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sadhornyygirl · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 18: Hate-fucking (billy loomis)

- Fear? — Eric repeats the same question in a provocative tone.

She turns her face in the macabre, dimly lit environment, letting me see her irritated expression.

— It’s going to take half an hour, damn it — He says between his teeth.

Jack barks and tries to go after a doll that walks by us singing a little children's song that isn't peaceful.

Eric laughs, but stops when a bloodcurdling scream rings through the room we're in. More people who entered with us begin to scream and scatter throughout the house, disappearing from our sight.

— You talk about me so much, but you're also peeing your pants — Briana teases Eric.

— Oh, shut up and walk — He orders, pushing us forward.

When I go to stow my small bag on my shoulder, my eyes lock on the person with a mask and black hoodie staring at me through the countless pieces of glass. My heart accelerates and I look back, seeing him disappear through a door.

— I don't think we should have come to this shit — I say, still staring at the door where the clown disappeared.

—Are you scared? — Briana laughs, but seems nervous.

— I have a bad feeling... — I say, looking around.

I feel something strange and the masked man intrigued me, even if he was just another attraction.

— Have you seen the place you are in? — Eric is sarcastic, but I see his throat swallow hard.

We move to another room and I scream softly when someone runs their hand through my hair, and when I look back, there's no one there.

— Someone also touched my arm! — Eric says, looking around.

Jack barks and growls, position ready to attack.

— Relax, they're just fantasy people... — She stops talking when a faceless, all-black figure advances towards her. Briana does the most unexpected thing in the world. She punches him.

The figure, which appears to be a guy, staggered back a few steps with his hand on his non-existent nose. Jack barks, but at least he doesn't seem aggressive.

- Cum! — Briana curses, grabbing the hand she used to punch the man.

— Shit, Briana! — Eric says, but he seems to want to laugh — The guy is just working — He walks up to the guy.

Briana rests her hand on her heart looking at her victim with an awkward smile, but I can say for sure that the blood has disappeared from her well-defined face.

Eric laughs, but it stops when zombies start coming through the door Briana is heading towards. She stops in place and starts walking backwards, pulling Jack with her.

— I... I'm afraid of zombies... — Eric whispers next to me, his eyes wide.

When I least expect it, he runs through the other door and Briana follows suit, tugging at the skirt of my dress so I can follow them. Jack tries to stop in place when I see that I haven't even left mine and barks, as if calling me.

My breath catches when I see a spider crawling up the face of one of the zombies, specifically in its eye. Or what's left of it. I scream and run in the direction my friends went.

I see Eric running in another direction and when Briana goes to follow him, a woman dressed in white blocks her path, making her go in the opposite direction. As if her neck was broken, she slowly turns it towards me, fixing her eyes on me.

She walks towards me and I look at the door next to me, seeing the zombies coming. Unable to follow my friends, I run in another direction. I clutch my bag against my stomach, fearing it will fall in the process. A man with a knife comes up to me and I widen my eyes, entering the first room I find.

I slam the door, locking it and move away from it a little. Someone turns the doorknob trying to get in, but fails miserably. I sigh, relieved that at this moment I have at least a little peace in the chaotic environment.

That's what I thought, but chills rise throughout my body and I swallow hard, looking back. Standing just a few meters away from me is the same masked guy who stared at me in the mirror. He takes a step forward and I take another step back.

I turned my back and walked towards the door, grabbing the handle. Just as I'm about to turn it, a hand slams against the old wood, making me jump in fright. My heart is in my mouth, refusing to beat properly again.

He's after me, and has me right where he's wanted me this whole time. Alone.

I take my pocket knife out of my bag and slowly turn towards him, raising my eyes to him.

- Who are you? — I ask with a trembling voice, gripping my knife tightly.

The stalker is leaning on the door by his elbows, his arms on either side of my head, trapping me in his cage. And I don't know if I'll be able to get out of it.

- What you want? — I insist, ready to kill him if necessary.

The stalker tilts his head to the side, seeming to study me.

— I won't ask again — I say through gritted teeth — Who. Cum. AND. You? — I ask for the last time.

He takes one of his hands away from the door and carefully, I see his hand go up my neck, his fingers sliding over my skin in a gesture that I almost don't feel. He grabs my neck, pressing me against the door.

The gesture is so familiar that my heart missed a beat when I recognized it.

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— Billy… — His name leaves my lips in a whisper.

For proof of something I feel deep in my bones, I reach for the back of his head, and rip off the mask in a quick motion.

A gasp escapes me as I stare at the messy strands falling into the cruelest icy eyes I've ever seen. And they're staring at me with unparalleled amusement and mischief.

—Are you calmer, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice, looking into my eyes.

I swallow hard, trying by some miracle to get through the door with the strength of my mind. He's too close for my own good.

— Are you silent now? he asks, stroking my chin with his thumb.

His eyes scan my entire face with a kind of adoration, but there's also anger in them.

— I told you to leave me alone, you psychopath — I find my voice, moving his hand away from my neck.

Even though my skin misses your touch, I ignore it.

— And I said you only had a few hours to calm down — He says, resting his arms on either side of my head — Tick tock, time up, little monster... — I smiled.

I take a deep breath, clenching the blade.

— I don't want you anymore, can you understand that in that sick mind of yours? — I touch my own temple — We're done here, whatever shit we had — I lift my chin.

Billy laughs softly, shaking his head. I just feel the anger slowly grow in my chest, radiating throughout my body.

— Own, I love your naivety — He leans towards me until our noses almost touch — You'll have to kill me if you want this to end — He slides his nose along my cheek.

— As you wish — I reply, raising the knife towards his neck.

I don't know if it was anger or an impulsive desire, but I really intend to kill Billy. But he notices it too quickly, managing to dodge in time. But not enough to stop me from cutting your left cheek.

Billy lets go of me, taking a few steps back. He touches his cheek, staring at his blood-stained fingers. Then he lifts his head, letting me see the small cut, about two centimeters long.

I slightly widen my eyes when I see his darken darkly. I move my gaze down when a bulge in Billy's pants catches my eye. He's hard?

In response, I clench my thighs as I feel my core throb.

- Congratulations love. You just need to be more accurate — Billy says through his teeth in a dark voice, approaching me with blood running down his cheek.

He makes to grab me, but in one quick movement, I manage to hit his groin with my knee. Billy lets out a grunt, falling to his knees in front of me. I don't think as I turn to the door and open it.

Before I can pass it, a huge hand grabs my ankle and I turn to Billy. I kick his face with my other foot, making him fall on his side and consequently letting me go.

— If you wanted to play tag, you just said so, love! — I hear Billy scream, and it seems so, so close.

Desperate, I quicken my steps, feeling my heart want to come out of my mouth. It's like a horror movie and Billy is the ghostface trying to kill me. Following me. He comes without rushing because he knows that at the end of this, he will eat me alive.

I go into a room where there is no one and lock the door.

— Little monster... — Billy knocks on the door — Let me in, okay? You don't want me to blow and knock it over... — He says between his teeth, then laughing.

— Fuck you, you sicko! — I growl, running towards the other door that will lead me out.

— I bet you're wet right now... — Billy says, making me stop with my hand on the doorknob — Are you turned on by all this chasing? Is your pussy dripping for me, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice.

I rub my thighs together, denying myself. Refusing to believe that I'm enjoying this. No, I abhor what he's doing now. Because admitting that his pursuit turns me on is also admitting that I'm just as sick as he is. I ignore how affected I am and open the door, running into the other room. I need to get out of here, I need to find my friends and get out of this damn house.

I walk past her when they grab my hair from behind and pull me back inside, making me scream. I try to hit Billy again, but he grabs my arm and pins it behind my back, turning me to face him.

- Let me go! — I command, trying to pull my arm from his grip.

Billy looks up at me and my breath catches in my throat when I see the cut I made on his cheek and the thin, short trickle of blood escaping his nose. Consequence of my kick.

— Every time you use that knife on me, I get harder — He says, licking his lips while staring at mine.

Yes, I can feel the bulge poking my belly.

— It's because you're crazy — I say with disdain, raising my chin in affront.

— Yes, for every detail of yours — He says between his teeth, grabbing my hair with one of his hands again — But damn, I want to kill you now — He growls, squeezing my throat.

I stand on my tiptoes as his grip becomes almost unbearable and I feel my pussy throb. Traitor.

— She calls me sick but she's rubbing her thighs like a masochistic little bitch just because she's being hanged — She tilts her head to the side, looking at me.

— I knew you were sick, but not to the point of delirium — I tease with a smile, my voice muffled by his hand on my neck.

— I love your debauchery, but I'm very angry with you, love... — He says — You hurt my dick, but I'm sure it wasn't because you wanted to, right? — He asks with an affectionate intonation.

— I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure your heirs aren't born — I smile disdainfully.

I try to free myself once more, but it seems impossible.

— Next time, they'll be growing in your belly — Billy smirks, letting go of my hair and running his thumb along the wrist of my neck.

— Kneel — he orders, making me throb.

— I'm going to hate you at the end of all this, Billy — I whisper.

He nibbles my lip.

— Lie with your mouth on my dick — Send it.

He squeezes my scalp and I moan, falling to my knees in front of his body. Looking from below, it gets even bigger. It's like a giant that can crush me at any moment.

He lets go of my hair and takes his own hands to the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and undoing the button. He reaches into his underwear and pulls out his dick. It stands before my lips and I sigh, seeing it harder than ever.

The head is so red and the veins stand out around it. The pre-cum leaks out, sliding through him.

"Him," Billy ordered.

Looking at him in defiance, I place the thick head of his cock in my lips, sucking it. The salty taste of cum explodes on my palate and I go down even further, putting almost half of it in my mouth.

I see Billy throw his head back and groan, but still looking down at me. I narrow my eyes at him the moment I bite down on his dick. He curses, gripping my strands hard enough for me to let go and walk away.

— If you only knew how much this turns me on... — I smiled, sliding the head of his cock past my lips.

The gag reflex kicks in but controls it in time, at the exact second that Billy drags himself out and comes back with a vengeance. Tears well up in my eyes from the lack of air, but I find myself relaxing my jaw and moaning around his cock. My thighs tighten and I try to keep up with his rhythm.

He doesn't let me reason when, with his hand in my hair, he pulls me up. Billy turns me onto my back and presses my cheek to the cold wall, and I feel his cock between my thighs. He lifts my dress and then I feel a tug and the sound of tearing fabric. My panties.

- What are you doing…? — I ask even though I know the answer.

Billy doesn't answer me, he just shoves himself inside me and in a quick gesture my eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, my head kicking back and a scream escaping my numb lips.

— Fucking beg — He orders, his hand grabbing my neck.

I smirk slightly, pulling the knife away from his neck and grabbing the back of his head as I lean towards him. My lips brush his as I wrap one of my arms around his shoulders, hugging him.

— Please fuck me. Take me…” I whimper, pulling his lip towards me.

I scream loudly when in one quick movement, Billy thrusts himself inside me without an ounce of gentleness at the same time he bites one of my nipples hard. I should be disgusted by all this violence towards me, but I look more and more ready to explode.

I hate that. I love that.

I scream as the orgasm explodes, taking over my entire body and clouding all my senses. I hear nothing but a thin buzzing sound and see nothing other than the stars twinkling in my field of vision.

I whimpered as my orgasm-sensitive pussy contracted around him. Around your dick that seems to want to tear me in half. He fucks me so hard that I choke and I don't know where he starts or where I end.

— S-Stop... I can't take it anymore — I moan, scared by the desire that grew again in my stomach.

Billy's laugh makes my pussy throb and suck him in, like it's hungry and only he can finish it.

My body is turned sideways and one of Billy's hands is on the side of my head, while the other is holding me by the thigh, pulling me against his body. This position allows me to feel his cock from a different angle.

It feels deeper.

— I...I'm going to cum again — I cry. I'm so sensitive it hurts.

His hips don't stop and my breathing quickens.

— I-I'm going to... I'm going to pass out — I whisper with a broken voice as my legs shake.

But Billy ignores me, his hips speeding up and his thrusts becoming more animalistic. I cry, shaking my head as I flatten my hand on his broad chest through his sweatshirt.

— Even if you deny it, your body is mine, as is your heart. And no one else can have them, love.

Just when I think he's going to continue, his whole body goes rigid and he stops abruptly, spilling himself inside me. Hot jets fill me and it's impossible not to moan and whimper at the sensation.

— You have until tomorrow at 11:59 pm to stop acting like a spoiled brat and start believing in me again. — Speak, giving me a peck.

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - drops of love 15 💌🍼

A/N: yep. our favorite couple is pregnant! 🍼 let's find out what they're going through on this journey 💌 feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

"Jungkookie, what are you doing?", Seokjin asked, watching Jungkook sitting down and resting his back on the mirror of the practice room. It was the 4th time he did this in 3 hours of practice, so it wasn't normal, at all.

Jungkook opened his eyes lazily, yawning loudly. "I was just waiting for you guys to decide what song we're rehearsing next...", he got up in one move, ready to keep going. "Which is it?"

Seokjin frowned, putting his hand on Jungkook's forehead before he could protest. "You're burning up, Jungkookie!", he placed the other hand on Jungkook's neck, checking if it was hot as well. It was.

Jungkook gave a step back, shrugging. "I'm fine, hyung."

"Why are you lying? You're clearly not fine. Go home"

Jungkook shrugged again. "I'm alright, hyung. I don't need to go home."

Seokjin reached for his phone, looking for something, and Jungkook observed as his hyung dialed your number. "What are you doing? Don't call YN", he reached for the phone, but Jin turned around, avoiding him. "If you're not gonna hear me, then I'll call YN. She'll put some sense in your stubborn mind. ", the number kept dialing as Jungkook tried to take the phone away again.

"Stop that, hyung! I don't wanna worry YN, it's not good for her and the b--"

Seokjin stopped his movements in a beat.

"And the what?", Seokjin scowled.

"Hello?", you answered on the other line, hearing all the interaction between Seokjin and Jungkook.

