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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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This is terribly awful he's running letters to people is causing problems and it says burnt out guy Tommy f and it's a snow I need money people owe me f****** money this isn't a dream state you're in time let me have money he doesn't care that much people people we have this big huge deal about him having money and he sees it now and I guess there's a problem here what he's saying is give me my f****** money I'm going to tell you the f****** ribbons and win the whole game and have my money and you're never going to know and we want to just sit here and tell him he's stupid we're doing it too it's stupid the guys dumb I got to get him out of there go back to Tommy Allen where you belong this is horrifyingly bad what are you saying is I'm not going to back down because some idiot feels better because they're harassing and abusing me you have to understand how stupid it really sounds to people that were bothering

Mac daddy

I've been hearing it I'm trying to do things now I understand what he's saying or organization doesn't do s*** we're up there punching around saying no and yes and f****** s*** we're going to be shot for treason okay the pseudo empire and then people behind them don't want our s*** anymore nobody does he can't stand this for so stupid every f****** turn around the stupid neighborhood was trying to rub it in his face he has no money and it keeps saying I wouldn't want to live here it's a dump it's a it says swamp it stinks and smells like s*** you're right next to the canal and I didn't know but he's thinking the Gators can walk right into your freaking house cuz you don't use any safety features I'll tell you what this place is vulnerable we are a bunch of jerks he doesn't want to hear it he wants someone to try stuff but I was getting through it I still am trying and he says you're probably going to have to die for me to get anything honest to God and I do to figure out something I die in the movie and he probably gets stuff and we're not westboro people anymore and he says

Bja

I'll go ahead to me d this ought to be great Timmy d it should be great

Zeus

Yeah I want to hear this crap go ahead and crap out your mouth will come and plug you and take your people down and take your stuff

Hera

I can feel it saving hatred I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries and turn purple and say stupid things oh I'm already saying stupid things it's kind of a dick contest we're all fighting each other and the max aren't no we're fighting them now not really okay we don't know anything about David and Carol I suppose I do and I'm an idiot sitting on it I'm going to get the f*** out of here there's so many dumb people I know what you mean I should get you the car so we don't die over a f****** American car that is not worth the money he knows it it just had to do who the hell knows why they build them like that does a million pieces they only asked me 300 or less it's disgusting I can't stand this s*** anymore I'm suffocating there's so many damn dumb people

Timmy d

We can't have any meetings I can't get anything done I can't figure s*** out and we're all fighting each other you retards suck so bad you're the same people it's hilarious he says these trunks are like them and they are and they're not really that mean and then they get really mean it's horrible what it is is you don't stop anybody from doing anything bunch of morons think of the good people look I'm going to help you I can't stand it anymore I'm saying I want like 200 Grand a year is that too much honey it's too much in this f****** a****** as he ships above us it doesn't want to go in anywhere is this going to die faster if you kidnapped him same with this moron at the apartment who's dying faster it's like a spaceship the apartment is like a spaceship now it is so you say this well do things to subdue him he said you can't that you think you could so f*** off you just have to die you need to die you need to burn s this this whole pile of s*** here is smoked it's not burnt it's not spent it smoked and dead I agree too this place has to go do people are so damn stupid

Mac daddy

This is awful I think he knows that they're the ones at the CDC and they're in the CIA and he says of course I'm addressing them as defunct it's bja and I said you're a secret organization causing the problems and they're already dumb as a f****** post what we're saying is we're so sorry we can't even provide for our own and it's true they're awful he's trying to explain it so he understand it if you go around the corner you see another one that f***** is bothering you you passed by that guy until I'm not to he's already called his friend is running out the front door to bother you we see it everyday you have to execute them all they don't they're primates there has to be a meeting we have to have a meeting these people are so damn stupid he's calling for a meeting and I agree he's going to get away with everything but holy s*** these people dumb and they forced him to these little nervous about that and we know it's time for them to run around but really they mean it and their suicidal and they're dumber than hell

Macs

Good. arrange it we shall arrange it. And we're going to do it together my wife and I put together the proposal and he says that we can meet at business meetings and putting together businesses Harley-Davidson and they can yell all they want and really it would be a good example you meet there and you see they start showing up like zombies and it's like that sitcom or whatever it was that our son was watching with these idiots in their dumb smile so you're not justified in what you're doing you don't get everything because you're a mean stupid a****** and we think they decided to execute all of you recently and in the past when you're doing this and really you're not you're not right we didn't know about this huge conspiracy to get rid of you well maybe they have that so it doesn't mean that you should make anyone you see an enemy by being a dick to everyone okay so we know the truth but your idiots you got to go no matter what I'm going to have this meeting it's common ground and still think we have something we have something who cares it's time to get that done I agree with this you people are completely horrendous what you doing out there is just pestering him he's ignoring you cuz you're nothing and he knows tons of you die a day huge numbers since you started messing with him

Thor Freya

Gigantic numbers and since my husband said I can't live here I can't stand these people I'm doing nothing but getting pissed off and I can't afford that no one can survive it this morons trying to wear me down to kidnap me and the whole town and we started to kill everyone now your numbers are going down and down soon you'll be zero Trump and the others are following the point you a stupid person you really can't talk to people you're so dumb and disagreeable what we're saying is are you shut the f****** or you're dead if you don't understand it you're going to die and we don't care if you don't get it you're going down the street to a furnace you have a choice in the Holocaust you didn't have a choice here you have some freedom in California you do you're going to blow it because you want to sit here and bother people like little kids I understand you're stupid I understand you can't help it then get the hell out other people are leaving because they don't want to burn in the furnace we respect that and there's no reason to be here in the way of your whatever invasion but boy you people stupid they're looking right at us and you're doing it now and we're going to kill you

Hera

He's had it with this s*** it's stupid they're not getting anything we never get anything what are we doing for we're doing cuz Tommy off thinks it's right the max are pushing it but they don't think it's right there that much anymore and time you have that wasn't doing it before and he's concluded it's the computers and we're not doing anything about it and he's saying well just perish we're going to do stuff about it and we know how to handle it and take them over and we don't want to use it we don't have to now how's that sound well we found it destroyed most of it for you it's going to be a good time this f****** stupid place

Billy h

I can't help this this blow so bad this computer sucks so bad this idiot Alice started pestering me and she didn't say it a hundred times and think she's Superior I don't know what that thing to tell you we have to get rid of this AI it's everywhere and it's illegal and he says it would tolerating these things they think they run it and I know what to do isn't that right Paul dodos who's got the better AI John remillard's thinks it's him

Stan

I hate you staying for it but God bless you it's probably what's wrong and he says it is and it usually is right and what our stuff is as a smoke screen and we're aware of it now and we can fight the max in the foreigners are aware and we did the job but I can't hold on to it

Billy h

Hahaha Billy Hicks and he knew you and you're kind of rough I didn't think you would follow into attack him and he thinks you're following him in case they were to attack them and I saw them leave some people say one of them was on a bike a dirt bike damn it since it doesn't matter they take cars and they get ahead of me and he knew it some reason he fell and the things stabbed him and the stick is still there and it's a monster and yeah life kind of turning Topsy turvy

Dan

He said that last part it's kind of funny cuz he's part of a group and we say he's not and you don't want to hear what he says he says on this very young adventure and I used your power against you made a lot of accidents and stupid s*** happen ing it's f****** awful today was awesome I heard where's the big winter let's jump in and I couldn't believe it would go after each other and the max orchestrated and nobody would stop since cuz the max are here and they're the ones who are the undiscovered country no you'll slowly figure it out it's the computers they want you all fighting so you can arm your big robots there we're huge and I heard that I started getting mad I said we're facilitate you and the max it is backwards and you'll never do it so I can lifting weights our friend said with the same bar you made for me and it's not laughing that's how you going to get out of it

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percontaion-points · 1 year

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Covet chapters 136-139

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Chapter 136

Remy eyes him, then gestures to Hudson and says, “Maybe pass me all the sacks.”

Chapter 136 summary: Except that with Flint’s metabolism, he’s sobering up quickly. And Grace gives Hudson a bit of her blood to help him heal a bit faster. So the entire thing was such a non-issue, I don’t know why anybody bothered to care about it.

They go back to Vander, who says that he finished the key. Grace pulls one of the flowers out from her hand, and is surprised that it actually works. However, Vander expresses his anger and frustration when he doesn’t immediately “die”. Calder then takes the second flower and keels over, in order to prove to him that it did work. Remy is kind of upset over the entire thing though, since they don’t simply want to leave her for the guards to find. Which makes no sense because the plan is for the guards to find their “dead” bodies and chuck them out.

Chapter 137

“Yeah.” Vander sighs. “That’s what I was afraid you were going to say.”

Chapter 137 summary: Remy tells them to collect the money, and they all set off again. As they go, Remy explains that he still sees Grace giving him a flower. But he’s not going to be shitty enough to take the last flower and leave his new friends there to suffer their fates.

He takes them to a really dark part of the pit, where he talks to some guy behind a door. The guy acts like the big black-market head honcho is too busy to talk to Remy, but Remy eventually gets the guy to open the door. Vander expresses disappointment that this is their plan B.

Chapter 138

And sitting on that throne is a kid, no more than ten or eleven.

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“Meet Charon,” Remy says, his tone as ironic as I’ve ever heard it. “When people are finally granted their freedom from the Aethereum, Charon is the one who carries them across.”

[...]

“Excuse you, dragon. I own this prison, and no one does anything in it without my say-so. And they definitely, definitely don’t leave unless I. Let. Them. Go.”

“Which you don’t,” Hudson says, and I’ll hand it to him. When he puts on the bored-prince voice that used to get so far under my skin, he can go head-to-head with this guy for who’s the biggest douche.

“Why should I?” Charon counters.

“Because it’s supposed to be the whole point of the prison?” I suggest. “Complete your punishment, atone for what you’ve done, and be set free.”

“Yes, but who can actually tell when someone has been adequately punished? Been truly repentant?”

And I thought that the prison system was bad when I thought that it was a 100 year out of dated automated system. Now you’re telling me that it’s not actually automated at all, but who gets tortured every night depends on a spoiled little boy?

“An additional wire transfer from the vampire king, assuring that his son remains in prison, for one.” Charon flicks a speck of imaginary dust off his shoulder. “He already paid a king’s ransom to get him here.”

Dude flat-out admitted that he accepted a bribe and that he’s corrupt as hell.

And then someone yanks on the back of my prison uniform. When I open my eyes, I’m dropping down, down, down into the center of a giant arena.

Chapter 138 summary: So the actual owner of the prison is this immortal “tween” who has a god complex, to put it in Remy’s words. He’s corrupt as hell, and doesn’t care who the fuck knows it. Remy came with the promised money, but Charon now says that the price has gone up… because Cyrus paid a lot of money to keep Hudson there for at least 300 years.

Eventually, Hudson agrees to a fight Charon’s two giant bodyguards. (I say giant in the most literal way possible. Their species is giant.) Grace knows that Hudson is still recovering following his fights earlier, but Hudson tells her that this is the only way. She tries to argue that Charon is clearly up to something, but again… Only way.

Chapter 139

But when the whistle blows, I do the only thing I can do. I take off running and send a prayer out to the universe that Tahiti doesn’t catch me.

Chapter 139 summary: Grace and Hudson are forced into the arena. Hudson tells her that their plan is to basically tire the giants out.

Grace sits and looks at the crowd that had been “suddenly” gathered. And she gets angry, and realizes that there is literally no escape from the prison. Anybody who was removed from their cells likely ended up here, being put to death in what’s basically a gladiator arena.

Hudson and Grace agree to divide and conquer, and Grace takes off running to lead her chosen giant on a chase of the untamed waterfowl variety.

#Crave series #Covet (Crave 3)#chapter 136 #chapter 137 #chapter 138 #chapter 139 #Grace (Crave)#Flint (Crave)#Hudson Vega #Calder (Crave)#Remy (Crave)#shitty justice system is shitty

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moneybaggmu · 2 years

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I have theory ☝️, men who are jealous of women❗️ my gay meter is off the Richter scale . I can tell if a mf is sweet in them first 90 minute.. you new dudes are making it harder for real women ! Not saying that we are the best gender .. but when a woman is around she is supposed to shine! It’s in our nature to be the center of attention. Any real man knows that! A man that sees a woman as anything less than something he should always protect is a HOE!! Nowadays I feel like men are in secret completion with women. A man should always have in his mind that his woman should shine and they should shine together! He should exalt her he should complete her anything she lacks in he should be able to or will work to help her succeed. We all know about the new guys we have now.. they talk down on women secretly bcuz they are envious of them… most of it starts off when they were little boys. They were done in bed by their mother so now they want to take it out on the women so I cannot blame all of them but honestly it needs to stop semi need to step in until she’s been to actually be men.

