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theimaginethinker · 10 months

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Beyond the Wall (Gally x Female! Reader)

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Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence, Use of Y/N

Chapter 2: Faces of Old (at least to Gally) and New

Time Skip (7 months)

“You ready, Love?” I hear a male voice, one that I have become used to, call out to me as I finish putting my weapon on my shoulder and grabbing my mask.

“Of course, I am.” I walk out of our room to see Gally standing at the door of our area. Lawrence had moved all of us to a different part of the outer city about 6 months back. And in that time, me and Gally had gotten closer and have started a relationship. We work well together, and Lawrence constantly put us on missions together, so it was just time till it happened. “There’s going to be a larger crowd today. So, we need to be careful today because WCKD might do something. Who knows with them.” I said as we climbed on to the top of the van. Gally sitting closest to the back of the van.

“We’ll be fine.” He says give me a kiss before we put our masks on. He hits the side of the van to let the driver know that we're good to go. And we were off going through the crowd making sure nothing went wrong.

“We are the voice of the voiceless. “Jasper started on the loudspeaker at the front of the van. “They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!” We scan the crowd as we move through, at one point I feel Gally tense up some when we go past a group of people who look like it's their first time in the city.

“We need to grab them.” He says to me as I give him a look through my mask but keeps his eyes on a dark hair male. “My maze.” Is all he says and I know what he talks about. I nodded as we got off of the van and started to follow the group. A crowd starts to build at the barrier, and it gets louder. Gally stops with me behind him and one of the other males beside me. “We might have trouble on our hands if WCKD knows he’s here.” Gally informs us, as he continues forward keeping an eye on another male, the blond one, from the group. Said male looks back and has a worried look as he looks to his right to find some more of our guys but keeps walking forward.

“Gally, I think WCKD knows he’s here.” I said looking up at a drone. Gally sees it and starts to push his way through the crowd. I stay back with the other male; I turn to him. “Go get the vans ready.” I tell him as I hear metallic creaking, I turn back to the wall to the inner city. “Shit.” I said as they started to fire. I help people get away as I run towards the vans. I get into the second van with three of the males from the other group. The older one calling the girls name, and the males try to get me to take him. “No way, you two deal with him, I got the other two.” I told them looking at the blond from earlier and the other brunette. We got in and I sat watching them try to get the older male under control as we took off. The younger two looked at me like I was going to help, and I just shook my head. We jolted back and forth, I laughed at some of the males trying their best to not get hit by the older male. We finally stopped just as the older male threw one of the two out the back doors.

“Where you are going?” he asked the man he throw out. Jumping out and getting on top of him. “Where is she, you son of a bitch?” I then hear a female voice calling out to him getting him to stop. I get out of the van as the group deals with that. Walking over to Gally he looks me up and down, I shake my head telling him that I’m okay. Gally then stops the others from getting into the fight and pulls them back. The female finally gets the older male to calm down. Other Guards pulling the other males away from the two.

“Everybody relax.” Gally starts trying to get everyone to calm down. “We’re all on the same side here.”

“What do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?” The dark-haired male asked. Gally takes a second looking at the group and glancing at me before taking his mask off. I follow doing the same.

“Hey, Greenie.” He says after turning back to them. The three younger males were shocked.

“Gally?” The dark-haired male question coming closer. He then gets angry and punches Gally, I rush forward but Gally stops me by a quick look. Some of the guards pointed their guns, as the blond-haired boy moves to stop him.

“Stop! It’s all right!” Gally calls out, I move to stand next to them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop it!” The blond says grabbing on to the darker-haired male. Him and Gally keeping eye contact with each other.

“He killed Chuck.” Oh no, Gally has told me the story. And I've woken up to him having nightmares about that multiple times.

“Yeah, I know. I remember. I was there too, all right?” The blond still trying to calm him down. “But I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind.” The blond looked around at all of us. “Just calm down. All right?” He gets up off of Gally as I help him up. I gave a nod to the blond in the process.

“Kind of had that coming.” He spoke and touched his jaw. “Anybody else? Fry? Newt?”

“Do you know this guy?” the older male asked.

“He was an old friend.” The darker skinned male answered. Gally looked back at me, I shook my head at him.

“How? How is this possible?” The blonde asked. “We watched you die.”

“No, you left me to die.” Gally replied. “And if we hadn’t found you when we did, you’d be dead right now.” There was silence before I decided to speak up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked behind Gally for him. He moved to the side to let them see me. They all gave me weird looks.

“Minho.” the blonde replied. I turn my head to look at Gally. “WCKD has him here. We’re looking for a way in.” They are all silent at each other before Gally replied.

“We can help with that.” I nudge him with my elbow, and he looks down at me. Tilted my head and he just looks back towards the others. “Follow us.” He tells them as we all turn to walk.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” the dark-haired male told us.

“Suit yourself.” I told him back. He turned his head to look at me, giving me a questionable look. “But we can get you through those walls.” I feel Gally place his hand on my lower back, something only the girl and blonde take note of. We started walking and they followed us as Gally told them what had happened to him.

“After the maze, I got picked up by Y/N here and her group headed to the city.” He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“We realized he was immune, I patched him up, and brought him here to Lawrence.” I told them as we continued to walk farther into the building.

“This group’s been at war with WCKD ever since they took control of the city.” We pass the weapons area as he tells the group. “But WCKD can’t hide behind those walls forever. Day’s going to come, and they’re going to pay for what they’ve done.” We stop and Gally turns to the group, but I continue walking into Lawrence’s room.

“Ah…Y/N. Good to see that you're okay, sweetheart. Jasper told me. I can’t go losing one of my favorites.” Lawrence says to me.

“No, sir. I’m all fine.” I told him as he goes back to what he was doing. I gave Jasper a nod.

“Rose took my nose, I suppose. Rose took my nose, I suppose. Suppose, suppose, took my nose…” Lawrence whispers as Gally leads the group in. “Gally, glad to see you made it back as well. But seeming has Y/N ain’t sad nor crying, I should've expected that.” He said with a little chuckle, and I looked down as Gally stopped beside me. “Jasper told me what happened.” He came back up from his rose giving Jasper a look to leave.

“It was a slaughter.” Gally told him. “There’s nothing we could do against those guns.”

“No, but they can only poke the hornet’s nest so long before they get stung.” Lawrence replies before smelling a rose. “Now, who are these people? Why are they here?”

