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wolfjackle-creates · 4 months

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Answer My Call Chapter 2 Part 2

Happy WIP Wednesday! So last week, we had a tie between Bring Me Home and Answer My Call. The tie breaker didn't come in until Monday after I'd already finished the entire Bring Me Home chapter and half the Answer My Call one.

So y'all will be getting two fic upates today then I'm going to sleep. I'm tired after a full day of work with a call out. XP

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Story Summary: Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.

Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.

Chapter 1: AO3 (user locked), Tumblr

Chapter 2: Part 1

Word Count: 1.3k

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After the performances—an odd mix where the main band yielded the stage to a poet or an accordionist when they needed a break—Jazz and Todd continued to mingle.

Jazz waited until about fifteen minutes had passed before reaching into her bag to search for her phone. “Todd!” she cried.

“Jazz? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone! Shit, what time is it?”

Todd pulled out his. “Eleven fifty. Did you have it when we arrived?”

“I don’t know! I haven’t checked it. Where could it have gone?”

One of the other attendees broke into the conversation. “Lost your phone? What does it look like? We can help you look.” She was a woman in her forties or fifties. Next to her was another woman who nodded her agreement.

“Thank you, that’d be great.” It didn’t take much effort to bring tears to her eyes—all she had to do was remember that Danny was still missing. “It’s a Samsung in an unfortunately standard black case. The lock screen has picture of and my brother. My name’s Jazz, by the way. And this is Todd.”

“I’m Mel and this is my wife Jayden. I’m sure we’ll find your phone soon enough.” Then, in a voice loud enough to cut through the chatter, “Oi! Anyone see an unattended phone lying around? Jazz here misplaced hers?”

Even Mel, though, had to admit defeat after half an hour of searching through the entire apartment yielded nothing.

Jazz sat down on the floor and let herself cry. “And by now we’ve missed the last train. I’m sorry, Todd. What a disaster.”

“Hey, no. None of that, now. Tonight’s been a blast. This sucks for sure, but I can get us an uber or something—”

“How far are you kids going?” asked Jayden.

“Too far,” cried Jazz. “I live out of the city. Parked at Alewife and took the red line in.”

Jayden winced. “Well, we parked nearby. Is there somewhere close we can drive you?”

Jazz blinked up at them. “You’d do that?” She turned to Todd. “I just want to go to sleep. Is there a motel nearby we could stay at?”

Todd pulled out his phone and searched. “Looks like there’s a Holiday inn just down the street or a La Quinta that’s a little cheaper just a bit further out.” He smiled ruefully at the women who’d been helping them. “If you could get us to either place, we’d be more than grateful.”

One of the residents, an older man named Rob, took a seat next to them. “Hey, kiddo. What’s your email? We can contact you if anyone finds it.”

Jazz smiled at him gratefully and gave it. If it wasn’t so necessary, she’d feel bad for lying to and worrying all these people. But they were in so much danger. To the women, she said, “Would the La Quinta be too far out of the way? If I end up having to get a new phone, I’d like to save as much money as possible. Thank God I still have my wallet.”

“Sweetie, it’s totally fine,” assured Mel. “We’d take you all the way home if we didn’t live on the opposite side of the city.”

“Thank you, but that’s really okay. I just want to go to bed and worry about it tomorrow.”

“Come on, dear.” Mel reached out a hand to help Jazz up. “Let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll be on our way.”

Jazz thanked Rob for his help before Mel led her towards the bathroom with an arm around her shoulder.

Less than forty minutes later, Todd and Jazz were alone in a hotel room together. She pulled the blinds shut and finally let herself relax.

When she turned back to the room, Todd was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. “Want to explain to me what all of”—he threw out his hands—“that was about?”

Jazz glared back at him. “You didn’t tell me you died! Damn it, if I’d known in advance—!” she cut herself off and took a deep breath. “Never mind. What’s done is done.”

Todd was deadly still. “How do you know that?”

Jazz threw her hands in the air. “It’s obvious to anyone who knows how to tell. Including the Guys in White who I told you are dangerous to ghosts and liminals! I had plans for what I’d say when they found us, but those won’t work if you’re dead!”

“Wait.” Todd held up his hands. “You’re saying I can be persecuted under those Anti-Ecto acts?”

“Yes! You’re more ghostly than me, and I am watched every minute of every day.”

Todd narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment before asking, “Have you heard of Lazarus Water or had any dealings with the League of Assassins?”

“No! I have no idea what you’re talking about. Quit changing the subject. My brother is the only thing that matters and you and Red Robin promised to help me find him.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Jason’s eyes flashed green, and Jazz glared right back at him. “The League of Assassins are the ones who brought me back to life with Lazarus Water. I need to know if you and your brother are mixed up with them because that would change our approach. If it’s a rogue government agency, that’s one thing. If it’s also the league, we’ve got a whole set of other problems.”

Jazz sat down heavily on one of the bed. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t— It’s been a long few months. After a long few years.”

Todd sat down across from her and nodded for her to continue. “Tell me what happened.”

“It started three years ago. My parents, they’re ghost hunters. Been building weapons to detect and hunt ghosts since before I was born. But three years ago is when they finally finished their life’s work: the ghost portal. Only it didn’t work at first. Then my brother Danny and his friends decided to be stupid. They went to check it out. I wasn’t there and the three of them don’t talk about it, but something happened down there that day.

“My brother died and the portal was working. Only, he didn’t die all the way. He became half-ghost, half-human. And that would have been bad enough, but with the portal open, ghosts came through from the Infinite Realms, sometimes called the Ghost Zone by humans. Some were benign, but many of them came to cause problems or hurt people. Danny stopped them.”

Todd held up a hand to stop her. “Your brother became a supehero? How didn’t the Justice League hear about this? How old was he?”

Jazz shrugged. “I don’t know about the Justice League. It could be that no one ever contacted them. It could be they didn’t believe us. And it could be that no one cared. Danny felt responsible though, since it was his fault the portal turned on. And he was the only one with the ability to stop the ghosts, so…” She held up her hands in a what-can-you-do gesture.

Todd closed his eyes and let out a careful breath. “I can guarantee you the JL didn’t know about your town. A fourteen-year-old would never have been left alone to monitor an interdimensional portal if we had.”

Jazz had no idea what she thought of that. Danny had done it all alone. So finding out he could have had help? She shook her head. What-ifs were a waste of time. “Well, he did. But the government didn’t like that a ghost was the main defense against ghosts. So the Ghost Investigation Ward, more commonly called the Guys in White or GIW was formed. At first, they were as incompetent as any other ghost hunter. But they didn’t stay that way.”

“What happened to your brother, Jazz?” asked Todd.

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Sorry to end it there. But it's the right length and I need to go to bed. XP

Hope you enjoy!

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Not much to say about this one. When I went to the event at this location, my friend and I very nearly missed the last train. It was pulling into the station as we entered. If we'd been 2 or 3 minutes later, we would've been stranded so far from my car, I don't even want to know what that uber or cab would've cost.

Luckily Jazz and Jason had a few good Samaritans nearby.

Next up: We learn more about what happened to Danny!

#dpxdc #answer my call #wrong number au #jazz fenton #jason todd #eventual anger management ship #emotions are running high #and jazz is Stressed™️#but they can finally talk #and be safe about it

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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butch dad!Sevika and her little one going to the first day of kindergarten, and Vika is dazzled by her kid’s teacher & develops a lil crush 😣🫶🏾🫶🏾

omg imagine one day Vika’s dropping her kid off then when she sees reader, her kiddo just jumps and tells reader about Vika’s feelings toward her 😭😭😭

i love butch dad sevika, but i'm gonna change this just a bit and make it butch god-father sev, because kids are really hard for me to write, but i already know how to write for jinx haha

men and minors dni

there are always parents crying on the first day of school.

this year, the most endearing by far was the skinny man who just couldn't seem to let go of his daughter, who was vibrating with excitement at the sight of all the toys in your classroom. she kept trying to squirm out of his arms, and he kept pulling her back into his chest and kissing her head.

once she finally broke free, you approached the man, handing him a tissue to blow his nose and sop up his tears.

"i'm sorry, i'm usually not this emotional." he laughs at himself. you smile.

"it's really okay. i find that the parents who cry the most tend to have the best kids." you say. this brings a smile out of him.

"well, jinx is certainly the best." he says. "though, i should tell you, she has a bit of a destructive streak. i usually distract her with a coloring book." he warns. you smile.

silco cries every other day that week, and the two of you form a friendly report as you hand him tissues every morning and give him a breakdown of jinx's behavior every night.

jinx is a great kid. she's full of energy and eager to learn, friendly with others, and funny as shit. you're not supposed to have favorites as a teacher, but jinx is definitely your favorite this year.

the next monday, when she shows up with a woman (a tall, broad, devastatingly handsome woman), you greet jinx with your usual exploding fist bump then approach the woman.

"is silco okay?" you ask. she nods.

"he was a mess at work last week so i decided to take over on drop off duty. can't have him crying in all his meetings." she responds. you laugh.

"well, you must be jinx's mom then?" you ask. the woman laughs. jinx laughs. you blink.

"oh, god no." she grunts out. "no. not her mom." she says, wiping a tear away from her eyes. you blink.

"step-mom?" you ask. this just makes the woman laugh harder. jinx has been distracted by a few kids playing house in the play corner, and she runs off, leaving you and the woman alone.

when she finally catches her breath, she stands back up and introduces herself.

"i'm sevika. jinx's godmother. silco's my best friend." she explains. you shake her hand.

"oh, it's nice to meet you." you say with a smile. "sorry for assuming." you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i don't get mistaken as straight often, it was a good laugh." she says with a shrug.

something inside your stomach flips over.

she is pretty butch, in a power suit and a silk button up underneath. she's got a few chains around her neck, and her chin length hair has been gelled back to stay off her face. she's handsome. and she's staring at you with a sparkle in her eye.

sevika continues to do pick up and drop off for the rest of the year.

each time, she walks into the classroom jinx runs out of her hold to play with her friends, barely waving goodbye to her godmother. sevika lingers, though, hanging out by the door and waiting for you to get a free moment to talk with you.

one day, around halloween, she asks you your coffee order. you find the question odd until the next day, she shows up with a cup of your order for you.

she brings you coffee every day after that, too.

right before winter break, jinx comes in with a mischievous look on her face, and for the first time, sevika doesn't stick around to talk to you. she leaves your coffee on your desk, and bolts. you try to pretend you don't miss her, but your energy is low all day.

jinx seems to notice.

"are you okay miss?" she asks. you sigh and nod.

"i'm fine jinx, how are you?" you ask, as you color with the girl, waiting for sevika to pick you up.

"you don't seem okay. you seem sad." she says. you chuckle and ruffle the girl's hair.

"i'll be okay, don't worry about me." you say. jinx hums, and returns to her drawing.

as she colors in the sun in the corner of her page, she speaks again, not looking at you. "y'know aunt sevika's got a crush on you?" she asks.

you nearly fall out of the toddler-sized chair you're crouching in.

"what!?" you ask. jinx shrugs.

"she keeps askin' me about you. tells me she thinks you're pretty and cool and stuff. she asked me if you were gay, i told her probably." jinx says matter of factly. you choke on your tongue.

"what?!" you ask again. jinx shrugs again.

"you wear a lot of flannel." she says simply.

when sevika arrives to pick jinx up, you can't look her in the eye. she seems to notice.

"fuck, she said something to you didn't she?" sevika groans. you look over at her and bite your lip.

"i, uh. she said something but... i don't think she knows what she's talking about." you whisper, scratching the back of your neck.

sevika groans. "c'mon, when has jinx ever not known what she was talking about?" she grumbles. you chuckle.

"so... it's true?" you ask. sevika gulps. "is that why you ran away this morning?" you ask. sevika sighs.

"i told jinx i'd ask you out before the end of the semester. today's the last day, and i was gonna ask you this morning but... i chickened out." she says. "i guess jinx wasn't having it." she mumbles. you giggle.

"so..." you start. sevika bites her lip.

"i can make silco take over pick up and drop off duty again, if you want." she says, avoiding your eye. you blink.

"what? why?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"'cause... i got a crush on you?" she says. you nod.

"so?" you ask. sevika blinks. "y'know asking someone out means seeing them more, right?"

"wha-- you-- what?" sevika asks, blinking rapidly. you grin.

"oh my god, adults are so stupid!" jinx screams. "she'll take you out to dinner on friday, okay? c'mon aunt sev, i wanna go home and play roblox already." jinx says. you bite your lip and look back at sevika.

"i'm free friday." you say with a smile. sevika blinks, and grins.

"c-cool. awesome. let me just give you my number." she says as she quickly grabs a student's notebook and marker, scrawling her number down on a piece of paper and tearing it out before shoving it in your hands. you grin.

"see you friday." you say.

jinx is dragging sevika out of the classroom by her hand, but sevika's still got a dopey smile on her face as she stumbles behind the girl.

"see you friday!" she calls from down the hall.

by the end of the year, you and sevika are planning your wedding.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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cryptidcorners · 7 months

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~ Josh Futturman x Reader ~

= Title: Mutual

= Character: Josh Futturman

= Media: Show!Future Man

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: An overwhelming party at Kronish labs brings you to the empty halls around back. Fortunately for you, somebody had the same idea.