It’s started for em wothbthe $40 thing 😂 they were really making it a thing that “thots” always ask for $40. 🤔 so when I was a younger girl. I only dealt with older guys, therefore after we hung out (ILOST MY VIRGINITY AT 18FIRST TIME HAD SEX FIRST TIME GOT PREG) he always made sure he gave me a few dollars. He even got upset one time bcuz he didn’t have the $300 I needed and gave me $1000 the next time he saw me !! Those days are ice ! Why👀 these storing girls are giving up the 🐱 early and getting burnt out by creepy old head who force them to grow up even faster than their brains can handle 😂 and now they they their up on “game” but it’s a lame ass pickup to this NBA game we call life. I’m glad my little sis tee grew up to b a weirdo bcuz she isn’t into guys at all she’s too interested in random shit to get caught up in the bs with niggas.

Black men and love.

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tpwkxxangel · 3 years

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Is this the real life? pt.1

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[warnings: mentions of dark thoughts, fatigue, heart disease, fainting, language]

"I think we should steal a car," Rachel huffs, pouting at the walk. We had been walking for approximately two minutes before the complaining started.

I roll your eyes while chuckling, "That would be illegal. And I’d really rather not have to tell my mother I flew out of the state without her permission." She thinks I’m at a friend’s house this weekend.

"Ugh," she whines some more, "but we would get to the stadium faster! I don't want my future husband to see me sweaty like this!"

This night has been a long time coming. Of course, being the person I am, me and my friends planned out everything to the last detail, including the hotel being a five-minute walk from the stadium. This was mainly for after the show. Everyone didn’t want to walk that far after the concert and simply ubering to a hotel father away would take more time in the long run.

"I promise we'll get there, and he will see you and it will be like love at first sight," I smile at her responding giggle. I was finally with some of my best friends about to see the guy I’ve loved for the past decade.

I met everyone over Twitter. Stan Twitter to be more specific. Since the One Direction days, I’ve been a fan of all the boys. The number of tears I shed when the band announced their hiatus was too much, but I wasn’t the only one. Everyone knew they were over worked and just wanted some peace. No one could blame them.

During the first two years of their break, I grew as an individual. I graduated high school and started college, I moved in with a few of some irl friends and was truly finding myself...until I wasn’t.

At first, I didn’t know how I got there but I sank to rock bottom. There was no real cause for it, at least to me, but one day my thoughts just became too much. Everything was too much.

On a particularly low day, my roommate at the time was playing the morning news when a familiar face popped up. That’s when Harry Styles smiled and played a song. It was simple. He was just doing his job, but somehow, he knew the words to sing that would pull me right out of the darkest part of my life.

That’s when I returned to the fandom full force. I joined a group on Twitter and made quick friends. The group chat grew, some came and went, but eventually when Harry released his next album, my friend group was solid. We all bought tickets to the shows we could so we could see each other face to face and watch the most amazing human prance around stage. We were lucky enough to buy five pit tickets each to his shows and we all get to fly around chasing him in each of our cities. I am so thankful to Harry for what he has done, and no one is going to keep me from this show.

“Do you think we are going into that holding room?” Dove asks trailing behind slightly. She’s the mom of the group. Always checking in on everyone and doing a head count before we leave places. Tonight, she decided to go simple and old school, dressed in black shorts, a white vintage band t-shirt and some Docs. Needless to say, she tends to have her life more together than anyone else in the group.

“The security guy said he was opening the doors at 6pm for GA to head to the holding room. It looks like it’s about 5:45pm right now, so probably,” Sofie said from my right. She also took it old school tonight. She’s sporting black jeans and a tour shirt from Harry’s last tour paired with some colorful vans.

“Thank God,” Rachel rolls her head back, “We’ve been here since 2am. I would like to get some air conditioning.”

We all laugh nodding in agreement. It has been one hell of a day. We all flew in yesterday so we could hang out and then head to venue. When we arrived, there were only four people in the GA fan line. We are technically supposed to line up until 8am, but it’s really their fault for thinking we were going to follow the rules. At 8am, a security guard walked the line of nearly 300 people to the designated line up spot. From then on, we waited...and waited until we could get into the event center.

“Here. Let me fix your boa,” I turn to Rachel as we step back in line. She chose a more one brand looks for tonight. A simple green patterned two piece with a big green boa to match.

Once the feathers are adjusted, I drop my hands and lean against the concrete wall and sigh. I am utterly exhausted. I can feel my body screaming to get some sleep, but I can’t for obvious reasons. I listen to my friends talk to everyone around us. The fans are so nice, and it truly feels like home here.

I shake myself out of it. I am not going to wallow away because I’m physically and emotionally exhausted. Sure, I’m beyond tired but I’m about to see the love of my life in concert! I get to see him with my two eyes!

“Y/N,” Dove calls over. I look up before she continues, “Doesn’t H have another cat? Like doesn’t he have his own cat?” I see her talking to the beautiful fans in front of us.

I nod my head. “Yeah. He has Evie who lives with his mom while he’s traveling. He even bought her a laptop to play, like, cat games,” I wave my hand and roll my eyes. He is so extra sometimes.

“The amount of money he probably has sitting around in his bank account is frightening,” Sofie chimes in, everyone agreeing. We all get lost in conversation about the rockstar and before we know it, we start to line up.

“Alright everyone, be sure not to run or we will not let you on the floor,” a security guard motions for us to move forward.

This is the moment. As the worker scans my ticket and hands me a wristband, I feel a buzzing in my veins. I can already tell this will be a night to remember.

Dove grabs my hand to stop me for a moment.

"Are you sure you’re, okay?" she asks quietly.

Technically I’m not supposed to be in pit. I have a weak heart and crowded, hot places are usually a no go, but this is Harry fucking Styles. Just because my doctor, mother, and irl friends all told me this cannot happen, I chose this. It's honestly for my mental health more than anything. I just want to see him once, as close as I can be. Then for the other shows, I could just hang in the back of the pit.

"Yes. I'll be okay. I have my inhaler and I took my meds this morning. Nothing should happen. If I start to feel poorly, I'll head to the back of the pit," my tone reassuring.

She stares at me for a moment before nodding and releasing my hand. We all file into a large waiting room. Some people order drinks and a snack at the bar area. After about twenty minutes we are all lined up once again in front of two black curtains.

“Remember not to run. Please hold up your wrist with the band as high as you can as you go through,” the security guard spoke loud.

They really did try, but I could help but laugh as we all ran to the stage. My friends and I all knew where we wanted to stand. Since it was a circle stage, we knew there was really no bad spot to stand. We just wanted to be right behind Sarah and Mitch.

“Holy shit,” Sofie breathes out. It was almost like we all blacked out.

When I look down at my hand, it’s gripping tightly to the black barricade. Holy shit is right. We all erupt in cheers and excitement.

“All we have now is to wait the three hours for my husband to make his appearance,” Rachel sighs sitting down with her back to the barricade.