“We need to get into WCKD. Gally said you can get us through the walls.” The dark-haired male steps forward.

“Gally should know better than to make promises that he can’t keep.” Lawrence told the male as I gave a ‘I told you’ look towards Gally. Lawrence looks at Gally and sighs. “Besides, that wall is only half your problem. Getting inside WCKD is impossible.”

“There might be a way now.” Gally pipes up. “But it doesn’t work without Thomas.” Wait Thomas? That’s who the dark-haired boy is. Oh lord help me. Thomas gives a look to Gally, what is Gally talking about.

“Is that so?” Lawrence question. “Do you know what I am…Thomas?” He asked Thomas as he came closer. “I am a businessman.” he gets in his face. “Which means that I don’t take unnecessary risks. Why should I trust you?”

“Cause I can help you.” Thomas replies. “You see, if you can get me through those walls. I can get you what you need.”

“What is it that you think I need?”

“Time. Every last drop.” Lawrence scoffs looking at his IV bag, then to me and Gally.

“Is that what I need?”

“WCKD has something we both want.”

“I’ll tell you what. Two can go for now. The rest stay down here with me.” Lawrence offers “Just a little insurance to make sure you find your way back.” They all look at each other. “We have a deal?” Lawrence asks, offering his hand to shake and Thomes takes it. “Gally, show him the way. Y/N you're staying here to watch the rest of them.” Me and Gally share a look. This will be the first time he separates us since we became partners.

“Yes, sir.” I replied.

We get back to our area to change before Gally leads Thomas and the blond to the city.

“Okay real quick who is who? I figure out who Thomas is but the other four.” I question Gally in our room.

“The blonde is Newt, the other is Frypan. The older male and female I have no clue.” He tells me.

“And what's this new plan?”

“You know the girl I pointed out to you in the WCKD building?”

“Uh, yeah. Teresa you said her name was.”

“She is our key. Her and Thomas are close and we can get in through her.” He told me and we walked out to go to the tunnel that leads to the city. We removed the cover and they all looked down as me and Gally grabbed the latter.

“Be careful, Thomas.” I hear the older male say.

“Stay safe. Love you.” I said quietly to Gally, and he gave me a kiss on the head. He sits at the edge of the hole, and I give him the flashlight. Then I stand next to Lawrence in the corner,

“Gally, take care of these two.” Frypan told him.

“Yeah” He replies, descending down the latter. Thomas follows, then Newt. I turn to the other three left.

“Follow me, they're going to be gone for a while.” I told them.

“I’ll have someone come get you when they get back.” Lawrence tells us, I gave him a nod back and showed them. To the church area where I let them rest.

I sit in the back messing with my necklace from Gally. The female walks over and sits next to me. “Hello.” She says. I give her a small smile. “I’m Brenda.”

“Y/N”

“I figured, as Gally kept calling you that.”

“Yeah. Um.. who’s the older man, that seems very protective of you?”

“That’s Jorge. I met him after my parents died when I was younger. He took me in and gave me a safe place to grow and learn” I nodded to her. “What about you?”

“What about me? I got put into a maze where my memories were wiped. I got out of my maze by myself earlier than WCKD planned on. They put me in the Scorch by myself, little to no instructions. Was found by Lawrence group and they didn’t sell me back to WCKD. Four months later I found Gally and saved him. We have been connected ever since then. He’s had my back. I've had his.” I told her.

“I can tell you he’s changed since the maze. Now I’m thinking it’s because of you.” Frypan came up to us. “He used to be cold. Now he’s warm, more willing to help and hear others out.”

“He was very aggressive when we first met. After I saved his life and let him have my bed.” I told them. “He got over it after I yelled at him. And Lawrence just kept putting us together for every mission. So, we just formed a relationship.” I smile at the end of it.

“Do you know how Gally is planning on getting us into WCKD?” Jorge asked.

“Yes, I do. But I feel its not my place to say it just yet.” I told the three of them with a smile.

Gally POV

“Stay safe. Love you.” Y/N said quietly to me and I gave her a kiss on the head. I sits at the edge of the hole, and she hands me the flashlight. She walks over and stands next to Lawerence.

“Gally,” I look up at Frypan. “take care of these two.”

“Yeah” He replies, descending the latter. Thomas follows after me, then Newt. We start walking down the tunnel and I hear Newt groan.

“This is gross.” He says out loud.

“Yeah, this is great.” Thomes comments. I get the generator for the lights and turn it on revealing the long tunnel. We start walking down the tunnel.

“Stay with me. We got a ways to go.” I tell them. We get most of the way down the tunnel before Newt speaks again.

“Hey Gally. How did you end up with a bloody crank as a roommate, man?” He asked me. Well Lawerence isn’t my roommate Y/N is but I’m not going to say that.

“Actually I owe that crank my life. Y/n too.” I tell them. “When Y/N and her crew found me and brought me back. Lawerence could have sold me back to WCKD. Traded my life for a few vials of serum.” I look back at them and kept walking down the tunnel. “Instead, he offered me a place. Both of them thought I had something worth living for.” We got to the end of the tunnel, and I turned on the flashlight.

“What’s that?” Thomes asked. What I got worth living for, Y/N. And any future with her. But I kept quite. Turing back to them.

“Wait here.” I told them and went down the smaller tunnel. I went to look at the train tunnel too see what was going on. I hope that this all comes to a end and me and Y/N can settle down somewhere and not have to deal with WCKD on a daily bases. I come back and catch the end of Newt’s sentence.

“There was a time when Gally was a true friend of mine.” That time was long ago and I was a different person with a different head space. I take a breath before making my presents known.

“Hey.” They both turned to look at me. “It’s clear. Let’s move.” I told them, getting up and they followed me. We got to the hole in the wall that leads us to the train tunnel. “Alright, this way.” I stop at the end and look down the tunnel seeing a train coming. “Hold up.” As it got closer, I braced myself. I’ll never get use to this part. Then the train got flying by. “Okay. We got to be quick about this.” I told them louder so they could hear me over the train. “Not going to have a lot of time. Stay on me. Okay.” The train finishes passing. “Okay, let’s go.” I told them, then jumped out and they followed. And I replace the vent back over the hole.

“Alright. Tommy loves trains. Don’t you mate?” Newt says. That a story I need to here but not right now.

“Great.” I said and started running. “Cause your going to see another one real soon. Come on.” I told them. They wait a moment before they take off after me down the tunnel.

