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eraserbread · 2 months ago

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God forbid a girl asks for some ex-husband kento (pls 🥺)

kento really should leave. it's obvious -- this is not his home anymore.

no, it's his daughters and ex-wife's. he handed it over like stone once the divorce went final, wanting his girl to grow up in spacious security. he'll sign on a lackluster one-bedroom in the city just so all of his money can flow into keeping you afloat.

though you're perpetually trapped by him, using a bank account he monitors and living in a home you don't pay for, he still gives you grace. it's because he's guilty. kento knows he fucked you over, it's why he's pacing your bedroom door where he knows you're asleep.

he's a good dad, carving out time between missions to run and take his daughter to school. it's the one constant his little girl has, and in first grade, she's old enough to understand that he's never really around.

it's why he has her hello kitty lunch box tight in his grip that she left in his car today. he knows you need to pack it for tomorrow and would likely freak out if you lost it, so he needed to hand it to you personally.

or, that's what he tells himself to justify the anxious pacing. he needs to swallow that familiar need for you that brews in his bones and leaves him tossing and turning through his sleepless nights. It's only been a year without you; surely he can handle a lifetime, right?

all he was going to do was drop the box on your nightstand, send a quick text, and be on his way. but, you had other ideas.

it was his stupid pacing; it woke you up, and now you were staring at the windowless wall, scowling into nothingness. blankets are bunched neatly at your lace-covered waist, wrapped in a honeymoon artifact you used to show off for your husband, now your insecure ex who doesn't speak more than two sentences at a time.

unless, it's to tell you to be obedient, or stop talking.

this time, it's you who initiates the talking. "what are you doing?"

you can't see the tense in his shoulders when he realizes you're awake. he thought he could get lucky, sneaking around like a criminal. you wouldn't give him luck -- he doesn't deserve peace.

"just dropping off rin's bento box." the hard plastic hits your side table, and you shudder. his voice is deep like he's tired. "she ran out of my car like she was mad this evening... all to see you. she's a mother's girl, not like I can blame her much."

"she has like eight bentos, you could've left it."

kento sighs, letting your words overtake and shove his efforts right back in his face. "it's her favorite."

"she has eight favorites."

"okay." he deadpans. "anything else i'm doing wrong? or that I don't know?"

"nanami, we'd be here all night if I told you the truth." with every sentence, it's becoming increasingly obvious that you won't be getting much sleep. you sit up, pulling your blankets around your half-decent body. "say it. whatever it is that brought you here with the excuse of a bento."

you know better than to expect kento to listen, but you don't expect him to round the expanse of the bed, dropping to his knees right next to you. he attempts to reach for your tangled hand, but you swat him away, gaze full of indignant fires.

"forgive me... please." he's muttering, head dipped in embarrassment. since he gave you up, he's realized it as his biggest mistake. he can't calm the burning within him at night, he can't stand going back to his old ways - convenience store dinners and storefront sandwiches. but, he also can't let you be dragged into his work again. He could see the effect it pulled you into, the worry that ate you alive every time you saw him. but, there must be an answer, some alternative to cold-turkey. you are an addiction.

"forgive you? forgive you for what? breaking apart our family? giving up? giving in to your cowardice? i don't think you understand -- you leaving me doesn't just affect you and I, it affects rin in ways we won't see until it's eating us alive. that's on you. it's your fault." always level-headed, always the voice of reason even if it's painful. kento nods, but can't look at you.

"forgive... me..." he pleads, emotionless and unblinking at the rugged floor. "...please."

you scoff, pushing away from him on the bed. you crawl to the other side, the side nanami left the bento, and take it as an excuse to run from this situation.

"you're just going to walk away?"

"yes! because i'm not dealing with your bullshit." he follows you out into the hallway, past your sleeping daughters room and into the kitchen. you can feel his shadowed eyes staring at the jutting expose of your ass through the nightgown, but for some reason it doesn't bother you. emotionally, you're as disconnected as possible, but your body still likes him. i mean, it's undeniable, kento will always be the most attractive man you've ever, ever seen.

it was not you who cut those ties. never you.

and he's crowding you as you turn on the faucet, opening rin's box and putting it under. kento is on you the entire time, but he actually corners you against the sink, huge body caging you in, hands planted at your either side. his breathing is nasally and pathetic. you're scowling.

"...ignore that."

you're squinting, trying to gauge what you're ignoring. then, you can feel it. anger rises your body temperature. an erection, pressing right between the swells of your loosely covered ass. "you're genuinely so unbelievable."

you've begun washing the dish, spinning soapy water in the painted pink plastic as he breathes on your neck. you wish you can push him away and lessen him to a lifetime of sexual pining and angst, but you're stoic.

the dish is washed, you're turning around, breathless. and just as you go to close your hand over his cheek and give in, a tiny voice from the hallway catches you.

"mama?" your little girl whines, one eye cracked open in the harshness of the lights. she's all messy-haired, red-faced and sleepy. in her left hand hangs a tattered kuromi doll. "I heard... dad..."

you've never pushed kento away like this, but he's being pushed, taking it like it's nothing, too. he understands that whatever rin needs comes first - he's okay not being at your attention.

and he loves seeing you two interact as you sweep her up in your safe arms. rin settles on your hip, long legs kicking into the air as she rests on your shoulder. "sleepy."

"i know, my baby." you coo, running a hand through her hair. "want me to put you back to sleep?"

staring at her twin, her dad, rin nods her sleepy head, using a fist to tug at her right eye. "dad... bye, daddy."

"bye, my princess." kento stands from his lean on the counter, closing in to kiss rin on the cheek. he lingers for a moment, peeking up to your unreadable gaze. you make him feel so little, now. like he hardly exists as a human, let alone the father of your child and the man you loved for over a decade. "sleep well. be nice to your mama, too. I'll be here to take you to school tomorrow."

as you tuck your girl back into bed, she's peaceful. "mama? are you and dad happy again? will he live here again?"

kneeling at her bedside, you smooth the blankets over her figure, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "probably not."

she whines close-eyed, turning her face away from you. "I didn't do anything to make you mad, so why is it my fault?"

"what? rin, dad and i not being together is entirely our fault." you're mindful to the core when speaking to her, deciding it better not to pin blame on you or kento, just for the respect of her mentality.

she whines again, shoving away from your touch defiantly. she's holding kuromi like she's stressed, and it kills you.

"please, mama. please fix it."

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ce1estiall · 1 month ago

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alcohol-free

summary paige x fem!reader your friend kyra organizes a beach party for surviving finals. you bump into uconn’s basketball star as you admire the beaches view. series masterlist. | masterlist.

warnings fluff, weird guy tries to hit on reader

celestial notes ahhh i hope you guys enjoy chapter 1 of taste of love!! i have to go study now, but i really enjoyed writing this!

“i am alcohol-free, but i get drunk

though i didn’t drink at all

it happens every time i’m with you, because of the way you look at me.” alcohol-free - twice

summer had finally arrived in connecticut. the sun hitting your skin as there were no clouds in the orange sunset. the air was still hot outside, despite it being 9pm. the beach waves crashed on the shore, as the clear waters shimmered from the sun reflection. sand was in your toes, as you were having the time of your life.

you and your friends organized a beach party to celebrate finishing finals. yes, it was well deserved. those finals felt like it was an attempt to kill you. it was kind of like a staycation, enjoying yourself locally.

your friend, kyra, had the idea to have a beach bar during the planning. “it would fit the vibe, c’mon! they have a stand on the beach, we just have to bring the drinks.” she said excitedly. kyra was a type a person. always on time, organized, as her life was basically lived in a planner.

you sighed, attempting to not ruin her mood. “i don’t know, i don’t drink really, its a rare occasion that i do.”

she rolled her eyes in protest. “girl, you know other people drink. i’m not gonna opt out on this just because you’re not gonna have it. you know they also make non-alcoholic drinks, right?”

you gave her idea a thought. “ugh, fine i guess. but we’re only inviting our friend group, right?” you groaned. you were expecting just a small little party with you and your 10 friends, but that was way far off.

“yes, of course. i don’t want a lot of people there anyway. plus, you’ll have something to look forward to this summer!” kyra said with a smile, trying to cheer you up.

something to look forward to.

when you arrived at the beach and got out of your car, you observed the scene. it was crowded, but not too crowded. maybe it was just other people enjoying themselves, right?

you ran down the hill as your wavy hair was flowing in the same direction as the wind, showing off your gold highlights in the sun. a white and blue bikini top with a blue hawaiian flower in your hair, a perfect beach outfit for the start of summer. when you got to the shore, your smile faded. everyone was at the “small party”, sororities, fraternities, and sports teams. someone spread the word throughout town.

you walked up to kyra and your other friend, tonya, as they were at the bar. fairy lights were hung all around, chairs that sat towards the view of the sun setting as a fruity and alcoholic scent filled your nose. kyra turned around and sent a smile your way, as they were laughing while holding some margaritas and glasses of champagne. “hey girl!” she said, giving you a hug.

you smiled, “hey guys!” you observed the scene in awe. nothing could be better as the view. “whoever set this up did amazing.”

tonya was talking to someone else, someone who you didn’t know. she laughed then turned around to talk to you. “i know right!”

you lowered your voice, only loud enough for them to hear. “not to be rude or kill the vibe, but why is there so many people here? i thought this was only just for our group?”

tonya was clearly drunk, as she started to slur her words and laugh at everything. you saw the empty glasses infront of her and pieced the pieces together. “oh, yeah, i invited some people. hope you guys are okay with it.”

you took a deep breath, calming yourself. you were looking forward to this all month and didn’t want to ruin it in 5 minutes. “yeah, thats fine, whatever.”

you looked at the bartender. “can i just get a mimosa with no alcohol?” he nodded. you didn’t trust yourself with alcohol, and really only drank it when you REALLY deserved it. even though it was tempting, you fought that battle with yourself. you observed the crowd of people, identifying the women’s and men’s basketball team, laughing, goofing off, and dancing the night away as if they were kids again. speakers blasting with music that almost made you go deaf because of the volume.

the bartender handed you your mimosa. you tapped kyra’s shoulder. “i’m gonna go sit down near the water.” kyra nodded as you walked down just above the water. towels were scattered all over for anyone who wanted to sit on the sand. you sat down, leaning back a little as your left hand touched the sand and your right hand held your drink.

the sky started to fade into pinks and yellows, as the suns ray reflected in the ocean. the birds were chirping, flying into the sky. the sound of the water could make you fall asleep. you smiled as serotonin was flowing in your veins.

the beach was always your comfort place. no matter what was going on with your life, you would drive to the beach and be in the present. it was like all your fears and worries drifted away. you would walk into the waters, only your legs and feet exposed into the sea and scream, cry, laugh, yell. anything to get whatever it was off your chest

you admired the view as if it were art, when all of a sudden you hear footsteps plopping in the sand behind you. “mind if i sit here?”

you turned your head around to see who the person was. a tall, blonde, blue eyed girl inches behind you. you knew who it was.

paige bueckers, uconn’s superstar at the basketball capital of the world. her charisma and character is what made others so attractive to her, because of the way she acts both on and off the court.

you froze, “yeah.” scooting away to make room for her. paige gave a small, faint smile. her hair was down, wearing a blue floral, short sleeve button up with white shorts.

you broke the silence. “let me guess, tonya invited you?” you starred at her blue eyes, which seemed like they would cast a spell on you.

“bingo.” she smiled, very subtle, but noticeable for you to see. you placed your drink down beside you. “didn’t think you’d be here. thought you would probably putting some shots up.”

she chuckled. “you got jokes i see.” she pointed to the bar where her friends kk, ice, and jana were sitting, laughing and joking. “i would’ve preferred that, but my friends convinced me to come.”

“your friends did a nice job though, i’m not complaining.” paige said, looking at the waves which resembled her eyes.

“see, i didn’t know they were inviting the whole campus here. but i’m glad you’re having fun. my friends kyra mostly planned it. she’s the one with the messy bun.” you shouted kyra’s name, as she waved over to the both of you.

“what drink did you get?” paige asked, her eyes pointing to your glass.

you took a sip from your glass while looking at her. “mimosa, no alcohol.”

she groaned. “such no fun. who goes to a party and doesn’t drink?”

you fired back. “who goes to a party and expects to not have a good time? and i at least know what self control is, paige”

she smirked. “touché.” paige slowly got up from the sand. “i’m gonna order something, come.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, immediately following her like a stray dog. once you both were leaning at the counter of the bar, paige’s hands slowly grazed your waist for a split second. your body sparked, her touch leaving your waist in tingles. “one dirty shirley please.” she looked down at you, her elbow resting of your shoulder. “want anything?”

“i’m okay, thank you though.” you sat down at the bar, turning to admire the view once again. paige sat down next to you as she received her drink.

you spoke in awe, “god, you can’t deny that view.”

she took a sip of her dirty shirley. “i love the view in front of me right now.” you turned around looking at her to process what she just said. “did you just try hitting on me?”

she smirked, placing her drink down and resting her head on her hand. “interpret it as you want.” paige sent a wink towards you, which led you blushing in response. “you’re so corny, at least practice some good pickup lines before you go to a function.”

as you both were chatting it up, a random guy stumbles in front of you. he was drunk, he wasn’t even on earth anymore. he whistled while checking you out. “damn mama, you lookin’ like you needin’ someone.”

you threw back a disgusted look, then ignored the disturbance and went back to talking to paige, hoping it would go away. unfortunately, it didn’t. the guy kept laughing, “don’t shy away from me now. c’mon let me take you home, get to know you.” he touched your hand that was resting on the counter.

paige looked at the guy up and down, then grabbing your hand from the counter. “look, i don’t wanna cause any trouble but keep doing this shit and i promise you, it’s not gonna be pretty. don’t fucking touch her.” she wrapped her arm around you neck and shoulders. “she’s got a girlfriend, which is sitting right next to her.”

he started laughing, turning back to his friends. “man… you’re not gonna anything. you really think you the shit huh?”

paige got up from her seat, tucking in her chair as she slowly approached the group of guys. “does it look like i’m joking?”

the way their smile faded on their faces was priceless. they backed up and eventually walked away. paige told them to “fuck off” once they left, then looking back at you. “are you okay?” she asked with concern.

you were stunned from what just happened. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you for that, really. god knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t here.”

paige touched your shoulder, attempting to calm you down. “you need me to drive you to your place?”

“no, i’m okay. can you just walk me to my car?”

you both walked up the hill, towards the parking lot looking for your white mercedes. paige frequently looked around to see if there was anything or anyone suspicious coming towards you both. she was like your security guard, making sure to protect you and keep you safe.

once you go to your car, you grabbed your keys and unlocked the car. paige opened the drivers seat for you. before you sat inside, she stopped you in your tracks. “sorry about those assholes. if you want maybe we can go out another time? without someone bothering you.”

you smiled, cheeks becoming rosy. “yeah, i’d love that.” paige handed you her phone, allowing you to enter your contact information. “thank you really. i’ll see you around paige, hopefully not at a court.”

she gave a faint laugh. “see you.” you closed your car door as she walked back, you sighed and leaned your chair back attempting to remember what just happened. the way paige handled the situation, saying she was your girlfriend, almost fighting for you, for your protection and safety. the way she looked at you afterwards, made it feel like you were drunk from her daze, even though you didn’t drink anything at all.

#dallas wings #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wbb #uconn womens basketball #wnba #paige bueckers fluff #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x you #paige x reader

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httpwintersoldier · 5 months ago

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『sweet little thing p.4 | b. barnes x reader』

pairing: bucky barnes x afab!reader words: it's very long, I don't even know how many parts it's going to have summary: what happens when the guy you have a crush on happens to have a dad, who is older, hotter and rougher? 『 part 1 』『 part 2 』『 part 3 』『 part 4 』

fluff ; angst ; smut

As you stood in front of your university's building, it suddenly looked a lot bigger and a lot scarier. You had no idea if Andy had told everyone else about what had gone down over the weekend, but you felt exposed already.

Each step forward was dreadful, you walked in autopilot. The blur in your vision and the ringing in your ears were such that you didn't even notice your group of friends calling for you. It was only when Jas walked over to you that you snapped out of your hypnotic state.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? We were calling for you..." She asked, searching your face.

You forced a smile and awkwardly laughed.

"You were? My bad, I was distracted." It wasn't a lie, you were distracted, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

Your friend frowned a little, but if you were making up an excuse then it was because you didn't want to talk about whatever you were going through, so she just let it go and brought you over to the place they were sitting at.

Anxiety started building up within you and you couldn't breathe as you approached the group - you didn't know if you were ready to face the consequences of your actions...

Thankfully, Andy hadn't arrived yet, and, from the way they all greeted you and spoke normally, it didn't seem like Andy had told them anything.

Being around your friends eased your mind and body, and, after a couple of minutes, you had forgotten about the reason why you had been so nervous.

That is, until the reason arrived.

"Hello, everyone."

You froze in place. The only available seat was next to you, which was fortunate, because at least you wouldn't risk making accidental eye contact with Andy.

Everyone greeted the friend, you included. He wasn't in a great mood, and everyone noticed - Andy was usually bright and chirpy from sunrise to sunset, however he seemed gloomy and tired, it was very unlike him.

The group ignored whatever was going on for as long as possible, but the conversation wasn't flowing and, at some point, the tension spread through the group and became unbearable.

"Okay, I can't pretend anymore, what the fuck happened between you two? Why is there such an awkward atmosphere in here?" Jas finally asked.

It was obvious, from the change in behaviours that came from the two of you, that you and Andy were the source of it all. The question was genuine and simple in Jas' mind, however she didn't know the Pandora's box she had just opened.

"Did you fuck or something? Was it terrible and now you can't face each other?" One of the guys joked, only furthering the awkwardness.

The friend to his right smacked his arm, but it was too late. Andy's body tensed up and he scoffed, glancing to the side.

"It wasn't me she fucked."

The statement hit everyone like a truck. The whole group wondered what that meant, but from the context clues, they picked up that you had gotten with someone close to him. Your hands balled up in fists and your world started spinning as cold sweat ran down your back.

"Whoa, what does that mean? Did one of you-" One of the guys started, pointing at the two other men at the table, but he was cut off.

"She fucked my dad."

The table went silent. Shock and disbelief painted on everyone's faces, and your anxious eyes skimmed every single one of them, looking for the least bit of sympathy.

"What?" One of them busted out, not fully convinced that he had heard correctly.

"Y/N, did that really happen?" Jas asked, trying her best to sound understanding in face of the situation.

You couldn't look at her. You looked at your hands, still balled up in your lap, and nodded.

"Like once, or?..." Another punch to the man's arm.

"Dude!" One of them called out his friend's ridiculousness and lack of awareness.

"What?! Like you're not asking yourselves the same!" He defended.

"I..." All eyes were on you, you could feel them, you could feel Andy's sorrow and hatred, as well as everyone else's curiosity and confusion "I didn't mean to do it, I don't think he did either. It just sort of... happened. And we kept in contact and..."

You were tying to be as broad as possible with the details, as to not hurt Andy (or disgust him), but he still stood up abruptly and began walking away.

"Andy! Wait!" Courage shot through you as you went after him and grabbed his wrist "I'm sorry, I really am, please... Believe me."

He turned around to face you, his crystal eyes covered with a layer of tears.

"What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Understanding? Well, I can't give you either of them. I liked you- fuck, I still do! So I'm sorry if I can't sit back and support you and... and my dad. So please, leave me alone. Maybe one day I'll get over it, but not right now, not in the foreseeable future."

You slowly let go of his hand, and a little sob escaped his lips. Not a single word was uttered as he turned around and began walking away.

You slumped back on the seat you had been sitting in, surrounded by your friends.

"I should go check on him..." One of the guys said, as he stood up and followed the way Andy had gone.

The others didn't follow, as they knew the boy would feel overwhelmed by too many people crowding him in such a vulnerable moment.

You felt Jas softly place her hand on your back, and you could see from your peripheral that she had told the other two boys to take leave as well. They patted your shoulder as they walked away, their boy-ish way of saying "good luck".

"You know what the worst part is?" You asked Jas, unable to look her in the eye.

She didn't respond, simply letting you air out whatever it was you needed to air out.

"I don't regret it. And if I somehow went back in time, I would do it again." You started "It felt like I was being pulled to him, I couldn't think of anything that didn't include him, and when we finally got together... it just felt so right."

You stopped for a second to catch your breath and wipe the tears. You lifted your head and looked at Jas, that had nothing but a pitiful expression on her face.

"It's fucked up I-I know, especially when I liked Andy. When I started going to his house I was so excited because that meant I was getting closer to my goal, but then I saw Buck- Mr. Barnes, and my world was flipped upside down. I can't pretend I don't know him, and I can't go back and pretend I don't feel like this, not when I see him whenever I look at Andy."

Your friend sighed and shook her head - what a mess. She wrapped her arm around you and squeezed your body, in a show of support.

"I'm not gonna sit here and pretend it's not fucked up to sleep with your friend's dad, especially when that friend likes you, but I'm also not going to pretend you're a villain for following your heart. It's a really complicated situation, Y/N... I really don't know what to say."

"I just... I feel sorry for Andy, but it's not a situation that I want to stop. Bucky is such a great person."

There was a small silence between the two of you, and it was clear Jas was itching to ask something.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened? And how it happened?"

"Holy shit, sweetheart... Rough day?" Bucky asked, as he kissed the top of your head and walked into your house.

"That bad, huh?" You chuckled, closing the door behind you "I guess I look like how I feel..."

You stared at how his biceps flexed as he removed his jacket and tossed it on the couch. When he turned around and saw your eyes fixated on his build, Bucky chuckled. He gently grabbed your hand as he walked to the couch, and pulled you down to his lap. The man's large arms wrapped around you, and his thumb drew shapes on your thigh as you got comfortable.

"You said we needed to talk, everything okay?" There was a glimpse of worry in his eyes, and a hint of concern in his voice as he asked that.

"My group of friends know about it..." You simply said.

Bucky's grip on you tightened at those words, and his body stiffened.

"Are you okay? What did they say?"

You sighed and turned to look at him.

"They were perplexed, mostly. And confused. I don't blame them for that... Things were a bit tense the rest of the day, the group was pretty separated, I don't think anyone knows how to feel about the whole thing."

"They didn't give you a rough time?"

You shook your head negatively.

"I think I'm the one giving myself the hardest time, it's weird. I feel guilty, but I would still have done it if we turned back in time." Bucky smiled a little at the confession, and kissed your temple lovingly. "How about you? How's Andy treating you?"

Bucky sighed, there had been a lot of that going around you recently.

"The first day he didn't sleep at home, I don't know where he slept and I was worrying all night, but if I called he wouldn't have picked up, and if I texted he wouldn't have replied, probably would have pissed him off more... He sleeps there now, at least, I try to talk to him but he's still hurting..." The man paused and swallowed, trying not to cry "I broke his trust, I know it's going to take time, but fuck, it hurts. I can't imagine how he's feeling, and it sucks not being able to be there for him 'cause I'm the source of it all but I haven't felt this way about someone in a long time. I feel like a damn school boy around you, Y/N."

Tears gathered in your eyes as you got to see the vulnerable side of someone like Bucky - a big, strong army man that almost looked mean and cold when you first saw him. You pulled his head against your chest and pet his head.

"His anger towards you will pass, you didn't know he liked you. What I did was worse, I knew exactly what he wanted, and I took it from him."

"His anger towards you will also pass, Bucky..."

He looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, now tear-stained and pain-stricken. The sight was a beautiful tragedy... You wiped away his tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"How can you be so sure?"

"You're his dad, that bond is a lot deeper than some girl." You joked, with a small laugh.

"I don't think you realize just how special you are, and how much the simple thought of losing you hurts."