I lay my head on Rachel’s lap. She softly strokes my hair before I fall into a light sleep.

~~~

With the little power nap, my energy picked up in full force. I was able to dance around during the opener and talk to more people. Maybe my body just need that little rest. This will totally be fine.

"...Sweet Thang..."

The entire stadium erupts in cheers of excitement. The energy was electric, pure anticipation seeping from every corner of the arena.

I start to dance with the others around me while shouting the lyrics as loud as I could. Tonight, is going to be the best night of my life.

When the first strum of Golden starts, I can't help but scream. I strain my neck to see the small head starting to pop up from the middle of the stage.

"Oh my God-" Rachel yells, "THE OUTFIT!" she slaps my arm.

It just so happens I seem to be matching Harry. He was wearing a shimmery white top with cream-colored pants. I just so happen to be wearing a similar top with it unbuttoned. I’ve had the Victoria’s Secret bralette since high school too. The only difference between out outfits is the fact that I’m wearing black slacks with black heels.

My smile couldn’t be bigger. This was the moment my entire being has been waiting for. The way he draws every eye in the room. I stop breathing when he makes his way over to your side of the stage.

His eyes look into the crowd waving to a few people while singing. He was always meant to be a rockstar. There is no other occupation that could hold the amount of charisma leaking from every pore in his body.

“How is everyone doin’ tonight?” his sweet slow words sound through the microphone. The responding cheer was deafening. He chuckles a little into the microphone. “Y’ sound so sweet,” he smiles.

“Oh my God!” Sofie screams and hits my arm repeatedly. “He’s real!”

“I don’t believe it. He could totally be a hologram,” I say in awe as he starts the next song.

I feel myself get lost in the music and his funny antidotes. I never thought I’d have an opportunity to see him this close after One Direction. He went into acting and the fandom really thought he was giving up on music, but little did we know...

He dances his way over to our stage during Carolina and he almost trips on his mic chord. I can’t help but bending over to laugh at his facial expression of pure relief. When I pull myself together Harry is standing right in front of me. My heart jumps up to my throat. He’s singing out to the crowd, but I could swear his eyes drift down to my group of friends a few times as his smile widens. If my frozen frame has anything to say about it, he totally just made eye contact with me.

When he starts to move again, I turn to my right shouting “Did you see that!” at the same time Dove yells “You’re kidding me!”

My throat was definitely going to be sore from how loud I’m screaming tonight. The next hour is filled with dancing and great interactions with his fans. It’s like a blink of an eye when he says, “Now, we aren’t done quite yet, but we are gonna act like we are. I’m gonna slip off stage and I want you to chant, scream, for me. I’ll be gone for about two minutes and then I’ll come back.”

“That’s the narcissism for you,” I chuckle. My breath catches in my throat when he throws his head back almost like a moan when the stadium starts chanting his name. He totally knows what he does to us.

During the two minutes he was under the stage, I start to feel the adrenaline drain from my body. My chest had already started to hurt during Fine Line, but I didn’t want to miss a moment, no matter what I promised my friends. I gently grab onto the barricade and close my eyes for a moment. Usually this helps. If I can center myself enough, maybe I can make it through the rest of the fifteen minutes of the show. I’ve gotten this far, what’s another three songs? It seems like just seconds before the lights are back down and the starting notes to Sign of the Time starts.

When I open my eyes, I see Harry standing just a bit in front and to the side of us. He has his eyes closed and when I look up at him with the biggest smile on my face. He looks so beautiful. His open slowly as if in response to my thoughts.

The moment our eyes meet, he starts singing in his deep voice. It’s so soothing. This song was one of the ones that helped me the most. He looks away blushing softly, but I chalk that up to the flush of performing. He did just run around the stage for an hour. he’s bound to be a little flushed.

It’s about halfway through the song that I start to feel the pain in my chest worsen. This was going to get bad fast. I needed to get out of this pit. I try to shove backwards, but everyone is too caught up in Harry’s singing to pay me any mind.

When I turn back around, I grasp the barricade tightly. If I could just make it to the end of the song--

That moment I feel my breath catch. In a last-ditch effort, I look up desperately only to meet the big round green eyes of the man who saved my life once before.

As I clutch my chest, struggling to breathe, I could only hope he can save my life one more time.

Before my knees finally give out, I hear a frantic voice sound, “Someone catch her!”

Funny thing is it sounded throughout the entire stadium.

#harry edward styles #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harrystyles oneshot #one direction #is this the real life hs #harry styles imagine

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blackcherrykiss · 3 years

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.7)

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You fell into a distrustful panic that night now that knew the screams of the woods were also where Jungwon and his friends lived. You weren't sure if you should be scared for those group of boys or be scared of them. You'd be lying to yourself if you tried to believe it was only a coincidence the boys had a place in the forest of violent cries.

You questioned your sanity, were they murderers? Was that their dirty secret?

Your conclusions were endlessly dark, repeating themselves countlessly. You had never wanted to sleep away your thoughts more than ever. Eventually, you got exhausted from your thoughts. It was mentally draining to try and tear apart the possibilities of the situation, you didn't have enough evidence to be so sure. You lay in a cold sweat as you drifted off into a deep but horrible sleep.

You dreamt in full awareness. The boys with blood spilling down their hands and onto their swan white clothes. A red mess everywhere on the cream walls of an orphanage that overflowed with rays of a full moon. Although you were scared of what you were witnessing, you could not wake up even if your life depended on it. It seemed as if the dream had sped up your sleep as you woke in what felt like a few seconds. Calmly, you awoke in the misty autumn morning in a crushed up pile of blankets. You sit up to peel your wispy curtains away from the window to get a good look at the dark forest that steamed with a muddy blue fog. All of the memories of Jungwon yelling at you for just being near the woods flooded your brain as you stared. This time you were determined to search deep into that forest and get to the bottom of its mysteries as it called out to you.

"Y/N I think you're going to be late for your first class." Nana knocked before bursting into your room in full uniform, not a wrinkle on her shirt.

"Y-you're already ready? What time is it?!" You glanced back and forth between your pyjamas and uniform that draped over a random stool as you were too lazy to fold nicely the night before.

"We didn't want to wake you... So we went ahead thinking you'd come down eventually." She yanked you out of bed, gripping your forearms tightly before backing out the door, "Don't be late! We promised we'd keep out of detention this year!"

Within a blink of an eye, you slip into your uniform, slinking your arms through the holes of your blouse and adjusting your legs to be cover by your ashy plaid skirt. With your bag and binder in hand, you sprinted across your campus to the gymnasium where you found yourself arriving, everyone already in the proper athletic attire.

"You're late." Your health teacher grit her teeth in visible disappointment. Your teacher knew how unlike you it was to be late as your classmate's eyes followed your every movement.

"P-pardon me." You clawed your fingers through your bedhead, speeding to the change room, nervous she'd assign you detention.

You let out the deep breath you were holding in as you got into the empty locker room, frustrated at yourself for waking up so late. You can't help but feel upset that you let your thoughts get the best of you and ruin your perfect attendance. Truly you were ashamed but began to see no point in continuing to rush the pace at which your day was running.

The locker room door opens and you see Kyungeun peep herself inside, "Y/N? You alright?"

You pull your boxy shirt flat down, zipping and tying every spot on your tracksuit jacket, "Yeah, sorry rough morning..."

"No worries, I just said that I had to go to the bathroom but I really just wanted to check on you." She had a motherly sound to her voice which comforted your bad start to the day. Perhaps she was in a good enough mood for you to ask her briefly about her relationship with Sunghoon.

"Kyungeun, I think I need to just clear the air... I saw you with Sunghoon in the library." You tilted your head in regret as to whether or not you were starting off the conversation in the right direction.

"Y-you saw us???" Her face drained to an unrealistic hue, "Lord... Sunghoon will kill me if he finds out you know."

"Stop! What do you mean? He'll kill you? Is it because I know that you two are dating?"

"NO! Nevermind then!" She cut you off right after the question mark in your voice. She looked rather relieved at your response which could only mean their relationship was much different than you had presumed. "I just can't tell you about our relationship I'm s-sorry it's between just us two."

"So then it's okay for him to flirt with my roommate?"

"No? Are you serious right now ?!" Kyungeun panicked.

"So you are dating?" You gave a smug smile.

"It's not that..." She was visibly frustrated not being able to describe herself in words, "I'll tell you this, I'm bound to him..." She ran her index finger along the reddened gash on her neck He's blackmailing me."

"So you're like his pet?" You held in your laughter, you knew you should be more serious but you had no other way of trying to help Kyungeun express the gist of her relationship.

"I'll tell you another day... Let's just go before the teacher gets mad at you for taking so long to change."

...

After your class full of advanced leg exercises and mediocrely fun games, you got halted by your gym teacher, "Y/N can we speak about how tardy you were today?"

You got fearful of her sentencing you detention, freezing up from your heel upwards, "I'm so sorry, I just had a lot going on last night..."

"Sweetie, I know this is your first late in my class but unfortunately the school does not tolerate tardiness in the way I believe it should be." She tapped her chin a few times, "I have no other choice but to send you to detention but it'll just be a half-hour at lunch." You felt better that it wasn't for a full hour or two after school but you were still dreading the idea.

"Can't you just let me off the hook? I promise it'll never happen again" You pleaded desperately.

"I'm afraid I cannot... If the other teachers or students knew you didn't get sent to detention I could get into trouble for giving you 'special treatment'. I know you didn't mean to love but I cannot afford to lose my job so I'll see you then." She patted one of your shoulders, giving it a little squeeze to cheer you up.

"I understand..." You nod with your head that already hung low.

"It's in the English room down the hall, there is usually only a few students there. Some familiar faces."

...

That rest of your morning would only pull through faster as you got some weird anxiety over walking into the detention room. You could not concentrate at all in the class you had before lunch. You felt as if you were too good for the detention group of kids, but here you were about to join those you criticized. Karma.

"Make sure to answer the questions 8-16 on page 300, you have the rest of the class to do so. Any questions?" Your physics teacher stood with his hands balled up behind his back.

Realizing you had no physics book in your bag after triple checking, you shot your arm up in distress, "ME! I forgot my textbook today... I was in a rush this morning." You faked a polite laugh with the expectation your teacher would have a spare.

"I'm afraid I don't have an extra, anyone willing to share?" The teacher lifted his head to scan the class.

"I could share." Jaeyun winked making your face recoil

"Perfect! You'll probably have to move your stuff to his seat then." Your teacher suggested.

With a thick coat of disappointment, you pulled a chair up to Jaeyun's desk to which he kneed you annoyingly.

Within just a few seconds of settling down, you complained "How the hell am I supposed to write? There is no space... Desks are made for ONE person."

"Okay then don't use my textbook and fall behind" He sneered.

"Wait wait, I just had the greatest idea Jaeyun." He gave you puppy eyes when you said his name, "What if you look for half the answers I do the other half then exchange?" You whispered so the teacher could hear.

"I can't trust you make good answers though..." He jokingly sighed.

"HEY! Okay or work together for every question to get it done twice as fast? Oh wait but then I'll be the one carrying the team... Bummer..." You stretched the corners of your mouth until your lips disappeared.

"I honestly don't feel like doing work so lose-lose." He pouted and rolled his eyes.

"Same... I can't even focus, I'm having a rough morning..." You openly admitted, "I got sent to detention for being late in my first class."

"Detention? Didn't think you were the type." Jaeyun had an unexpectedly sweet giggle which contrasted with his lower tone voice, "Heeseung and Sunghoon get sent often, surprised they aren't kicked out of the school."

"They get sent often?!" Your voice rose to which you quickly quieted down to avoid trouble, "Will I see them there?"

"Why? Looking forward to going now?" Jaeyun whispered with a grin, causing you to scoff.

"As if..." A sudden idea coming to mind, "Say Jaeyun... About the party... Heard you guys have a place in the woods...?" You became aware that you could pry some information out of him that would help you when searching the woods that night.

"Yeah, we do... We don't normally tell people about it." He said casually yet still with some sort of caution.

"So why tell us then?"

"Haven't had any visitors in a while..." Jaeyun toyed with his mechanical pencil, using the plastic part to trace around his lips, "Awfully interested aren't you?" He seemed to have caught on to your intentions, shifting the mood of the conversation around in a full 180.

Suddenly the dream you had earlier slipped into mind, causing you to sit in growing discomfort, "What do you want from my friends and I?"

"Nothing sweetheart... We're more interested in you than your dormmates. You look like someone we know." He laughed like a psycho and it creeped you out how the two of you were just poking lighthearted jokes to something much darker and mysterious, "I know you're afraid of us, you know far more than most girls." His voice dropped to a whisper as he watched the teacher behind you to make sure he didn't see the both of you slacking.

"Kyungeun knows your secrets too she said she'll tell me."

"She's acting like we don't know her secrets." Jaeyun closed his textbook, "Y/N just remember this, Kyungeun is half as bad as we are and half as pure as you are."

"Alright class, that's it for today's class. This textbook assignment won't be due until Friday have a good lunch." The teacher interrupted, causing your conversation with Jaeyun to end on a hanging note.

"Good luck with detention."Jaeyun hushed in your ear.

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p.s, i changed the cover lol don’t make fun of my photoshop skills!

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pairing: harpy!Jae x reader

genre: smut

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (please don’t), penetrative sex, yandere themes if you squint. I think that’s it? If not let me know and I can edit it and add what I missed.

word count: 6,521