“Gally, what the hell are we doing?” I hear Thomes yell at me.

“Less talking. More running.” I yell back. I start to see that the next train is coming.

“Gally.” Thomes yells again.

“Come on.” I yell as I turn back to them. “We’re almost there.”

“Newt, come on we got to move. Come on.” Thomes says. Has I see the train get closer we barely make it to the other opening. I start climbing we I turn and see Newt has fallen. Shit no. “Newt.”

“No” I yell as I push Thomes to the wall and run for Newt. If I die Y/N will find a way to bring me back to life and kill me again. But I’m not letting another person die on my watch. I get to him just as the train comes and push him down as the train goes over us. Y/N going to kill me either way probably. The train is gone. I sit up as Newt groans. “Well that was a first. Never were great runners. Were we Newt?” I said in a little jokingly way.

“Well, I only got one good leg.” Newt replies as I help him up.

“Yeah, I only got one good lung.” I reply back to him.

“Okay?” Thomes asked Newt but I don’t see his reply. Newt does start coughing thought. I nod my head towards the opening.

“This way.” I said walking over and climbing the latter. We walk till we get to the city. I open the door slowly and walk into the crowed like I’m suppose to be there. Thomes and Newt follow, they’re looking around at everything. Announcements go off as we wall, talking about the mandatory curfew. We walked by a group of people. “Infection checks. All you got to do is sneeze around here and you get kicked out.” I told them. “That’s the price of paradise, I guess.” We make it out on to the street, Thomes and Newt take in everything. Just like I did when Y/N first brought me with her on one of her many scouting of WCKD. Something that me and her do a lot as it’s sometimes the only time we get alone with one another.

“This is a long way from the Glade” Newt says. And another announcement rings out.

“Yeah, we better get off these streets.” I let them know. “And I know it’s hard, but act like you’ve seen it before.” I finish before walking down the stairs. We move through the streets quickly. Avoiding any vehicles as much as possible. “They’ve Definitely upped security.” I say as another van passes us. “I guessing you shanks have something to do with that.” I told them as I looked at them. “All right, let’s get outta here.” I said running we get to the wall. “All right, Newt, you’re up.” I said helping him up onto the wall. I turn to help Thomes, but he just ignores me and jumps up on his own. I follow after making sure we are clear. We get to the lookout spot on the wall, where we have a view of the WEKD building. “There it is. If WEKD got Minho, that’s where they’ll be keeping him.” I pull out the telescope that Y/N hidden under a pile of stuff. “Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years.” I look through the telescope finding Teresa, find her in her normal room. “Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere.” Look up and take a quick glance at Thomes before leaning against the railing. “Scanners on every floor.”

“Sounds like a bloody fortress.” Newt replies.

“Yeah, I thought you said you had a way in.” Thomes says after him and we look at each other.

“I might” I reply.

“You “might”? What the hell do you mean “might”?” I sigh. “Gally, you said you could get us in there. We’re following your lead here. We’re trusting you. We don’t have to do that” Thomes tell me getting angrier.

“Yeah, alright. Let get a few things straight first. Other wise there’s no point in going any further.” I told him. “Look I know what I did, okay. I may not remember, but I know.” I look at both of them “I see Chuck’s face every time I close my eyes. You can ask Y/N about it. She’s had to wake me up because of it.” I look at Thomes before looking back a WEKD. “Listen we don’t have to be friends. And I’m not asking for anybody’s forgiveness. I’m asking we put it behind us cause we want the same thing. And after this we go our separate ways but until then, non of this works unless we trust each other.” I looked at him and he nodded.

“Okay.” Thomes says.

“Take a look.” And I backed up from the telescope so Thomes can look through it. I stand back and watch him look through. “I said I had a way in.” I told him as he looked up and back at me. “I didn’t say you were gonna like it.” Then Newt takes his turn and when he’s done the looks at Thomes with a look. This is going to be interesting.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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STRANGE-MAS DAY 3 | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: It’s the first fall of snow of the season. You, Eddie and the party have a snowball fight

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Who said there’s an age limit for a snowball right?

The first fall of snow was falling in Hawking and Eddie and Dustin had bolted from the couch and challenged each other into a snowball fight, completely forgetting about the movie you were watching. Dustin's winter hat was barely fitting over his curly hair and Eddie's leather jacket and thick flannel combo was not weather appropriate, but it didn't stop them.

‘’Shit shit shit.’’ Your brother ran across the lawn, trying to avoid Eddie’s snowballs as the latter laughed an evil laugh.

‘’I’m gonna get you, Henderson!’’ Eddie yelled, his voice echoing through the quiet of the night.

Dustin found a hiding spot behind the trashcans and rapidly started packing munitions. He was not going to go down without a fight.

‘’You can’t stay hidden all night,’’ Eddie taunted, tossing his snowball in the air and catching it, waiting for Dustin to come out. ‘’Come out, come out!’’

Dustin tossed one of his snowballs over the trashcans, using them as shields, but Eddie dodged the ball before he swung back to throw another one at his friend. Eddie’s throws were much stronger than Dustin’s for obvious reasons, but Dustin was giving his all into the snowball fight.

You watched them from the porch, loving how competitive they were at 7pm on a Sunday. Claudia was at her weekly bookclub meeting and won’t be back until an hour. Had she been there, no snowballs would have been tossed.

Unsurprisingly, Dustin was using strategy while Eddie was just making snowballs one by one. Despite being better at throwing them, your brother’s strategy was going to lead him to his victory. Just to mess with him, you took advantage of your Dustin’s full attention being on Eddie to gather a ball of snow. You grinned playfully, tossing the freshly made snowball Dustin’s direction. It hit his shoulder.

His mouth dropped open while Eddie laughed, his deer-in-the-headlights expression turning into betrayal. ‘’What the hell? We’re family. Family sticks together!’’

You shrugged and joined Eddie on his side, throwing more balls at Dustin.

The teams were unfairly uneven, so you called a time-out and Dustin used his walkie talkie to call for backups. Soon enough, Lucas, Erica, Mike and Max turned up in their winter gears, ready to throw snowballs. In no time, snowballs were flying and laughter was echoing in the usually quiet street.

You teamed up with Max and Erica, leaving the boys with Eddie. The numbers were uneven again, but three against four was better than one against two.

Max and Erica were relentless, packing snowballs at speed lighting and throwing them skillfully at the opposing team. So far, Max had touched Mike three times, Eddie once, Dustin two and Lucas once. Erica was constantly aiming at Lucas until she hit him square in the forehead and sent him down.