= Request: N/A

= Tags: Part 1(?), Fluff, Party Setting, Sweet Talk, Shy!Josh, First Meeting, Flirting, Just Cute Stuff ! + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: None.

= Please read my INTRO before interacting !

Instead of stirring around in conversation, you were glued towards the edges of the party. You were a wallflower, unable to engage in celebration with narrowed eyes. Your co-workers were mere strangers right now, only they were swimming in fancy wear, and everything felt so slow.

You didn't want to loiter around. The event had only started a little while ago, and you didn't want to leave entirely either. You had dressed yourself too nicely, too much time spent just to discard it was an idea you weren't married to in the slightest. The fluorescent lights were getting distracting, along with the waving crowd. With a heavy inhale, you shuffled narrowly through the party towards empty halls around some doors you didn't bother identifying.

Your senses eased the party blurring behind you. As much as you hated being alone, it was better than standing around with nothing but white noise keeping you company.

You were about to avert your eyes to your cell until you heard footsteps tracing close to you. Like a startled deer, you whipped your head upwards. "Hello?"

Your eyes focused on a short man, dressed sharply. He looked more startled than you. "Oh, sorry." His whisky eyes flashed away nervously and he halted incredibly quickly. "Sorry,"

You cleared your throat, "No, no. It's alright, uh," you trailed off, studying him. You released a relaxed exhale, "Josh? Right? I think I've heard of you before?"

"Oh, yeah. That's me," he laughed softly. "I didn't know people knew my name."

"I know a lot of people." You extended your hand, introducing yourself professionally. The air was awkward, but gentle in a way. Maybe it was because you were both driven away from interaction.

"Hey, uh," Josh scratched the back of his neck. "What are you doing back here?"

You shyly admitted, "Not feeling the party. You?"

A sigh of relief escaped Josh's lips. "Me too. I'm also, kind of," he trailed off. "Nevermind."

Your brow cocked with curiosity, but you didn't dive too deep into it. You smiled softly, for some odd reason. Everything felt tingly, and you couldn't even hear the party anymore.

"I haven't seen you so close before." You smiled, "I've heard about you before. You're close to Kronish right?"

He placed his hands on his sides with a shrug, "I guess so, yeah? Yeah."

You had no idea how awkward he was in person. Well, you never truly knew him. You always saw him as a janitor, and you were just a scientist. You both had locked eyes before, but nothing more than that.

Josh broke you from the thought, "You know, you look great. Love the, uh-, blue?"

You found his attempts to compliment you adorable and you succumbed to flattery mighty quick. You brushed your face, "Thank you. I think you look pretty nice too."

Then you felt the need to ask, "Did you come here with anyone? I apologize if I'm crossing the line,"

"Oh, no. I haven't." Josh answered. "You?"

"No. Unfortunately." You fumbled with your hands, " I'm surprised you didn't get a date. I mean, you just . . ." You huffed. "I dunno, I'm just surprised."

"Really?" Josh's voice softened, "Me?" He walked toward.

"Well, yeah. I've also thought you'd have one." Before you could continue, Kronish's voice echoed through the halls. He noticeably flinched and veered his gaze behind him. "Oh, shit." He huffed. "Look, I-I, gotta go. I can't miss that speech."

Josh stumbled away, before scrambling back. "I'll talk to you another time. Tomorrow?"

You struggled to get an answer, "Yeah. Yeah." You nodded eagerly. You both stared at each other for a few gentle seconds before he waved and ran down. You couldn't help but feel something swarm on your stomach.

"Wow," It was either butterflies, or the alcohol.

You brushed your lip lightly.

Both?

#🎮 josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman #future man #future man 2017 #josh hutcherson #writing #writers on tumblr #if you guys want a part 2 just ask

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jpitha · 5 months

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Between the Black and Gray

Fen rushed around the corner and slammed her back against the wall, willing herself to be thinner. Station security ran past the alley, their boots clanging on the plates in the floor. Gulping air, Fen tries to slow her breathing.

The comm glued behind her ear buzzed. "Fen, what happened? There are security alerts lighting up the boards looking for you."

Fen winced. She had hoped that she would have had a little longer to try and explain things. "Hey Ma-ren. Sorry. Looks like things got out of hand at Stations End. I uh, might have gotten involved in a small... altercation."

"You were in a bar fight? Fen, what the hell?" Ma-ren managed to sound exasperated even over the bone conduction comm while speaking Levinen.

Fen switched to Colonic. Hardly anyone here spoke the old language and it was easier to talk to Ma-ren in their native tongue. "They were shit talking K'laxi, Ma! I couldn't let that stand. 'Furball' this and 'Cats' that. It was making me so angry!" Fen balled up her fist at the memory, winced when her bruised knuckles complained, and straightened her hand again. "I threw a few punches, tossed a couple Bears, and chucked my chair. It was hardly a fight. Look, I ducked station security, but I need to get off the promenade. I'll keep to the alleys and the maintenance tunnels. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. See you in a bit."

Before Ma-ren could reply, Fen touched the stud on her comm, silencing it. Peering around the corner, she saw that security was looking around. Fen crept further down the alley until she was behind a restaurant. Even here on the station, behind restaurants were messy places. Odd smells, greasy floors and detritus scattered everywhere.

Fen crept behind the restaurant until she came upon a maintenance tunnel. She tried the wheel, but it was stuck fast. "Uh Station? Can you open maintenance door-" she peered at the door and wiped some slimy dirt away "-775-OPR-23?" Fen spoke as quietly as she thought she could get away with.

"Fenchurch Imar, you are not authorized to enter the maintenance tunnels." Station at least had the grace to reply in a low voice matching hers.

"I know Station, but I just need to use it as a shortcut to get home. You saw security, there's no way I'll get treated well if they catch me"

"Fenchurch, I also know why they are chasing you. You tossed two Sefigans and threw a chair at a Gren. All three are in the medical ward."

Fen stopped. She didn't think she had injured anyone. "How badly are they hurt?"

"They will recover. The Sefigans are bruised and the Gren broke one of their legs. You know that you are stronger than both of them. We make it clear to humans when they come onboard."

"I know Station, but you also know how they were bad mouthing K'laxi. They were calling them our pets!"

"Regardless Fenchurch-"

"Please, call me Fen."

"Very well. Regardless Fen, you started a bar fight. Whatever your reasons, security wants to speak to you."

Fen rolled her eyes. "Station you know very well that speaking is the last thing on their minds. They want to shock baton me until I'm a gibbering mess and then toss me into the drunk tank until Ma-ren bails me out and everyone has a good laugh. I'll probably get evicted for good measure."

Station said nothing.

"Well Station? Are you going to open the hatch, or am I going to get arrested, beaten, and humiliated? You know what I did. Does defending my girlfriend warrant all that?"

There was a click, and the hatch bounced off its seals.

"Thanks Station, I owe you."

"You do, Fen."

Fen made it home without further incident. As she approached the stairs she passed an old K'axi, gray around their muzzle, sitting on a folding chair, reading a pad.

"Hey Da'reni. How's things?"

They looked up from their pad and flicked an ear. "Causing trouble again Fen?"

Fen crossed her arms defiantly. "They were shit talking K'laxi, Da'reni. I wasn't going to let that stand."

Da'reni nodded slowly. "I get that Fen, and I appreciate it, but you also have to think about what kind of trouble this will bring down on all of us. The knock-on effects. We're not in the Colony Worlds. Humans and K'laxi are thin on the ground here. You could take anyone here in a fight one on one, but they're in charge. Security can come here and evict us and then what Fen? Spyglass barely made it here, and I know that you can't fix a Starjumper."

Fen sighed. Da'reni was right, but that didn't make what she said feel good. "I know Da'reni, I know. But..." her shoulders slumped. "Okay. I'll try and be more careful."

Da'reni looked down at her pad. "I know you will Fen."

Fen's energy sapped, she walked slowly up the steps until she reached her apartment. Touching the locking stud, the door clicked and she pushed it in. Suddenly, her vision was obscured, and she felt warm fur on her face. Her arms shot up to catch Ma-ren after she jumped onto her. "Hey hon. I thought you might need a hug."

Fen squeezed her girlfriend gently and held her. "You always know just what I need Ma." After a moment she set the K'laxi down. "I talked with Da'reni on the way in."

"Oh? What did that old warhorse have to say?" Ma-reni's tail flicked playfully.

"She warned me about causing trouble. We don't want to get evicted or worse, especially since Spyglass isn't in any condition to thrust away, let alone link anywhere."

Ma-ren nodded. "She has a point Fen. Still, you came to my rescue today and while it might cause trouble, that's part of the reason why I love you.

Fen smiled. "I love you too Ma. You wanna go get dinner?"

Ma laughed. "After the trouble you just caused? I think we'll cook at home tonight."

#humans are deathworlders #sci fi writing #jpitha #humans and aliens #writing #humans and ai #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #between the black and gray

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thewalkingthread · 3 months

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you're losing me - r.g. (part 2)

part 1

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you're adjusting to life after rick cheats on you

warnings: cursing, rick is an absolute lost puppy without you

author's note: i'm not sure what you guys were wanting in the part two in terms of resolution, but i wrote this with intentions of rick being a loser LOL BUTTTTTT, I can absolutely make an alternate ending where they work it out. but for now, boss babe Y/N.

It's been a month since you and Rick broke up. The day after you caught him and Jessie you packed all your stuff up and moved into Daryl's little cabin just outside the walls.

It was odd at first, being away from Rick. Being away from Carl and Judith. It was miserable. You were miserable.

You stayed in the cabin for a week straight, despite Daryl's several attempts to make you go into the walls with him during the day. Eventually he stopped, knowing you would face everyone when you were ready.

By everyone, you meant Rick.

Everyone caught on pretty fast considering you moved out of the house, out of the whole community. Maggie and Carol were the first to come see you and ask what happened.

It wasn't until Carl came knocking on the door with Judith on his hip that you decided to take that step and go back in to the walls.

According to Carl, everyone knows what happened. Everyone knows that Rick cheated. Everyone knows it was with Jessie- not like that was a surprise to anybody.

Your first day back inside was awful. Everyone kept giving you pity glances, knowing that you were the victim. You hated it. Yes, Rick cheated on you but you definitely didn't need anyone's pity.

You avoided Rick like the plague at first. Any sight of him you were turning the opposite direction. Whether you liked it or not, Rick is the leader of Alexandria- your leader.

You couldn't avoid him forever. But you sure as hell did your best.

Now a month later, you still weren't okay. Who would be after finding your boyfriend macking on another woman he told you not to worry about?

"I'm here to relieve you of your duties, madam." Abraham bowed deeply to you. You rolled your eyes, handing him the rifle.

"Thank you, kind sir." You laughed, heading down the ladder. Things were a bit easier now. People were acting normal towards you again, everyone was moving forward.

Well, not everyone.

Rick has made several attempts just to get you to glance at him, let alone speak to him. Despite him cheating on you with Jessie, you haven't seen them together since then. It seems that they broke off whatever they were.

It didn't matter though, the damage was done. The trust was broken.

You walked towards the pantry, needing to take note of the things we were running low on for the next run with Daryl.

Your footsteps slow down when you hear commotion by the pond. You see Carl and Ron a few feet apart from each other. You could tell just from their body language that things weren't alright.

You stopped, watching them for a second before deciding whether or not you should intervene. They're teenage boys, surely they can sort out their issues.

"Well your mom is a homewrecker!" Carl shouts at Ron. "She knew my dad and Y/N were in a relationship!"

Ron scoffs, raising an eyebrow at Carl. "It's not her fault your dad is a cheating pig! He chose to cheat on Y/N, sorry my mom's better."

Before you knew it, Carl was lunging himself at Ron. "Take it back, you little shit!" The two boys began to roll around in the grass, wrestling one another.

You ran towards them, other people stopping to witness the commotion.

"Y/N, is the best thing that's ever happened to my dad." Carl grunted, landing a punch to Ron's face.

"Carl!" You shout once you reach the boys. You pull on his shoulder, trying to tug him off of Ron. "Get off of him, Carl." You urge.

Much to your dismay, the boys continue to pull at each other, both trying to land a punch.

"What the hell-" You hear the all too familiar southern accent from behind you. You look around and see a small group of people gathered around. Jessie comes bursting through the wall of people, seeing her son on the ground with a black eye.

Rick manages to pull Carl off of Ron, pushes him back. You grab onto Carl, checking him over to see his bruises that were already forming.

"Do one of you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Rick shouts at the two teenagers.

Both of the boys glare at each other, neither one of them saying anything. Rick glances around the area, "Nothing to see here." He shoots everyone a look. Everyone scatters except Jessie, who pulls her son off the ground.

"Carl?" He angles his head to his son once the crowd disperses.

Carl scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, son." Rick clenches his jaw. "You think this is acceptable be-"

Carl stops him before he can finish. "Oh save it, dad! Everything was fine. Everything was great! But you decided to cheat on Y/N and then everything went to shit!" Carl snaps.

“Carl-“

“No! Y/N left and now we’re all feeling emptiness! I’m feeling it, Judith is feeling it- You’re feeling it.”

