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frostironfudge · 1 year

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I Need You To Listen - Steve Rogers

Summary: For @the-slumberparty 's Week 3 Something New Challenge, I went with the medium mode - sex pollen but with exes to lovers. This took alot of work I ended up rewriting it entirely, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, smut, fluff, sex pollen, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, love bites, steve rogers dirty talking (this man), swearing, nipple play, past is in italics, sort of a post civil war rewrite so we're going completely off canon

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Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there.

Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features.

Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family.

A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other.

Won together.

Lost together.

In the past few days died together.

“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory.

The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago.

“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor.

“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder.

“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it.

“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.”

She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?”

Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head.

Wanda looks down at her hands.

“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all.

Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?”

“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you.

“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off.

“I know, I did too.”

“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone.

Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart.

“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him.

“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows.

Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him.

“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places.

“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.”

“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene.

“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static.

“Wh-what?”

“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you.

“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens.

“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans.

You stand there dumbfounded.

As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.

Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor.

“I don’t care.” He says so easily.

You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you.

Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body.

Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you.

Eight months down the drain.

The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain.

“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.”

Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face.

He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing.

“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell.

“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam.

“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated

that about the company’s past.

The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you.

“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away.

You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems.

True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together.

When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia.

The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed.

Opening it reveals a burner phone.

“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle.

“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it.

“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him.

Opening the text.

SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain.

You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol.

“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair.

“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?”

“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink.

The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync.

“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun.

“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.”

“So confident.” You raise your brows.

“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes.

“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck.

Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face.

“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes.

“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again.

You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you.

“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own.

“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.”

You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late.

Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel.

“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down.

Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.”

“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?”

“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand.

“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head.

“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle.

“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well.

Both of you burst out laughing.

“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”

“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room.

“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?”

You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers.

Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered.

You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart.

Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes.

The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow.

“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself.

“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself.

Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him.

A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level.

Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights.

Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him.

You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him.

The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them.

Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried.

After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab.

“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn.

“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”

“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup.

“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own.

“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more.

You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him.

“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD.

“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him.

“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts.

“See we’ll be okay.” You declare.

Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits.

Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury.

Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair.

You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.

“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all.

“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff.

Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes.

“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds.

Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods.

“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder.

“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow.

“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.”

No one nods.

Nick shakes his head leaving the room.

“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder.

“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further.

“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh.

“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan.

Nat and Sam stare at you.

“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched.

Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze.

Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust.

Sam nods, “Well best we head back.”

“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile.

“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead.

“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone.

“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back.

His mouth opens again to speak.

Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?”

“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out.

Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.

He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.

You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting.

“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”

“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.

“Vision.” He acknowledges.

“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head.

Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.

“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says

Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.

“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators.

“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator.

“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him.

Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away.

“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator.

Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you.

“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers.

“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again.

People trickle in and out.

Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you.

You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him.

Finally it's just the two of you.

The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender.

“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched.

“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker.

“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him.

“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes.

There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”

“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge.

“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him.

“You lied?” You repeat.

“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,”

Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up.

“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,”

The doors open to your floor, you step out.

“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!”

“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door.

“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading.

He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over.

Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place.

Mixed training was now mandatory.

You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you.

Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties.

Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down.

“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh.

“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh.

“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.”

“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen.

The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you.

You grin at him.

“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes.

“Y/N.”

Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there.

You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench.

Sam takes his arm away.

You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem.

“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news.

“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.”

You glare at him, “Alright.”

An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough.

“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout.

You frown in recognition.

“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him.

“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead.

“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans.

Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands.

Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space.

Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you.

The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper.

He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”

You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps.

The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area.

You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.”

“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”

You give another once over and then follow him back down the path.

Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward.

Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him.

Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate.

Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck.

Why can't you move away?

Why do you want more of him?

Why do you miss him?

He hurt you.

He lied.

He hurt you.

You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway.

It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way.

You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall.

Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!”

You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you.

A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing.

Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous.

The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps.

“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort.

“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across.

Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew.

He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you.

“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it.

“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him.

Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,”

“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place.

Your palms cover his, you look up at him.

You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him.

Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view.

“Poppet, something is wrong.”

You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled?

Why was he falling to his knees?

You look behind him, people standing and watching.

The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield.

The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up.

“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body.

Steve keeps his eyes closed.

Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers.

How long was he out?

Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath.

He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them.

Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration.

“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.

“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm.

Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher.

“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend.

Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.”

A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own.

Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city.

Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside.

“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair.

Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you.

“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...”

He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors.

You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core.

“Steve—,”

“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you.

Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns.

The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?”

Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out.

“I see and why is she yours?”

He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.”

“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.

“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.

You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling.

“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked.

“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper.

Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place.

“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.”

Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.

“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch.

“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him.

“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured.

“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.”

Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed.

“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper.

“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again.

“You can’t have him at risk again!”

“I won’t let you die!”

“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you.

Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”

“Save it.”

“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts.

“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,”

“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.”

“You are not dying.” Steve grits out.

“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features.

“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him.

“He’s in the United Kingdom.”

“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?”

The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!”

Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.

You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you.

Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive.

He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way.

“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain.

A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault.

“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad.

The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.”

You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento.

You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across.

Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows.

“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off.

You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him.

“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over.

“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him.

His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief.

“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well.

“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away.

“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin.

He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you.

Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there.

“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.

“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.

Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop.

“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek.

His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you.

His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.

“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,”

His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.

The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.

“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall.

“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you.

When your thighs clench around him, Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos.

Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before.

“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.

“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.

You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched.

Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.

The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.

He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him.

“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy.

The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,

“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.

It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders.

Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture.

Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.

As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.

Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly.

You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.

Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet.

The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.

You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek.

Your eyes meet their old home of blue.

“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.

He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.

-x-x-x-x-

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doboosh · 1 year

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hey im back again 🥹 Can i request somethinggg . I just saw this gif and I imagined Rich GF! Reader picking Wednesday after she did something stupid and dangerous again . Oh btw Reader is not from nevermore . Reader was like - "Hello my little Nightmare, Miss me?" 😭🔥 .

“Spoiled little devil”

Wednesday Addams x richgf!fem!reader

You’ve learned that your girlfriend has caused a bit of trouble at Nevermore, what’s better than to bail her out of that dreaded school and speak to her yourself

Warning(s); none, maybe a bit of cussing, teasing? If that’s even a warning

Yeah, you knew this would happen. With how much trouble Wednesday got into from her past schools, you had no doubt that she would cause the same amount of mischief at this one.

You sigh as you turn up the radio in your brand new car, your dad had gotten it for you for no reason. Not saying that you weren’t grateful.

You were so thankful for everything your family has provided for you.

You look over to the GPS as you drum your fingers onto you steering wheel to the beat of the song playing loudly in your ears. Only 15 minutes away, not if you speed a little. More than a little. A lot.

Oh god how you’re looking forward to seeing the look on your girlfriends gorgeous face.

This is going to be amazing.

Especially when you had called the headmistress before to ask permission to take Wednesday out of school, reluctantly she agreed, so now you have the whole day to spend much needed time with your little murderous tornado.

You pulled into the school, pulling down your expensive glasses as you got out of your car.

It was a tad bit chilly today

You grabbed a black present bag as you moved away from your car.

You smiled a bit as you made your way into the school, right before your opened the doors, Wednesday came barging out.

“Hello my little nightmare, miss me?” You giggled, opening your arms wide open for a hug.

Wednesday looked a little starstruck as she looked at you, but recovered enough to dive into your arms.

You kissed her head and laughed and she rocked you back and forth. “I got you a present, my love” you said as you caught your breath.

You grabbed said gift and handed it to her.

You could see her eyes shimmer just a tad when she got it into her hands.

She unwrapped it quickly and saw an expensive black sweater, you had got it custom made for her. Warm enough where she could stay bundled in her little mischievous expeditions, and cute enough where she could wear it out.

“Thank you cara mia” she whispered as she grasped the material in her hands.

“Anything for you my sweets”

“I want to show you my dorm, don’t mind the colors on the other side of the room” she said as she grasped your hand.

You giggled a bit as she tugged you along, “aren’t you allergic to color?” You teased, she looked back at you and shot you a teasing glare.

As you both made your way through the school, people stopped to watch the closeness of you two.

Your linked fingers somehow a jaw dropper to most.

“Oh how lovely, I love the room” you said as you entered the dorm.

You spotted a blonde haired girl who jumped at the sound of your voice.

“Wednesday? Who is this?” She asked, a smile slowly coming to her face.

“My girlfriend” she responded monotonously.

“Hi! Y/n L/n, nice to meet you..?”

“Enid! Enid Sinclair!” She said quickly, reaching her hand out to shake yours

“It’s nice to meet-“

“Okay, enough” Wednesday snapped, “let’s go out into town, I want to show you around the area”

“Alright my love” you said, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb.

Driving to town you had decided to ask her about what she’s been doing

“So why have you been getting in trouble my love?” You has asked curiously

“Solving murders”

“Wait what, murders? There was murders?”

“There still are.”

“Wednesday what!”

Just a little drabble!! Love y’all!

Bell 🤍

#ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #xavier thorpe

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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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hello! i just found your blog and i've been obsessed with your writing <33 can i request a smut with a poly relationship with johnny and kenshi. i feel like they'd be so drastically different but work so well together in bed

HEADKANONKS MK1 | KENSHI TAKAHASHI X JOHNNY CAGE X READER

TW: afab anatomy, fluff, soft headcanons, threesome, smut, nsfw, double penetration, blowjob, kenshi and Johnny make out with each other, gay sex, anal sex, vibrators, ice play, switch!reader, sub!johnny, dom!kenshi, daddykink.

♡ A relationship with both of them at the same time would be quite an adventure. Kenshi is the balance between you and Johnny - he knows that if he leaves you two alone, you and Johnny might do crazy things and end up in jail, like the time you two accidentally set one of Johnny's cars on fire on a public street. -Kenshi had to pay the two of you bail, with Johnny's money of course -

♡ The three of you have a group on WhatsApp, everything you need to talk about you will talk about in that chat, be it gossip, news or even asking where each one is, when the other is away, you named your boyfriend's contact as "gay son " and "thot daughter" - I don't even need to say who is who, right? -

♡ Kenshi has the love language serving, showing that he cares about you and Johnny, if you ask to be carried or a glass of water or anything within his reach, he will do it.

Example: You, Kenshi and Johnny watching a movie on Saturday night, on Cage's king size bed, Kenshi on the left side, you in the middle and Johnny lying on your thighs as he took Kenshi's hand too. You felt thirsty but were too lazy to get up and help yourself, soon turning to Takahashi.

"-Can you get me a glass of water, my love?" -You asked calmly, smiling at the man who just waved and stood up.

"-Can you get it for me too baby girl?" -Johnny said laughing to Kenshi who gave the middle finger in response to the actor.

"-What's up Takahashi? I'm your boyfriend too!" -Cage said in response, as he looked at you pouting, you soon asked Kenshi to bring it to Johnny too, and he obeyed - he was already going to do it anyway, but he loved seeing Johnny beg and get angry and you knew it, affectionately in your other partner's hair.

♡ Johnny Cage has a different language, he likes to spend money on you and Kenshi, shopping in luxurious malls, sports cars, branded watches, everything you and Kenshi imagine and want is yours, just ask and Cage will move mountains if it takes to see you two smile.

♡ You live in Johnny's mansion, in the same room, in the same bed. If you're not used to sharing a bed, it's best to get used to it. Johnny will hug you, suffocating you on his chest, it's an uncontrollable and involuntary gesture of his, while placing one of his muscular thighs on top of you. Kenshi sleeps straight, with his stomach up, but sometimes he will also do the same as Johnny with you - you could barely breathe due to the weight of them together -

♡ Kenshi lends you his clothes, but tells you not to pass them on to Johnny, which you disobey and do the opposite, sometimes Johnny himself asks you to take Takahashi's shirts for him to wear, all to tease the poor swordsman.

"-I thought I asked for my shirt for you to wear, not Cage." -Kenshi said, laughing aside, watching Johnny parade around the house in his red satin shirt.

"-This blouse looks better on me than on you Takahashi, that's why our dear (Y/N) lent it to me." -Johnny said, giving you a kiss, and then another one with Kenshi, making him agree and not be angry with you two.

♡ Johnny will always take you two to his awards, he doesn't care about judgement, he has two extremely hot partners by his side, why would he be embarrassed?

♡ Kenshi and Johnny get along well, that is, your relationship has almost no fights, if you are insecure about something, especially with them being together more and leaving you out, they will sit down and talk, it's a little scary because it was The first time you saw Johnny was extremely serious, saying that he loves you equally as he loves Kenshi, and that he would never leave either of you for anything.

♡ They can work very well together in bed to give you pleasure, Kenshi loves being rougher and more dominant, watching you squirm and beg for him, Johnhy makes you excited and satiates you at the same time, he can't contain his dick in his pants. seeing you beg so beautifully for him and Kenshi to fuck you.

♡ Johnny likes to fuck your pussy with his fingers and tongue, while Kenshi loves watching you squirm, Johnny's fingers go on your clit while Takahashi pushes his dick into your pussy, both of them smiling as he sees you moan and turn into a crying mess. Cage would help Kenshi's dick enter you further or even suck Takahashi's dick while lying on your belly, to help lubricate the way.

♡ They both like to give double blowjobs, that is, your poor mouth will have both of their cocks at the same time, while they both smile and moan in unison, kissing each other sometimes while praising you for taking their cock so well.

♡ The three of you like to tease each other outside too, using vibrators. You would use a small internal oval, inside your pussy. Johnny would use it on his dick and inside him, while Kenshi used one only on his dick, the adrenaline was not knowing who would activate the speed or increase it, ending with Kenshi fucking Johnny while Johnny fucked you hard - Kenshi between Johnny's legs and you sitting down with your pussy in the movie star's mouth.

♡ They also like to do double penetration, with Kenshi going in your ass and Cage in your pussy, they accelerate the rhythm together, holding you between the two of them, while Johnny praises you, Kenshi degrades you...

♡ Kenshi will play with ice on your nipples, while Johnny used the cube to rub it on your clit, while you were blindfolded, completely at the mercy of both of them - you would have to guess which dick was entering your pussy at that moment, Kenshi's or Johnny's , both are thick and big, so you would have to use maximum touch to find out -

♡ When one or the other is tired, you can fuck him, you can always turn to your other partner. If Kenshi is too tired Johnny will fuck you on the mattress moaning and whimpering while Takahashi sleeps. If Johnny is too tired, Kenshi will fuck you all over the mansion and record the fuck for Cage to watch later - and obviously tease him -

♡ Johnny will also want to be fucked by you, don't have a dick? just grab a strap on and fuck his ass, he'll whimper at you while calling you "daddy/mommy" muffled by Kenshi's dick in his mouth.

Johnny smirks against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking expertly, his lips occasionally sucking gently. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Kenshi groans softly as you take him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. His hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it gently, guiding your movements. You can feel the intensity building in both of them, their desire for you palpable in every touch and caress.

Johnny, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, slowly moves up your body, his eyes locked with yours. He positions himself between your thighs, his erection pressing against your entrance. Kenshi, still enjoying the lust of your mouth, watches with an intense gaze. Johnny, lost in the waves of pleasure, moans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening. As Kenshi's thrusts grow more intense, he leans over Johnny, his voice dripping with domination.

"-You're such a greedy little slut, Johnny..." Kenshi sneers, his tone laced. "-Taking pleasure from both ends, unable to get enough. Look at you, being fucked like the naughty little whore you are." A mischievous smile tugs at your lips as you witness Kenshi pulling out of Johnny, leaving him panting and needy. You lock eyes with Johnny. Slowly, you lower yourself onto his hard cock, your tightness enveloping him completely.

Johnny's eyes widen with pleasure as he fills you, his grip on your hips tightening in an attempt to control his own urges. You move your body in slow, tantalizing motions, savoring the feeling of him deep inside you.