You and Bucky had spent too much time crying and thinking about all of the things that had gone down the past weekend, so when his army pal hit him up and asked him if he wanted to go for a drink, he found it to be the perfect escape for the night.

He didn't want to leave you alone, but you insisted that you'd need a long shower (and some makeup) and that it would take time, more time than you wanted him to wait, so you assure him you were fine and told him you'd meet him there.

Admittedly, you felt uncomfortable walking into the bar, it was a stereotypical "manly" place, with a pool table, chairs that dated back to before you were born, and no sight of a drink that wasn't a beer or a whiskey. You weren't dressed appropriately, you figured, as your little red dress (that you had worn to tease Bucky) was drawing a lot of attention.

You spotted "Mr. Barnes" near the bar, talking to two men and walked over to him, avoiding the stares and comments from the random men around you.

"Come on Buck, she's what? Twenty? What do you even talk about? What do you even have in common?" The tall, blonde man that Bucky was talking to said.

You held back a smile and placed one arm around Bucky's waist. He hadn't seen you coming, since his back was facing the door, but the man's face instantly lit up when he looked found that the person touching him was you.

"I'd say we have some... tastes in common, so to speak." You said, with a smile, winking at the blonde that instantly went red.

Bucky smirked at the dirty joke, and his expression was one of pride. One of his hands tapped your butt lightly, as if saying "good job", and you smiled.

You didn't take the man's comment in the wrong way, you were sure he was just looking out for his friend, but it did kind of hurt your ego that he thought you were some airhead with no real content to herself just because of your age.

"Y/N, that's Steve, my best-friend, we were in the army together," Bucky began, hinting at the tall blonde in front of him, whose face was red with embarrassment "and that's Sam. I don't like him, but he's always around."

"Real nice, Buck." Sam said, making Bucky smile faintly, a smile that he discreetly hid by taking a sip of whiskey.

"I'm sorry about my comment, miss."

"That's okay, sir," you said, mocking how proper the man sounded "I know there's a big age difference between us, but I like the guy."

Steve smiled softly, still embarrassed he'd been caught in that situation, but glad you hadn't taken offense to the comment.

"What are you drinking, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and although he was talking to you, his gaze was everywhere but on your eyes.

You had no idea how many drinks he had had before your arrival, but he didn't even try to hide his hungry gaze as his eyes fixated on several parts of your body.

"Espresso Martini?" You asked.

"Ooh she's a fancy one. I don't think they do anything here that mixes more than two drinks." Sam joked with a laugh.

"Didn't think so either," you laughed "but it was worth a try! I'll have a vodka redbull, then."

"Comin' right up, sweetheart." Bucky said, and turned to the bar to order.

"So, he told us how you met..." There was a hint of awkwardness in Steve's voice as he said that.

"Not under the best pretext, no..." You replied, nervously fixing your hair "It's a little awkward as it is, but I'm hoping for a good outcome."

"Sounds like you're here to stay." Sam chirped in, with a suggestive face.

"I sure hope she is!" Bucky's voice was lower than usual, his eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks were a pretty pink colour.

The man pressed a kiss to your temple and circled your waist with his arm as he handed you your drink. You giggled at his roaming hand and stared at him.

"How many of those have you had?" You asked, pointing at his cup.

Bucky looked at his drink and shrugged. You and his friends shared a laugh at his state - it was obvious that Steve was also not at 100% capacity, and Sam walked towards the same state, you'd just have to catch up to them.

You hadn't eaten much before leaving the house, as you didn't want Bucky and his friends to wait for you for too long, so a couple drinks (mixed with the fact that the bartender had been going 50/50 on the vodka and redbull quantities) had you in the same state as the trio.

Your body leaned against Bucky's for extra balance, and the latter didn't mind the closeness at all. The four of you were having a fun time, laughing at the old war stories and anecdotes from the young James Barnes and sharing stories, when a group of four men approached you.

"Hey there princess, how about you ditch the fossils and come hang out with us, we can show you a real good time."

They looked out of place in the bar (although so did you) - they wore different polo shirts and tight jeans, too tight for their own good, you reckoned. They weren't too tall, but their muscular build certainly asserted dominance.

You could feel Bucky's body tense behind you, and you could see from your peripheral how the three men sized up the other men with their eyes.

"I don't... I don't think I will."

"What? You want to spend your night with grandpa?" The tallest of the trio, a bald man with tattoos on his arms, scoffed and walked towards you, placing his arm on your shoulder.

He didn't even have time to continue his sentence, Bucky slammed down his drink and gripped the man's hand. The male forcefully removed the other guy from you, twisting his arm behind his back and kicking him in the back of the leg, causing his knees to buckle.

"I believe she said no, Caillou." Bucky growled through gritted teeth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, old man?! Think you can fight?" Another one of them asked, pulling Bucky up by the collar of his shirt.

Before a third one could join in, Steve let go of his drink and stood in front of the man.

"Going somewhere, pal?" Steve asked, with a small smirk that displayed not happiness, but adrenaline.

"Come on, I wouldn't want to scratch up your pretty face." The other male mocked, patting Steve's cheek lightly.

Bucky's best friend simply laughed, before punching his opponent, whom stumbled back. He then threw another punch to the side of the man's face, the side that was not covered by his palms, and delivered a blow to the man's stomach, which sent him stumbling back.

"I wouldn't worry about it." Steve mocked back, looking at the man, crouching on the floor while holding his torso and face.

Bucky kept the guy that had touched you on the floor, but two others were on him. He punched and kicked, but it was a 2 versus 1 situation, and so Bucky got handed some devastating blows.

"I gotta get new friends..." Sam said, upon seeing the scene, before downing his drink in one go and stepping forward into the fight.

All you could do was stand there and watch, with a horrified expression and hands over your chest, as your boyfriend and his friends became a mess of flying wrists and arms.

Your head was spinning and you didn't know what to do, but one thing was for certain: seeing Bucky fight so wildly to defend you and your peace... it was hot.

"I'm really sorry guys... I didn't mean to cause all that." You apologized sincerely.

"Are you kidding?" Bucky scoffed "Those guys had it coming."

"Yeah, plus, it was kind of fun." Steve agreed, much to your surprise "I wish we hadn't gotten banned from the bar but..."

"I wish we hadn't gotten beaten up." Sam chimed in, making everyone laugh.

After being kicked out of the bar, none of you was in a decent state to drive home, so you just decided to walk - to sober up and calm down. Bucky noticed how your heels were dangling from your hands, and as his eyes dropped to your feet, he realized you had been walking barefoot.

"Come on, get on my back." He said, as he knelt down to make it easy for you.

"What? You can't be serious, Bucky, you're all beat up." You told him, eyeing his state.

"Wasn't an offer, sweetheart."

After that it was hard to stop the fire from spreading through your body. The boys kept on talking, but you could only focus on how close Bucky's body was to yours - your chest pressed against his back, his arms tangled with your legs, and your thighs gripping his waist.

"The state of your face, Bucky..." You complained to him, as you knelt between his legs, holding his face in one hand and the first aid kit in the other.

There was a small gash on his bottom lip, cuts on his jaw and forehead, and a bruise was already forming on his cheek.

"I've had worse." The man joked, hinting at the fact that he had served in the army, but you didn't laugh, you were too worried about his state "Come on, sweetheart, it's not that bad."

You looked at him with a serious expression, conveying how worried you were for him, and climbed on his lap, so you could work on "fixing" his face. You opened the first aid kit and began scolding him.

"Bucky... You can't get into fights every time some asshole hits on me..." You told him, as you applied some medicine to his cuts.

The man hissed at the stinging sensation on his lip.

"If I can't do that, then what do I have to give you?" He was smiling, but there was a glimpse of sadness in his eyes.

You put down the cotton swab and the bottle of medicine and looked into his eyes.

"What does that mean, James?" You asked, with eyebrows furrowed in sorrow.

Bucky sighed, and his hands ran up and down your thighs, before giving them a squeeze.

"You heard them, sweetheart, I'm old... I'm holdin' up pretty well but-"

You shut him up with a kiss, before he could say anything else.

"You're not old, Bucky. Let's start with that, you're talking as if you're some decrepit thing, you're beautiful. You do realize that I'm not exactly lacking when it comes to options of young guys, right? If I cared about age I would have a pretty wide catalog in the university I go to, you are just what I was looking for, just what I needed - and I didn't even know I needed you before I met you."

His eyes were full of emotion, and he couldn't express any of them. The only thing he could do to paint an image of what he was feeling was grab the back of your head and bring you forward, locking your lips in a tender kiss. You had never experienced such feelings in a kiss before, and the two of you had kissed many, many times. There was sorrow, sadness, gratitude, admiration, and love.

One of his large hands brought you closer, as if you were still too far away for his liking. As your kiss deepened and his tongue became more creative, your hips rolled against his, feeling his already hardened cock under you. A strained moan was muffled by your lips, and the two of you pulled away.

"I'd love to fuck you right now," he began, slapping your ass and grabbing your cheeks in the middle of the sentence "but my whole body is sore..." The man lamented.

Biting your lip, you undid his zipper and pulled his pants down slightly, just enough so you could comfortably pull his cock out from the confinement of his underwear.

You climbed down from his lap, spreading his legs gently so you could fit in between.

"Tonight, I'll take care of you." You told him, as you gripped the base of his cock and teased its tip with your tongue.

"Fuck..." He muttered under a sigh of relief, as he momentarily threw his head back against the wall.

You lips slid up and down his shaft and his tip hit against the back of your throat. As you hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue flat against the base of his cock, you felt Bucky gathering your hair in his fist, a makeshift ponytail so he could see you as well as possible.

His hips thrusted slightly, following your movements. You could tell he was holding himself back. Bucky's chest rose and fall, and a plethora of groans and curses left his lips.

You looked up, curiosity getting the best of you, and it was the most beautiful view. Bucky's mouth was agape, his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure, and his eyes had a dark veil of ecstasy. As his pupils met yours, he muttered another curse under his breath.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, pretty girl, or I won't last."

You pulled away from his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

"Let's pick up the pace then." You teased as you stood.

You pulled your dress up just enough to remove your panties and got back on his lap. No preparation was needed, as his state alone was enough for wetness to spread between your legs.

The man just watched as you gripped his cock and easily slid down his shaft. Your moans mixed and bounced off the walls. Bucky's hands gripped your ass and you gripped his shoulders as you began to move up and down.

His eyes traveled down your body, focusing on the red dress that had been teasing him all night long.

"Fuck... you and these pretty little things you like to wear... I wanted to fuck you over the counter of that bar the second I saw you..." Bucky said in your ear, kissing the spot directly under it.

That incited a loud moan from you, as you picked up the pace. Bucky's body worked in sync with yours, his hips snapping upwards and his big hands forcing you down on his cock - any pain or soreness from the fight was long forgotten.

You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was near, his clouded vision and clenched jaw were all too familiar. You held him against your chest as he buried himself deep in you one last time. You could feel his cock twitch within you, spilling his cum.

Bucky held the back of your head and caught you in a deep kiss, exchanging a million silent words.

You stared at the man standing on your porch and your heart began beating on your chest. You parked your car and exited the vehicle, that took no longer than five seconds, but it felt like hours as thoughts ran through your mind - why was Andy at your house? Why was he waiting for you?

The week that had passed was filled with awkward silences and tense conversations, so much so that the group had pretty much divided itself to prevent the weird atmosphere that had ensued - you'd sometimes hang out with one half, and then you'd hang out with the other. You felt bad for your friends, it felt like they had to take turns to spend time with everyone...

"Andy... Hi." You greeted, trying to hide the nervousness "Do you want to-"

"Do you like him? Do you have feelings for him?" He was cutthroat and went directly to the issue, to the core of the reason why he was there, as Andy didn't seem like he wanted to spend a long time in your presence.

The question was deafening, it was something you hadn't even admitted to Bucky himself, it was something you knew the answer to, but you had never voiced it out loud.

You took a deep breath and looked at Andy.

"I do." Your voice was firm and determined, as if it had been something you struggled with, when in reality coming to terms that you did have feelings for a man like that was the easiest that you ever had to do, but admitting it to his son, your friend... that was rough.

There was sorrow in his eyes as he heard the answer. Andy pressed his lips together in an understanding smile as he slowly nodded.

"Why?"

You thought you had heard wrong. Was he asking "why" you had feelings for his dad, "why" you had done it, "why" your feelings for Andy had come to a halt...

"What?"

He sighed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Why do you like him?"

"I mean..." You swallowed thickly and licked your lips, there was no way to word why you had come to like Bucky so much without being cheesy "He's always on the forefront when it comes to protecting me, even when I was just your friend to him, he went out of his way to get rid of a group of guys that were harassing me. He's really kind, he treats me well and although he has this rough exterior he's really sensitive and loving." You paused and look into Andy's sad eyes "He cares about you, very much, and he feels really sorry..."

"I know he does... That's why this is so hard for me. I would've expected it if he was a deadbeat who didn't give a shit about me, but he's always been there, he's always been my best-friend and now... I still love him, I don't think I will ever not love him, but it was an unexpected blow." Those words were hard for Andy, you could tell.

His voice was breaking and cracking, as if he had to physically pull them out of his throat.

"I came down here because I wanted to know... I needed to know if you and my dad were just a fling or it was an actual thing." The boy struggled with his words, and so did you, wanting everything to be as broad and un-specific as possible.

"Is it better that I like him?" You asked, unsure if that was the answer he was looking for.

Andy shrugged. The boy himself was not sure what answer he was searching for, and what outcome would be best.

"In a way it's better that you actually like him, because then you weren't just crewing up things between us for a one night stand, but in the long run it might hurt me more. I-I don't know..."

"I'm sorry, Andy..."

"Yeah, you've said that, you and him." He said, with a cynical chuckle, which struck you deeply "I'm not saying I will never forgive you, I eventually will, you were a good friend to me, but right now I can't be the bigger person and just forgive you both."

"I can wait." You said with a small, sympathetic smile.

Andy just nodded, and bid you a silent goodbye. There wasn't exactly closure, and it wasn't the conclusion you had hoped for (or expected), but it was better than nothing.

You stood on your porch, watching as he left, thinking about what had just happened, and trying to process what it all meant.

"Hey."

You snapped your head in the direction of the very familiar voice.

"Bucky, hey! Andy just left, actually." You told him, as you pointed towards the direction his son had gone in.

"I know, I got here a while ago, but it didn't seem like a conversation I should be a part of."

"So you were nearby... waiting?" You realized.

"Yes." The man responded simply.

"So did you hear..."

You hoped the answer was negative, you prayed it was negative.

"I did."

Oh. What a nightmare. You had just indirectly confessed to him, he had heard you tell his son how much you liked him. It was too soon, you hadn't been together for long, and it wasn't something you wanted him to know yet.

"Oh... It's okay if you don't feel the same, I mean it hasn't been a long time so I get it but-"

"Don't do that." Bucky interrupted your rant, with a serious tone.

You had been averting your gaze, too nervous to meet his stare, but at that sentence, you looked up into his eyes.

"Do what?" You asked.

"Act like you're somehow not enough for me to feel the same. Act like what we have isn't special, and act like I wasn't obsessed with you from the very start."

Bucky stepped forward and cupped your face with his hands.

"There's no use in denying what we feel, Y/N, and time doesn't fucking matter because a day with you feels like a second, it's never enough. So don't focus on the days we spent, let's just focus on the days we have ahead, okay? The sooner we start our journey, the more time we will have to enjoy it, together."

You were too choked up to respond, you could only wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.

"Fuck me like you want to make me yours forever." You whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

Bucky instantly grabbed your thighs with his hands, making you wrap his legs around his waist as he hurriedly carried you inside of the house.

For the first time, when he laid you on your bed, he took his time. He removed his clothes first, and then slowly peeled your off of every item you wore, taking in your curves like you were a piece of art at the Louvre.

He kissed the skin between your breasts and played with them softly, before trailing his lips down your body, eyes locked on yours drinking your every expression. The man kissed the inside of your thighs, taking his time before eating you out. His tongue tasted you hungrily, and, although he tried taking his time, Bucky's desperation showed - he couldn't get enough of you.

"Bucky please..." You begged, unable to wait any longer.

He listened to your pleas instantly, locking your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, before slipping into you so easily that it felt like a puzzle coming together.

This time, he didn't let you go. He held you close and looked into your eyes as he fucked you, listening to your every command, to your every noise like it was music.

And, when the two of you came in sync, promises of staying together forever came out in unison.

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You're Cute When You Scream (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Part 2 of Bite To Break The Skin

A/N: This started one way and then flowed into another. I guess even with angst I can't not have plot lol I have an idea how I want this to go and am enjoying the toxic mixed with the potential for growth.

Warnings: Vampire Steddie & Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading, spanking, light choking, tied to bed, overstimulation, toys, biting (vamp style blood draining), aftercare.

ANGST! Jealous Toxic Steddie abound, threaten to make her "regret it" if another boy touches her, Steddie causes a car accident, reader gets hurt but they heal her, boys hurt someone (brief), mentions of some unsavory behavior against the boys in Hawkins Lab, mentions of dehydration (boys do take care of her), I think that's it. Oh! Cliffhanger ending (cause Im me :P).

Word Count: 6341

The next morning felt like you were waking up from a long coma.

The world seemed brighter and more in tune as you took in your surroundings. Nothing seemed a miss except for the pink rose beside your bed…

And the soreness between your legs.

You winced the moment your limbs swung to get off your mattress and you quickly waddled to your full-length mirror to take in your slightly bruised skin, fingers trailing along the darkening fingerprints around your wrists to your thighs. Your hips had the most markings and as you continued to stare at yourself…you couldn’t help but smile.

***

“Why are you being weird?”, your friend asked as you continued to ignore her while you two walked around downtown Hawkins.

“Define weird.”

“I don’t know! It’s just your whole vibe seems different.”

“I don’t know what that means.”, you giggle as you pause when you no longer feel her at your side. “What?”

“What, what? I said I needed to return a movie and grab a new one. You really are in your own world today aren’t you?” As she confidently began to stride towards the front door of Family Video, your eyes widen as you hissed her name and ran after her. “What?! Jesus Christ, Y/N, why are acting so insane—?”

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve…”, the man interrupted as he leaned his elbow on top of the shelf beside him and smirked your way. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

Looking at him now, you would never be able to tell that this was the same man who was pale and agitated just a week ago. There was color in his face and his hair was styled the way you always remembered it growing up. He seemed stronger as he stood upright instead of hunched over in what appeared to be pain. Even his tone had less of a shake to it.

Last night he and Eddie seemed to be headed in that direction again before they bit into you, draining your blood. When they entered your room they seemed almost needy but seeing Steve now, he appeared calm which was oddly more intimidating as his honey eyes continued to rake across your body.

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you grab your friend’s arm and start to walk away.

“My pleasure.”, he answers in that sultry husk that has you biting your bottom lip.

“Ok, so what movie a-are you looking for, Mandy?”

Your friend takes in your erratic demeaner before her eyes expand and she hits your arm with her fist.

“Oh my God! You fucked someone didn’t you!” As you try to cover her mouth, she giggles almost uncontrollably. “You have to tell me everything.”

“It was fine ok? Exactly like in the movies.”, you answer sarcastically and she rolls her eyes.

Unbeknown to her on the opposite side of the aisle, Steve came around with a stack full of VHSs in his hand and began putting them away.

“Liar! So that’s why you’ve been walking a bit slower.”, she grins as you cover your face when you notice the boy behind her do the same. “Come on. I’m your best friend in the world and you know I won’t tell anyone—”

“Except the entire store apparently.”

“Oh my GOD!”, she grunts in frustration. “Fine. Just tell me this… was it Garrett?”

“No. Who?”, you ask genuinely confused.

“Garrett. The boy in your math class that you’ve been swooning over for like a year.”

“That YOU say I’ve been swooning over. I’ve barely talked to him—”

“Well, he definitely has a crush on you.”

You heard it first.

Maybe you were just more attune to it after everything that happened but when Steve growled you immediately stood at attention but your head strong friend turned around to glance around him.

“Jesus Christ. Did someone let an animal in here?”

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For your morning classes you were surprised Eddie wasn’t there but what surprised you even more was how disappointed that made you. You dreamt about both of them and were desperate to at least see one of their faces.

At lunch, you sat on the stage in the cafeteria, absently sketching before a grunt caught your attention and you turned your head just in time to see the metalhead sitting beside you.

Just like Steve he seemed visually so much healthier but there was this air around him that would tell normal people to tread carefully. Silently, he popped open your water bottle he had flung across the hall that one day you thought he was dehydrated and took a long gulp as he tipped his head back.

“I thought…you said it made you sick last time.”, you murmured his way as he burped obnoxiously and patted his chest with his palm.

“The water did, yes. There’s something different in here this time. Would you like a taste?” As he tilted the open bottle towards you, you gagged at the strong metallic smell making him grin devilishly as he closed the lid. “Stole this particular brand from packets in the hospital. Not as fun as my preferred way but it keeps me from falling over or getting jumped again.”

“You…you stole blood from Hawkins General?”

“Would you rather I steal it from you?”, he snapped before sighing and shaking his head. “You still haven’t figured it out yet, have you? We need this bullshit to live and I refuse to go back to that sick…fucking weak…state I was in.”

“I didn’t think you were weak.”

At your mumbled words, his eyes take in your slightly folded in frame as you continue to look anywhere else that isn’t him.

“That’s because you can’t tell the difference.” That grabs your attention as your irises lock with his beautiful chocolate ones. “I mean even right now you’re weak. Look at you sitting here alone while you draw life instead of living it.”

“Oh? What should I do then, hm? Fucking break into someone else’s house, scare the shit out of them and then fuck them? Will that put me on your level?”

“You say that like any of that is what actually fucking happened. Like you didn’t like being scared and used by us.”

You huff in frustration and the metalhead can’t help but grin cockily at getting a rise out of you. Honestly, seeing any reaction that wasn’t meek was making him want to take you right there on that stage in front of the entire lunchroom.

“I’m not weak, Eddie. You and Steve have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right because we don’t care. That’s what men like Garrett Solis are for.”

You blink at the name silently thrown off guard but when it fully registers, your own smile paints your lips.

“Oh, I see. Are you and Steve…jealous?”

“Jealous, no. Worried about his and your safety, yes.”

“Please! What would put him or me in any kind of fucking danger?”, you reply with defiance as you glare in the opposite direction.

The humidity of Eddie’s breath warms your ear as he tilts towards you and murmurs softly, “You, Y/N.” A shaky exhale leaves your chest as your gaze shifts to the floor, watching out of the corner of your eye as he places his palm on your thigh.

“We told you that you and your fucking pussy belong to us. That if you even dreamt of someone else we’d make you both regret it.”

“I-I-I thought you didn’t want to hurt anyone.”, you stutter as his grip tightens.

“Steve doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Or at least he didn’t. When he told me about what your friend said, he seemed much angrier than I’ve seen him before. Me on the other hand…”, he coos as his fingers drift higher up your jeans and his nose vaguely brushes your neck. “I don’t mind tearing anyone in this fucking town a part. They accused me of murder when I was innocent. Now I can give them what they want…Something theyshould be a-fucking-fraid of.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

You said it with so much confidence, he knew you weren’t lying and that made the former boy he used to be extremely happy. Eddie didn’t show it in his face but you saw it in his eyes as they remained glued to yours. Could that boy be reached or would he soon be forever lost within the creature the metalhead had become? Maybe he could be both but that was a fine line you had yet to navigate with either of them.

“Touch him in any way, Y/N, and you will be. This is your one warning.”

And with that, he jumped down from the stage and sauntered away.

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What Eddie said remained burned in your brain as you sat in the backseat of your best friend’s car while she giggled at the girl in her passenger seat.