"Hang up, right now, hyung. I'm fine!", you heard Jungkook failed attempt at whispering on the other line.

"Kook? What's happening? are you hurt?", you felt your heart skip a beat and you

instinctively reached for your belly.

"No, babe!", Jungkook finally took the phone from Jin's hands, who was too stunned to react. What was Jungkook about to say?

"I think I have a fever, but that is all. I'm fine, okay? Don't need to worry.", he glared at his hyung.

You breathed deeply, trying to calm down. Ever since his accident, you couldn't help but freak out whenever Jungkook got injured while practicing or just sick. You always kept that to yourself, but Jungkook saw it clear as day how much you suffered.

"Are you really fine? Don't lie to me, Kook.", you warned, already looking for your keys. Jungkook took a deep breath, ready to confess. He knew you could read him like a book, so there was no use in hiding.

"My head feels like it’s about to explode.”, he pouted. "I feel like I'm getting a flu or something. My body is hurting. "

"you need to rest, Kook. You've been working late this whole week and barely sleeping... I notice you shifting from side to side on the bed…", you confessed.

"I'm sorry.", he sighted. "I thought I was chill about everything, but I guess not... I don't wanna fail with you and our baby... I'm all over the place, babe. I didn't you to worry about anything", Jungkook closed his eyes, letting his frustration out. You understood him completely because you were all over the place too. You loved the confident way Jungkook handled things, but in the end, he's only human, like everyone else, and the fear of not doing well at the most important task in the world kept not only you awake, but him as well. But you were together, so one could always help the other. You were one.

"Kook... we take care of each other, that's how it's always been. And y--"

"BABY?! WHAT BABY?", the emotional moment didn't last long before Seokjin startled the both of you. "YOU GUYS ARE HAVING A BABY?! WHEN? WHY AM I HEARING IT LIKE THIS?", by now he already grabbed the phone from Jungkook's hands and was talking directly to you, still on speaker.

"AM I GONNA BE AN UNCLE?", he couldn't hold his excitement, drawing the attention of the other members, who were on the other side of the practice room.

Jungkook smiled, happy that someone finally knew about his baby but scared of your reaction to his major spoiler.

Seokjin turned around to look at Jungkook, who kept smiling and waiting for a vocal sign from you.

"I know you wanna say it, Kook… it’s okay. ", you laughed and proceeded to hear the loudest cheer you heard so far in your life after Jungkook screamed about the good news to his hyung. You were pretty sure Seokjin dropped the phone, ‘cause all you heard after was the crack of the phone hitting the floor and Jungkook's and Jin's yelling and cheering. Seems like Jungkook got better very quickly.

Was it the anxiety to tell his members who caused his fever and headache? You didn’t know for sure. The only thing you knew is that they left you there.

".... hello?"

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he4rtsforjoao · 10 months

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Gone- N.JR

Pairings: neymar jr x! Female reader

Warnings: bunch of angst, falling out of love etc.

Summary: You finally address Neymar regarding the considerable distance he has maintained towards you, anticipating the restoration of your relationship, yet regrettably, it does not unfold in your favor.

Author note: first time writing angst! 😿

In the dimly-lit dining room of your once vibrant home, a heavy silence hangs in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any remnants of warmth or connection. As you sit across from Neymar at the elegantly-set table, a carefully prepared dinner lies untouched before you, the aroma of the food filling the room, yet failing to penetrate the emotional void between you.

Neymar's eyes remain fixated on the glowing screen of his phone, his fingers scrolling with an intensity that mirrors the detachment he displays. The sound of his scrolling is the only audible presence in the room, a constant reminder of the vast distance that has grown between you. The weight of his indifference presses down on you, numbing your heart and clouding your thoughts.

Months have passed since this unusual pattern emerged, an unspoken agreement to bury the fractures in your relationship beneath the surface. Fear of what his response might be has held your mouth shut for months, preventing you from summoning the courage to confront him. Each passing day has chewed at your soul, eroding the once vibrant bond that drew you together.

As you nervously toy with your food, desperately seeking a flicker of connection, a question escapes your trembling lips, shattering the heavy silence. "So.. how was practice?" The words hang in the air, fragile and delicate, as if carrying the weight of your hopes and dreams. Neymar's response is a mere whisper, devoid of any semblance of emotion. "Okay." The word hangs there, a hollow echo of the vibrant conversations that used to follow each practice, regardless of how physically and mentally drained he may have been.

The stark dryness in his tone sends a chill down your spine. In the depths of your being, you yearn for the restoration of the connection that once bound you together. But as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, the gloom that hangs over your shared existence grows heavier. The absence of meaningful conversation, the void of emotional intimacy, has left you adrift in a sea of uncertainty, wondering if the flickering flame of your love will ever be rekindled.

“Ney?” Your gaze turns towards him once more, observing his eyes still fixated on his phone, a faint smile gracing his lips. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you gather the courage to broach the subject that has been weighing heavily on your heart. Slowly, he raises his gaze, meeting your already teary eyes, but his expression remains impassive. Nonchalantly, he leans against his chair, emanating a weariness towards your presence, as if he has grown tired of your company. "Why have you been distant?" you inquire, your voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and confusion. His reaction is one of disbelief, as if your accusation strikes at the core of his being. "What?" he scoffs, his tone laced with offense.

"Well," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I can't pinpoint exactly where things went wrong. But it's painfully obvious that our conversations have lost their spark. Each interaction feels so dry, devoid of the warmth and connection we once shared. I mean, for heaven's sake, we just sit in silence while eating our meal. Am I no longer enough for you?" The floodgates of your emotions burst open, finally allowing the pent-up feelings that have haunted you for months to pour forth.

"What are you talking about, y/n? It’s too late for all this I’m going out" he murmurs, his voice laced with weariness and resignation. With a heavy sigh, he rises from his seat and runs a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, a desperate attempt to compose himself. "Neymar, wait don't leave yet" you implore, your voice tinged with a mixture of desperation and sadness. "I'm just calling you out for the sake of it. Deep down, you know there's truth in my words. If there's something you've been longing to express, please, say it now."

Reluctantly, a bitter admission escapes his lips, punctuating the silence like a knife to the heart. "Fine, then! I don't love you anymore," he confesses, his voice laced with a melancholic blend of regret and apathy. The love that once burned brightly within him has faded into nothingness, leaving an empty void in its wake. "What I felt in the beginning, it's gone. There is nothing left, y/n. Are you satisfied?" He continued.

As his words echo in the room, an overwhelming wave of anguish washes over you, threatening to consume your very being. Tears well up in your eyes, cascading down your cheeks like an endless waterfall of sorrow. Despite your efforts to hold back the flood of emotions, your voice trembles as you muster the courage to speak. "Do you love someone else?" you utter, the question seemingly emerging from the depths of your shattered heart, desperately seeking a sliver of hope in the middle of this darkness.

"What?" he stammers, his voice laced with disbelief, as if questioning your sanity. "Do you love someone else?!" you scream, your voice cracking under the weight of your anguish. The repetition of your question only serves to further infuriate you, as he fails to understand your questions quickly.

With a somber resignation, he finally admits, "Yes!I don't love you anymore, y/n." The words, sharp and cutting, pierce through the already shattered remnants of your heart. The realization that your once cherished bond has disintegrated into nothingness weighs heavily upon you, casting a dark shadow over your soul. In this moment, the suffocating emptiness becomes unbearable, and you find comfort in the bitter truth he lays bare.

As your eyes remain fixed upon his face, lacking of the love you used to see reflected in him, you simply nod, a single tear cascading down your cheek. The pretense of affection that had lingered between you, like a decaying facade, is now forcefully shattered.

"Get out," you whisper, the words a fragile echo of the love that once bound you together. His response carries the weight of resignation, as he nods without resistance. He walks towards the door, his steps heavy with the burden of shattered dreams, leaving behind the fragments you used to share.

The door shuts.

And so, you stand there, alone amidst the remnants of a love that has crumbled into dust, enveloped

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canirove · 11 months

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 15

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"Why is watching two boys kick a ball in their underwear so... Hot?"

"I don't know, Roberta. I don't know" I say, my eyes fixed on Declan. While Roberta and I are chilling in the sun, he and Mason are playing with a ball next to the pool, both of them wearing just their boxers. And I don't know if it is the way Declan is running a hand through his hair from time to time, his smile, his laugh, his thighs on full display, the fact that his boxers are leaving no room for imagination, or all of it, but I am turned on. Very, turned on.

"I think I'm gonna jump in the pool, I need to refresh myself."

"I don't think that will help me in the slightest. I need some time alone and a very cold shower."

"Eleanor!" Roberta laughs.

"I'm sorry, but it is what it is" I shrug. "I'm going inside."

"Really? That bad it is?" she smirks.

"I'm afraid so" I say before leaving.

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"Eleanor? Are you ok?" Declan says from the bathroom's door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Roberta asked me to come check on you, that you weren't feeling ok" he says, walking towards me with a concerned look on his face. "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, just... Roberta."

"Eleanor, your cheeks are so warm. Are you sure you are ok? We should check your temperature."

"There is no need to check it. It is high. Very high."

"Then we must take you to a doctor, it may be something serious."

"A doctor won't be able to do anything about this."

"What?" he asks. "You aren't making any sense."

"Close the door, please."

"Why?"

"Just close it. And lock it."

"Eleanor..."

"Do as I say, Declan."

"Ok... No need to use your queen voice" he chuckles. "Now what?"

"Now you are gonna kneel down in front of me and eat me out."

"I'm going to do what?" he says, his eyes growing wide.

"What you just heard. I'm feeling this hot because, for some reason, watching you play with Mason has turned me on, and you doing that is the only thing that can help with my current situation."

"You are like... being completely serious about this."

"I am, yes. I was going to do it myself while taking a shower, but since you are here, I better take advantage of it" I shrug.

"And what you want me to do... Is to kneel down like this?" he says, doing exactly that.

"Yes."

"And then what?" he says, kissing me below my belly button.

"Then I want you to get rid of the bottom part of my bikini."

"Like this?" he asks, his eyes fixed on mine as his fingers slowly pull it down.

"Yes" I gulp, holding into the sink behind me, my body tensing in anticipation.

"And then what?"

"Then you know exactly what to do, it isn't the first time."

"Ok" he chuckles, kissing my stomach one last time before moving between my legs and doing as I asked.

"Why have you stopped? I’m getting close" I ask, my fingers tangled on his hair.

"Mason and Roberta are gonna hear you if you keep being that loud."

"I don’t care. Less talking and more... Fuck" I moan, holding into his hair a bit tighter and making him grunt. That makes him change his rhythm, my body starting to lose control while he keeps going and going until I can't take it anymore. If Mason and Roberta aren't busy, they have definitely heard everything that has left my mouth.

"Was that what the lady wanted?" Declan says, kissing my stomach again and standing up.

"Yes" I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.

"Anything else?" he asks with a mischievous smile, his hands on my hips.

"Actually... yes."

"I'm all ears."

"I want you to fuck me against the sink until my knees give up."

"You don't want me to make love to you again?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe later. This is what I want now. Can you do it?"

"Of course I can" Declan says, turning me around so I am facing the mirror, our eyes fixed on the other as he gets rid of his boxers. "Ready?"

I'm just able to nod, the way he is looking at me already making my knees feel weak.

"I need to hear you say it, Eleanor" he says, kissing my shoulder but still looking at me.

"Yes. I'm ready."

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"I think we should do something to celebrate that tonight is our last night in Italy" Roberta says while we eat lunch.

"Something like what?" Mason asks. "Throw a party?"

"Just the four of us and the bodyguards? Such fun" she says, rolling her eyes.

"We could have dinner in town. The other day I saw that they have live music every night" I say.

"Oh, that's perfect!" Roberta says.

"But what if someone recognizes you? Or us?" Declan asks.

"Oh, we have wigs for that."

"You what?" Mason chuckles.

"Damiano bought them a few years ago so we could go into town and not worry much" I explain. "Some of them look like real hair, they are amazing."

"And he also bought some for men. You'll see, you won't recognize yourselves" Roberta says.

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"You look stunning as a redhead, Eleanor" Declan says.

"Thank you" I giggle. "I've always been jealous of my cousins' hair, they are the only ones who got the ginger genes. This is the closest I'll ever get to looking like them."

"One of your kids will definitely have red hair. Between your genes and his Irish ones..." Roberta smirks.

"It is very likely. But it also is too early for that" he says, struggling to put his wig in place.

"Let me help you."

"Oh my God, Eleanor" Roberta laughs. "I think you do have a type."

"What?"

"Look at Declan! With that wig he looks like Damiano but with blue eyes."

"He doesn't."

"He doesn't, love" Mason says. "Declan's nose is bigger."

"Look who is talking" Declan replies.

"I love your nose, don't listen to him" I smile.

“And what it can do too” Roberta smirks.

“Are we ready?" I say, ignoring her comment.

"Wait, no!" Roberta replies. "We haven't chosen our new names!"

"What?" Mason chuckles.

"We can't go into town being called Roberta and Mason. We need new names for our new identities."

"Remember when we were Sonia and Selena? I liked those" I say.

"Oh, yes. They knew how to have fun" she smirks again. "I am Selena, and Eleanor is Sonia. And you guys can be... Andy and Lucas!"

"Andy and Lucas?" Declan laughs.

"You look like a Lucas" I tell him. "And Sonia and Lucas sound good together."

"So do Andy and Selena. Very American. Should we do accents too?" Roberta asks, already planning a backstory for her character.

"The names are enough... Selena" Mason chuckles.

"Ok, then it is settled. Sonia and Selena, and Andy and Lucas" she smiles.

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"Mason... I need a piggyback."

"Up this hill? You are crazy."

"But my feet hurt from dancing!" Roberta complains.

"And I ate my weight in pizza and pasta. It's like I'm carrying myself on my shoulders."

"You two are such whiners" Declan laughs, his arm around my shoulders.

"Meh meh meh" Mason replies, rolling his eyes.

"Antonio?" Roberta calls. "Can you give me a piggyback?"

"Are you going to ask one of the bodyguards?"