Meanwhile, Kenshi positions himself behind Johnny once again, his hands firmly gripping his hips. With a single fluid motion, he pushes back into Johnny's willing ass, eliciting a chorus of mixed moans and gasps from all three of you. Johnny's body trembles, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he nears the edge of pleasure. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and desperation, his voice strained as he fights for control. "-Please...please let me cum. I need to release, to feel the warmth of your pussy and the grip of Kenshi's dick..."

Kenshi, his grip on your breasts tightening, thrusts into Johnny with a renewed vigor, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through all of you. Your eyes lock with Johnny's, a knowing smirk on your face as you give him permission to release. "-Cum for us, Johnny. Coat me with your warmth and feel the pleasure surge through you as Kenshi fills your tight ass."

With a final thrust, he pours his lust into your awaiting pussy, moaning out your name in ecstasy.

Simultaneously, Kenshi finds his release inside Johnny's willing ass, his body shuddering with pleasure and fulfillment. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, the sensation of being filled from both ends heightening your own pleasure.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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yeoja-dream · 3 months

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Found/Fated/Forever

Part 1

Pairing: BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, eventual smut, porn with plot, slow burn, hurt/comfort

Characters: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Jungkook, Supernatural!Reader

Content Warning: Woman in danger, roofie mention

Word Count: 3,500

It was a miserable fucking night. Granted it had also been a miserable fucking day, The rain had come down in sheets all throughout the day and well into the night, bringing the temperature down considerably. It was certainly summer, but as your thigh-high boot clicked against the wet sidewalk, you swore you could see your breath.

I just had to fucking go out. You grumbled internally, shivering in your mini skirt and leather coat. It should have been plenty warm enough for a summer night, but even the weather seemed to be flipping you off today. Let’s just get black-out drunk, hook up with a stranger, and forget today ever happened. You hyped yourself up while rounding the corner to your favorite nightclub.

The line was sparse, on account of the rain you supposed. Not that you ever really had to wait in line for this place anyways, you knew all the bouncers and if any gave you a hard time, you’d flash a little cleavage and be on your way.

Despite the minimal line outside, indoors was as lively as any other Saturday night. The DJ tonight was someone local, you overheard, not bad you mused, moving through the crowd to an empty bar seat. Mostly trap beats, but his remixes were decent and the dance floor reflected his musical proficiency.

“Y/N” The bartender, a salt and pepper man in his 40s regarded you warmly. “What will it be tonight?”

“David.” You said back. “I thought you had a date tonight? I was expecting to see Vanessa. Sure the usual.” You slid your card forward, starting your tab.

“You drink so many cosmos we are going to have to start calling you Nebula, you know,” David said, picking up the ingredients to your drink. “Vanessa and I switched. Date bailed. She must have known you were coming in and got jealous,” He added with a wink.

“You flatter me.” You replied. “Nebula is too metal of a knick name for such a girly drink.”

“Eh,” David replied, sliding your glass toward you. “I’ve seen you, you could out-drink any man in this place. Makes me feel bad for your wallet.”

“You and I both.” You said, sipping on the pink liquid. “It’s good. Strong. Make yourself something, it’s on me.”

“And that’s why you are my favorite customer, cheers,” David replied, before sliding off to the other end of the bar, busily helping other patrons.

The bar seats here spun, a trait you always appreciated for easy people-watching. Picking up your drink and swiveling your seat around, you surveyed the crowd like you did most weekends. Mostly, it was boring. You watched them have fun, be messy, get into arguments, meet new friends, new lovers, it was fun, like watching a TV show of what your life could have looked like if things had been different. Some nights you’d spot a creep, someone slipping drugs into drinks or stalking ex-partners and you’d alert the bouncers to kick them out. Some nights you’d chat with someone silver-tongued and deep-pocketed to keep you interested, some nights that person would talk you into bed.

It was cyclical if you had to really psychoanalyze yourself. The theme: unfulfillment, dissatisfaction, and unhappiness. It was easy, much easier anyway, to find comfort in these fleeting, temporary flings, to find purpose in playing superhero and saving a drunk woman from a creep, to find community in the transactional relationships held with people like David. But maybe you were thinking too much about things again, what the hell did you know? You were there, in that nightclub, just like everyone else.

You swiveled around again, signaling to David you were ready for your next cosmo. He had it ready just as soon as you could raise your hand.

“Looks like you got something on your mind tonight. I’ll keep ‘em coming,” David said handing you your next drink.

“Thanks.” You said, taking it from him. “Don’t forget to make something for yourself!” You called after him.

“I love drinking on your dime, don’t worry about me~” He replied with a hand wave.

Before you can turn back to your self-centered musings, a zip of light darted through your periphery. Magic? It had been a minute since you had seen someone else use it, but surely you had to be mistaken right? Why would a place like this have magic?

You snapped and turned to the side, scanning the patrons carefully, but it only took a few seconds to realize who it was who had been casting. A man stood in the corner, tall with dark, masculine features, his shoulders were broad, his chest and torso the perfect V. He wore a plain, dark, fitted t-shirt that showed off large, corded arms. He was the picture of masculinity, attractive by anyone’s standards, and as you regarded him now, he was entirely silhouetted in magic. The silver, translucent aura was unmistakable. Glamour magic.

He had to be an incubus right? The only other creatures capable of glamour magic like that are the tirions, but those were exceptionally rare. You could relate to that. As you pondered the possibilities, you noticed a small, curly-haired blonde woman, undoubtedly human by the way she seemed in awe of this male. You needed to get closer, you decided slipping off your seat and pushing through the bodies until you were in earshot.

“So, why don’t you finish your drink and we can enjoy a few more at my place?” The male voice spoke.

“Well, I - I - I uh, f-f-friend I, uh…” The female voice spoke, a mix of slurred speech and nervous babbling.

Another wave of magic pulsed from him.

“I think we should get out of here, beautiful.” He insisted again.

“I think… that is… okay.” The female replied voice halted, disconnected. Stiffly and robotically you watched her put her drink on the bar top, then equally as robotically begin turn around and begin to exit.

Incubus or tirion, you would be damned if you would let them feed here. You too put your drink down on the bar top and made your way to the exiting couple.

“Hey! Girl we were looking everywhere for you!” You walked right up to the woman, placing a hand on her shoulder. You were admittedly a bit rusty, but your connection to magic was as inherent as the ability to breathe. You called forth your magic from deep in the ground, willing it to run through your body. You could see the magical charm this male held on this woman, and while willing your magic into a sword, you severed the charm.

The woman blinked up at you, dazed and confused. “The rest of us are dancing over here!” You now link arms with the woman, her considerably smaller frame putting into perspective how powerless this woman was to this male. As you begin to walk away with her, the male voice calls out from behind you.

“Hey.” The voice is stern, flat, and deep. More noticeable to you, however, is the overwhelming rush of glamor magic that washes over you. You will your magic up, shielding the smaller woman from its power.

“Hey sorry!” You turn around. “We came out as a girl's night and we wanna keep it that way! No hard feelings!” With that, you pull the woman with you and away, towards the exit.

“It’s time to go home, sweetheart. Are those your friends over there?” You ask the woman. She nods in response.

“Come on, let's say goodbye and then I’m going to walk you to a cab.” You lead the woman to her friends, who all in a drunken stupor thank you for taking care of their friend, and forget to ask why it is she needs to leave. It is probably better that way anyway.

You lead the woman out the door, up the stairs, and out into the cold rainy night. You held the umbrella for the two of you, walking in complete silence.

“The taxi rank is around the corner, but this time of night and the weather I’ll bet it's empty, so I’m just going to call ahead.” You said to no one in particular. You weren’t sure if she was really listening, but you felt better saying something.

Sure enough, when you rounded the corner, the taxi rank was completely abandoned.

“Figures,” you grumbled, watching the poor, shivering woman stand next to you while you waited, the sound of the rain hammering on your shared umbrella punctuating your silence. Wordlessly, you shed your leather jacket and place it over her shoulders while you wait, willing the magic from the ground to keep you warm. It was totally against the rules, but hey, it had already been a weird night.

“Do you remember your address?” You asked the woman. She nodded in response.

“Do you have enough money to get home?” Another nod.

“Did you drive to the club?” A shake this time.

She didn’t want to talk, obviously, and another extended silence descended upon the two of you.

The woman broke the silence this time.

“What happened to me?” She asked, voice sounding hollow, hurt, and confused.

“You were roofied.” You replied, matter-of-factly. “The man you were talking to was very bad, which is why I’m making sure you get home.”

“I’ve been roofied before. It didn’t go away in one second. I spent the whole night puking. You touched my shoulder and the fog lifted. Isn’t that crazy?” She spouted off, looking up at you for support answers.

You knew what she was looking for, and yet you couldn’t give it to her. “They’re coming up with new drugs all the time. Maybe this one clears your system crazy fast. I am really sorry this happened to you.” You replied.

“Thank you for helping me.” She replied, and as if ordained by a benevolent ruler, the taxi pulled up. You helped her into the car, wished her a good night, and saw her off before turning on a heel and marching back to that nightclub. You had a bone to pick.

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Where the bumping music of the club before gave the area a cool, hip-hop vibe, now contributed to your fuge state fueled by rage. The male, miraculously, was stood in the same spot, tied up in conversation with another man. An accomplice perhaps, you thought. You’d figure it out as soon as you rocked this dude's shit.

Pushing passed the crowd and shoving the man he was locked in conversation with aside, in a flash you willed your magic up to protect your fist and you let loose the meanest right hook you could muster, for that woman and all the other women you were sure this scum had victimized.

Your fist collided solidly with his jaw, knocking him over and staggering him. You hit him hard enough that the bystanders around you audibly reacted. The male straightened back out, rubbing his jaw in pain. Looking down at you in what could only be described as bewilderment.

“I would say there is a special place in hell for people like you, but you would know something about that, wouldn’t you?” You spit at the male.

“So what if I do?” The male replied, voice rich and baritone. “What’s it to you?”

“There are clubs for people like you.” You replied venemously.

“And you…?” He replied, lifting an eyebrow.

“I am not here looking for prey.” You said, looked at him with a disgusting look. “Just because you can’t hack it in the supernatural clubs doesn’t mean you can just come out to the human clubs looking for easy pickings.”

“Do you condemn the wolf for breaking into the lamb pen? Or do you just understand that the wolf, too, needs to eat?”

“Ask a sheep farmer what he does to wolves in the lamb pen.”

“Is that what you are to them? The farmer? Watching over the little sheep? Or perhaps you are just a little puppy, barking at the big bad predator” He leaned in closer. “There will come a day when your pathetic little yaps won’t be enough to chase away the big bad guy, what will you do then, little puppy?”

“Get. Out.” You said through gritted teeth. “Or so help me I will put you back where you came from.” Rage, pure rage coursed through you, mixed with magic, you felt it zapping and prickling at your skin, your hair standing on edge as if the lighting was about to strike.

“Now now, no need to get so wound up.” He started pushing past you, before stopping to continue. “I was going to hurt you, for taking my dinner. But now, now I hope to meet you again very soon, little puppy.” He finished, walking out the front door, a swagger in his footsteps that made you want to blast him from behind with every bit of radiant damage you could physically muster.

“Hey.” A different male voice snapped you to the present. “You’re going to call attention to yourself. Just accept it.”

Another wave of glamor magic washed over you, a different spell though, a calming one you readily identified having used it before. You allow the stranger's magic in, the new stream slipping in, soothing your breathing, calming your heart rate, and slowing the stream of magic through your body, before exiting.

“You were about to make us all do the electric slide.” The man said with a chuckle. “Sorry, dated reference. I am kind of old.”

“Me too.” You commented, still internally reeling from the events of the last hour. “It was funny, thanks for the hand.” You turned to him, finally. The man who was keeping the incubus engaged. You were calm, but you were still warry. You regarded him more carefully now, he too was exceptionally handsome, but in a less brutalistic way than the incubus was. He was also shorter than the incubus and considerably more lithe in his frame. His baggy streetwear and half up half down hairstyle betrayed a surprisingly strong body, you were willing to bet, however. “With that being said, who the hell are you?”

“That is a complicated question with a complicated answer.” He replied. “I am sure you can relate. Shall we?” He gestured to two conveniently empty seats sitting on the corner of the bar.

“You drink cosmos, right?” He said handing you a pink cocktail. You looked at him incredulously.

“On a normal night, I don’t accept drinks that I didn’t watch David make, after all that what makes you think I’m going to accept this?”

“Oh my god, you are so right. You know what I will drink this don’t even worry about it, I’ll flag the bartender and you order whatever you want and I’ll pick it up.” He replied, pulling the drink back to him.

After a few minutes, David walked up to your end of the bar, regarding the two of you silently.

“What will it be, sir?” David asked the man.

“Whatever the lady will have.”

“Whiskey. Top Shelf.”

“Coming right up, ma’am,” David replied, pouring a glass and sliding it to you. With that, he made himself scarce.

“How do you know the incubus?” You asked the man, keeping your tone flat, disinterested in case they were buddies.

“Not at all, to be frank” He replied, sipping on his Cosmo.

“When I walked in after getting that woman home, you seemed to be engaged in lively conversation with that man.” You said, bemused. “What was it that you were discussing?”

“How we were going to hurt you.” He replied, matter-of-factly.

“And how was that?” You asked.

“Well, he was angry when you left with that woman, really angry. I had a feeling that you’d come back and I wanted you to get your revenge, so I placated him with stories of how I would help tear you limb from limb and eat your insides in front of this whole club, the usual.”

“Uh-huh.” You replied, skeptically. “And why should I believe that? Maybe the two of you are waiting to jump me as soon as I leave out that door.”

“Nah, you’d kick my ass.” He replied. “Besides, I have this.” He held up a clear, tear-drop-shaped glass pendant on a cord around his neck. Suspended in the glass were a clear liquid and a red liquid, yin and yang. “Because of this, it is impossible for me to lie.”

“Obviously you are going to have to prove it.” You replied, scoffing and sipping your whiskey.

“Easy.” He replied. “The sky is purp-” Before he could finish, red and blue light pulsed from the pendant, and the man doubled over in pain, grabbing his chest. “Pigs can fl-” and again, before the man could finish the sentence, he doubled over in pain clutching his chest.

“You could have programmed it to react that way with certain voice commands.” You replied back, still skeptical.

“Hard to convince, that’s fair enough.” He replied, shrugging. “Tell me to say something, and I will say it, scouts honor.”

“Okay…” You replied, thinking for a moment. “Tell me I’m ugly,” you said with a smirk.

“You’re ug- ak!” The same reaction as before.

“Thank you I know.” You said, flicking the hair off your shoulder. A devilish smile crept across your face as another prompt crossed your mind. “Say this one and I will believe you.”

“Anything.”

“Say I have a tiny penis.”

He looked at you incredulously, but nonetheless began “I have a tiny pe- ah! Enough please believe me this hurts!”

“Good to know~” you chuckled. “Alright George Washington, what are you doing here anyway? What are you?” You asked him.

“I am a vampire. As for what I am doing here, that question is a bit more difficult to answer.”

“Are you looking for prey? Just like that incubus?”

“What? God. No. I don’t need to look for prey thank you very much. I am very much mated.”

“Mated? But you’re hanging out in a human club?”

“Something like that.”

“Okay, start the bigger picture then if the smaller picture is hard. What is your name?”

“Jeon Jungkook. A pleasure.” He extended his hand.

“Y/N. It is steadily becoming a pleasure as well.” you shook his hand. “What brings you to this city, Jeon Jungkook?”

“I live here with my mates,” he replied. “Most of us work in the city, myself included. I sing.”

“Oh wow!” you recoiled in surprise. “What do you sing? Do you perform?”

“No, it's a little hard to be a public persona when your face is never changing, ya know? I do backup vocals and I am the voice behind a few recording artists, some big some small.” He shrugged.

“Some big?” You asked.

“I can’t really talk openly about it. I’ll tell you another time.” He added with a wink.

“Fair enough.” You replied, taking another sip of whiskey.

“I was right behind you, by the way.”

“Hm?” You replied.