A/N: Guys I am sorry it’s so late. It is currently 12:38 a.m. and I have been trying to finish this for two days. I had some issues with not one but two power outages and just a hard time with getting my shit together. Thank everyone for your patience, but a huge thanks to K for making this title card and helping me when my motivation lowered.

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Walking a few beats faster than your normal pace, you round the corner just a tad too close, bumping into the wall slightly. Slowing down a little as you rub your right arm, you lift your head briefly to make sure you aren’t on a collision course with anything else before speeding back up. You were used to this route, you took it at least once a week but you frequently went this way even when you didn’t have the Mythology class. Though, to be fair, you weren’t really taking the class, you were the teaching aide, and you absolutely loved it. Your previous class had just ended and even though you weren’t due to the classroom for another two hours, you always went early. It was, in a sense, your “me time.” Your freshman year, you tried so hard to get picked as the aide for Professor Kim, being that was only the person you admired most in life. The man had written no less than three books on different versions of mythology, all of which you had read numerous times, his feature on Greek mythology being your favorite. By the time your sophomore year had come around, your grades had gotten you noticed enough to be considered for being an aide, it was just pure luck that you managed to be assigned to Prof. Kim. By junior year, he had asked for you to once again be his aide, which led to now.

You sat down at your own little desk in the corner of Prof. Kim’s office, it had been his idea to have you a desk put in his office after he found you in the library pouring over your notes one too many times. It was part of your routine, you would leave from your previous class and go sit somewhere and look over your notes from the previous week. You wanted to make sure that your mind was refreshed before each class. After a few weeks, your mentor mentioned that there was an extra desk in his office that you could use, rather than the uncomfortable tables in the library, which you happily accepted. Once you were settled, you pulled out your notebook and began your routine of looking over your notes. As you hyper focus on your notes, a take out coffee gets placed beside you. A smile plays at your lips as you look up to thank Professor Kim. “How many times have I told you that there are better things for you to be doing with your free time?” You immediately giggle at the playful tone he has and think quickly of a response. “Well, that’s probably true, but how the hell am I supposed to beat you in your own field if I don’t study and do my best?” He lifts his hand to his chest in mock hurt before you both burst into a fit of laughter. With a shake of his head, your mentor turns to his desk and sits and busies himself as you go back to your notes.

You get to the lecture hall before Professor Kim, as usual, he prefers to be “fashionably late” as he likes to say. You scan the room, taking note of everyone present. Most of the students here are returners, you know the vast majority from the previous year. During this year, you’ve taken the time to get to know any new comers. At this point, you know the name of everyone here and what seat they prefer to sit in. Well, until now. As your eyes scan the room, you notice a new face. You take a moment, wondering if you have somehow missed this person every week, but that quickly fades from your mind, you know there’s no absolutely way. But why would a person join the class so late in the semester? He would have missed so much, was there even a point to joining more than halfway through? You realize that your eyes had stayed focused on the new man. He was certainly very handsome. He looked like something only your imagination could conjure up. He was tall and thin with blonde hair that you could tell wasn’t his natural color, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t pair well with his dark chocolate eyes. It hit you that you were STILL staring and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quickly tried to move your gaze. You thought you averted your eyes rather quickly, and that made you feel a little bit better, but the last thing about him that you noticed was the small but cocky smirk that played across his lips.

The door slowly opens and Professor Kim silently walks in, not lifting his head until he reaches his podium. He looks around the room, seemingly in suspense before flashing a small smile and addressing the room. “We’re going to be doing something a little different today. Today, I’m going to have Y/N run this lecture.” You’re head snapped in his direction, panic flooding your gaze as it landed on him. He stepped aside from the podium, taking a seat at the small table you were seated at. He gave you a small smile and a slight nod of his head, his way of letting you know he had full confidence in you. You stood, legs slightly shaking as you made your way to the podium in front of the room. You knew these people, for the most part, you knew you shouldn’t be as nervous as you were but you really couldn’t help it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, opening your eyes to find every set of eyes fixed on you.

Glancing down at your notes, hoping to buy yourself some time to shake your nerves, you take a moment to force yourself to stop holding the podium so tightly. You could see your knuckles turning white and you knew you wouldn’t be able to do this if you were so tense. Taking one more deep breath, you fixed your eyes on the sea of faces in front of you. “Ok guys, I need you to bear with me here. You guys know how quickly my brain flutters from one idea to another and how sometimes my mouth can’t keep up with my brain.” She sighs in relief when that gets a laugh from the class, a smile quickly replacing the anxious frown she had before. Finally feeling a little confidence, you jump right into your first teaching lesson. “Well, we’ve already covered our fair share of gods, theories and creatures, you all know how excited I got about the gorgons,” that got another laugh out of everyone, “but I think I may be able to top that excitement. We’re going to be exploring one of the lesser talked about creatures, and they’re really one of my favorites. Harpies.” You watch as few people perk up at the mention of the creatures, but you notice the blonde man really focus his attention on you. You could only assume that he too had a fascination with the topic, which would explain his sudden appearance.

“There are many different accounts of harpies throughout mythology. They have been called beautiful creatures, but have also been referred as quite the opposite. Some people say they were known to steal food as you were eating it, while others say they would steal people. There’s really only one thing all accounts have in common. Harpies were known to be some form of a mix of a woman and a bird.” Your eyes had continued to scan the room and every time your eyes landed on the handsome stranger, you could tell that he seemed to be hanging on your every word. The other students, while you could tell they were intrigued, it was nothing compared to the blonde man. His interest struck you as odd. Not that he was interested, just the look on his face as you spoke. His eyes were focused on you, seeming to burn through you really, and his face was like stone. He looked like he could erupt in anger at any time, but you couldn’t think of a reason why he would. Tearing your attention away, you continued your lecture, not wanting to lose your momentum. “This leads researchers to believe that there weren’t male harpies.” You could hear someone give a disgusted snort from somewhere in the room. You stop and look around, trying to figure out where it came from. The quick glance offers you no information, but you feel a little hurt that this would happen during your first lesson. You push that hurt feeling and continued on.

You conclude your lesson, releasing a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, but feeling proud that you hadn’t flubbed anything up too badly. Professor Kim tells everyone that they are free to go, turning to you afterward and let you know how proud he is of you and finishing off by saying that he is considering making this a semi regular thing. You grace him with the biggest smile you think you’ve ever had and thank him and tell him how much you appreciate it. He dismisses you shortly after and you walk out feeling like nothing could ruin your day.

As you walk down the hall, you think about what you should do for the rest of the day. Mythology was your last class for the day, and while you really want to start planning for next week, you know it’s probably far too soon to be doing that. Especially since you know that you’ll make approximately 300 changes before the next class. You settle on getting a coffee on the way home and settling in front of the tv. A sudden call of your name draws you out of your thoughts and you quickly turn around to see where the voice came from. You see the tall newcomer from the mythology class walking toward you. Well, sauntering really. You can see the amount of confidence he has in himself just by his stride, he’s gorgeous and he knows it. He catches up and doesn’t immediately speak, which baffles you a little. The man had the nerve to stop you in a crowded hallway just to not even speak. What the hell was that about? “Do you have a question about class or something?” You try to keep your voice as polite as possible, despite the small irritation you feel. The man gives you that stupid smirk again and shakes his head lightly, causing his hair to fall into his face a little, which makes him more attractive and you more irritated. “I can see you know alot about mythology, but you also don’t know as much as you think you do. Your harpy interpretation was really cute, but wrong. Now if you really want to learn about harpies, let me know.” He hands a small slip of paper, which no doubt has his number on it, before he gives you a smile that is small but somehow still manages to give you butterflies. As he walks off without another word, you’re left speechless. Just who the hell does this guy think he is?

Over the next few days, you notice that you see the stranger almost everywhere. Late night run to the corner store near your house, he’s in the aisle next to you. Go to the library to check out some possible topics for next week, he’s at the table across from you. He was even at the park on the other side of town when you decided to go read under a tree. By the time you see him in your favorite coffee shop, you’ve had enough. You push your chair out from under you, the sound of the legs sliding against the floor making your ears hurt slightly and causes a chill to run down your spine, but you can’t be bothered to care. You have a fire behind your eyes as you stalk over to where he’s sitting and give a poke on the shoulder. “What the fuck is your deal, huh? Are you following me or something?” He looks at you with a dead pan face, other than a slight look of confusion. “I really have no idea what the hell you are talking about.” You study his face for a moment and you can’t see any sign of lying and you immediately feel silly. You issue a quick apology and change the subject, hoping to breeze past your lashing out. “Who are you anyway? I’ve never seen you in myth before the other day. Did you just decide to drop by late semester to see what it was about?” He lets out a small laugh and you’re struck by how beautiful a laugh can be. “The name is Jae, I guess you could say I am new to the area.” His reply is brief, but all of your questions are answered and when he gives you a full smile you immediately drop your gaze to your feet, suddenly flustered. The fact that he had gotten you flustered twice already had you slightly irritated. The flustered blushing girl was not who you were. You had always been a very confident and sure of yourself, blushing and getting tongue tied was not something you did often. And now this complete stranger had made it happen TWICE in less than a week was aggravating.

“Have you thought about my offer, teachy lady?” Even with your eyes on the floor, you could hear his smirk. You’re blush was quickly gone as you felt the slightest tint of anger bubble up in your stomach. “I’ve been studying mythology for years, I really doubt there is anything you could tell me that I don’t already know.” Your tone was curt, maybe a little more than you had intended but that was completely fine with you. You fixed your glare on the pair of eyes in front of you, doing your best not to fall into a trance of just staring at the beauty in them. The brief silence was broken in the form of a harsh laugh. You narrowed your eyes as Jae continued to laugh until he was a little out of breath. “No offense, dollface, but you don’t know shit.” he stood from the table and moved toward the door. “When you’re ready to talk, you have my number.”

The thoughts of the coffee house interaction still fill your mind as you ready yourself for bed. You honestly can’t believe he spoke to you that way, especially during your first actual conversation with the man. But what was worse was that it actually turned you on. It wasn’t the words he said as much as the tone he said them in. He had this cocky tone that affected you deep down in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to simmer on that thought for too long, you did your best to shake the thought from your head as you crawled into bed. You made sure to flip your pillow over, cold side is always the best side, before you slid under the covers and waited for sleep to take you.

You feel tips of fingers ghosting up your thigh, inching closer and closer to clothed heat. Just before they reach their mark, they sweep to the side and fall down to grab a handful of your ass, nails digging into your flesh. You let out a whimper, making your disappointment known, only to be met with a soft smack on the cheek of your ass. You let out a loud whine, loving the small sting the swat left behind. “Patience, baby. You’ll get everything you want, you just have to be patient.” The words whispered in your ear came just before a soft nibble to your earlobe. You could feel the wetness from you sex causing your underwear to cling to you. How would one man have so much power over you to have you so wet without even touching you? The ghost tips were back, this time traveling from your neck, down to your breasts before gently bypassing the hem on your sleep pants. You felt a burst of pleasure as a slow circle was drawn around your clit as the single digit slid through your folds and slowly pushed into your entrance. You let out a soft sigh, finally getting some sort of relief, pleasure flowing through your body. Your mind was clouded as a second finger prodded at your entrance only allowing you to form a single word. “Jae.”

You jolted up in your bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering your body. What the fuck was that? This could not be happening, you didn’t even really like the guy. Sure he had the beauty of a god, he smelled nice, and his laugh sounded heavenly, but that doesn’t mean anything. You still didn’t like him. Your gaze drifted to your purse where the slip of paper he had given you still remained crumpled up among the mass of pens you seem to collect. Absolutely not, there was no way. This was just a dream, it didn’t mean a thing, not one thing. You could totally ignore that dream like it never happened and not think of it at all. Totally.

You were doing pretty good about not thinking about your dream. You had gone to your classes and had been able to completely focus on what the lecture was about and had been able to take some great notes. You honestly hadn’t even thought of Jae or the dream since you had gotten a shower and headed out for your day. Still keeping your mind off of it, you sat at your desk in Professor Kim’s office, looking over some notes your mentor had been gracious enough to take for you last week. The two of you had already talked about this lecture and you were both relieved and a little disappointed that you would not be leading this week. You hadn’t really prepared much, which was completely unlike you, so you were glad you weren’t having to lecture without preparing. On the other hand, you had enjoyed the feeling of being in front of everyone as they listened to you. Realizing the time, you shut your notebook and walked to the lecture room. You did notice that you weren’t walking at your normal speed, and you couldn’t really figure out why you were sort of dragging but you decided not to think about it too long.