Not the whole threatening part but the being weak and not living life. You tended to only hang out with a couple of people on the weekend but usually spent a lot of time at home allowing your social battery to recharge after dealing with all the bullshit at school. Most of the meatheads were assholes and the bulk of the girls seemed solely focused on themselves.

You seemed to get along better with teachers but especially your art teacher who constantly praised your work and offered insight into how you could grow as an artist.

You remembered once seeing Steve Harrington go on dates with numerous women and wondered how he had all the energy. Nancy seemed to balance him out but for whatever reason chose to leave. After that you rarely saw him with anyone expect the younger kids that hung out with Eddie and Robin Buckley but they never seemed intimate in that way.

The metalhead had gone on a couple of dates but, like you, unless he was with his friends, seemed to spend time alone playing his guitar or reading.

“Hey, slut! What are you thinking about so hard back there?”, your friend laughs as she glances at you through the rearview mirror.

“Don’t call me that, Mandy.”

“Oof, someone’s in a mood. I thought sex was supposed to like…relax you?”, another girl playfully teased making your eyes narrow at the driver.

“WHAT? You wouldn’t give me the details and I had to gush with someone about your victory.”

“Losing your virginity isn’t a victory.”

“Maybe if it sucks.”, a girl jokes causing all the girls to cackle. “Then again if you fuck a freak I’d imagine he’d be a little freaky in bed.”

“What are you talking about?”, Mandy asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?”

“Jessie, come on.”, you whine but of course she ignores you.

“Our girl was seen talking to Eddie the freak murderer Munson on the assembly stage at lunch and he had his ringed fingers all OVER her.”

“Is that true, Y/N?”

“Was I talking to Eddie Munson, yes. Was he ‘all over me’, no.”

“Ok, then why did he have his hand on your thigh while whispering shit in your ear?”

Before you could answer, the car came to a stop and you hastily got out to head towards the house that a party was currently being raged in. Your best friend roughly grabbed your arm forcing you to stay as the other girls giggled and continued towards the front door.

“Is that true? Were you talking to Eddie Munson?”

“Mandy—”

“Did you fuck him?”

“I…”

“Y/N, he murdered four people—”

“AMANDA!”, you shout causing a couple of people outside to turn their heads. “We were just talking about class, ok? We have a class together. I don’t know what Jessie thinks she fucking saw but all we did was talk.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. You need to stay away from him. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”

***

Grinning wide, you laughed at your friends as Amanda screeched when a boy she had been flirting with all night pushed her into the pool.

“Oh my God, Eric! You’re lucky I didn’t have my phone in my pocket!”

“You’re fine, you whiney baby.”, the boy jokes as he jumps in beside her.

“May I sit with you?” At the sound of a soft voice, your gaze shifted to a smiling Garrett who was pointing at the empty seat beside the bench you were sitting on. “You can say no, of course.”

“Oh, um, no…I mean yeah…yes, you can have a seat.”, you stutter nervously making him laugh.

“Thank you.”, he beams. “I’m not much of a swimmer I’m afraid. I wasn’t given the fish gene.”

“Wow…that was super cheesy.”, you tease.

“It was. It really was.”, Garrett chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I can’t help it. When I’m talking to beautiful women I just lose all my cool points.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that danced across your lips before turning away to absently drink from your cup.

“So…if you can’t swim why do you guys have a pool?”, you try to deflect and thankfully he accepts it.

“Well, my parents and my brother can swim, obviously.”, he chuckles as he points towards the boy that was splashing around with your best friend.

“And they didn’t teach you?”

“Pfft, my parents are barely ever home and my brother is always busy being himself.”, Garrett teases. “Did your parents teach you?”

“My mom did. My dad’s barely ever home to. He does consulting at Hawkins Lab sometimes—”

“Hey! No way! That’s where my parents work. My dad is a scientist and my mom is a corporate lady.”

Your eyes widen at the coincidence as you nod your head but a loud flapping noise above you startles you as you gasp and drop your cup.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”, the man asks as he glances up towards the sky where you were currently searching.

“I…um…I should go home.”

“Wait but are you sure? The night it still young and—”

“I understand but, um, no I’m starting to feel nauseas and I should just…”

“Wait, wait, wait. At least let me drive you—”

“Garrett…I…no its ok. I can walk—”

“Please, I insist. After that whole serial killer thing and an earthquake it’s not safe for you to be out on the road at night.”

################

“Are you alright? You seem antsy.”

“I’m ok.”, you murmur as you continue to face the window. “I’m just tired, you know?”

“No I understand.”, Garrett replied a bit sullenly as the car came to a stop near a stop sign. “I hope I didn’t say anything to make you uncomfortable or—”

“No, Garrett, you didn’t. It’s just—”

“It’s just I really like you, Y/N. I’ve had a crush on you since like freshman year and after everything’s happened…seeing you tonight in that outfit…”

“My outfit?”, you giggle. “Honey, it’s a black skirt and t-shirt with Joan Jett on it.”

“I mean, to be fair, you look beautiful in everything.”, he compliments shyly as his palm reaches out to tenderly move some of your hair behind your ear.

A car behind him honked loudly scaring you both as you jumped and placed your hand over your heart.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going!” He waves the guy off before making his turn. “Jesus, sweetie, and you were going to walk home? May as well be out in the middle of—”

It happens so fast.

It was as if Garrett’s car hit an invisible wall.

Your seatbelts kept you secure as the vehicle rolled a couple of times before skidding to a stop.

“Y/N…Y/N… fuck… are—are you alright?”

“I-I-I think so.”, you cried. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Shit, you’re bleeding. Let me see if I can—” You both hear it; slow footsteps crunching the glass underneath them with each step. “Is…is someone there?” White sneakers come into view and you recognize immediately who they belong to; you’ve drawn them multiple times. “H-H-Help her first. I think she—”

“Garrett!”, you hiss giving him pause. “Shut. Up. They aren’t here to help us.”

“They?”, he whispers before the loud creaking of the vehicle has you both screaming as it’s effortlessly flipped back over bringing you both face to face with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson.

“You have to be careful on dark roads in the middle of the night especially after you two have been drinking.”, Eddie says all too casually.

“We haven’t…I haven’t been—”

Steve’s angry eyes flashing his way silence the man beside you while the metalhead’s own irises remain locked with yours.

“Those red cups at the party were full of water then?” The metalhead clicks his tongue as he tilts his head and begins to slowly stroll around the car. “Yeah, I don’t think so…I mean you’d have to have been drinking to allow him to touch you even after my warning.”

“What…I…what’s going on?”, Garrett asks as his voice shakes.

You try to remain calm as Eddie continues to stalk closer to your side before finally coming to a stop just outside your window. His eyes are black like a predator in the water and your whole body shutters as they pan gradually down your face.

“Or did you just not believe me?”, he whispers as your breathing stutters. “Hm. I guess we need to be clearer.”

The driver’s side door screeches as its ripped off its handles and the driver himself follows as he’s forced out of his seat.

“WAIT! PLEASE!”, you scream as you try to open your own door but collapse to the ground.

Eddie effortlessly lifts you to your feet and drags you in front of the headlights where Steve was waiting. Your eyes fluttered at the pain in your head and you leaned against his chest for balance.

“She…she needs a hospital…please! YOU CAN’T LET HER—”

The pretty boy’s palm over his mouth silenced him as both men chuckled sinisterly. Cradling your head in his hands, Eddie tilted you away from him before his thick tongue collected the blood that had fallen down your cheek from your temple as your wound suddenly vanished. You couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure that escaped you as the pain immediately disappeared and you leaned your forehead against his jaw.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. Hey, Steve and I need you to see this.”, he murmurs softly as he jostles you around till your eyes are facing the wide-eyed boy before you. “We would never let anything happen to her, Garrett, do you know why? She’s ours. Any man can talk to her till her heart is fucking content but this right here?”, Eddie says as his palms slide down your arms, over your breasts, along your plump tummy, and between your legs where his fingers pressed against your underwear. “This beautiful…delicious body…is ours.”

“And we don’t like people touching our things, Garrett.”, Steve growled as his palms gripped either side of the boy’s head.

“Wait! Wait! I can give you anything you want! My parents are rich! The make a lot of money and have a ton of pull not just in Hawkins but all over the globe!” His cries became louder as the former jock’s grip tightened. “I’m serious! Paul and Jackie Solis! They work at the lab on the hill!”

Steve’s eyes widen and you feel Eddie’s posture straighten.

“Doing what?”, the metalhead asked.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. What do your parents DO?!”, he snarled losing his patience.

“My dad’s a scientist and my mother’s a corporate woman—”

“Have you ever heard them mention Project Sunlight? Has anyone ever come to your house mentioning that or anything about blood? ANSWER!!”, Steve screams causing the boy to jump.

“N-N-No. No…all I’ve ever heard them talk about is s-s-something involving black substances on the roof of some guy’s house…trailer… My m-mom helped relocate everyone in Forest Hills b-before the quake.”

“You said your dad’s a scientist. What kind?”

“He’s a physicist.”

“Fuck. It’s all the same bullshit.”, Steve huffed.

“I told you they gave up on us, Harrington. They didn’t care if we died. Hell, they were probably hoping for it.”

“M-M-Maybe Y/N can help. S-S-She said one of her parents consults at the lab—”

“GARRETT!”, you shout but even you know it’s too late.

Both their heads slowly turn to look your way as their jaws clench. A few seconds pass before they exchange a glance and a wicked smile paints both their lips.

“Thank you for that information, Garrett. Your services are no longer required.” And with that, Steve snaps the boy’s neck making you gasp. “You. Are your parents home?”

“My dad is a doctor to and I’ve never heard him talk about his work.”

Your answer causes both men to roll their eyes.

“Punish her first and then look or look and then punish?”, Steve asks.

“Well, as much as I don’t care about getting caught, I want to be able to hear her scream without it drawing all of Hawkins assholes.”

“We can take her to my house. You know my parents aren’t fucking there and there isn’t a neighbor for miles.”

“Sounds like a plan, dude.”

You barely even have time to register their conversation before Eddie lifts you his arms and both men expand their wings to shoot off into the night sky.

***

Your hands and body continue to shake even when the metalhead’s feet touch the ground. It took you a moment to realize you were at Steve Harrington’s home mostly because you had only ever seen it from the outside.

When Eddie tossed you onto the man’s bed you took in the rather bland room around you except for some of the papers tacked on the wall near his desk. There were so many scribbled words you could barely make out but what surprised you was your painting that was leaning against the wall.

Did he genuinely like your work? And why did that ignite a flutter of butterflies in your stomach?

“Since you, little girl, don’t know how to listen…”, the long-haired boy scolds before pushing you back against the bed and grabbing your wrists to bind them to the headboard. “…or since you don’t know what NO TOUCHING means… we’ll have to fucking make you understand.”

Steve grabbed your ankles and tied each leg to the frame leaving you fully exposed for them to do whatever they wished.

“He was at least right about one thing. You are beautiful in this outfit.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the fact that they even heard that conversation making the pretty boy chuckle. “I told you, honey, we are the shadows now.”

Abruptly, he rips off your shorts and panties in one go with his large palms eliciting a small whine from you at the action.

“Alright, baby, don’t…move…”

You gasp as something cold is pressed to your thigh before the sound of duct tape echoes through the room and you feel it being wrapped around your thigh. Something clicks and you suddenly feel a vibration against your clit that has you kicking your legs to no avail.

As soon as they get up, you realize that they had tapped a vibrating wand to your upper thigh and no matter how much movement you did, nothing would move it away from your bundle of nerves.

“Alright, sweetheart, we’re going to give you about…what do you say, Steve?... An hour… for her to think about what she’s done.”

Your jaw drops at his words; an hour was so long.

“Wait, no, please. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll bet you are. Now we’ll be back in a bit and feel free to scream as loud as you want. I personally think it’s cute.”, Eddie teases before both men fly out the window.

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You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed but with every orgasm you did scream so loud you were surprised no one had found you yet. You constantly apologized even though no one was in the room with you but you knew they could somehow hear you.

You knew.

As another orgasm began to build you vaguely heard the window open as feet pounded loudly onto the floor. A nose pressed to your temple and inhaled deeply as the constant flow of tears continued to streak your cheeks as your legs trembled while you release crashed over you like a wave.

The vibration stopped as he removed the device and when Eddie spoke it was like hearing an angel.

“Can you smell that?”

“Her arousal? Yeah. And of course, I can still smell that fucking prick clinging to her body.”, Steve growled.

“No, I mean besides that.” Again, he inhaled as his nose trailed along your throat to your chest. “Harrington, go get water. Now.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Munson—”

“NOW.” The bass behind his voice was frightening and you couldn’t help but close your eyes in fear. “No, Y/N, keep your eyes open.”, he commanded, softly thanking his friend when he appeared suddenly with a glass of water. After freeing only your hands, Eddie sat you up and held the back of your neck as he brought the glass to your lips and you began to chug it back like you hadn’t had anything to drink in days.

Steve blinked as their eyes met and even he sniffed the air before running downstairs to grab more for you to drink.

Once you were satisfied, you handed him his cup and leaned against the metalhead’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”, you whispered, feeling oddly safe in this moment at this man’s side. “What did you smell?”

Eddie shrugged as he shook his head.

“Something inside you… between the adrenaline, the sweat, the tears, and you coming…”

“You were dehydrated.”, Steve finished for him.

“Oh…”

“You tried to give me water…”, was the only reply Eddie could give but it made sense to you.

They were both still angry with you, you could feel that, but your act of kindness before everything that had followed still remained burned in their brains especially the metalhead who was constantly abused by a town and people who could care less about him and his wellbeing.

“Don’t get cocky, Y/N.”, Eddie grumbled as he pushed you back against the mattress and bound your hands once more. “You still disobeyed us. We warned you what would happen.”

Steve removed his clothes and climbed up the length of your body making you groan as he rubbed his cock between your dripping folds, grazing your oversensitive clit with his shaft.

“And this time, little girl, I’m coming on these perfect tits.”, he growled as his large palms kneaded one of your breasts. Your eyes rolled as he effortlessly guided himself into your entrance, stretching you out with every inch. “Fuck, man…still so fucking tight.”

Rolling his hips, Steve was slow and methodical as he thrust himself deeper into you.

“He’s lucky we didn’t kill him sooner, Y/N.”, he whispered as his head fell beside yours. “Seeing you—fuck—get all shy at the store…fuck, baby…I wanted to take you right there again in front of e-everyone…but then she mentioned HIS name.” Fingers curled around your throat and squeeze as the pretty boy slammed his length aggressively into your cunt, abusing that sensitive spot inside you that you didn’t know existed till a few nights ago. “You let him…touch you…”

“I’m—mmugh—so sorry, Steve.”

“Sorry you got fucking caught maybe, you little whore.”

Your pussy clenched around him and you felt his smirk against your cheek as he bared his fangs before piercing your skin. Once again you felt a weird rush as the blood drained and his pace became almost animalistic. You desperately wanted to cling to him but with your limbs bound you whined as you tugged them praying they’d break.

You screamed, not a scream of terror but intense need, and he grunted at the sound. You came hard and as your pussy quivered around him, Steve’s rhythm faltered as you felt him start to cum inside you before pulling out to pump the rest onto your chest.

“Fuck! Fuck me, Eddie this pussy’s too good.”, he panted as he reached back to spank your thigh before licking the wound along your neck.

“Yeah it is. My turn.”

The former jock climbed off you as the metalhead removed the restraints around your ankles so he could lift your legs and balance them against his chest.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“E-Eddie and Steve.”

“Who gets to touch your body?

“No…no one except you… I belong to you. Eddie, please.”

“I like hearing you beg.”, he chuckled, gripping his shaft in his hand and breaching your entrance before pulling all the way back out as his free palm held your legs together by the ankle. “You want my dick, little girl?”

“Yes.”, you cry as your back arches and your roll your hips desperate to feel him. “Please.”

Repeating the process, he pushes himself inside you before pulling all way out but as you huff in frustration Eddie spanks your ass hard.

“Maybe you’ll remember this next time you flirt with someone—”

“N-No, Eddie! I swear I wasn’t—”

“Shut. Up.”, he growled as he tiled forward bringing your legs with him practically folding you in half. “We see you everywhere, Y/N. With your teacher after school, with Mandy Coleman watching a movie…”

This time when he guided himself inside you again, the metalhead thrusted with his purpose as he continued.

“Home alone—fuck—having dinner at your table…in your bed while you sleep…”

The notion had a soft whimper leave you and Eddie laughed through his teeth.

“You really are a freak, aren’t you, sweetheart? You like this…us appearing wherever you are…taking you whenever we want… Tell me then, baby, why do you fight it?”

“I-I-I don’t…”

Your answer seemed to infuriate him as his eyes darked and a loud grumble emitted from his throat.

“Then why did you let him sit beside you at the party?”, he hissed as his pace and intensity began to quicken. “Why—mmph—did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie—”

“YES YOU DID! DO YOU THINK WE’RE PLAYING AROUND, Y/N!?”

Your eyes roll as the bed shakes and as Eddie pushes up onto his knees, his teeth bite into your calf as you scream so loud even Steve shoots forward to cover your mouth. Your legs tremble as you cum and he came off you with a syrupy pop to heal your wound. After dropping both your limbs, he tilts over you as he pounds his hips hard.

“What we did to that little fucker, Y/N, is nothing compared to what we will do if we have to have this conversation again. Do you understand me?” Weakly, you nod as Steve lifts his palm out of the way.

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper.

“No, you’re not. Not even close. When I’m done using you we’re—shit—we’re going to ask you some questions. If you lie to me even once, Y/N, I swear to God—”

“I won’t…I won’t, I swear. Please, Eddie, just cum. I need to feel it.”

At your request, his head hung as his pace stuttered as he hastily pulled out and his release warmed your tummy.

After a couple of minutes of heavy panting, Steve freed you from your binds and gave you more water as the long-haired boy appeared with a rag to clean you before tugging a clean shirt over your head.

“Scoops Ahoy.”, you say matter-of-factly as your fingers glide along the material of Steve’s old uniform.

“It’s the only thing I have at the moment that will fit you.”, he mumbles as he takes a seat in his desk chair. “I don’t mean that in like a derogatory way. I just haven’t been able to get or set aside clothes I know you’d be comfortable in.”

You smile at the brief bit of kindness that flows from his lips before Eddie steps forward with his arms folded to remind you that they weren’t finished with you just yet.

“Did you know your dad was a hematologist, Y/N? Did you know he studies blood?”

“I knew he was a doctor but I didn’t know of what. He doesn’t talk about that stuff at home…when he decides to come home…”

“He doesn’t tell you anything at all?”, he asks incredulously.

“I’m an artist and my mom is a counselor. What reason would he have to talk about that stuff.”

“Where was he during the earthquake?”

“What does that have to—?”

“Because I fucking asked!”, Steve shouted. “Don’t let this calm interaction fool you, honey. We are much stronger and more unhinged than we were a few months ago. You and your family are lucky we haven’t just ripped you apart!”

Your eyes widen at his outburst as you try to overcome the fear to answer their question.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie—”

“I swear, Eddie, I’m not. W-When the earthquake hit my mom and were asleep. He said he had to work late that night and didn’t come home till a few hours after. We-We tried to drive to the lab but soldiers wouldn’t let us out of the neighborhood.”

“Do you believe her?”, the pretty boy asks and you sigh in relief when Eddie finally nods. “Your father isn’t at your house right now. Where is he?”

“Is that where you went? To my house?”, you ask with a shake in your tone. “Did you hurt my mom?!”

“SIT. DOWN.”, the metalhead bellows and you immediately listen. “No, we didn’t but we did go through your father’s office. Have you ever been in there?”

“No…he-he keeps it locked.”

“Hm. Well now you can know why.”, Steve replied with distain as he reached behind him before tossing a manila folder your way.

Along the tab written in black marker were the words “Project Sunlight” and as you opened it you covered your mouth to hide the shock when pictures of Eddie and Steve were front and center. As you skimmed the writing, tears began to fall as you recognized your dad’s handwriting on every page you flipped through.

“Steven Harrington-bit in abdomen by bat like creatures referred to as ‘demobats’.

Edward Munson- bites along cheek, pectorals, abdomen

Both have laceration scars around their necks, Mr. Munson has some as well around his wrists and ankles. Bite wounds healed but scars remain.

With permission of Mr. Harrington, any other wounds seem to heal quickly.

Scalpel (X)

Knife(X)

Razor (X)

Tasers (X)

Bullet(X)

Sunlight (able to be in it but in short bursts; too long and it hurts them (see experiment 329).

Mr. Munson woke up today, tried giving him regular food, threw up. (See experiments 490-530)

IV of blood seems to keep them alive but they still crave…

Mrs. Y/L/N has managed to continue to make them believe that they can survive without blood as long as they ‘fight’. Advised to me both men wish to retain their ‘humanity’ even thought that seems gone. If we can continue to make them believe taking a human life is to their detriment may avoid another Henry Creel situation. At least until we can figure how to kill them if we need to.

Chief Hopper and Wayne Munson negotiated to have both boys return to ‘normal life’.

Lab approved so we can watch their progress.”

“I…I don’t…”

“You d-d-don’t…?”, Eddie mocked as he smacked the papers from your hands and searched through them till he found what he was looking for. “Experiment 501, fruit, 502, water, 503 sugar… Your dad and the other doctors snuck food into my body anyway they could making me so sick I genuinely thought I was gonna die.”

“Experiment 314, stabbing me multiple times with sharp objects while I was tied to chair.”, Steve growled. “The Mr. Harrington permission crap? Yeah, not me. My dad gave them permission before taking my mom and running out of town.”

“You want to know the best part, Y/N?”, the metalhead hissed like a snake as he bent down to your level with his hands on his knees. “No one…tried to comfort us… After every experiment they tortured us with…NO ONE told us everything would be alright or that soon it would all be over. Your mother was the closest to a calm voice we got and she told us constantly that these experiments were not only to help us but the people we loved…so we wouldn’t kill or hurt them. They made us believe we were monsters who needed to be subdued. That we needed to suffer just a bit longer till they found a cure.

They weren’t looking for a cure. They were studying us... and guess what, baby girl? We aren’t alone.”

Eddie handed you another sheet of paper with notes your father had taken scribbled on a piece of paper with the hospital’s insignia at the top.

“Y/N Y/L/N—puncture wounds in neck; assailant unknown

Symptoms—lightheaded, dizzy, fatigue, nausea, fainting, soreness at site of wound

I haven’t seen either Munson or Harrington nor has my daughter subject mentioned any interactions them. Will follow progress.

48hrs later wound on neck and pain completely gone

How??

Watched her eat human food with no similar side effects as the others.

Wife and I need to speak with the head of the lab outside of town to see what protocol we should follow or if we should be safe and bring subject in for additional testing.”

“I guess they decided you were fine…or maybe he’s still studying… So I ask again, Y/N, where is your father?”

Feeling overwhelmed, the tears fully begin to fall as you struggle to catch your breath.

Descending onto your knees, Eddie catches you right as you throw your head back and scream.

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neighborly advice | ch. 6

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you start to get ready for your date while a fly keeps constantly buzzing around you. bucky calls sam and reflects on himself.

warnings: mdni, eventual smut, timeline is somewhere around the middle/end of fatws, language, alcohol, spam texting, friend breakups, bucky's angry, shifting povs, no use of y/n

word count: 3.4k

a/n: i'm writing mannnny chapters rn. i also have a vague idea for a bucky x avengers!reader if anyone may be interested in that. taglist is also open for anyone who would like to join :)

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Leah [9:32am]: seriously? you’re still not gonna text me back?

Leah [9:33am]: heellllloooooo

Leah [9:34am]: i don’t rly think this is so serious for u to be acting like this…

Missed call from Leah (2) [9:57am]

You groaned at the incessant buzzing at the side of your pillow. It really would not end. She wouldn’t leave you alone. For some reason, she was making this your fault. You knew you had to talk to her at some point, but this just wasn’t the time.