"Yes, I am. Jealous?" Roberta says, arching a brow.

"Of course not."

"Then what? Are you going to do it, or do I call Antonio again?"

"Come here" Mason says, rolling his eyes.

"You are the best" Roberta says once she is on his back, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Do you also want a piggyback?" Declan asks me.

"I just need my bed and to sleep until my body says no more. But we can save it for another day."

"I'll try to remember it" he says, also kissing my cheek and making me giggle.

Who knew I would become Roberta 2.0...

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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legionofpotatoes · 1 year

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I am trying desperately to cling to her memories that are slipping away. I hate how ready I was for all the big ways in which her death would hit me, yet I was caught completely unaware of the million little things that would change along the way. She touched so many tiny parts of my life and now they're all withering away and no amount of photos or videos are enough to keep them from getting further and further away and it feels maddening. I don't know how to hold on to them.

analytically I understand that eventually I will have to let go of all that and accept that things will not be the same. that not every measurable point of contact that she imprinted upon the world will stay frozen in time. and I know that it shouldn't. but I still felt such an odd mixture of pain, anger, and confusion when I saw Yen hop on the pillow she always used to sleep on; when I saw her fill in the spaces and patterns that were always Bastet's. I know a silly little cat isn't intentionally trying to replace the life of another, that is a childish thought to have. but it still tugs and tears at the hole in my gut and confuses me. I've never felt so lost.

It's the maddening realization that life just carries on full-throttle and not a single god damn part of it will stop and honor her memory for even a second. it all just hurdles on and the soils of linear time keep rolling over and burying the old while ushering in the new with unrelenting cruelty. And I'm supposed to be so cool and accepting of that because? what? that I have the capacity to quantify it? none of this feels fair.

eventually I'll forget how the two floorboards creaked whenever she would go for a nighttime walk from the bed and into the outer room. I'll forget the way she'd nag for food and scrape at the balcony door in the mornings. her purrs were like an iron kettle seconds away from beginning to boil, in that momentary rattle on low fire; quiet and bubbly, a low rumble of contentment. she carried herself with dignity and grace, sharing the same space as us but always at a respectful distance. she was one of those chill hang best friends, but in cat form.

she was also the most striking example of one half in an animal/human companionship; I always joked that she shared a soul with my partner. I never knew my SO before Bastet, and I always felt like they were born of the same cosmic splinter and mirrored one another in things both big and small. their personalities, their temperaments, their beauty, their naptimes. they would even curl up in the same exact poses and it never failed to make me chuckle. it's all so dimmer without that half now. I've never seen my partner so alone. it breaks my heart for her.

Bastet was a mixed breed tortoiseshell; she was either pushing her late 17th or early 18th year, we have some birth date discrepancies that I cannot get to the bottom of. her eyes were striking green since childhood and then changed as she aged, her right one turning fully yellow by the end. she always liked a good meal and kept herself relatively chumby throughout the years. I don't think we ever crossed into unhealthy levels of pet obesity, though. she just had that raccoon-like silhouette that we loved to joke about, and a way of keeping her front legs slightly apart when she perched that made for the most charming poses. she took herself oh so very seriously, but she was our round little guy.

she had yellow-black beans and a black nose, and her breath was stinky. we loved her stinky breath. I'll never be able tell her off anymore for initiating one of her full-body baths right next to me as I was trying to eat. she also had a wonderful patch of dusty aroma right on top of her head and between her ears; something hard to place, but incredibly homely. It was a rare treat whenever we'd catch her for a quick noggin smooch. I'll never feel that smell again.

her jellies were very soft and loose, but she hated having them touched. she liked a good rub under the chin and especially across her cheeks, sometimes ending things with a small love nibble. she grew up drinking out of cups instead of bowls, and it became a calcified habit; we knew to always cover stray beverages with napkins with her around. I shudder to think of the next time I'll do it instinctively.

she was very rarely clumsy. My partner's bed frame sits flush against her wall radiator, and Bastet loved hopping on there and wedging herself between the wall and the headboard. we loved how her belly fats would spill over the edge when she did that. trouble arrived, however, whenever she'd decide to turn around and face the other way; that would generally involve carefully backing up for a long while before doing a full rotation. I would always hit her with the ole' truck reverse gear beeping when I'd catch her do it. she'd give me the stinkiest eye.

She wasn't a very playful cat, which we always found strange. She'd get the odd zoomie now and then, but was primarily a dignified lady. She'd slap you around like no one's business if she decided you deserved it though. She never learned to get along with Yen, our second, younger, and dumber cat; we tried smell swapping and shared mealtimes and every trick under the sun to get them to play nice. And we kept trying because Yen, with not even two braincells to rub together, was incredibly curious and forthcoming to spend time with her, yet Bastet was out for blood from day one. We eventually learned to partition them across the house and paid with more than a few fun incidents. Bastet would always get a few good licks in and Yen would learn exactly nothing and try again the next day.

She was territorial like that. She loved my SO like I've never seen an animal love a human. Even her jealousy towards me took almost a decade to erode, and even then, she would never let us cuddle or sleep without making sure to find a good spot to keep an eye on me from. I learned not to admonish but to respect that about her; I was never going to outgrow the depth of their relationship and it became a type of honor to feel accepted into it. I was just happy to be in a place where I could bother her with pets and not get eaten alive!

Best time to do it was when she slept. She was a deep sleeper, and could rip a snore that would scare a flock of pigeons away. We'd quiet down and hurriedly tap one another and then point at her whenever that happened, like silent mimes in a frenzied panic, desperate to hear just one more little snort. It was the best time to gently curl around her and give her a tap and a tug. Most of the time she wouldn't even wake up. She was very soft and huggable.

I know torties aren't considered the prettiest breed, but I always found her coat to be mesmerizing. She was a beautiful cat in that understated sort-of way; well color-coordinated, evenly patterned, and appropriately mannered. She took very good care of herself so we didn't end up bathing her too often. The price for that could be severe and bone-deep, so we kept those decisions tactical. She was an angry fluffball.

I wish I could feel her warm, soft sides again and hear her loud complaints as I attempt to scoop her up. I want to squish her toe beans as she sleeps and see her snicker at something tasty in her dreams. I want to see her demonstrably stretch in front of everyone in the room before flopping to her side and starting her morning bath. I want to see her gently tippity-tap towards her water, give it a long sniff, and then stick her paw straight in to start drinking her own special way. I miss seeing her go about her little tasks and vividly color the periphery of my life in that apartment. it's all so empty now.

Truthfully, most of those habits went away well before her death; as she retreated away from us in her last months, she barely ever exhibited her prior personality. As crushing as this was, it felt almost like a way for her to help us taper away with a gentler ease rather than a hard fall. I know that is not why cats do it. I know that it's not great to anthropomorphize her pain into some amorphous expression of wisdom and compassion towards us. It wasn't. She was in pain and we were desperately trying to help her until it became too senseless to try. But it did end up cushioning the blow just a bit. I suppose that's all I can say about that.

She went away in her sleep. We did it at the clinic, it felt humane. Taking her home would mean a far greater shadow over our day-to-day as her condition had become irreversible and was guaranteed to terminally deteriorate in a matter of days. My partner made the decision, as she rightfully should have, and with far greater bravery than I. I felt lost and cornered and unsure and I was bargaining when I knew there was nothing left to bargain for except for her prolonged suffering. I feel so bad for my selfishness. I know I'm still typing all this driven by it. I want to write down these memories so I can keep coming back to read them and escape her growing absence. But there's no typing out everything that she was and all the ways she touched and bettered us. I know that too.

I suppose in time I will find a way to make peace with the fact that I will forget some of these small things. but I'll make sure to never ever lose anything singular and definitive about her. I talk to her ashes so I can have a reason to say her name out loud. I can't let it slip away from everyday use. And as corny as it sounds, I will always see a reflection of her tiny self in my partner's eyes. They shared the same soul. I hope I can see them reunite again someday.

Today was the first day since her passing when her absence didn't feel temporary. It didn't feel like some unwelcome bump in the road. I truly know now that she's never darting out from under the bed and bonking my hand as it hangs from the armchair ever again. That realization is an endless, bottomless pit. I don't know what to do with it

#pet loss #negativity #just venting

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mklegends-smokescreen · 7 months

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Mortal Kombat Legends: The Requiem Mirror

Chapter 1: Fresh start

Robin: (Narrating) I've seen a lot in the past few months: I helped stop an Australian from taking control over my birthplace, Joined the U.S. millitary, and met some amazing people who ended up becoming some of my best friends. For a week I was chilling in a town near my teams outpost. But unfortunately, nothing good last forever, wanna know what i mean? Yeah, me too.

Outside of the town, a group of Outworld warriors called the Githyanki, stand with a map and were speaking in their own native language.

Robin: Huh, thats weird, I thought these suckers were exclusive to Outworld, Imma try talk em' off.

As Robin approavhed the warriors, they eyed him warily, clearly untrusting of your presence. One of them steps forward and speaks in a harsh, guttural language that you don't understand.

However, he'd notice that one of them seems more approachable than the others.

Robin: You speak English? If so, can I ask you guys something?

Translator: I speak Common, What do you want? over Outworld

Robin: You must be the translator. If you are, can you please tell me, what are you doing in this part of the country?

Translator: Why do you want to know?

Robin: I don't want trouble, just asking.

Translator: We are here on a mission, to retrieve an artifact from a portal in this city. But we don't know where it is or how to get to it. We are willing to pay for information or assistance.

Robin: Look man, I don't know what to tell you, nothing but a few Blacksmiths, inn and people all around.

Translator: Very well, but keep your ears open. The artifact may yet reveal itself to us.

Robin goes back to his base, where his friend, Tremor, the rock human, is waiting for him on the couch. Aswell, his friends and colleagues, Jaqui, Takeda, Kung Jin and their leader Cassie.

As he entered the room, he was greeted with nods and waves, Tremor, always the quiet one, gives his friend a small smile.

Cassie: Did you find anything interesting out there?

Cassie asks, her eyes glinting with curiosity. The caped crusader tells them about the encounter with the Githyanki warriors and their search for a powerful weapon.

Robin: And like, that's really weird, right? There couldn't have been a single way for them to just leave Outworld, we shut the portal.

Jaqui: (speaking up) It's possible that they found another way to travel between realms.

Kung Jin: And if they are looking for a powerful weapon, we should be careful. It could be something that could cause a lot of damage in the wrong hands.

Tremor: We should probably inform general Sonya Blade, huh?

Cassie: Yes, that's a good idea. She may have some intel on the Githyanki or know of any unusual activity in the city. Let's contact her and see if she can help us with this.

meanwhile, in a different realm called Rellum O' challep, a sinister figure resides on a throne, as several reanimated soliders scold him.

Solider 1: Master Valthor, the hunt has begun. The Githyanki have been deceived and are rearching for the mirror as we speak, the very same one that could help you escape this cursed realm.

The lords eyes gleamed with exitement as he heared this.

Valthor: Excellent. I have been waiting for this moment for centuries. The mirror will be mine and I will finally be able to leave this wretched place.

He stands up, as the cape swirled around him.

Solider 2: But master, what if some powerful warriors stop our mission? Earthrealmers aren't to be taken lightly.

Valthor: Then they will feel the wrath of my undead army. I have waited too long for this opportunity, and nothing will stand in my way. Prepare the troops. We shall capture as many as we can, and send them to the colliseum. The more blood is spilled, the more complete my form becomes, and once it is over, not a damned thing will stop me from casting chaos and carnage across the realms.

As the Earthrealm warriors continue their investigation, they receive word that there has been a sudden surge of disappearances in the city. People are vanishing without a trace, and rumors are spreading that it might be the work of the Githyanki. The warriors know they have to act fast before more innocent lives are lost. They make it to the Special Forces HQ, to inform General Blade of the situation. She listens attentively, then turns to them with a grave expression.

Sonya: This is troubling news indeed. We need to act quickly to find out what's going on and put a stop to it.

She instructs the warriors to gather intel and keep an eye out for anything suspicious. The SF send several spies around the nearby towns to look for the warriors.

As the Earthrealm warriors gather information, they come across an informant who tells them about a suspicious group of individuals who have been seen around the city's harbor. They head there and witness a group of Githyanki unloading a crate from a ship. The warriors cautiously approach and are immediately met with hostility. The Githyanki draw their swords and attack.

Robin: Woah, okay, easy, kitty--

One of the Githyanki sneers at Robin, brandishing his sword menacingly.

Translator: You dare to stand in our way? You will regret crossing us.

The warriors spring into action, drawing their weapons and preparing for a fight. The Githyanki are skilled fighters, but the Earthrealm warriors are able to hold their own.

Takeda: (readying his retractable wrists) Welp, so much for an interrogation.

Kung Jin whips out his bow, Jaqui activates her gautlets, Cassie grabs her pistols and Robin whips out his two mystic daggers, ready for battle.

The battle against the Githyanki is fierce and intense. The warriors dodge and parry their opponents' attacks, delivering blows of their own with deadly accuracy. Takeda's whips slice through the air, striking the Githyanki with precision. Kung Jin's arrows fly true, finding their targets with deadly force.

Jaqui's gauntlets pack a powerful punch, and her martial skills are on full display as she takes on the Githyanki in close combat. Cassie's pistols fire with precision, and her quick reflexes help her evade enemy strikes. As the battle rages on, it becomes clear that the Earthrealm warriors are a force to be reckoned with. Despite the Githyanki's skill and determination, they are gradually overpowered. The warriors manage to subdue the Githyanki and disarm them. With the Githyanki defeated, the Earthrealm warriors stand victorious but also with many questions. They need to find out what the Githyanki were doing in the city, and whether their actions are connected to the mysterious disappearances. The search for the amethyst mirror and the truth behind the Githyanki's presence continues, as the city's secrets unfold.

Robin: Alright, furballs, care to tell me what you're doing here?

The leader of the warriors speaks his native tounge, the translator does his job.

Translator: We were sent here to retrieve an artifact, the amethyst mirror. It holds great power, and we need it for our cause. We didn't want to harm anyone, but we couldn't allow interference.