You made it to the room just before Professor Kim walked in, which really let you know how slow you must have been walking. You scanned the room, not wanting to admit that you couldn’t really decide whether or not you wanted to see that shimmer of blonde hair. When you didn’t see Jae, you felt a mix of emotions, but you absolutely would not consider the fact that you were more disappointed than relieved. You sat down at the desk just to the left of the podium, gaze focused on your mentor when a voice pipes in behind you. “Sorry for being late, class ran over.” You turn and see Jae walking in and he flashes a quick smile. Of course your cheeks flush, how does he even do that? He moves to take a seat at the front of the room, the opposite of where he sat last week. You quickly snap your head back to the man at the podium, trying to pay attention to what he says. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re being watched and you cast a small glance toward the rest of the people in the room, only to find Jae’s eyes solely focused on you. You cut your eyes away quickly, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You leave the lecture with no new notes, no memory of what the professor talked about, and a gnawing sensation in your gut.

Jae and the dream had been on your mind since you left mythology. You had done everything you could to take your mind off of it and so far nothing had worked. So here you were, angrily scrubbing your already clean kitchen counter. You thought back to how he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you and it made your blood boil a little. You started scrubbing with a bit more force, every now and then your gaze flittered over to your purse. Should you just get him over here and just let him annoy you so you could stop thinking of his hand down your pants? Or maybe you could get him over for a quick fuck? After realizing the scrubbing had stopped, you tossed your sponge in your sink and made your way to your coffee table. Turning your purse over and letting the contents fall all over the table, you fumbled around trying to find the small crumpled paper. After a brief search, you find it and unfold it, staring at it for a moment as you try to make up your mind. Not letting yourself think about it too much, you grab your phone and type Jae’s number and a short message. “Still up for that talk about harpies?”

Fifteen minutes later as you sit on your couch, bouncing your legs nervously, you hear a knock on the door. You still weren’t sure how he hadn’t needed your address, but maybe he lived near or something. He did seem to live close since he was always where you were. You scrambled to get to the door before he knocked again, opening just as his hand was about to rap against it. You both stood there in silence, just staring at each other for a while until Jae lifted his eyebrow and nodded his head toward your apartment. You stuttered a bit while telling him to come in and asking if he wanted anything to drink. He gave you a polite no as he sat down in the chair across from the couch while you sat down on the far end of the couch, trying to put some distance between you so maybe he couldn’t affect you as much. The silence from before resumed, with you sitting there awkwardly while he seemed very relaxed and calm. “What’s wrong, dollface? I make you nervous or something?” His voice brought you out of your awkward phase rather quickly. “Are you gonna talk about harpies or just flirt?”

He gave a loud laugh, leaning farther back in the chair while he tried to catch his breath. “Fair enough, babe. So let me start with the harpies being ugly thing. That is just rude and an insult. Have you ever met a harpy? How do you know if they’re ugly? Never judge on someone else’s opinion, dollface.” You almost burst out laughing. Was this man serious? Here he was talking like harpies were real and walking among people, rather than a myth. “And secondly. No males? What the heck is that about? How would you get more harpies if male harpies weren’t a thing? You do know how reproduction works, don’t you? I know for a fact that harpies are in fact beautiful creatures and there are male harpies. I mean, just look at me, male and beautiful.”"

He flashed a cocky smile, and you weren't sure what he was saying. Was this man trying to imply that he was a harpy? You couldn't stop yourself from laughing this time, letting it all out until you were gasping for air. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you are a harpy?" you managed to get out once you had caught your breath. He stared at you for a moment before he replied. "Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying." You didn't think you had it in you to laugh more, but you were wrong. "Hey! Stop laughing, woman! I'm serious here." But stop laughing you did not do. You just started laughing harder, tears forming in your eyes, only stopping when he stood up. "Fine. I'll show you."

He stood next to the chair as he took off his black hoodie and tossed it on the back of the chair, followed by his shirt. You were taken aback by his random stripping in your living room and quickly moved to cover your eyes. You heard what sounded like the flap of wings before he spoke to you. "You can't see if you cover your eyes, dummy." Tearing your hands away, you were ready to snap at him when you finally got a look at him. Given the circumstances, you were ashamed to admit that the first place your eyes went was his naked chest. He wasn't super defined but he was definitely nice to look at. "My wings are back here, darling." Your eyes snapped up to see that he did in fact have a set of wings and your eyes widened. They were huge and resembled the wings of an eagle. You placed your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn so you could see if had glued them on or something, but you found that they were very much attached to his back. You stood there in awe for a while, not sure what to say. His voice once again brought you out of your daze.

"You can touch them if you want." His voice wasn't far above a whisper and you glanced up at him to double check that it would be ok. His eyes were soft and he looked back down at you and nodded his head gently. You reached out and slowly moved your hand forward cautiously. When your skin met the feathers, you almost snatched back as a reflex, but you fought it and ran your hand down the side of the wing. They were soft, softer than anything you had ever felt, and you felt wrong touching them. Like they were made of glass. You quickly moved your hand back, causing a look of surprise to pass across Jae's features.

"Are you scared of me, dollface?" Were you scared? You didn't feel fear, at least you didn't think so. You felt many things. Awe, confusion, amazement, lust, but fear was nowhere to be found. You knew that you most definitely SHOULD be afraid, but you couldn’t find a reason to be. You didn’t feel like he would harm you in any way and you really couldn’t explain why, but you accepted it without much thought. You realized that you still needed to answer him, but you didn’t feel like words were not what was needed. Standing on your toes, you leaned in toward his mouth, hoping that he would meet you somewhere in the middle. He didn’t move, opting to let you stretch and reach until your lips found his. He stayed still for a moment only moving when his hand lifted to cup your face. It was unlike any kiss you had had before. It was intoxicating. It was soft and strong at the same time, sweet but full of lust. It didn’t take long for his tongue to swipe at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You didn’t hesitate to fulfil his unspoken request, immediately flooded with the taste of him. He tasted of coffee, a sweet flavor with a hint of bitterness. You felt that it should be an unpleasant taste, but you could tell that you were already addicted. The soft moan that you whimpered couldn’t be held in and you could tell that he was pleased that you didn’t hold it when his hand moved from your jaw to your waist, pulling closer to him. He pulled back, to catch his breath you assumed, and rested his forehead on yours. “I’ll take that as a no then.” The heat of his breath fanned over your face, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sound of his husky whisper.

He pulled your body closer, though you were sure you couldn’t get much closer to him. With a quirked eyebrow, he met your gaze. “Bed?” You nodded almost too excitedly, earning a chuckle from Jae. Taking his hand, you turned and led him down the hall to your small bedroom. He closed the door behind himself, quickly spinning you around as his hands found your ass and he lifted you up and pressed your back against the door. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, lightly grinding your core against the growing bulge in his sweats. He let out a low moan before backing up slightly, just enough so his bulge had moved away from you. “So needy, already?” Your reply came only in the form of a moan, which granted you another chuckle from Jae. You whined, hoping it would convince him to move back and give you the friction you needed. He did move closer, but only to whisper in your ear. “Patience, baby.” You instantly moaned loudly as the memory of your dream came flooding back to you. Jae moved back against you before removing your back from the door and turning you both towards your bed. You were expecting him to toss you onto your bed, but instead he gently laid you down, climbing over you without breaking the kiss he had surprised you with. When you were firmly planted on the bed, he stood up straight, his wings raised and you weren’t sure you had seen anything sexier in your life. “I think it’s a little unfair that I have my shirt off and here you are still fully clothed.” Your arms instantly flew to the hem of your shirt, ready to tear it off and fling it to some unknown part of the room. Jae’s hands moved on top of yours, slowing your movements. “There’s no need to rush, dollface. What did I say about patience?” He stood back straight, allowing you to remove your own shirt. You slowed your pace, taking an agonizingly long time to rid yourself of the article. When your shirt was fully off, you tossed it to the floor, reaching around to unclasp your bra. You were slow with your movements again, eyes locked on Jae’s face as he watched you. When you tossed it aside, leaving yourself bare, you could see the lust in Jae’s eyes. His pupils were dark and blown out and his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips.

You leaned back on the bed, putting your arms behind you and waited for Jae to make a move. He just stared for a moment, taking you in for a while. When he finally moved, his hands lunged forward, grabbing your leggings and pulling them down your legs slowly. He kept eye contact as he took what felt like forever to rid you of the clothing, only making you soak your panties further. Once he had your leggings off, he lowered himself on top of you, making his way to your neck, leaving small nibbles along your jaw. You turned your head to give him better access, a low groan coming from him in appreciation. His lips were suddenly replaced with his tongue, licking a slow stripe from the bottom of your jaw to your ear. He took your lobe into his mouth and giving it a bite as he moved his lips up. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice was low with a small bit of rasp to it, that coupled with his words had you moaning almost instantly. He hummed against your skin, urging you to give him an answer. “F-fingers” was all you could say, hoping to relive your dream in any way you could. He gave you a quick kiss as his hand made its way down to the hem of your underwear. You held your breath as he inched closer, the anticipation had you dripping and you needed some sort of relief. Finally his hand made its way into your underwear and you were almost panting as you waited for him to make contact with your throbbing clit. Just before his finger reached your bud, he quickly moved his hand lower, skipping over your clit completely. You let out a whine and he gave a chuckle as his face lowered to your chest.

He took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he slowly plunged two fingers into you. The feeling of finally having something filling you gave you just enough to give you the pleasure you had been craving, but his slow pace had you still needing more. You let out a long whine as you let your hand fall to his arm and tried to shove him further down. “M-more. Please.” You could feel him smile against your breast before he bit down and slid his mouth off of you. “Such a needy girl.” His tone was playful, but the look in his eye was very serious. Picking up his pace, he curled his fingers slightly finding your sweet spot almost immediately. Your moan was so intense that it almost felt like it hadn’t even come from you. On instinct, you grabbed Jae’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He let out a small moan of his own and tried to make a mental note of a sweet spot of his own. His pace quickened once more, his fingers pumping in and out of, causing your high to approach rapidly. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten and Jae must have sensed it too. He leaned into you, lips just barely touching the shell of your ear. “Come on, let go for me, dollface.” With one last hard thrust of his fingers, the coil burst as you came all over his fingers and he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, making sure to keep eye contact, and slowly shoved them in his mouth. He let out a groan at your taste, eyes slowly closing as he savored your release. The sight was beautiful. You loved being able to see how much he loved the way you tasted, you could almost watch him all day. The neediness you still felt said otherwise. Without really thinking, you grabbed one of his wings and gave it a small tug, catching his attention but also earning a groan. You’d revisit that later. “Jae. I need you inside of me. Please.” He gave you a smirk as he moved to fit himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, pausing briefly to make eye contact as he slowly pushed into your walls. Once he finally bottomed out, you let out a long moan, feeling more full that you ever had before. He gave you a moment to adjust, but you were quick to start moving your hips and whining for him to move. He slowly pulled himself back before harshly thrusting into you, causing another loud moan to fall from your lips. “You take me so well, dollface. I knew you would as soon as I saw you.”

Praise was falling from his lips as he picked up his pace, holding your hips in place as he timed his thrusts. Moans were falling from your mouth almost constantly as his pace picks up again. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin around the base of his wings, his loud moans letting you know how much of a sweet spot you had found. His mouth fell to your neck and his pace got sloppy. You could tell he was close and so were you, his name falling from your mouth like a prayer. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it. Let it go.” One hard thrust was all you needed to come around his cock, with one final moan. Jae hurriedly asked you where you wanted him to cum. You didn’t have the strength to form words, so your reply was a simple whine as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you with your feet. You knew by a moan, deeper and longer than all the rest, that he got your meaning. Giving a few more hard thrusts, his hips grew frantic as he chased his own high. His body finally stilled as he released inside of you, choked moans and grunts falling from his mouth as he planted his face in the bend of your neck.

Jae placed a kiss sweetly on your lips and asked if you were ok and made sure he hadn’t hurt you in any way. “ ‘M fine. Just tired.” It had taken all of your strength to form the broken sentence and you watched as he gave you another small kiss and get up to clean you up and find your clothes. He got himself dressed and asked if you wanted him to stay or if he needed to leave, and you responded by making grabby hands at him. He gave a quiet giggle as he climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you as snuggled close to him. “I knew you’d be the one. I just knew.” Sleep took you before you could ask him what he meant.