“Maybe I should back up a little.” He started. “I’m here, in this human club tonight, because I was called to be. By whom or what I do not know, but I knew I needed to come in. I arrived shortly after you did, I think. You were already drinking at the bar, people-watching. I saw the magic too, and I saw what he was attempting to do to that poor woman. You and I stood up simultaneously.”

“You want a congratulations for thinking about stopping a rapist?” You scoffed at him.

“No. No, I am explaining myself poorly. I am trying to say I had your back. I wouldn’t have let him hurt you.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You said, giving him a half cheers with your glass.

“At first I thought that this is what I was called here for, to save you or to dispatch this creep, then I could fuck off home and be the hero. But then I saw how powerful you were. How readily the magic came to you, how you bent it to your will like you were folding paper. It was only then I came to understand, that I think I was called here to meet you. And I am extremely glad I was.”

You glanced at his chest and then, at the pendant hanging on his chest. The light remained dark, and when you slid your gaze up to meet his, there was an intense sincerity there that made you blush and shy away.

“I am not really sure I understand what it is exactly you are getting at.” You state looking down at the melting cubes in your whiskey.

“I think I might, but I will need you to go with me on this one.” --------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi-ya this one has been cooking in my brain for like 3 years so enjoy plz! I am just going to post parts one and two consecutively because fuck it they're finished and the Ritalin hit and so I WROTE. I'm working on Intertwined, I just had to get it straightened out from this story because of their similar themes but we good, let me cook. I will update the tags as WHAT each member of BTS and Y/N as it is revealed but for now, no spoilers eheheh. Put what you think they're going to be below!

#bts #bangtan #bts smut #bts x reader angst #bts x reader smut #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #ot7 x reader smut #ot7 #bts ot7 #ot7 x reader #ot7 x reader smut #poly ot7 #ot7xreader #foundfatedforever

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knight in shining leather |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: based off this ask- heyy!! i was reading you bouncer eddie series and i love it so much :((((. if you take requests could you maybe do a little blurb of reader being bothered by a creep and eddie being the knight in shining leather that he is helps her. this is such a lame plot i'm sry. pls just write anything for bouncer eddie when you have the time it would be so cool!! sending hugs

reposting from my deleted blog <3

contains: possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie, a little dark!eddie not towards reader, creepy men, cat calling, language, oral fem & male rec, throat fucking, squirting, rough p in v sex, hickeys, creampie. minors dni.

It was a slow night at The Hideout, especially for a Friday. All the college kids had gone back to school for the spring, and it was too cold for others to venture out, snow and ice covering the ground. But in any weather, you could always count on your regulars showing up on Friday nights. The regulars, who would ski if they had to, to make it down to the bar nestled in downtown Hawkins.

It was you, Eddie, and Ellen for the night. Tony and Valerie had shown up, but cut earlier with the lack of customers. You were bartending, taking care of the familiar patrons, while Ellen was the manager on duty for now, helping clean and keep the jukebox rolling. Eddie was at the door, in all black of course, tight beanie around his head to fight the cold, wild curls flying out around his face.

"Can I get another sweetheart?" Roy slurred from the other end of the bar, shaking his empty glass your way. You smiled, grabbing another glass, tilting it to stop the foam as you filled the beer.

You added beer number five to his tab before sliding it to him, switching the full glass out for his empty. "Your friends not joining you tonight?" You asked him, wiping the counter down with the spare rag.

Roy blew air out his mouth. "No, pieces of shits bailed on me. Can ya believe that?"

You giggled, getting his a fresh bowl of peanuts. "That's tough. Sounds like you need some new friends." You chided in cheery, playful conversation, filling another glass for the man on the other end who indicated he wanted one.

"You wanna be my friend, baby?" Roy blubbered, eyes glazed with a sloppy smile.

You snorted, lifting a brow at Roy. "Depends how much you tip tonight." You shot back with a tight lipped smile, walking to serve your other customer.

Roy howled, slapping the wooden top of the bar, nearly falling out of his stool. Eddie looked over, face stoic, hard, like it always was when he was working. He needed to be tough, or at least appear to be, especially with this crowd.

They were harmless, usually, drunks that liked to spend their hard-earned dollars tossing booze down their throats. Sometimes, they'd get a little out of hand. Eddie would have to intervene or call them a cab.

Eddie turned when the door opened, the frigid, biting wind of the night slipping in with the person who opened it. Eddie looked at the ID the man presented, but he really didn't need to; the guy looked Wayne's age.

"There a cover tonight?" The man asked, eyes already blood shot, swaying in his snow covered work boots.

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, not tonight."

The man nodded, stumbling over to Roy, clapping the man loudly on the back. The two had a rather loud, slurring reunion, stumbling in and out of stools. Ellen cut her eyes from you then back to Eddie, rolling her eyes.

Eddie's lips pressed in a tight line, looking over at you, the way you smiled, laying down a coaster, leaning forward on the bar to get his order.

"What's good here, huh, angel?" The man slurred back at you.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, your friend here likes our draft." You motioned to Roy. "But that'll depend what you're in the mood for."

"I'm in the mood for something tasty." The man licked his lips, eyeing you. "You on the menu?"

You did scoff at the comment. "No, but I make a mean old fashioned. You want one of those? Or are you more of a light liquor kinda guy?" You asked, trying to shift the conversation and get away from him. He wasn't a regular, you weren't sure about him.

"I'm whatever kinda guy you want me to be, baby." He grinned all sloppy, swaying towards you. "Make me whatever you want."

You nodded, rolling your eyes when you walked away. You closed out a tab for another before starting his. You smiled at the customer, Johnny, when you handed him his tab, thanking him when he left you his usual 20% tip.

Eddie watched you carefully, nodding at the two leaving with a tiny smile. You reached for your bourbon, bending over to grab a glass out of the bottom shelf.

The man beside Roy let out a loud, ear piercing wolf whistle, cackling into the other man after. You felt a cold prick run down your spine, face flushing.

"Goddam, baby, I'll have you make as many drinks as you want if you stay bent over like that!" The man whooped. "Get to see that ass all night. No wonder you love this place so much, Roy!" He laughed, slamming his hand on the bar, so the glass jumped.

"Hey, easy there," Ellen warned, raising a brow at the two. "Roy get your friend under control."

Roy nodded, lifting a hand in apology, as the other guy bristled, eyes narrowing to focus, teeth gritting and snarling. "'M not doin' anything wrong, you fuckin' bitch. Stay outta it." He snarled.

You felt your heart hammer, looking at Ellen then at Eddie. Eddie stood, fists clenched as he walked, slow and purposeful behind the two, heavy boots clanking on the wooden, creaky floors.

"Hey, watch it, man," Eddie growled. "Settle down or get the fuck out."

The man turned, swaying slightly, looking at Eddie before scoffing, turning back to you. "Hey sugar tits, you got my drink, honey?" He slurred.

"I'm finishing it up." You said slowly, warily looking at Ellen to see if she'd give you the cut off sign. "Tryna make sure it's perfect."

"If it's coming' from you, I'm sure it is." He smirked.

He looked at Roy, nudging the man drunkly before pushing his coaster purposefully off the counter. "Whoops." He laughed, snorting slightly. "Hey, sexy baby, could you pick that up for me? Ole klutz over here knocked it over." He clapped Roy on the back.

Eddie's jaw grit tight, looking at you then the man. He could feel his blood boiling already, hands tingling from the way he had them clenched. You looked at Eddie, rolling your eyes and walking to where the coaster fell, bending over and picking it up.

The man whistled again, clapping his hands as you flushed, furious and embarrassed. "Goddam, baby, you gonna keep teasing me like that?" He asked, laughing and leaning towards you. "Stick that pretty little ass out for me one more time, huh? Better yet, come over here and let me see it. Or do I need to drop something again?"

"Alright," Ellen snapped, walking towards the two men. "They're gone. Eddie, get them outta here."

Eddie was already stepping towards them. Roy's face dropped slightly as the other snarled. "The fuck you kickin' us out for?" He snapped. "I haven't even got my goddam drink!"

"Yeah, and you're not gettin' one." Eddie growled. "Out. Now. Before I have to make you." He threatened, boasting his chest to intimidate the older man. Sure, he could take him, drunk and old he wouldn't be an issue.

Roy apologized to you, drunk but sincere, holding his hands up as he tried to coax his friend. The man snarled. "The fuck you gonna do, huh?" He snapped at Eddie. "You gonna... you gonna make me leave, huh, pussy boy?" He laughed mockingly in Eddie's face.

He turned back to you, snarling and mean. "Dumb bitch, 's your fuckin' fault. Walking' around like a goddam whore, just asking' for it, then when you get it you don't want it, huh?" He spat, angry.

Eddie's hands were on his shoulders, yanking him out of the stool. The man fell to his knees, groaning in pain before Eddie had him back up, shoving him out the door.

Eddie pushed the drunken man out the door and into the snowbank on the sidewalk, and he would've smirked when the man groaned in pain if he wasn't so furious. Roy was still inside, covering the tab and apologizing to Ellen and you.

Eddie looked down at the drunk man, trying to twist and move out of the freezing snow. "The fuck you-you-"

Eddie bent down, pushing him back on the ground, teeth bared and a grip on his collar, dangerously close to his neck. His rings were cold, biting against the man's jugular. "I better never see you here or near her again, you understand?" He growled.

The man stammered, lifting his hands gently. Eddie slammed him harder into the ground, the snow sinking around his head. "Understand?"

"Yes, fuck, yes!" The man stuttered. "Jesus, fuck, I-I don't wanna come back here anyways!"

Eddie snarled, shoving him slightly before standing up. "Good." He bit. "Now get the fuck outta here." He turned around, leaving the man to get out of the icy ground.

He nodded curtly to Roy as he left, not listening to his apologies. He was fuming, buzzing, adrenaline shaking and rattling his bones. His jaw still ground together, eyes not meeting yours though he could feel them on him. He needed to calm down before he did.

Ellen came over, checking on him, and checking to make sure they were gone, before patting him on the back. "Go have a drink." She nodded towards the bar. "As soon as these two leave, we'll call it a night, huh? Think that's enough excitement for us all."

Eddie stomped over to the bar where you watched him from the other side, eyes rounded to meet him. "Thank you," You whispered.

Eddie nodded. "Anytime, baby," He grinned, but it didn't meet his eyes.

He was still angry, not at you, but at that disgusting fucker. Who the fuck did he think he was, talking to Eddie's girl like that, talking to you?

You poured him a beer, cutting an orange and placing it on his glass. Eddie sipped it slowly, the tingle in the back of his throat mixed with the alcohol calmed him slightly. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently when Ellen wasn't looking, before checking on the other two that still remained at the other end of the bar.

The night moved slow. No one else came in. The final people left, letting you cash out for the night. Eddie helped you stack chairs, while Ellen unplugged the jukebox, the three of you walking to the back where you parked.

Eddie had just climbed in the van, barely putting the key in the ignition to roll over the engine when you pounced on him. Hands on either side of his face, pressed against his side, lips attaching to his, hard and needy like he was your life line.

Eddie faltered for a moment, movements stuttering before he kissed you back, his own hands finding your waist, the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as you could.

Eddie's brows furrowed when you pulled back, eyes canning your face, your rounded eyes, blown pupils, bottom lip ticked between your teeth. "What was that for?" Eddie asked, shocked, amused.

You shrugged, placing your hand over the zipper of his jeans. "I dunno, just a thank you, I guess." You grinned, eyes batting at him. "For saving me tonight. My hero." You purred, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his jeans, grinning when he groaned low and throaty.

Eddie flew over the icy roads, squirming under your touch the entire way. You palmed him gently, slowly, pressing kisses up and down his neck, shoulder, collarbone, cheek. Nuzzling your nose against him before trailing the tip of your tongue down his exposed skin.

You were throbbing between your legs, had been since Eddie had grabbed the man so aggressively- so protectively. The adrenaline and sheer primeness of it all made you soak, your head reeling and fuzzy as you fumbled through the rest of your shift. He had done that for you, was protective over you.

You and Eddie stumbled through his trailer, his boot shutting the door behind him, teeth gnashing, lips mushing, hands roaming and groping. You pushed Eddie back onto the couch by his sternum, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to undo his belt and zipper.

Eddie grinned, brows lifted in amusement. Gone was the anger, the disrespect he felt from that man. He worried that you would be hurt, upset by what he said, maybe even angry at him for being so rough. Instead, here you were, ready to jump his bones, needy and aching all for him.

"Easy, baby," Eddie muttered, ringed hands finding your hair as you freed him frantically from his boxers.

Your soft hands held his cock, thick and long, oozing already from your teasing touches in the car. You wasted no time licking a long stripe up the base to his tip, swirling the salty pre-cum around your tongue over the head. Eddie groaned, head tilting back against the couch cushions.

You pumped his length, sucking what you could of the thick head down your throat. "Atta girl, that's my girl, fuck," Eddie groaned, gripping your hair a little tighter so you whimpered, vibrations tickling down his shaft to his sac making him tense, bucking gently in your mouth.

You gagged gently at the intrusion and Eddie let out a near pornographic moan. "Fuck, baby, can I- shit- can I fuck your throat? Please?" He begged, half lidded and lust filled.

You clenched your legs, nodding with his cock still in your mouth as he grinned down at you. That's how you ended up, head lolling off the arm of the couch, mouth open and gripping Eddie's thighs as he thrusted into your throat, relishing in how you gagged and swallowed.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good for me. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Good little girl." Eddie praised, eyes pinched close in pleasure.

Tears pricked your eyes, breathing slow to try and match his pace, nails digging into his hairy thighs. Eddie's abs clenched, pulling out of you slowly, before fisting himself.

He moved so his balls were in your face, heavy and hitting your nose, but you knew what he wanted, instinctively sucking them gently, tongue rolling over the skin.

Eddie's breath stuttered, grunting as he jacked himself quicker, leaning over you. "'M gonna cum, baby. Just like that, oh fuck, just like that. 'M-" Eddie groaned before you felt the hot spurts on your chest, your tummy.

Eddie's chest heaved, hunched over you, bracing himself with the back of the couch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his through his curly bangs.

Eddie grinned at you, reaching down to kiss you, hard. He didn't waste time walking around to the other end of the couch, pulling you by your legs so your hips were on the arm of the couch, kneeling down to kiss your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses.

You moaned, arms above your head as you grabbed at the couch, back arching when Eddie licked a long, fat stripe through your folds, circling around your clit.

"Oh!" You whined, clenching when he kitten licked your clit, one hand on your lower tummy, pressing gently, the other adding a finger and pumping slowly in and out of you.

Normally, he'd tease you. get you whiny, teary-eyed, the way it drove him crazy, but not tonight. He was urgent, needy, devouring you from the inside out like a madman.

You felt it building quickly, the sweet release that threatened to take over you any minute. The way Eddie was sucking, nibbling at your achy clit, his long fingers curling and pumping at a much faster pace, mixed with his other hand pressing on your tummy; you knew you were going to soak him, flood him.

You writhed, hips wiggling to get away, the pleasure overwhelming. Eddie knew just how to work you, toy with your body to get it to do exactly what he wanted. Your eyes rolled back, hands pressing against his hand, but it wouldn't budge.

Eddie rolled your clit between his lips, licking gently while his fingers curled, pressing hard down on your lower belly. You cried out, back arching, legs pushing against his back as you gushed around his fingers, spewing all over him, all over the couch.

Eddie grinned, the squelch of wet liquid around his fingers as he pumped into you still was a melody, your cries and moans music to him. Eddie watched as you bucked, then slowed, legs falling and giving out, melting into the couch with heavy breaths.

Eddie licked you once more, the sweetness of your release making his eyes roll back. He stood over you, wiping his wet, shiny mouth with the back of his hand and you whimpered, legs snapping shut, throbbing again.

He was on top of you in an instant, hands on wither side of your head holding him up. Lips on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth so you could taste your release on him. He kissed down your jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, sucking large bruises as he went. He wanted everyone to see them, to know that you were his.

You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair as he sucked deep bruises into your tits, biting and sucking at them, then rolling your nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing them slightly so you yelped.