You sighed, moving to go to open your window and crawl into the fire escape for a moment. You needed fresh air. At this time of day, there would be no quiet for you to look forward to, but you could at least savor some moments of peace away from the phone.

“Morning. Didn’t know you came out here, too.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the voice, and turned. Bucky was out at his fire escape, too. He looked a little sleepy with semi messy hair.

“Every once in a while when I need to escape,” you answered.

“Rough night?” he asked.

“Super. My best friend won’t stop texting me because she asked the guy I have a crush on a date,” you said, and watched him pause. The confession dawned upon him— the fact that Leah was your best friend and that you have a crush on him. “I haven’t answered her, so she’s getting weirdly defensive over text.”

“Damn.” He ran his hand through his hair, thinking for a moment. “Sounds like something that happened to a buddy of mine recently.”

“Really? What happened?” you hummed, playing into his scenario.

“Poor guy got roped into a date,” he said with a shake of his head. “Real stupid guy, I tell you. Didn’t even try to clear it up at the time. Didn’t even know what to say. If it were me, I would’ve shut that shit down real fast.”

“Oh? Would you now?” you asked with a small giggle.

“Of course. I have someone I have an eye on,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Anyways, he went on the date to be polite, and tried telling the girl that he had no interest. She kept telling him to just go with the flow, and at least give it a shot, and offered to continue drinks back at her place. He declined, and went home.”

“Mm… I see,” you said, nodding thoughtfully. Shit. You really had to grill Leah now. What the hell was she thinking? “Well, Bucky. Thanks for telling me about your friend. It helps me out a lot. I do have to go back inside. I have a date later today, and I’m not too sure what time he’s picking me up so I gotta go be prepared for whenever.”

Bucky let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. He smiled at you again, “I’ll see you later tonight.”

You grinned at him, moving to head back indoors. At least your situation with Bucky was taken care of. However, it just opened up another issue with Leah. A small twinge of anxiety hit your stomach again. What were you going to do about work? The monthly check in with your mom was coming up in a week and a half. You had no lab, no sponsors, no research team.

You need to focus on one thing at a time. Right now, an early lunch. There was some leftover duck and rice from last night that you could heat up, and your stomach would be more than filled until dinner. So, that’s what you did. Ate your food happily, then went to start your date ritual.

An everything shower. You made sure to really scrub the shampoo into your scalp, then allowed for the deep conditioner to really penetrate into the locks to ensure maximum shininess and gloss for whenever you would move around later in the night. While that was settling in, you carefully took your time exfoliating and shaving absolutely every part of your body that there was hair. You would be smoother than a seal.

Not that you expected for anything to happen tonight. Maybe you would just hold hands. After all, he gave you flowers last night– flowers that were proudly displayed on your coffee table for you to see every time you walked into your apartment. You still shaved carefully and closely anyway. You never know what could happen. You didn’t expect to make out with him the other night, that was for sure. Who’s to say you didn’t end up in his bed? For the second time, at that. Hopefully with him in it, too.

Once the shower was over, you lotioned to moisturize and begin your skincare routine. Your skin would not be rough, and you would smell good. The perfume got layered on now, and you would add another fresh layer right before you went out the door to really seal in the scent. You would do your makeup later– it was still a bit earlier in the day and you had more than enough time to get ready. You let your hair air dry after towel drying it a bit, deciding that you would use the flat iron as the heat later on. In the meantime, you would decide on your outfit.

You rummaged through the closet, desperately trying to figure out what would be appropriate for tonight. You had no idea what he had planned. You could always go next door and knock on his door, ask what he was thinking about doing, but that would be too much. You needed to build suspense, too. You couldn’t seem too interested, or something like that.

Bzzt!

The buzz of your phone took you out of your staring contest with your closet, and a frown began to form on your face.

Leah [2:37pm]: i’m coming over

Bucky sat there like an asshole, and he knew it. He was so glad his neighbor had no form of spy training– he read her face instantly and his heart dropped through his stomach. She was pissed. No, she was more than pissed.

“Wait,” he whispered, breathing out her name like it was a prayer. She didn’t listen. She turned back and walked away without looking back once.

“There you go! A date. Isn’t that so easy? No dancing required,” Mr. Nakajima grinned at Bucky, who was at a loss. He was still trying to process what exactly had just happened to him. There was no way that had just occurred, in front of her no less. He needed to go. He needed to run after her, now, and tell her that he was sorry and that this wasn’t right.

This entire situation left a bitter taste in his mouth. Sure, he was known as a heart breaker back in the day, but he never fooled around with more than one girl at the same time– even if they weren’t official. He had four younger sisters that looked up to him. Bucky set the example of what his sisters should look for when they were going out into the world.

He was in new waters. The 21st century was a scary place, with a different set of rules, and he was still trying to learn. His old fashioned ways were clearly outdated. Some of them were working, but other than that? Things were different. However, he wasn’t so wrong to assume that the girl he made out with a handful of nights ago was angry that he had just been asked out by another girl right in front of her, and he didn’t say a single word in retaliation.

Bucky stayed put for a few moments, eating slowly and waiting for the bartender to come back towards them. What did Nakajima call her? Leah? When she came back over, he would tell her that he was actually not available that night, definitely was not free for any kind of date, and would not be any time soon.

The bartender never came back to their area. Yet, she kept glancing over at him. She locked eyes with him, giving him a wink and a smirk every once in a while that made him tense in an uncomfortable way. After the third time, he decided this was enough.

“Mr. Nakajima, I gotta go, too,” Bucky said, clapping a hand on his back. He forced a tight lipped smile onto his face.

“What? Cutting our lunch so soon?”

“I’ll make it up to you another time. Forgot that my coworker asked me to do something for him,” he lied, dropping a few bills on the counter to cover for his portion and Nakajima’s.

“You and that child,” the old man sighed. “You both work too hard.”

Bucky could only let out a fake laugh before quickly walking out the door and into the street. He did his best to walk as normally as possible, taking a quick look of his surroundings to check who was watching. When the coast was clear, he dipped into the nearest alleyway to scale the building. He needed to take the fastest route to the apartment buildings, and if he had to run the rooftops to get to her, then he would.

He needed to talk to her. Explain the situation. Tell her that this was a mistake, that he messed up, and he was dumb, and that he was sorry. Yet, once he was standing there with her right in front of him, the words were knocked out of his system.

Bucky couldn’t say a damn thing.

She was angry, that was for sure. Knowing she was angry at him made the uncomfortable pit in his stomach grow even wider and deeper. There was also a nagging part of him that found her adorable. She was frowning, but in a cute way. Her lip was in a slight pout, her eyebrows were pulled together in a slight arch as she looked up at him. She was so angry, but so cute. He was taking her seriously, but she was a breathtaking sight even when she looked like she wanted to punch him in the face.

Momentarily, Bucky considered letting her. If it would stop her from being angry at him, he would definitely let her. It wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, he was certain, but he would definitely let her try.

The door was shut in his face before he could convince her to stay, before he could properly find the words to apologize. What made him even more upset with himself was that she didn’t even find it in herself to slam the door shut in his face, like he had done to her before. No, she was nice. Shit.

Her patience could only go so far though. Persistence could only do so much, and there was not much that he could do if she didn’t want to talk to him. After knocking and waiting outside for two hours, he went to his apartment and paced around for an hour. He couldn’t think. She baked him muffins for an apology. Then what? She waited for him to come home and open the door. If she wasn’t opening the door, then what?

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling his phone out. Bucky could already feel the regret seeping into his bones as he pressed only the contact he had in his phone.

The line connected almost instantly.

“Buck. Are you good?” Sam’s voice came from the other end, frantic.

“I’m fine. Calm down,” Bucky said with a sigh, dropping onto his couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You never call me, so excuse me for being worried!” Sam snapped at him, though Bucky could pick up on the teasing tone. “If you’re not dying somewhere, then what’s up?”

“I think I messed up. No, actually, I know I messed up,” Bucky confessed. “I don’t know what to do.”

Sam was silent on the other end. Bucky could hear the grin on his face begin to slowly form, and he wanted to punch a hole in the wall. Then, laughter started to rumble from the other side “Is that really James Buchanan Barnes on the other end of this phone call?” Sam exclaimed loudly in between bursts of laughter. “Because I swear– someone just asked me for advice and the Bucky that I know would never!”

“Alright, fuck you. I’ll figure it out myself.” Bucky took his phone away from his ear, ready to press the red button on the screen when he heard the frantic noises of his friend on the other line.

“Wait! Wait wait wait! I’m joking! Buck, stop. I’m all ears. What’s going on, seriously?” Sam asked, taking a deep breath. “Talk to me.”

Bucky swallowed, staring daggers into the coffee table in front of him. Then, he confessed. Explained the situation to Sam, who, surprisingly, listened quietly from start to finish. He didn’t even give any ad libs or anything like that. Just listened without any judgement or noise. Then, when Bucky was finished, he finally spoke.

“Yeah. You fucked up, Buck.”

“Why the hell do you think I called you?” Bucky demanded as Sam sighed on the other end. “Should I just stand up the bartender?”

“Well, no,” Sam said quickly. “You go to that place every Wednesday with your old guy friend, and she works there. That would make it awkward, and it’s clear that your old guy friend likes her and looks after her. You don’t want to make an enemy like that. So just go on the date, but let her down gently. Tell her you’re not interested from the start, and just get the hell out. No muss, no fuss.”

“Right. Okay.” Bucky nodded, even though Sam clearly couldn’t see him.

“And with your neighbor– why don’t you just text her or something? I understand talking to her face to face is a good thing, but it would be good to also let her know that you’re sorry as soon as possible.”

Bucky froze. He didn’t reply. Sam caught it, and they sat in silence for a while.

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“Do you have her phone number?”

“That’s an irrelevant question. Tell me how to make her forgive me.”

“You’re fucking hopeless.”

“Dude,” Bucky groaned.

“Okay, fine! Girls like flowers. Or at least, most girls do. Unless they’re woke or something, I don’t know. My sister said some shit about that the other day and it confused the hell out of me– anyways. She seems like the kinda girl that would like flowers,” Sam quickly said. “Get her some flowers. You can do that, right? Isn’t that right up your alley? You’ve given flowers in the 40s, right?”

“Of course I’ve given flowers, Sam, I’m not an asshole,” Bucky snapped. Truthfully, the idea had not crossed his mind. He would have to credit Sam, but only in his head.

“Start there,” Sam said with a sigh. “Just be yourself, Buck. She liked you enough to make out with you, so there’s obviously something wrong with her head–”

“I’m hanging up,” Bucky announced, slamming his finger into the red button on the screen. He could practically hear Sam’s cackle from wherever the hell he was.

Bucky went to go get the flowers right after hanging up. The flower stand that he knew of would be closed in the next few hours, and he wanted to be able to get her a nice bouquet. So, he stood there, for about forty-five minutes, staring down each and every individual petal. He criticized every single flower. If there was a bruise or a fold, he didn’t want anything to do with it. If there was a sign of a wilt, he got offended. It needed to be as close to perfect, something that was almost as beautiful as her.

The florist at the shop ended up custom making him a bouquet with the flowers he picked out of other bouquets to get him the hell away from his stand. Bucky was supposedly scaring away other potential customers, not that he cared. He was satisfied with his arrangement.

Bucky did try one more time at her apartment, knocking again. He knew she wouldn’t answer, but it didn’t hurt to try. He could only let out a deep sigh before moving to have the flowers rest in his apartment in water, waiting to be properly placed in its home beside his. Then, he waited for ten to roll around. He needed to go turn down the bartender.

Bucky wasn’t new to the act of seduction. If he had to grade Leah, she would have a big fat fucking F.

She pulled her top down more than it should naturally be stretched in order to expose more of her chest. She went as far as leaning forward on the table and pressing her elbows together as she looked at him between her eyelashes, begging him to sit down and just have a couple of drinks with her to unwind.

“I’m good,” he said, shaking his head. “Like I said, this date really wasn’t part of my plan today. I’m really sorry to have wasted your time.”

Leah pouted at him, and she leaned back in her seat. She tilted her head at him, and huffed. “So, I touched up my makeup for nothing?”

“Really sorry about that,” he apologized again.

“Just take a seat, if you’re really so sorry,” she tried again, gesturing to the chair in front of hers. Bucky let out a sigh.

“Listen, I really have to get going. I only stopped by to let you know that I can’t do this, and I don’t have any interest in dating right now. I didn’t want to be an asshole and have you wait all night for me.”

“Well, that’s kind of you.” She smiled at him. “You know, you are here now. Why not just go with the flow? It’s already so late at night. If you’re not interested in being here at the restaurant twice in one day, I get it. I’ve been stuck at the restaurant all day, so I could use a change of pace, too.”

“Oh, no. It wasn’t an invitation,” Bucky said quickly. “I’ll be going. By myself.”

“Don’t be like that.” Leah frowned at him, standing up. She walked over to him, standing right in front of him. “I just want to get to know you a bit. We can take drinks back to my place, if you want?”

The bartender reached a hand out to touch his arm, and a brief wave of panic rushed over him. No. He didn’t want to be touched, but he also couldn’t just attack this woman for no reason. Bucky quickly shifted, angling his body away. She swiped at the air, and she stumbled forward a little bit. The man cleared his throat, clenching his jaw.

“Have a good night. I’ll be leaving now,” he told her, turning away.

“Wait!” she called after him, but he was quicker than she was. He needed to get far.

Maybe Sam’s advice fucking sucked. Maybe it would have been better to stand her up than have to deal with whatever bullshit that was. Clearly, she was insane. Maybe she thought he was playing hard to get? He was certain that he said no more than enough times. A strange feeling filled his gut. He hated it. The feeling of not being in control again. He let out a shaky breath, and started his walk back home.

He wanted to see his neighbor. Wanted to be in her presence, give her the flowers he picked for her. Bucky wanted to see her face, even if she was mad at him. Wanted to listen to her talk, even if she didn’t have much to say to him. Just something to be near her, even for a little bit.

So he waited outside her door. He didn’t hear her through the walls. There wasn’t any soft snoring from the bedroom. He didn’t hear any pens against paper, nor any devices inside. She wasn’t home, he was certain. So, Bucky stood there, flowers in hand.

When he heard her footsteps, he could only let out a breath of relief. When he saw her face, his anxiety dissipated. Everything was okay. The fear was melting away, just from looking at her. It hit him hard, then and there.

Bucky had already fallen for her, and he hoped the fall would never end.

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writingxfootballl · 6 months ago

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and after all this time (i’m still into you) (alexia putellas x reader)

when arsenal plays barcelona in the champions league final, you finally get to see the girl who broke your heart years ago.

word count: 3105 ish

rating: C cheesy ending but i ran out of ideas. A for kind of angsty but not really.

title- still into you by paramore

a/n: this is unedited. clearing out my computer. don’t come at me for spelling mistakes and plot holes >:(

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you don’t get nervous.

you’re always confident and composed before every game, and you knew that.

jonas knew that.

everyone knew that.

which is why you’ve been the captain at (almost) every team you’ve played for.

it only took half a season in london after your transfer from bayern for you to gain the title of vice captain.

now, two seasons after that, you’re sitting comfortably on your title as captain.

you’re confident and you knew it.

which is why you’re struggling to figure out why your heart is pounding as you put on your captain’s armband.

viv just blamed it on the nerves of the game.

after all, it is the champion’s league final.

who wouldn’t be nervous?

you that’s who.

you knew you wouldn’t be nervous.

you should be there to pep talk your team and get the kids like maanum excited for what was about to happen.

but you were a mess.

“snap out of it. people are beginning to notice.”

viv’s low hiss in dutch brought you out of it temporarily.

you felt a soft tap on the shoulder and turned to see malin’s nerve ridden face.

you briefly forget about your own troubles in place of comforting the younger players.

still, some people are beginning to notice.

lisa whispers to viv:

“is everything okay with y/n?”

viv just shrugs.

your hands don’t get clammy.

like being nervous, having clammy hands was out of the ordinary for you.

which is why you’re confused when you find yourself constantly having to wipe your hands on your shorts to keep them from persperating.

when the game is about to begin, you adjust your captains armband and make your way up front, making sure to wipe your hands again in order to save torrejón the misery of shaking hands with your hot and sweaty ones.

as you’re looking down and adjusting, you don’t notice barca’s new captain walking up towards you.

you don’t notice that it’s in fact not torrejón.

you don’t notice until she walks up right in front of you, and you’re hit with the smell of perfume, one that you were so enamored with many years ago.

and almost immediately, the memories you had suppressed come flooding back.

there’s a sharp intake of air.

and then you look up.

10 years ago

this was your last season with levante.

you knew that.

you had started talks with the staff at wolfsburg and barca, no longer wanting to stay in buñol anymore.

you had signed at the sweet age of 15, and two years later, you weren’t happy with where you were at.

now, 17, you’re more than happy to leave.

aside from being levante’s captain and star midfielder, the club didn’t offer you much.

regardless if you were leaving or not, you still were going to make sure you had one hell of a season.

making your way onto the pitch on the first day of training, you’re surprised to hear the swish of the ball hitting the back of the net.

you’re usually the first to arrive, so someone else being there was unusual to say the least.

you make your way behind the brunette girl, who doesn’t quite seem to register your presence.

you watch her take a few free kicks from behind.

the 11 on her jersey flows as the ball hits the back of the net each and every time.

putellas.

the name doesn’t ring a bell.

must be a new signing.

you clear your throat a little and the girl in front of you spins around so quickly she trips over the ball behind her.

her cheeks flush a little in embarrassment when her back hits the turf.

your cheeks flush too when you see her face.

she was… exactly your type.

high cheekbones… brown hair pulled up into a messy ponytail… arched eyebrows and-

you clear your throat quickly again to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

the girl is still looking up at you expectantly, and you blush before realizing she wanted you to help her up.

you stick an arm out and she grabs it without hesitation, smiling the whole time.

you smile back at her softly, desperately trying to ignore the sparks flying up your arm from the contact.

now infront of you, she was even more breathtaking up close.

“hola. soy alexia, mucho gusto.” (hi, i’m alexia, nice to meet you)

you grimaced slightly.

though you’ve played in spain for the past two years, your spanish was… subpar to say the least.

even then, you manage to get out a choppy, and heavily accented sentence.

“h-hola, uhh soy y/n?” (h-hi, uhh i’m y/n?)

alexia couldn’t hold in her chuckle.

you glare at her and mumble in dutch.

“hou je mond.” (shut up)

alexia laughs again and a quizzical look passes on her face before she tries again.

she sticks out her hand and this time what follows is spoken in heavily spanish accented english:

“i am alexia, nice to meet you.”

you smile and take her hand, replying with heavily dutch accented english in return:

“and i’m y/n. nice to meet you too.”

you were phasing in and out as your coach droned on and on about training rules and protocols.

“okay and now for the partners…”

your ears perked up.

“rodriguez and garcia, y/ln and putellas…”

you turned and your eyes met alexia’s, both of you grinning widely.

honestly, now in hindsight, putting the two of you together was probably a mistake.

in a good way.

separately, you were forces to be reckoned with.

you had an almost dance like way of getting around defenders, shifting your weight and moving your body in ways they just never quite expect.

you also had almost perfect crosses at this young age, leading to almost every one of your crosses becoming an assist.

alexia on the other hand, scored goals.

her free kicks were always shot with so much power that it’s a miracle the goalies don’t have broken wrists after their pitiful attempts to stop them.

so put the two of you together, and you were unstoppable.

there was no way for you to lose during training.

the two of you were unbeaten 2v2 champions.

some of your teammates even began to complain about it.

but it didn’t really matter.

the two of you worked together before training and after training, so much so that you knew her like the back of your hand.

you knew just by instinct what alexia wanted and alexia knew by instinct what you wanted.

it was for that reason that alexia, just after being with levante for a season, broke the club’s all time goal scoring record.

and in that season, you had the most assists out of any player in the primera division.

but your chemistry didn’t stop there.

the two of you were inseparable off the field too.

from sunrise to sunset, the two of you were together.

the weekdays were full of training, the weekends full of movies and late nights in, watching movies on your apartment couch.

it wasn’t long before you moved in together.

as friends of course.

you invited her one day after practice, since she spent so much time there you basically already lived together, and of course, she agreed.

now you were together literally 24/7, and you wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

present

when your eyes met alexia’s brown ones, you couldn’t think about the game anymore.

you think your brain has stopped working.

but luckily, alexia looks just as surprised as you.

you don’t mean for the breathy whisper that escapes to come out, but it does.

“ale…”

alexia’s breath hitches, and the two of you just stand there, dumbstruck, until the referee cuts in between the two of you.

“you’re supposed to shake hands now.”

alexia snaps out of it first.

“right.”

she sticks her hand out and smiles softly at you.

you try to compose yourself the best you can and take her hand.

you try not to make a fool of yourself on live television, but you think that’s impossible at this point.

you try to avoid it, but your heart is racing at the feeling of the girl’s hands in yours.

you both stand there a second longer than you probably should.

your hands linger just a bit too long, and even though you're trying to focus on anything but the electricity running between you, it’s hard not to notice how her touch still sends a jolt through you.

you can smell her perfume again, that same scent that used to be so familiar, and for a second, it feels like you’re back in another time, another life. everything around you fades out.

but then, the moment snaps back into place, and you pull your hand away, way too quickly, like it burned you.

you look down at your feet, just trying to hide the heat creeping up your neck.

“good luck,” you say, voice coming out a little quieter than you’d like.

“yeah,” alexia replies, her smile still there, soft but knowing.

there’s something in the way she says it, like it means more than just the words.

"you too."

she turns away then, and even though you should be focusing on the game, you’re just standing there, heart still racing in your chest.

your feet won’t move, not yet.

not until she’s far enough away.

you finally tear your eyes away, trying to focus on the pitch again, but it’s like the field’s become smaller, the sounds quieter.

all you can hear is your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.

you try to shake it off.

you try to forget about her, but every time you glance over, she’s there—her every movement pulling your eyes like magnets.

you catch a glimpse of her during a break in play.

she's laughing with her teammates, but when she catches your gaze again, her expression shifts, just for a moment.

like she’s still feeling the same thing you are.

you swallow thickly, trying to get back in the zone, but it’s like you're running in circles, chasing something you can’t quite catch.

the match drags on, the final minutes creeping by.

barcelona’s up 2-0.

the crowd’s starting to lose energy, but you can feel your team pushing, fighting. trying to claw back into this.

then, a miracle.

a ball comes across to you. you hear viv's voice in your head, urging you to take control, to make something happen.

but just as you’re about to move, you see her—alexia—closing in, just like you always used to.

old habits die hard.

you move without thinking, instincts kicking in.

fake one way, then cut left.

the other defender chasing you trips for half a second, and that’s all the space you need.

you're in the clear, for a moment, and everything feels like it’s falling into place.

but then—

the ball’s gone.

in a flash, alexia slides in, intercepting just before you can make your pass.

you barely see her coming, but you feel the hit when she clears the ball away from you.

for one breathless second, time feels like it freezes.

of course. she still knows you just as well.

her eyes lock with yours—those same brown eyes, sharp and unreadable—and all the noise in your head falls away.

there’s nothing left between you but that look, the history, everything unsaid.

you stand there, heart racing, just staring.

she’s still the same alexia—strong, sharp, intense—but there's something more now. something different.

for a second, you forget you’re playing against her.

you forget everything: the game, the score, the rivalry. all of it.

you forget it all.

but then, the whistle blows. the game is over.

barcelona wins.

the roar of the crowd brings you back, and you turn, pulling yourself back into the moment.

you make your way dejectedly off the pitch, but alexia’s face lingers in your thoughts, her every movement replaying in your head.

as you reach the tunnel, you glance over your shoulder.

she's standing there, her teammates around her, but her eyes are locked on you. softer now. almost like she’s waiting for something.

you don’t know how long you stand there, caught between the moment and reality.

the world seems to blur around you.

but then, the noise of the stadium fades, and you find yourself walking toward the locker room, thoughts racing faster than your feet.