She laughed and high-fived you and Max.

‘’We have a man down, I repeat, we have a man down,’’ Dustin said to his teammates.

You were so focussed on Lucas and laughing that you didn’t hear Eddie sneaking and stepping carefully behind you, the snow helping to keep his steps quiet. Your amusement died when he put snow in your jacket, making you scream at the cold and wet snow melting down your back.

His familiar evil laugh filled your ears and you whirled around, running after him.

Knowing your shorter legs would not be enough to run past him, you jumped on his back, but slipped on wet grass and brought Eddie to the ground with you. The impact would have hurt a lot more if Eddie hadn’t been in front of you, taking the brunt of the fall.

He groaned from under you and you moved so he could turn on his back. There was snow in his hair and his cheeks were a tint of red from the biting cold. ‘’Cheater,’’ Eddie accused, looking up at you.

‘’Says the one who put snow in my jacket,’’ you fired back, still shivering from the melted snow.

Eddie laughed, his brown eyes sparkling as snow fell on his face and lashes. He was so beautiful in the snow. You leaned down, face inches from Eddie’s, but before you got to kiss him, you felt a snowball hit the back of your shoulder.

‘’Stop distracting our best thrower!’’ you heard Dustin call, ‘’the game is not over.’’

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sinofwriting · 2 years

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The System Has It's Ways - Juice Ortiz

Words: 1,087 Summary: Juice left someone behind in Queens, his mom.

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Juice turned away from where the rest of his brothers were standing, voice lower as he tries not to be overheard. “No, momma, I’m doing okay. I’m getting my hours and three meals a day, promise.” “Juan Carlos,” she starts, seeing through him perfectly and he cuts her off. “Look, I’ll call you later, alright? I love you.” She sighs, “love you too.” The words are begrudging, but they make him smile. It was still surreal even after a decade to have someone who cared if he was sleeping and eating enough.

“Girlfriend we don’t know about Juicy?” Tig asks, when he turns back around, eyebrows wiggling and a twisted smile on his face. “Or some poor girl who has to answer when you call her mommy.” His grossed out face at his first sentence, changes to shock. “I don’t have a mommy kink.” For once he’s thankful that his words don’t come out in a splutter. “So you’re just calling some random girl mom?” It’s Jax that speaks, which makes him want to pout, because Tig he got. Tig loved to tease him and give him shit. He was pretty sure it got the guy going sometimes. “No.” The word is firm, probably the most firm he’s ever said anything.

He lets out a sigh, avoiding the eyes of Chibs, who seems to be laser focused on him. “After my mom died, I was in the system. I bounced around for a couple of years, before I got put in this weird home.” He smiles. “It was the home of this girl who was just a little over ten years older than me. She was the youngest foster parent I had ever seen and I pushed her to what would’ve been the breaking point for any other foster parent, but she kept me. I was fourteen. She even tried adopting me before I became legal, but the state refused. She’s the only mom I’ve ever really had.” “Shit.” Tig says, unsure of what exactly to say, and it’s clear that Jax doesn’t know either, but Chibs somehow does. “I’m glad you had her, Juice. You need someone in your corner.” Juice can’t help but look at the man that’s pretty much become a father to him, with wide eyes, the silent really clear in them and the older man nods.

In the days that follow he expects some teasing to ensue. He put himself pretty firmly in the momma’s boy camp, but nothing happens and it makes him worry. The last thing he wanted was pity from his brothers due to his rather rough upbringing. It’s Chibs that he brings it up too, stopping the man before he climbs onto his bike to go home for the day.

“No one’s given me shit about my mom.” He’s quiet, unsure how exactly to ask the older man if they were pitying him and he’s thankful that he doesn’t have to. Chib realizing what exactly this is about. His hands comes up and rests on the back of Juice’s neck, the weight reassuring. “No one’s pitying you, if that’s what you were thinking. We were worried about you before. So quiet about your past, we’re just glad you’ve got someone in your corner.” Tears are building, but he refuses to let them fall. “Thanks Chibs.”

A few months later, as his twenty-fifth birthday is only a few days away, his mom goes silent.At first he thinks nothing of it. Sometimes she gets so involved with her work that she doesn’t hear her phone, but then an hour passes. And then it’s lunch time in New York and she hasn’t sent her usual text saying good morning.

It has him on edge. Since leaving Queens and finally settling in Charming, his mom was constantly contacting him. Texts good morning and good night, little anecdotes, or things she thinks he might like. A phone call a day, which was probably excessive to some, he knew that a majority if not all the other guys in the club would think it was too much, but he needed those reminders that she was thinking of him and was still proud to be his mom.

When more hours pass and it’s lunch time for him, he forces the new prospect, Half-Sack, to call all the hospitals in Queens, having him ask if she had been admitted. Every single one turns up empty and he doesn’t know what to do. They didn’t have any charters in New York or near. He had no one he could call in New York to check on his mom, and going himself would be a death sentence.

It’s as he is trying to talk himself out of sending someone to New York, maybe Happy? He had enough money to supply the trip and he could think of a hit he could give the other man as a reason to go, when Chibs shows up.

“What’s going on with him?” The heavy accent brings Juice out of his head. “Hasn’t heard from his mom all day. He had Half-Sack call all the hospitals, no one with her name and matching her description.” Jax tells the older man. “Shite.” He curses. “What do you think?” “I don’t know. We got two different things to worry about, is this maybe because of the club or from what sent Juice running from Queens?” “You really think it could be club business?” Juice interrupts before Jax can’t reply. “It can’t be club business. Her name and mine aren’t attached in any way. Records for minors are sealed normally, but I got rid of mine shortly after I left. There’s no trail connecting us.” “And why you left?” “They’ve waited a long time then.”

Juice’s phone ringing distracts him from seeing the look that Chibs and Jax exchange.

“Hello.” “Juice,” A sigh of relief leaves him at the familiar voice. “Momma, I was worried sick. What number are you calling me from?” “I’m sorry, I lost my phone. I’m using a payphone.” “But you’re okay?” “I’m okay, just a little stuck.” “What happened?” “I didn’t realize that Charming didn’t have any places to stay. You still have a guest room, right?” “What?” She chuckles, “You didn’t think I was missing another one of your birthdays did you?” He ignores that, focusing on her previous words. “You here? In Charming?” He doesn’t even wait for her to answer. “Where exactly are you? I’ll come get you.” “I’m right behind you, baby. Right behind you.”