He pushed himself into you without warning, rutting into you fast, hard, deep strokes that had you gasping, clawing down his back, feet dug into the meat of his ass.

Eddie pressed his face into your neck, sucking and nipping the already sensitive skin, marking it up even more. Your eyes rolled back, bodies rubbing together, chaffing skin to skin.

"Fuck, gonna cum inside you, that ok?" Eddie grunted, his nose nuzzling your cheek, lips pressing sloppy kisses to your flushed skin.

You nodded, gripping his arms, biceps bulging in your hands. You drooled at the definition, the inked skin firm and prominent next to you. Eddie snapped his hips flush against yours, smirking when you cried out, burying your face into his neck to try and muffle the pathetic cries falling from your lips.

Eddie snapped his hips a few more time, clenching with a grunt when he spilled inside you. He kept himself inside you as he rode out his high, long, deep breaths, his mouth hovering over your shoulder. You were barely holding onto him, legs still wrapped loosely around him, head swimming with feeling and fullness of him.

Eddie pulled back, brushing his bangs back so he could look at you. Marked up and bruised, mouth shaped red marks all over your neck and chest. He trailed his finger down your neck, over the well of your breasts where he really bit down.

"'M sorry, baby." He muttered to you, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hadn't asked to do that, cleared it with you, and the guilt was setting in. Girlfriends in the past were furious with him when he'd mark them like that, angry that they'd have to cover them up, and he didn't blame them.

You smiled softly, tucking your chin down to look at the damage. "It's alright." You whispered, tired. "I can cover them it's alright."

Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I should've asked. I can put a coupla spoons in the freezer. That trick worked in high school-"

He moved out of you, not caring that you were oozing him on the worn fabric of the couch, his cock softer and covered in both your spend. You catch his hand gently, thumb running over his rough knuckles. "Eddie, it's ok. I promise." Your eyes shone up at him, warm and gooey in your own afterglow.

Eddie hesitated. "It's ok." You reassured, bringing his hand to your lips brushing them feathery light over his knuckles. "I-I liked it." You blushed at the admission, nuzzling your nose into his hand to hide your giddy smile.

Eddie's eyes lit up, cupping your jaw with his hand, lifting your gaze to his. He cocked his head to the side, dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You liked it?" He asked. You nodded. "You like it when I mark you up, huh? Want everyone to know who you belong to?"

You bit your lips, legs shifting uncomfortably. The dull ache between your legs was still there. Eddie knelt down so his nose was touching yours, an intense look in his eyes. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered, sending shockwaves down your spine, shivering against the couch.

Eddie pressed his lips towards yours so they were barely touching, hairs of his bangs tickling your forehead and eyelashes, sweaty against your skin. "Who do you belong to, baby?"

You squirmed against his gaze, feeling a little vulnerable, a little electric with the way he was looking right through you. "You." You whispered, your bottom lip brushing his, leaning in to kiss him.

Eddie pulled back slightly, his hand on your jaw. "Say it again." His eyes were dark again, lust blown, intense.

You shivered, legs clamping together and you could feel him still running out of you, creating a puddle under you. "You, Eddie," You whispered, eyes rounding into his gaze. "I'm yours, Eddie."

Eddie grinned, teeth bared and grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "That's fuckin' right." He muttered, lips crashing into yours. He moved so you were halfway off the couch, holding onto him for leverage, his grip secure on you. "All mine." He nipped at your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth.

Eddie moved so he was on the couch, long legs crowding on either side of your hips. He pulled you up gently by your arms, so you were in between his legs, curls ticking your cheeks when he kissed you again. He laid back slowly so you were on top of him, hands gripping your waist, your hips, anywhere he could grab and squeeze.

"My turn now." Eddie grinned, wiggling playfully underneath you. "Mark me up, baby. Show the world I'm yours."

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (eight)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: seven

next: nine

NOVEMBER 2, 2023

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: i fear i’ll have to pay back the favor and bail quinn out of jail one day edition!

my boys had a major win tonight by beating the sharks 10-1! that's right! TEN TO ONE!

but what's even better than that is that QUINTIN JEROME GOT THREE PENALTIES TONIGHT! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE HAS DONE THIS! only four times has he had two in one game, so tonight he made his own history! that's my best friend! his penalties were for stick holding and a delay of game for shooting the puck over the glass in the second period and an interference penalty in the third!

what's even BETTER than that is that QUINN MOTHER FUCKING HUGHES TIED THE CANUCKS RECORD FOR MOST POINTS SCORED BY A DEFENSEMAN WITH 5 POINTS!! this was last done in 1995!

he assisted on brock's first goal, assisted on millsy's goal, AND SCORED HIS OWN GOAL IN THE FIRST PERIOD, and in the second, he assisted on laffy taffy and suter's goals!

quinny, i’m so unbelievably proud of you! you're doing amazing this season, and i can't wait to see what records you tie and break next! i love you way past infinity🤍

p.s. special shout out to tito! he played his 500th game tonight and scored his first two goals of the season! i’m proud of you and i love you! trophy coming soon! @/titobeauvi91

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user36 QUINN'S SMILE AFTER HIS GOAL AHH!

canucks that's our captain!

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trevorzegras imagine getting three penalties in one night

_quinnhughes there's no way you haven't done that

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Calling the Genshin men your husband?!

Itto, Ayato, Diluc, Albedo, Kaveh

Warning: not properly proof read, and pretty shitty, sorry guys 😔 hope you enjoy tho!! <3 @alizaneth

- Itto

Truly, it comes a surprise to no one that Itto had gotten arrested.. again. Being the man he is it wasnt long after his recent “imprisonment” (he was in a cell for half an hour before Shinobu bailed him) he was turned in again. You couldn’t help but question what he did this time, obstruction of property? Trespassing? Public nudity? Making children cry? You’ll never know, honestly.

So as Itto stood by your side, head hung low from your scolding, you spoke with Lady Kujou.

"Of course, Lady Kujou! I’m so sorry for my husbands mess." Lady Kujou wordlessly replied, nodding her head, all as she walked away.

Itto on the other hand, was ecstatic, his heart was swelling, but he had to make sure, “You’re husband, baby?! I’m your husband??” He jumped around excitedly, “You know what! Yeah, I am! Thee Arataki Numero Uno Itto! Of course you’d want me to be your husband!” He hugged from your waist.

“Itto,” You put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m still mad at you.”

He shivered, “Ah.”

- Ayato

You and Ayato hurried to your dinner party, you were exasperated, you're legs were going numb in these shoes. Your jogging slowed down as you reached the doors of the party, elegant music and chatter ran through the thick wood doors, the guards on both sides opened the doors, a few wandering eyes landed upon you two, and soon it was a known through the room that the Yashiro commissioner and his lover had arrived; the hosts walking toward you.

"Why hello! I’m so happy to see you two could make it.” They smiled, clasping their hands together.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry for the tardiness of me and my husband!” Your eyes soften, you could feel the gaze of Ayato fall onto you: soft, gentle, and you could almost see hearts in there.

“Oh please! Worry not! We hadn’t had to wait long.”

“We would love to talk more, but allow me and my spouse to get some drinks first.” Ayato smiles, there was an underlying sense of slyness; he was a tease, a teasing scoundrel.

As the two of you walk away you could feel his hand in the small of your back gently rubbing circles with his thumb. Glass in hand his head turned to you, “Husband, hm?” His eyebrow raised, he was teasing you— again.

“Huh? Yeah. It’s not like it’s new or anything.” You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. You were hellbent on not losing, you’re not gonna fold, no way!

He simply smiled, his non-vacant hand holding yours, smoothing over it with his thumb. “You indulge me too much, dearest.”

You folded.

- Diluc

You and Diluc often took strolls through the city of Mondstadt in his free time, which meant running to people every so often. Now, being one of those times. And though he didn’t have any hatred towards such interactions would it truly be so criminal of him to wish to have his lover - and only his lover- on his time off?

This time it was an elderly couple, so it felt all too rude to decline a conversation with them, so he simply let it be, allowing you to handle the conversing and chiming in a - “Hmm,” or an “Mm”, not that the elderly couple minded, he was known to not be super talkative.

It was all until the teasing of the couple came up, a small grin graced their faces, arms interlocked, as they look at one another then turned to you, “So, you don’t seem all that young. When are you to be wed?” Dilucs composure denounced, his eyes turned wide, he turned to you in a Huff, but all you could do was laugh. He cleared his throat, composed once more, ready to answer,

“Aw, I’m not sure, perhaps when both me and my husband is ready.” You smile, looking at him, you placed a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing it. The couple simply nodded, thinking if their next move to fluster Master Diluc.

- Albedo

To my dearest husband, Albedo,

It seems my arrival to Mondstadt will be held off for another few days as there is a storm brewing and I am unsure if it’s safe for me to come. But I assure you, the moment the storm is to stop I will run to your side. For now, we must simply be patient.

But how are you, my love? I hope you’re not putting too much on your plate— again. And I hope you’re getting proper rest. I swear, if I come to Mondstadt and I see your ridiculously massive eye bags once more I might lose it. And how is Klee? Any more incidents? I surely hope not, for her own sake and Mondstadts…

As for myself I am doing well, the inn I am staying in is awfully cozy. The keeper is very sweet, our conversations are a very nice pass time, informative too!

But that aside, I hope to be home soon, and in your embrace once more.

Love, your forever, ( ).

- Kaveh

As per usual you were at the café, eagerly waiting for your food. It felt like it had been ages since you had last eaten a good meal, and you were excited, and Kaveh was there too, so that’s nice too— you guess. As you drawed shapes into the table with your finger, anxiously waiting for the food you couldn’t help but notice Kaveh staring at you.

“What’s wrong, Vehveh?” You asked, your gaze never leaving the table.

He scrunched his brows, “What an odd nickname, Vehveh. I like it. But why not something else?”

You shrugged, “Whatever makes you feel better,” you struggle to stifle a laughter, “Kaka.”

His eyes widen, he slams his fist on the table (gently), “This is an outrage! How dare you call me something so atrocious, love! This is a full fledge betrayal! And look at me would you!” He huffs.

You only smile, slowly looking up at him, “Sorry, would you prefer..” You sit up and lean against the table, whispering in his ear, “Husband?” You then smiled and sat down.

He bits his lip gently, blushing, “That’s fine.. I guess, but to really see, I think you’ll have to call me that again..”

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ghost-bxrd · 27 days

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Keep going I want everything *holds up a note pad* give me angst

*slides glasses up higher*

Okay, you asked for it! Get ready for some really cracky ship content on the side of more Court Family au!

Bruce grows up learning high society and Court etiquette mostly from Alfred and some trustworthy Court members and quickly decides that some things need to change. (He may be morally flexible here but he still wants to change things for the better). He still puts up the Brucie mask in front of High Society, but now he does it with the goal to gather blackmail material from as many people as possible and indebt them to him for potential use down the line.

Bruce becomes Voice of the Court when he turns eighteen and immediately starts uprooting several of the more corrupt members of the Court, instating new people into the ranks that will benefit the city as a whole. He makes some enemies this way, naturally. And soon after the Cout’s Talon is tasked with Bruce’s safety at all times.

Bruce and Cobb do NOT get along. At all. Mostly because Bruce is determined to make Talon’s life even harder by trying to slip away from his sight every other second. It’s infuriating. Cobb considers literally sitting on the guy after only one week. (“Try bailing on me now, o’ honorable Voice”)

Bruce spends several months strategically implementing new laws and projects that will benefit the Court AND Gotham in the long run, making it a point to go to the most important meetings in person, even if they happen to be between criminals. (Cobb was so, SO tempted to let Black Mask shoot the idiot that day.)

Within two years human trafficking is close to nonexistent in Gotham City, lethal crime is down a good ten percent (which isn’t much in the grand scheme of things but for Gotham it’s almost biblical) and whispers of “Batman” are omnipresent. (Cobb considers asking if slapping his Voice would be considered treason but… it probably would. Even though Bruce really deserves it with such a stupid cover name. Owls HUNT bats… couldn’t he have chosen Owlman?)

(“What’s your name, anyway?” Bruce asks one day, flipping his tie into a neat Windsor knot that’s just passable enough to not be considered sloppy. “I am the Talon of the Court, my Voice.” Bruce hums, one elegant eyebrow raising in the stark reflection of the mirror, “No, your real name.” “It’s whatever you wish it to be, my Voice.” “You know what I mean, Talon. If you do not wish to answer, then I will not make you. But do not play me for a fool.” “… Cobb. William Cobb.” Bruce blinks, the left corner of his mouth tugging upwards, “Will… I see.”)

The first time a traitor nearly succeeds in killing Bruce is when he once again slips away from the Talon’s sight, and while Bruce is still well trained he’s no match against five people with guns, sedatives, and a mission. Cobb finds them right as they’re about to shoot Bruce in the head and goes absolutely feral. (He hates Bruce, he hates Bruce, he hates Bruce, he hates-)

Bruce wakes up back at the manor with a pissed off Talon standing in the corner of the room, keeping watch and refusing to talk to him anymore beyond what he’s ordered to. Sneaking away from the Talon after this becomes virtually impossible for Bruce.

Cobb keeps giving Bruce the cold shoulder for months to the point where Bruce becomes genuinely concerned, but the Court scientists assure him that their Talon is running at a 100% capacity. (That’s not what I’m asking, Bruce wants to scream. I want to know if he’s okay.)

(Cobb wasn’t worried, he wasn’t. He watched countless humans die in so much worse ways already. Inflicted worse himself. It’s just because he almost failed his mission and allowed the Voice to be killed that he’s so unnerved now. That must be it. That’s all it is. That’s all.)

Dick’s parents fall and Bruce is up and out of his seat the next second, pushing through the masses until he can clutch at the child and cover his eyes, shielding him from the view of his parents’ dead bodies. Social Services never get to put their hands on Dick Grayson.

The Court is ecstatic. Cobb is ecstatic. From tragedy, opportunity blooms like a rose with poisonous thorns, and the Talon stands ready to take on his apprentice as the Court broaches the subject with Bruce.

But Bruce (idiotic, stupid, bleeding-heart Bruce) refuses point blank. (“He’s a child,” Bruce says. Like that means anything. They were all children, once. He’ll grow out of it quickly enough. And the boy will make an excellent Talon, perhaps even surpass Cobb himself, with time and training. Maybe more capable at keeping the Voice safe than him, too. But then Bruce says, “He’s my child. My ward. And any of you who think to go against me will answer to the Talon and myself.” And, oh, damn you, Bruce. Damn you. But what else is Cobb to do but lift his head and stare down the Voice’s subject in silent challenge, daring them to object? Bruce is his Voice. Talon will never not side with the Court’s voice. (He pointedly does not think of the time he slit another Voice’s throat. He does not.))

Dick is anger and fury and sunshine and it drives Cobb crazy. The raw potential that is lost with Bruce’s refusal to allow him to train the boy… he cannot stand it. There will be another Talon before long (Cobb is not bitter about it, he is not) and with Dick the protection of the Voice would have at least stayed within the line of Cobb’s blood, but now… now Cobb can’t be sure the new Talon will take their task as seriously as the boy would have.

Dick is the one to approach Cobb for training before he ever goes to Bruce

Bruce nearly has a heart attack the first time he finds Dick training with the Talon, ripping the boy away and screaming at Cobb for nearly an hour about “orders” and “NOT a Talon” and many other things Dick doesn’t really get

Bruce asks Talon to bring him Zucco’s head and Cobb will forever deny the vindictive pleasure he felt when watching the smarmy man squirm and beg for his life (he didn’t get fond of Dick. Cobb doesn’t do fond. He hates him almost as much as he hates Bruce, thank you and good day.)

… okay I just realized none of this really qualifies as angst but— somehow this post got away from me. I’m sorry 😭😭😭 feel free to ask for more specific angst content tho? 🙏

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Last Twilight Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week Day met August again for the first time, and it was clear that the attraction between them is mutual. Mhok encouraged the two to hang out, and had a practice date with Day to get him ready. However, August let all of us down. Day waited an hour before Mhok came back in to take Day around. Still, they waited until late for August to arrive as Day recounts that he did like August. August then bailed again, telling Mhok not to let Day know he was there. I’m also worried about how much Day compromises himself for August’s benefit.