"You want to talk about acceptable behavior?” Carl scoffs, nodding his head up at his dad. “Check yourself first." He shakes his head before walking away.

You stand there awkwardly. Rick glances at you as if to ask for an explanation. You cock an eyebrow at him and shrug your shoulders.

Carl has a point.

“He’s a smart kid,” You say smugly before heading away.

“Look, Y/N-“ you could hear Rick’s footsteps follow shortly behind you. His hand latched onto your elbow softly, halting you in your spot. “Can we talk… please.”

There was a desperation in his voice that you haven’t heard before. His eyes stared at you deeply, dark bags had formed beneath his eyes and the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper.

“I don’t really think there’s anything to talk about, Rick.” You shake your head at him.

His frown deepens. “There is, there’s so much we need to talk about. I- I need to say things. Explain myself-“

You raise an eyebrow at the scuffed up man in front of you. “Explain yourself? There’s nothing you can say that will justify you cheating on me.” Your voice raises slightly, causing the few surrounding people to glance at you two.

“Y/N, please. Can we just talk?” He glances around. “Somewhere private?”

You sigh deeply, glancing around the audience around you. “Fine.”

You turn on your heels, heading towards the house. Rick followed closely behind you, you could practically feel his breathe on your neck.

Carl was on the living room floor with Judith, playing with some blocks and dolls. His eyes lock on yours when you open the door, a smile spreads on his face before disappearing when he sees Rick step in behind me.

The father and son lock eyes before Rick nods his head towards the stairs. Carl rolls his eyes before pushing himself off the ground and stomping towards the stairs.

“Carl-“ Rick glares at the boy. You put your hands up to stop him.

“I’ll go talk to him,” you shush Rick quickly before following Carl up the stairs. He was on his bed, a comic book opened in his hand.

“Hey, you.” You smile at Carl as you knock on the door frame.

Carl sighs deeply when he sees you. “I’m not going to apologize for hitting, Ron.” He mumbles.

You laugh, head tilting backwards. “Oh, please. I wouldn’t want you to. The little shit deserved it.” You smile at him, stepping into his room. You sat at the end of his bed.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Carl frowns, shutting the comic book and tossing it to the side.

“I miss you. We miss you.” He says. “It’s different without you. Judith doesn’t sleep through the night anymore, dad can’t cook for shit. The house is a mess, there’s no order.” He ranted on.

“Things between me and dad have been hard. He knows I’m angry with him and so there’s this weird tension between us.” He sighs.

You bite your bottom lip, hearing the frustration and tiredness in Carls voice.

“Do you think I should give him a second chance?” You ask Carl, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Honestly? No. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you.” Carl shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be with something that makes you question their loyalty.”

“You know, no matter what happens with me and your dad… Our relationship will never change. I’ll always be here for you, Carl. No matter what.” You reach out, placing your hand on top of his to give it a good squeeze.

“Thank you for sticking up for me to the little brat.” You smile, lightening the mood. Carl gives you a smile, nodding his head.

“I guess I better get downstairs. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And hey, cut your dad some slack… what he did to me was wrong, but that’s an issue for me and your dad.”

Carl nods his head in defeat as you walk towards the door.

“Hey, Y/N.” You stop, turning back at the teenager.

“I meant what I said. He doesn’t deserve you.”

You give him a tight lip smile and nod your head before heading downstairs. You could hear Judith’s cries from the top of the stairs. Your heart instantly breaks at the sound.

Rick’s in the middle of the living room, bouncing Judith in his arms in an attempt to soothe her. Her cries seemed to get louder as soon as she saw you walking down the stairs.

Her cries turned into screams as she thrashed in Ricks arms.

“Ma!!” She cried, reaching for you. “Ma-maaa,” she screams between cries. Rick looks at you desperately as you approach the pair.

You reach for the toddler, your hands grazing Rick’s at the hand off. The screams instantly subsides once she’s in your arms. She hiccups as she clutches onto you.

Rick sighs and falls onto the couch. You sit at the opposite end of the couch, Judith lets her head rest on your chest, trying to calm down.

“Carl said she hasn’t been sleeping well,” You break the silence between you.

Ricks eyes squeeze shit as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “None of us have since you left,” he mumbles.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought. You don’t say anything after that, not really sure what to say. Rick shifts his body towards you and you really take in his current appearance.

He looked tired.

“I know I messed up,” he starts. “I know there’s nothing I can do to change what I did. But I want to fix this- I want to fix us.” The desperation stays in his voice.

“This past month has been absolute hell, without you. I’ve been- I’ve been miserable.”

Good.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you, I’m so sorry for ruining us. Please just let me make it right. Please give us another shot, Y/N.”

The way he was looking at you right now was almost enough to make you crack.

Almost.

"I can't," I said quietly. The room fell still. Silence enveloped us in a suffocating hug.

"I'm sorry, Rick. I can't." I repeated. I felt tears well up in my eyes, saying it out loud.

It's taken an entire month for me to even be able to look Rick in the eyes. I was a few begs away from giving in and taking him back.

He doesn't deserve you.

Carls words rang in your mind.

"I think you and I both know the end of our relationship began as soon as we stepped into this place." You frowned. "Whether you meant for it to happen or not, you allowed this place- Jessie, to drive a wedge between us." You sigh.

"You." You lock eyes with him. "Not me." You shake your head.

"I let it go on for a while. I forced myself to just deal with a lot of the stuff. The late nights, missing dinners, forgetting dates." The memories of you waiting endlessly for Rick caused a scowl to settle on your face.

"I really wanted us to work. I loved us. I thought we were it." A small chuckle leaves your mouth. "I would've lassoed the moon for you if I could. Even though you hurt me over and over again with each lie, I wanted to stay. Because I loved you with everything I am."

Rick's jaw clenches and his eyes are moving around the room repeatedly before settling onto yours sadly.

"Loved." His voice cracked.

You gave him a tight sad smile.

"I asked Carl if I should give you another chance." You clear your throat. "He said, no."

Rick tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Said you don't deserve me."

Rick chuckles with a nod. "He's a smart kid," Rick echoes what you said earlier that day.

"I really did love you, Rick." You reach over, latching his hand in yours. "I'll always care for you. For the kids. Y'all have a special place in my heart." You nod, holding Judith close to you.

"Would you believe me if I said I do love you?" Rick cocked his head to the side. "That I'll spend every day of my life loving you even if you hate me." Something in his eyes tell you that he's being 100% honest.

You squeeze his hand 3 times.

"Thank you for everything." You offer him a smile. Despite better judgement, your body leaned towards him, capturing his lips with yours for one last time.

Rick sighed deeply, taking you in for the last time.

Rick watched as you got up to put Judith to sleep. Then he watched as the love of his life walked out the door because of his stupid mistakes.

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Personal Time [2]

Steven Grant X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Personal Time Series Masterlist (You don't have to read it to read this)

Summary: Steven orders a strap-on.

A/N: @lonelyisamyw-0love this is especially for you 💚

This is unbetaed (like all of my fics) I have read it over a few times, but my head just isn't in the game at the moment and I feel like I'm just not chatching errors. I appologise that there are probably more here than normal. Also Downward dog is a yoga position.

Warnings: oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, pegging, anal sex, sucking on a strap, praise kink (I’m sorry), the term ‘good boy’ used, begging, ermmmm kind of an exhibition kink?, typos, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning.

Word Count: 4967

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Steven had spent the better part of 24 hours researching. Not all at once mind you.

He hadn’t meant to fixate on this, it had just sort of… happened.

One thing had led to another and another, and another. But he’d finally found a strap-on that he thought would tick all the boxes for both of you.

He had ordered it online, after checking fifteen times that the delivery would be with discreet packaging. There was no need to give Mrs Thompson on the second floor anything to get all gossipy about. Especially when she managed to churn up enough ‘scandal’ about the block’s private lives anyway. (Quite early on in your and Steven’s relationship Mrs Thompson had engaged you in conversation in the lift. And when she had noticed what floor you were headed to, had promptly filled you in on all the ‘juicy titbits’ about the ‘odd gentleman’ that lived in flat 502 and his two ‘unusual brothers’. You had struggled to keep a straight face and had blurted the whole story out to Steven the second you saw him.)

The discreet (ordinary) packaging was the main reason why Steven had just dumped the parcel on the coffee table with a couple others when he got home from work. He’d had a shower and gone as far as slicing open the brown parcel tape when you’d knocked at the door.

“Hi Steven.” You smiled as he held the door. “How was work?”

“Hi love,” he grinned and kissed your cheek before standing back to allow you to come in. “Good, good, shit actually, but good.”

You snorted as you took off your shoes and hung up your jacket.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Aw, thank you, just water.”

He grinned again and waited until your hands were unencumbered before he gave you a proper hug and a kiss. “Hello.”

“Hello.” You echoed as he held you tightly.

“Jake has been driving me fucking insane.”

You laughed as he broke the hug. “Why?”

“Why?” He pulled a face, mock exasperation that you knew was a put on just to amuse you. “His current obsession with Mrs Thomspon.”

You giggled and Steven gestured for you to take a seat on the sofa as he went into the kitchen to get you a glass of water, and himself a cup of tea.

“What’s the latest update in the saga?” You said as you sat down, noticing the three large parcels on the coffee table, one partially open.

“He baked her cookies.”

“Cookies?”

Steven leaned back so that he could stare at you dramatically. “Cookies.”

You laughed again. “How did she react?”

Steven rolled his eyes and went back to making the drinks. “She loves him! You know that already from her most recent lift update to you about, ‘that strange Mr Grant, his odd brother, and that lovely Jake.’”

You couldn’t stop your giggles at his impression of Mrs Thompson.

“I know Jake said he was going to kill her with kindness, but really.” He tutted. “He’s just doing it to annoy me. And to get all the gossip about everyone in the building.”

You smiled. While you were sure that Jake did enjoy hearing about the little mini-dramas that were going on in the block of flats, you knew that he had originally spoken to Mrs Thompson after the first lift incident as a precaution. A safety check. Just to see what the woman had been saying about them to other people.

He had ended up in the 77 year old's flat being fed tea and biscuits and had fixed her bathroom window, which hadn’t been closing right.

The kettle clicked off as it boiled.

“So what’s with all the boxes?” You called.

“Oh!” Steven answered excitedly, “I think they are the books I was telling you about!”

You chuckle. “Did you buy a library?”

“Pretty much!”

Your smile widens.

“I just had to get the full colour edition of the history of Iraq, because the photos looked amazing! Have a look!”

You paused for a second, a little ball of impoliteness prodded at your mind even though Steven had just given you express permission to look in the box. But you shook the feeling aside and opened it. It was silly to be worried, it was just…

Ah.

Steven came back into the room and paused at the look on your face. “Love?”

You looked up at him quickly, trying to hide the smile that wanted to take over your entire being.

“You okay?”

“It’s not your book in that parcel.”

He frowned. “It’s not,” then he sighed. “Have they sent the wrong bloody thing?”

You took the strap-on out of the packaging, all neatly sealed in its own very posh looking box, and held it up to him.

“Oh, yeah.” Steven blushed but he was grinning. “That’s not a book.”

“I didn’t realise you could also order these from Waterstones.”

He snorted. “No, that was definitely from a different place.” He gave you a sheepish smile as he put the drinks on the table and brushed his curls out of his eyes.

“I didn’t realise you’d ordered one.”

“Well,” he shrugged and sat down next to you, fiddling with his fingers ever so slightly. “I just, I wanted to make sure it was alright first.”

“You were gonna use it without me?” You teased.

“No,” his eyes shot up straight to yours, relaxing only when he saw your playful expression. “I just wanted to make sure it looked comfy for you.”

“For me?” The sentiment touches deep within your heart. “Steven, surely, I mean, it’s going in you. Your comfort is much more important.”

He pulled a face like you’d just told him that the sky was orange. “Don’t be silly, love.” He shifts a little closer to you, his knee resting against your leg. “So,” he points to the box in your hands. “I did some research to find one that was good for beginners and each party.”

“You did some research?” You tease gently and he nods.

You can’t help yourself as you rub your legs together. Unable to stop the thought of Steven hunched over his laptop on his desk, his glasses on the tip of his nose as he read in depth reviews. Had he worked himself up? Gotten all hot and bothered thinking about you fucking him again? Had he desperately relieved himself at his desk?

“Do you want to try it out today?” You ask tentatively.

“Now?” He asks eagerly.

“Now’s good.”

He had happily let you lead him to bed, your lips fastened to his as if he was your only source of oxygen. His tea long forgotten and growing cold.

You had drunk down his little moans, softly pushing him back onto the mattress and stripping him of his clothes. You bit his lip gently every time he tried to take off your own and he giggled.

When he was naked, at last, you took a moment just to admire him. The flushed golden hue of his skin, his beautiful dark eyes, the way his mouth parted with every breath.

Languidly you trailed your hands up his legs, placing gentle kisses on his inner thighs and smiling against his skin when he jumped and squirmed. His cock was already hard, twitching against his stomach and leaking. Desperate and waiting for you. For the smallest touch or caress, for anything you’d grace him with.