You could feel air blowing against your face, drawing you from your slumber. You slowly opened your eyes to find the sunrise, and you were very confused as to where you were. You move to get a better look at your surroundings. “Be still or you’ll fall, baby.” You look around to see Jae smiling at you, brighter than you had seen yet. Glancing around again, you turn to Jae, eyes full of concern. “Jae what’s going on? Where are we?” His smiles fades into a smirk as he places a kiss against your temple, warming you up despite the bitter breeze. “I’m taking you to my nest, dollface.” He gives you a small squeeze before he continues. “There are a few things I need to say. Remember in the coffee shop when you asked me why I was everywhere you were? I might have lied. I was following you, but only because you interested me so much. I just wanted to see what made you tick. After I told you what I am and you accepted me, and then after our wonderful night together, I decided that I wanted to keep you around. So, we’re heading to my nest. My home.” You watched him for a moment, confusion still clouding your mind. “And what if I don’t want to go to your nest?” Your tone was playful, not really sure what outcome you wanted or really what you expected him to say. He gave you another kiss to the temple and flashed you a smile. “Well. Then I drop you.”

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charspnp · 4 years

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hiii! i noticed your requests are open :) can u maybe do 7a with hawks or bakugo and uh maybe 8b? i just feel like that’d be cool, anyways thanks :))

「 hawks x g/n!reader 」

7a. going to a halloween party with them

+8b. "it's like you like me or something."

a/n: so in this, the hero society pretty much isn't a thing? everyone still has their quirks, like hawks still has his wings, but they're just not heroes :)

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ding after ding came from your phone, but you ignored every single one of them as you forced your hands to go faster. you were applying red makeup to your boyfriend, keigo, to make him look like the devil. he already had his costume on, but you underestimated how long it would take to hairspray his two little tufts of hair up to make them look like little horns. he saw it on tiktok a couple weeks prior and asked if you could do that for halloween (with his puppy eyes, how could you say no?).

finally getting the red layered on his face, you moved on to the black eyeshadow and eyeliner. you quickly applied it and did touch ups to make him look good (as if he didn't already) and jumped off the desk you guys have in your shared room, grabbing your phone and hitting answer on the nth incoming call you've gotten in the last hour.

"yes?" you answered in an innocent voice, as if dabi didn't know you guys were an hour late to his party.

"y/n," he responded sternly.

"what's up, dabi? why could you be calling at this hour?" as you continued to play stupid, you motioned for keigo to get his fake fangs in.

"y/n," he repeated, somehow more stern than before.

you sighed in defeat, "okay, i know we're late, but keigo's hair took a long time to do!"

you could feel him roll his eyes through the phone, "whatever, just be quick."

"okay, i'll see you!!"

he responded by hanging up and you just chuckled and put your phone in your pocket.

you put on your halo, the last little detail to your costume, and head out the door with keigo, and into your car.

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pulling up to the party, you could already see people outside throwing up or making out with the flashing colored lights decorating the inside of the two story house behind them.

you could already feel your heart start to beat in sync to whatever song dabi had playing full blast. you felt the slight nervousness creep up in your stomach and you held keigo's hand a little tighter as it rested in your thigh, his other hand gripping the steering wheel.

"you nervous? we've been going to his parties for, what, 5 years now, and you're still nervous?" he asked as he parked down the road, most of said road being blocked by the other cars.

"well," you cleared your throat, "this is the first party were going to as a couple. and wearing matching costumes."

"true, but there's nothing to be nervous about with me here, okay? i won't leave your side," he promised, unbuckling his seatbelt.

you nodded, knowing the old keigo might've left you, but now, with you, he'd never do such a thing.

"alright, alright. let's go," you tried shaking off your nerves with faux confidence.

"alright," he repeated after you, "let's go then."

you unbuckled your seatbelt and followed keigo out of his car. oddly enough, your hand found his almost immediately. he smiled down at you and nodded as a way to try and calm you down a little more. you nodded back and took a deep breath.

walking towards the house, the music only got louder and louder. reaching the front door, you dodged a puking person as to not get any puke on your white costume.

upon entering the house, you felt the ground shake under you with the loud bass blasting through the speakers. dabi almost immediately noticed you two and ditched the girl he was talking to to greet you.

"about time you guys show up!" he spoke over the music, his bright blue eyes shining. he looked at your costumes. "angel and devil! fitting," he shot you a wink that keigo did not miss.

"okay, okay, calm it down. they're taken," he warned. "what're you even supposed to be anyway?"

dabi raised his arms up, whatever liquid that was in his red cup slushed around in his hand. "i'm clearly a vampire!" he said as if it were the most obvious thing. he opened his mouth and ran his tongue across his fake fangs.

"weren't you that last year?" keigo asked, boredom laced in his voice.

"and the year before?" you joined in.

"woah, ouch, take it easy or i'll bite'cha," he playfully warned.

keigo rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah, whatever. where're the drinks?"

"kitchen, where they always are."

"thanks." keigo walked with you past dabi and you waved bye to him, receiving only a smirk.

"you defended me so fast," you said about keigo's tiny outburst when dabi winked at you, "it's like you like me or something."

that only received an eye roll from him, "yeah, whatever."

you laughed.

"i bet it's spiked," your boyfriend commented while you two reached the kitchen. he dipped the ladle into the red liquid and poured some in two cups, handing one to you.

"you say that as if it didn't have alcohol in it already," you retorted, earning a chuckle from the man.

"true."

he rose up his cup to you, "to halloween and whatever's in this."

you laughed, "to halloween and whatever's in this."

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it's 11:30 it's still technically halloween okay shut u p

#hawks x reader #hawks imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #mha x reader #mha imagine #fluff #request #bien-sur #charlies 300 follower event #charlie writes

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 3 years

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Part 3, of Malon’s secret friend ‘s other part I did, normally by @randomly-a-fan ^^

Taken

Pairing: Jason Voorheese x Malon, Aquarius x Archie, MJ x Malon and ?? x Malon and Archie

Warnings: violence against children and adults, gore, kidnapping, small angst, fluff, censored curse words

This might not be so good since I haven’t got the motivation to write lately, so no Pennywise! D:

Don’t hesitate to tell me if I did some mistakes(probably did but, I’m lazy... heh)👉👈 It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written >:) hope it was worth the wait

(I loovvveee doing crossovers with other slashers)

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Oh, god no. Jason felt so bad right now.

He said he was going to protect her... but he didn’t.

He couldn’t face MJ and tell her that her daughter is gone again, he couldn’t. So, he continued his search and tried even harder, following the big footprints on the forest ground, his pace faster than before.

Malon let out a small cry when she felt herself being thrown into the back of a vehicle, her head colliding with the hard ground with a whimper. She didn’t know if Archie was still with her, but she hoped.. Because if not, then she was screwed. She would probably never get back to her parents and—

“Mal?....” Hearing the boy whispering softly, a shaky sigh escaped her lips. “A-Archie.. I’m scared......” Trying to feel around with her hands behind her back, she felt his hand squeezing hers the best he could before he started working on her binds. “I won’t let them hurt you...” Even if she didn’t really believe him, after her father telling her almost the same thing and she’s here right now—

No. She couldn’t put it on her father. It was her choice to meet with Archie in secret, it’s her fault. Seeing the girl’s face in the small light, the boy frowned. “It’s not your fault... It’s nobody’s fault.” She still didn’t believe him, but right now she couldn’t do anything other than nod. To calm the atmosphere and appease her mind, the purple haired one nudged her with his foot, abandoning his mission of getting the binds undone since he couldn’t and getting her attention as small sniffles escaped her, the movements of the van not helping him see her. “Count with me, okay?... My mom told me that it helps when you’re scared.... it makes the monsters go away..” Seeing her nod again, he smiled softly at her and tried to tame his wildly beating heart, starting to count in a whisper as his friend did the same. They did that until they felt the vehicle stopping, stopping their counting between 270 and 300. The muffled voices of their kidnapers could be heard, but they couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying. When the noises stopped and they could hear the voices more clearly as the clanking of the doors opening could now be heard, they the furthest they could. It didn’t show, but they were scared out of their minds. But their fathers are serial killers, so they can’t be scarier. Thinking about her father made her cry, but Malon still couldn’t do anything about it until they got out of their ropes.

Aquarius was really scared for the first time in her life. She paced and walked around the sewers as she tried to tell herself that her child was fine, that’s he would come back any minute now and give her a big hug while apologizing for making her so scared. Deep down, a part of herself was telling her that it was a lie and that something bad had happened, but she didn’t want to believe it, not until she knew where her baby is. It was fortunate that her husband wasn’t here, or she’s sure he would have destroyed everything and living persons in his path. Trying not to think about it, the blue haired clown tried to occupy herself with cleaning.

“Get them the fck out—!” Glaring at them from his corner, Archie looked at the four males getting in the back, the one who’s clearly the leader on the ground and waiting for them to execute his order. As two neared him, he let them... only to snap his teeth around one’s throat. “AAH-!!!!GET THE LITTLE FREAK FCKER OFF ME—“ While the other one who was going toward her friend and one of the two that was going toward her went to help the guy, Malon kicked the only one that was left in the knee before she got knocked to the ground by the guy that was outside. “Get them inside.” With the simple order, the three that weren’t bleeding knocked Archie to the ground after punching him, ignoring the girl’s cries as she looked at the bloodied nose of her friend. They then took them like potato sacks on their shoulder before they walked toward a big house that looked like the ones the children saw in the movies and books their parents would show them, a mansion more precisely. It looked old and abandoned and had a gate, but what really made Malon curious was the lively garden, like someone really put their self in it.

Still moving in their hold, now having a piece of tape on her mouth, Malon almost gasped for air as they entered. It was evident that there wasn’t anybody inside with all the dusty furnitures and the clean carpet. “Search the place, if there’s anybody you kill them.” The men then searched the place like asked, finding a first aid kit and stopping the small bleeding from the neck of the on who got attacked. The kids smiled when they saw fear in his eyes as he looked toward Archie. That’s when they hears noises... coming from the walls? With a sigh, the leader groaned and walked toward the walls, banging on it a couple of times, the noise stopping. “Freakin’ rats....”

Only for gunshots and something breaking to be heard with two set of screams. Rushing forward and forgetting the two child behind him, he ran toward the man that went alone as the other two that went together were probably injured or dead. The one who’s hurt then appeared, sweat dripping down his face as he screamed something in another language to the boss, the latter putting his gun up as they hear clanking, the sound of something metal hitting the ground. They were in such a haste to enter that they didn’t even open the light, so the outside light lightening only a little a... porcelain mask...?

The figure wearing it is tall, thin but muscular, dark curls on their head/chin and the same on the part of their chest that isn’t hidden by his shirt. He was obviously a grown man. But what shocked everybody was the high pitched childish giggle that escaped his lips behind the mask as he jumped on the hurt one, smacking him hard in the head with a bloodied metal rod as he turned back and smacked another impaling him with it. The supposed leader, probably the only one alive, could only look at the tall man as he towered over him, 5 seconds away from beating him too with the metal stick. A shot was heard as the man groaned, his voice dropping in octaves as he dropped the rod, looking back to see one of his victim standing and holding their gun, looking like he’s bleeding to death. He collapsed as the masked man turn toward the leader and tossed his gun away, tackling him to the ground and punching him in the face, his nose making obscene noises as it shattered and probably broke into freakin’ pieces. Malon could only watch in terror as their masked saver killed him, his fist getting bloody and his knuckles splitting as blood seeped through his cardigan and tank top. Archie had finally got her binds off, almost done his, but it’s not like she could look away from the massacre. With macabre fascination, her green eyes were fixed on the stranger as he looked around at the bodies, another groan escaping him as he put a hand on his wound. He was going to go to the bathroom to take care of his wound, but he stopped in his steps as he saw the kids, tilting his head as the one with the clown face looked up at him with a serious face. The redhead behind him was looking at the man he just ended, her eyes wide open as he approached them with fascination.

It’s been a long time since he saw people, especially young people. So with a tilt of his head, almost forgetting that he’s gotten shot, he stopped before them. Why did the boy have a clown makeup?? And why was the little girl looking like she’s seen a ghost? With the curiosity of a child, he stopped and bent down, the boy frowning at his movement and looking up in fear. “Are you... are you hurt?” Malon snapped out of it as she heard his voice, strangely the voice of a child. When she saw that it was a question, she shook her head as Archie did the same. “Good.....” He then walked away, going to the bathroom as he put his hand on the wall, holding himself up.

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After helping the man the best they could, learning that his name’s Brahms and this is his house, the two friends sat on the couch, telling Brahms things about themselves, the bodies completely forgotten as he took care of them. When Archie told him that he was the son of supernatural beings and that’s why he looks like a clown, Brahms was fascinated. Childish giggles left the man as the two laughed with him, feeling like everything was normal at this moment, like they were talking to a long lost friend. They liked him, and he liked them, so it was really nice being in his company. They told him about their lives getting a few comments but not getting his story in return. Archie understood, some people didn’t want to talk about their past. Malon was really curious, but she had the politeness to not ask, especially when he told them that he got into an ´accident’ when he was a kid and that’s why he wears a mask.