I like the way Mhok gave the glass of water to hungover Day.

Does Day not remember much of the night? Either way, I’m glad Mhok avoided fibbing.

Okay. I liked Mhok’s glare here. August needs to know that Mhok is not going to be passive about Day.

I will accept August’s excuse for now, but he’s on very thin ice.

I’m invested in Aon’s new relationship with his girlfriend way more than I expected. He looks so happy about it.

Yes, Porjai! Ask after Night! Take your shot!

I like fixing the shoes, but no socks? Runners, please check in with me here.

I feel like there’s a lot double meaning in the dialogue this episode.

One of my favorite framing techniques in BL is when two people are facing each other and a third person is framed between them. They keep doing that with Mhok between Day and August.

I like the reminder that Mhok is maybe a little bit older than these college kids. Also glad Porjai is calling him out on his obvious crush on Day.

Oh, he used his eye drops to look at August.

They’re holding hands while they run now? Well, well, well.

There’s a race next month? How will August let us down, and will Mhok rise to the occasion and be his racing partner?

Okay, I really like the mom celebrating Day’s birthday a little bit early because she’ll be busy, and Day appreciating that she still prioritized him.

Will someone tell Mhok (and us) what this drama between the brothers is about??

Sea is very attractive.

“How do I look?” – “You look ready.”

They are definitely flirting!

Be careful touching that earring, Day! I watched the BTS and it is barely holding on with magnet, glue, and prayers!

He gave Mhok his favorite perfume? THIS IS GAY AS HELL.

I like the surprise party for Day. This is excellent drama. We thought August forgot, but instead it’s Mhok having to back down.

Does August know he’s competing with Mhok?

No, Mhok! Don’t regress! Don’t start smoking again!

Oh, whew, he took a walk.

This is way too many people touching and fussing over Day at once. He’s going to freak out.

Okay, Aof, having Mhok show up just in time to see August kiss Day, and have him appear between them? Mean.

WAIT? DID AUGUST JUST WALK AWAY??

A GOOD MEMORY??? WHERE IS THE GIF OF BRIGHT SAYING, “KILL HIM”? I don’t like the pity coloring all of his choices here. I get that he doesn’t have control of how he feels, but initiating this kiss was a bad call.

Oh good. We’re on a rooftop. Let me calm down.

Mhmm, and this is why I’m mad at August. He ruined what should have been a kind gesture. Day feels like people only showed up to celebrate him because they pitied him.

Timing this kiss with the sun like this? Now that’s cinema, baby!!

I love Aof. Next week promises to sort out the feelings stirred and revealed by this kiss.

I’m so disappointed in August. I was already down on him last week because of the way Day feels like he has to accommodate him, and then he lets us down like this? I’m over this boy! I don’t want to see his ass again in this show! Baby Ohm, I love you and we will see you in Kidnap with Big Ohm later! Goodbye!

#last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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multiversed-daydreamer · 7 months

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Pet: Chapter 4 - The First Day

WC: ~4k

Summary: Joel and Tess finally clue you in on their plans and you three have a discussion about how this will all work. You disagree with most of it.

Tags: MDNI, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Hostage, Joel and Tess keep Reader against her will, Reader is disabled. This one is where it gets a little sketchy. Reader doesn't like being touched, Hints that reader has PTSD if you squint.

A/N: Thank you so much for those of you who have stuck with me from the beginning and welcome new readers to the ride! I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you guys think and if I missed any warning tags, let me know so I can add them in! Check out my Masterlist for more!

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When you wake, it’s slow and a little sluggish. Your head feels foggier than usual and you’re warm and cozy against a dark green couch. You frown, why are you on a couch? You look around and immediately regret it because your vision spins for a moment. Ugh, what the fuck? But you do remember where you are now. You’d stayed over at Tess’ because you’d been too busy doing shots instead of paying attention to curfew. Fucking idiot.

You debate on sneaking out before they wake up just to avoid the utter embarrassment of facing the scariest people in the goddamn QZ hungover. Fuck, Nick was right, Tess was not supposed to be someone you got close to. You should’ve said no, should’ve bailed again.

A creak of the bed behind the wall alerts you to someone getting up, a moment later you hear the bathroom door close. You sit up with a quiet grunt. It’s not that bad, you’re not gonna puke or anything, just a little spinny. You slowly get your bearings, your shoes are under the coffee table, and your jacket is hanging on the back of the chair you’d sat at last night. You sigh, leaning down and snagging a shoe, pulling one on and then the other. There’s something a little too intimate about walking around Tess’ apartment in your socks. You stand as the toilet flushes as you cross the floor to put on your jacket. A sink turns on and as you zip up your jacket, it turns off, a few seconds later Tess emerges, flicking droplets of water off of her fingers.

You give her a tight smile, nodding to her. She smirks a little at the sight of you already in your shoes and hoodie. “Planning on leaving early? Told you I’d walk you home.”

You shrug. “I was planning on waiting for you. It would’ve been rude to just up and leave.” Tess eyes you for a moment.

“Would you like some eggs first?” She asks tentatively. You frown, you don’t really want to stay much longer, and you don’t know what time it is.

“What time is it? I’d like to be home around nine. Nine thirty by the latest.” You respond.

“It was about seven when I got up. Let me get you some food, and maybe some water. How’s your head?” She smirks a little, likely knowing you had drank a little past your limit last night. You smile a little easier at her teasing.

“A little slow… and a little spinny.” You admit. She chuckles quietly and moves further into the kitchen.

“Water and some eggs will help settle you.” She points to the bathroom. “Go ahead and freshen up.” You nod and mutter a soft thanks. You really had to pee. You slip into the bathroom, using the toilet, and flushing before washing your hands. You glance into the mirror and glare at how wild your hair is from sleep. You take out your ponytail and comb shaking hands through your hair. It’s not the best method, but it felt weird to dig around for Tess’ hairbrush. So you did your best to tame your hair with your fingers before putting it in a messy bun. You’ll fix it at home, it’s presentable for now. You sigh, bracing yourself for breakfast with Joel and Tess.

You open the door and intentionally avoid the bed where Joel is still sleeping. You step over to the table, finding a glass of water waiting. Tess was at the stove with a spatula in hand, the smell of eggs and toast wafting over from her. It smells good. “Thank you for breakfast.”

Tess smiles over at you. “Of course.” She dishes the food and butters some toast, before bringing the plate to the table. Right on cue, you hear a creak of the bed and a soft grunt as Joel gets to his feet and shuffles to the table, sitting down next to you. Tess sets a plate in front of you and a plate in front of Joel before going back to the stove grabbing a plate for herself, and sitting on your other side, which surprises you. You had expected her to sit across from you to be next to Joel.

You take a bite of toast and sip some water. You wonder where they found butter but you don’t ask. Joel’s presence unsettles you and you’re a little relieved that the meal passes in silence. The food helps your stomach and your head and you’re grateful . Joel finishes first, sitting back and eyeing your jacket.

“Look at you. Already ready for the day.” Joel hums.

You look down and shrug. “Yeah, I have a shift at eleven.”

“What shift?” He asks, and again, his curiosity surprises you.

“Sewer detail.” You grumble, not happy with it but it’s one of the best-paying jobs available. You finish your own breakfast and sit back. Your eyes flicker to Joel who grimaces in sympathy.

“Oh, that’s rough.”

You nod in agreement. “But the pay is great.” You point out.

Tess is stabbing some egg onto her fork as she speaks up. “Is Nick joining you today?” The way she phrases it makes your hackles rise immediately. Did Joel tell her about the argument the two of you had a few days ago?

He tenses at her question, eyeing Tess for a moment with a disapproving look before turning to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is he?”

It’s only right now that you notice Joel has big brown eyes and full lips. He’s… handsome you realize kind of secondhandedly and you suddenly notice just how good-looking a couple Joel and Tess make together. You look down, a bit surprised by your thought process for a moment. “Uh… Yes, he’s meeting me there.”

“Thought I told you to stay away from him.” His voice is low and level, and he’s watching you with an intensity that freaks you out.

You shrug, “I mean… we’re bound to overlap on shifts sometimes.”

Joel raises a pointed eyebrow at you. “And what about your days off?”

Your jaw clenches. Motherfucker. Tess told him. You’re not surprised, and not even shocked. You tell Nick everything. Of course, Tess is gonna come home and bitch a little about how you bailed on her at the market and got high with a boy. But it’s not like you technically had plans with Tess that day. You two just end up walking together whenever you see each other. It’s never a planned meet-up. You shrug at him but don’t say anything. You stand instead. “I think it’s time I got home.” You scoot your chair in and turn to the front door. Tess and Joel don’t move from their spots and part of you is glad. You’re pretty sure if Tess insisted upon walking you home it would’ve ended in an argument. You’re not one for fights typically but everybody had their limit and you were at yours with their bullshit about Nick. You really need to apologize to him for not taking his worries as seriously as you should’ve.

You make it to the door and unlock the deadbolt, twisting the handle to open it. It doesn’t budge though. You’re eyebrows furrow and you assess the door. The deadbolt is unlocked there’s not a little lock on the doorknob. When you look up you do realize that there's another lock about a foot above the other deadbolt. It looks like it belongs on the outside of the door, not the inside. It requires a key to unlock it and when you peek into the little crack between the door and the doorjamb you can see a second bolt glinting ever so slightly in the sun. You turn back to them. They’re just watching you silently, waiting for you to realize that you couldn’t leave without their help. You meet Tess’ eyes and raise an eyebrow in silent question. In response, she nods towards your chair. “Come sit for a minute.”

Your jaw clenches and your stomach twists up in a knot. Something is wrong and fear slams into you as you realize you’re stuck here. “Why?” You stay by the front door, unwilling to move any closer to them.

“Because she asked you too,” Joel said back, his voice a warning. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Nope… this is gonna end terribly. You walk over to the chair and grip the back of it with your hands, sitting feels far too vulnerable right now.

“What?” You ask lowly, staring at the table, not meeting their eyes.

Tess frowns at you. She’s not too pleased with your behavior, but you’re not outwardly defying them so that’s something. You’re starting to get scared, they could tell by how tense you are that you’re freaking out a little. “We want you to stay here for a while,” she says gently, preparing for the immediate backlash you might go for.

Your brows furrow with confusion. “I have to get ready for work.” Next to Tess, Joel’s jaw clenched.

“Don’t worry about work, we’ll get you excused so you’re not in trouble,” Joel assures. Not that FEDRA would ever get to you now, not that anybody would.

“Why?” You ask again. Tess can tell you’re low on patience, you want to leave, and the thought pisses her off a little.

“Because we want to keep you.” It probably wasn’t the best way to reveal you to your new life, but you’ve always seemed to enjoy Tess’ honesty.

Your eyes snap to hers, and you blink at her, completely speechless for a moment. “I’m sorry... You what?” You can’t believe the words that just came out of Tess’ mouth. ‘You can’t leave.’ you remind yourself. Finally, after months of looking for a red flag with Tess, she gives you one when you’re trapped in her fucking apartment.

“You shouldn’t be working with your condition anyway. You’re gonna end up hurting yourself.” Joel points out. Fury and embarrassment warp through you at his words. Condition? Just because you were disabled doesn’t mean you can’t work. You meet Joel's eyes with a fiery glare.

“I am perfectly capable, thank you very much.” You snap at him. You expect him to respond in anger, instead, he smiles.

“I know you’re capable, I’ve seen it. But they should minimize your hours at the very least. Burnout is still a thing, and you give off the impression that you’ll go until you literally can’t anymore.” Joel responds, once more giving you wide-eyed pointed look. “We’re trying to help.”

“No offense, but that’s none of your business, Miller. I am an adult, I’ll figure it out for myself.”

Joel sighs, shaking his head and standing up. You step back, making sure to stay well out of arms reach of him. Joel looks to you in surprise for a moment, pausing the same way Tess had last night, before turning and heading back towards his and Tess’ bedroom area. Your eyes flicked to Tess, who nodded toward the empty chair. “Please sit down.”

You sigh and take a seat, pulling your chair back from the table to keep your distance from them. Joel rummaged around in his dresser for something. Tess leans her forearms on the table, bringing your attention back to her. “Joel saw you first when you first came to burning shift. Said he was surprised FEDRA would ever let you sign up for it.” Joel was now on his way back to the table, hiding whatever he got up to get behind his back so you couldn’t see it. He ends up sitting back down next to you.

“Shouldn’t have been working in burning shift. Ever.” Joel pipes up.

“It pays good! And it’s not like there’s a whole lot of options, I was just trying to grab what was available.” You defend.

“I saw you a few weeks later at the market.” Tess continues as if you and Joel's continual argument about work didn’t exist. “Joel told me how you showed up on burning shift. I was surprised. After having a discussion we decided we wanted you.” You open your mouth to protest but Tess continues, “You won’t need to work anymore, you’ll be completely taken care of. You’ll stay here with us, for now, you will not leave this apartment and one of us will be here with you at all times. Once you get settled, we’ll start taking you back out again.”

You shake your head… what the actual fuck was she talking about? Her words make your panic flair. ‘You’ll’ not ‘you’d,’ they’ve made this decision without you’re input and you want to think you’re smart enough to change their minds about it. “No thank you.” That is all you can come up with. “I’d rather do the work myself and figure it out myself. I have no interest in relying on anybody.”

Tess smirks at your words, ‘Well… aren’t you a prideful one.” She can’t help but taunt you just a little bit. You’re cute when you’re trying to figure out how to outsmart them. “Let me know when you successfully figure out how to leave.” She sits back in her chair, feeling more than a little smug. She gestures to Joel, who had grabbed the collar and a small padlock to put on it so you couldn’t take it off.

Tess wiggles her fingers at you. “Give me your hands.” You sit back, eyes flicking between the two of them. Tess gestures again. “Come on now, it’ll just be for a moment.” She’s thanking you mentally for putting your hair up in the bathroom, it won’t be in the way when Joel gets the collar on. You shift but don’t move, already testing Tess’ patience. Joel stands and you startle a bit. Tess leans forward and grabs your hands gently, soothing you softly. “You’re safe here. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

You jerk against Tess, trying to pull out of her grip. Her fingers tighten around your hands and you try to stand up again, feeling Joel step up behind you. A large hand lands on your shoulder, keeping you in your chair. “Relax. Nothin’s gonna hurt, I promise.” Joel murmurs quietly.

“What are you doing?” You don’t even bother to hide your panic as you try to escape them. They’re too close, they’re touching you, and you want to scream. “Stop touching me.”

Tess shushes you, shifting to kneel down in front of you, her hands moving up to grip your forearms. “You’re okay. We’ll let go in just a minute. Count to thirty for me.” Tess coaxes you gently into some deep breaths and into counting with her.

Joel’s thumb rubs your shoulder gently, waiting until you are counting with Tess before moving his hand to wrap the collar around your neck. He’s as quick and gentle as he can be, looping the end of it through the buckle and tightening it to the correct size.

As soon as you feel the leather tighten around your throat you yelp and move your hands upward to fight Joel. Fuck counting. Tess keeps your arms in place, she leans forward to put some weight onto your thighs, keeping you pinned in the chair as Joel quickly fastens the collar and hooks the tiny padlock into it, and snaps it shut.

“Easy. Easy, I’m done.” Joel tugs lightly at the padlock and dips two fingers under the collar, making sure it isn’t too tight. Once satisfied with his work, Joel steps back. “I’m done. I’m done.”

Tess squeezes your arms before pulling back with a soft smile. You immediately reach up to claw at the collar. “What the fuck.”

“Easy,” Joel says again, taking his seat and gently prying your fingers from your throat. “It’s just a reminder. You’ll be fine with it on. You won’t even notice it after a few hours.”

You scoff, glaring at him. “Reminder? No. No, take it off.” You’re losing, you realize. They’re not listening to you. You swallow, focusing yourself on your goal. Escape. “I don’t want this. I want to go home now.”