It was dizzying sometimes, the thought alone making your head spin, how much faith and trust Steven gave you, putting every single part of himself in your hands as if it was as natural as breathing.

You kissed his balls, nuzzling into them before licking them all over.

Steven swore, his back arching ever so slightly as he pushed himself closer and spread his legs wider.

You happily obliged him by licking a board, flat stripe up from the base to the very tip of his cock. Moaning slightly when the beaded precum at his head touched your tongue.

He groaned, trying to bury the sound behind his hand, “Love… please.”

You took your mouth away from him and he whimpered, a look of betrayal flashing across his features.

His pout made you smile.

You kissed the base of his length, running the tip of your nose against the thick vein that ran up the underside of his cock. Your smile widened when he shivered.

“Can you grab the lube out of the drawer?” You asked quietly and broke into a laugh at how quickly Steven moved. As if he had been struck by lightning.

He partially rolled over, carefully not to whack you with his thighs, and fished around for a second before pulling out the bottle and placing it into your waiting hand.

“Thank you.” You said in a singsong voice.

Since finding his dildo and your recent escapades with it, you had made it your personal mission to learn how to work Steven open yourself. Savouring every moan and clench of muscle. He’d seemingly become quite addicted to it.

You poured a generous helping of lube onto both of your hands. Then positioned your left hand around his cock, pumping him in lazy strokes, while you slide the fore and middle fingers of your right down his balls and pressed them lightly at his hole.

Steven’s breathing hitched, his hips bucking ever so slightly into your touch as he fought with himself to stay still.

You gently eased both of your fingers into him. Yours weren’t as thick as Steven’s own, and you knew from previous experience that he enjoyed that slow, tortuous stretch at the start. Happy to take two or three in the first breach, as long as they were well lubed.

He moaned, shuddered, and swore, fisting his hands into the sheets beside him and pressing his head back, exposing the tendons in his neck.

“Nice?” You asked as you moved your fingers, stroking them perfectly against his prostate.

Steven gasped loudly, nodding, his eyes screwed up tight at the sensation. “Yeah, yeah, yes, good, nice, really good!” He rushed all his words together, the syllables becoming a blur.

“Good.” You muttered. Heat swam in your lower belly, pooled at your core just from watching him. His pretty little sounds hypnotic.

You scissored your fingers lightly, just enough to stretch his tight ring of muscle before going back to your tortuously slow, deep strokes.

His thighs shook slightly, his muscles twitching as he fought with them to keep them still.

You lean up, moving slightly so that you can swirl your tongue over the tip of his cock.

Steven whines and you sink down, taking him deeper into your throat, and the action breaks him.

“Fuck!” He hisses between his teeth, grabbing hold of your shoulder and bucking up into your warm, wet mouth and then grinding down onto your fingers. He can’t stop himself now, the last of his resolve breaking so easily under your touch.

You let him writhe under you for a minute, let him buck and moan and sob as nonsense falls from his mouth.

Incoherent pleas of, ‘love’ and ‘good’, and ‘more’.

You keep one arm pressed against his hips, stopping him from thrashing too much. Slowly you start to avoid his prostate, just skim along the edges of it, until he whines. Almost delirious under your touch. “Looove!”

You chuckle, pulling off his cock and chuckle before going back to stroking and stretching him wide.

“Shit, ah, thank you, I-” He swallows, gasping for air and then quickly his hands are on your shoulders, pushing you back. “Wait, love, wait, too much, sorry.”

You removed your fingers instantly, sitting up as panic chills your veins. “You okay?”

“Good,” he breathes in deeply, “really good. Too good.” He gives you a lopsided smile. “Didn’t want to cum.”

You smile back as his words soothe you. “I thought I’d hurt you.”

His eyebrows pinch together in concern. “Oh love, no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” You give him a kiss and he chases after your mouth as you pull away.

You giggle. “I’ll be right back.” You quickly move away to the bathroom to wash your hands.

When you come back Steven has moved a little, now sitting more fully on the bed. He grins at you. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Oh?” You mock surprise as you approach him. “Am I?”

“Yes,” he grabs hold of you playfully and pulls you into an embrace as he kisses all over your face and neck. “Far too many.”

His hands are so warm, and you giggle as he slips them under your clothes, removing them like he was unwrapping a gift. He kisses your chest, lavishing attention on each breast before pulling you back down on top of him.

You let out a little squeak of surprise as he gently manhandles you into the position he wants - your thighs on either side of his head.

“Steven-”

“Hmm?” He asks innocently, pushing down on your hips so that your knees slide wider and your pussy inches closer to his waiting mouth.

“This is meant to be about you.” Your voice comes out weak and breathless.

“Oh, it is.” He whispers, leaning up and running a board, flat lick across your centre, and moaning loudly. The vibrations run up and along your clit.

You bite your lips together, trying to gain some kind of control over yourself as your toes curl and eyes roll back at the slow swipes of his tongue.

“Good job this is what I want then, isn’t it?” Steven mutters, his eyes dark and hungry before diving back to your folds and pressing you down to his waiting mouth.

“Steven,” you bite your lips together to hold back a moan, your right hand flying to the headboard, your left hand to his soft curls.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pushing down on your hips and rocking you back and forth against him, urging you to buck and grind on his tongue.

You can't help yourself, your muscles moving on instinct as you obey his commands without thinking.

Pleasure sparks low in your belly as he swirls his tongue over your clit, lightly scraping at you with his teeth before he curls his tongue through your folds and slips inside. You gasp, following his hypnotising rhythm as the familiar heat begins to build.

There’s a dull scratch of his stubble against your thighs as you ride him.

The bridge of his nose presses against your clit as he fucks his tongue deeper into you, groaning at every pull of his hair and every sound that falls from your lips.

His fingers dig in and bruise your skin, trying to bring you closer, urge you nearer despite the fact that you are as physically close as possible. It’s never enough for Steven, always hungry and desperate for more. More of your sounds, your taste, your warm, soft skin against his.

If you let him, he’d never stop. Would be content to spend the rest of his days with his head between your thighs.

Your toes start to curl, muscles clenching as the heady build of your orgasm begins to crest. So close, so close, so close. But you don’t want it yet.

You push on his forehead with the palm of your hand, moving your hips back and away from him. “Steven,” you breathe as his mouth chases after you, your words sounding indistinct from sighs of pleasure. You push against his head harder.

“Steven.” You try to inject some firmness into your voice, managing it barely.

He stops, his grip on your waist and thighs still tight, but he flops his head back against the pillows as he stares up at you. His eyes dark and hooded with lust, your slick covering the bottom half of his face. He’s breathing deep, his eyes dark, and his dick throbbing against his stomach. Hot and needy.

“You okay love?” He swallows as he asks, his chest heaving and you can feel the strain in his arms, the twitch of muscle as he fights with himself not to pull you back down onto his face.

You give him a sickeningly sweet smile, “Good, really good. Too good.” You repeat his previous words back at him. “Didn’t want to cum.”

“Love-”

“Wanna cum with you.”

He groans, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. He swallows and nods rapidly, almost as if he is afraid to speak and voice his deep-down urges.

You grin as you wiggle free of his grip, placing a quick kiss on his lips as you get off him and stand by the bed.

Steven sits up to watch you put the strap on, his eyes fixated on every movement. “Is it comfortable?” He breathes when you’ve adjusted it.

You nod.

He smiles, a little pinch of anxiety loosening.

You go to reach for the lube, but Steven clears his throat.

“Erm, love?” He waits until you look at him to continue. “Could I, erm, I mean, you can say no, if you don’t want to, I mean, could I maybe…?”

You stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt him. But you gently place your hand on his cheek, softly stroking his skin.

He swallows. “Could I suck it?”

A little smile pulls at your lips. “You wanna suck it?”

Steven nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Get on your knees then.” You whisper, your voice low.

He moves fast, quickly scrambling off the bed and to his knees on the floorboards. You chuckle, stepping back slightly to give him some room. But Steven’s hands go to your hips, reaching around to knead and squeeze your ass and pull you closer.

He licks his lips, staring at the strap, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Slowly he places a kiss to the very tip before ducking down to the very base and licking back up to the head, something you realise he has learnt from how you please him.

He takes the tip into his mouth, easing down slowly and bobbing back up. A low groan building in his chest.

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath, almost too quiet for Steven to hear. Something about him there, on his knees, just does it for you.

With a little more force than you intend, you take hold of a handful of hair at the back of his head and push him deeper.

Steven moans louder. His eyes immediately snap open so he can stare up at you, lustful and cock dumb as salvia drips down his chin to mingle with your wetness that is still covering his skin.

He pushes against the strap ever so slightly, purposefully grinding the base of it against your clit and you gasp.

His dick twitches at the sound.

He swallows around the strap, easing further down, the silicon disappearing into his throat.

You pull him off with a harsh tug on his hair, a string of salvia connecting his mouth to the tip as he gasps for breath. His eyebrows pinched together.

“I get to fuck you now.” You growl and Steven nods his head swiftly.

He leans back and grabs the lube off the bed and hands it to you as he stands.

“How do you want to do it?” You ask as you pour a generous helping all over the length.

“Well,” a slight blush graces his cheeks, touches the tips of his ears. “I was reading,” another flash of Steven furiously jerking off at his desk in front of the laptop as he was ‘researching’ plays behind your eyes, “and there’s, erm, this position that’s meant to be really good.” He shifts his weight back and forth for a second before moving.

He places both hands on the edge of the bed, spreads his legs on the floor, and leans forward like he’s doing a slightly adapted version of a downward dog. “And, I was thinking-” His sharp intake of breath cuts off his words as you pour more lube against his entrance.

“You want me to fuck you like this?”

He nods, his lip back between his teeth. “Uh huh.”

You lean forward a little and his shoulder blade. “I think we can do that.”

He groans at your words, the sounds growing in pitch as you press the tip of the strap against his hole.

“You okay? You need me to warm you up some more?”

“No, please, I’m good, keep going, keep,” he pushes back against you, trying to work the dildo into himself on his own.

You chuckle a little at his eagerness, sliding your hand down to his right hip to steady him as you painstakingly slowly thrust forward. It sinks into him. Steven lets out a satisfied moan as the bulbous head inches past his tight ring of muscle. His hands fist at the bedsheet.

You can take your eyes off how it just disappears into him. The way he stretches around it, completely split open. You swear quietly under your breath and pull his cheeks apart ever so slightly so you can experience the full view as he greedily swallows the strap.

“Fuck, Steven, you look so good like this.”

He moans in response, his eyes screwing up in bliss, feeling so full. The thickness of the strap in him, your hands on him, the heat of your skin as the front of your thighs kiss against the backs of his. It’s almost too much.

His cock throbs painfully hard, heavy, and pleading for relief. So persistent it’s almost maddening.

Finally, you bottom out, your hips flush against him. You ease out again slowly, savouring the torturous pace as you pull back until the tip is barely inside before sinking in.

“You look so good like this Steven,” you praise and delight in his little whimper. “So good taking all of this for me.”

He nods rapidly, eyes screwed shut. He shifts a little as you slide back into him, dropping to his elbows against the bed.

“Next time, shit,” you start to move a little faster. The press of the strap against your clit burning deliciously. “Next time, I’m gonna take photos of you split open like this.”

He moans wantonly.

“Gonna take a video of how well you take me. Of what a good boy you are.” You slide deeper, brushing against his prostate and Steven keens, his back arching. “Gonna watch it every day, gonna touch myself and cum looking at you,” warmth spread along your veins, tightening in your core.

“Oh fuck, please, please, please,” he grinds back into your every thrust, needing you deeper, harder, craving anything you would give. Words pile up in his mind, so many that it’s practically impossible for them all to fall out of his mouth. He wants you, needs you, everywhere. Everything you could possibly do to him. He’ll suffocate without it.

Pleasure sparks up from the base of his spine, tightening his muscles and he’s so, so close to just falling into it.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he slurs, “take videos of me,” he whines, too cockdumb to have any verbal filter. “Split me open, fuck, post them online, I want everyone to seee- Ah!” He sobs as you thrust particularly deep, and you focus all your energy on hitting the same spot over and over.

“You want everyone to see Steven?” You lean forward, hissing in his ear. “You want everyone to see how well you can take it?” Want them all to cum looking at you.”

“Ohshit!” He can’t help it, the thought of it, it’s too much. He tenses, moaning loudly. Every muscle clenches as he cums, spilling thick ropes all over the side of the bed and floorboard. Splashes hitting his stomach. He had intended to warn you when he was close, but now he just can’t stop as he convulses through his orgasm, the pleasure twisting and building impossibly in his stomach.

You kiss his shoulder blade and start to slow your hips.

“No, no, no, no,” he reaches around to grab hold of your hips, moving back against you. “Please, please, keep going, I think I can, ah!” He rocks on the balls on his feet as you start thrusting again. “I think I can cum again, please.”

You groan at how he leans back into you, his breathy, needy, desperate whines, all of it combines to make you lightheaded.

Steven grabs at your right hand, his eyes half closed, mouth hanging open. For a moment you think he just wants to link fingers but he quickly moves it to his head.

“Pull, pull my hair, please, pull me back, just- fuck!”