10 years ago

you and alexia had always been in sync.

at levante, it felt like everything just clicked—on the pitch, off the pitch.

you could read each other’s movements without a second thought.

passes were seamless, runs were timed perfectly, and the moments you shared after training felt as natural as the game itself.

it was almost like you’d been playing together forever, the connection so strong it pulled you both closer in ways neither of you had expected.

in the beginning, it was easy to fall into each other.

there were quiet evenings spent talking about everything and nothing, laughing over ridiculous things, or just lying together, not needing words to say how much you meant to each other.

everything felt like it was falling into place. the world seemed right when you were with her, like it was always meant to be this way.

but then, the phone call came.

barcelona.

for alexia, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.

the chance to play for one of the biggest clubs in the world, to push herself to the highest level.

it was everything she’d ever worked for.

it was her dream, and she couldn't turn it down. you knew that.

you knew how much this meant to her, how hard she’d fought for it, but it didn't make it any easier.

you both knew this was coming. you had known for some time it was your last season together.

but the reality of her being in barcelona, and you… not with her, was a heavy weight.

“i have to do this,” alexia said one night, her eyes filled with determination but something else too, something harder.

“i can’t let anything distract me. not now. not when everything is finally falling into place.”

you tried to be understanding, but it was hard.

“i get it, i do. but… what about us?”

she paused, eyes softening for just a moment before she spoke again.

“this is bigger than us. i can't afford to divide my focus right now. it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me either.”

the words hit harder than you expected.

it’s not fair to you—it was as though she was saying that this relationship, the one you thought was everything, wasn't important enough to fight for.

the weight of her ambition, her desire to reach the pinnacle of her career, was more than you could ever be.

“so that’s it then?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but she heard it.

you could see her struggling, torn between what she wanted and the love she had for you.

but there was no denying it—her focus was shifting, and it wasn’t on you anymore.

“i just… i need to focus on this. i need to focus on me.”

her words were gentle, but there was no mistaking the finality in them.

it stung, deeply.

you knew you had your own path, your own career to think about.

arsenal was calling too, and it felt like the universe was pushing both of you in different directions, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

she didn’t want to do long-distance.

she didn’t want to divide herself in a way that made her feel less than whole.

and, in the end, she wasn’t willing to make room for you in that vision. "

i can’t afford to keep looking back," she said. "i need to move forward."

you couldn’t hold onto something that wasn’t there anymore.

her decision was clear, even if you still didn’t understand it fully.

the love, the chemistry, everything you shared—it felt like it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap that had grown between you.

and so, just like that, you both moved on, but not together.

her future in barcelona, your future in arsenal—each heading toward something bigger, but no longer with each other.

the weight of it lingered.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe you weren’t as important as you thought you were.

maybe the love you shared wasn’t enough to keep her tethered, to keep you in her world.

and you wondered, sometimes, if maybe you were just part of the past she was trying to leave behind.

present

later, after all the celebrations, the interviews, and the spotlight’s moved on to the next story, you find yourself standing outside the stadium. alone.

you need air. you need space to think.

and then, out of nowhere, you hear footsteps behind you.

you don’t turn around, but you don’t need to.

you already know who it is.

“y/n.”

it’s the same voice, and it feels like nothing’s changed.

"can we talk?"

you turn to face her.

for a moment, neither of you says anything.

it’s like the weight of years is pressing down on both of you, all the things unsaid hanging in the air.

and then the words you’ve been craving to hear.

“i’m sorry.”

it’s silent for a while. and finally, the question slips out before you can stop it.

“are you still the same person, ale?” once the words leave your lips, you wish you could take them back.

it sounds dumb. pointless, even.

alexia looks at you, a small, bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

“i think we both know the answer to that.”

she takes a step closer, but not too close. giving you space. giving you time.

you don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything at all.

there’s tension in the air, so thick you can almost taste it.

everything you’ve both been holding back for so long hanging there.

and then, without a word, she pull you into a hug.

it’s not perfect, but it’s something. it's everything you both missed.

all the silence, the years, the distance—it falls away, like it never even mattered.

when you pull back, you finally manage a shaky smile.

“i guess some things don’t change after all.”

“no,” alexia replies, her eyes soft, “i guess not.”

and for the first time in years, everything feels calm again.

maybe the game wasn’t the only thing that needed to be won.

maybe it was you, too.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #barcelona femeni #barcelona women #woso imagine

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limerence-17 · 1 month ago

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Hey lovely! So glad I saw your requests open, I've had an idea floating around in my mind for a while now if you're up for it ♡

jealous!Joel X younger!reader teehee 👉👈 Joel's been horny for you for a while but he won't do anything about it... Until he sees Jesse being all handsy and flirty over you in public, and you let him because you knew he was watching. Joel can't take it anymore and shows you what a real man can do ✨

dancin' for the devil

warnings: 18+ mdni age gap (it’s discussed,) joel is super awkward (until he isn’t,) oral sex fem receiving, unprotected sex (doggystyle,) drinking (of age!!,) reader is going through a breakup

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thank u for this request lovely! I'm obsessed with the idea of jealous joel holllyyyy. he's the exact type of guy who would have those thoughts but wouldn't know how to verbalize them and then FINALLY when he sees you get with someone else he just can't control himself. i could visualize this so vividly that I immediately had to start writing and this kinda just flowed out of me so here u go!! this is not really edited btw!!

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“You know what, I think I’ll take one more,” you said, grinning ear to ear as you ran a hand over your no longer neatly french braided hair.

“Oh so it’s that kinda night huh?” Dina asked, side by side of you at the bar. You nodded, downing the next one just as quickly.

You slammed the shot glass back down on the counter and let out a short yell, “Whoo!”

You’d only been single for about two weeks, but having broken up with your boyfriend of three years made you realize two things: life was too short to not do what you wanted to do and you needed to spend more time with friends.

“You’re not planning on going home anytime soon?” You asked Dina, a little worried of the eventual moment you’d have to go back to your empty house, to nothing but the sound of Jackson crickets and creaks in the floor. You dreaded the moment your head would hit the pillow and you’d suddenly be overcome with nostalgia. The drinking was how you numbed the pain of missing him, and the dancing was how you curbed the need to be touched.

The funniest part of it all was that towards the end, you didn’t even love him. Hell, you hardly even liked him. He was a year younger than you, only 25, and was as sweet as honey. But the two of you had gotten into a routine.

You both would go on patrols, come home for dinner and he’d lay down on the couch while he’d tell you all about his day. But eventually he stopped asking about yours, and the two of you had stopped sleeping together. One morning you woke up and it just dawned over you. You’d always care about him, but you didn’t want to be his person, his wife, his anything.

You just wanted to be.

Yes, you had ended the relationship. And the worst part of it all? You had developed a ridiculous crush on the man who lead your patrol groups in Jackson. Joel Miller, who was about twenty five years older than you, and nothing but a complete ass to you. For some reason, you’d been thinking about him more than your ex.

Between not feeling the spark towards your ex anymore, and being more excited at the thought of seeing Joel fucking Miller. You knew you made the right decision to breakup with him. You just weren’t sure where your love life would be headed to next.

It was silly truthfully. You knew this could never go anywhere, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip anytime you heard his gruff voice walking down the road with his horse.

He was just eye candy for you, but tonight you needed something real. You needed someone to touch you. To remind you just how desirable you truly were.

“Dina please come dance with me,” you whined like a little kid, holding Dina’s hands and swaying them back and forth.

Dina let out a low chuckle, avoiding eye contact, “Absolutely not I am so not on your level,” she chuckled. But it was then that the mood of the band changed. From an upbeat folk song to a slow country ballad.

You and Dina both looked at eachother and burst into laughter. Dina was practically about to yank you further away from the dance floor when just then Jesse had slid up beside you two. He gave Dina a small smile, she blushed like a little girl and you couldn’t help but notice. It was then that Jesse turned back over to you, swallowing hard. He wiped his palm on his jeans and reached it out towards you.

You gave him a puzzled look, drawing out a low “Uhh…”

Jesse’s eyes widened, almost as if he asked the question in his head but not out loud.

“Wanna dance with me?” He asked, hardly giving you a moment to respond before making another statement.

“You look… real beautiful,” he said, this time his tone was lower and his eyes were meeting yours. You went to look back at Dina, but she’d started to slowly walk backwards until she could politely walk far enough to give you two some space.

You looked around the room, noticing how others were joining the dance floor and you looked back at Jesse. He was tall, really tall, and for the state of the world in Jackson he smelt strangely good? Like laundry detergent and rain? He was decently handsome and truth be told? It wasn’t like you were taken anymore. It also wasn’t like Joel Miller was going to take a liking to you anytime soon. You took his hand, and slowly guided him to the dance floor.

Smiling, you could tell just how giddy Jesse was, unsure where to put his hands. But you wrapped yours around the back of his neck and guided his onto your waist. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or your confidence, but you needed more. Not Jesse, just more of a man’s touch.

You swayed back and forth until you leaned up and whispered into his ear, his cheeks glowing beat red from your words, “You can move your hands down,” you flirted.

Jesse’s hand hesitated, but he eventually cupped your ass quickly and moved into back to rest softly against the base of your back. The feeling was nice, decent enough you’d supposed.

But when you looked up from having your face tucked into the nook of his shoulder that’s when you saw it.

Joel Miller.

He was standing just inside the Tipsy Bison’s wide entrance, near the door. His body was half in the shadow of the main lights, but noticeable enough. His one hand holding a glass of something dark, the other tucked into his jacket. He wasn’t talking to anyone. Wasn’t even moving. Wasn’t pretending to look anywhere else.

He’d always been nothing but stern with you, if that. When he wasn’t being stern he wasn’t acknowledging you. But this time was different, this time you felt like he’d been watching you this whole entire time. It was almost enough to make you sober up, almost.

You felt your cheeks go hot, and your chest tightened up. The lack of oxygen in the room was now overbearing and resting your face on Jesse’s shoulder no longer felt comfortable, but claustrophobic. Between thinking about your ex and what you did, Jesse’s hands all over you and now Joel’s eyes, you were sure you were about to have a panic attack. You pulled away and looked up at Jesse. He raised his eyebrow, brushing his fingers over your shoulder.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

You half expected Joel to be looking somewhere else by now, but when you looked over Jesse’s shoulder, Joel was still standing there watching. Jesus it felt like it was only you two in the room.

Joel licked his lips, crossed his arms the same way he did if he was pissed at you for something you did on patrol. His gaze shifted from your eyes to Jesse’s hands on your waist. His hand ran over his nose ever so slightly, but his gaze was still fixated on you.

“I think I need some air,” you said, stumbling a little backwards as you removed yourself from Jesse’s arms. But it wasn’t from the drinking.

“Oh,” Jesse started, clearly confused by your antics. “I can come with you?”

“No!” You said, a lot louder and quicker than you anticipated.

You cleared your throat, and gave him a small smile, touching his shoulder gently, “Too many shots is all,” you replied, trying to compose yourself.

Jesse nodded, although you could tell he wasn’t too sure. You paced quickly through the Tipsy Bison, heading out the side entrance. You could practically feel Joel’s eyes on you until you finally made it outside. The door slammed shut behind you and you leaned against the building wall, taking deep breaths trying to collect yourself.

Until you heard the door open beside you only to see Joel standing there, arms now casually resting in both jacket pockets as he met your gaze.

“If you’ve come to lecture me I’m not in the mood,” you replied. This was the usual banter you two had, nothing too serious, but stern enough.

“Didn’t take you as the slow dancin’ type,” Joel replied, his voice low and gruff. He leaned against the outside wall beside you, turning to face you every now and then.

You scoffed, “I don’t think I ever was until tonight.”

“Is that why you let that Jesse fellow have his hands all over you?”

You felt your cheeks go hot, and you stumbled over your words.

“I didn’t- that wasn’t- Jesse’s just a friend,” you replied.

Joel raised an eyebrow, pushing himself slightly off the wall so that he could face you better, “Friend huh?”

You nodded, scoffing as if you were trying to make yourself believe your words. But Joel clearly saw right through you.

“Can’t say I ever had a friend grab my ass like that,” he said. The way he said that sounded so casual, and you weren’t sure if he was just annoyed, or flirting.

“Jesus… were you watching us the entire time?” You crossed your arms now, perking yourself off the wall to face him back.

“Can’t help but notice these sort of things, ain’t like you two were being subtle or nothin’.” Joel’s hand moved to his lips as he ran his thumb over them.

“You drunk?” Joel asked. There was something about the way he asked, the way he presented himself that made you feel like you couldn’t lie to him. It was the way he carried himself.

“Was trying to be, sobered up pretty quick after seeing you watching me like a hawk from inside.” You let out a chuckle, but Joel didn’t laugh. Nothing about this was funny to him.

“Ain’t you just got out of a relationship? With that… hell was that kid's name?” Joel asked gruffly.

It pissed you off that after a few years of you being on patrols with Joel, he never even bothered to learn the name of the guy you were dating.

“Matt…” you muttered, frowning. “I broke up with him two weeks ago.”

Joel was clearly becoming agitated, crossing his arms as he faced you, “You think dancin’ with boys who ain’t gonna want you the next morning is the way to go about this? Trust me I’ve been there… just makes it worse,” he replied.

You kicked at the rocks on the ground, avoiding eye contact, “Dunno… but it sure as hell helps me to forget why I broke up with him in the first place,” you muttered.

“Oh yeah?” Joel’s arms were still crossed firmly, as he faced you with his eyebrows raised, “And why’s that?”

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his appearance, the way his hair flopped down perfectly and highlighted his features. His facial hair had salt and pepper sprinkled throughout, and his hands were large and worn. But what drove you crazy was how he smelt. It was far more masculine than Jesse. Joel smelt like woodshop, and pine needles.

You sighed, placing your face into the palm of your hands, sighing before you responded.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about somebody else, you finally muttered out loud.

Joel didn’t speak, he just kept his gaze on you. This time his eyes softened.

You continued, “But it wasn’t just that. I fell out of love with Matt a long time ago, I knew that…” you sighed, taking a deep breath looking up into the night stars as you carried on. “I just didn’t realize it completely until I developed feelings for this person, until I was thinking about them like all the fucking time.”

The silence just stayed there between you two, as if you both had to comprehend what was just said.

“Come on Joel say something, you followed me all this way out here, don’t make me sound like a complete asshole. I already feel like one anyway…”

Joel shook his head, placing his hands into his pockets, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“You ain’t an asshole,” Joel said, his voice was a lot quieter now, practically a whisper. “Not for that.”

“And I’m sorry for judging you for grinding on Jesse or whatever it was you two were doin’.”

You let out a soft laugh, grinning before tugging at your ear gently.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you replied, looking at his eyes, those big brown doe eyes.

He didn’t answer, not a first. It took Joel a moment to collect himself, shuffling awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to say something, but usually he reverted to something cold and you half expected that.

“I get it,” he began. “Look… sometimes we end up with people we think we love cause they see us and all, but then we get stuck. Cause we don’t wanna hurt em’, don’t wanna be cruel. But you shouldn’t do that cause…”

You nodded, your eyebrows creased as your encouraged him to keep talking.

“Cause there’s someone else,” you said, nodding to remind yourself that what you did was the right thing. “Someone who’s gonna make me feel more alive than ever.”

Joel didn’t move, he didn’t flinch or shuffle this time. He just studied you.

“Sounds like you already know,” he said, voice rough. “About who you want instead of Matt… instead of Jesse touchin’ you with his hands like that…”

You gave a dry laugh, unsure of whether or not Joel was just being protective. “Doubt it, cause I doubt he feels the same way bout me.”

Joel took a step closer, closing in the space between the two of you, “Ain’t no way for you to know that for sure.”

“Maybe he does.”

“Joel…” you said, your voice barely a whisper as he stepped even closer, his hand brushing against your bare arm.

“Look I ain’t good at this. I know I haven’t been the nicest and all but seein’ you with Jesse tonight… made me realize somethin’.” You inhaled sharply, still mesmerized by the feeling of his calloused fingers against your arm.

You tried to speak, but Joel shushed you, practically achingly as he moved his hands to cup your cheek.

“I know I’m older and all, and I understand if you don’t wanna be with a man like me, I know it’s too soon. But babygirl, I think about you all the damn time,” Joel said, and you felt your heart leap at those words.

You sucked in a breath, wanting to pinch yourself to find out if this was really happening at all.

“I know I’m not your man, I don’t deserve nothin’ and I understand if you’re not interested, but I wanna be the one you take home tonight. I wanna show you what it’s like to be wanted, really wanted.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Shit… I’ve said too much haven’t I?” But you reached out and cupped his face.

You could feel the strain in his voice, how badly he’s wanted to say this to you for God knows how long.

“Take me home Joel,” you replied softly, running your hands across his cheek.

You smiled, as you took his hand, and walked down the sidewalk, side by side, hardly making eye contact with each other the whole way until you reached your porch. You both stepped inside through the front door and before you could say anything, Joel had grabbed you by the waist and pulled into a kiss- deep, aching for more. He let out a loud groan as he exhaled before kissing you once more. You hands naturally gravitated to run through his hair as he gripped his large hand across the bottom of your back, slipping it underneath your shirt. His touch was warm and you couldn’t help but feel so at peace, like this was where you were supposed to be this entire time.

Joel ripped his coat off between kisses, and throughout the moans and heavy breathing of each kiss, he pushed you against the closet door, now pulling away. His lips were pouty and red, his eyes were dark and locked onto your face.

“Bet you ain’t ever been touched properly have you? Never been fucked like the good girl you are?”

Your hands moved to touch his arms, but to your surprise he pinned them above your head, giving you that cold Joel stare you knew oh so well.

“That was a question babygirl, answer.”

You smirked, amused at how playful he could be now that the awkwardness between the two of you was completely gone.

“No… never…”

“Jesus…” he replied as he gravitated downwards, running his hands across the sides of your hips, down to your thighs. He was now kneeling, his face between your legs and he slowly began to pull down your jeans, as you stepped through each jean legged and he threw them to the other side of the room. He stood back up, feverishly kissing your neck, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling.

You squealed as he picked you up with ease, holding you by your ass as he walked up the stairs, heading into your bedroom, laying you down onto the bed.

He removed his shirt, and unbuckled his jeans and you did the same, trying to match his pace. He grunted as he crawled to be on top of you, taking in every inch of you with his eyes.

“You want my fingers? My tongue? Baby girl you gotta use your words…”

You pulled at the waist band of his briefs and look back to meet his gaze.

Joel looked down and then back up at you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied firmly. This was what you’d been thinking about, and from the heat between your legs you knew this was what you wanted.

“You sure baby? Cause once I start I don’t know if I can stop. I’ll want you all to myself.”

“I want you to bend me over and-“

Joel took that as enough of a sign and put his large hand on your stomach and another on your back and flipped you over.

You muffled, moaning into the pillow at just the touch of his hands on your bare ass. You half expected to feel the tip of his dick but when you felt the softness of his tongue against your clit from behind, and the roughness of his stubble, you let out a stifled moan.

“Fuck me you taste s’fuckin’ good,” Joel groaned, before lapping his tongue against your slit once again, moving it up and down and placing kisses on your ass whenever he could.

He removed his tongue and flipped you back over so that you could now meet his gaze once more.

“But I said I wanted-“

Joel shushed you once again, this time firmly and spread your legs open, placing his index finger and middle finger against your slit, enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll get it when I think you’re ready,” he replied, his voice gruff.

“Cause I’m gonna finger you while you scream my name first baby girl.”

You moaned, as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, curving them slightly as his gaze stayed firmly against yours. His fingers were large, but didn’t hurt. You wanted more and nudged your hips slightly to encourage him.

“Joel please… need more…”

Joel knew exactly what to do and sped up the pace, practically enough to make you see stars. He pushed his fingers into your entrance hard and fast, pumping them at the same speed. He was grunting and moaning more than you were by now. But you were wet, ridiculously so.

Before you came, he flipped you back around, leaning over you enough so that you could feel his hot breath against the back of your neck.

“Gonna fuck you real hard now baby,” he stated.

The tip of his dick entered into your slit slowly, but you were so wet you didn’t feel any pain of any sort. You just wanted more, needed more, craved more.

“Fuck that’s it, what a fuckin’ tight pussy you’ve got,” he grunted, as his pace moved more swiftly. He slapped your ass hard, fucking you faster and you couldn’t help but scream out obcensities into the pillow at hand.

“Say my name,” he grunted out, breathing heavily.

“Joel,” you moaned.

“Louder.”

“Joel!” Joel slapped your ass harder this time, until eventually you could feel his torso shake as his hands gripped your hips tighter.

“Fuck baby… gonna come…”

Joel let himself release inside of you and pulled out quickly, laying down on your bed, panting.

You turned back over, smiling, running your hands through your hair.

“What is it?”

“Just so you know… I was jealous of Jesse tonight.”

You laughed, playfully tucking yourself into Joel’s chest.

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When the sun falls - Zed Necrodopolis x Reader

I am so sad one of my biggest comfort character doesn't have much fanfiction to honor him, so I'll try to work myself to fufill my desire and make some of you guys happy ! I am quite not satisfied with what I did, but I've spend so much time on it that it must be published now. (and why are the dialogue with the childhood friend better written than the actual overall fic???) Please do not hesitate to leave prompts or ideas you could have for future fanfictions, I'll gladly read them and write !

English is not my native language, I appologies for any grammar or other mistakes ! Don't hesitate to tell me for future work. Idea from Creative Writing Prompts My Masterlist

No warnings, just highschoolers being highschoolers.

Word count : 2.6k

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. It was when the sun made his smile a little bit brighter that you realised, Zed Necrodopolis was indeed making your heart beat faster.

You had taken the habbit of spending time near the football field when school's days were over, not wanting to go home the second the bell rung. Your childhood friend being a player in the seabrook team made it easier to find an excuse as why you were always near the team of shrimps. It became usual for the group of boys to see you, always sitting on the highest bleacher, reading a book or scrolling on your phone when words were too much to bear after a full day of eyeing them on the school board.

Maybe, you sometimes left your eyes wander, watching the jocks run all over the field, tossing balls, and screaming excitedly at each others. It was funny at times, even when you were secretly praying that one of those balls would never have the secret need to kiss your face.

Today wasn't the day you would get hit by a ball, but it was the day your eyes decided that a green haired boy was more interesting than your romance book about a super-hero and the girl he'll never have. Zed was the kind of guy that was easy to get along with. You both weren't close friends strictly speaking, but James, your childhood friend, made it easier to speak to the zombie. Conversations flowed safely when you two spoke, even when James was between you two, trying to feed conversations, hoping he'll get the two of you to become besties and hang out more with him. He was an optimist, something that really brought light to your life since a young age.

Your head was resting on your backpack, your body fully lying on the bleacher seating as the few last minutes of practice were almost over. Your hand hanging down was careful not to touch the ground, there was no way your skin was going to touch something long forgotten by a dirty student. Your eyes attentively followed Zed's green hair like he was the only guy you knew amongs the teenagers. Surely because he was the most noticeable, you had told yourself. Sometimes it hits you, why Zed was so popular amongs the folks in Seabrook. He was the first zombie who got his kind accepted by the humans, he was a good football captain and player. And now that his relationship with Addison ended a few months ago... It was safe to say that girls became a bit more aware of his charms. It would be a lie to say you've never noticed how handsome he looked, you just choose to ignore it, most of the time.