#juice ortiz imagine #soa imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #might write a part two one day with Chibs and her getting together #but as of right now i wanted this posted and out of my docs before the new year #sins fics

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deada55 · 2 years

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The Horizon

crossposting: none

synopsis: DSR Nathan has a bad night thinking about the past few months at a North Miami waterfront.

tws: vomit, maybe body horror, general physical suffering, drug use... let me know if I missed something.

for dethentines 2/8: inspired by a metal love song (Sextape by Deftones... not really metal, but deftones was my metal gateway so 🤷‍♂️.)

Miami was a pile of expensive, sticky shit on a beach, but the green and purple lights of a North Miami club still sparkled on the water. Maybe his legs were stuck under this metal railing, or maybe everything ached because he shook, or he shook because he'd made his legs go numb trying to get his knees over the edge of the deck. But it was the air that spun, and it was his body that didn’t want to play nice anymore. The water and the flat, dark horizon in the distance was steadfast. In his nightmares, all he had to do was look at the horizon, look away from the teeth and the rotting everything that demanded his attention. It worked sometimes. Sometimes.

Getting too drunk and taking a bunch of molly wasn’t something you woke up from in a flash unless you were in an ambulance. So, he was grateful that he was sitting on a deck. Even with his thighs jammed under the railing, there was no way he’d end up falling. Shit, the fire department might have to cut him out. He constantly reminded himself that no, he wasn’t wet, he wasn’t in the water, he’d just pissed himself, and the dripping down the back of his neck was all sweat. He hoped the bar overhung the ocean. Who knows. His puke was probably expensive as fuck. If anyone were standing below him, they ought to be honored or something.

Controversy drove record sales through the roof. They made bricks on bricks of money off their latest album, even after the hologram breaking down canceled most of the tour. Abigail had done a great job.

Thinking about her made him want to cry. Even before all this happened, she made something in him so needy. He’d set it aside long enough to keep from losing everything, so he could forget a eulogy and apologize through the breathlessness of losing another liver, but “forgetting” her left him with an empty pain, like taking a big shit.

Looking back felt as embarrassing as shitting. What felt like trying to embrace and “own” what he felt towards her leading up to that fucking dinner made him shiver every time it refluxed back into his head. In high school, dudes like that became laughingstocks. Back then, he wasn’t such a creep.

If only he could stop himself, he’d probably feel better. Fuck, he felt better, really, he felt better, after spewing what felt like a gallon of Rémy Martin on tailored fucking Levis. At least, that’s what he mumbled out loud. It’s fine. We’re fine.

Toki wasn’t coming back, and neither was Abigail.

Just when his heart started to sink, what came to mind were Abigail’s tits. Her naked body, all of it, every gentle, soft part of her that insisted on its worth. He never saw the whole truth of her, but it never really mattered to him how honest chicks were to him. Abigail had the talent of knowing the truth, of seeing right through him. Her reactions made her trustworthy. Her commitment and her excellence made her reliable. She meant everything she said, all the time.

She told that reporter she’d left for her own reasons, that the job was near completion, that the circumstances stopped being professional… He wasn’t anything more than a “circumstance,” a condition. Why did he still feel like he had to prove himself to her?

The last album was all because of her, from her stupid vacation to her work with them on the submarine. The album had to come out: that’s what they’re written for. It was great. It was right. It was meant to be heard, to be listened to. But, he’d give it all up to make it one last time. Even if he had to live through all his mistakes again, he’d take the last few months over and over and over.

The sound of the waves colliding with tipsy crowd chatter stirred up something like shame. It was insane to think that they were still alive somewhere, that they hadn’t just fallen into the hot, dry earth with Magnus and been lost in falling rocks. How dare he remember them this way, with his arms covered with a lacy mourning shroud of stomach acid and delicate, mushy flakes of cognac-drowned potato chips. Would it have felt better if they’d been enveloped in the ocean, the two of them gripping a plank and slowly dying of dehydration? At least then they could live on in the plankton or the scavenging spider crabs, and maybe he’d get to admire how they were still part of the living world that kept coming back again and again in all their songs about destruction and death. Dying trapped in the ground, impinged and crushed by falling stone, wasn’t brutal but cruel. The sea didn’t have any new wisdom or grace to give him.

Nathan knew he ought to try and pull himself out of the fence and go back inside, but only after hearing the rush of one last wave, one last time…

#dethentines 2023 #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #tw vomit #WOOOOOOOOOOO here we go!#my writing

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#JohnsRessurection #DSM #SPN #RP

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Posting Order ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Dean Winchester - @DeanWinchester_ Sam Winchester - @YoungerBroSW John Winchester - @John_Winchestr Bela Talbot - @RenegadeThief Castiel - @DeansGuardian_