You do as he asks, taking a large fistful of hair and yanking him towards your chest. He moans loudly as you pull, his spine arching, his throat bobbing as it bends under your grip. He barely manages to keep hold of the bed with both hands, his thighs shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright.

It’s like there’s a snap in his abdomen releasing bliss and pleasure overwhelms every thought.

He sobs out your name as he cums again. Every nerve shaking. And while not much more than a dribble shoots out of his aching cock, he cums harder than he thought possible. It’s like liquid gold explodes along every cell, coating and purifying every single part of him.

He doesn’t remember blacking out for a second, but he must have because the next thing he knows is that he’s in your arms. Your muscles hold him steady and stop him from falling back and smacking his head against the corner of the bedside table.

“Steven?” There’s a tiny pinch of panic in your voice that makes his chest hurt. The idea that you’re worried about him, that he caused your worry is almost too much in that moment.

“I’m fine love, sorry,” he moves to stand fully, taking his weight off of you. “That was so amazing, I just…” He breathes deeply.

You keep your arms around him, keep up that steadying hold. “Are you sure you're-” You yelp, the rest of your sentence lost as Steven turns quickly, pulling the strap on out of himself with a wet pop.

He kisses you deeply, his hands on your cheeks as he slides his tongue into your mouth and groans.

It’s so sudden that you barely register his movements before he’s turning you around and pressing you back against the bed. (Purposefully avoiding the wet patch he left, with mumbles of how he’d change the bedding later.)

He unbuckles the strap hastily, his short nails leaving shallow scratches before he throws it to the side.

“Steve-”

He kneels, dragging your hips to the mattress's edge and spreading your thighs wide.

Without any pause he quickly slides two thick fingers into your aching heat, groaning low in his chest at your wetness. You gasp as he curls them, finding that perfect spot instantly as he strokes your walls.

“Steven, you don’t have to-” Your moan cuts off the rest of your words as he leans forward and presses a board, flat lick across your clit. Timing the movement with the caress of his fingers.

You squirm against his touch, already so worked up, and fight the urge to clamp your legs around his face.

Steven looked up at you, large puppy dog eyes dark and hungry.

Heat builds rapidly in your core, the sound of your wetness echoing around the flat.

He dips his tongue down, slipping in through your folds and into your core just above his fingers. He moans as your muscles tense, never taking his eyes off you.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer as your rock against him, trying to chase that tantalising pressure. Needing more.

The movement of his tongue and fingers overtakes and outshines any other possible thought as all you can do is mindlessly buck against his face as you near your high.

Steven presses deeper, slipping in a third finger and nudging the bridge of his nose against your clit. And fuuccccck.

You cum against him with a wail you’d be embarrassed about if you could formulate thoughts. Every possible thought is overtaken by the sudden wave of pleasure he pulls out of you, drowns you in. Stars dance behind your eyes as your muscles shake.

Steven laps at you steadily, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible until you are gasping, tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.

You place a hand on his shoulder and he slowly withdrawals his fingers, groaning at the white, creamy mess you left on his digits.

He presses a kiss against your knee as you breathe hard.

“I think the strap was a success.” He says, quite matter of factly, as if you had just managed to find a slightly quicker route to work.

You giggle as he glances up at you and pulls a silly face. “Definitely.”

He pauses for one moment, nuzzling against your thigh. “I, erm, maybe we don’t upload videos of me online though.” He blushes a little and you lean down, kissing him deeply.

“I know that was just sex talk, those are all for me anyway.”

He chuckles and kisses you again. “Didn’t… weird you out or anything?”

You shake your head. “I loved it.”

“Good.” He leans into your embrace as you wrap your arms around him.

“Though, if we did upload videos of you,” you tease, “I’m sure we’d make so much money, you could buy all the books you wan-”

You yelp and giggle as Steven tackles you back onto the bed and kisses you roughly.

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zoobus · 2 years

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This ended up being super long so I decided not to harass OP's replies

(this is about my opinion that Elliot the billionaire from Breaking Bad S1E5 "Grey Matter" was not a generous, kindly rich friend offering Walt a way out with no strings attached)

First, let me say this: I know most people don't notice or care about fashion but BrBa actually did put notable effort in their costume design and it's because characters like Skyler are consistently well-dressed that made this point so glaring

When she's hosting, when she goes to the office, hell even her house robes are sophisticated, put together fits - I'm not sure how she affords those sumptuous silk kimonos she's always wearing but it hammers home Skye as an appearance-minded person, a woman who knows how to dress. Even with the shit camera quality, you can tell her hot pink baby shower dress was made for her.

And yet.

Walt and Skye go to that party in complementing loud, harsh, ugly blues for what they learn is a beige party - the literal exact opposite of blue.

Now, it'd be one thing if they'd known and worn beige outfits that were shabby in comparison and Walt got in his feelings about it. Or if they'd truly "missed the memo" as Walt snarks and come in normal-wear that was out of dress code - yep could see Walt assuming it was intentional and throwing a fit.

But this poor couple attending a billionaire's party for some reason thought they should wear gaudy blue, with Skye's dress in particular highlighting exactly how cheap it is. It's almost as if they were under the impression they had to wear a color a domesticated adult would be unlikely to already own and rarely looks good on a budget, doubly so if you're 8 months pregnant. Skye would NEVER wear that shiny ass prom dress with the ruched center seam, scratchy 100% polyester raschel lace shawl, and sequined evening bag in public unless she thought it was her only choice. She never wears anything like this again, not even in the same season. The only rational explanation is someone lied to them. The more I explain this, the more I realize why most people missed it.

Now for the less special interest type reasons:

Walt asks (then later confirms) the invite said "no gifts." You might say oh, maybe Elliot was trying to spare Walt's pride but if so, why make a point of sharing it like he did? Why even invite your broke prideful friend to this kind of party, like you can't think of any other way to meet, chat, and ask if he'll work for you?

Additionally, how odd that Walt's was the only invite that didn't say this was a beige party.

Really can't downplay how hard it is to swallow they forgot to tell the Whites not to show up in clown uniforms.

Elliot's loudly showing off his gifts, with the last being an autographed Eric Clapton Stratocaster® which on the low end today is a $2000 electric guitar, but can go to the tens of thousands. Then he spots his friend's meager, teensy little thing, smaller than his hand and LITERALLY POINTS WALT OUT so everyone knows for damn sure who did this. Elliot unwraps it and does this full body sigh. Hands dropped. Your dad getting another tie for father's day type reaction. Young Good Ramen. No this is great man. You can get 10 for 1.99.

Sorry, no it WAS malicious. Listen to his voice. Feel how long he held that unpleasant silence before forcing a chuckle. Holding eye contact throughout while the crowd darts their eyes and smirks. This isn't Harry Potter - you can't emphasize how shitty something is then magically negate it like "and that's why I love it hahaha!" Elliot made it clear where he thinks Walt stands. Beneath him.

The whole party is like this, a humiliating horror show of socializing out of your social sphere. We don't even know what their relationship was like before. The implication is that Walt separated from this guy before for a reason and the reason was probably in line with what we saw today.

Elliot isn't stupid. He knows Walt. He knows Walt's character. He knows their financial disparities. He knows Walt is sick. Presumably he's well aware of Walt's pride. An intelligent and well-meaning friend doesn't accidentally combo-hit the exact weak points that caused you to drift apart in less than an hour before asking hey how would you like to literally owe me your life? How would you like the kind of debt that can't be repaid? :) You're a smart man.

If Elliot really cared about saving Walt, he wouldn't have gone about it the way he did. If, however, he wanted to antagonize and flex on Walt, make him as uncomfortable as possible, keep in his wife's good graces by offering him a job, and end the night with two possible outcomes - either he accepts and gets richer or he rejects and elliot can say "Welp honey, your former lover and ex-fiance Walter White said no for some weird reason. oh well, I tried! :)"

Idk, I guess it could be a projection but the way Elliot talked to Walt reminded me of old friends whom, in retrospect, didn't even try to hide their disdain for me. Like wow how did I miss that.

I think Gretchen had honest intentions. Her husband didn't. I don't know what his deal was exactly but I'd exhaust all other resources before accepting this dude who publicly embarrassed me as my savior, livelihood, and future employer.

#breaking bad #brba #sorry but I genuinely do not understand the popular(?) read of Elliot as a benevolent and well-meaning friend #And Walt as a selfish prideful ass projecting malicious intent upon him #I mean Walt is that but he wasn't projecting this time #niche effortposts

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them.

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips.

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it.

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips.

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night.

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else.

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted.

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms.

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now.

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house.

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts.

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him.

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you.

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time.

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you.

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use.

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle.

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried.

But you had his whole attention.

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile.

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up.

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off.

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes.

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you.

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes.

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you.

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off.

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?”

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed.

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well.

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel.

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed.

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked.

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours.

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes.

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booppooo · 2 years

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Can I request a fic where the reader and abby have been messing around for a while and everyone knows that they are both off limits because of one another. Kinda like fuck buddies but feelings are definitely involved.

Can this fic be stationed in college?

There's More to This

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

AN: uhm I didn't add any smut to this if that was what you were getting at I'm sorry....I hope you enjoy? Thanks for requesting nonetheless <3

Warnings: arguing, fwb to lovers, jealousy

There were no strings attached, so why did it hurt so much when Abby talked about her?

"Yeah she was kinda crazy, she wanted to handcuff me to the bed and shit - I wasn't into it." Abby explained while sipping on a beer in your apartment.

Little did you know, Abby was lying about the entire endeavor with Nora. She just wanted to see how you would react, make you jealous even.

And she succeeded, because you crossed your arms and leaned toward the opposite end of the couch distastefully, "That is pretty weird." It took more than you wanted to admit to not grumble.

Seeing you so defensive and with your nose stuck up in the air shamefully made Abby's heart leap in her chest. It was stupid how involved she got with you, because now - what was supposed to be another stupid hook up - turned into several late night booty calls, and now casual fuck buddies.

Before it was just, 'wyd?' texts at 3am, either both of you were drunk, or up stressing over homework. But as of late, you both would instinctually gravitate toward each other during the day. Walking each other to classes, getting something to eat together, even ending up going to parties together. This meant that those middle of the night texts were now fucking on each other's couch at 2 pm on a Wednesday.

And for a while that's how it was. More or less just you and Abby reaching out for one another to get a 'fix.' It was too easy and too familiar to want and branch out, at least that's what you told yourself. That was also the impression Abby gave you, because you used to laugh together at the desperate texts she'd get from old hook ups freshly after you two were done playing around in the sheets.

Until Nora.

Well, until Abby's story about Nora. A fable.

From your understanding, you two were on the path to becoming exclusive - possibly even dating, but this certainly threw a wrench in things. Honestly, a part of your heart broke over what she told you.

You glanced at the clock - 4PM. Was it too odd an hour to kick her out for 'homework' purposes?

"Hey uh, I got a paper I need to work on for my psych class." You reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned off Parks and Recreation.

"Yeah I get it, I can hang out here until you're done," then she glanced at the time, "You wanna get an early dinner first?"

You could just strangle her.

"Hm I would but I'm not hungry right now." You felt like you were scrambling to get her out, "And I'd be cool with you waiting but I'll probably be working on it all night, it's a pretty long paper."

Maybe it was the nervous tone in your voice, or the way you wouldn't make eye contact with her, but somehow she saw through your bullshit, "Oh yeah? And what's the paper about? Because you usually like to get dinner about this time."

Her words hit you like a frying pan over the head, "It's a research paper I've been putting off, it's like a whole semester long thing." Slowly you inched toward the front door.

"Uhm, okay? When do you plan on eating then?"

What was annoyance before, turned into anxiety, and now anger. Rage was beginning to simmer below your rib cage and in your cheeks.

"Probably around 6 or so. I'll see you later, I need to work on this." Your hand was on the door knob.

Abby stood from her seat and watched you with an arched brow, "You're being really weird. Did I do something wrong?"

"No just-" you we're getting upset, "I just want to get this paper done."

She started grinning, gradually approaching you like a lion hunting it's prey, "Doesn't seem like it."

Across from you she leaned against the wall and watched you teeter on the edge of seething. Her arms were crossed to show her muscles, a full fledged smirk on her face.

You didn't want to argue, you knew if you did you'd actually tell her what was nagging at you.

"You can show your way out." Then you left for your room.

Unfortunately, you only made it a few feet before she had your wrist and tugged you against her.

"Hey now - that's now way to treat your guest." It was evident in her voice she thought this was going in a certain direction, despite all your efforts to steer her the opposite way.

"Abby don't touch me!" You snagged your wrist away and frowned.

It seemed now she wanted to take you seriously.

"Okay you're definitely being weird. What's going on?"

"Just go Abby."

Tears began to form in your eyes, so you turned and headed for your bedroom.

She scoffed, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."

You stopped dead in your tracks. Jaw tense and tears brimming in your eyes, it would be an understatement to say you were frustrated.

"I'll call the cops."

She laughed. Your voice was meek and shaky.

"Listen, if I did something, just tell me. You're acting like a damn kid."

If you wanted to act like a kid you could. You wouldn't hesitate to scream and kick and throw yourself on the floor until someone called the police because of how much noise you made. Anything to make her leave.

"Are you jealous?"