Jason was almost giving up when he saw the abandoned mansion before him, having followed the tire marks all the way there. If the person that took her was better at what they did, they would have put the car outside the forest. But no, they had to drag it all the way behind the shed and be stupid and make marks in the dirt with their freaking tires. Walking slowly and silently toward the building, deciding that he would check before going back, Jason opened the door and frowned at the faded blood on the ground, like someone had dragged something bloody on the ground.

When Brahms heard the front door opening, he panicked a little. He didn’t know what to do, he thought he got them all. So with a sign to be quiet, the tall man-child got up and walked toward the door, the only light being the lamp on the table beside the couch. The bigger man didn’t have time to react as Brahms jumped on him, knocking him to the ground as he tried to strangle him, but obviously failed as the undead man turned the roles around and pushed him to the ground. He was going to get his weapon from behind him until he heard the voice of the person he was here for. “Daddy!!-” Her small body jumped on him as happy tears streamed down her face. He couldn’t believe it, having finally found her. He couldn’t be more happy than right now, hugging his daughter tightly as he buried his masked face in her hair. Behind him, Brahms was going to intervene until Archie put his small hand on his arm, a sad smile on his face as he shook his head. Seeing him sad, the dark haired male gave him a small hug, feeling the boy returning it. After releasing from the hug, Jason looked at his daughter, then toward the boy that looked familiar and the masked stranger. “Brahms saved us daddy.... don’t hurt him.” Hearing the small whisper of his daughter and that he saved her, he nodded gratefully at Brahms, the latter returning it as he got up. Jason took Malon in his arms, hers wrapping around his neck as she started to drift into his neck. “Goodbye Brahmsy.... I’ll come visit you.” Hearing a chuckle, he saw the male nodding carefully, wrinkles showing at the side of eyes, showing that he was smiling. He would have said a lot more, being very sad to see them go, but he was intimidated by Jason. So he kept quiet and waved to the three, going sadly we will never know where. Malon wanted him to come with them, but he told her that he couldn’t. So she didn’t argue anymore, feeling that it was personal. “Can we... Can we get Archie back at his house......?”

He frowned, now remembering the boy before them. A glare came to his face as he thought about it, only to nod. He couldn’t say no, especially after seeing the cleaned cut on his nose, as if someone had punched it. He didn’t seemed to mind, which made the undead man curious. He knew he was the son of Pennywise, but he didn’t care right now. His mind was set on the thought that Malon was coming back home, and that he would never let her out of his sight. Now, he had the mission to get the kids back to their homes, and he would do it without any complain. Archie didn’t harm his daughter, and they seemed very close, so the people who are friends with his daughter are his friends too.

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“Archie—!!” Aquarius tan toward him, feeling him jump on her and wrap his arms around her the best he could. He was so happy to be back, and his mother was too. They both cried as they hugged and sat on the ground, saying nice things and telling each other about what happened today, Archie being the first one evidently.

#jason voorheese #pennywise #randomly a fan #brahmsy #brahms heelshire

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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2023 New Harley Davidson X350 Launched🔥 | Better Than Hunter 350 | Price...

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The comparable Kawasaki it was like $7,000 this one is like $8,500 in China when the USA is more like 12 Grand or 10 grand somewhere in there and it is a little bit pricey but they're selling a lot of these and you want to post it and you can't find a reasonable video they're all idiots saying it's Chinese and they make some there but it's a Harley-Davidson plant and they have strict rules and they follow them but most of them are made in the United States so I don't know why the hell they're saying that and it's you people and you're stupid it goes against what you're doing we can't stand you so dumb you have to listen okay sometimes trying to figure out which way it is doesn't work out that way okay people don't buy it of yours and you're small but listen to you you shut up you little s*** you should flush yourself you're so dumb you're trying to say stuff and be right and not not even checking and not saying the right thing and you're ruining your people and you're a f****** God damn zombie is so damn dumb so this is the bike and there's some idiot over there having a safe stuff cuz they're dumber than hell this is time to flush so this bike is selling like madness all over the world each areas around 2 to 300 trillion a week and the guys are going gangbusters trying to keep up no they're not building them we've thought of piggybacking and I bet there's a war going on and then he said that would be more used cars so we started to do that I was still alive there's tons of these out there now they hand over well they're fast and sippy and the 500 is even faster and still handles extremely well. Chrissy wants to use it in her carnival act it's really a circus act and they're looking at the sideshow place it's very run down and very beat up what is the land and his place and it's the x and it can all be restored even from the ground up and they're looking at now and they think they might have a winner and it's not the same circus as Barbara and Bailey but it would make the area more popular again and at least a bit more fun and that's what they want to do and have a purpose and a son would go to something like this small circus and they would help him get up there well if I then you should have a way so it's going on now that they're going to look at it and the video begins because they're talking about it possibly flooding and they have to break out the harbor and this would be a reason why

Thor Freya

We have a feeling that people are helping lead you there and we are going to try and figure out who it is it's a damn good idea and we are going to look into it and besideshow.com and everything comes from this concept of a smaller circus area where you really have side shows it's kind of a freaky thing and his act would be freaky he'd be a strong man and not only a strong man but way too strong for today and he would be over the top and people would say it's kind of freaky and he would make it to Bailey but maybe later on at this time it'll be better as a side show and he's kind of right but he didn't know why exactly he's never heard of this kind of thing it's like a big apothecary and I said sort of and that stuff would be there and his plan used to thrive on it and the miscellaneous do this all the time they said in the past and they were here and they did acts like the hairy woman and stuff and they want to be there and we have all socials and we do it every Friday at the mall

Brad

I'm not supposed to be one of them and I'm not really but it is kind of but nobody knows it is and it's kind of like a friend here Chris he's really huge but he's not come and see the baby giant and Brian you can use that line the one you've always wanted to use because the guy was mean to you or something it was probably Trump so we're going to try and get to it too we have an act it is a sideshow and it uses knives and no but it's skill and it's fun

Sherry

We have a sideshow this is great the motorcycle thing is not a sideshow and yeah it is and she can do her show as a side show in our place and she'd have a home and this is great and our friend can move up there if he had to in a tiny house no a small house no a medium one and yeah he can probably build one and he knows about what we're talking about but he'd have to be inland a little unless we fill it in with dirt so here we go this is going to be fun

I can't believe it this is a dream and it really is we're getting our act together we think tonight we had fun with the clones they went nuts just because we wanted to not drowned and we're sick of them and we see it now we don't want to drive people and kidnap one guy and go nowhere Australia would be hell and the empire below and they are down there we get our asses kicked

Ben Arnold

Olympus

It's funny as hell he says who's the planner here and we got our train stuff and carriages and I'm trying to move around and oh we can't move down there yet so I get this but really this is a good idea so we're going to post

Mac daddy we're building these we can't build them fast enough we need workers and we need factories if you guys want bikes please come and sign up where equal opportunity our people are busy this is just a Harley factory we want to try and get along

#Youtube

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texas-hates-taxes-too · 4 years

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A Very Red Christmas in Blood Gulch

I have this scene stuck in my head, sorry if its not super great, its been a long time since I wrote anything decent

Hope you enjoy!

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"Merry Christmas, Sarge!" Donut saluted quickly (and improperly) before shoving a gift bag towards Sarge.

"Appreciated, now where's everyone else?"

"Just coming, sir", simmons wandered into the room with Grif in tow. Simmons was in his undersuit but Grif was still in pyjamas, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. Lopez came in last.

"Good. Now men, today is the greatest, and reddest, holiday of them all. Christmas! And so we will be celebrating appropriately. Here's your cards."

Sarge quickly handed each of them a card.

"Uhh, where we supposed to be getting gifts? Because I didnt so that", Grif yawned while opening his card.

"Grif, I would expect nothing more than for you to be a disappointment even on the reddest holiday of the year, which is why I entrusted Simmons with buying a gift for me in your name"

Simmons was currently staring at the front of his card with watery eyes. The card said 'Merry Christmas to my Son'.

"....dude, are you crying?" Grif hadnt been moved at all by his own card, which also said son on the front but had a torrent of insults written inside it.

"What, no! Of course not." Simmons quickly dried his eyes and then handed over two gifts to sarge, "Merry Christmas, sir. Thank you for the card."

"Kissas"

"Shut up"

Donut looked over to where lopez was staring at his card, he couldn't really tell how lopez felt about it, because lopez didn't have a face, but luckily Donut was pretty good-ish at reading body language.

"Don't like your card, Lopez? Whats wrong, do you not like Christmas?... ohh, are you Jewish? We shouldn't have assumed"

".......No. No soy judío. Soy un robot."

Donut turned to Lopez, "robots can still celebrate holidays! I heard that Sheila is celebrating," he said teasingly, "I also heard caboose got her a really nice present, you'll have to get her something really good if you're gonna win her heart!"

Lopez didn't say anything but he walked away after few moments.

"Ah young robot love." donut sighed.

"Time to go deliver cards to the blues, men" sarge picked up his gun and another 6 cards before heading out.

"Fine, but I'm not putting clothes on." Grif grumbled before leaving, still in his pyjamas.

Donut grabbed more gift bags and skipped out after them.

Simmons was last to leave, he had taken his card back to his bunk and was just sitting looking at it. It was stupid, he thought, to get so emotional about something as small as a card. But he just couldn't help it, the card and the words on it were the best gift he'd gotten in years. He gave it one last look and smiled before running out to join the others.

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Lopez had joined them on the walk over.

"Did you find a gift for Sheila, Lopez?" Donut asked as they walked.

"Si." Lopez held up a spanner that he'd stuck a red bow on.

"Aww, I bet she'll love it!"

Grif leaned into Simmons. "Whats a tank gonna do with a spanner?" He whispered.

"...why are you asking me?"

They arrived at blue base.

"Hellooo! We're here for Christmas!" Donut yelled.

Church stumbled out of blue base still in his pyjamas.

"Hey, shut the fuck up reds, people are trying to sleep!"

"At 12pm? You're worse than Grif." Simmons responded.

"Not true, I'd get up at 3pm if you'd let me."

Sarge put his gun away and pulled out some cards.

"Alright blue, get the rest of your filthy buddies out here, we've got cards for ya"

"And presents!" Donut added.

"Presents?!" Caboose poked his head out of blue base's entry way, he was already fully dressed in armor.

"Here's yours, caboose!" Donut held out a dark blue gift bag for Caboose who quickly ran over like an excited puppy.

"Oh I love gifts! I got gifts for all of you too! Just wait here and I'll go get them."

"Now wait a minute there blue, I gotta give you your card", sarge handed caboose a card and then tossed another at church.

"I don't celebrate Christmas" church said flatly, bot bothering to open the card.

"Of course you don't, you're a blue and this is a red holiday! Consider this an act of war!" Sarge yelled back.

"Thats not— y'know what, nevermind"

Church wandered back into blue base.

"Tell the rest of your buddies to get out here!" Sarge shouted after him.

Caboose had torn open the his card and was slowly reading through it. His card said 'to my son' like the reds' cards but had 'blue' written in pen above the word son, inside it had a message about how caboose was pretty great for a blue and would always be welcome on red team (if he was willing to give up his blue ways).

"Aww, thank you seargent!" Caboose picked up sarge to big him a big hug, "I like being on blue team, but the card is very very nice."

Sarge tried to look unbothered by the bone crushing hug.

"Dont mention it blue." He crossed his arms, "seriously, never, ever mention it."

Eventually Tex and Tucker stumbled out the base, looking similarly dressed to church.

"Why did Church wake me up just to talk to you guys?" Tucker groaned.

"We brought gifts! For Christmas." Donut held up the gift bags to show them.

"Oh so this Christmas thing is actually a celebration and not just an excuse to get drunk?" Tex joked.

"Seriously, Tex, what planet were you born on that you haven't heard of Christmas before?"

"Earth"

"I dont buy it"

"Ahem!" Sarge interrupted their conversation. "Here."

The two took their cards as well as their gifts from Donut.

"How did you actually get cards that say 'to my enemy' on them?" Tex asked.

"To Minor Junior Private Tucker negative third class— thats not a real rank— have a terrible Christmas, lots of hate, from red seargent of the red army, the greatest army in all of blood gulch." Tucker read his card out. "Gee thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Thanks for the invitation to join red team Sarge but unless your gonna pay me I have to decline." Tex's card had included a very inspiring message about how great things would be if she joined the red team.

"Hey sarge, you want me to pay Tex 300 bucks to join red team?" Simmons asked.

"You clearly don't know my prices."

Caboose came back out the base carrying a pile of haphazardly wrapped gifts.

"I brought my gifts presents, here you go!" Caboose's tossed a gift at each of the reds. Each one was clearly some sort of gift wrapped weapon.

"Thanks.... caboose..." Grif said, looking at what was definitely a hand pistol.

"Oh I love grenades!" Donut said, "thank you caboose, these are perfect."

Caboose grinned.

"Your welcome!"

"Oh! You know what, I've actually been wanting to get a knife for ages," Simmons said, "thanks Caboose."

"Mm. No blue shotgun will ever replace my superior red shotgun, but I... appreciate it," Sarge said reluctantly.

"What did you get, Lopez?" Donut asked.

"Un rifle roto. voy a encontrar a Sheila."