Tess has to admire your stubbornness and your focus on trying to talk them down from this. “You are home, pet.” She replies. Joel’s eyes darken at her words, and his hands twitch around yours.

“Welcome home, pet. We’ve been preparing for you for months.” Joel squeezes your hands.

You shake your head “I don’t want this. I don’t want to do this. I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in whatever this is.” You try to pull away from him but he keeps his grip, fingers strong around yours.

“You’re not leaving. I think you’ve figured that out already. We already told you, we are keeping you. You’re not going to change our minds.” Joel’s voice cut through your head like a knife. You yank away from him, standing up and pacing to the living room and back again.

Joel stands to intercept you but Tess stops him. “She can’t go anywhere. Give her a minute to process.” Joel looks back over to you, but your back is to him, you’re looking out the window. So he sits back down and looks at Tess who shrugs.

You glare at the window. They’re by the wall of the QZ, which makes sense for smugglers you suppose. There are no people outside this close to the edge and their place is too high up to survive jumping. You frown. What the fuck were you gonna do? You turn back to them, you don’t go back to the table, but you do lean against the white shelf on the wall giving them your attention.

“We have one basic rule for you right now.” Tess addresses you. “Just do as you’re told. That’s it.”

Joel glares at you. “Something you haven’t done yet.”

You glare back. “I’m my own person, just because you’ve offered advice to me doesn’t mean I have to take it.”

“It wasn’t advice, I told you to stay away from that kid and you didn’t listen.” Joel growls, clearly pissed you still hang out with Nick.

“Yes.” You nod, “Because why the fuck would I listen to you?” Knowing their plan now, at least now you understand why they hate Nick so much. Tess has been planning on taking you for months now, and yesterday you openly admitted you had a thing for Nick. No wonder she responded weirdly.

“Because,” Tess cuts in smoothly, “you are not you’re own person. You are ours, and if you disobey us, we’ll punish you.”

You pause at that threat, it stops you in your tracks. No. This isn’t a situation you were ever supposed to be in. The whole reason you pushed your group to go to a Quarantine Zone in the first place was to avoid raiders and slavers. You were supposed to be safe here from this exact situation. Fuck, you really owed Nick the nicest home-cooked meal you can make, and a huge ass apology. “What happened to ‘we’re not gonna hurt you?’”

Tess sits back and eyes you with a sharp look. “We have no interest in hurting you. But what is the first thing you start with when bringing home a new pet?” She asks you.

You glare, jaw clenched so tight that in any other circumstance, you’d be worried you’d chip a tooth, but you’re too freaked out and angry and scared to care right now.

“People train pets so they know how their owners want them to behave.” Joel interferes when you refuse to answer Tess. You stare at the ground, letting his words sink in. “We won’t hurt you, but we will discipline you so you learn what to do and what not to do. Just like any other pet.” You nod in acknowledgment and glare at the lock on the door that keeps you from your freedom. They have to go out at some point. It’s only a matter of time before you at least figure out where the key is… likely on one of them.

You watch Joel stand up, he looks at you before once more heading back towards the bedroom area. He disappears behind the wall for a moment before coming back with a giant pink pet bed in his arms. He places it next to the shelf with the radio on it, right underneath a ring thats been drilled into the wall. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they’ll probably leash you there at some point. It makes your body tense and you edge away from Joel.

He turns and spots you backing away from him. He holds his hands up in surrender and steps away from the bed. “We found this for you. We figured you might like it.”

You eye the bed and then Joel. “Are you expecting me to sleep there at night?” The bed seemed comfortable to sit on, like a beanbag chair, but you’d definitely fuck your back up if you had to sleep on it.

Joel looks at you and shakes his head. “No. No. Probably wouldn't be too comfy for an entire night. It’s just a spot for you during the day.” He points to the bookshelf. “We got some books you can read, stuff like that. Just a little place that’s yours while we’re busy with stuff.”

You nod but don’t point out that you already have an entire apartment that’s yours that you can go to while they're busy with stuff. Instead, you eye the couch. That won’t be too comfortable in the long run either.

“You’ll sleep in bed with us at night.” Tess pipes up from behind you. You whip around to look at her.

“What?” Sleep in bed with them? Next to them? You can’t do that.

Tess gets up from the table and walks over to you. You flatten yourself against the wall and she steps in just a hair too close, slowly reaching a hand up to brush her fingertips against your cheek. You pull back but she follows you, keeping the contact. You look towards the window again, and you’re glad she doesn’t force you to look at her. You’re pretty sure if you meet her eyes while she’s this close, you’ll burst into tears.

Joel closes in as well, his hand reaching for the top of your head, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertip, much like one would pet a dog. You swallow against the rising emotions as they gently touch you. “With us,” Tess says, confirming what you’d already heard. “You’ll sleep with us, and we’ll keep you safe and warm.”

You swallow again, blinking rapidly as tears well up in your eyes. There are so many emotions running through you right now and you don’t think you could name a single one. A tear slips free and slides down your cheek only for Tess to swipe it away. If you were so safe with them, why does your heart feel like it’s shattering into a million pieces?

They stay close, murmuring softly to you as you try to come to grips with this new reality. You won’t get out today, or likely the next few days. They’re on high alert and still trying to set some kind of routine. Your best shot is to play along until an opportunity arises. So you nod, accepting Tess’ words for now.

You still don’t look at them but Tess leans forward to press a kiss to your temple and Joel presses his forehead against the hand he has on your head. “Welcome home, pet.” He whispers softly. Crowded between them against the wall, another tear falls.

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A\N: Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know what you guys think!

#tlou #the last of us #joel miller #tess servopoulos #joel miller x reader #tess x reader #tess x joel x reader #dark!joel miller #Dark!Tess #Reader is a hostage in this one.

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Han's far too long "I got covid for the first time and haven't felt the house in 6 days Buddie fic rec list"

This rec list is a combo of fics I read for the first time in the last week & fics I reread because they're wonderful and I needed comfort through my fever.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm 2,894 words || teen

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point: “It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania 3,964 words || Teen

When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. He gets as far as opening his laptop and pulling up a web browser, and then he stalls. His homepage, for years now, has been Wikipedia. He doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to wiki-search “Is my best friend into me.” It’s not like he really does social media, either. Ever since he bailed on dating apps, he’s sort of tried to avoid other people online. He likes people in real spaces so much more. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post. Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

i got all my sisters with me by ipretendtobesane 6,766 words || teen This fic is so fucking soft and sweet. It quickly joined the ranks of my favourite Buddie fics I've ever read.

Soph to Eddie Hate Club: Hey guys! This is Alex, Sophia’s been a little out of it since Nina was born (she’s doing great, just in some pain and y’all know how weirdly woozy she gets on medicine). Combine that with a lack of sleep, and…well Y’all get it. Anyway, Soph and I wanted to host you guys next weekend. Adriana to Eddie Hate Club: YES I’m packing my bags right now Eddie to Eddie Hate Club: Are Buck and Chris invited? Soph to Eddie Hate Club: I will take any excuse to see that man up close and personal “Hey, Buck?” “Hmm.” “What do you say about a trip to Texas?” (or, eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words)

knock on your door, just like before by rowan_wood 7,513 words || teen

“Here,” Buck had said, practically shoving his phone at Eddie once Eddie had said hello to both Buck and Chris and settled into a chair at the dining table, “I wrote down everything so I wouldn’t forget.” Eddie looked curiously at the screen to find Buck’s note app open to a long, long list of messages. There was a grocery list of things he needed at the top, but it soon devolved into any thing or thought that Buck had while Eddie was gone that he, apparently, wanted to tell him. or: whenever Eddie's away, Buck writes him a new note, and Eddie pines.

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts 8,185 words || Teen

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

still by brewrosemilk 9,368 words || teen This fic actually ruined me. I full on sobbed reading it.

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

brick by spqr 10,154 words || explicit

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by sibylsleaves 14,279 words || Teen

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatall 24,478 words || explicit

This fic is so good. Different first meeting, but the same wonderful friendship. Christopher is a national treasure. It's a prefect fic.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?" "Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again." Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?" Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him (OR: the buddie neighbours au no one asked for)

i see you in my sheets (i see you in my sleep) by elless 24,981 words || explicit

Eddie kisses him in the kitchen. Bright morning sunshine spills in the window over the sink, picking out the golden flecks in Eddie’s eyes. He cradles Buck’s jaw with one warm palm, and Buck freezes for a moment, startled, before surging against Eddie. He’s still holding a hot mug of coffee that he barely fumbles onto the counter without dropping or spilling all over his shirt. He rakes his fingers into Eddie’s hair and reels him in closer, Eddie’s firm thigh slotted between his. “Eddie,” he pants as Eddie scrapes his teeth down his throat and sucks on the spot over his racing pulse. Eddie hums as he rucks Buck’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. OR Buck and Eddie are FWB, act like boyfriends, and are suuuuper dumb and oblivious about everything.

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon 29,220 words || teen

It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. - Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope 34,035 words || mature

Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor 38,753 words || explicit THIS FIC!!! Accidentally married in vegas??? SIGN ME UP

He doesn’t remember much from last night, even less after the fourth or fifth tequila shot. So he certainly doesn’t remember bringing someone back to his room. He steels himself for the lancing pain and cracks his eyes open. Oh. Oh no. This is either really bad or… Well, not really good, but just. Not really bad, and that’s probably all Buck can ask for it to be. Because Eddie is in his bed, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around his waist, Eddie’s legs are tangled with his. And he has no idea why.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts 54,477 words || explicit This is the best post lightening strike long form fic I've read. It doesn't gloss over Buck dying/feeling different and instead shows Eddie (and Chris) helping Buck embrace his feelings and grow together. 15/10

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

a body, a knife, hold steady by bvckandeddie (zukkababey) 67,425 words || mature I'm a slut for a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and this one is one of the best I've read.

Bogotá wasn’t Buck’s first international mission—Peru held that title—but it changed just about everything. Because Bogotá was where he met Eddie. Or, Buck and Eddie meet, fall in love, build a life together, and discover they're rival assassins—exactly in that order.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane 97,200 words || explicit

Buck and Eddie are straight best friends who start having no strings attached sex. Eddie has a hard time having sex with someone he doesn't trust, and Buck's tired of hookups after being with Abby. Besides, they're both comfortable with their sexuality, and there's nothing wrong with giving your friend a hand. What's surprising is how long it took them to fall into bed together, really. What's entirely unsurprising is how quickly strings start getting attached. or; the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

#buddie #buddie rec list #buddie fic rec #buddie 911 #911

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buzzthetower · 2 years

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The guardian angel joke is not new to Mav. In fact it’s about the second time he’s being chewed out by another commanding officer from behind the relative safety of their desk, that he hears it. And sure he knows, knows that Ice has maybe pulled some strings for him the last time he landed his ass in hot water but that was followed by a slightly terse phone call that ended in ‘Don’t do it again, Mitchell.’ and a long-suffering sigh. So for this to be the second time someone interrupts their tirade on questionable flight maneuvers to mention that he must really be far up Tom Kazansky’s ass for him to get away with this? Yeah, he takes notice. And furthermore, for the guardian angel in question to want Maverick back on the same detail he had assumed he was getting thrown off of? The name starts to stick.

Only because he’s not completely ungrateful and slightly desperate to prove to Ice that he can be responsible when he tries, does he not gleefully pick up the phone to crow about this new nickname that's been thrown around. He is grateful of course, and there's always time for that later.

After that, there are only a few more scattered incidents involving flight patterns, control towers, and one near-death experience during a test flight that requires Ice to intervene. And just about every time he’s staring down the barrel of some other pissed-off commander? They rip him a new one and then wave their hands around muttering about his guardian angel and throwing him out of their respective offices. It's not a pattern he enjoys per se, but there is some smug satisfaction to knowing Ice is perched on his shoulder.

They don’t talk about it, because it feels a little delicate to bring up in between the hows the weather, and the, it’s not bad, how’s it over there for you? Oh, I forgot to mention, thanks again for bailing me out, want me to send a gift basket? It's easier to ignore it for the most part.

That is until he finds himself at an evening dinner with so much of the top brass in one room he's starting to wonder why he’s here does he ever acknowledge it. Ice is talking to someone, hands wrapped around a flute of champagne flashing a blinding smile that seems to disarm anyone he finds himself across from. He sees Maverick and his smile changes, not really diminishing but selfishly Maverick likes to think it makes it up to his eyes when they start talking.

It's always so easy now to do it, to talk and tease like they always have on some level. Until Ice is holding an empty glass and Maverick in a moment of letting whatever the fuck his mind is saying come out his mouth says, "Can I get my angel another drink?"

It's only by the miracle of well made glass that Ice’s current drink doesn't shatter in his grip because Maverick sees his knuckles go white around it and his mouth flop open mid sentence. For a second Maverick is worried that he’s overstepped an invisible line, until he notices that the tips of Ice’s ears have gone very red and there’s a matching shade that’s made it down to his cheeks.

“I can get it myself,” Ice says and wheels around so fast he almost runs into the person standing behind him. Yeah, Maverick could get used to calling him that.

#don’t tell me mav isn’t soft for ice but in the most shithead way possible #the entire og movie is them trying to get each other flustered okay some things never change #mav calling ice angel is a NEED #top gun 1986 #top gun #icemav #iceman x maverick #ice #iceman #mav #maverick #they are not beating the allegations #izzy writes #tom kazansky #pete mitchell

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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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Leo x Jumpy!Feline Yokai!Reader

Warnings: Leo having more rizz than anyone on the god damn planet

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I KNOW I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT.

Imagine.

Ivy covered walls, the fresh smell of coffee, the constant, sluggish faces of regulars and newcomers alike, the clear windows and fresh air coming in— well, as fresh as you could get in the hidden city.

This, was peace, only interrupted by the occasional jingle of a bell, gently letting you know that a new customer had walked in. This was what you loved about life, being able to sit back and just enjoy your own company without feeling lonely. When you could forget all that made you anxious.

As a feline, you always had a certain jumpiness about you. Call it instinct.. call it trauma.. whatever it was, it seemed even the slightest sounds could set you off— like someone pushing on the pull door or sneaking up behind you. You weren’t exactly quick to trust, being how much you were put down and infantilized, but here, nobody could tell how much noise got to you. Here, there was peace, calm, relaxation. And nothing could take that away. Or… so you thought.

BAM!!

Jumping 5 feet into the air, you felt hot liquid seep into your apron, passing the uniform you were wearing and burning into your fur. You hissed in pain— holding for dear life to the kettle in your hand as you slammed it on the counter. Commotion? At this hour? Did they have any idea what time it was!? You were used to the occasional angry customer, but usually your coworkers handled it! Now there was coffee all over you, and the sound of arguing echoing in your ears. It was hard not to glare at the customers that had walked in— four, or — three?? You couldn’t tell what they were arguing about, it was hard to tell with the anger bubbling in your veins. They nearly gave you a heart attack!!! And they were still yelling!?

Trying to keep your composure, you smoothed down your ears and hair, and all but threw your apron off of you. This was your first time working a shift all by yourself, you were not about to blow your top!

“Ahem-!” You cleared your throat, staring down the intruders as they all turned to you. Now that your vision wasn’t as bleary, you could see the culprits a little clearer. An odd bunch they were, all clad in bandanas of different colors. Red, blue, orange, and purple, respectively. They all seemed to match in different ways, and the thought suddenly occurred to you that you may have just ‘ahem’ed at a biker gang.

“I’m not bailing you guys outta this one.” The smallest stated, folding his arms and looking away from the others.

“Ah- “ The largest - with a red bandana - chirped, shifting under your gaze, “I- haha- I’m so sorry Mx, my brother surely didn’t MEAN to KICK your door open.” He chuckled nervously, then turned to death glare at his brother in blue - who you assumed to be the culprit. “Looks like you have been caught Blue-handed my fine glass breaker.” Purple laughed, leaning into his staff… was he always carrying that?? Was it a weapon of some kind?? Nevermind— unimportant.