Was she really that dense? No, she had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way she didn't think she was innocent.

"What an astute observation. Now get out." The rest of your journey to your bedroom was spent wiping away tears.

But you should've known better, because Abby was quick to throw herself in front of your door and keep tormenting you.

"Woah hey- are you crying?" She cupped your jaw and forced you to meet her eyes, but you averted her gaze, "Way to rub it in." You shoved her hand away.

Now Abby really felt shame. She didn't know it would make you cry, nor this angry. She just wanted to get a rise out of you, perhaps even test the waters on hate fucking.

Both of her hands held your melancholy expression now, "Y/n, hey, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to see how you'd react. Do you really think I slept with her?"

"What else was I supposed to think!?" You snapped, now sobbing.

"Shit I don't know? I thought you would get all jealous and then wanna fuck it out or something."

The words coming out of her mouth only fanned the flame behind your eyes. Beyond your miserable sobs was raw anger, and everything Abby did to try and tame it only exacerbated it.

Wriggling from her hold you tried to shove her aside to disappear into your room - the only thing you had been trying to do this entire time. If this continued any longer, you'd have a breakdown.

"Wait a second-" Abby reached for you once more and tried to restrain you against her chest, "I'm sorry, I know that was stupid."

You persisted against her, some of your tears wetting her shirt, "No shit!"

"Just calm down alright? I promise I won't do it again." In a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation she tried to wipe some tears from your wet skin.

"Abby-" you finally broke free," there isn't going to be 'again.' I don't want to fucking see you again! You're so oblivious and just want to use me for my body."

That seemed to strike a gnarly nerve inside her, because her brows dipped disdainfully and her nose scrunched.

"Are you - heh - are you breaking up with me?"

It was your turn to laugh, "Break up? Break up what exactly? You never asked me to be your girlfriend, every time you come over we fuck; there's nothing there! This is bullshit!"

"Oh! Oh so all those times I bought you dinner, and was late to my class so I could walk you to yours, and the countless hours we spent together laughing in bed was just nothing. Is that it? Is that the bullshit?"

This was the first time you had seen each other angry. You never thought you'd reach this point, truthfully you were okay with being fuck buddies and letting the label come naturally, but the nature of the argument had you expressing otherwise. You were afraid. Abby wasn't going to hit you, but she was a smart girl and knew what would strike you the wrong way as far as hurtful words. But you also had a few things up your sleeve.

"You never said otherwise. It's the same shit I'd do for my friends. As far as I'm concerned, we were barely casual."

"Are you kidding me? Is this a joke?"

"Oh- like you 'kidding' about fucking Nora?"

"Yes!" She was nearly as hysterical as you, "I already told you it was fake!"

You nodded, "Yeah, like whatever you thought we had."

She sighed out exhaustion, "Oh my god," and pinched the bridge of her nose, "What do you want from me Y/n? Hm?"

Reflecting her attitude, you crossed your arms, "Nothing now."

"Fuckin c'mon," she groaned, "Don't be like that, work with me a little bit."

After all this, she wanted you to be forward and honest? To suddenly come up with a solution and slap a band-aid on all of this? How were you supposed to think about any of that when knocking her front teeth in would feel so much better?

"How about you work yourself out of my apartment. I don't know what you're trying to hurry up and fix, but if you're scared you're gonna lose your fuck buddy then you should be."

"Stop saying that! I'm trying to apologize to you. If we were just fucking I wouldn't stand here and rip my hair out over you."

Now she looked completely frazzled. Her hair was messy, eyes red, chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

There was something that was going over your head, "Did you actually think we were dating?"

"You tell me." She deadpanned.

"Then why make up the stupid story about Nora?!"

She ran her fingers through her hair, "We've been over this. It was a dumb idea to turn you on. I already said sorry - can you please just get over it?"

Studying her features, you contemplated your argument. Matter of fact, you contemplated your dynamic as a whole. So much was brought up, more than you wanted to voice into the world, but it was too late to take it back now. Was it too late for you two? Was a relationship really a good idea?

There was one way to find out if she was really seriously about this, "Okay, I'll get over it, if you ask me."

A bit of your heart broke when you noticed how she was holding on by a thread, "Huh?"

You repeated yourself, serious in your gaze and jaw clenched.

"Wh-what?" Her eyes darted around your expression, "Do you want me to ask you out?" You didn't waiver, this was for her to figure out.

"Will you be my girlfriend...?"

It wasn't the most romantic, and the furthest from ideal, way to be asked out, but you accepted it. She sighed in relief and scooped you up in a hug, letting the tension naturally set, no further words spoken.

Bzz.

You both perked up. Abby slipped her phone from her pocket and let you read the message with her.

Unknown number: hey, been a while since we talked. What've you been up to? Busy tonight?

Abby: yeah I'm hanging out with my girlfriend

You smiled up at her and she planted a kiss on your forehead.

Unknown number: oh shit sorry, who?

Abby: Y/n

Unknown number: really? I thought you were just tapping that

Abby: uhm no?

"Do people think we were just fucking around?" You wondered out loud, watching as Abby blocked the number.

The blonde shrugged, "You did."

You clicked your tongue in disappointment and shoved her away.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I was just teasing you. Would dinner make you feel better?"

Looking over your shoulder at her, you carefully considered her offer.

"....let's go."

Abby chuckled and made her way back toward the front door, slipping on her shoes, "I have a few ideas for dessert then," her eyes lingered along your body.

You couldn't help but let your vision wander as well, "I actually like the sound of dessert before dinner."

"Oh yeah?" Her hand instinctively found your hip.

"Definitely."

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby x reader #abby anderson smut

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cliffbar-booth · 1 year

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IN MY ROOM (rewritten)

summary: the driver (drive 2011) runs into you at a grocery store while your car breaks down. being someone who is his neighbor in the apartment complex, he agrees to take you back, though you get to know each other, and he feels an odd connection.

warnings: swearing, violence, more for future parts

wordcount: 477

"hey, uhm, excuse me! you live right next door to me, right?"

she spoke a little hurriedly, quickly heading my way. i did recognize her. she was right, but we never spoke until now.

"yeah, i do. why?"

"well, my car broke down, and i wanted to know if you could help"

Fortunately for her, i did work with cars with Shannon, but unfortunately for me, i didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. but, of course, i sucked it up and nodded, walking to her car. i opened the hood, then pulled out my phone and called Shannon, telling him to come over to check the car out. i did not feel like doing this. i cocked my head over to my car and started to walk to it.

"wait, what's going on?"

"i called my boss slash friend Shannon, he's coming to fix up your car. it just broke down.. If it's okay with you, i can drive you back to the apartment." i paused, then smiled a little.

"it's the least i could do."

as we sat in the car, heading back to the apartment complex, music playing softly from the radio, she started up some small talk. she was honestly adorable. she reminded me of a rabbit.

"so, i'm Y/N, i live right next door, if i hadn't made it clear earlier.." she giggled softly, obviously grateful for this.

"i see, it's a nice name.. Y/N"

we reached the apartment and stepped into an elevator. there was another guy in there. made sense, it was an apartment complex. he kept giving us weird looks, but then i recognized him. as he went to grab Y/N, i grabbed him by the side of the throat, throwing him against the wall of the elevator, punching the shit out of him until he was bleeding from three different holes. (both nostrils and the mouth)

i turned to see you in shock. i sighed in relief that you were okay, but there was disappointment in my eyes. i didn't want you to see that. i grabbed your arm gently and led you back to your apartment quickly, stepping in.

"what the fuck?"

i stayed silent.

"please, can i just know what happened?"

"well, the guy was tryna get to you, which is why i-"

"beat this shit out of him?"

"basically, yeah." i admitted in slight defeat, frowning.

she nodded, frowning too. her eyebrows were also furrowed.

"..i'm sorry."

she nodded in what seemed like understanding. she was nervous though, i could tell. the thing is, i couldn't stand to see her harmed or even looked at oddly. it was like she was too precious for that, too fragile to thrive without me. she offered me water. i accepted it, thanking her as i took a sip.

what a fun first impression.

#ryan gosling x reader #drive 2011 #x reader

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trashbag-baby666 · 1 year

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Between Tridents and Knives-Finnick Odair

Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: As training starts they bicker over who they want as ally’s and earning Katniss and Peetas trust.

WC: 2,944

C/W: Mentions of Snow selling their bodies and implied smut.

Series Masterlist!

Fawn sat at the table eating breakfast, accompanied by Librae, Nava, and Finnick. She slowly took bites of the District Four bread that sat in a basket on the table.

They tasted of home to her, to look over and see Finnicks green eyes.

It made her imagine sitting in Finnicks kitchen, well now theirs. Fawn had her own house in the victors village but they had both lived in Finnicks. He had lived there for a few years prior. The house was lived in and had more personality than Fawns.

Sitting in the light blue painted kitchen with big windows looking over the beach and ocean next to their house. The sound of the water crashing into the rocks and sand. The salty water air floats through the house from the open windows.

The taste of the bread Finnick had made in the morning.

But that was far from the truth. They sat in the apartment floors only used once a year to hold two teenagers for a few weeks before they got slaughtered.

"Should we take any guidance going in today?" Finnick broke the silence looking over at the other male victor from 4 acting as the mentor.

"Figure out your guy's pick for allies. I believe Haymitch Abernathy wanted to speak with you two?" Librae wouldn't look at them. Fawna and Finnick weren't close with him but it was still a reminder of home for them.

"Great advice," Fawn rolled her eyes as she finished off her piece of bread.

"Do you two really need my help with combat training and advice?" Librae picked up his head and looked at her. She had a scowl on her face, her golden brown bangs hanging in her face.

"No we don't, right Fawn?" Finnick looked over at his lover.

"We don't, but ally suggestions would help." Fawn hummed looking over at Finnick.

"Here, let's get ready for training." Finick took a swig of his water glass standing up, taking Fawns hand and leading her back to the bedroom.

On the bed the training uniforms sat folded with the black shoes resting on top for them.

Fawn picked hers up holding the black tank top with the silver straps then the black capri pants with the metallic at the bottom.

"Could be worse," Fawn sighed, changing from her sleep wear. Finnick watched but stepped over touching Fawns bare waist as she clipped the black bra on that the tank covered.

"Maybe we have time for something quick?" Finnick whispered in her ear pressing his body against hers.

"No, not right now." Fawn sighed, stepping away from his grip to finish sliding on her capri pants. The both had an odd relationship when it came to intimacy and sometimes physical touch.

After Snow began selling Fawns body after she won and the victory tour things became harder.

She would pretty much have no choice but to just shut up and have sex with the men and women who paid Snow.

She would try to avoid Finnicks touches sometimes when she couldn't handle the touches.

It would send her back to some dimmed over the top capitol house bedroom. A soft yellow glow on her body as she faked her orgasms and pretended she gave two shits about the people.

So when Finnick and Fawn had their occasional scheduled sexual intimacy night it wasn't the same. Fawn began ignoring the feelings attached to it. Kind of just leaving it to part of the going through the motions part of her day.

It took Finnick about a month to notice that Fawn was just stiff. The way she would lay back on the bed, her eyes clamped shut. She didn't even moan as Finnick thrusted his pelvis in and out.

That's when her tears began, she couldn't feel anything but sad and humiliated. Finnick stopped immediately pulling out of her. He laid next to her and began hushing her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I'm sorry," Fawn sobbed, not even opening her eyes and just rubbing away the tears. She cuddled into his bare chest as he held her.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Fawn." Finnicks voice was quiet as he held her small, muscular body. She was shaking as she curled in on herself, relaxing more into him as her tears tired her out, "I'm here love."

Fawn stayed quiet, her eyes shut as she fell asleep, her head on Finnick's chest. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling, her eyelashes delicately resting on her cheeks, her soft pink lips pulled into a straight line.

Fawn stood in the elevator heading down to the training center. They weren't completely sure why but maybe it was about the unspoken elephant in the room.

The rebellion.

There had been uprisings in four ever since the victory tour for Katniss and Peeta.

The door opened to the elevator and Haymitch stood against the wall facing the elevator looking at the pair.

He motioned for them to follow him, Finnick took Fawns hand and they followed him down a long hallway. Going somewhere secluded, something needed to be said to the two. They rounded a corner and into a dark room, Haymitch shut the door and stood in front of it.

"So why're we here? Are we just going to be killed now?" Fawn copped an attitude losing a bit of patience.

"No, we actually need you two alive." Haymitch stood close his voice barely a whisper, "District 13 is still a place. Plutarch is behind it all. We've had a plan working for years and this quell was set up to get the victors out of the arena and take you to 13. But we need Katniss, she's what sparked the rebellion, she's the symbol of hope." Haymitch explained, "We need to keep her alive but I also made a deal with her that I'd keep Peeta alive. So now the mentors are setting up an alliance. You two, Wiress and Beetee, and Johanna and Blight. Others know of it but you guys are the main key to it. To keep Katniss from turning on you guys you need to protect Peeta."

"This sounds like a terrible plan." Fawn began.

"Fawn, just listen, this is plausible." Finnick squeezed her hand.