Cassie steps in, her pistol trained on the warrior.

Cassie: What's your cause? And what do you plan to do with this mirror?

Translator: Our people are in need of a weapon to defend ourselves against our enemies. The mirror can only be wielded by Githyanki, and it would give us an advantage in the ongoing conflict.

Takeda: What enemies are you talking about? Why the sudden interest in this mirror?

Translator: There are darker forces at play, and we believe this mirror could be the key to our survival. But it seems we've underestimated the complexity of this world and the resistance we would face.

Jaqui: We need more information, and we need to know about the disappearances in this city. Are you connected to that as well?

Translator: We're not responsible for the disappearances, but we've heard rumors about them. We don't know who or what is behind it. Our focus was solely on the mirror.

Cassie: Takeda.

The Shirai Ryu turned to her, as she continued.

Cassie: Can you do some research when we get back to HQ?

Takeda: Sure, I'll dig into the information we have on this mirror and the Githyanki. Maybe we can find some leads that will help us piece this puzzle together.

With the Githyanki in custody and the promise of further investigation, the Earthrealm warriors head back to their headquarters. They intend to gather more information, understand the true nature of the amethyst mirror, and unravel the mysteries surrounding the recent disappearances in the city. As they return to HQ, their determination to uncover the truth and protect their world remains steadfast, despite the growing complexity of the situation.

Takeda: AH! I found it! (reading) The Amethyst Mirror is an object created by the Elder Gods, granting the user's unfathomable power, fufilling the user one wish on what he desires the most the moment. Realizing this, the monks of the Wu Shi academy shattered it, sending all the shards across all of Earthrealm.

Cassie: This changes everything. If the Githyanki get their hands on even a single shard of this mirror, they could wield unimaginable power. And with the Gods themselves involved, it's no surprise that they want to retrieve it.

Rbon: We need to find all the shards before anyone else does. It's not just about the Githyanki; there are likely others who would stop at nothing to gain that kind of power. Let's make it our mission to secure every shard and ensure they're kept safe.

With this new understanding of the Amethyst Mirror, the Earthrealm warriors now have a clearer sense of the high stakes and the dangerous game they're involved in. They prepare to embark on a quest to locate and protect the scattered shards of the mirror before they fall into the wrong hands.

The Kombat Kids head to the Wu Shi Academy, a place known for its wisdom and martial prowess. The academy has a long history and is renowned for its dedication to the protection of Earthrealm. Upon arriving, you are greeted by the wise monks who have safeguarded their knowledge for generations. You explain your mission to the monks, telling them about the shattered Amethyst Mirror and the urgency of gathering its shards to prevent misuse. The monks listen attentively, and one of the elder monks steps forward.

Elder Monk: We understand the gravity of the situation, but he Amethyst Mirror was shattered for a reason, and its shards were scattered across Earthrealm to prevent its misuse. We will help you in your quest to locate these shards, but it won't be easy. The shards are hidden in places of great significance and power.

The elder monk then provides you with a list of possible locations where the shards may be hidden, each tied to significant events or places in Earthrealm's history. Your team now has a starting point for their search and a deeper understanding of the importance of each shard's protection. With the wisdom and guidance of the monks from the Wu Shi Academy, you and your fellow warriors prepare to embark on a journey to find the scattered Amethyst Mirror shards and keep them out of the wrong hands, while learning more about Earthrealm's rich history along the way.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat au #requiem mirror au #mortal kombat legends #fanfic #mk oc red robin #cassie cage #jaqui briggs #takeda takahashi #kung jin #mk tremor #sonya blade #mk oc #this is basically the dlc expansion of smoke screen

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musiciswhatlifesoundslike · 1 year

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Title: Bet you won't

Characters:

Babygirl= Amalia

Daddy= David Alexander

Jeva= girlfriend

Layla= David Alexander's Assistant

(Babygirls and her selfies)... was the main thought that came to mind today while I drove to work... She knows exactly what to send me and when to do it. She's a bratty sub that loves to take charge once in a while, and I let her. But lately... I've craved dominating that sweet body of hers.

I make it to work and get on to my daily duties. Around like 2pm, I received a text message from Amalia. I immediately feel a flush of pink dance across my face. She does things to me. I open up my phone and start reading her message:

Amalia: Hey Daddy, how's work going ?

David Alexander: It's going pretty good. I have a meeting now at 6 pm. How's your day going, Princess?

Amalia: Pretty relaxed baby, I am missing you though.

David Alexander: I miss you too babygirl. I think I get home around 7:30 tonight.

Amalia: Ohh...okk🥺 I have something ready for you when you get home though.

David Alexander: Show me babygirl, or is it a surprise ?

Amalia: *Sends nude- picture from up top* and waits for a response.

*I see the mirror selfie and my mouth waters instantly. Admiring her naked body on all fours, just how I like it.*

Amalia : Daddy? Is everything alright?🙈😘

David Alexander: Babygirl, don't play with me ... I will cancel all of my meetings.

Amalia: You ? You wouldn't do that.

David Alexander: Baby... I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Amalia: Well, since you aren't canceling them... I guess I'll just stay here like this till you come home...or ... I can ask our girlfriend to come over.

(I don't mind our girlfriend coming over at all, I always enjoy it and we all have alot of fun together. But in this moment, i want to rail the fuck out of her and her only. We can call the jeva another time.)

Daddy: *sends an audio* <Layla, please cancel all my meetings today. I have some urgent matters to take care of. Reschedule them all for tomorrow and send them my sincerest apologies.

Layla responds : Of course Sir, right away.>

*audio ends and sent*

Amalia: Won't believe it till I see it.

*I drive home and make it in about 25 minutes. I knock on the door lightly 4 times so she knows it's me. A few moments later she opens the door and i could immediately see the excitement in her eyes. *

Amalia: Guess you liked the selfie huh?

David Alexander: *I get closer to her and whisper in her ear* "I loved it babygirl".

*she gets chills and lets out a slight moan*

Amalia: I know Daddy... *she replies softly* I just needed to feel your hands all over me right now and I didn't wanna wait any longer.

David Alexander: Well then, should we take this inside *I say as I lift up her silky gown and start to play with her pussy*

Amalia: Daddy, someone might see us *she says in between moans*

David Alexander: Go wait for me on the bed, like you were in the pic. *I say taking my hand out from under her dress and tasting my fingers*

Amalia: *She watches me taste her off of my fingers and her pupils dilate* Yes Daddy.

*She walks over to the room as I close and lock the door behind us.*

(Oh, the things that are about to go down.)

... To be Continued

#lesbianas #sexy #lesbian #lgbtq #stories #flowers

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everyonesawhoregrace · 2 years

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The Wife

Two | Drop Dead Gorgeous

"You have a dog." I stare down at the morbidly obese mutt that stares curiously at me. "You hate dogs."

"Hated." Thomas replied and got down on his knees to play with the dog. Once he parked his car, the grand doors to our mansion widen and a large loaf with legs and fur waddles towards Thomas and I. I step back as the dog begins to dribble. I almost throw up.

"That makes one of us." I mutter, looking down at the dog in disgust.

"Since you're here, Cyril," He says to the dog, "I want you to meet a witch. I mean a true witch, eh? She's got black magic—eh?"

I jab my finger into his shoulder, "Fuck off."

I can hear him laugh as I walk away. Heading into the mansion that I once called home. I stop in the foyer where the great floor to ceiling mirror glistens. I look at the rustic mirror and find my eyes in the middle of a tanned face. I smile at the woman who smiles back at me and kick off my heels. I've tanned, lost a few stones, but also gained a few. Rightfully so. I look drop dead gorgeous, I look like Thomas fucking Shelby's wife. Stepping out of my heels, I drop half a foot, being only five foot four, I had to put on heels to feel superior. I wore a long black dress, tight around my waist and gave my breasts the illusion that they were bigger than it seemed. It was my first time coming back to Small Heath, I had to dress the part.

Everything about me was different. My French hairstylist gave me shorter that was unruly. She called it sex hair, something new.

I walked past the living room and went straight upstairs. Leaving my bag at the foyer, I grabbed the railing like I usually did as I ran. Feeling a bit excited as I pushed open the door to reveal what used to be my bedroom.

I'm baffled to see the master bedroom turned into a fucking office. With a large oak table and master chair, I look around trying to place my belongings but fail to. He's changed this entire room, the sick fuck.

"Thomas!" I shout but he's entered the room now.

"You like what I did with the place?" He asked, letting out a stiff cough as he pulled out yet again another cigarette. He rolls it over his lip, lighting it with a match.

I turned around and shook my head. "You bastard. What did you do with the bed?"

"Well–" He walked towards the window and cracked it open.

I walked around him and turned on the walk-in closet light, but the closet wasn't overflowed with my clothes. No. There was nothing there. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mutter.

"Once you left so abruptly, Arthur came 'round first. And we decided to burn all of it. The clothes, the shoes, the fucking lingerie." He scoffs.

"That bed costed a damn fortune you–"

"We didn't burn the bed." He murmured, looking out the window. "I had Lizzie Starke over, alongside other women I met along the way." He let out a chuckle, and smoke oozed out of his mouth. "No. We didn't burn the bed."

There's a soft silence that sits between he and I. He doesn't pretend that what he says isn't painful. No, Thomas doesn't pretend.

"You're pathetic." I try to combat what he said to me.

"I was a husband without his wife." He corrects me and turns to meet my eyes. "I guess we both fucked other people, didn't we Joanna?"

I felt like he was pulling a dagger out of my heart.

"You said you want to work on things." I cross my arms over my chest. "You want to try and mend our marriage, do you?"

"Francis saw me in a state the day I wrote that letter to you. She said I was so drunk she feared for her life." He was lost in the sight outside. The foggy haze that sits in the courtyard. I look outside too, and wonder if Thomas sees all of the people he's murdered staring up at him. A chill rolls up my spine. "She threatened to phone you if I didn't write you that letter."

"You were drunk then." I stiffen. Turning my gaze I don't tell him about my truths and all that I've been up to in France. No, I decide against it. Thomas might act mighty, but he's got a broken heart that is so weak and unstable. Even though I so desperately want to push him over the edge, I'm afraid I'll lose all of him.

"Jo?"

I look up and meet his eyes, I hold my breath when he approaches me. "What?" I asked, taking a step back.

"I did miss you." He tells me, taking a step closer. "I wrote to you, not only because we should work on our marriage but because I did miss you."

"Thomas-" I say, turning my face.

He made me tremendously sad. The thought of Thomas being alone did break my heart. He was the man I fell in love with so many years ago– I have a right to feel upset knowing he isn't well. I always tell myself I've married a God and a Devil. Thomas before the war was a saint, an absolute angel who simply enlisted to service England. But the man who came back didn't know his past. It's like a wall came right up and a new man came back to me. He had the same body, the same eyes, hair, lips, same voice and same height. But the man that came back from France was a monster.

There is a part of me that regrets what I've done to him. A part of me feels like I've done him a disservice, because I did leave him. I left when he got lost in the money, and the gang. I left when Luca Changretta tried to murder me. And it wasn't because I was scared of that Italian prick, no, it was because instead of having Thomas console me, he asked if I was working with the bastards. It broke me. Oh it broke me.

"I know you inside and out." He says, before running a hand through my hair. "And I know you've missed me."

I shiver, as his hand caresses my cheek. Looking up into his eyes, I beg him to hold me and kiss me. I lick my lips and pour my heart into his eyes. I haven't seen Thomas in months, five months to be exact.

I decide in that moment to keep my mouth shut, he doesn't deserve to know that I am still madly in love with him.

His thumb rolls over my bottom lip. And he watches as my lips part, he wants me as bad as I want him, and that makes me heat. He puts his other hand on the other side of my face and and pulls me in, holding my face up to his, I stare into his eyes and wonder what he's thinking about, and why he hasn't kissed me.

"You left me." He notes.

I feel a sense of anger creep up, I want to slap him now and he seems to not care. "Have you ever wondered why?" I ask. "Have you ever thought about why I decided to leave you?"

He doesn't speak, but instead his hands drop and I feel hallow again. He walks away, throwing his hands up.

"Joanna-"

"No!" I cry, "I left because you changed and I didn't even know the man I was sleeping with! I felt, I-"

"Fucking enough!" He snaps.

I freeze now. Petrified by his yelling. "Thomas–" I put my hand over my mouth, my fingers tremble.

"You should have fucking told me!" He snapped. "Not fucking left!"

Yes my execution was poor, and I should have told Tommy but, no! "You should have known something was wrong, you bastard. Don't pin this on me. Don't even dare!"

"So what now?" He throws his hand up, turning around. "If you don't recognize your husband, what no? Eh! What do you want to do, Jo?"

I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel sick to my stomach, I exhale through my mouth and open my eyes.

"I don't know." I reveal.

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Gotta rewatch HZGG3.