"Hey (L/n) !" Hearing your last name, you let your eyes drift lower to find the blond hair of James calling you with the biggest smile. Waiting down the bleachers, he breathed like he just ran twenty times the field. "Careful there, I can see you drowling from over here."

His voice was loud enought to reach your ears, and loud enought to catch the other boys attentions. He chuckled and a few players followed his humour with amused smiles, catching your attention. You narrowed your eyes, both slightly embarassed and annoyed that he had to call you out in front of all his teammates. You automatically stand up, picking your bag in one, strong hand, and made your way to him down the bleachers, already knowing that practice was over.

"Nice try James, I was just watching if your skills in football were better than mine." Switching you bag from your hand to your shoulder, you defended yourself with the tiniest amused smile, guiding his attention to anything else than you eyeing the captain of his team.

"Oh really ? What do you think then, did I improve myself ?" He asked, his joke long forgotten.

"Not really. You are not even reaching 10% of my football skills." Your smile grew wider as you made fun of him.

"Yeah yeah of course, how about we take that to the fi-"

"Hey James, time to take a shower buddy." You did not notice Zed approaching the two of you, only letting your eyes on him when he stood next to your friend and made his presence known. His elbow nudged James's, earning a scoff from him.

"I was going to, but I still need to take care of the lady remember ?" He moved his finger close to his temple, reminding him of your presence and how important you were.

"Oh I can take care of that, because it smells like death here." He waved his hand in front of his nose, making you chuckle against your will.

James tapped Zed's shoulder, turning himself to leave.

"Look who's talking Necrodopolis." He shook his head, looking at you. "I'll wait for you at the entrance." He then waved later to you, and you did too, smiling at his body leaving in direction of the locker room.

"Looks like you got rid of him." You now looked at Zed, your smile still full of playfulness. His eyes didn't lose time to search yours, raising slightly his head due to you still being on the bleacher stairs. You could have a better look at him this way, and didn't have to raise your head like you usually did. "Was my plan that obvious ?" He added to your teasing with a smile of his own, his body weight shifting on his left foot.

"Totally, I could see you wracking your brain from the football field, wondering how you would get to talk to me without James third wheeling." Funny flirty banter was your thing, whether you used it to smooth the atmosphere or to hint a slight interest. And in Zed's case... Well... You did admit to yourself that he was gorgeous.

"And I could see you staring, didn't know you had a thing for jocks." However, it was less of your thing when a charming boy used the same tricks as you. Zed's words made your cheeks grew pink, something you could easily blame to be the evening sun's fault.

"Just watching you boys play, it's pretty interesting sometimes."

"Only sometimes ?" He raised an amused eyebrow.

"Only sometimes."

"Too bad, I thought the team captain had caught your attention. You know, the handsome player with green hair." He attempted, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Really ? You're the team captain ? Since when ?" You let your face paint itself with a false air of surprise, playing more and more with the jokes he lets you have fun with.

"Oh it's recent, only one or two years since I joined the team. I also often forget how popular I've become." And again he shrugged his shoulders, delivering his line with the most unfazed facial expression you could have seen.

You laughed a bit louder than before, making a twinkle of victory appear in his eyes along with a charming smile. "Alright alright champ, I am just messing with you."

"I wouldn't have guessed." He mocked you a bit more, just to see you roll your eyes and shake your head with yet another giggle. A few seconds pass and Zed's can't help but notice how your eyes seems to have wandered to a thought deep hidden in your head. "What are you thinking about ?" He demanded, lowering his voice not to startle you in case you were already far into your daydream.

"I guess, I never really noticed... But the evening sun really compliments your hair." Too focus on the bright new color the sun created, you can't notice how Zed's cheeks became a lighter shade of pink, contrasting with his very pale skin. Sunddenly aware of his hair color he couldn't help but to run a hand through his locks, his eyes now shifting away from your face. His slight movement appear to break wathever spell you got yourself into and your eyes made their way back to his, not noticing his new attitude.

The next second, his eyes looked back at you, a thought of his own appearing behind the dark of his pupils. "I think I can find something well more complimenting than my crazy green hair. They are totally natural by the way."

His sentence seems to finally knock some sense into you, the very sense you had lost while looking at his hair, and the very same sense you had struggled to get back when your eyes looked at his. "I highly doubt that." Wide eyes take over your features to prove your point and your doubt before being washed by Zed's shaking his head.

"You do ? Okay, give me your hand if you are so sure of yourself." Stretching his hand in your direction, his brown orbs were pleading his case, puppy style, almost encouraging you to trust him.

You rolled your eyes, yet again, placing your hand in his. Your fingers curl around his skin, mimicking the way his just did around your hand. He does not lose the opportunity to take your second hand in his palm while your foot comes down your perch, trying to convince himself that your stability is his top priority. The grassy ground reminds you of how small you are compared to his giraffe heigh, and your head must now look up to gaze at his face. You tried to erase the thought his is skin being soft against yours, his hands being, oh so large, around your girl sized baby hands. But the task was way more difficult than you had imagined. In a soft motion, he exchanged both of your spot by making you rotate with him, his back was now facing the bleachers while you were greeted with the powerful sun on your face. You wondered how you did not became blind on the spot while Zed's face moved around tring to find several different angle to look at you. The skin on his face, moving without warning, cartooned his expressions which made you giggle. He looked so focused on his task that it made you feel self conscious about your look. "What you are doing ?" You try to quiet your giggle while your eyes followed his every move.

He focused his gaze on your eyes again, smiling with satisfaction. "The sun really compliments your eyes, they are beautiful."

At that moment, you couldn't quite grasp if it was the way he looked at you, or the way his voice gently complimented you, or maybe if it was just the fact that you were lying to yourself about being attracted to him, putting that affirmation far behind the fact that he was just charming. But his words stole all the air from your lungs and you felt extremely hot in a matter of seconds. His gaze didn't drift from yours, just admiring you even if he noticed the shy mess he just made of you. He was enough of a gentleman to not make a comment about it, and just appreciated it. Your thoughts racing faster than a rocket made your eyes dance in every direction possible, trying to find your words and confidence from earlier. Acknowledging the fact that you needed to respond, you bit your lower lip, trying to find the air you once had in your lungs.

"They are pretty common, really." You tried to put his words above your head, high enough so you wouldn't think nor take them for what they were.

"Have you seen my eyes ? That's what you can call common, you can even call them poop brown." His joke diverted you from your previous thoughts, obtaining, like it was a precious gift, another laugh from you. You shook your head and, at last, looked at him again. "Are you serious ? Have you seen your eyes under the sun's rays ?" It was easy to compliment other people, you would even shove their face in whatever you could find if that meant they could see how fine you thought they looked. But when it came to you, compliments, praises, were not allowed. Hell you even made yourself think that it was forbidden. But in that moment, you could see the determination in Zed's eyes to fight you teeth and nails just to make you hear him.

"My point, your eyes are beautiful." You were about to dismiss him again when he cut you out before he even saw you mouth starting to move. "And I am winning this one, you can no longer contradict me."

You sighed a small 'okay', your being eating you from inside so you would, in fact, contradict him. His eyes were quick to make you forget what you were going to fight for, and even quicker to make you wonder if something was indeed happening between you two. You couldn't shake those thoughts, maybe you were a hopeless romantic, but you guys were flirting... Right ? Not being able to read your thoughts made Zed's bite the inside of his cheek. Your face was an open book, James didn't lie about that when he talked about you. He could see the wheels turning behind your eyes, and your eyebrows moving to every feeling and image your brain was sending you. He decided to catch your attention once more.

"Hey, I was wondering..." His voice was gentle, almost feeling like the comfiest pillow you would want to lie on. "Would you like to-"

"Hey Necrodopolis ! What's taking you so long, practice over and I want to go home !" The strong voice of the coach resounded in your ears, making you jump on the spot. He almost made you have a heart attack.

Zed's eyes widened with frustration, his head falling backward in an attempt to regain some control over his emotions. His tongue licked his lips, almost bitting it. He turned his head to look at his coach who called him from the locker room doors. "I am coming, I just need to-"

"You'll talk to your girlfriend tomorrow ! Go take a shower and go home champ." You could see from afar the coach tapping his foot against the ground, Zed surely had ran out of talking privilege.

He sighed, turning his gaze to look at you with tiny apologising eyes. "I am sorry I have to go, coach orders." You nodded to show that you understood and didn't hold it against him. With a last and gentle 'I'll see you tomorrow' his hands softly left yours before jogging in the adult direction who seemed to scold him when he arrived in front of him, and maybe tease him a little.

Your hands suddenly felt cold, sinking in the fact your brain had erased on purpose. His hands had hold yours mid conversation and didn't let go. You haven't even thought more about it on the spot, like it was natural. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usual, it took a deep breath to ground yourself. It was when the sun made his smile a little bit brighter that you had realised, Zed Necrodopolis was indeed making your heart beat faster. And you were totally going to blame the sun for it.

"I guess you were too busy and forgot to meet me at the school entrance." James had reached your side from god knows where, his football uniform long forgotten and changed into some random t-shirt and sweat pants. He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the most annoying smirk he could have made up on the spot.

You shook your head from your previous thoughts to now fight your childhood friend who seemed to want to have fun about the fact he had left you alone with his captain. "You sure you showered ? That was pretty fast." The best defense is a good offense you convinced yourself, praying that James would leave you off the hook.

You started to walk away, hearing his foot following you closely before adding. "So, can you finally tell me what zombies taste like or am I, still, supposed to wait ?"

"Oh my f-..udging god !"

"Argh almost won a dollar in the swearing jar with this one." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Am I tweaking or James parts are actually better ?

Thanks for taking the time to read my first work ! Like I said on top of the post, I am really not satisfied with how it turned out. I just feel like I did my boy dirty TwT I might be so in love that I can't even focus when writing about Zed, the sun's fault though ;)

#zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #disney zombies #zombies #z o m b i e s #zombies fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #female reader #x female reader #x reader #milo manheim #one shot

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raysrays · 11 months ago

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Fatal Attraction Chapter Three (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference,Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Chapter One, Chapter Two,

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the “Cryptid Rengoku” character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

(If you want to be on a tag list for up coming chapters just let me know <3)

Sneaking out of a monster's den wasn't how I planned to spend my morning. My body was so sore that walking was nearly unbearable. The only reason I managed to escape was because I noticed Rengoku had a slight hearing problem.

Despite his large, pointed ears, he often asked me to speak up or claimed he couldn't hear what I was saying.

He must have been exhausted from last night too, because he didn't react to my footsteps. This "escape," if you could call it that, was likely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I tried to recall everything that had happened, but my mind remained hazy. I remembered the pleasure, the pain, and I remembered him saying something to me, but I was too wrapped up in the moment to grasp his words.

But none of that mattered now. The only thing that did was getting back to Tamayo to explain why I never returned with the firewood.

As I neared the edge of the woods, I could see the camp in the distance. My head started to spin again, and my vision became foggy.

I squinted and saw someone running towards me.

"Y/N, Y/N!" a voice called out.

Is that Yushiro?

That was my last thought before everything went black and my head hit the ground.

I was out.

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When I woke up, the warm light was practically burning into my eyes. I knew exactly where I was.

As I slowly sat up from the bed, I saw Tamayo sitting at a desk in the corner of the room, appearing to take notes.

"You should lie back down. Whatever got you, got you pretty good," she said calmly.

She put down her pen and walked over to me, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling? What hurts?" She gently placed a hand on my forehead.

This was unusual. Tamayo typically gave me the "tough love" treatment, even when I was sick. So why was she being so compassionate now?

“I feel... surprisingly okay.” I moved my body slightly, not feeling nearly as bad as I had when I first made it out of the woods.

She smiled and nodded, pulling out another pen and a pad of paper. “That’s because of the medicine I gave you. You should be back to normal very soon.” Her smile was warm and reassuring.

“Are you feeling well enough to answer some questions? I need you to tell me everything you can remember about what attacked you.” She looked at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I couldn't tell her about Rengoku. By the time he wakes up, I'm probably already in enough trouble with him as it is. I definitely don’t need to add to that.

I bit my bottom lip slightly as I scanned my body. Bruises and cuts covered my arms and legs, and even more were on my chest, according to Tamayo.

I looked up at her apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Tamayo, but I really can’t remember much. Everything happened so fast.”

She sighed, then her gaze stopped at my neck. “What about that?” She gestured to her own neck. “What happened there?”

I reached up and touched my neck, feeling the outline of teeth marks.

Thinking quickly, I decided to go along with what Tamayo believed. “I remember a little bit. It was large with sharp teeth, and it moved quickly. While I was collecting firewood, it ambushed me. It must have thought it had killed me and ran off.” The lie flowed out smoother than I had expected.

I watched as she scribbled my words on her notepad, making note of the beast’s appearance.

I fed her small snippets of false information about the supposed monster that attacked me. It hurt to lie, especially to someone who had always been so kind and patient with me, but what other choice did I have?

She tucked her pen behind her ear and set down her pad of paper, her gaze now fixed on me.

"Y/N."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I owe you an apology," she began.

“An apology? For what?”

"Last night, when you didn’t return with the firewood, I grew frustrated. Remembering your reluctance to travel up north with us, I thought you had grown tired of monster hunting and just ran off."

She sighed and shook her head.

"So when Yushiro recommended sending a search party to check on you, I told him to forget about it."

My eyes widened at the implication.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I hadn’t been so dismissive, you probably wouldn’t have had to suffer through the night alone in the woods."

She took my hand, squeezing it gently.

"I’m so sorry. Please forgive my negligence," she said, looking at me with genuine sorrow.

My heart ached seeing her blame herself for my "attack." I wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault and that her life's work on monsters wasn't a waste.

But I couldn’t, because I’m selfish. Despite how much Rengoku scares me, I have strange feelings for him. I don’t want to see him captured and tested on.

“It’s fine, Tamayo, really. You don’t need to feel sorry,” I said with a gentle smile. “Besides, the medicine you gave me has almost completely taken away the pain. I feel fine now!”

She smiled and pulled her hand back. “Well then, if you’re feeling so much better, you can accompany Yushiro to the next village to gather more supplies.” She stood up and walked back to the desk to gather her paperwork.

And I’m back to work…

“There are some clothes for you over there,” she pointed to a small wardrobe in the corner of the room.

“Okay, thank you.” I cleared my throat slightly.

She nodded and exited the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

As I stood up to get the clothes, a sudden ache started in my stomach, the same nausea I felt when we went up north. The side effects of disobeying a cryptid, disobeying a mate.

He must be awake now.

Maybe running into town wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It would keep Rengoku from looking for me. He wouldn’t show his face in town.

I dressed quickly and left the small infirmary room. As I walked by, a few fellow monster hunters gave me only a cursory glance.

Stepping outside, I saw Yushiro standing near the door, absorbed in a list. When I approached, he looked up, his usual scowl replaced by an expression of concern and relief.

As I reached him, he diverted his gaze back to the list, avoiding eye contact.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, is there a lot we need to get?” I replied.

He started walking, and I fell in step beside him. He handed me the list of supplies Tamayo had given him. I scanned it briefly—mostly food and medicinal herbs.

I handed the list back, and he slipped it into the pocket of his vest. We walked in awkward silence for a moment.

“How are you feeling?” he finally asked.

I glanced at him, but he kept his eyes forward.

“Oh, I’m fine. Thanks for getting me inside and taking care of me,” I said, offering a faint smile.

He didn’t respond.

“That bite looked pretty nasty when I found you,” he said finally, glancing at the bandage on my neck.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said, trying to downplay it. Reflecting on it, the pain hadn’t been intense—perhaps my body was still in shock, and the adrenaline had dulled the sensation.

We walked in silence until we reached the village. Once there, Yushiro pulled out the list, and we divided the tasks between us to save time.

I was responsible for gathering herbs and bandages, while Yushiro took on the rest. We parted ways, and I headed towards the market.

The market was bustling today, crowded with vendors and shoppers. After being shoved around more than I’d have liked, I finally reached a stall selling medical herbs. I quickly gathered what I needed and paid the elderly woman at the booth, then tucked the small pouch of herbs into my pocket and moved on.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in my chest and stomach. It felt like I might collapse. Rengoku’s influence seemed to be intensifying.

He must be really upset that I left. It wasn’t as if I planned on disappearing forever. I intended to return and visit him tonight, to show I could manage both him and my team without issues.

I gasped, clutching my chest as the pain grew more intense. It had never hurt this badly before.

I stumbled into a secluded part of the market, struggling to catch my breath and regain my composure. As I focused on the ground, a shadow fell over me, prompting me to look up.

A tall man stood before me, his muscular build evident through his clothes. When my gaze reached his face, my heart skipped a beat. His yellow and red hair, falling to his shoulders, forked eyebrows, and amber eyes were strikingly familiar. But something about his eyes was different—more intense.

“What are you doing all the way out here, little human?” he asked, smiling down at me.

My breath caught as the realization dawned.

“Rengoku?” I whispered.

He smiled wider, revealing his sharp teeth, and his eyes briefly flashed red despite his now human-like appearance.

My heart raced furiously. Even as a monster, he was alluring, but as a human, he was just as captivating.

He grasped my face, his smile fading into a look of displeasure.

“Why was it, when I woke up, that my human, my mate was gone? Especially after she pledged her loyalty and life to me?” His voice dropped dangerously low.

I was disoriented by how strange this all felt. His voice no longer had the echo I was accustomed to, and the clicking sound I had grown used to had vanished.

Am I hallucinating? Is this some side effect of Tamayo’s medicine?

His grip on my face tightened, jolting me out of my thoughts.

I struggled to find the words under the intensity of his angry gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, Rengoku. I didn't mean to make you come looking for me. Really, I intended to come back as soon as it got dark," I said, smiling nervously.

He tilted my head to the side, examining the bandage on my neck. His eyes turned back to their usual red.

"So, not only does my mate try to escape, but she also hides my mark, my claim," he growled.

He was furious, but I didn’t have time for this. If I didn’t leave now, Yushiro wouldn’t know what happened to me.

I gently lifted my trembling hand to cover his, still holding my face firmly. I needed to calm him down.

"Rengoku, please don't be upset. I had to leave, or no one would have known where I’d gone. They would have searched for me."

Oh, the irony...

He scoffed, releasing my face only to grab my wrist instead.

"They never would have found us. I would never let anyone take you away from me." He pulled me close against his chest, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"I told you, no matter where you ran, I would always come find you," he murmured, his voice echoing briefly.

I shrank back slightly.

"You're coming back home. There's no point in staying around these humans when your mate has a perfectly fine nest for you," he said, his eyes narrowing.

Before I could respond, I heard someone calling my name.

I turned to see Yushiro approaching with a basket of supplies, his face back to its usual annoyed expression.

Instinctively, I tried to pull my wrist away, but Rengoku's grip tightened painfully. I glanced up at him, his eyes filled with a deadly intensity.

As Yushiro drew nearer, Rengoku pulled me closer. I could see the confusion on Yushiro's face.

"Y/N, who’s this?" Yushiro asked, looking Rengoku up and down.

"Oh... this is just a friend of mine. We were just catching up," I said with an awkward laugh and forced smile.

Rengoku's body tensed beside me. I knew I was in trouble once this was over.

Rengoku's gaze shifted from me to Yushiro, and he practically towered over both of us. I could see Yushiro looking a bit intimidated by his size and presence.

Then, to my surprise, Rengoku's murderous look softened into a kind and friendly smile as he faced Yushiro.

I held my breath as Rengoku extended his hand to Yushiro in a seemingly friendly gesture.

"I'm Kyojuro, Kyojuro Rengoku," he said, his closed-mouth smile almost charming despite the anger radiating from him.

"Yushiro," Yushiro replied reluctantly, shaking Rengoku's hand. He was clearly uncomfortable.

Rengoku smiled as he stepped back, wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand digging into my hip.

"So, Yushiro, how do you know Y/N?" Rengoku asked, his voice calm but his grip on my hip bruising.

Yushiro looked confused but didn’t comment on the physical contact.

"Y/N and I work together. We're here on a supply run," he answered plainly, then furrowed his brows in confusion. "I'm sorry, did you say your name was Kyojuro Rengoku?"

Damn. Of course Yushiro would recognize a cryptid's name.

I quickly jumped in before things could escalate. "As nice as it is to catch up, we should probably get going, right, Yushiro?" I said, pulling the small bag of herbs from my pocket.

"Yeah, we should go," he agreed.

As I started to walk toward Yushiro, Rengoku grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Y/N, we rarely get time to talk like this. I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind returning without you so we can catch up a bit more," he said sweetly, with a hint of warning in his voice. I had no choice but to comply.

He took the small bag from my hands and tossed it to Yushiro, who quickly caught it.

"You don't mind, right?" Rengoku smiled at Yushiro.

Yushiro looked from me to Rengoku before finally agreeing. "Yeah, it's fine. I'll let Tamayo know you ran into someone you know. She’ll be happy to hear you're not completely isolated," he said, then turned and walked away.

I silently pleaded for him to stay, to not leave me with Rengoku like this. But he vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone with him.

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Rengoku remained silent as he dragged me out of the village and into the woods. His anger was palpable, and I was too scared to try and fix what I'd done.

Once we reached a small clearing, he let go of my arm and turned to face me, still in his human form. I should have been terrified, but he looked undeniably good.

"So, we're just two friends catching up, are we?" The usual echo in his voice suddenly returned, and his eyes changed from amber back to their glowing red.

"I didn't mean it like that. What did you want me to say? I wasn't going to expose you right then and there," I defended myself.

He stepped closer, his face angrier now.

"You shouldn't have run off in the first place if you were worried about something like that," he growled.

I bit inside of my lip slightly. I guess he was right in a way, but that wasn't the point.

He suddenly grabbed my jaw, forcing my head to tilt to the side. He ripped the bandage off my neck, revealing his mark on my skin.

Pulling me close, his face inches from mine, he said, "My mate will never cover my mark again. Is that clear?" His echoing voice had a threatening undertone.

I nodded profusely, hoping he'd let go. But he didn't. His red eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire and something else...

"Did I not please you enough, human? Was our binding session not sufficient for you?" he asked, puzzled.

"I suppose not if you were able to get up and walk away without my notice," he growled lowly.

“I’m sorry, Rengoku. I swear, everything that happened today was just a misunderstanding. I was never going to leave for good,” I tried to make it not sound as bad, but it really wasn’t working.

“A misunderstanding, I see,” he said, his tone dark.

“Well then, my sweet little mate, let’s ensure there are no more misunderstandings…” he purred in my ear.

“Wait, what are you—?”

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck.

“This time, I’ll make sure you don’t have enough strength to get up and walk away from me,” he purred, licking up my neck.

I blushed intensely, embarrassed by my position.

“R-Rengoku…” I breathed out shakily.

His hand moved to my throat, squeezing lightly.

“Kyojuro,” he corrected firmly. “Address your mate accordingly. I won’t tell you again.”

I gasped for air.

He didn't squeeze hard enough to restrict my air flow, but it was still painful.

He squeezed harder, his other hand moving between my legs. He began to rub me through my clothes, his movements slow and teasing.

I struggled to breathe, but my body was already reacting to his touch. My hips instinctively bucked towards him, desperate for more friction.

He chuckled at my desperation. "So needy for someone who ran away from me, aren't you?"

My body was trembling with need. My breathing grew labored, and I was finding it harder to hold back.

I needed him, and I needed him now.

He removed his hand from between my legs and released his grip on my throat, allowing me to gasp for air.

Grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, he led me to a nearby tree, shoving me against it roughly.

He quickly tore up my clothes again, leaving me exposed. He then tore off his own clothes, discarding them on the ground.

I stood frozen, taking in the sight before me. I knew he was strong, but this was beyond what I had imagined. He was attractive as a monster, but his physique as a human was just as perfect.