After they made their deal with Haymitch they walked into the training center. Not even all the tributes were here. The morphlings sat at the painting station painting pink swirls on each other's faces, Beetee and Wiress were trying to start a fire, Katniss and Peeta at the knot tying station, and Johanna was on a training platform working with an axe. Fawn swallowed hard. Was she really going to let Finnick die for Katniss? She knew she had to protect Finnick coming into this game, she didn't trust Katniss there was just something about her.

"Where do we wanna start," Finnick asked, putting his arm around the small of her back.

"I'm going to freshen up on my knife skills." Fawn stepped away from Finnick and walked over to the table of throwing knives. She picked one up tossing it around in her hand. She walked over to the small screen selecting hologram targets. She stood on the sensor grabbing a handful of knives in her left hand.

The first orange hologram ran towards her and Fawn sent a knife barreling into the chest. The next one appeared moving behind other hologram targets, Fawn watched for a moment before picking the right time and sent a knife into the head of the hologram.

She threw a few more before two holograms came running. Fawn watched as they intersected and sent one knife going through both of them.

She sighed, setting the rest of the knives on the table and walking over to where Finnick was at the knot tying station.

"Wanting to show off already, hun?" Finnick didn't miss a beat as he tied a few knots that could create a net.

"I said I'm just freshening up on my skills." Fawn rolled her eyes.

"Let me show you the best knot to know in the arena." Finnick smirked, grabbing another rope off the wall. Fawn didn't work with ropes much at home really that was more Finnicks job.

Fawn crossed her arms watching him as he began tying a noose.

"For once don't look at me, look at the knot." Finnick chuckled, wrapping the rope around itself.

"Fin," Fawn went to grab his wrist but he slipped it around his neck and tightened it.

"You know, then just." He pretended to hang himself.

"Wow, you're so funny I'm laughing so hard." Fawn stood there with a straight face shifting her weight.

"Do you wanna take me for a walk?" Finnick held the rope out to Fawn. She smirked and grabbed it as she began prancing around the training area. A shit eating grin ran across her face as the other victors looked at her as she dragged around Finnick. He also had a smile across his face. Cashmere and Gloss stood in a corner by the spears glaring at them.

"Can I pet your dog?" Johanna walked over to the two of them as Fawn walked in front of where all the game makers watched them.

"He bites," Fawn giggled.

"Only bites you," Finnick took the noose off his neck and leaned into Fawn.

"Shut up," Fawn shoved Finnick.

Later on Fawn sat with Wiress and Beetee as they talked about the force field in front of the game makers.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year," Fawn looked at the two. But everyone came over to watch Katniss shoot as she was in one of the interactive areas.

"Damn," Johanna walked over to where Finnick and Fawn stood.

"Didn't know she was that good," Fawn breathed out.

"She did manage to pull an 11 last year for a training score," Finnick looked down at her. As she finished, Wiress began clapping and Katniss turned to see everyone watching her.

"So, Fawn and Finnick, who do you guys want as allies?"Lysis asked. Of course Nava, Atala, and Lysis were oblivious to what was really going on.

"Beetee, Wiress, and Johanna." Fawn didn't miss a beat as she took another bite of the rice and gravy that they served for dinner.

"What about Katniss and Peeta?" Nava asked.

"I want them but Fawn isn't sure yet," Finnick smiled at the two stylists. Fawn sometimes got impatient with them and their pure ignorance and almost capitol stupidity. But she also valued them as people too her were just looking out for her best self interest.

"I think it would be wonderful, the capital's star crossed couples allied together." Atala smiled, taking some fruit from a plate in the center of the table.

"Yeah something like that," Fawn huffed. Finnick gently squeezed her thigh, in the end once the gong would go off to start the games. It didn't matter because they were going to protect Katniss and Peeta and get out of the damned arena and this damned country.

The second day of training they'd decided would be for talking with others to build a foundation for their plan.

Finnick put an arm around Fawns waist as they rode down the elevator to go to the training center. The doors opened and they stepped out walking down the hall to the training center.

"Let's play nice today," Finnick smirked looking down at Fawn as they came in the doors to the training center.

"Shut up," she shoved him gently around everyone that was there yesterday.

"Why don't you go talk to Katniss?" Finnick smirked looking at Fawn.

"Why? Can't you go talk to her and I'll talk to Peeta?" Fawn crossed her arms tilting her head slightly looking at him. She wasn't really good at girl talk. She tried her best, being surrounded by capitol people made it easier for her.

"Because you can do girl talk, I can't." Finnick turned on his heels and walked over to Peeta at the painting station leaving Fawn standing alone in the middle of the training area.

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly walked over to where Katniss was shooting targets with her bow. To Fawn she hadn't yet realized if she couldn't get Katniss to trust her before the games she could turn around and kill Fawn and Finnick.

"Girl on fire," Fawn came up behind her, Fawns voice riddled with enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Odair," Katniss set her bow down and turned looking at Fawn. The nickname Katniss just used, of course to taunt her. Made butterflies flap through Fawns stomach, they wanted to marry so badly. They were getting around to finally getting engaged and doing it in District Four. Then the Quarter Quell was announced, Fawn was hoping if they made it to District 13 they could marry there.

"Can I offer you some tips with a knife? Knowing your way around one can do you some good? Maybe you can show me how to set a snare, I saw the ones you set in the last games." Fawn crossed her arms looking up at the taller girl.

"Sure," Katniss grabbed a few knives from the wrack of weapons. Fawn grabbed a few and Katniss stepped out of the way. Fawn positioned herself in the middle, as she decided to use the targets like they were others coming at her. She threw about five knives before stepping away. Katniss knew how successful Clove had been with throwing knives last year, now this was Fawns speciality.

"Here it's your turn," Fawn stepped away and let Katniss step up, "Square your shoulders to your target, there's a few ways you can hold your knife, the way I hold it is like this." Fawn stood next to Katniss and grabbed a knife grabbing it by the handle and like you would a hammer. She then sent it flying into a target's chest.

"Why don't you give it a shot?" Fawn tried to offer a smile to Katniss but it faltered. Katniss stood like how Fawn did and gripped the knife and threw it, sending it into a target's leg.

"Well that's a good start you'd at least injure them?" Fawn shrugged as she continued helping Katniss. After about half an hour Katniss was showing her how to set snares.

"Fawn come here," Finnick waved Fawn over as she practiced starting a fire with two sticks. Fawn rolled her eyes, she got up and walked over to Finnick. He grabbed a trident off a wrack and handed another to Fawn.

"I know my way around one of these," Fawn looked at the glorified spear. She had worked with these at home spearing fish and Finnick had shown her some things with one.

"Oh do you now?" Finnick smirked, moving impossibly closer to her, his breath running over her cheek and he winked kissing her cheek, "Fine then show me."

"Fuck you Finnick." Fawn rolled her eyes as he got off the small platform in the training area. Fawn readied herself with one and stabbed into the air spinning herself around; she couldn't imagine how silly she may be looked stabbing things that aren't there.

"So you know your way down but your form was wrong honey." Finnick got up onto the platform.

"I'll kill you right here," Fawn chuckled dryly as she set the trident back on the rack, "I can use one if I need Finnick, I'm not an expert like you."

Fawn walked over back to the fire starting area where Beetee and Wiress sat trying to start a fire.

"Hello my dear," Beetee smiled at her. Beetee was always more than happy to talk with Fawn at victor events. He was somewhat a father figure t0 her, she was a younger victor and he took it upon himself to be there for her.

"Hey," Fawn sat down by them, Wiress ran a gentle hand over her honey brown hair, "Yeah I needed a bit of a length change." Last victor event Fawn had longer hair that she would wear in low space buns usually.

"I like it," Wiress nodded.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled, "Here Beetee if you move your hands down more and faster you should have more luck starting a fire."

"A little brute forth," Wiress smiled.

"Is always helpful," Beetee chuckled, "Thank you darling."

"By the corner of the table." Wiress looked up at where the game makers sat. Fawn had learned how Wiress functioned, after her games she had gone a little mentally unstable. But she was so smart and always found a way to get her point across.

"Plutarch?" Fawn looked over at the two. Beetee lifted his glasses up looking at what Wiress was saying.

"No next to him," Wiress pointed.

"Force field," Beetee smirked. It stunned Fawn how smart they were. How smart most people from district three were. She remembers how shocked she was last year when the boy from district three was able to wire the tribute platforms back into bombs.

"How can you tell?" Fawn furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's shimmering on the top left hand side." Beetee gently moved Fawns head to where she could better see it.

"Do you see it now?" Fawn nodded looking at it.

"It's like glass." She observed.

"A barrier between us and them." Wiress hummed.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year during her training." Fawn bit her lip re telling the story she had heard multiple times.

"It's electro magnetic." Beetee said, setting his glasses back on after staring it down, "There's always a flaw in the system."

#finnick odair x oc #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #johanna mason #beetee latier #wiress #the hunger games #catching fire

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 21 days

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Chris Redfield x Werewolf!Reader Headcanons

I went with headcanons because my brain is fried anon, I'm sorry

I'm greened out but I always provide angst

🌙 First Jill went missing all those years ago only for him to find her under Wesker's sick control. And now you? The second he heard it over his radio he wanted to throw the absolute fuck up. He almost swallowed the freshly lit cigarette whole.

🌙 He's had so much ripped from his life, he's not going to let you be one of them. He briefly thought back to Piers, the haunting memory halting his moves as the rest of Hound Wolf pulled him back to reality.

🌙 He searches harder than he searched for Jill, if that was even possible. It's not like anyone is going to say shit to the walking embodiment of a brick on steroids.

🌙 Claire is the only one who could talk some sort of sense into him, even if it was small. She stopped him from stuffing his pockets full of bullets and strapping as many guns to his person before taking off to some random and minuscule bit of information. Even then, Chris finds it hard to stay calm as his little sister tries to calm him down enough to sit and think things out.

🌙 He's normally so good at planning these kinds of things. He learned so much from trying to find Jill that it almost makes him feel insecure that it happened to him once again.

🌙 He often sits up late at night waiting and praying for his phone to light up whether it be a call or text or email. He yearns to hear his phone go off, to feel the burn in his eyes for the light to cut through the deep night that overtakes the too-empty bedroom. He leaves his ringer volume up at the maximum so there's no chance of him sleeping through it. And one night, it finally does.

🌙 He's out of bed and geared up in a matter of a few minutes. He's deathly silent the entire transport ride, the thoughts running millions of miles an hour in his mind had him grinding his teeth. He was smoking up a storm too, as soon as one cigarette burned out he pressed another one to his lips and lit it. It worried the rest of Hound Wolf to see him like this.

🌙 He lead the charge. He wasted no time, kicking door open with his heavy boots and sweeping the rooms with his finger on the trigger. His eyes were wild and tactical as he looked over the strangely wrecked rooms of the facility. It was all so odd that the place was seemingly abandoned overnight, coffee cups were half drunk, computers were still logged into, even some doors were left unlocked that normally would need keycards to open.

🌙 He found you in a room towards the back of the facility. His blood ran freezing cold in his veins upon first glance. You weren't moving. Against his better judgment, Chris approached you quickly and felt for your pulse only to be startled when you jolted with life. You looked like you had been dragged through hell as his eyes scanned your body for all of your injuries.

🌙 His heart broke upon seeing all of the deep bruises and the puncture wounds from where they experimented on you like you were a B.O.W. It suddenly struck him like lightning as the rest of Hound Wolf filed in, a few checking the computers and files around as one of the medics hovered over you. What exactly were they pumping you full of?

🌙 He read the files on the transport back, occasionally looking over at you as you laid near motionlessly as the medic worked over you. Your files contained a lot of familiar elements from Romania with the lycans. He knew what you were now, closing the files and sorrowfully looking back at you. He knew for a fact he couldn't bring himself to put you down, you both have been through so much together.

🌙 He fights to keep you alive, and somehow, it works. Of course, there's the heavy restrictions and looming knowledge that if you even put one claw out of line that it would end horribly. But Chris is determined to never let that happen. His nerves ease when it comes to light that you're different than the lycans from Romania, only transforming during the night of a full moon.

🌙 He's there for you before you turn, often in the room with you despite the protests of the others and even you. He'd be damned if he ever left you alone.

🌙 He's helping you attach the shackles and whispers to you sweet nothings while doing so. He's not the best with words but he's determined to do his best.

🌙 He's always so hesitant to go when you do start to turn, often pausing before the door as he weighs his needs for survival and the need to be by your side during a horrible time like this.

🌙 When he does eventually close the barricaded door behind him, he's immediately looking at the screen displaying the horrors going on inside of the very room he was just in. While others reel and turn away during the initial transformation, Chris stomachs it and watches closely for any signs of something going wrong.

🌙 He would often sit at the door, his back against the metal as you snarled and tore apart the room on the other side. A cigarette between his teeth was lit and he would find himself talking just to fill the void when you would get too exhausted to fight against the chains. It was his way of still treating you like you were human, even now. He would talk about whatever came to his mind; What bullshit paperwork he had to do earlier, what Claire brought up on the phone, something stupid he overheard in the locker room.

🌙 You would always wake up in the morning with the chains already off and a thick flannel blanket draped over you, a comfy pillow tucked under your head and Chris sitting right next to you waiting patiently. He always had a bottle of water fresh from the fridge, a protein bar or two and a few painkillers at the ready along with a change of clothes.