Unpopular opinion: I thoroughly enjoyed HZGG3 as a kid , watched this front to back on VHS 2003-2004 from basically because it was one of the last VHS dramas we had. Also, at the time I was too young (dumb) to realize this was a sequel to part 1 and 2 (I distinctly remember going "didn't we borrow this set already" the day we hauled the boxes in front of the tv)

Blurbs before I rewatch:

my fav was always er kang. he already had a big boy job when yongqi/er tai/xiao yan zi were still in school. he was an ADULT. also 周杰 is one of the few actors to this day that i can fully understand without subtitles??! 台词功底棒棒哒

it's astounding how much of the dialogue i still retain after 20 years lmfao

also er kang got so hot between hzgg 2 and 3

if er kang killed musha in the desert, the drama would have ended. 天上人间was er kang/zi wei's story, not so much yongqi/xiao yan zi.

zi wei almost killing her self against er kang's casket TT

during er kang/zi wei's meet cute, when she crawls towards him, it mirrors years later when she crawls towards him in Burma ;;

im always thinking about xiao yan zi/晒书日 and her miscarriage

qing er running away from the palace/lao fo ye after growing up there her WHOLE life holy shit, does she even know how to work in the fields

lao fo ye drugging all her grand kids 奶奶你好狠啊 still rings in my head lmao

xiao yan zi and zi wei watching their husbands go off to WAR TT

in the very begining, er kang gets shot with arrows and yong qi almost gets stomped on by an elephant, xiao jian chose to save his brother in law. not the other guy lmao

when xiao yan zi flipped out at huang ah ma and YONG QI HIT HER WITH THAT VASE?????!!!!!!!!

the entire OST is A+++. Ma Yili lip sang everything. 只要有你 had the whole cast singing with even distributed lines??? Zhou Jie's singing voice??? Leo Ku's high notes???

er kang /zi wei really gave off husband and wife vibes ;;

"she's your sister dude. she got that thing on her butt. as her husband who can look at her butt, can confirm."

zi wei didn't want her son after she thought er kang died ;;

er kang's parents were the best parents

the cute way xiao yan zi packed literal snacks for yong qi to eat on his way to war. sweet summer child.

qing er at xiao jian "i could maybe ask lao fo ye if you had some achievements" bro

that boy made qing er run after him IN THE RAIN

excuse me . xiao yan zi and yong qi banged in yunnan AND XIAO YAN ZI NAMED HER KID NAN ER. like how cute. but lady, you announced this at your brother's wedding haha.

"er kang, you're daughter in law is reporting for duty"

this whole entire gang is like LET ME CHOOSE WHO I LOVE. but also "lets have our kids marry each other"

xiao jian got raised by his adoptive parents who were an ethnic minority so his wedding ceremony followed their custom jfsldkfdsl

why was xiao jian so mad lmao. he clearly chilled out in hzgg 2 when the gang went home

hzgg 1 and 2 xiao yan zi would never say "he is my life" about yong qi lmao

leo ku's eyes were so sparkly here.

i think i watched the scene where er kang got poisoned during war and taken back to the camp like 40 times hahaha.

"don't tell zi wei i got hurt" oh husband

that moment when xiao jian lifts qing er's veil. A++++ acting

when xiao yan zi used up her entire dictionary's worth of cheng yu at her brother's wedding IM CRYING

why did qiong yao write zhi hua as a han....as if a han could ever be empress in a manchu dynasty.

zi wei and er kang's couple talks at night about yong qi and xiao yan zi lmao. i still need a spin off of zi wei/er kang's married life without burma/musha.

that time dong er got sick with small pox and er kang was SUCH A CUTE FATHER ;;

er kang's parents were ok with zi wei staying with dong er who was infected with small pox but his mom was like GET OUT OF THE ROOM YOU'VE NEVER HAD SMALL POX. DID YOU FORGET HOW SHUN ZHI DIED?!

"would i feel happy/complete if i only had dong er and not you? no. there's a place in my heart that's only for me and you" TT

dong er watching MOMMY AND DADDY KISS LKFJSDLKF

zi wei and er kang watching the scenery , asking what they were thinking about what they were both thinking about at that moment, they both said dong er and Zi Wei was just so astounded and so happy. chill woman haha.

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How you durrin?": Chuck Knipp, Shirley Q. Liquor, and Contemporary Blackface by Jennifer Schlueter

The problem with Shirley Q. Liquor

Blackface drag performer may leave listeners In stitches, but what's up with the Confederate flag?

Queen of Dixie Shirley Q. Liquor Do stupid people work your last nerve? Do you like to go out and holler at the hot guys? Do you like to get your groove on every now and then? Have you ever participated in an Internet chat room?

Of course, the answer to all of these questions is probably yes.

You may not have realized it, but you have a great deal in common with one Shirley Q. Liquor.

If you don't know her, think of Edina of AbFab fame as a welfare mom with 19 kids who lives in the projects of Orange, Tex. Shirley Q. Liquor loves to get her groove on with a 40-ounce along with her number one girlfriend, Watusi Jenkins — that is whenever she can get a break from dealing with her enormous brood.

If there's one thing Shirley simply cannot stand, it's "ignunce." "Ignunce" comes in many forms — from the suicidal banana headed lady who lives across the street to the spectacle of line dancing.

Shirley pontificates on any number of subjects on her latest CD, Queen of Dixie.

Whether she's trying to get all of her children on the Greyhound to go visit her sister-in-law or giving the pre-flight checklist as a stewardess for Ebonics Airways, Shirley Q. Liquor is undeniably, hysterically funny.

Shirley is also a stereotype of an African- American woman on welfare portrayed by a gay white man, Chuck Knipp, from Beaumont.

Oh yeah, Knipp also wears black makeup when he performs as Shirley Q.

If all of this smacks of racism to you, you are not alone.

Taken at face value, Shirley might be reminiscent of black caricatures from the '30s and '40s, but we exist in a post-modern, post-political correctness world.

Knipp, the creator of Shirley Q., believes that most people — even black people — are smart enough to know the difference between hatred and what he characterizes as "good-natured comedy" and satire involving parody of Southern Black culture.

It is true that many black people do seem to love Shirley Q.

If you live anywhere in Texas, you may have even come across someone like Shirley Q. and most likely remember her fondly.

Most gay men can really appreciate her way-over-the-top take on life that is so wrong that it's right.

In many ways, Shirley Q. is a mirror to our own subculture.

She just happens to be a black woman with 19 children living in public housing without insurance.

Think about it for a second — if gay men could get pregnant, who among us would not have at least 19 children?

By John Baker Contributing Writer

Re: Dan, I know I got weird the last 24 hours and I figured out why. I felt like I sold out and betrayed my whole ancestry based on rumours and 3rd hand accounts making them seem like drunken Klansmen, when I have zero proof of any of it. I felt like I made them all into caricatures instead of real, full people. These are just a FEW of the things I admire/enjoyed about our visit: How thoughtful you were to get me a literal granny-jug of Bacardi. How sensitive you were to my micro-moods. The way you turned a “5 minute story” into a complete movie script of paranoid madness. ( I still have chills behind it) Not even caring if Karen the maid was a holy roller (she’s not), but cussing like a sailor in front of her. (She loved it, and she now loves you) Aunt Bunny picture and the story behind it Your imitation of the drag whore from Risky Business was SPOT ON. I never saw that one coming. How appreciative you were of memory foam and 15K BTU window units You sent me on a re-learning expedi

First albums my daddy bought me in 1971

_Dark Shadows soundtrack

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Apo on the Wall: The Relationship Between the Past and the Present.

This blog entry talks about the poem written by BJ Patino titled "Apo on the Wall". The work walks us through a child's point of view, a child's curiosity challenged and the questions he forms while looking up at his father; looking up at his role model named "Apo". The poem has parallels to Martial Law and the subsequent reign of late President Ferdinand Marcos and quite a look back on that time in our history. Contrasts between the softness of the child's mind of how he always wonders what his dad is up to, always yearning and the harsh disciplinary aura his father gives off, almost filled with silent vigor and prowess.

WHAT I LIKED ABOUT THIS POEM

The poem, as it begins, really sets the mood for how the child feels and sees and how YOU, the reader sees and feels. It almost had this thriller-esc tone to it, making the reader imagine a cold office filled with his strict and reserved father's things, and that big framed picture of Apo at the center of it all. I love me some good description, the one's that really set the mood for what's in front of you and of what's to come. I liked the simplicity of this poem, of how, everything is literal but every literal word used has this mirror that means so much more and we know and understand that it does. The "Apo" part referring to the trying times of the Martial Law rule was very on the nose as it obviously referenced the late dictator/president. To summarize, most people don't read poems as they don't wish to read too much into things (literally) and poems are just too deep and always has this mystery to it but for an avid poem reader and writer, I can safely say this poem is for everyone and really leaves a mark for those who read and experience it.

HOW THE POEM MADE ME FEEL

As stated, I felt a creeping thrill when I read it. I felt like I was the child of the father, I felt like I was standing in front of the painting in that very room looking wondrous and peaking in questions. I felt so IN it at that moment. Though, in my personal opinion, there's always been this scary tone or chilling tone in anything related to Martial Law or stories about it; the dark, gloomy vibe so-and-so's grandmother or grandfather experienced back then and how it was so constricting to be in the Philippines at that time because freedom was nowhere to be found. And the poem really honed in on that, what really made me feel everything was when the child was scolded, harshly I might add, by snooping around. Because at the beginning all ever felt was curiousty as readers but now, reading that part of the poem made me reminsce on the times MY parents or more specifically, my Papa scolded me quite harshly for playing outside for too long until the wee hours of the sunset.

THE MESSAGE I GOT FROM THE POEM

The message I got from this poem is that, dictatorship and all that history is still with us till today. That sense of dread looking back at the times where thousands of Filipinos suffered under the regime and how hopeless it all was. The poem gave me the words of "look back to look forward", because if we do not acknowledge the history of our past and disregard all the important happenings of that era, we cannot move onto a brighter future and thrive.

HOW IT AFFECTED MY APPRECIATION FOR THE PAST & THE PRESENT

The poem made me wonder, like the child was at that moment. That what he was looking at was not just a painting of a creepy old guy who probably has passed on, but it was a lesson. A lesson that we can all learn from, not just from this instance but from our own. It made me appreciate knowing rather than being blind sighted, the past is the mirror to your future so use it. I am thankful to not have lived through that and to not have had any of my older relatives suffer through President Ferdinand Marcos's rule but I am not so ignorant as to not think of the people who fought, who lost and who were taken advantage of just because of the privilege they seek to have and have been denied of. I will always keep that part of history in my mind and soul, because without it I would be as naive as a child looking at a painting wondering, scared, afraid.

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What is their reaction when they find out that they may have grown attached to you ?

You know how Jason can be very insecure and self-conscious ? Well. Prepare for a whole new level. He will check himself in the mirror when you're not looking, and if he doesn't like what he is seeing ? He will smash the mirror and go in a corner to sit and move back and forth, to give himself some reassurance. He still remembers what his mother used to tell him.

" Persons are a nuisance, Jason. You don't need them to survive."

But then, why does he feel like he needs you ? He feels conflicted as to what to believe.

Super jumpy ! He will jump almost every time you touch him or lose his grip of the things he is holding, often ending broken and splattered on the floor. He would be as clumsy as Jason and would want you to spend more time with him. However, he would also be scared of you breaking his heart.

" I..I c..care.."

Like many of your patients, Brahms has trouble finding his words. At first, many thought he was mute, like Jason or Michael. This is why hearing him speak to you always means it is important.

" I..I care.."

He wants to say many things, how he cherishes every moment you spend together, how you make his heart race everytime you are near him or how he wants you to be by his side forever..But, he can't. He can just hope that what he feels can be expressed through eye contact. You may not understand what he wants to say, but you still try to understand. You put your hand on his and reply with a compassionate smile.

" I care about you too. You are a very good friend, Brahms.."

Did you just indirectly friendzone him ? Possibly..You walk out and Brahms sighs before sitting on his bed while hugging his doll to comfort him.

" You turn me on."

He will be absolutely frank about it. He will just step up and tell you in front of anyone. He doesn't give a damn if the others hear him as well. Also, creep alert, will watch you sleep. He will sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night and just look at you sleep. He wants to touch you so bad, but he knows that that would wake you up. And he doesn't want that. He will just admire you from afar, even pretend that you may like him back. He would just want to get close to you, to look at you and wonder what you may be dreaming about..hoping that you are dreaming of him.

" Oh my sweet..You look so perfect when you sleep.."

Now..You know how Five is very serious about his relationship with Dolores ? Well, you better be prepared by lots of imaginary fights between the two of them, and even a break-up ! *gasp* Drama. He would be in a very bad mood and would scream and attack everyone that approaches his personal space. He would also smash everything in his room. Like, everything. So much that the other nurses would be too scared of him and ask you to handle it.

" Hey. Are you okay, Five ? Did something happen ?"

He would snort and look up at you with visible frustration.

" You happened. Dolores and I broke up. Not that she was one to share her feelings anyway."

You frown in incomprehension before asking with a small airy laugh.

" I don't understand, what does that have to do with me ?"

Your question seems to trigger a nerve and he suddenly stands up to look at you dead in the eye with anger and, somehow, pain..

" Everything ! You're too nice ! Too forgiving ! Too perfect ! You wiped our past as if it was nothing, goddammit ! We're serial killers, Y/N! We're monsters and you treat us as if we were..as if we were.."

He doesn't get to finish that sentence as he seems on the verge of tears. He jumps on his bed to sit and hide his face behind his knees. You seem to finally understand the problem and sigh before sitting next to Five.

" It's okay to have feelings, Five. You can't hide them forever. I'm sorry if it upsets you but, I don't think you're all that bad. Sure, you kill and even eat people. But, I've seen you change. You are a lot less violent and a few more months ? And I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time."

He looks up at you again with a sort of desperation, very uncharacteristic of Five, before finally asking in a tearful voice.

" What if..What if I don't want to go back ? Out there, I'm just a freak. But, here ? I got.."

He doesn't finish his sentence, but you guess what he is going to say and smile understandingly.

"..Friends ?"

He doesn't answer, he only suddenly hugs you tightly and hides his face in your skirt. You hesitate before slowly petting the top of his head affectionately. The gesture seems to relax him, but he quickly straightens up and wipes his tears away. He then stands up and apologizes.

" I..I'm sorry, it was highly inappropriate of me. I'll..I'll let you work."

Before you could say anything, he runs out of the room and leaves you confused and worried.

Lots of uncontrollable laughter. More than usual. He is very nervous when you're around him and sometimes cries while laughing, showing that he is deeply ashamed of his condition. He is very bipolar and will sometimes act very casually around you, only to break into tears when you leave the room. He will stare at you and turn his gaze away as soon as you would notice.

" Well, would you look at that ? Sir Sh*tty the clown seems to have a little crush on the nice nurse.."

Pennywise would tease him about it while Penny cackles behind him. Arthur glares at them both before either ignoring them or leaving the room.