Colt: -He’d scarfed down a pizza while watching the night time medical romance while thinking the little nurse on the screen was hot. Gathering up the box he walked out of his room and headed for the kitchen. Sam was up with volumes of books stacked up on the table. Colt opened a beer and joined him at the table.- Dude it’s way past your bed time what are you working on now? -Guzzling the beer he sat back and burped.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [I sat on the chair and glanced through the pages. I'm trying very hard to ignore your lame comments. You were right about when you said I should be in bed. These past few months, I've been up late and I've been looking for anything that might bring our Dad back. I wasn't trying to give you false hope, but I think I finally found a way. I turned to you with tired eyes.] You're not going to believe it, but I think I found a way to bring Dad back. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John was stretched out again, hung horizonally by chains with hooks into his body at many different points. The hooks penetrated his muscles, stretching his skin, tendons and muscles, with blood constantly dripping from him from all the wounds the hooks made. A demon held one chain linked to all the other chains, and all she had to do was pull down or up to pull the stretched out chains out or in, producing more pain, mpre screaming. John just wanted it to end. How many days of this were they going to do to him?* ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [I pushed back my seat and got up. I took the book in my hand with the spell and followed you into the kitchen.] Colt, I mean it. Here's the spell I found. [I took you by the arm gently and made you face me. I have given you the book to read.] :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -Castiel stood listening to Michael delegate responsibilities and give promotions. The mission was the same it had always been, save as many of Dad’s creations we could. My mind veered off the orders and thoughts of the Winchester’s came forth. Angels we’re giving their lives for the cause but so we’re the humans. Some much more than others. He wondered what Dean and Sam were up to, he’d rather be with them than here nowadays especially with all the internal fighting. Snapping out of his daydream he gathered the rest of his missions and vanish to Earth to complete them.- ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: Very fucking funny. -His mood looked sour now. Colt missed his father so much. He got up pissed and walked into the kitchen. He normally took Sammy pretty serious but this time, maybe he just couldn’t handle having hope again and it get squashed.- :::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: :::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John has lost track of time along time ago. He'd lost track of everything being in Hell. Body covered in wounds seeping with blood still. And all he had was hope his boys were working on a way to get him out of Hell. ALl he could do was wait for the next session of torture.* ::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -The demons are always up to something it’s a given he was just having a hard time figuring it out this time around. Whatever they were doing though was leaving a trail of corpses. And most of them had been part of The Vatican. The Swiss Guard had been decimated, they were replacing them but over the year some of their ways had lost its original meaning like everything in the world the longer it went.- ::::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt gave Sam a look but started reading.- My Latins rusty but “anima cincinno” what is that roughly translated? Soul lock? I can’t make out the other… -As he kept reading his eyes widened.- Holy shit… we have most of this.. -The excitement riding in his voice as he looked up at Sam.- ::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [Out of habit, I gently held your arm in my hand. Waiting to hear your take on everything. ] The one thing we need to get is the Horcrux and I know only one person who could have it. I know she might not be your favourite person, but this is Dad we are talking about. [I had to :::::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John stood in the motelroom facsmile while he was still in Hell, reliving one of his worst days. When his dear friend and pastor, Caleb had had last words he never realized they were the last words they'd ever share. Much later after not speaking to each other, Caleb, was horrifcally killed by a demon while John heard every second of it, over his cellphone. He'd never forget it. And now the demons used it to torment him, in their effort to twist him into a demon himself.*

::::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -Arriving in Rome, Castiel remained invisible as he stood on one of the roof tops over looking the vivacious city. The air was fresh, a rain had just came through and it made everything seem more alive. A rainbow arched in the sky he smiled. Most humans didn’t know what it meant anymore… It was a promise to them to never repeat an incident like the Great Flood when he wiped out most of humanity because they’d gone so far astray.- ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -He frowned knowing where this was going.- Sam, she'll fuck us over just as sure as I'm a Winchester. -Sighs, runs a hand through his hair.- Alright then, you know where she is? ::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: I’m not saying to trust her Colt, but we can use her to our advantage. [I shook my head.] We need to find out that information. She’s been keeping it low since she’s been back. Can you do your magic? [I gently rubbed your arm and let go.] :::::::::::::::::::::: John: *The room had the stench of blood because the demons never bothered to mop up the blood that ell to the floor from all the captive people. John was on the rack again where they would torture him until he gave in, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. His boys were going to rescue him. That's what kept him going without going insane, without becoming twisted into a demon, which is what hell's job was, for the most part. His cries reverbed off the walls as they sliced into him, torturing him. All he could was endure it.* :::::::::::::::::::: Sam: I’m not saying to trust her Colt, but we can use her to our advantage. [I shook my head.] We need to find out that information. She’s been keeping it low since she’s been back. Can you do your magic? [I gently rubbed your arm and let go.] ::::::::::::::: Cas: -He waited and watched, trying to make sure what was left of the guard remained protected. There were artifacts in the Vatican alone that could cause a lot of trouble out in the world if the demons got their hands on them.- ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: My magic? -Brow rose and shook his head.- I've got a bracelet of her's that got left behind one night... -He wasn't even gonna go into the details. Leaving he brought it back and handed it over to Sam.- Do a location spell on her and make it quick. Dad's suffering down there.

#dsm spn rp

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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“Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop you.” they’re like horny teenager sneaking around this is so cute and so funny at the same time LMAO. but awww :(( Anthony didn’t get to do Aftercare which is very very important and which is prolly why she feels a bit iffy afterwards.

“Last night was perfect, and so had been the morning—up until that point.” sigh......i mean, what did i say last time. it’s never going to be easy, especially when you hear it constantly. and she really needs to open up to Anthony about it too!

the museum! <3 it still baffles me that Cece actually owns a museum all bc of one (1) painting she liked but Elias just said, nope you’re having ALL OF THEM ALSKASK. we love a whipped golden retriever <3 “Of course,” you lied through your teeth. ugggggh she needs to stop bottling this upppp. she’s not helping herself by shouldering this alone tbh. “Vices and Virtues theme” ....inch-resting.... and the men going as vices and the ladies as virtues...sounds about right lmao in that era, at least. “What is Anthony going to be by the way? Lust?” Cece always making all the sense LMAO BC THAT’S SO FITTING. but what would he wear tho?? a white button up with all the buttons undone? LMAO Cherie would DIE. i mean tbh, Anthony could literally wear anything and he’d STILL be the personification of Lust lmao. “But then we realized Elias is going to be there, so…” pfft, i say go for it. make Elias squirm LMAO. “He will be Pride.” lmao yeah, that’s fitting as well alksalkslaks

“Wrath.” course she is!!! AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR HER BAD BITCH ENTRANCE!! as t.swift once said, she don’t dress for women! she don’t dress for men! SHE’S DRESSING FOR REVENGE! she’s on her Vigilante Shit™ and i am HERE FOR IT.

“You will tell me what’s wrong.” THANK U CECE. i love her so much. like i loveeeee how nothing ever gets past her and ugh their friendship <3

“Because it’s starting to feel less like we’re pretending each day.” gosh SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO HIM. like i’m sure it’s nothing, and she’s just getting into her head a lil. but i guess their moments are being cut short so she also can’t find the time really. and when they’re together their mouths are busy with.....other things. BUT STILL. TALK TO HIM.

“No, that’s not normal.” aslkalksalks why’d i find this so funny. obvs since Cherie is so energetic it is kinda weird that she’s tired but like, everyone can simply be tired Anthony LMAO. even the most energetic of people. it’s why we sleep LKASLASALK but hey, maybe that’s just his Husband-tuition, he just knows something is wrong without knowing what it is yet.

“I have a gift for you.” GASP IS IT THE??? omg OMG OMG I REALLY HOPE NOT BUT MY BRAIN JUST. WHAT IF SHE’S GOING TO TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY??? THAT ANTHONY BOUGHT HER A HOUSE??? AND IT’LL MAKE HER THINK THAT HE’S TRYING TO GET RID OF HER??? i really hope not and that’s just my overthinking but AAH.