‘Blue’ rolled his eyes at their comments, but seemed to relent. “okay fine, I kicked it a little harder than I thought.” He turned away, folding his arms.

As you looked closer, they all had weapons. Tonfas, some sort of mace, swords… the works! And they looked pretty beat up too — possibly from mugging someone in an alleyway… you felt sweat bead on your brow, but you shook your untrusting thoughts away, motioning to the four seats at your bar. “Where uh—“ the largest went to spoke again, but you motioned to the menu on the wall, knowing what his question was. “Not much of a talker, huh?” Blue chided snarkily, a smirk replacing the embarrassment he had earlier.

“I wouldn’t wanna talk to someone who had busted down MY door either!!” Red scolded, and it hit you that he was probably the one yelling earlier. “Seriously, there’s a time and place for your flashy nonsense.” He huffed, folding his arms. “Hey, I was the one who suggested the cafe in the first place!” Blue combatted, hands out in exasperation, “We’re all tired from hustling Baron, so how about you take a chill pill, huh?” The smile he put on only made your blood boil hotter, your ear twitching as you decided to tune out the two’s argument.

Sidling over to where the other two had sat down, Purple and orange both looked like they were also trying to ignore their bickering brothers. You held up your notepad, giving the two a soft smile, “what can I get for you?”

The smaller one jumped in his seat with excitement, ordering a grilled cheese with a peppermint mocha. His companion in violet spoke with elaborate words that were hard to understand , but you made out that he wanted a tall coffee, dark, with one sugar. “Right away, mr…?” You quirked a brow, and Purple seemed to jump at the opportunity, “Donatello, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He beamed proudly at his introduction, forgetting to offer his hand.

“And I’m Mikey!” the shorter one said, a bright smile still on his face as he shook your hand.

You returned the smile, “a pleasure.”

Making your way to the other side of the bar, you noticed the other brothers had ceased their quarrel, bringing relief to your system.. as well as an idea.

No.. no it was too petty… or.. was it..?

Holding up your notebook, your eyes shifted on Red, wordlessly demanding his order first. The turtle seemed to stumble, glancing at the menu several times and swallowing his anxiety. To a degree you could empathize with him, but you had to let this play out.

“I’ll get uh.. Um er a.. “ he fiddled with the ends of his bandana, feeling the stare of his unimpressed brother in blue - who, surprisingly, didn’t interrupt.

“A tall cinnamon apple coffee please, and a — a lemon square.” He gave a weak chuckle, and sighed with relief.

As Blue opened his mouth to order, you promptly turned on your heel, already at your station setting up the coffee machine. You heard sounds of shock and snorts from behind you, but had to hold in your own chuckles. “Uh… hellloooo..?” Blue called, “I didn’t .. order..?” At his attempt to get your attention, you could hear his brothers start to snicker more, along with a few ‘shut up!’s and ‘cut it out!’s.

With a satisfied smirk on your face, you set the food of the others down near them, and then turned to leave. “Wah— hey!!” Blue called, and this time, you stopped in the doorway. “Hmm??” You glanced over your shoulder, making sure you seemed unsuspecting. “What’s with the cold shoulder?” He half laughed, “are you just not gonna take my order?”

This time you couldn’t help the chuckle that left you, “oh, I’m so sorry, sir.” You lifted a hand, miming cleaning out your ear, “I guess I’m a little hard of hearing to people who slam my door open.” You mirrored the smirk he had given you earlier, purring quietly at your victory.

His brothers all but exploded. Laughter, teasing, you name it — blue was in for it now. Giving a strangled smile, he made a sort of ‘guiii..’ noise, avoiding your eyes. Truth be told, he had seen you jump when the door opened. Sure, he felt bad about it!! But admit that in front of his brothers?? You were basically giving him the death penalty!! “Look, uh, “ he tried his best to play it off, “I think we got off on the wrong foot..”

“You mean kick?” You slipped in immediately, quirking a brow.

Blue stared at you for a second, before his eyes widened, a smile spreading on his face before an unmistakable “pFF—“ left his mouth, riling up to actual laughter. He was laughing!? At your joke!? Your half-assed joke that was supposed to make him uncomfortable!??

“Where’d you get wit like that?” He leaned forward in his chair, oblivious to the way his brothers rolled their eyes, no longer interested. (Other than Mikey, who would occasionally glance at you two.)

Unfortunately for you, his eyes sparkled intently, waiting for your answer with a joy in his eyes that you couldn’t place. “Uh..” your ears twitched, hearing a sound that was similar to a purr, and yet entirely different- and from him? Could turtles purr? Were you hallucinating? At the twitch of your tail, you flicked those curiosities away, keen on giving him a quick response. “Why? Did yours run dry?”

“Me? Dry?” He laughed deeply, “You don’t know how wrong you are..” he shook his head knowingly, outstretching a hand, “Leo. Leonardo.” He grinned, and, as you took his hand, he pulled you in close, “and I’ll have an iced caramel macchiato.” He clicked his tongue and winked, his smile wide as if he knew he’d won. “ Shouldn’t be hard for someone like you, Y/N.”

Heat rose in your chest as he let you go, feeling your hair stand on end. It wasn’t unnatural for someone to read from your nametag, but hearing it like that somehow gave you chills, and you couldnt even begin to wonder why. You coughed, seeing Mikey’s shocked face in your peripheral, “Iced, huh?” You regained composure, turning back to Leonardo as if you had never gotten flustered, “isn’t it a little cold outside?“ you went back to make his coffee, trying to ignore the way your head had spun at his touch.

“You know where it’s also cold?” Leo sighed, leaning back in his chair, “Run of the mill, 8:00 pm tomorrow evening.” The sound of the coffee machine nearly covered his chuckle, “I hear it’s supposed to be frigid~”

He did not.

“Really?” The sound of the coffee machine simmered down, allowing you to set up the drink with ease. Setting it in front of him, you gave him a small smile.

“Guess I’ll have to check it out.”

#ROTTMNT #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #ROTTMNT x reader #Leonardo x reader #Leo x reader #ROTTMNT Leo #ROTTMNT Leonardo #tmnt Leo #regrettable writing

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Auntie Bee's Magical Elixir Is A Bad Time And Alastor Might Never Recover

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Everyone's favorite wine aunt gifted Charlie a funky bottle of experimental Beelzejuice. Charlie, being a trusting marshmallow, dispensed the experimental juice to her nearest and dearest as a 'fun bonding experience'. Turns out it hits some harder than others. And sometimes you just need to facetime a friend to get through things.

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Ao3: Here

“Whoahoo, holy shit. Keep it together, Chuckles.”

Charlie caught a glimpse of Alastor’s face before he nearly faceplanted onto the floor in front of him, caught only by Angel’s fingers hooking the back of his shirt. Her eyes twitched to his empty glass, then her empty glass, followed by every other empty glass in the room. Nobody was sober, sure, but until five minutes ago she would have called all of them pretty reasonably loaded for eleven on a Thursday.

“What the fuck hit him?” Husk slurred from the opposite couch where he had been curled up with a few pillows, ready to watch whatever movie they all settled on. “Even the new guy’s not wasted yet. What the fuck.”

“Yes I am!” Pentious, who Charlie thought looked a little trashed, argued vehemently from the floor beside the semiconscious lump who used to be Alastor. “I’m, as you might say, drunk!”

“Yeah, well, you ain’t facedown on the carpet, shithead.” Husk barked irritably before shooting Charlie a look. “The fuck’s up with this stuff, kid?” He shook the glimmering gold bottle of liquor. There wasn’t much left, since Auntie Bee had been pretty clear about everybody only needing one drink, and the bottle was pretty small to begin with.

Charlie blustered. “Nothing! I don’t know!” She yelped, waving her hands before pulling out her cell, flicking rapidly through her contacts. “Auntie Bee said there was something fun about it, but she—”

“What, your aunt roofied Alastor?!” Angel yelled with a laugh. Alastor laughed along, now upright but with an expression that was gloriously unfocused.

“No! Yes! Maybe, I don’t know! She’s got a weird sense of humor!” Charlie yelled before shushing the room with one hand. “Hiiii Auntie Beeee~” She chorused, sounding probably a little more drunk than she wanted to admit. “I love youuu and I love your present~ I just have one quick little… itty bitty tiny question! About it! About the juice! Drink! Liquor!”

“Ugh, stop, you’re my favorite baby niece!” Beelzebub’s voice was as perky as ever, and maybe a little slurred herself. “Even though you could be partying with your favorite aunt. I can’t believe you bailed on my big club launch!”

“Aunt Bee, is there anything… weird about the stuff you gave me?” Charlie asked awkwardly. “Just… you said it had something fun.”

“Oh honey, if you haven’t noticed yet, y’all are doing something wrong~!” Aunt Bee cackled into the phone. “Sooo, it’s a fun li’l thing I’ve been working on. One drink gets you where you wanna be for the whoooole night.” She explained eagerly.

“Nobody else is on the floor, and we all had the same amount!”

“Ugh, I know. Different people have different reactions. Sooo lame, I know, we’re working on it. But, I mean, it’s always a surprise! It might be like a beer, it might be like a shot, it might be something really fun, it might—”

“Okay, I’m just gonna go! Okay? Okay! Love you bye!” Call ended, Charlie dragged her hands through her hair. “Okay… so, on the bright side, you’re totally fine!” She cheered, clapping while Alastor stared at her with disbelief tinged with wonder. “No harm done! Just needs to run its course!”

“I…” He slurred something unintelligible, then very slowly and deliberately reached up and wiped his mouth. “This is not what I expected.” His eyes narrowed like the room was suddenly very bright. “What… the fuck…” He caught hold of Pentious before he fell over, having started listing to the side as soon as he covered his eyes.

“Ladies and gents, he’s left the atmosphere.” Angel quipped with amusement, dropping onto the floor to sit next to Alastor, who was cross-legged and starry-eyed, looking down at his hands like they held the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. “You owe me twenty bucks.” He pointed at Husk around Alastor’s back. “I told you I’d get ‘em white-girl wasted.”

“Hell no! That was for regular-ass drinks, not this gluttony bullshit!” Husk yelled back, flipping him off. “Man’s not even drunk! He’s high as a goddamn kite is what he is!” He added loudly, gesturing at Alastor, who was currently in the process of trying to determine if the universe even existed.

“Guys!” Vaggie snapped. “Come on.” She slouched further into a couch cushion, nursing her own drink. “Al, you okay?”

He managed to wave his hand sloppily as he leaned forward and swiped Charlie’s cell off the table onto his lap. “Everything’s just fine.” He rubbed one of his eyes, then flapped a hand again. Jazz started to play at wavering volumes, seeming to gradually become louder, then quieter, then louder.

“Okay… well, this is nice! This is fun!” Charlie breathed a hard sigh of relief and sat down again, nudging Vaggie with her elbow. “I reeeally thought that was gonna go south.” She whispered under her breath, shooting her a nervous smile.

“Who the fuck—!” Her head shot up and immediately Charlie honed in on her phone. In Alastor’s extraordinarily drunk hands. With a lot of creative swearing coming out of it.

“Hiiii~” To the horror of everyone in the room, Alastor waved at Vox, who simply gaped from the phone’s screen.

“You’re loaded. What the fuck?”

“I am indeed! I had… I don’t know. Beelzebub.” Charlie cringed.

“You're shitting me?” Vox cackled. "You just drank some shit that came straight from a Sin?"

“Ye.” Vaggie snorted next to Charlie on the couch, and she couldn’t help but notice the rest of the room had gone silent as they all blatantly eavesdropped.

From where she sat, Charlie could see Vox rubbing his face and looking only mildly irritated at worst. “Well, bear with me ‘cause I’ve got catching up to do.” He took a swig of something, then Charlie realized Vox could see her just as clearly as she could see him. “Oh my God, that’s the saddest looking party I’ve ever seen. You should honestly kill yourself.”

“What the fuck? Nobody even invited you, dickbag!” Vaggie exclaimed while Alastor merely laughed and turned until Charlie couldn’t see the screen anymore, which didn’t stop any of them from hearing “I didn’t want to be invited, bitch!”

Which, Charlie had to admit, was kind of valid.

“Minnesota.” Alastor said suddenly, looking deeply invested in whatever answer Vox was supposed to come up with for that.

“Nope. Hawaii.”

“1932. Beautiful place, but I wouldn’t live there.” Alastor slurred thoughtfully, ignoring the rest of the room altogether as he set about cleaning his nails with his sleeve. “Plus, it was a nuisance to get there.”

“Cry all you want, planes are where it’s at.” Vox already sounded a little buzzed, which was kind of impressive. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

“Oh I know. Give me a moment.” Alastor shot back, too slurred to really give a definitive tone. “Kentucky.”

“1957. Some shithole town. Real Nowheresville.”

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a look, then Husk cut in from the couch beside theirs. “You don’t wanna know, kid. Trust me.” He rolled his eyes.

“Why— Oookay, not asking.” Charlie raised her hands innocently when Vaggie rounded on her with a look that meant she should probably listen for once. “Jesus Christ, Alastor.” Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose.

To her surprise, Vox echoed Vaggie's sentiment verbatim to something Alastor was talking about. When Charlie glanced over, Angel looked like he had heard something he hadn’t quite gotten around to emotionally processing, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.

“Dramatic. Where are you?” Alastor squinted at the screen.

“Somewhere called none of your fucking business. Where the fuck are you?”

“The hotel. I said that.”

“Good for fucking you! Annoying prick.”

Charlie clapped her hands. “Ookay, does anyone else wanna play…” She looked at Vaggie urgently.

“I got games in my room!” Angel Dust raised his hand eagerly, dodging a mock swipe from Husk. “Ayy, I’m serious! I got Mario Kart!”

Charlie glanced around and blinked. “I mean… can we all fit in your room?”

“You know I can make anything fit, baby~“ Angel cackled as he led the procession out of the rec room, guiding Alastor by the shoulders, seeing as he kept tilting drastically to the left or right. Vox was still swearing a lot, though it seemed to be mainly directed at Husk, who was nodding sympathetically. Niffty was on Pentious’s head, keeping him upright through brute force while Vaggie tried to corral him in the right direction.

It was chaotic, but Charlie couldn’t help feeling a little empowered by it. After all, there was no way, despite everything, a night like this didn’t push everybody just a little closer to redemption.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfiction #Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction #Hazbin Vox #radio static #if you squint #sort of #helluva boss beelzebub

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Chapter 7 - The Ghosts of Babylon

Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

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It’s the 21st anniversary of the day the world ended, and you decide to take your evening break at the Tipsy Bison, nursing a mug of hot coffee at the bar. The mood in the place is quiet, but not exactly somber. The place is dotted with people like you; one has already offered to buy you a drink. You’re not sure how that’s supposed to work in a trade economy, but you decline regardless. He’s not your type.

The pretty brunette at the other end of the bar, however…

There’s a trio of young people, barely old enough to drink, laughing and talking amongst themselves at a table in the corner like it’s any other Friday night in September. It occurs to you that they’re not old enough to have known any other life.

You’re feeling very old when a gruff voice materializes behind you. “What’s up, doc?”

“Never heard that one before,” you say dryly as Joel takes a seat on the stool next to yours. He flags down the bartender and orders a double bourbon, neat.

You raise your eyebrows. “Thought you didn’t drink.”

“I don’t,” he says easily. He nods at the bartender when the drink is set down, then picks it up and takes a slow, nursing sip.

“Long day?”

“The longest,” he murmurs, then nods at your mug. “You?”

“Just coffee,” you say. “I’m on call. Sometimes it’s nice to get out, stretch my legs. Where’s Ellie?”

“Uh, she’s with friends. Same pack of kids. They all run together, I guess.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen them around. They seem alright.”

He scoffs lightly, side-eyes you. “Spoken like someone who’s never had a teenager.”

“Got me there.”

He nods and sips his drink. You sit together in unfamiliar but amiable silence.

“So, no kids,” he says, tilting his head in a question. “Boyfriend? Husband?”

“None of the above,” you say, smirking a little, glancing at the pretty brunette. She meets your eyes, holds your gaze for a touch longer than necessary and smiles. “No family. I was an only child, my parents were killed when they bombed New York.”