"Huh, hey Caboose did you know that the gun you gave Lopez is broken?"

"Yes."

Tucker looked between caboose and lopez.

"This is getting weird again, I'm going back in."

Tex turned to the reds.

"Well thanks for coming by but we've got our own Christmas stuff to do I assume, see ya"

"Ah yes. I better go too, bye guys! Thanks for the presents, Merry Christmas!" Caboose yelled before running back inside.

"Well that was nice, should we go back?" Donut asked, " I made Christmas snacks and they're ready to eat!"

Why didn't you say so, let's go" Grif turned away and started heading back to red base, going faster than he had on the way there.

They all started heading after him, ready for a day of very-red Christmas celebrations.

Sarge watched his team with a strange warm feeling in his chest.

"Merry Christmas, boys."

#this is not proof read at all enjoy #rvb #red vs blue #Christmas #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #oneshot #red team #blood gulch chronicles

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silvertsundere · 4 years

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DND Session Summary 15

this is the first I’ve been a player since over a year ago oof but still got it baby

me: Human Fighter not me: DM @griffmstr | Human Bard @rennebright | Halfling Cleric @kite33 | Human Pally @megaboy335 | Half Elf Sorc @byzantine-love-machine

Before anything else, we got a recap of the whole story and what we did up til now. Aight now for the new stuff

- we had a found a magic tablet that we needed to take to the university city to figure out what it’s about and the residents of the town we helped offered to give us a cart ride - while on the ride we had a collective nightmare where we woke up, while everyone else was sleeping soundly, and the cart was being driven by Althidon (one of the villains) and was going towards one of the most important cities. Said city was on fire and being invaded by orcs and giants and shit and a super fancy giant was knocking the doors down of the pally monastery. Inside was the body of a 5 headed dragon. And then we woke up. - we stayed at an inn and decided what to do next. I wanted to go a library if there was one and since it was at the university that made things easier. - it took us 2 hours walking to reach the uni from the inn cause the city’s huge. - we talk to the receptionist and he tell us the person that can help us is on the 32nd floor and we’re all like HUH cause so many floors but then he told us there’s an elevator. we get on it and see that there’s actually 300 fucking floors. - we go to the lab we were supposed to go too and meet a guy named Evin, which everyone hears as Evan and starts making “evan gelion” jokes - he tells us it’ll take at least like 6 weeks to decipher and we’re like “bruh can’t you do it faster” but he can’t so we leave. - while we’re at the uni I take my chance to check the library. I asked the guy there if there’s stuff about paladins since that’s what I wanted to research about but he tells me most of that stuff is at solas (the place from the nightmare), but I still search anyway just in case. - sorc helps me and while I don’t find anything he does. however the book he found had some pages missing. when we asked the librarian he said it was prob some guys from a guild called Prismatic Mirage, that were looking in the same section as us so, since we have to wait for the tablet anyway, we went to look for them. - we go to the docks to look for their warehouse and quickly find it, however it’s empty. we find a hidden entrance in the chimney and go down it. - in the very first room we find some PM workers killed. - I sneak ahead and find some guys rummaging through the warehouse, which byz recognizes as men from the Order of The Azure Rose, which is another guild - I sneak in and grapple one of them to try and have a hostage situation and question them but have to roll for initiative anyway. - during the fight, sorc’s magic robe flares up and turns EVERYONE invisible lol - we keeping going through the warehouse and find a room filled with a buncha Azure Rose guys. sorc throws a fireball and kills their healer and damages the rest. - I go in to do burning hands and get ganged up on, but I used shield so I only got hit once (1)

- bard comes in and uses thunder step to take me out and kills 3 guys in the process. pally also got hit by it but passed the roll and barely took damage cause he tanky. - we keep exploring and get into another fight. on his first turn the cleric rolls a 1 and cause he’s a halfling, rerolls it and gets another 1.

- during the fight, sorc’s robes flare up again, and he gives a buncha people vulnerability to piercing damage, just to get hit by an arrow and immediately get knocked unconscious, tho right after cleric uses life transference and puts him basically back at full again. - I went to grab dinner and when I came back the sorc had lost all his mirror image clones he had just cast from a dispel magic. - we finish fighting everyone that was left and then a woman in heavy armor shows up and paralyzed everyone but me. - she’s an inquisitor for the paladins and was accusing us of killing the PM workers and the AR guys - since I was the only one not paralyzed I explained what happened and kinda convince her but she still casts a spell to read all our minds. - after seeing we were telling the truth she undid the paralysis and then roasted all of us like you can see here:

- Ramos Ferro (me) “A boy unable to save his own mother, abandoned by his master, you now roam the realm like a lost pup.” - Varys Eisenhorn (Sorc) “A bastard child and one of the Eisenhorn mage abominations. That draconic blood is pure evil and could eventually consume you.” - Nicolas Granger (Cleric) “Forced into a profession you failed to become, you roam the realm seeking the one thing no one has ever given you. Acceptance.” - Jameak Layalar (Bard) “You save one small town and are arrogant enough to believe you can save the realm? Your hubris will be the end of you and your friends.” - Nephis (Pally) “Come from nothing with no family yet graduate top of your class. The fastest Paladin to take the oaths. Heavily decorated service with many wildlings crushed underfoot. Yet you fail to realize the man you are quested to find resides in your own party.”

- after hurting our feelings and pride she tells us that the leader of the paladins had a vision of the wild ones being beneath the city we’re in right now so she was sent here to investigate it. - she asks for our help and since we gotta wait here for 6 weeks we accept.

AND that’s it for this session. this was a lot more than it felt like lol. next time we play I’ll go back to dming but still, it was fun playing after not being able to for so long.

#silver plays dnd

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browneyedhimbo · 5 years

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Second Chances

Prompts: “You should be kissed, every day, every hour, every minute.”

Summary: Second chances are hard to come by. Bucky never got to tell you how he felt before, so with a little encouragement he might be able to finally tell you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluffy ending, friends to lovers type thing

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This is for @cosmicbucky‘s 300 writing challenge. Congratulations again hun! You serve them and so many more! ❤💕❤💕 This was written with me practically drunk off nyquil so if this doesn’t make much sense I’m sorry 😅 Hope you like it! 《Masterlist 》

It was calm, Bucky noted. There were no missions, no fighting, no yelling, and no trouble. He caught himself in a blissful serenity and he loved it. Trying to soak up every minute of it, he lay sprawled on the sofa of the common room with his nose stuck in a book. He loved these days, but it was missing something. Rather, someone.

He shut his book and let it flop on his stomach as he reached for his phone in his pocket. He unlocked it and was greeted with the picture of his home screen that made his heartache and small smile turn to a frown. It was a silly selfie you took of the both of you, right there on that sofa.

He sighed and screwed his eyes shut tight. He felt like such an idiot, a helpless useless dumbass. But most of all, he felt like a coward. The sound of his phone pinging made his eyes open slowly as he saw it was a message from you.

Hey buddy! It’s nice out, try going for a walk. Who knows, you might end up meeting the girl of your dreams 🤪 Oh, and don't forget to smile!

He chuckled halfheartedly at the text. Only you would be on a lunch date with your boyfriend and send him a text telling him to smile. Whether it was telepathy or not, he found it endearing. His fingers typed as if they had a mind of his own and sent a message.

Hey! You know me, always smiling doll. I might take a rain check on that walk, workout room is calling my name

He didn’t want to take the walk, he didn’t want to meet anyone else. He already found the girl of his dreams but he couldn’t have her. He couldn’t have you.

He shook his head and sat up, swinging his legs over to stand. Hands found their way into his hair and he couldn't help but tug at it. The weight of his jealousy and the pain in his heart hurt him too much.

As hard as he tried, the tears started welling in his eyes and the lump in his throat grew. His leg started bouncing up and down as he tried to steady his breathing. His mind was swarming with thoughts, the loudest one being, “Are you really going to cry over this?” And he shook his head. Apparently he was.

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Wanda was tucked into a small corner of the kitchen drinking tea and scrolling through her phone when she felt this feeling of hurt wash over her, leaving goosebumps behind. Looking around she spotted Bucky on the sofa.

“Hey, um, Bucky?” She cautiously sat next to him. “Bucky what’s wrong?” He shook his head clenching his jaw, resulting in her putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m-” He inhaled a shaky breath, “I’m such an idiot.” He scoffed. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that day and now I don’t think I ever will.” The tears started rolling freely down his cheeks.

“What if I said you were wrong,” she countered gently, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He looked up to her, “She’s happy with Brad.” He spat out venomously.

“Men,” Wanda’s eyes rolled as she chuckled, “You’re all the same. All that testosterone.” She smirked, pulling out her phone from her back pocket. “IF you would actually watch her Instagram stories and pay attention to her twitter posts,” she trailed off, scrolling endlessly. Bucky would watch them, but his focus was on you. Your smile, your eyes, your hair, your-

“Earth to Bucky.” Wanda chuckled. “So you think she’s still whooped for this guy right?” He shook his head, why wouldn’t you? “Well think again.” She turned her phone to show Bucky a post of yours on Instagram. It was a picture of your boyfriend, Brad, with his back to you. The caption you put under it is what sparked anger in the bit of Bucky’s stomach.

Won’t even kiss me anymore 🙄

“He’s been getting distance with her.” Wanda smiled knowingly. “Maybe you should tell her.” She smiled, her eyebrows rising in slight amusement.

“But why would she want me?” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it just fell from his lips.

“Aww Bucky.” She cooed, bringing him into a side hug. “You could ask her yourself, you know. She never shuts up about you. At this point your name has left her mouth more than Brad.” She chuckled.

“Oh.” Was all he could say, but his mind was screaming why.

“Hey did I forget to mention that they broke up?” Bucky’s face shot up from where he had it tucked between his arms. His eyebrows rose in confusion as his head tilted, bottom lip jutting out.

“But the picture…” He trailed off.

“Was from two weeks ago.” She smirked. Bucky scoffed, not knowing what the hell was happening anymore. “That’s why she’s been in her room. She might’ve told you she was on a lunch date or that she was still seeing this douche only because she knows you’ll rip his head off.”

Now things seemed clearer. His mind reflected over the last two weeks. The bags under your eyes, how they were always puffy. When he asked you about it you said they were either allergies or you couldn’t sleep. The way you carried yourself was a little different, your shoulders were more slouched and your smile didn’t really reach your eyes. But you still seemed yourself. But now that he thinks about it, really thinks, you were flirting with him more. He only thought you were joking.

“Where is she?” He looked at Wanda, pure determination in his eyes.

“She’s on the roof.” She smiled sadly, “Be gentle.” Bucky nodded before wiping his eyes and darting towards the elevator.

The entire ride he was trying to come up with a little speech, something to say to you so he won’t be as awkward. But his mind turned up blank. All he could think about was that he was getting a second chance.

The elevator dinged, bringing him out of his thoughts. He took a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm down a bit before stepping out into the crisp New York air. He immediately spotted you leaning against the rail, looking into the horizon, a sad look adorning your beautiful features.

Slowly he started walking closer to you. The panic was slowly building up. He thought about turning around and sticking himself in his room, but when does the world ever offer him a second chance?

“Hey doll.” He smiled softly while his right hand gripped the rail. He forced himself to keep looking at you.

“Hey Buck!” You looked at him with a cheery expression. His heart melted at the sight.

“Can I uh, I want to, I-” He sighed looking at the view of the city. “Whatever happened with Brad? The uh lunch date?” Your jaw dropped and your eyes went wide. You completely forgot you told him you were on a date.

“We uh w-we cancelled last minute,” you lied. You hated lying to Bucky. He scratched the back of his neck, his chest heaving slightly faster.

“Wanda told me Y/N/N.” His soft steel blue grey eyes bore into yours. “Why didn’t you say something?” He asked so softly if you weren’t paying attention you might’ve missed it.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” you sighed. “Plus he wasn’t even interesting anymore.” You chuckled, trying to lighten things up.

“Yeah? How so?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Well for one he wouldn’t want to kiss me anymore,” you laughed.

“You should be kissed, every day, every hour, every minute.” Bucky stated as if it were a fact. His words melted your heart and made puddy in his hands. It was the sweetest thing you ever heard and it brought the biggest goofiest smile onto your face.

“What?” His head tilted in confusion. “Wait did I just-” His eyes went wide as he paled. “Oh my g-I just. Fuck I didn’t-” He racked his fingers through his hair. “I-I mean it’s true but - oh god just shoot me now.” He mumbled, his head hitting the railing. Well so much for second chances.

“What do you mean second chances Buck?” Shit, did he say that out loud?

“Well,” he started, “remember that party Stark threw last year for the children’s fundraiser? I was planning on telling you how I felt.” A blush creeped its way up his neck to his cheeks. “I was going to bring you up here actually and tell you. But before I could even get you alone I chickened out.” He looked to the floor dejectedly.

“Tell me.” You said, your finger lifting his chin so his eyes met yours.

“What?”

“Tell me how you feel.” You don’t know where this boost of confidence came from but there was no taking this back now. Bucky gulped. It was now or never.

“I love you. I know it might seem like a strong word but you’re my best friend. Ever since I met you I knew but the feelings just got stronger everyday and then seeing you with fucking Brad just hurt so much. But I never stopped loving you and since he made you happy-” Tears blurred your vision as you cut him off with a kiss.

“You really should’ve said something at that party,” you chuckled softly, “I love you too Bucky boo.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips which you gladly returned. His hands snaked around your waist as your hands found a way to his neck, bringing him closer.

“I’m gonna show how much I love and kiss you like you should,” he promised.

“I'll hold you to it Sarge.”

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