“You got me a ledger!” LMAAAAAAAAO this reminded me of that video of that kid who got a potato for christmas and he was just like “it’s a potatoooo, thaaaanksss” in the cutest and happiest way bc he didn’t mind he got just a potato alskalkslaks

Happy tears rushed into your eyes THANK FUCK. okay i can breathe now lmao. panicked for absolutely nothing alskalkslaksal. but no this is SOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEE. love a man who buys you a house in the street, hell, the country you grew up in no less. don’t settle for less alkslakslaks i’m kidding but aaah this is so sweet <33

“Tell me. What made you think that?” ugh he’s too good for this world stooop. “Darling, nothing could make me love you less.” AWWWW <33 see what happens if you just TALK about your feelings??? aksalkslas

“Like a second honeymoon?” yep he should deffo dress up at Lust™ like he just has it in his blood if i’m honest. Anthony is like 50% man, 50% lust LMAO. “Would they hear us do you think?” on second thought let them BOTH be Lust. matching like the Obsessed Harlots™ that they are <3

gosh i love the concepts of the ball, how the design of the outside is very different from the inside. omg....half an hour fireworks????? so we’re going all in on this huh jfc. “Fire breathing?” MY THOUGHTS EXACLY LUCIE LMAO “It’s safe!” // “It’s fire!” LMAAAAO Lucie is so me right now. “If a lady or lord that I don’t like catches fire, I’m not going to help you extinguish it.” SHE IS ME I AM HER. she’s such a mood i love her.

“I got it.” i can’t insert a gif but *insert “ladies and gentlemen, we got him” meme here* lol “He signed it.” LIKE THE FOOL THE HE IS BWAHAHAHA. “Who could’ve known all that drinking with Eli would actually pay off?” yeah no shit LMAO. good thing neither of them had alcohol poisoning bc i’m pretty sure it was getting there alskalslaks

“Well, the ball is only days away.” oh.....my......genius, absolute GENIUS. I TOLD YOU SHE’S ON HER VIGILANTE SHIT™️ !!! that’s her whole vibe next chapter i swear. we LOVE a public execution but not gorey or anything like that but more a, rich, fancy and classy way. i mean, it’s a ball, nothing fancier than that.

“I think we all deserve to see him dragged out like the traitor he is.” YES YOU DO. AND WE ALL NEED TO SEE IT. AAAH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THIS MAN GETTING DRAGGED TO THE MUD. JAIL TIME FOR U BROTHA. Anthony chuckled. “If that’s what you want.” WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE MAN WHO ENABLES OUR NEED FOR A DRAMATIC REVENGE lksalksalks

but gosh. that ball would be the talk of the ton for YEARS i tell you. and that’s how you show them who’s the Boss Bitch™️ and the Badass Queen™️ i loveeeee. we’re closing this series with a bang i see and i cannot wait for it!!

– TM Anon™️

TM ANON MY DARLING, I AM SO FANGIRLING OVER YOU RN OMG-

YOU’RE AMAZING, AND YOU’VE MADE ME SO HAPPY WITH THIS! ❤🥰🥰

Yessss, I think that’s exactly why she feels weird! Like, aftercare always happens with them, and that was the first time it didn’t 💔

They need to talk about it! ❤

Elias is such a golden retriever 😍 What do we think he will go as btw? Because I doubt he will go as a vice, he’s too cute for that 😁❤

a white button up with all the buttons undone? Oh Cherie would totally die if she saw him in that😈 Elias on the other hand would be grumbling for the whole night 😂

He will still be lusty in Pride costume I’d say 😏

She will have such a great entrance! And considering literally no young lady ever really wore red in that era, since it was the era of soft colors like white and pale pink and blue and stuff….It will make such a great impression on the ton 😈

Cece can see right through her 😂

“THEIR MOUTHS ARE BUSY WITH OTHER THINGS” I AM SCREAMING 😂

Husband-tuition I’m so making this a part of my vocabulary now, because it’s genius 😂

Omg I actually considered that idea! We think the same! ❤ At first I wanted to make her panic a little for thinking Anthony bought that house to send her away 😱❤

Lolll she was so happy with the ledger! 😂 I feel like all the characters think that Cherie loves grand gestures and expensive gifts and everything, but she actually just likes gifts from the people she loves 😂 Anthony could just buy her a simple ledger and it would be so precious to her 😍

They are learning slowly but surely how to communicate lolll😂 Like, if it were a couple of months ago, Cherie would refuse to talk about it but now she’s starting to see how important communication is, and they’re like…improving as a couple! ❤

yep he should deffo dress up at Lust™ like he just has it in his blood if i’m honest. Anthony is like 50% man, 50% lust LMAO. LUST FITS HIM PERFECTLY😂 And yesssss, Cherie is almost as bad as him at this point, neither of them can get enough of each other 😈

That ball will be the biggest ball of the season 😏 Cherie knows how to throw one, and the ton has been waiting for it ever since she and Anthony got married ❤

Lucie is so convinced that Cherie will either burn down the house or make someone catch on fire 😂

HE GOT THE PAPER! 😏

I’m still surprised they didn’t get alcohol poisoning in Stormview OR when Anthony asked him to be his best man 😂

YESSSSS IT’S GONNA HAPPEN AT THE BALL! 😈 And considering the whole ton will be there… He’s going to pay for what he put Cassie through 😏

Anthony is totally going with whatever she wants 😂 He is so in loveeee🥰

We definitely are closing the series with a bang, and you’re right, that ball will be the talk of the ton for years for sure 😈😈 Cassie would be proud lol😂

Darliiiing I hope you’ll like the final chapter as well! ❤ You’ve made my day so so much better with this, I hope you know how amazing you are! ❤❤❤ ILYSM, thank you! 🥰❤❤