Your voice is flat; you’ve recited this fact about yourself so many times. For his part, Joel doesn’t feign shock or tell you how sorry he is. What would be the point? The world is full of loss; yours is just one in a long line.

You take another drink before turning the question back on him. “And you? Boyfriend? Husband? Family?”

He shoots you a sideways glance. “Just my brother, Tommy. Got his ass arrested the night everything went to shit, so I had to take the truck into town and bail him out. Made sense to just keep drivin’,” he says, staring into the bottom of his glass like he could see his future in the amber liquid.

“There’s a funny kind of luck in that.”

Joel grunts but doesn’t continue, and you leave him to his drink.

Nature calls. You ease yourself off the barstool and make your way to the restroom around the corner. The fluorescent light flickers as you do your business, wash your hands, and for a moment you’re almost dizzy with the sense of déjà vu; the world ended twenty-one years ago, but there are still podunk bars in small towns with grimy, badly lit restrooms.

You open the door and find a man standing in the frame, looking pointedly at you. You try to bypass him, but he puts his hand on the doorframe, leaning in, blocking your exit. You recognize him as the one who tried to buy you a drink, and your stomach tightens. He has a look in his eyes that you know too well.

“Hey, baby–how ‘bout that drink?”

“Not happening,” you say flatly. “Move.”

He grabs your arm, not tight, but enough to send a message, crowding you back into the tiny restroom. “C’mon, don’t be like that. We could have a little fun.”

His other hand comes up to stroke your jawline. You snatch the last two fingers away and twist them backward just enough to hurt.

“What the fuck bitch–”

His palm makes contact with your cheek; the slap rings in your ears and makes your eyes water.

Should have saw that coming. You’re going soft.

Without thinking, you drive your pointed fingers directly into his windpipe with all the force you can muster. He collapses backward against the stall door, falling inward, clutching his throat.

“Bitch,” he wheezes, but his eyes roll in his head, and when you move toward him, he scrabbles frantically away.

Another shadow in the doorway, and you tense, rounding on them, ready to defend yourself again. It takes a moment to register that it’s Joel, watching you with something like awe.

“He’ll be fine,” you say, trying to slow your breath, shaking out your hand. It hurts more than your cheek; you broke a nail. “Just needs to sleep it off.”

Suddenly the walkie on your belt scratches out a message, summoning you to the clinic.

“Shit. Guess that’s my last call.”

“I’ll walk you back,” Joel says quickly, still looking uneasily at the guy on the floor.

You scoff. “I don’t need your protection, Miller.”

You’re not expecting him to reach out and take you by the chin, delicately tipping your face to the side, examining the blooming red mark on your cheek.

“I can see that,” he says. “But I’m headin’ that way.”

You sigh, gently ducking away from his touch, brushing off your slacks. “Fine. Let’s go.”

You wait at the door while Joel talks to the bartender, probably figuring out how to get the asshole out of the bathroom.

“Sheriff’ll take care of him,” Joel says, pushing open the door and standing aside to let you go first.

“What happens then?”

“Not his first offense. He’ll prob’ly get put out.”

You whistle softly. “They don’t fuck around, huh?”

Joel shakes his head, but he’s gone back to being quiet, broody. You walk down Main Street, your gaze drawn upward. The sky is clear and inky black, dotted with pinpricks of light.

“They never turned off the damn lights in the QZ,” you say offhandedly. “You couldn't see the stars.”

He follows your gaze. “I remember.”

You look over at him, questioning.

“Was in Boston for a while,” he says, catching your eye. “Total shithole.”

You turn your face back to the stars, hoping the current of shock snaking through you doesn’t show.

Boston.

“So…what brought you all the way out here?”

“Came lookin’ for Tommy. He ran off and married Maria, we lost touch…I thought maybe…” he trails off, but you get the picture.

“And you decided to stay?”

He shrugs, looking around at the main street. “Seemed safe. Safer than anything we’d seen in…well, ever.”

“And Ellie? She was with you?”

“She…tagged along,” he nods. “What about, uh, you?”

“Me?”

“What brought you to Jackson?”

“Oh, I…was at the QZ near Omaha for a while. But things went bad,” you say. “I decided I’d be better off taking my chances elsewhere.”

“Alone?”

You nod. “I managed.”

“Yeah, I bet,” he says, tossing a knowing look over his shoulder toward the bar.

“Jackson is…so different from Omaha,” you say, suddenly eager to deflect his attention.

You don’t tell him that it’s safer than any of the other communities you’ve infiltrated. You don’t tell him that you’ve gained weight because you’re fed. You work hard, you go to sleep in a soft bed with a full stomach…and you’re needed. The thought sends a thrill of belonging through you, and with it, an unfamiliar pang of guilt that you quash down immediately.

“You miss it? The QZ?” he asks as if reading your mind.

You bark a laugh, thinking of your rotting apartment back in Boston that you so rarely see. How can you be homesick when you don’t have a home? “Hardly. No, you want to know what I miss?”

He tips his head, waiting for your answer.

“Mango smoothies…the kind I used to get from the cafeteria when I worked at the hospital. I miss real fruit that doesn’t come from a can. I miss bananas. God, anything that isn’t a mealy, tasteless apple,” you sigh.

This elicits an honest-to-god chuckle, surprising you, the sound so unfamiliar from his lips.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’,” he says, but he’s smirking. The expression lights up his face, softens him. Maybe it’s the booze. “Fruit, huh?”

“Fruit,” you repeat, feeling vaguely defensive. “It’s the little things, I guess.”

“I s’pose,” he says.

The walkie crackles at your belt, calling your name; you realize you’re standing outside the clinic.

“Guess I’d better get back to it. Thanks for the walk, Miller.”

“G’night,” Joel nods, lingering just a touch longer than necessary before he ducks his head and walks off toward home.

~*~

The pretty brunette from the bar shows up at the clinic a few days later to invite you out for coffee. Her name is Theresa, and she’s one of Jackson’s regular patrollers. She’s younger, fifteen years your junior, but those things don’t seem to matter the way they used to. She’s good in bed and a perfect mark for gathering intel.

It helps that she likes to talk. After a few dates and a few drinks, you’re intimately familiar with the Jackson patrol routes and outpost locations. When you’re not working, she takes you to bed and uses her busy tongue to lick you senseless.

You have to admit, it’s nice to be with someone who knows where your clitoris is, for a change.

You’re lying together in a post-orgasm haze, legs tangled together, when she asks you the question.

“So…what’s the deal with you and Joel?”

You pull back, trying to shake off the lull of oxytocin burbling happily through your system. “Wait, what?”

“It’s a small town, babe. Heard he spent a bunch of time over here. Thought maybe you…y’know.”

“There’s no deal. I needed some work done on the house, he did me a favor.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” She rolls onto her belly, raising an eyebrow. “Some ‘work on the house’?”

“His daughter was sick, I treated her, he wanted to pay me back.”

Theresa clucks her tongue thoughtfully. “Joel Miller doesn’t do ‘favors’. I can’t even get him to cover a patrol shift when I’m on day three of the Red Death and the only thing keeping me upright is a double-dose of twenty-year-old Midol.”

You snort. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

“So what’d you do? Fuck him?” she giggles, and you wait for just a beat too long to answer. Her sweet pink lips drop open in mock scandal.

“Whoa…you slut ,” she says appraisingly.

You roll your eyes, suddenly annoyed with this conversation. “Jealous?”

“Are you kidding? I swore off dick when I was fifteen.”

She seems to grow serious, one finger gently drawing a path from your temple to your jaw. “I’d just…be careful with that one. He’s got a reputation.”

“Mm, I’ve heard as much.”

“No, not like that. I mean…he’s…lethal,” she looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Her finger brushes your lips, gently pulling down, and you swipe at it with your tongue, sucking the slender digit into your wet mouth as her pupils blow wide. “Dangerous.”

You think of him drawing the gun, the cold, hard look in his eyes. “I like danger.”

She rolls you onto your back, straddles you, curves over your body like a comma, slick center dragging hot and heavy against your belly. Her tongue is in your mouth, and your fingers are threaded in her hair, and soon Joel is the furthest thing from both of your minds.

~*~

“I suppose you could do worse.”

“Hmm?”

“Joel.”

“Back on this again,” you mutter, sitting up, picking up your clothes piece by piece. “There’s nothing there, Thea.”

“I mean, I guess he’s hot…for a guy,” she teases, wrinkling her nose.

You shoot her a look. “I’m going to take a bath. Wanna join me? Or should we keep talking about the asshole?”

Thankfully she opts for the bath.

~*~

It’s October, and on a rare day when she isn’t patrolling and you’re not at the clinic, Theresa drags you to the annual Jackson Harvest dance. It’s the highlight of a weekend festival to cap off the harvest season, with games for the kids, a pie bake-off, and an old-fashioned cider press; all the comforts of a fall day in a world that no longer exists except in this secluded little bubble in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming.

Tables and benches are pushed to the side of the cafeteria to make space for a dance floor, lights are strung up along the beams, and someone has cobbled together a sound system and a box full of old vinyl, cassettes, and CDs. They’re playing 80’s music when you enter, something you used to know by heart, probably sang at the top of your lungs into a hairbrush when you were a kid, but haven’t heard in a very long time.

Theresa immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you into the middle of the room, but it’s claustrophobic in the crush of people and you excuse yourself.

You make for the edge of the cafeteria, thinking you’re going to need alcohol to get through this. It feels like high school all over again–draped against the wall, waiting for the girl you liked to ask you to dance, knowing she wouldn’t dare–except this time you’re solidly in middle age and watching your girlfriend grind on a twenty-something in skinny jeans.

You’re starting to think this relationship is reaching its inevitable conclusion when you spot a familiar face near the concessions. Ellie is standing with a cluster of teens, all of whom look furtive and overly casual like they’re trying hard not to be noticed. You suspect they’re hoping the adults will look away long enough for them to sneak a beer or three.

You make your way over to the table and sure enough, your presence causes them to scatter, Ellie included. You half smile and grab a bottle of homemade hard cider to sip at while you study the room.

There’s no sign of Joel, but you spot Tommy and Maria talking to another couple. This must be a date night. Theresa is still dancing, and her eyes light up when she sees you. You give her a little wave but take a seat, content to watch from the sidelines.

Eventually, she finds you nursing your cider on the bench.

“Hey,” she says, plopping down next to you, grabbing the bottle from your hands and taking a long drink. “Didn’t take you for a wallflower, babe.”

“It’s…a lot,” you say truthfully. The crowd, the sounds, the lights; you feel the start of a headache gathering behind your eyes.

The music changes, something slower–Radiohead, you think. Theresa leans into you. Her breath is sweet-sour from the cider. “Come dance with me.”

“I’m not–”

“C’mon, it’s a good one,” she says with a pout. “Besides, I saw you watching me.”

“Fine,” you say, grabbing the cider back and downing the remains in two big gulps. “But you’re going to regret it when I step on your feet.”

She pulls you onto the floor and into her arms, looping them around your waist, swaying with the music.

I've given all I can,

It's not enough…

“Not so bad, huh?” she leans in to purr into your ear, and you grudgingly admit to yourself that it feels nice; the softness of her body against yours, the warmth. You relax into her and let her head rest lightly on your shoulder. Her curls are sweet and musky with lavender oil, her fingers hot against the skin where your t-shirt rides up at your waist.

For a minute there,

I lost myself, I lost myself…

Slowly you become aware of Ellie, standing across the room…watching you. You make eye contact and she immediately looks away, turning, and then she’s lost to the crowd as Theresa leans back and grins at you.

“You haven’t stepped on my feet yet.”

“The night is young,” you quip.

The song fades out and now they’re playing some teenybopper boy-band hit you remember from the 90’s, the kind of thing you’d never have listened to before. Now, though, you let your body move to the music, letting yourself feel it, and Theresa laughs approvingly.

For a few minutes, you don’t feel the subtle ache in your hips or the pressure on your aging lower back. You throw your hands up, rock your head from side to side. You’re twenty-three and in med school and they’re playing your favorite song and you’re out at the club trying to blow off steam, trying to forget that someday you’ll hold a person’s life in your hands. All your failures lie ahead, and you’re safe in the embrace of youth.

You look up and meet her eyes.

Joanna.

Your breath catches, your skin breaks out in a sweat that has nothing to do with exertion. The little cafeteria is stifling, bodies on all sides, and the floor is spinning under your feet. You lurch, leaning into Theresa, who mistakes your distress for love, pulling you closer.

“Gonna grab some air,” you gasp, breaking away before she can answer.

You burst into the cold night, relishing the way the air prickles your overheated skin. Hands shaking, you reach into your pocket and pull out a single cigarette and a lighter; you haven’t had a drag in weeks. You flick the lighter until it catches, already anticipating the balm of the smoke filling your lungs.

“Whatcha doin’?”

You jump at the voice, the unlit cigarette flying from your fingers and landing somewhere in the grass. You turn to see Ellie sitting on the porch railing, swinging her feet. You stash the lighter; the cig is a lost cause.

“Fuck,” you whisper, then turn to her. “It’s…warm in there. Needed to breathe.”

She quirks her lips, eyeing the bulge of the lighter in your pocket. “Right.”

“Does your dad know you’re here?” you mutter, wondering if you’ll be able to find the cigarette in the grass.

“He’s with the baby. Tommy said he’d keep an eye on me,” she says.

You’re pretty sure Tommy is three sheets to the wind right now. You imagine Joel would be pissed if he knew, and Ellie knows it because now she’s looking at you with trepidation.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you say. “Where’d your friends go?”

Ellie shrugs, but her eyes go dark, focused on a spot over your shoulder. You turn and see a couple standing in the dark alley across the street. He’s leaning into her, and you can hear a faint giggle over the din of music coming from the cafeteria.

“Ohhh,” you say, beginning to put it together. “That’s…Jesse, right?”

She shoots you a look of contempt, absently picking at her lip, chewing the skin. “Dina…and Jesse.”

Oh. Dina.

“I shouldn’t have assumed,” you say carefully, leaning against the wall. “I used to hate it when people did that.”

She considers this, then leans forward, curious. “So…she your girlfriend or somethin’?”

No, but she’s convenient.

“Who, Theresa?” you say, trying to keep your voice light.

Ellie rolls her eyes. “No, Delores the lunch lady.”

You press your lips together, barely holding back a smile. You like this kid and her smart mouth, despite yourself. “Yeah…I guess you could say she’s my girlfriend.”

She looks like she’s chewing on this, so you add, “Never seen that before?”

“I knew girls who…y’know…when I was at FEDRA school. They usually got the shit kicked out of ‘em.”

“Kids can be cruel,” you murmur.

Ellie scoffs, kicking at the railing with her heel. “Wasn’t the kids we had to worry about.”

You wince. You couldn’t count the number of women who came to you–came for you–and went back to their shitty boyfriends for protection, or the number of times you were called a dyke when some asshole found out you weren’t going to fawn over them just because they had a dick.

“Yeah…well…some things haven’t changed, I guess,” you say. “But for what it’s worth…no one’s kicked the shit out of me yet. Not here, at least.”

She shrugs as if to say the point was moot, eyes drifting back to her friends.

“So…FEDRA school, huh? Was that in Boston? Your dad said you came here from the QZ last year.”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you leave?”

Ellie shrugs, then her eyes brighten. “Hey, did you find any more of those comic books?”

“Oh…I haven’t. But if I do, I’ll let you know.”

Her face falls, but then the door swings open beside you, and Theresa is calling your name.

“There you are,” she says. “You disappeared, I was worried.”

“I think I’m done for tonight, Thea.” The thought of stepping back into the mess hall makes your insides churn.

“Well, if you’re sure,” she frowns. “Mind if I stay a bit longer?”

You shake your head, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night, babe,” she smiles, leaning in for a lingering kiss before ducking back into the building.

Ellie gives you a knowing little smirk when she’s gone.

“Well, she’s no Dolores,” you murmur, and the girl’s laugh is an unexpected balm.

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