escape routes being impossible, he snatched the lamp, this time breaking it in half like a toothpick before tossing both ends over his shoulder to the opposite side of the room. “I wanted a kind and docile housewife. Not some ungrateful bitch.”

He practically pounced on you, and you fought, pushing against his brick wall of body, before relenting with the knowledge he was far too strong for you.

“Well you’ve got the wrong person, buddy-pal,” you quipped, but your voice trembled in your compromised position..

“No. I don’t. Because I’ve already seen her, you, at the club. And I don’t know why the hell you gotta give me some attitude when I’m trying to save you from the shitshow of a life you’re livin’. Maybe you’re just scared. Scared of letting someone take care of you when you’ve been fighting for yourself for so long, so you put on the unappreciative bitchy exterior.”

Was this man serious? How delusional did he have to be to think all of that after one encounter?

“Well guess what,” he whispered, face so close to you that his breath fanned over you. “I’ll fucking rip it apart. I’ll break you down. Shatter this pathetic wall you have up until I get back the girl at the club. Might take a couple good fuckings, but I’ll finally get it out of you.” His thumb stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had shed at his admissions. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he cooed. “This is for the best.”

You let out a small whimper, another round of tears flowing, at the sound of his belt unbuckling and fly coming undone.

You began pounding against his chest and begged him not to.

You wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Easily holding you down, Steve let out a stuttered moan as he entered you slowly. You begging turned into sounds of agony as he stretched you out and filled you like no other had before.

“I wanted our first time time to be special. Slow and loving,” he confessed as he stilled inside of you. He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back in and muffling your shriek with a large hand. “Gotta say, this is still pretty special though. Might just love those big watery doe eyes lookin’ at me a little more than that cute smile of yours. You just look so pretty, all wrecked and crying for me, doll.” He moved his hand slightly aside to lick a strip of your tear stained cheek, letting out a hum of approval.

You thrashed under him, hands lashing out until one of his own came to wrangle both wrists above your head, so you resorted to bucking your hips in hopes of throwing him off. It was hopeless.

But you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The hand covering your mouth moved down to hold you hip down in a bruising grip. He just rutted into you harder and faster in response to your outburst.

You couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. The searing of your walls was slowly melting into pleasure. You feared accidentally letting a moan slip and alerting Steve to your pleasure.

But Steve could tell how you enjoyed it. Although tears flowed freely from your eyes, your pussy squelched, the sound blending in with the clapping of skin each time he drove into you.

“Told you. I’d fuck you. Like a whore,” He managed to get out between thrusts. “And you fuckin’ love it too.” He let out a dark chuckle. “God you’re such a slut.”

You whined as he pulled out when he flipped you over, but he made up for it by beginning to drill into you harder than before. With every brutal thrust, his cock glided against your g-spot before the tip punched against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Steve roped your hair around his palm and yanked your head back. Your back arched painfully to accommodate.

“Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me your my slut. Only mine. Only for me. Not that stupid fuckin’ club. Mine.”

“N-no. No,” you stuttered, barely being able to form words. You wouldn’t let him have his victory. You wouldn’t give it to him and bend to him.

Because you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

He once again yanked your hair, this time using the momentum to bring your body flush against him. His other arm came to wrap around your waist, and he secured your back to him, never once letting up on fucking you. The new angle made your body light on fire, and a moan escaped past your lips.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut and I’ll let you cum.”

You wouldn’t. You still had some dignity left. You’d be strong. You’d-

“Oh fuck, I’m your slut. Please let me cum. Please, please, I need it so bad. I’m your fucking slut! Only yours Steve!” you cry out. Humility and pleasure both burned your body.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, quickening his pace. “Cum now. Cum all over my cock.”

You did just that. Your cunt clenched around his cock while you gushed around him. Pleasure constricted around your entire body like fire.

“Good little whore. All mine,” Steve chanted, but you barely heard him. All you could think about was Steve and his cock. You shattered. Your mind, your body, your will, all shattered to a million pieces.

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You sigh, smoothing down the flowy pink skirt that stopped right about your knees. That was all six months ago but it felt like years. Steve made good on his word. Here you were, the good little docile housewife, waiting for him to return home from a mission that had taken him three days, a home cooked meal sitting on the table. Waiting to be devoured by the ravenous man who would return. Just like you.

You didn’t even attempt to escape this time. The first time you had managed to shatter the living room window with a lamp (ironic, huh?) while Steve was in the bathroom. You had made it down the fire escape before he intercepted you in the alley and dragged you quietly back to the apartment with a gun concealed between your bodies. When you got inside, Steve brutally took your virgin asshole. The second time, you tried the same thing, but Steve caught you before you even stepped foot out the window. After replacing the glass with a new bulletproof material from S.H.I.E.L.D., he starved you for five days, only allowing you water. He still made you cook for him though. It was a cruel joke to him, watching you make him a meal while your stomach was about to eat itself. He’d fuck you hard after, and your body felt like it’d break in half.

The third time was three months after that. You’d managed to gain his trust enough to let him take you for a walk in the park, and after a knee to the groin, you took off and hid yourself in a crowd of people. It wouldn’t be a good image for Captain America to be hunting down an innocent girl on the streets of New York. You managed to be away from him for almost 24 hours, but you couldn’t go to the police. After telling them you were a stripper that broke into Captain America’s apartment, you highly doubt they’d believe the rest of your story.

You were in the grocery store with some stolen cash when Bucky Barnes finally caught you. He muttered a couple words about how pretty Bella was and how he’d hate to put a bullet through her pretty head, and you followed him like a dog back to Steve’s building. Steve, as a thank you to Bucky and a punishment for you, let Bucky fuck you for hours till you passed out with his metal hand around your neck.

You smile to yourself, hoping Steve would be happy that you remained compliant and would be there to greet him as he returned home.

The sound of a lock turning snaps you out of your thought, and your head turns to the door as Steve enters.

“Sweetheart!” you say as you throw yourself on him, hands intertwined behind his neck.

“Hi honey,” he greets, smiling down at you, taking in the sight before he leans down to give you a peck on your painted red lips. You almost frown at your eagerness to return it. Almost. But your interest is directed toward Steve as he reaches into a paper shopping bag. “Got you a little something. Know how much you love to paint.”

He pulls out a set of brushes, showing them to you, before handing you the entire bag. You look inside and gasp. So many colors and canvases. This was your life before he had trapped you, and here he was, giving you a piece of it back.

“Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you,” you begin. “I-”

Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.

“Anything for my girl. Besides I figured you could use some practice.”

“For what?” you ask.

“Well, I bought us a house!” he announces, grinning. “That implant of yours will be wearing off in a couple months, and I’d love for you to paint a mural in the nursery. For our baby.”

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