No. Nope. Certainly not. He will try to hide from you. He knows very well what he is feeling, and also what happens to the people he feels this way towards. He just managed to get rid of his curse, he is not about to risk getting on a murder rampage again ! Every time he would see you, he would pretend to be busy or hide. One time, he even jumped out the window to get away from you. It is very odd since Michael is normally the most chill and calm out of all the patients. But one look at you ? And he becomes a panicking mess. He has to get away. He doesn't want to hurt you like he hurt everyone else close to him, like he hurt his family..

" Me ? Having feelings ? Ah !"

One word: denial. He doesn't want to hear about things like feelings. He saved you ? Bah. It was only because he was bored. He will deny everything, but still follow you and pop up out of nowhere to see what you're doing. He enjoys talking to you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

" Pennywise..You're staring again."

Penny would gently warn him as his big brother would pretend to not have done such a thing.

" Can't an old clown appreciate to look at nice things sometimes ?"

Penny frowns, not understanding his big brother's words until Freddy intervenes by popping next to him with a huge grin.

" Let it go, kid. Your big bro is just too much of a chicken to go talk to her.."

Pennywise growls in annoyance at Freddy before raising his middle finger at him.

" F*ck off Freddy ! At least I don't watch her sleep like a total perv !"

That would result in a fight that you would have to break. Again..

" Pennywise..I think I'm sick.."

Pennywise would admit some day to Pennywise that would sigh in annoyance.

" Stop saying stupid sh*t. You know very well that we can't be sick."

But, upon seeing the devastated face of his brother, Pennywise sighs loudly before turning towards him to focus his whole attention on him.

" Fiiinnneee...Tell me."

Penny's mood seems to lit up as his brother seems to be willing to listen to him.

" OK, so it concerns the nurse, Y/N. Everytime they are near me, I feel things in my stomach, like a million kids were kicking me in there..Everytime they touch me, I feel as if a part of me in my chest is about to burst and I feel warm, very very warm. And then, I feel very very bad when they talk to anyone else..It's horrible. I want it to stop..Should I eat them ?"

Pennywise stays silent for a while before saying with an unusual straight face.

" Penny.."

He starts, but Penny starts panicking as he sees the sour look on his brother's face.

" Oh ! It's bad, isn't it ?! What is it ?! How long do I have ?!"

Pennywise rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's exaggerated reaction before cutting him off in his worried questions.

" Shut up, you idiot ! You're not dying. You're just feeling.."things" for them."

Penny stops talking and frowns in confusion, his eyes diverging in deep concentration, as if trying to understand Pennywise's words.

" Things ?! What things ?!"

He finally asks with his eyes wide open in obvious loss and Pennywise face-palms himself before answering with a loud sigh.

" You're falling in love, you dumb f*ck !"

At the word, Penny's face freezes and his smile goes downwards as he realizes that his older brother is right.

" Oh, sh*t.."

He curses and Pennywise frowns, as Penny hates curses.

" Language ! I'm the only one allowed to use curses, remember ?!"

Penny nods before asking in a worried tone.

" How do I get rid of it ? I don't like it.."

Pennywise can't help but feel sorry for Penny, as he knew better than anyone that there was no turning back..

" I'm sorry kid. But if it's really love ? You can't..like I can't.."

Penny's eyes widen at his brother's confession.

" You..You..love her too ?"

Pennywise seems to realize what he just said and groans before walking away. He didn't want anyone to know, even though Penny is his brother. Penny understands the wish of his brother to be left alone and starts walking out in the garden to think over what his older brother said..Could it be ? Could he really be falling in love ?

Bonus : The deal

The Horde is blindfolded and dragged to another room where a man and a woman are waiting for them. At first look, he can already tell that this man is one of the unworthy. The unbroken. The weak..His interest is cut short and he then turns towards the woman sitting next to him. Now, this one was interesting..Her eyes betrayed a much deeper complexity and she had a scar running from her forehead to her left cheek that proved she was worthy.

" You..You are broken. Rejoice.."

The woman smiles, but before she could start talking, her partner does it for her.

" Mister Wendell Crumb, we have a mission for you."

But Kevin only grits his teeths at the man.

" You are impure..I want to kill you.."

The man arks an eyebrow, but ignores his threat.

" Fine. Whatever. But first, I want you to be my spy. We didn't get you out of this prison for nothing, mister Wendell Crumb. We want you to be our little spy in the facility. We want you to find out how a certain miss L/N managed to control the patients outside of the facility. Do that, and you'll be as free as a bird..Do we have a deal ?"

He frowns, they wanted him to spy on a nurse ? She must be quite special for them to go to such lengths, to use him as a spy..Yes, quite the unique prey. The Beast was already impatient and Kevin licks his lips before nodding.

" Fine, but on one condition. When you're finished with her, I get to eat her heart.."

The request seems to take the man aback, but it is the lady that Kevin is looking at. She smiles coldly before nodding in agreement.

" Deal."

Kevin finally smiles widely and can't help the excited giggle that gets out from deep within him. Then, the dark and low voice of the beast makes itself heard as the smile grows almost ferocious as he announces. .

" Let the hunt begin.."

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: Things finally explode between you and Nate, and Pietro decides to get to the bottom of whatever is going on between you and Wanda, though in usual Pietro fashion AKA not subtly at all

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is very beefy, i must admit, but i think you'll all enjoy the outcome 😂💘

Dinner with the Maximoffs wasn't as strange as I envisioned. Her parents were sweet and the twins did their best to make me feel comfortable. Wanda still seemed mildly frustrated whenever Pietro and I would talk though, and I figured she may have thought I was lying when I told her I didn't like him like that. I hoped that wasn't the case.

After dinner, Wanda took me upstairs to show me her bedroom. I'm not sure how to describe it other than it seemed so Wanda.

"I'm guessing red is your favourite colour," I said when I saw the hints of scarlet in her bedroom. On her walls, in her bedding, on her pillows. Just like her car and her jacket, they were all bright and very her.

"Great observation, Sherlock," she teased with a sly smile.

I returned the smile, sticking my tongue out at her playfully, before having a walk around and coming across her massive CD collection and CD player. Her music taste was actually quite similar to mine, which I definitely didn't expect. It just made her ten times more attractive to me which wasn't good, but oh well. I was here for a good time, not a long time. And my crush on Wanda Maximoff would surely be the death of me.

"D'you have any CDs at all?" she asked, joining my side when she noticed me staring at the shelf.

I crossed my arms, glancing at her. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to collect them, but it's just so much easier to have Spotify, y'know?"

My intention wasn't to make her laugh, but God I was glad I did when her eyes crinkled and the sound rang around the room, making my heart pinch with adoration.

After giving me some of her pyjamas, the two of us got ready and brushed our teeth before I realised she wanted me to share bed with her.

"You wanna watch some TV before bed?" she asked, clearly not registering my hesitance to slide into her Queen-sized bed.

I swallowed hard. "S-sure."

She turned on the TV at the end of her bed as I slipped in beside her, still a bit rigid as I kept a fair distance from her.

"What you feeling? Comedy? Drama? Horror?"

"Anything is fine with me," I said, still tense.

She hummed in acknowledgement before leaning down on her pile of pillows behind her, edging closer to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as her hair tickled my arm from where she was laying.

"You comfortable?" she checked in, leaning backwards so her head was upside down to see me. "I have more pillows if you need them."

I offered her a small smile, hoping it disguised my nerves. "I'm good."

She nodded before flicking through the channels and eventually settling on reruns of The Office. It took time, but I eventually overcame my initial shock of sharing bed with the girl I had a major crush on and instead relaxed, getting comfortable under the covers.

After watching some TV, we called it a night and fell asleep quite quickly, the day taking its toll on us. For once, I wasn't panicking about doing something stupid. I simply fell asleep, trying to ignore the heat she emanated from beside me.

It was a peaceful night – her bed was super comfortable – and I woke up to the sound of Wanda moving about in her bedroom.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked when she saw me moving about under the blankets. I tried to blink away the sleep as she continued, "I was gonna wake you soon. School starts in an hour."

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, before sitting up and seeing she was practically already dressed. That meant she would have been up for a while, meaning she would have seen me fast asleep. God, I hated when people saw me sleeping. It always felt so weird.

"It's okay," I got out tiredly, before running a hand through my hair.

"You sleep well?" she asked, spinning around in her chair, her makeup half done. "I tried my very best not to use you as a teddy bear."

She was joking, but I felt my neck grow warm at the thought and damn, it was just way too early to be flustered.

"Yeah, I slept great," I settled, feeling her gaze on me. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, and something told me it wasn't just a friendly response but that she actually meant it. Maybe it was the kind smile on her lips as she said so. "Just like last night, if you wanna use anything in the bathroom, go for it."

I gave her a thumbs up, taking a moment to wake myself up a little more, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to Wanda's room, I saw she'd already made the bed and had laid my clothes on top of it.

"I've got a shirt you can borrow," she said when I grabbed my jeans.

"Oh, I can just wear the same thing again, it's no biggie," I told her, already grabbing my shirt.

She pouted before grabbing a shirt from her closet. "Just hold on. You'll love it."

In no time, she came out from her closet and held out a Paramore tee shirt on a hanger towards me.

"I got it from the last concert I went to," she explained. "I thought you'd like it."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Wow, Wanda. Really? You don't mind?"

She nodded, shaking the shirt as emphasis for me to take it. I did, having a look over it and smiling to myself.

"I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow," I promised, taking it off the hanger and holding it with my jeans. "Thanks."

"You can keep it," she said, scratching the back of her head apprehensively. "I've got loads."

"Oh, no, I can't do that," I began to deny, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm giving it to you," she said, before smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you'll look better in it anyway."

Again with the warmth spreading up my neck...

"I doubt that," I quipped with a small smile.

"Go! Go get changed," she said, already pushing me towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I snickered, letting her shove me into the hallway, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. The shirt was oversized, so there was no need to be worried it wouldn't fit. It was actually really nice, plus I liked it that extra bit more knowing Wanda gave it to me. Though I knew I wouldn't keep it. It was hers and she was just being nice.

When I finished making myself look presentable, I headed downstairs and found the twins at the kitchen counter, chatting between themselves. Their chatter ceased when I walked in, with Wanda biting her lip and looking me up and down with satisfaction.

"I was right," was all she said, making me nervous. "You do look better in it than me."

—

The day after that, I did as I said I would and returned Wanda's shirt to her, washed, folded and ironed. Knowing she wouldn't accept it without a fight, I left it in her bag when she wasn't looking during class.

I should have expected her to approach me at my locker afterwards.

"It was supposed to be a gift," she said, and I saw her pretty face reflected in the mirror hung inside my locker.

I turned around, already knowing what she was talking about.

"I told you I couldn't accept," I said politely, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate it though." She seemed disappointed which obviously didn't help with my feelings for her, so I took a leap and added, "Maybe I can get my own at their next concert. In the summer, right?"

She picked up on what I meant and smiled, stifling a laugh. Running a hand through her hair, she met my gaze and I found myself frozen in place as always, unable to look away. I wondered if she knew what she was doing when she did that, knew that she was giving me heart palpitations every time her lips turned into a playful smirk and dark eyes studied me curiously.

My eyes drifted to her lips subconsciously and she must have put on some lip balm or something, prior to finding me just now, as they looked shiny and pink and just so damn kissable. Nate was one lucky guy.

—

Having faced issues with Nate three times now (AKA the three times he happened to launch a football at my head), I'd figured I wouldn't be seeing the last of him. He was a dick, meaning he had a natural inclination to piss people off, particularly me. But I never thought he'd go for Y/BF/N.

We were chilling by our lockers, chatting about his film project, when his books suddenly got knocked out of his hands and he was shoved against the lockers. I straightened up when I saw it was Nate, looking pissed off as he had Y/BF/N's shirt bundled in his fist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off, but he merely pushed me back.

"This isn't your business," he said to me before glaring at Y/BF/N, who was quiet with panic. "You. You've been hanging around my girlfriend and I don't like it."

The colour drained from Y/BF/N's face as Nate slammed his hand to the lockers beside his head, startling him.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Wanda!" he ordered, and students were starting to pick up on the fight that was clearly about to break out. "You fucking hear me, you nerd? Stay the fuck away!"

Poor Y/BF/N nodded his head, eyes avoiding Nate's. Meanwhile, I was angrier than Nate probably was. Y/BF/N had done nothing wrong. Maybe Nate had just seen Wanda hanging with me and because Y/BF/N was always with me, assumed the worst. Either way, this was no way to handle the situation and I was not gonna let this dick threaten my friend.

"Get the fuck away from him, Nate," I said through gritted teeth, glaring a hole into the side of his head.

Nate barely glanced my way. "I told you this isn't your business, honey."

"Five seconds," I said, standing behind him as a crowd began to form. "You've got five seconds or I'm gonna kick you."

He seemed to ignore me as he tightened his grip on Y/BF/N's shirt, only pissing me off more.

"Five," I began to count down, the grip on my books tightening with nerves and anger. "Four."

He still didn't look my way, just kept slapping Y/BF/N's face to scare him.

"Three, two, one," I said quickly, tired of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Without waiting anymore, I kicked him between the legs with full force, watching as he instantly let go of Y/BF/N and doubled over. Everybody began to laugh, some making 'ooh' noises, but the consensus was clear – it definitely sucked to be Nate right now.

I tried not to laugh as I watched his face scrunch with pain, turning red. I was starting to appreciate my choice of wearing my doc marten boots today.

"No more balls for the guy who keeps throwing them at my fucking head," I got out, jaw clenching.

He looked up, his face crossing with realisation as he recognised me. In response, he glared in my direction, but it didn't faze me.

"Come on, Y/BF/N," I said, looking to my startled friend. "Let's go."

"What on Earth is going on over here?!" a teacher's voice rang out in the distance, and I groaned internally.

When I turned to leave, I heard Nate from behind me, grunting with dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' dyke," he mumbled under his breath, and I paused, clenching my fists.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/BF/N tried to stop me, but I was too pissed to care.

I spun around and punched Nate square in the face, feeling good as his smirking face scrunched in pain and his back hit the lockers from the impact.

"Woah!" a teacher came out of nowhere, shoving herself between us and pushing me away from him. "What the hell is going on here?!"