🌙 Chris is sure to clear out your schedules for the rest of the day. Your body and your mind both just went under a horrible amount of stress and pain, you need to rest. He'd rather go face-to-face with Wesker again than see you struggling around the house the day after, especially for things so basic like water or food.

🌙 He often likes to carry you inside your shared home despite your weak protests. He's a pretty strong guy and his mind is even harder to break at times, so there's no convincing him to stop and put you down. He always carries you straight to bed and lays you down comfortably and stays by your side until you eventually drift off.

#resident evil #re #chris x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Demon!Geralt Geraskier AU premise/concept

(not a full full fic, just some fun)

Jaskier is a music student at an ivy league university. He has been disowned by his wealthy parents, so he is broke and working as a janitor to help pay his way.

One sunny morning, he is cleaning a frat house. The house is quiet, because all the frat boys are sleeping off hangovers from their epic Halloween party. There are broken glasses, stray bras, and empty bottles everywhere.

Ever since he was cut off financially and started cleaning dorms and frat houses, they don't invite him to parties anymore. It's fine. He is fine with it.

As he walks into the kitchen, one of the boys who used to be a friend (or so he thought) passes him groggily in the hall on his way to the bathroom. Jaskier feels a slight flush of embarrassment and decides to start cleaning in the basement.

When he descends the stairs to the basement, he takes in an odd scene.

There are abandoned velvet...robes? Everywhere? And more broken glass. There is a black circle painted on the ancient stone floors (Jaskier is gonna take a picture of that before he starts, to prove he didn't fucking deface university property) and burned down candles everywhere.

He takes out his phone and just as he snaps a picture, an abandoned robe in the center of the circle moves. Fuck. He jams his phone in his pocket. The guy is probably just sleeping something off, but what if he passed out down here? None of these fucking douchebags would have helped him. He better make sure he's ok.

He pulls aside the robe, to find a muscular, stark naked man, curled into a ball. The man startles when he feels the robe move, and he sits up. His hair is white and his pupils are golden. And when he sees Jaskier, his body flushes pink, and, wait....are those? Scales? Red scales?

The man swiftly arranges his hair and Jaskier realizes something disappears when he does that.

"Do you have...horns?" Jaskier asks stupidly.

"No. I do not have horns. Not any longer."

"Are those scales?"

Jaskier reaches out a finger and gets his hand slapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

The man doesn't reach for his robe. So Jaskier picks one up and holds it out. The man takes it but doesn't put it on.

Jaskier clears his throat. "Your friends are all sleeping up there. They can probably find a better place to sleep than on some rocks."

The man tilts his nose up ever so slightly. "They are not my friends."

He stands up and Jaskier's throat goes dry as he just keeps....standing. The man is huge. Like. Not normal huge. Enormous.

Jaskier looks down as the man puts on the robe. "Then why did you come to their party?" Jaskier lifts the broom in his hand. "I'm getting paid to be here at least."

"They summoned me."

"Summoned?"

Jaskier stares at him for a moment in silence. The man just stares back.

"Are you a--"

"A demon, yes."

"Shit. That's. That's cool. I've never met a demon."

"You aren't afraid?"

Jaskier scratches his temple and considers. "Well. According to my parents, Satan is my father and I'm going to hell when I die. So. Seems like I sort of....maybe...belong to you."

"Hmmm." The man seems to be amused, but it is hard to tell.

Jaskier holds out his hand. "Jaskier. Nice to meet you."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

"Well. It's usually less nice to meet you and more here are my demands."

"They summoned you to demand something? What do people usually demand?"

"It's usually fuck or fight. I don't know what these guys wanted because they wandered off before I got here. They were pretty wasted."

"Fuck...or..."

"They want me to kill someone for them. Or they expect me to fall in love with them and fuck them. Or some combination of the three."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, you're very attractive, Mr..."

"Geralt. It's Geralt."

"You're insanely attractive, Geralt. I feel uniquely qualified to say that since I have seen you stark naked. But it does seem rather....presumptuous to expect that any demon that shows up is going to want to fuck you."

"I do not think they care what I want."

Jaskier shuddered. "Fucking creeps."

Geralt grunts listlessly. He arranges the robe around him. The black velvet is stunning against his skin. These douchebag frat boys might be pricks, but they do have an eye for fabric.

Jaskier stays silent for a moment again, listening for noises upstairs. "I think they're still asleep. Why don't you get out of here. Go home."

"I cannot. I am bound inside the circle. And even if I could get out of the circle, I am bound to this plane until they release me. There is a ritual where they release me back home. Back to hell."

Jaskier lays down the broom and rubs his chin in thought.

"Can I let you out?"

"Yes. Just scuff the circle."

Jaskier immediately scuffs the circle, and Geralt sighs in relief. He steps outside of the strip of black paint and stretches his arms, then his legs. Jaskier is thoroughly transfixed by the rippling muscles and thighs thick as tree trunks.

"I cannot leave this area though. I find that I can get about a mile away before I start to fade. I cannot leave. And if they realize their ritual worked, they will find me."

"But the only way they will do the closing ritual is if they realize it worked."

"Exactly."

"You are in a pickle, sir."

"Indeed."

Jaskier clears his throat and scuffs the floor with his foot, even though the paint is scuffed enough. "You can come stay with me. Hide out. I am staying in a hostel now, but it's a private room. We could sneak you in."

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course. And I've already raided their pantry. I have bags of food under the window outside I can just swipe on the way out." Jaskier grinned. "We can eat like kings."

Geralt chuckles. "I do enjoy human food occasionally. I don't need to eat, but it is pleasurable. But Jaskier."

"Yes?"

The demon scrunches his face, affecting a ferocious threating expression. "His power over me does not extend to you. You cannot compel me to do anything. In fact, I can kill you with a thought. Just a mere notion. You'd be dead. Rotten. Bones clattering to the ground. All that before I even speak."

Jaskier sucks his cheeks in for a moment as he thinks. "Well, do you kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt shakes his head. "No."

Jaskier grins. "Then I'm safe."

They sneak upstairs together and slink through the halls. They hear voices in the living room and Geralt startles. The sight of a demon the size of a dragon trying to crouch back into corner is one Jaskier will not soon forget.

Two of the frat boys are awake and chatting. "Did you see fucking Julian come through here?"

"No. What's that dickswab doing here?"

"He's in the basement cleaning."

"He's the cleaning lady?"

"He's poor now. His parents disowned him."

"Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think?"

The boys dissolve into laughter and Jaskier feels his neck flush hot. For some reason, it is extra humiliating to be laughed at in front of a large, powerful, gorgeous, actual demon.

"Come on, Geralt," he says. "There's another exit.

As they change direction down the other hall, there is a shriek and a gurgle from the direction of the living room. Even though they move fast and are outside in just a moment, Jaskier hears the screams through the open window.

"Percy's dead!"

He looks at Geralt in shock. Geralt shrugs. "Percy wasn't at the ritual. I'm not bound to him."

"I thought you didn't kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt fidgets. "He isn't dead. They're being dramatic. It's just a bit of...pain." He watches Jaskier, brow furrowed. "Do you--do you-- still want to help me?"

Jaskier doesn't need to think about that one. "I do. But you need to learn some manners. There are a lot of assholes in this place and even some living in the hostel. If we leave a trail of bodies, they'll find you very quickly."

Geralt nods.

"Good. Now. How do you feel about cappuccino?" He lifted a bag that jangled. "They have one of those fancy machines. I'm borrowing it."

Geralt grunts again. Jaskier has already figured that one out. It is agreement.

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Can you do Luffy x top male reader

Sure!

I, hope you like it and... I'm not gonna lie, it was a challenge to write like this... . -Val

Warnings: SMUT!

Just admit it (Monkey D. Luffy x Male!Reader)

Words: 1,038

“Your body shivers every time I hug you, are you okay?”

“Yes, of course, I love it when you–I mean, I like your hugs–as in, you know–yeah. Oh! Nami’s calling me.”

“But Nami’s right there by her trees.”

That was the moment Luffy started to suspect of Y/N. No matter what the others may think of him, Luffy believes he’s smart and capable of dealing with odd situations. And now, he’s determined to resolve whatever his most recent crew member has going on.

And that’s why… he broke into your bedroom when you didn’t answer. The door wasn’t locked, and you weren’t there. He shrugs and sits on your bed to wait.

“What the hell? Luffy!”

“I waited for you for hours!” He whines. (He waited five minutes).

“Why? What? You broke my door!”

“It was an accident.” He waves it off.

“How it could be an accident?”

“That’s not the point, here.”

“But–”

“Shhhh!” Luffy puts a finger against Y/N’s mouth. “I’m your captain, so you have to obey my orders.” He frowns, then Y/N sighs and waits for his captain. “You have to tell the truth to your captain.”

“What?”

“Don’t lie.”

“About what?”

Luffy purses his lips and his eyes water. “Just admit that you hate me!” He cries.

“What?” He looks at Luffy searching for any sign of a joke. “Luffy, I–I don’t hate you.”

“No?” He sniffs.

“How did you–?” Y/N walks closer to him. “Why do you think that?”

“You don’t like my hugs. And you run away from me,” he pouts.

Y/N feels his cheeks getting warm. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Lu.”

“You did! But I don’t get why.”

He sighs as he sits beside Luffy on the bed. “I don’t hate you,” he doesn’t dare to look at his captain. “I do like your hugs, it’s just–”

“Why are you blushing?” Luffy grabs his chin to turn his face.

Y/N takes Luffy’s hand but when he looks at his eyes, he stops. While Luffy frowns, his brain turns off and travels to another world. That’s why he doesn’t think as he leans forward and kisses Luffy.

Although it’s a short kiss, Y/N feels an explosion inside of him… until he notices Luffy’s expression. “Holy shit. Luffy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t–I–”

“Ooohh, now I get it,” Luffy smiles. “You like me!” He giggles.

“I–yeah. I always get nervous when you hug me or touch me, because… I like you,” he confesses.

“Ha! I win!” Luffy exclaims. “I solved this case!”

“What? Luffy, now it's your turn!”

“For what?”

“Do… do you feel...? Do you like me too?”

“Oh! Right,” he giggles. “Well, I like your hugs too! And you smell nice, and I have lots of fun when you’re with me. And I want to be with you all the time.”

Translation: Luffy reciprocates the feelings.

Y/N laughs in relief. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah!”

The kiss is longer now, and Y/N takes Luffy by the back of his neck to get him closer to him.

“I like your kisses too...” mumbles Luffy.

“I want to show you more things that you could like too, can I?” He says as he pushes Luffy to the bed.

“Oh, you mean sex?”

Y/N looks surprised. “Uh, is it okay?”

“Yeah, I know sex,” Luffy says as he makes him shift so now, he can be on top. “I want to show you too.”

Luffy doesn't wait for an answer as he kisses Y/N with more passion, his tongue travels into Y/N’s mouth making things messier. Luffy’s body leans completely against his as he feels his shaft, he starts to grind making him moan.

“Luffy...”

“Yeah?” He says with a raspier voice, his eyes change, and his breathing increases as he leans again to kiss his neck.

“Fuck...” he says as Luffy bites and licks a sensitive part, making him giggle.

“You like it when I bite you? ‘Cause you taste really good–no, wait, I have an idea!”

Luffy wiggles as he takes off his clothes so quickly that Y/N can’t even admire him like he always wanted. Luffy’s back on the bed, but he leans straight to go down on Y/N. He undoes his pants and pulls down his underwear to lick and then suck his cock.

“Luffy!” He’s taken by his eagerness. “Fuck!” He moans.

“Yep, I was right! You taste soooo good.” Luffy’s head goes up and down tasting every part of him and he feels like dying and flying to heaven. Y/N still can’t believe what’s going on, but it's too late to take it back.

“Luffy, wait...” he grabs his hair and pulls, Luffy whines but obeys. “I-I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

Luffy smiles playfully. “Well, as the captain, I should be the one to give orders…” He giggles. “Now, turn over your tummy!”

He laughs. “Oi, Captain.”

“I like your laugh, you know,” Luffy says as he caresses Y/N’s butt cheeks. “And it’s better when I’m the one who’s making you laugh,” he starts to prep him. “Only me can make you feel like this, right?”

Y/N didn’t know that Luffy was a talker during sex, although this sounds as innocent as he is most of the time.

“Only my Captain could make me feel like this,” he looks at him over his shoulder. Luffy smiles and leans forward to kiss him. “Please, Captain...” he whines.

Luffy starts to enter him as they keep kissing. Both moan when he’s completely inside and he thrusts slowly, but his hands travel all over Y/N's body, and of course, he bites and leaves marks along his back. Then, his thrusts become faster and harder as their moans and whines become louder.

“Shit, I...” pants Luffy.

“Me too” Y/N whimpers.

Luffy groans falls on his back to rest as both try to control their breathing.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me, ‘cause I think I like you too, Y/N,” Luffy whispers as he moves to be beside him.

He chuckles and caress his cheek. “I’m glad too.”

“Oi! Y/N, what happened to your door–AH CRAP, MY EYES!”

“Franky why are you yelling?! Holy shit!”

“GET OUT!”

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