His body was muscular and defined. I felt my core grow wet, and my clit throbbed as I gazed at his naked body.

"Are you ready, mate?" he asked, his eyes glowing bright red.

"Y-yes," I stammered, nervous and excited.

He stepped forward, his lips colliding with mine. I melted into his kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting every inch.

His hands explored my body, groping my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples.

He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to my neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

I moaned, enjoying the sensations. His cock, still just as big and thick as I remember twitched, the precum dripping onto the ground.

"You're mine," he growled against my skin.

His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

He pressed his cock against my slit, rubbing the tip up and down.

"Do you want me, mate? Tell me how much you want my cock inside you," he purred, his eyes blazing red.

"Please, Kyojuro," I moaned.

"Say it. Say that you belong to me, and only me," he demanded, his voice echoing.

I'm yours, Kyojuro. Only yours," I whimpered.

With a growl, he slammed his cock inside me, his claws digging into my thighs.

I cried out as the pleasure consumed me. His cock was huge, filling me to the brim.

"You feel amazing," he groaned, starting to thrust.

My back arched as he pounded into me, his cock stretching my pussy.

He fucked me hard and fast, his pace brutal and relentless.

I could tell he was taking his anger out on me, the rage he felt when he realized I had escaped. But I didn't care. I needed him just as much as he needed me.

He panted and groaned, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He was fucking me so hard and fast, I thought I might break.

I screamed out in pleasure, my orgasm approaching.

"Cum for me, mate," he purred.

His cock throbbed inside me, his seed spilling deep inside. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came, crying out his name.

He groaned as he continued to thrust, prolonging my pleasure.

“Y/N,” he growled my name into my ear.

“Yes?” I panted softly, still trying to catch my breath as I came down from my high.

He grabbed my chin, pressing his forehead to mine.

“If you ever leave our nest to go off with some other man again, I’ll kill him where he stands.”

His threat made my blood run cold, but I was so lost in the moment, consumed by pleasure, that I didn’t register how sincere he was being.

He finally pulled out, setting me back on the ground. Exhausted and sore, I could barely stand.

He looked down at me, his eyes primal with need. His anger was slowly dissipating, but I knew this wasn’t enough for him. After all the trouble I’d caused, I could tell this was only the beginning.

“We will return to our den now, and we will continue this… bonding.”

I watched as his body shifted back into its usual form. The monster I was used to. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this a little. He bent down and picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

His smile returned, and his ears perked up, but I could tell I wasn’t forgiven. So, I decided to silently agree and hang on to him while he carried me to this “new home” of ours.

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liexki · 11 months ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 + 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 : 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: When the first division of TOMAN, Keisuke Baji, passes away, the Commander, Manjiro Sano, take his younger sister, Y/N Baji, in and soon forms a gang in their mid 20s. Now being the leaders of the criminal organization BONTEN and entering the gang scene with a federal bounty on her head, what if love with her No. 2 and a bit of the past resurfaces?? What if there was a little sorrow and betrayal?? Some gang shit in the mix too!?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: various substances (vapes, weeds, cigarettes, pills, ect.), curse words, mentions of sex work if you squint

“Sanzu, Y/N, respectfully, please calm down on the amount of drugs.” Kakucho said, sitting across from Sanzu. Stubbly looking over to Mikey at the right of him — strangely attending the meeting at the head of the table — asking for approval to question such big figures in the way he did.

TO KEEP READING, YOU UNDERSTAND THE CONTENT WARNING MENTIONED ON THE TOP OF THE SCREEN ARE PRESENT IN THIS POST AND FUTURE EPISODES.

Y/N sent a sharp glare towards despite being on the other head, about a metre away from the number 3. Sanzu gave a cheeky smile that people would relate to the Cheshire cat. His pearly whites showed while Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy’s antics.

“I’ll only stop if I bring Mikey and the princess an issue. I do think Y/N should stop. She’ll age really badly!” He responded to Kakucho while a bit of fake sympathy laced his voice.

“I’ve bought enough for Y/n to not age badly. Great retinols and I’ve even showed her some botox places that were rated well. She gave me the same little pretty glare she’s giving you now.” Ran pitched into the conversation.

“Shut the fuck up Ran no one cares about you and your issues about being an old hag.” Sanzu bites the 31 year old to his side, the banter flowing freely among the trio.

“For once I believe I have to agree with the dunce.” Rindou reluctantly admitted.

“I think we should get back to the main problem right now.” Kokonoi started, “We need to start making connections with different gangs at the moment and we also need to work on our financial issue which is being affected with the substance use from all of you.”

“I don’t do drugs!” Mucho stated in defence of his use.

“You dumbfuck! Substances aren’t just drugs. I’m saying those shitty cigarettes you smoke, the vapes that teens these days use, to edibles or drugs that Y/N and Sanzu are using. They’re all substances and FUCK WE SPEND TO MUCH ON THAT SHIT!” Kokonoi explained with frustration.

“So, all you want is for me to stop using drugs? Well then, I’m out of this then. Mikey, Kakucho, Kokonoi, and Takeomi. Make an event sending regards and invite the top 15 gangs to an event at one of the Haitani's clubs. Ran and Rindou, you guys can decide a club you’re fine with being used.” Y/n ordered.

With a click-clack of her MIU MIU heels, Y/N pushed her chair back and walked out of the room. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the room as Mikey watched her leave. As a small grin decorated his face, entertained by the events. A quiet chuckle left Sanzu’s mouth with the same idea.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

"You guys know the BONTEN event, right??" Kimiko sat with her legs crossed on top of a table.

"Yeah. One of my workers told me when their number 2 was high." Shu replied taking another hit of his blunt.

"OMG DON'T TELL ME YOU GOT US AN INVITE? KIMI!" Aria squealed with excitement while shaking Kimiko's shoulders rapidly.

"Yes, yes, yes. I was able to get myself on the list and asked the man if I could bring you. I also said that I could provide smokes and shit so Shu, you need to be there with something for about 150 people." Y/n rambled. "Aria, keep on the low though. You're not a present figure."

"Yes ma'am!!" Aria chorused.

Kimiko shot her an annoyed look but secretly felt a sense of happiness.

"What's the deal. Why would they hold an event?" Shu interrogated.

Kimiko didn't know but she had one thing on her mind. Build connections with the gang. The others in the room had a similar idea as well but they'd never admit that. As the leader, she needed to step up.

"BONTEN is uptight so I doubt they'd let anyone know but I'm thinking it's about business."

She glanced over to Shu and he cracked a grin to her gaze.

"Let's take this opportunity to talk to them privately and introduce them to us. Aria, you step down on this one. Me and Shu will do the talking, don't expect this to be free time though. Make sure you study the other people at the event."

Aria nods. Shu focuses.

'Y/N should be wary of who she messes with.' Kimiko thought.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“Hey, Kakucho. Who told that one bitch about our event?” Mochizuki asked him at the VIP section of the bar as they just finished the final few touches of the event.

Kakucho and Kokonoi got confused about what he was talking about. The 2 walked over to try and look at the phone he was holding and Y/N just took a glance from her side across the room.

“I told them.” Y/N said.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be underground?” Kakucho asked, “It kinda makes us look desperate…you know?”

Mochizuki looked at the phone in confusion as everyone was on the same page of this being laid-back and secretly trying to find someone to ally with. Nothing too public. That was indeed not the case though and Y/N had other plans that differed with the group.

“It’s just for a bit of excitement. We haven’t said shit or made any moves in a while. Keeps the people thinking and people might less pussy and actually talk to us.” Y/N explained.

The time had now been 10:45 and the rest of the members were doing their own thing while Mikey looked at you with his cold eyes. He was curious about the way you stood silent and looked at the ground instead of scrolling on your phone as usual.

The B2 tweet really got the people going insane and some envied the groups and those who had come out saying they were going. Your ego was as big as a pool but your cold demeanour covered it up. He thought you’d look at them as a laugh.

“Y/N. Let’s talk outside.” Mikey asked.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTEDDDD!!!!” Sanzu barged in holding a bottle of beer in front of the crowd of gang members who had arrived.

The crowd went insane after seeing the bubblegum crackhead’s words. Rindou was playing DJ that night and the EDM was echoing throughout the speakers set around the building. Girls were sitting on the speakers still looking pretty to attract the gangs and get them to feel themselves.

Mikey watched everyone from the VIP room. The security cameras had 8k quality. The average company could only wish to own the amount of cameras they have. He thought back to the conversation he had with Y/N. Something she had known.

“You have some plan. Something smartass type shit.” Mikey confronted her softly so she wouldn’t feel as if he was enraged.

“Mhm. Wanna know or something?” Y/n questioned back.

Now Mikey was faced with a sense of curiosity. He had trusted Y/N because it was mutual. She’d put her life for him and he’d do the same but they knew they’d never be in that situation. Y/N was smarts enough to cover for both of their hellish lives. Despite this, in that moment that was something that he wanted to question her on.

What Mikey didn’t realise is that Y/N knew his every expression. Even his pitch black eyes that held no emotions was something that didn’t stop her from figuring out how he really felt. His eyes staring into the ground was enough to tell her he was pondering about asking.

“I’m thinking of making small changes so we can catch these big gangs hitting their most vulnerable moments. More girls around to see how they respect women, seeing how they react under the influence of alcohol. It’s small things that set it up.” Y/n clarified.

What she said really had made a difference in how the delinquents around the club and bar were acting. Some were straight hooligans and some had acted like how old friends of his probably would’ve if they still were here.

As Mikey was attentively watching the cameras he soon realised all the members had left the room, he decided to walk out himself and become a little more social.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“I guess we have a lot more in common than I thought. Shu Yamaha, correct?” Kokonoi clarified to the man in front of him.

‘Insanely famous for exporting drugs across Hiroshima to Akita. We could use that. His brother’s motor company could be useful but I doubt he still talks to them when he’s doing shit like this.’ Kokonoi thought

“Yes Mr. Kokonoi. I’m glad I was able to talk business with someone in this industry. No one seems to think about the future in our work. All they do is think about throwing fists and updating their body count just to go home and hook up with someone they barely know!” Shu chats to the executive.

“Agreed. You can never know about what comes next but it’s still vital to stick to the present. Time is of the essence, am I right? Most of the people tonight are on wanted lists. Especially BONTEN. The moment this doesn’t work out we won’t be able to get proper jobs without people fearing our past.”

“Of course. I think I’ll be taking my leave.” Shu said

Shu walke away but before he could go too far, Kokonoi walked over behind him and tapped his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I got a business card?”

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poptartcat · 3 months ago

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Soda and Steve Swap AU fic (Slap Scene) (1066 words)

Context: OG post. In this specific scene, they got back home late from a fight with Socs.

“Where have you been?”

Darry’s voice all but shook the house. Soda shrunk back a little. Darry never yelled at him. Never. Not even when he got so caught up in his drag races that he went 50 in a 25. Golly, he almost got why Ponyboy was so insistent Darry had it out for him. He’d think that too if he was hollered at like this every day and didn’t know it was for family’s sake.

“Do you know what time it is? Two in the morning! Two. In. The. Morning. And you come back looking like you just got back from a rumble.” He gestured at Soda and Steve. They had a couple of bruises and were bleeding from the fight with the Socs. “Sure doesn’t help your case that Steve’s right on your tail.”

Ponyboy peeked out from the dining room, eyes wide and in his pj’s. There was no doubt in Soda’s mind that Ponyboy was sent to bed and couldn’t sleep without Soda. It happened often these days. Soda couldn’t blame him. He started to step forward but Soda slightly shook his head. None of them needed another fight tonight. He looked back to Darry.

He gave his most charming smile. If he played his cards right, he could get away with just a grounding. “I’m really sorry Dar. I swear it wasn’t-“

“Don’t you Dar me!”

Soda’s smile dropped. Darry wasn’t messing around. Soda couldn’t afford to, either. His eyes fell to the floor. “We weren’t lookin’ to fight or nothing. The Socs-

“Socs? It’s bad enough you were out ‘till two in the morning, but now you’re telling me you got into it with some Socs? Let me tell you something and let me tell you straight: My brother was out somewhere and I couldn’t even call the cops ‘cause you and Pony would get thrown into a boy’s home so fast it’d make your head spin! The social worker would be at our doorstep like that. God knows I keep letting it slide but I’ll be damned if I let my kid brother run around like some hood!”

“I won’t do it again, Darry. I promise.”

“A promise ain’t enough!”

“Cool it, Darry,” Steve scoffed, stepping forward and crossing his arms in a way that had Darry fuming. “Soda and I didn’t go looking for trouble out there. Some Socs thought we were hitting on their girls and-”

Darry wasn’t having it. “Don’t you try and save him, Steven Randle,” he snarled. “You have no idea what it’s like!”

That struck something in Steve. “No idea what it’s like? Then fuckin’ enlighten me!”

“Stop it!”

A million thoughts were running in Soda’s mind. There had to have been a million ways to describe it, but Soda was never good at describing things. So he settled on this:

Darry whipped around, his eyes blazing with a fury Soda had never seen. A fury Soda didn’t have time to process before Darry’s palm struck him across the face with all the force Soda had only imagined Darry had. He always wondered just how strong Darry was and it looked like he got his answer.

He stumbled back, head crashing into the door. He quickly found his footing. Ponyboy gasped and Steve cussed out Darry immediately. Soda didn’t take his eyes off Darry, not for a moment, but he still knew when to put his arm out to stop Steve from attacking back. Steve shook dangerously behind him. Darry’s wide eyes darted between Ponyboy, Steve, and Soda himself.

“Soda-“

“Fuck off!” Steve growled. He grabbed Soda’s wrist and ran off. Soda bumbled his way out the door and soon fell into step with Steve.

“Wait! I didn’t mean to! I won’t do it again, I promise! Sodapop!”

The same brilliant stars they ran under earlier that night, seemed to dim in the wake of the incident. Both times with adrenaline. Both times on the run. Except fights filled him with good adrenaline that kept his blood flowing and his face in a wild grin. Not like this. Tears ran down Soda’s face before he could stop them. Nobody had even hit anybody in their family. Soda could hardly breathe when they came to a stop at Crutchfield Park, but whether it was the tears or the running, he wouldn’t tell you. Soda hadn’t been to Crutchfield in a long time, preferring more exciting places to satisfy his need for action. Like the lot or the Nightly Double.

“Can you believe him? Just look at your face, your face’s glowing red!” Steve clenched his fists and kicked the ground.

Soda felt his face and wiped some tears while he was at it. His cheek stung at the touch. Despite the cold, proven by the frost developing on the fountain, his face was warm. He shook his head. “Darry didn’t mean it.”

Steve wheeled around, eyes dancing with a rage only Steve could produce. “Didn’t mean it? Glory Soda, he whacked you like there was no tomorrow if he didn’t! You shouldn’t let him push you around like that! Hell, he’s not even my brother and I was just about ready to slap him back!”

“Darry just needs-“

“‘Darry just needs to cool down’ this and ‘Ponyboy wasn’t yelling at me to be mean’ that. You need to stop making excuses for your brothers! That’s why they keep shoving you between them like a damn shoehorn.”

Soda flushed in embarrassment. He wiped his face again, a sniffle escaping him. Just like that, Steve deflated, looking almost ashamed of himself.

He rubbed his neck.“Sorry Soda, but Ponyboy and Darry ought to learn to work their own things out.”

“It’s alright.” For all the praise Ponyboy got about being the one to make it out, Soda thought Steve deserved some of that too. He had a deadbeat dad, yet he had decent grades and a good brain. Everyone always looked him over. It bugged Soda something awful, seeing Steve get put down like that. “I dunno. I just think it’s gonna take time.”

“More than a couple of months?”

“Yeah.” It was all new. They were still adjusting, even if that adjusting happened to rely more on Soda. “C’mon, how ‘bout we take some laps. So Darry’s more relaxed when we come back.” Soda wasn’t about to tell Steve it was for him too.

#Soda and Steve AU #Sodapop Curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #darrel curtis #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #fanfiction #se hinton #the outsiders #Had some trouble with Soda bc I haven’t really written him before #not as a main character #so sorry if it sounds weird #Soda and Steve AU fics

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helloiamadrawer · 1 year ago

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𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 🎪

Warnings: none! just general/cute headcanons of the silly circus gang 🤸

Gangle can make some downright delicious matcha green tea, she has a set of cups and ofc tea bags in her room so when anyone in the circus is upset or stressed from a wacky adventure, she'd offer to make some for them. (Jax would probably be the only one to refuse but hey he's missing out)

All of the girls of the circus had a sleepover once (it was definitely Ragatha's idea :) ), and when it came to the most invigorating activity being a pillowfight, Zooble kind of hesitated.

"Yeah, I think I should opt out of this one you do know I hit hard Ragatha..right?"

"Oh come on Zoobs!" Ragatha cheered," If I can take a butcher knife to the head a thousand times you sure can't hit me harder than--oof!" a pillow ricocheted at her face, sending her bouncing around her room like a ball in a pinball machine (imagine the sound like the pinball makes while hitting the machine with the situation that is happening to Ragatha)

Finally coming back to solid ground, stars revolve around her head as she weaves from side to side as Zooble immediately ran to her followed by Pomni and Gangle to help the rag doll up and keep her steady. "I'm so sorry, I told you I hit too hard!" "Are you okay Ragatha?" Pomni asked cautiously, waving a hand in front of her face. "I'm good..no worries." she chuckled lightly, a wavered smile paved on her face from being clocked by a damn pillow. Rest assured, they never did pillowfights again because Zooble kicks too much ass lmaooo

Caine is a great singer AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE and here's how everyone knew: he left a door open one day leading to some sort of auditorium different than the one at the Tent, Pomni was the first to see the door, she hesitantly stepped into the other world.

An array of seats were swarmed through the area but no Npc's were in any of the seats but on stage there were a group of them singing a very flowing vocal number, it sounded nice and calming and then walking out in the middle of the stage was Caine, after their measure of singing was cut off by a motion of his hand, silence fell over until the chime of a triangle rang out and he started singing ♥️ his voice was remarkable (song below)

Pomni=flabbergasted and in awe that this a.i could sing so well, she could almost feel herself floating from the graceful power of his singing voice she HAD to tell everyone! she ran to everyone's room, spreading the word and by the time Caine finished performing, all the circus members applauded and cheered.

Ragatha and Gangle were crying a little cause it was so beautiful.

Caine was startled at first no one ever came to his singing performances but momentarily starts bowing in reciprocation of the wonderous appreciation for him.

Pomni has actually asked Caine if she could have a change of outfit, guess what the a.i does? JUST GUESS? Bro changes the color theme of her fit b r u h 😂

Jax and Bubble have kissed once but it was off camera

Zooble was so tired one day that the next morning Jax saw them sleeping in her own 'Zooble Box' full of their spare parts. The purple rabbit thought this would be a funny picture on the wall so he snapped one then getting slapped around by the grumpy assortment of parts after

Ragatha loves to bake. She could bake almost everything you could imagine. Her fav thing to make is pineapple upside down cake or peach cobbler 😋

Kinger collects fireflies in mason jars to have some light in his dark little pillowfort during the day and then the following night he sets them free into the night. he thinks of them as his tiny house guards 🥺🥺🥺

Whenever somebody is in emotional turmoil, instead of Ragatha being the one for emotional advice Pomni has learned to take her place sometimes since she has transformed Gummigoo into a more hopeful being after his traumatic realization of him being an npc 🥲

She's invented her own kind of comforting strat s since she has known now that her friends really care about her. You can say it kind of inspired her to be like Ragatha but in her own unique way 💟

Zooble listens to breakcore/vogue music because it helps them with being comfortable with their mix n' match parts and feeling whole. Sometimes feeling like a fem/them queen helps being in this hellhole of a digital realm 💅

Jax would say rizz and not know what it means, just only says it cause it sounds cool 🙄 bro is literally rizzing up ppl in the show (watch the pilot or ep 2 you'll see what i mean)

#tadc #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble #caine tadc #tadc pomni #kinger tadc #tadc gangle #jax tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc headcanons

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prettynote · 3 days ago

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✨☀️a magical summer away☀️✨

(...from academia, with a magic wand at your disposal!)

you awaken from a wonderful nap after your final class, rolling on your bed onto your side and...you see it! dainty and sparkling on your pillow— a magic wand left for you by a whimsy fairy (✨me✨) so you can have a magical time🪄. here's what you do...

unicorn galloping on the beach

oh, you knew this was a must! you practically ran allllll the way to the beach with your cute flip flops and colorful beach gear! and with the sand between your toes and sun on your face, you held out your magic wand, whispering:

dear magic wand with wonder so great,

let the grandest creatures visit me, but not too late!

I wish for the mystical unicorns from another planet,

so together we can trot and gallop and be gallant!

and just like that, like the flicker of a light bulb or the shiver of wind: unicorns appear, rising beautifully from the blue deep. they burst forth in a run towards you, only to slow when they reach you, nuzzling your face and sniffing their greetings.

somehow you understand them, their secret language reaches your ears and you hear their whimsy words: hop on little one, it is time to play. hop on, hop on! let us show you a most marvelous way.

up you got, onto the back of the one who takes the most liken to you—you see, these creatures recognize a good heart—and 1, 2, 3....you're off!

yes, you'll never forget it: the wind causing chaos with your hair, the sunlight holding you and never wanting to let go. ha, you don't want to let go either! because you're flying, more than ever; your very being is touching the clouds.

and you shout: "again, again, again!" and the unicorns laugh in their special way, their joy and yours the same.

it's perfect. it's everything.

....

dinner parties with mermaids

it's 6pm, just about.

grrrrrrrrr.

oh babe, is that your stomach? you're wrung out and h.u.n.g.r.y and you could really use some relaxation...some groovy good vibes.

now the magic wand is back again, this time inside the refrigerator as you open it, sitting next to old takeout...batting its invisible, sparkly eyelashes at you.

"ohhh what the heck!" you say, fondly "let's have dinner someplace special then. what do you suggest?"

the magic wand buzzes with joy, flying out the refrigerator across your open kitchen into the parlor to the far window—on the seal is your goldfish swimming in a bowl. the magic wand dances around it, tapping the glass tippetty tap tap.

"in there?" you ask, eyebrows raised. "you want have dinner in there?"

the magic wand shakes with laughter then quickly transforms into a tail—a bright tail that sparkles. the magic wand mimes swimming.

tail....sparkling....mermaids..? mermaids!

"well, well well. you're just full of ideas aren't you?" you laugh but you feel a sense of intrigue. which shifts quickly to nervous excitement.

to see a mermaid, really see one. dine and party with one—a most wondrous possibility, that it was...

it's not long before the magic wand is in your slightly shaky hands once more. you close your eyes for a minute, gathering your thoughts. the spell flows from somewhere deep within:

underwater deep and dark

where dazzling ladies swim in arcs

thats where I truly want to be:

at a party, a ball, a fantastical soiree

the world around you seems to freeze—the clock on the wall, your fish in a bowl, the night wind blowing through an open window.

beneath your feet water splashes, seeping from nowhere into the room, filling the ground until it laps heavily at your knees. all around you it is as though rain is falling. but you hold out your hand and realize that the droplets are suspended in air, reflecting brilliant colors and sharp glittering light.

an ocean is forming around you.