I shook my hand to ease the pain on my knuckles, though the pain couldn't stop the grin on my lips as Nate raised his hands to his face, holding his busted nose. Students were going crazy, egged on by the potential fight, and for once, I didn't mind the attention. Nate had that coming for a while now.

"Everybody back to class! Now!" the teacher yelled, glaring all around her, before her eyes settled on Nate and I. "You two. Nurse's office now."

Nate glared at me behind his bloody nose and, once again, I tried not to laugh. Y/BF/N patted my back, amazement written on his face, before letting me leave with the teacher and an unusually silent Nate.

—

Kicking Nate in the groin and punching him in the face wasn't something I did to get attention, yet that's exactly what happened. Word of the incident spread around the school quite quickly, so much in fact that even students from other grades became aware of the situation and were approaching me to tell me how awesome I was. The whole thing was definitely strange, but I could tolerate it.

What I couldn't tolerate was having Chemistry after lunch and wondering if Wanda knew.

Would she hate me for punching her boyfriend? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when she walked into class and sat next to me, I felt everyone's eyes subtly watching us as if waiting for her to explode at me.

I'd been given an ice pack for my bruised hand after my visit to the nurse's office earlier whilst Nate had been treated for his broken nose (the fact that I'd broken it was hilarious to me, since I knew I wasn't even that strong). The principal had a very angry yell at us both in his office, neither of us willing to reveal the premise of our fight, before giving us detention every day after school for two weeks straight as punishment. Of course, Nate got his two weeks at a different time to mine for fear I'd punch him again (he definitely didn't like that, but he couldn't exactly say that to to principal).

I didn't bother using the ice pack in Chemistry for fear Wanda may ask what was up. I successfully managed to hide my hand and as a second surprise of the day, Wanda mentioned nothing about the incident. Not one thing about her boyfriend, about Y/BF/N, about any of it. I thought she might hint at it, trying to get me to bring it up. But she didn't which made me think she actually had no idea it even happened. Had anyone told her? Had he told her? Nah, probably not. His fragile masculinity probably caused him to change the story to something else so he didn't look like a wimp in front of his girlfriend.

Whatever it was, I was safe for now.

Thinking I'd got away with a confrontation from Wanda, I went about the rest of my day as usual. Well, that was until I was replacing some books in my locker at the end of the day and saw Wanda at her locker behind me, arguing with– yep, you guessed it. Nate.

Y/BF/N was collecting some books from his own locker beside me and we both exchanged looks as we saw the two lovebirds in a heated argument. Just when we were about to leave, someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us turn around.

Wanda was stood there, backpack hanging from her shoulder, beside Nate, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hi," he started quietly, making Wanda clear her throat. He glanced at her before looking to Y/BF/N. "Look, man, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was wrong about what I said. We cool?"

I tried not to laugh at the way Nate was being forced to apologise by his girlfriend. Y/BF/N glanced to me with questioning eyes, so I simply shrugged.

"I guess...," he finally answered Nate, still a little awkward.

Nate nodded before looking to me. He still had his reservations, judging from the twitch in his expression, but for Wanda's sake, he kept his cool.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said reluctantly. "With the football and just generally."

God, it was so hard not to laugh in his face right now. His nose had gauze taped to it and it made him look like an idiot. I fake coughed to disguise my smile, before meeting his gaze.

"It's, er, cool," I said, not in the mood to be an arsehole to him, even though he deserved it. I'd punched him – I think we were equal for now.

He nodded, before staying quiet. Glancing to Wanda, he waited for her to say something. She rolled her eyes and nodded for him to leave. When he was gone, she sighed tiredly.

"I only heard about what happened after Chem class," she said, mainly to me, a guilty expression on her lips. "I'm so sorry he acted like a jerk."

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say.

"It's okay, Y/N here took care of it," Y/BF/N said, smiling with amusement at me. Okay, well now she definitely knew.

"Yeah, sorry you felt you had to do that," she said with a grimace. "I guess he deserved it though."

"Kind of," I agreed, before noticing the regretful frown on her lips. "He apologised though. It's already happened. I kinda broke his nose... No point in dwelling on it."

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah..." Her eyes fell to my bruised hand before lifting it gently. I winced at the ache, but let her hold it, studying the purple bruise painted across my knuckles. "That looks bad."

It felt good punching him though, but I wasn't about to say that since it was her boyfriend I was talking about.

"It's alright," I said dismissively, shrugging. "Nate kind of got it worse. I'll live."

The pad of her thumb stroked the bruise gently and I held my breath, the feeling of her hands holding mine sending shivers up my arm. Her eyes flickered to mine, softened with guilt, before she let go of my hand.

"I should head home," she said after a pause. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/BF/N said for both of us, sensing my loss of words.

Wanda held my gaze once more, eyes half lidded as they glanced down. Before I could even question what she was looking at, she waved goodbye and left.

"She's either starting to realise what a dick her boyfriend is or she's just really into you," Y/BF/N said, patting me on the back. "Maybe both, who knows?"

—

"You definitely cheated," I told Y/BF/N once we finished yet another round of air hockey. "Nobody wins six times in a row like that!"

He laughed at my expression. "Tell me, dear Y/N. How would I cheat? The concept of the game is simple, really. It's not my fault you're terrible."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Seventh time's the charm. C'mon."

He chuckled, about to put more money in the machine, before his eyes got distracted by something behind me. "Well, would you look at that. The Maximoff twins are here."

"Very funny," I said with a knowing look. "You can't throw me off like that. We've established I'm already terrible. Now c'mon. Let's go!"

"I wish I was joking," he said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing him, and turned around to prove him wrong, but I was surprised when I saw Wanda and Pietro walking into the arcade we were in. They seemed to spot us instantly, waving in our direction before approaching us.

"Fancy seeing you here," Pietro teased with a smile as they stopped before us.

I cracked a smile as Y/BF/N joined my side. "We're hanging out. And you?"

Wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulder, he tugged Wanda close to him. "Sibling bonding time."

Wanda rolled her eyes at his childishness, but I could tell she found it endearing all the same.

"Well, if you want, you can hang with us," Y/BF/N offered, and we all looked to him, myself raising a brow his way. He seemed to sense my reluctance, it egging him on as he grinned at them. "Y/N doesn't mind. Do you, Y/N?"

I swallowed hard as I looked between the twins. "'Course not."

And that's how I found myself playing arcade games with the Maximoff twins that Saturday afternoon. It was actually pretty fun, with Pietro being as competitive as I was and Wanda being the sweetest loser with everything she played. It was so adorable, but I ended up letting her win some games of skee-ball just so I could see that cute nose scrunch of hers as she realised she'd won.

"You gonna let me win like that, too?" Pietro caught on as he took his sister's place in playing against me. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I felt my mouth go dry at what he was implying.

"You wish," I said, playing it cool, though I wondered if he cared that I clearly let Wanda win. He wouldn't read into it, right?

Pietro took his go as he spoke. "So, I heard what happened with you and Nate at school last week."

I closed my eyes, cringing at the reminder. Pietro merely laughed.

"You kicked him super hard, right?" he asked excitedly. "I heard his face went so red with anger that you could fry an egg on it! And don't forget that punch, goddamn what I would pay to have seen that!"

"Pietro!" Wanda scolded from behind us as her and Y/BF/N played air hockey. "Don't be a tool!"

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Pietro continued to laugh. Y/BF/N joined in whilst Wanda tried to hide the smile dancing on her lips.

"You're not even together anymore," Pietro called to Wanda between laughter. Wait, did I hear that right?

"You and Nate broke up?" Y/BF/N asked with disbelief. "Our grade's 'it' couple broke up?"

Wanda ran a hand through her hair to distract from her flittering eyes. "He treated you horribly last week. Both of you." She glanced my way before looking at her shoes. "He was a jerk. It was long overdue... Also, I would have broken up with him there and then had I known what he'd said to you. I'm sorry he said what he did."

She stared at me with apologetic eyes and I wasn't sure what to say or do other than nod awkwardly and look away. The fact that she'd broken up with him put a smile on my face though.

"I just think it's awesome," Pietro admitted, before saluting playfully to me. "Thank you for your service. I knew you were awesome, but this is a whole new level."

I sighed, attempting to hide my smile, before straightening up to play. Pietro and I played some skee-ball before I decided to have a go at the claw machine. Wanda was at the one beside me, attempting to win herself a fluffy black cat plush toy. She'd had three goes before giving up, admitting to defeat.

"Typical Wanda," Pietro teased. "Giving up when the going gets tough."

She punched him in the arm, making him jump and rub it. That elicited a smile from her, making me laugh at their immaturity.

"How about Wanda and I go and get a table in the diner next door whilst you finish up winning whatever it is you're trying to win?" Y/BF/N asked, looking to me, as if assigning blame.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving this machine until I win at least one thing," I stated stubbornly.

"The amount of money you've put into the machine won't make up for whatever you win," Y/BF/N teased with amusement.

"Just go," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll be there soon."

"I'll wait with her," Pietro said, resting a hand on my shoulder, making me shrug him off jokingly. "See you soon," he added with a laugh, to his sister and Y/BF/N.

When they left, I looked to Pietro with an amused smile. "I don't need you to look after me, y'know."

He shrugged and looked through the glass of the claw machine. "I know. But I stayed to give you some advice, princess."

"Oh, really? And what advice is that?" I asked, before putting some coins in the machine to have another go.

"People usually tend to win these things for people they like, right?" he asked, nodding to the plush toys in the machine.

"Or for themselves," I corrected with a curious smile. "Take Wanda for example. How badly did she want that cat?"

He crossed his arms, smiling with amusement. "You could win it for her, y'know."

"What?" I asked, half paying attention as I attempted to grab a teddy bear.

"Win the cat for my sister and give it to her?"

I ended up dropping the teddy from the claw as I looked to Pietro with shock. He laughed at my expression, leaning against the machine.

"You do like her, right? Otherwise this is awkward," he added as an afterthought, looking down and smiling to himself.

My jaw hung open. "I– er– I never really– I don't–"

"She must definitely like you," Pietro noted, glancing at me.

I licked my lips as I found my words. "Did she," I cleared my throat, "did she say something?"

"Well, no," he said, "but she looks like she wants to murder me every time I hang out with you."

"That's just a coincidence," I said, shaking my head and looking back to the machine. "She's not–" I thought about, before shaking my head again. "No."

I appreciated Pietro's help, but Wanda definitely didn't like me like that. She was just protective of her brother and friendly to me. It didn't mean anything.

"Look, you don't have to listen to me," he said, straightening up and looking at the machine as I slotted another coin in. "But you could give it a shot. See what happens."

I glanced at him, his blue eyes watching me knowingly, a matching smirk on his lips.

"Fine," I gave in, hoping it wouldn't backfire. "Let's see what happens..."

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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 1

Note: I just had to jump in the Bucky Barnes train after watching TFATWS and with Sebastian looking like that it gave me much needed muse to get back into writing. So Here it is! I feel like this is fast paced but I'm already working on the second part. Let's see how this goes. This goes from Episode 3 and transitions to Episode 4 at the end so consider some spoilers? As always, let me know your thoughts and I'm open to ideas!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine.

The idea of going to see Zemo to get any leads wasn't something you were particularly fond of when Bucky decided to go in there by himself. Yes, you trusted the soldier, but it was Zemo who you didn't trust. He was responsible for the break up of the Avengers. If it wouldn't have been for those events you would have all been together to defeat Thanos.

Your combat skills were what gave you the spot in the Avengers. You didn't have a serum, or superpowers, no tech to give you advantage, you were just really good with guns, strategies and tactics, learned to think outside the box.

You know everything is about to go to hell when Bucky takes you and Sam to a warehouse filled with cars and starts talking about breaking Zemo out of jail.

"Do you remember what that man did to all of us? To you? To T'Chaka?" You ask between Bucky and Sam who were looking at each other, that was until the squeak of the warehouse house doors interrupted. The three of you turn to look as a shadow got closer until…

"What the hell?! You said it was hypothetical! What is he doing out, Barnes!?" You snarl and take two quick steps towards Zemo.

"We need him, Y/N!" Bucky blocks your path.

"You are going back to prison!" Sam shouts, Bucky putting his hand on Sam's chest.

"If I may…"

"No!" The three of you shout, looking at Zemo before turning to each other.

"It's the only way! We can't do this alone!" Bucky states. "When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you two backed him. You broke the law and stuck your neck out for me… I'm asking you to do it again."

"This is different! It was to protect you from him but now you are asking us to work with his ass after everything?" You question. You would do it in a heart beat because he was asking for it, but the thought of being crossed by someone like Zemo was what had you on edge.

Sam only sighed and you knew, yet again, he would go through with Bucky's plan. "Okay. If we do this, you won't make a move without our permission…" Sam says and your eyes close as you let out a huff.

You are all walking down the bridge once you get escorted to the city of Madripoor, Low Town specifically. "You need to stay in character, no matter what happens" Zemo says.

"The assistant, shouldn't be that hard" you say with a roll of your eyes.

"Anyone would love such role, Y/N. I would prefer if your dislike didn't show when we get there" he says. "It is the only way to explain why we brought a lady along to such dangerous business."

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, but thanks for your concern. That's sweet coming from someone like you" you say and you can spot Zemo smiling from your spot behind him.

"You okay?" Bucky asks once he falls behind you, looking at the surroundings and taking everything in.

"I'm not thrilled about this, but I guess we have no choice" you say as you look around, then your eyes fall on his frame. "What about you?"

"I don't know anymore…" he says before you all get inside the club.

Everyone fell silent when Bucky walked in, watching him, wondering if it really was the Winter Soldier. You have never been in the same space with Bucky in public, so the whispers and the looks had you feeling a kind of way, almost defensive, but you had to keep your role and give smiles to strangers while you walked with Zemo with your arms linked. You look around the place, leaning against the counter, hiding back a smirk as Sam drinks whatever the hell they just put in on his 'usual' drink.

"Zemo might not be welcomed here, but his assistant can stay as long as she wants" a man says into your ear and you are quick to move away.