It pulls you in, sucking you past its waves into its deepest depths, until your feet hit blue sand and you look up and about and see creatures of the nautical world surrounding you.

up ahead the magic wand is zipping through the water quickly, a beacon leading the way. you follow in delight. hunger almost forgotten. almost. because you see, you can breathe underwater.

it's now all you can think about.

you laugh as a line of sea horses brush past your nose. you wave at a clown fish and a mante ray that respectfully avoids your bare skin. jelly fish are oogling your form; it's rare to see a human so deep down under with no equipment. they have no idea what to make of you.

finally, you've caught up with the magic wand which has paused by a giant seaweed henge opening. Engraved in the rocks, in swirly letters are the words—

🫧 Welcome To Mermaid World 🔱

~~~~see this world with your true heart~~~~

your heart beats faster as you swim closer and even faster when luminescent vibrant tails float into view—a group of mermaids have appeared, giggling and whispering. they hug you in greeting, adorning you with fine jewels and sweeping your hair with bows and diamonds, then they take your hand and pull you into their world.

later, as you tuck yourself into bed that night, belly full of magic pastas and cakes and strange wonderful food, you will reminisce your time there.

the way you danced and sang. the way you made friends and heard the stories of creatures so unlike anything you have ever seen. the way mermaid magic seeped into your heart, and the way it will stay there forever.

the rest that happened will be your lovely summer secret: a joyful place in your mind that no one can touch.

when sleep arrives, your dreams are magnificent.

....

turning sand into ice cream

the sun is hotter than molten lava.

you squint through your sunglasses at the ocean waves a few ways down; you've already dipped in there a couple times. now you're lying on your back on the sand.

a lazy beach afternoon.

a lazy boiling hot, beach afternoon.

"something cold," you mumble to yourself, absently poking your newest read (a 300 page fantasy novella) lying face down by your side. "something delicious..."

fwiiiiiiiip.

you blink and there it is, your trusty friend this summer; the magic wand. its on your beach towel, doing fancy flips and tricks. when it finally gets your attention (you're shaking your head in amusement, lifting your sunglasses to watch it) it moved to the sand and begins writing.

I c e c r e a m

turns out the magic wand has lovely handwriting. you sit up with a huge smile on your face.

"ice cream!" you exclaim. "that's it."

you pick up the magic wand, patting it in thanks. of course you don't plan on walking all the way to the ice cream truck two whole streets away (not to mention a beach walk away).

no, you've got a better, more brilliant idea.

kind of.

you dig your left hand into the hot beach sand, holding the wand in your right hand, you take a deep breath and then:

sand oh sand, begin to glow,

become a thing much tastier than dough.

turn cold, turn sweet, turn a vanilla-y treat,

bring a coolness so cool, it'll vanish the heat!

between your fingers the sand is forming a lovely cone. and without further adieu..

pop! pop! pop!

three large scoops of creamy, french vanilla!

oh what fun! you sit more comfortably on your towel, giving your ice cream a quick lick.

yummyyyyyy, indeed.

somehow now, the sun isn't so hot and your body (and mind and heart) cools off in sugary goodness.

there's just one more thing you sort of need.

you wave the magic wand and say, "give me a spoon shaped like a moon. oh, and some napkins to clean up any messes too!"

they appear in a shower of multicolored confetti. how cute!

"what a nifty thing you are, magic wand," you say with a grin. "you've made summer truly a delightful thing."

the magic wand glows with pride then settles in the sand beside you, ready for whatever...

and so are you.

....

*dreamy sighhhh* Isn’t this the bestest summer you’ve ever had? Me too babe, me too…;)

Stay tuned, babe, anything is possible.

Anastasia the fairy🧚🏽‍♀️🪄✨

ps: photo credits— left to right: white horse by Elijah Hail, beach by Sean Oulashin, woman in water by Nsey Benajah, fish by Shaun Low, sand by Jim Gade, and ice cream by Doville Ramoskaite. all beautiful images can be found on unsplash :).

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theatricalidiot · 2 months ago

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Godlike Equality

She knew no life beyond waiting. The clock ticks on as days bleed together, the watchful moon breaking apart and coming together again, every season falling into the next. A lifetime of watching change and taking no part in it. The life of a Sekirei was one already planned. Do something or nothing, hers was a fate she was already hurtling towards. The now was without purpose. One hundred seven to die a dog's death; one to be crowned victor. Each body a living countdown. On an island, you could only go so far until you end up where you started. The snake eats its own tail. Does a life without end truly have a beginning? To want for something she could never know. An ache felt so sharply, so constant that it was crushing, crushing, carved into her flesh, her bones, want the very thing flowing through her veins. Nothing. Nothing. She had nothing but her sword, her body, nothing but weapons. Every day she sat, scanning the horizon for something new and shiny to break. Every day she waited for the next reason for her leash to be unclipped. Her last moment of happiness.

Kamikura Island grew more cramped by the day. Time went on, and the next batch of Sekirei were prepared for their tunings - she hadn't bothered to learn what number they were at now. Still only a fraction of the whole. Karasuba hated waiting.

She spent most of her time looking out at the sea. At the world she'd never be part of, so far off that she knew it in name only. The sole point of interaction invasion, trapped in the world where they were naught but tools, lower than even dolls. A flurry of action. Seagulls attacking one another, devolving into shrieks and squawks and battered feathers, bruised wings. Nesting season, or so she thought. Territory disputes. When the water grew boring, Karasuba would drop her gaze past her dangling legs and watch the birds who loved that cliff, same as her, but there was too much animosity between them for her to truly pay them much mind at all. Although she looked down upon them, sometimes a cold sort of recognition hit her. Like sees like. But no matter the day, the wind buffeted her; a reminder that she was forever grounded. Sekirei. Wagtails without wings. Incomplete equation - solve for x. Love makes us whole. Where is the proof? Where are your proofs?

A shiver ran down her spine, and, second nature, as she was born, Karasuba reached for her sword as she whipped around. Felt herself chill as she met the gaze of a wolf eyed woman standing at the edge of the tree line. The world didn't stop. Her breath didn't catch, heart didn't skip. There was no love. All Karasuba felt was the creeping suspicion that, in some way, this moment would be one she looked back on for years to come. A chance encounter. A slip of fate. She'd forgotten just how fast Takehito worked; the image of those new Sekirei pattering around in the halls, bare footed, snotnosed things she'd held in her fuzzy memories had already been made outdated. Now they wore the same uniform. She couldn't recall her name, not really, or even if they'd spoken before. The woman nodded at her and, despite herself, despite who they were, what they were, Karasuba's hand edged back, and she nodded in return. Turned back to the ocean, though she could hear the stranger approach.

"Every time I see you here, I wonder if it'll be the time you jump," she said matter of factly, head cocked as she looked down at Karasuba. Not once had she looked away from her; hers was a gaze of looking through something at a spot just past it.

"Name and number," replied Karasuba, glossing over the sound of her voice, rough and throaty in its disuse. Was too caught up on the idea that she'd been there before. Just how many times had she gone unnoticed?

"Yume. Number eight." A sigh of an exhale, her next words quiet as a promise. "I know you."

"Is that supposed to mean anything on an island this small?"

"Let's fight, you and me," she said. No question. No hesitation. Yume spoke as if in the past tense.

A shudder ran through Karasuba.

"You sure that's a good idea, little girl?" Wild eyed, felt the strange stretch of her lips curling, teeth flashing.

"It's what we were made for, isn't it? It's how we understand each other," Yume smiled softly, offering her a hand. How naive this Sekirei was. MBI was a falconer. She was not free but trained, miles and miles of open sky yet she circled abovehead, always choosing to come back. The lacquered wood was still cold as she grabbed it, though the sword, much like herself, had been sitting out in the sun for hours at that point.

She clasped the outstretched hand, rose to her feet whilst thinking of how badly to beat the woman in front of her. Still had a grin so fierce her eyes were crescents when the fist crashed into her face, right under her cheekbone

snarled like knuckles pushed through skin deep sort of pain and she held her tight, held her close, neither letting go she slammed her sword's hilt into her gut that fucking sneak rat bastard least she trusted her senses, ears picking up on the exhale all the air rushing out of her at once wheezing needed her bent over keeled over dead-

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The infirmary was an easy place to hate. Easier still to resent the one already up and out. How dare she. How dare she? It wasn't the fact that Yume had won. Wasn't how MBI's facilities meant that she got away without even a scar. She didn't even care that Yume hadn't left her to rot. Dragged the both of them back to the lab, pushing herself off nothing but grit and collapsing as soon as they were there. How dare Yume visit her, pretend like this was normal. Like she wasn't changing Karasuba's idea of normalcy. How dare she be so unaffected.

Really, nothing big was altered. Karasuba still spent her days waiting. Waiting for her fractures to mend enough that she could work some crutches, wait to get back outside of the stifling complex, wait to see her only visitor; the only one who spared her more than a passing glance, a curious look into an open door. How she waited for the day where her chest didn't seize at the mere sound of Yume's name. Hate. Hate. She hated how weak she was. One more fight. Another one, just to patch up her broken pride. Karasuba's biggest mistake was putting herself in a position where Yume could break her arm. Next time she'd do better. Next time she'd win.

Aircon chugging, each set of footsteps in the hall a cause to look up. Next time, next time, a future to look forward to. Yume. Yume. What a splendid dream to work towards in the short term. Another fight for Yume to understand her place. Another chance for Karasuba to find hers. Her arm itched. Her leg itched. Casts decorated by doodles from someone unserious enough to think the blank white lonely. It didn't matter if she lost again. There'd become a promise of a third, fourth, fifth fight - couldn't just settle for one win if Yume had won the majority. Understanding a fight. Fighting to understand. What had she learned? What was her plan? But Karasuba couldn't get the memory of Yume towering above her, bloodied fists, bleeding herself, wiping at the trail of red trickling out of her mouth. She stared at where they had mixed.

#hiii tom #and hello sekirei fandom #i can't draw so instead you get fics <3 #sekirei #karayume #spectral songs

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maxfurstappen · 2 days ago

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To forever and always

Pairing: Max verstappen x Leclerc! OC

Summary: Adeline Leclerc spent most of her life being ignored until she wasn't anymore.

Notes: English is not my first language, so please be kind. This is inspired by @cressidagrey ' s white horse, which if you haven't read, what the fuck are you doing here, go read it! It is probably some of the best writing I have ever read and just rips your soul out and crushes it in the best way. Anyway credits to them were they are due.

Part 1 of 3, 3200 words

To Forever and Always

2007 Lidköping karting track

“I don't understand why I need to be here, Lorenzo isn’t here so why do I need to be.”

“Stop being such a brat, Adeline. You are here to support Charles, and Lorenzo is an adult now so he can make those choices for himself. Now shut up and go help Charles with his kart.” My father’s voice was cold and sharp, spitting out words coated in venom.

I wrapped my jacket tighter around me bracing for the cold wind that had been howling around the track all day long. I don't want to be here. The thoughts that ran through my head had been made abundantly clear to everyone involved, my parents and siblings, but they could give less of a shit whether or not I wanted to be here.

…

The grass was still damp from the rain that had come down with a vengeance that morning. The leather journal I used for sketching was clenched tightly in my hands, just a couple of minutes, they probably won’t miss me. I ducked my head and stepped under the tarp that had been set up to protect the karts. The asphalt under was still dry. Crossing my legs underneath me I cracked open the sketchbook, intricate sketches of necklaces and earrings lined almost every page, the ideas flowing from my head to my hand as easily as water in a stream. Descriptions dress the remaining space on the page, scribbled in every margin they could fit in.

“What are you doing here? You aren’t racing, are you?” a boy my age said, stepping under the tarp. “taking shelter from the rain I’m guessing? His words were covered in the same hard tilt that had been everywhere, dutch.

“Well, yes I am taking shelter and you are right I'm not, my brother though. I could honestly care less. I had an art class this week but that did not take priority” The softness of my vowels was strikingly different from his hard ones. “Nothing ever does” The words were murmured more for myself than anyone else. “I’m Adeline, nice to meet you”

He didn’t hear my complaints and if he did he certainly didn’t make a big deal out of it. He sat down beside me introducing himself as Max and glanced over at the page flipped open. “You do them?” his question was one I had heard more times than I could count I just braced myself for the harsh words that always accompanied it “They’re amazing”

Shock hit me “What?!” pride swelled in my chest, the feeling unknown.

“They’re really good, why was that shocking, surely you’ve heard that before.”

“Um, I haven’t actually but thank you.” My words were shaky at the best and tears threatened to spill as I stood up. “I have to go” A tear rolled down my cheek faster than I could stop it “I hope I see you around Max.” The gravel dug into my palms as I pushed myself up onto my feet, I turned my head back sparing one final glance at the blonde boy.

2009 Spa karting track

The protests had slowed after meeting Max, I had something to look forward to. Something good from being dragged to somewhere I didn't want to be.

I slipped out from behind my parents as soon as we got to the track heading to the oh-so-familiar tent set up.

“Max!” my voice carried out over all the hustle and bustle. His head whipped around blonde hair flying.

My steps quickened into a run and as soon as I was close enough to, I crashed into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my waist holding me close. Oh, how I had missed this. The warm comforting feeling that spread through my chest when I was with Max. That wonderful feeling of self-worth and of being enough that seemed to stay around when he was near.

“I missed you Addy.” The words were not meant for anyone else, whispered into the top of my head where he had dropped a kiss mere seconds ago. I sat down on the white table, a spot miraculously clear, there always seemed to be a spot for me. The old worn leather is just as familiar as the sight of the white and orange marquee.

“I don’t understand how you still have room in that thing” He nodded towards the sketchbook/notebook/diary that I had been using for mostly everything that needed to be put to paper over the past couple of years.

“Yeah well, I have like three pages left so really a new one is due really soon.”

I spotted Mamans mousy brown hair and sighed hopping down from the table “I need to leave, see you after quali?” The question was more of a statement, I had been seeing Max after guideline for every race I had been dragged to over the past couple of years and I wasn’t about to break the tradition now.

He pulled me back into his arms and I never wanted to leave. I mean I hadn’t ever wanted to leave one of Max's hugs, he gave the best hugs, they were an absolute delicacy. “Veel succes, ik hou van je.” I mumbled the words so quietly you could barely hear them still unsure if they were right. I started to learn Dutch last summer, textbooks hid behind piles of clothes and other things.

“Was that Dutch?” you could almost hear his grin. I didn’t respond.

“Je t’aime aussi” The gravely words that came out of his mouth made me take a step back out of shock.

“And was that French” his silent smile was more than enough confirmation.

“Now go, your parents are going to find us if you don’t.”

2010 Val d’argenton Karting track

His arms crashed around mine “Hi” a giggle escaped my lips “What a welcome, something happen?”

“Nope, just miss you,” his voice was soft, and comforting, drowning out all the outside noise, and made me feel seen. It always did. He always did.

“Well, I missed you too” Butterflies swirled in my stomach, seemingly deciding to start a circus in there.

He leaned his head on the top of my head holding me close like he was afraid I was going to disappear if he let go.

Jos’s steps could be heard from a mile away and they were very clearly getting closer. “Go,” adoration filling every syllable.

…

The air left my lungs faster than I had time to react. Fear pulsed through every vein in my body. Max’s kart lay crumpled against the barrier. Tears glittered in my eyes, the sunlight shimmering against the glossy surface.

He stood shakily from the rubble of what used to be a newly painted kart, but he stood. Air flooded back through my body. Almost making the tears with the force of it. He was okay. I couldn’t stay here. I need to see him.

Gravel flicked out from under my feet spraying onwards the side with every step. The sight of his orange tent made relief flood into my chest like water let out of a dam.

“Max!” My voice was shakier than a rattlesnake in the desert. He turned around at the sound of my voice, a once harsh expression softening at the terror in my eyes. In two long strides, he had crossed the space between us, wrapping me up in the comfort of his arms.

“I’m okay, I promise,” his words barely audible. “I'm fine,” he whispered, but it was so muffled by him pressing his face into my hair that you could barely hear it. I looked up at him.

“I thought I lost you,” My voice cracked more tears spilling down my face. “You can’t die, you're the best thing to have ever happened to me. I couldn’t let you die, not without doing this first,” Soft lips met mine in a collision of emotions running higher than they should be.

“I love you more than words could ever express Adeline, you make each breath I take better. You make every second on this planet worthwhile. You are my reason for living.” His words hit me square in the chest.

“I love you,” I say, burying my face back into his chest.

2013 Belgium (from this point forward mean they are speaking in Dutch, I can’t be bothered to translate everything)

I sat down on the ground doing my best to block out the sound of engines revving and footsteps pounding against the pavement. The blank page stared back at me, like it was taunting me, Joy had been scratched out at the top of the page. A competition my art teacher had told me, two pieces, contradicting emotions. Contrast. It was a chance to get your work into a gallery. The first piece sat at home collecting dust. It had been done for weeks but I still hadn’t started the other piece. My life felt like a slow muddy mess, pure, unadulterated joy felt impossible.

I kept trying but with no reference, it felt impossible. With no starting point, it all felt off. Dozens of sketches lined my walls but nothing felt right, nothing conveyed enough emotion.

…

“Well, what are we waiting for? You are going to love Victoria,” I let Max grab my hand and pull me up from the grass that was still damp from when the sky decided to become nature's shower and dump water out of the sky.

Kids shrieked with joy all around us. It had been a long time since I was allowed to be a kid. I missed it. When life’s biggest problem was deciding between chocolate and strawberry ice cream or complaining over math homework.

A lone tear dripped from the safe space that my waterline had become over the past couple of years, blinking back more tears than any teenager should ever have to. It didn’t take long for Max to notice it. I didn’t make an effort to wipe it away. I didn't need to, I never needed to with Max. He didn’t shame or scream, he just held me close whispering sweet nothings into my ears.

“We’ll get you back. I promise”

“I don’t want to go back, Max. I’m tired of being forgotten. I’m tired of being everyone's last thought.” Tears still glistened in my eyes. They had left, packed up and forgotten me by the water like I was just another bucket forgotten at the beach, thrown away, something to be forgotten and ignored. I was tired, so tired of it all.

“Three more years Schat, just three more years. Then we leave, forget about them. Let them have a taste of their own medicine. Let them be the ones being forgotten for once”

…

“Hey, you must be Adeline, To say that I have heard a lot about you would be the understatement of the year,” She stuck out her hand with a ferocious amount of excitement. “It’s great to finally meet you.” Her blonde hair shimmered in the light in the same way Maxes gleamed when the sun's rays hit it. Sophie and Jos were having a hushed conversation a few meters away from us, their words were quiet enough that I only caught a couple of them, “Stay with us…”, “They left…”, “Without her…” Max came out of nowhere crashing into me from behind. “There’s a lake, please say you have an extra bathing suit Viccy?”

She snorted “You just want to see her in a bikini but yeah I do have a spare” He cut in: “You bet your ass I do” Heat spread throughout my face at his words.

“I did not need to know that. Go change, weirdo. Race you there!” And with those closing words we all dart off, Max turning on his heel and going in the other direction.

Our laughter bounced off of the smooth expanse of water as we

came sprinting down the small hill that led to the lake.

We slowed, not by a whole lot though, when we came to the bridge. Together we made our way to the edge. Victoria was the first one in. Max grabbed my hand and together we jumped. I felt lighter, My soul felt freer than it had been in years. I felt free.

…

My hand brushed the final pencil shavings off of the once-blank page. I had pulled out my pencils after dinner still a little reluctantly after having pointedly been told to go relax and not worry about anything by Sophie.

The rough outlines of me, Max, and Victoria stared back at me instead of had become accustomed to seeing over the past couple of days. I had decided then and there that that was the one. Joy radiated off of our bodies and emanated out from the picture. I looked like I wanted to be there, something that had been increasingly hard to find in the other references that I had at home.

I padded softly out into the open hallway. Max's old hoodie hung loosely over my shoulder, falling down my thighs. A bowl of oatmeal was laid out at the spot that had become mine over the past couple of days. A handful of walnuts, a scoop of peanut butter, and a heap of sliced bananas made tears well up in my eyes.

It felt increasingly stupid how many times the things that felt like everyday actions, helping each other, brought me to tears, but the truth was no one had ever made an effort, no one had ever wanted to learn, but here we were, three days later and they already knew how I liked my oatmeal. Something so utterly and completely normal felt utterly out of the ordinary. They cared and that was more than enough to make my cheeks sparkle from the drops of salty liquid that seemed to be making regular appearances.

A plane ticket sat nestled in between my tea and a matt green bowl. Sophie walked out of the kitchen. “Your parents weren’t answering so we just went ahead and got you a ticket ourselves, had to get you home somehow didn’t we.” Her smile was eerily similar to victorias, curling in the same places. Warm, kind, inviting. Nothing like the cold calculated ones that lined my father’s face and would haunt my memories for years to come.

2015 Monaco

The slip of paper fluttered out of my hand, landing on the smooth cold surface of marble, expensive, funded with what was supposed to be the money for an art camp years ago. Four letters. One to each and everyone. No explanation other than I was safe and left on my own.

The cold night air swept over my face as I stepped out of the house I grew up in. I stared back at the brick building. I was finally leaving, for once I was choosing me.

“Hey Girl, you ready?” Bianca stepped into view, her face illuminated in the dim light of the street lights.

I nodded, unable to really form a coherent sentence so early in the morning. We slid the two bags into the trunk of her car. She had turned 18 a month ago and therefore had a licence, something I didn’t have a chance to do considering My birthday was in a couple of days.

We drove in silence. Neither of us really felt like talking, not that we even even knew what to say. I was leaving. We had always lived a mere 3 minute walk from each other, practically neighbors, and here I was moving hours away. To a country I had only been to a couple of times.

We stepped out of the sleek car. The air in Nice not much warmer an hour later.

“Thank you” I didn’t elaborate. I didn’t need to. She knew what I was thanking her for. For years she remembered. She never forgot my existence. She made me hold on. And after meeting Max she held on to me, to our friendship through the hours of lovesick monologues I spewed during the school days. She listened through my dream, held my hand when thing got tough. She was there with a warm candle of support. “I’m gonna miss you.” A tear rolled down my face. “Promise you’ll visit?”

“Always, Isa, always. Now shoo you have a flight to catch.”

2015 Belgium

I drop my bag by the door. Victoria comes skidding down the hallway. Socks gliding against the stone floors, almost squealing at the friction.

“You're here!” A breathy laugh escapes from me at her excitement.

“Yes, yes I am Vic. This has been in the works for the whole year. Why on earth wouldn’t I be here?” The question isn’t serious, of course it wasn’t, I missed her too.

“I’m just so excited. Have you seen the house yet?” A quick shake of my ends ina. tug of my hand. “Well let’s go. We can walk?”

2016 Belgium

My hands are shaking and I think I'm going to cry as I stare down at the strikingly white envelope. The red logo stands out like a disco ball at a funeral, that red U, the squiggly line that holds my feature. Antwerpen, University of Antwerp. Best medical school in Belgium.

For years I had been dead set on doing something in the art world and then Max’s kart had been flipped upside down in a whirlwind of chaos. And I couldn’t breath, and apparently neither could he. But they saved him. My path changed when I sat in that quiet hospital room, nothing but the faint beep from the monitors to keep me company. I couldn’t stop looking at them. The purple line spiking and falling in an even pathway.

I wanted to be the one to save people.

My phone vibrates in quiet confirmation and I practically launch at it. Max’s contact blazing across the screen. “It’s here. I’m so nervous, what if they don-” I don’t even get to finish the sentence before Max’s voice cuts in.

“You're one of the smartest people I know, Addy. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And if for some reason they don’t accept you, you’ll apply next, and we'll keep trying,” The comments are meant to be soothing, calming. They’re not really though, a few words wouldn’t slow my heart or keep my hands from shaking.

I slit it open and flurry papers flutter out onto the desk, You have been accepted to Antwerps medical division. We hope to see you for the next semester and look forward to having you learn from our professors. My breath clogs in my throat, a lone tear slips from my eyes, gliding down my face in a silent quest, dripping down my chin before falling to the floor.

“Well?” The question isn’t unexpected but it still shocks me. I flinch slightly before answering.

“Well, I guess we'll have to go get those books.”

He laughs, “I’m so proud of you Schat.”

#max verstappen #f1 fanfiction #charles leclerc

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