"Excuse me?" You eye the man on your side.

"What's your name pretty face? I can get you a better job than being an assistant" the man reaches to push your hair away from your face, letting his hand linger on your shoulder and your body tenses. Sam meets your eyes and slowly shakes his head, knowing you were about to break character and beat the hell out of this man. Zemo noticed, but kept a neutral expression.

"If he doesn't take his hand off you…" You hear Bucky murmur under his breath. You gesture with your hand at him carefully to not give anything up, just raising two fingers towards him.

"Who says I want a better job?" You smirk and reach for your drink, sipping on it on one go.

Zemo turns to look at Bucky, and you have heard the words Winter Soldier in Romanian enough times to know them, so when Zemo speaks them and Bucky nods, your heart stops. He is swift in his moves and in a blur he is gripping and twisting the hand of the man that was bothering you. He looks back at you as he shoves the man away, your eyes meet for a moment before it all starts. Men from left and right start throwing themselves to him, like if they stood a chance against the Winter Soldier. Seeing him like this sent chills down your spine. Quick, agile, ruthless. His moves were so calculated, so life ending. The Winter Soldier might be gone but his skills and moves were there alright, you only hoped it was just that.

"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form" Zemo says on your side almost as if he read your thoughts.

"Make it stop, Zemo or I swear I'll jump in the fight…" you snarl.

"Stay in character or the whole place will be upon us" Zemo says and you let out a huff. "Your soldier will be fine. It's all part of the show…"

"He is not my soldier…" your eyes couldn't get away from Bucky, who now had a man pinned on the table and that's when you hear the clicking of a gun.

Things take a bad turn real quick. Sam got caught in his character thanks to a phone call. Selby got killed and now there was a bounty for her killers who were apparently the four of you, then Sharon saved your assess and took you to her place. You were getting ready for the party, something comfortable to fight should it be needed. Bucky leans against the bathroom frame while you curl your hair, "You know that will go away soon though, right? When you pick on the next fight."

"If it lasts me two minutes it would be worth it" you say with a smirk as you look at him through the mirror, placing the iron on the counter you turn to look at him, he offers you a weak smile. "Well you look handsome" you say as you eye him. The black suit looked so good on him, and it just made his blue eyes stand out.

"You look... beautiful" he blinks as he eyes you, his hands falling into his pockets.

"Well thank you" your cheeks flush. After a few seconds, your gaze softens when you feel he is...off. "Are you okay, Buck? I know that what you did back there..." you trail off.

"I'm fine. Its just… I'm still processing..." he shrugs.

"You shouldn't have gone through with the plan. We could've found another way…"

"We didn't have time to find another way. Zemo knew that way would give us the information we needed" he says.

"I still don't like that he is using you like this..." you say with a frown.

He remains silent for a moment, wetting his lips before speaking. "Y/N, I know we-"

"You two done?" Sam interrupts and James takes an annoyed intake of breath, your gaze drops.

"Yeah" James walks away without a look back and you chew on your lower lip.

"Did I interrupt something?" Sam says with a smug smile.

"Get out" You walk out of the bathroom and Sam throws his arm around you, laughing.

"You two were having a moment there, weren't you?" Sam teases as you walk, poking on your shoulder. "Listen, you gotta do this smoothly. He is all rusty. He hasn't had a date in like 70 years."

"He probably wants to be by himself to finish that notebook, and right now nothing can distract us" you frown.

"You distract each other already" Sam says between laughs. "One of you will be in danger and the other will run and save the other."

"That's what I mean. Zemo said it earlier, the Winter Soldier has a reputation. If he has to keep playing the part, I'll be trying to stop him even more than I already do. I can't blow off the mission because of whatever this is..."

"Alright, you got a point, but talk to him, alright? If you want, take him out of the party and work it out" Sam pats your back as you walk out to the living room area.

"Looking sharp, Y/N" Sharon says with a grin once you come out and you twirl with a laugh. "Enjoy the party. Stay out of trouble, I'll see what I can find."

"Shall we then?" Zemo asks, holding his arm out to you.

"Let's go" you link your arm with his, just to play along. After this time with Zemo you figured out you might as well enjoy yourself, there was still a long way ahead before getting rid of him again. He didn't seem so bad since he broke out, you still didn't trust him though.

Once at the party, you stick around with Zemo. Sam and Bucky are somewhere around the lounge surveying the place, you all still had a bounty on your heads anyway. Meanwhile you are with Zemo, who was making some moves that had you giggling and laughing. He took your hand and started going around you before letting go and you grin. "Should've known you were this fun I would've helped breaking you out" you tease over the music.

"Didn't had a chance" Zemo says and smiles as he claps while letting the music move him. He eyes something behind you before looking back at you. "Your soldier can't seem to stop looking at you" you want to turn around, but you decided against it.

"He is not my soldier…" you say. "He is just watching out for us. We have prices on our heads remember?" You tap your head as you say the words. "And you have him acting as our bodyguard."

"I know your hatred was fueled when I had him act in such way, and I do apologize for such plan but it was the only way" he says. "You would know if you understood how things realistically move" he says.

"Apology accepted" you say. Zemo takes your hand and twirls you, and you catch a glimpse of Bucky walking towards the two of you.

"I believe we have company" Zemo says into your ear. "You know where to find me" he says and walks out and into the crowd with his own, awkward dancing pace. You giggle at it before turning around and finding Bucky close.

His shoulders were tense under that black suit that made him look so good, and his scowl was too obvious. "Having fun with Zemo?" He asks, everyone around you was moving to the music, except him who only looked to where Zemo had disappeared to, his tongue poking in annoyance at his cheek.

"Just wanted to get to know him a bit more. Is not an everyday thing we hang with a Most Wanted prisoner" you say with a shrug. "Who you broke out of jail may I add."

"I didn't do anything" he says and his gaze averts from yours.

"For being one hundred and six you are an awful liar, Buck" you smirk, but he doesn't say anything. His hands are tucked in his pockets, eyeing everything but you. "Relax. Enjoy the music."

"This isn't my type of music" he says coldly and looks around the place once again.

"Fine…" you stop on your moves. Might as well take Sam's suggestion, plus you could see this scenario and the music was too much for him. "Come on, let's go back upstairs and talk" you hold your hand out for him and he looks at it, he hesitates before his glove covered hand wraps around yours and you lead the way.

"I told you, I'll be fine" he sighs as he sits down on the couch, you sit right beside him.

"Bullshit, Barnes" you say as you drop down. "When you were fighting those people…"

"It was just an act…I'm not a killer anymore..."

"I know, Buck" you reach to put your hand on his knee, which he eyes before looking at you. "But you didn't go to therapy to get over this only to be pulled again for a show. This isn't right."

"I'm okay, I promise…" he trails off. "I'm just getting used to all of this" his hand covers yours, sending electricity through your nerves.

"I promised Steve I would look out for you to not do anything stupid," you smile at him "I am not a super soldier or have any powers, but if I can help. I will do what I can…" you admit to him. His blue eyes look into yours and your heart stops it's beating for a second.

You hold his gaze and shift your position on the couch, your leg was already falling asleep since it was under you. "I-" he pauses and you can see his mind wondering, thinking, calculating. Sam was right, you could almost see the gears turning.

"Talk to me. I know you have something to say" you smirk.

"I guess that what I'm trying to say is, I am glad that you are with me in this mission even after everything-"

"Don't. Please…" you were sure he was going to bring up that one time where Sam, Steve and Natasha, as well as yourself, were attacked by him while trying to get a hold of Hydra. It was the first time you had seen him, you didn't know him, but you feared him. You are a mere human and he is a super soldier, the most dangerous soldier for the past years. He had tried to kill you back then one way or another, guns, knives, grenades, but somehow you survived.

Then you met him when Cap and Sam went after him, seeing him act like a normal person triggered something in you. How could someone like him turn into someone so dangerous? The time you spent watching after him, and fighting alongside the team had warmed your heart towards him to the point you admitted to yourself you caught feelings for him. How could you not? You were the only person to go to Wakanda to see him after he was freed, and it will be an understatement that you cried your eyes out when he told you the words. That was when the two of you started having a connection.

"You okay?" His voice echoes and you realize you had zoned out.

"Yeah. Sorry I was just thinking of…" he eyes you curiously, those steel blue eyes had you going weak. You inch closer and you feel him move, his head siding in a way that all you had to do was… "I'm so sorry for this, Buck-"

"What are you apolog-" and your lips muffle his words when you press them against his. You hated this. Losing your control the second you are alone with him. This wasn't right, but it felt unbelievably nice. His lips don't move, so to save yourself more embarrassment you pull away and duck your head to avoid his gaze, hoping that your hair is covering the redness of your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that…" you pull your hand away from under his, daring to look up at him. "We should go back to the-"

This time, he interrupts you. His flesh hand moving in a blur to the back of your head to bring you in for another kiss. His lips were rough on yours even when they parted slowly, but what did you expect? For him to be the womanizer Steve once told you he was? That now that he was free he would be kissing any girl? You let out a sigh of relief through your nostrils before pulling away.

"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes were soft with worry as he tried to meet yours.

"No. Gosh no" you bite your lip. "Don't apologize...I just lost myself there…" you giggle and he smiles weakly. You move forward again but stop, looking into his hues for approval before you lean in again slowly and his lips capture yours. He dares to part his lips and you tilt your head slightly, so does his, deepening the kiss only slightly.

"Y/N? Are you- Sweet Jesus!" Sam voices echoes through your ears and Bucky quickly pushes you away lightly, but enough to have you away from him.

"Sam. I-" You try to explain.

"Nuh-uh. I saw enough to know what was going on."

"Any leads?" Bucky asks, trying to divert the attention, standing up now.

"Sharon found him" Sam says. "Let's go, and no PDA while I'm around, okay?"

"When all of this is over-" Bucky starts as you two walk down the containers, Sam, Sharon and Zemo a few feet ahead.

"I shouldn't have done that" you insist. "My timing was off.."

"You make it sound like it was wrong when it wasn't" he pulls out his gun and so do you.

"It was" you nod your head as you walk. He reaches for your hand, looks at the group in front of you before he pulls you to the side behind a container, your body between the two.

"I have wanted what happened more than you know" he is soft in his words and his eyes divert to your lips for a moment. "I just...I have a past, Y/N..."

"A past you are free from now, Bucky" you point out. "You are not The Winter Soldier anymore. You have grown from that ever since Wakanda…" you assure him. "I'm not even asking you to accept it to start something because I know its way too soon-"

"You don't understand" he slowly backs away from you.

"You don't trust yourself entirely yet, do you?" His eyes avoiding your gaze made you frown. "I knew that this would have consequences. I'm going to talk to Zemo."

"Y/N, wait" he catches your arm as you turn and he brings you close. "We can't trust Zemo. You know that…" he says. "I am not sure how to explain it, but-"

That's when it hit you. "You don't want him to know we are each other's weakness…" you voice and his head nods slowly as he swallows.

"That's why we need to sort this out, but later, not during this…"

"Y/N?" Sam calls out and you frown.

"On it!" You whisper shout back.

"Be careful. I'll go in with Sam…You stay with Sharon…" he says and your head nods.

*****

"Walker I swear if you don't shut up I'll make you swallow that shield" your arms were crossed, leaning against the wall behind Bucky who was guarding the stairs. Zemo was cuffed, Sam was inside talking with Karli, Walker and Hoskins had found their way to you and now were here.

"Easy there. I'm just worried about your partner being in there by himself" he says and you notice the glare the Sargeant gives him.

"You have been messing this whole operation the moment you got here" you spat.

"Aren't you worried about Sam back there?"

"He can handle himself. He is doing what is right, unlike others" you eye him up and down and his whole face darkens, taking a step forward and you take a defiant one as well.

"Think carefully what you will do next, Walker" Bucky puts his hand on his chest.

"Let him. I can kick his ass and take that shield off his hands in a heartbeat…" you hiss.

"This is all easy for you, isn't it? All that serum rushin' through your veins. You let your partner in there with a Super Soldier, that blood will be on your hands if things get dirty in there…" Walker says to Bucky. How dare he!?

For a moment, you ponder on his words and you can't stand the thought of Sam being in there getting beaten by Super Soldiers while Walker could be right. You didn't want him to be. What if they took him? What if…?

"Buck…" you put your hand on his bicep and he looks at you, knowing very well what you wanted to do.

Of course, Walker wasn't very good with entrances since he literally waltzed in calling Karli and saying she was under arrest. Super Soldiers showed up everywhere and your eyes widened. Karli pushes Walker and then storms off running.

"Karli!" You call and look at Sam.

"Go! We got this!"

Your head nods, eyes shift to look at Bucky who was fighting a Super Soldier off before you storm to the direction Karli headed to. You see her walking down the corridor, not too far from you. "Karli, wait! This is not what it looks like!" Karli says and she stops in her tracks, looking back at you.

"It is exactly what it looks like! You are working for Captain America!"

"What? No! We hate the guy!" You admit bluntly, honesty can get you places after all, and at least she stopped. "We just want to work this out. There has to be a better way to fight for what you want, Karli…" you say and get closer.

"Yeah. There is...But first, you will help us deliver a message before we trust you again" your head tilts to the side curiously when you feel arms around you and you feel a pinch on your neck. Your eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden until you can't hold them open any longer.

-Bucky's POV-

After fighting some of the Flag Smashers off he meets with Sam, Walker and Hoskins in the middle of the building.

"We lost them" Hoskins says as he looked around.

"You made us loose them! I had everything under control until you stepped in!" Sam complained.

"Where is Y/N?" Bucky asks as he looks around.

"She went after Karli. I haven't seen her since..." Sam says, his phone goes off and Bucky is quick to move close to him as he opens the message. "They got Y/N…" Sam's brown eyes shift to look at Bucky who was clenching his jaw yet his eyes showed how worried he was, and mad for letting you go after Karli alone.

"That's it." Bucky turns on his heels and started walking the other direction.

"Bucky!" Sam calls but it didn't get the man's attention. "Bucky!"

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