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#pls ignore this i’m ranting here cause i cba to write this down properly lmao #how the fuck do you help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves #she’s my friend and i love her but also i have no idea what i’m doing. my mam is the therapist not me #and as much as i want to be there she’ll come out with this stuff and i feel paralysed #because i have no idea what to do for the better #and i’m having to hide the kitchen knives because i know what happened last time #and i know that what she’s having an episode it��s not her fault and she needs people around but also half of the flat hate her #for shit she’s said about them in the past and we’re constantly going through the same spiral over and over again #meanwhile she’s telling me about how she’s actively ignoring her therapist and i just don’t know what i could possibly say or do that she’d #listen to #and the only other person who was helping her deal with this stuff is quite possibly done trying after having to call her an ambulance #tonight because she got so drunk of vodka and i just keep getting this overwhelming fear that she’s reliant #that i’m responsible for her almost? and that sounds awful ik it does #but i know the theory with this stuff- i’ve grown up around it and volunteer for a mh charity and stuff #but i have no idea how to help in actuality which makes her reliance so fucking terrifying man #i was about to move out of the flat and go home because this place is making me feel isolated and i didn’t wanna end up in the place i was #in first term but now i just can’t and i don’t know what i’m fucking doing or what to say for the best. people always say ‘just be there’#but how tf do you do that. that sounds so simple but it’s not ‘just be there’ means fucking nothing #because how tf do you help someone set on this mindset when they already have the resources but can’t bring themselves to use them #and who keeps posting every part of it on a public snapchat and instagram story #personal #ignore #actually wrote something #back to the tumblr void #i do have a diary but writing takes effort

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We’re In Love, Actually - James Maguire x reader

You were pretty fed up with your friends, especially Michelle. They treated James like shite, bullied him and constantly excluded him from pretty much everything. This was how you began hanging out in secret, just the two of you.

“If Michelle finds out about us, she’ll kill me,” you muttered, washing dishes from yours and James’ latest dinner date.

“Kill you? At least she likes you. She’s disgusted by my existence,” James protested, bringing more dishes to the sink.

“I hope she never finds out.”

“She’ll definitely know when you ask her to be a bridesmaid at our wedding.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Of course I do!”

“James, you silly fool, I love you,” you giggled as James’ hand grasped your cheek, gently pulling your mouth to his for a passionate kiss.

Your parents were out of town this weekend, so you invited James to stay the night. The only way he could explain it to Michelle and her mom was that he was “staying over at a guy friend’s house,” and though Michelle was pretty sure her cousin was gay, she had never once seen him talk to anyone other than her friends.

Just after you had popped the VHS of Excalibur in the telly and settled onto the couch next to James, you heard a knock at your front door.

“That’s odd, I’m not expecting anyone.”

You looked through the peephole and immediately you saw Michelle angrily standing at the door.

“Look (y/n), I know yer in there! I’ve got a bottle of gin with yer name on it,” she yelled.

“Shit, shit, I’ve gotta get out of here!” James yelped, jumping off the couch and looking for another exit.

“We’re on the fourth floor of an apartment building, there’s literally no way out! Just hide in my closet,” you whispered, flattening your hair and waiting for James to hide before swinging the door open.

“What’s up, ‘chelle?” you asked nonchalantly.

“What are you doin’ tonight? I thought we could go ‘round town, get into the usual shit. The girls are downstairs, but if you just want it to be us , I can—“

“I’m not feeling great tonight, could we maybe do it another night?”

“Are your parents here? I know you said they’d be out of town for the weekend. I don’t want to leave you alone if you’re ill…” Michelle said, walking past you and through the living room.

“Michelle, I’m not really in the mood,” you groaned.

“James told me he was staying at a guy friend’s house. Quite strange, considering he doesn’t have any,” Michelle continued, walking down the narrow hallway to your room.

“What do you want from me, ‘chelle?”

“I want you to tell me that you’re fucking my cousin,”she said, gritting her teeth. When she got to your room, she marched right over to your closet and threw the door open.

“Uh, hey Michelle?” James grimaced. Michelle grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, dragged him out and punched him in the face.

“Jesus ‘chelle!” You yelled, getting between them and pushing them apart.

“I told you she’d kill me!” your boyfriend yelled, wiping the blood from his mouth.

“Yeah, well, that’s for riding my best friend!” she lunged at him again, causing you to hold her back with your arm.

“I’m in love with her, okay! You can beat me to a pulp or throw me out of your house or do whatever you want to me but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with (y/n)!” James yelled hysterically, causing you to smile.

“Christ, we heard the commotion,” Erin said, stepping into your room followed by Claire and Orla.

“What did we miss?” Claire asked, handing a tissue to James.

“We’re getting married, and you’re all going to be my bridesmaids,” you laughed, pulling James in for a kiss. Your friends made various barf noises showing their discomfort.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Erin hand Orla an Irish pound. Of course they had bet on you two.

“If you make me your maid of honor, I’ll murder you first,” Michelle threatened.

Michelle’s threats didn’t faze you; you were just happy to not have to hide your love from your friends anymore.

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malleux · 4 years

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spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

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Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

꧁꧂

Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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One Misunderstanding

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You struggle to fix Bucky's first impression of you. Bucky struggles with his own feelings.

Warnings: angst, Hydra things- like brainwashing and torture, a few curse words, panic attacks, anxiety

Word count: 5609

a/n: this idea came to me very suddenly, but I'm in love with it. Hopefully whatever I just wrote does it justice.

Masterlist

"Everyone, meet Y/N. She's the newest member of our little group, bringing in a whole new level of hacking and tech skills. Y/N, meet the team." Tony introduced you to everyone, eager to share your skills.

You turned to the group, getting ready to introduce yourself further, but instead tripped. You shrieked as you fell down the small set of stairs you were at the top of.

Sam, being the closest, caught you. "Good thing you've got tech skills." He chuckled as you righted yourself, firmly planting your feet on the ground.

"Haha, yeah. I'm not a big fan of violence." You winced as you said it, wishing you could take it back. You didn't want to get into the reasons as to why you don't like violence.

To your surprise, nobody asked why. You would have guessed they would have questions, but maybe they weren't interested in your past. They all had their own issues to deal with afterall.

"Eh, we don't need anymore people for fighting anyway. Welcome to the team." Steve greeted you warmly, as you would have expected from America's golden boy.

You gratefully shook his hand, glad to not have to talk about anything yet. Unfortunately, you tripped again when you tried to move back, falling into the one and only Bucky Barnes.

His hands steadied you, dryly laughing at your clumsiness. "You really are clumsy."

You did you best to not show how embarrassed you were. You couldn't deny the claim. Unless you were fighting, something you vowed to yourself to never do again, you were clumsy.

Being abducted and tortured by Hydra may have made you a competent fighter, but your aptitude for tripping over nothing never left.

"Right, sorry!" You greeted everyone else quickly, eager to get situated in your room. "I'm just going to unpack everything." You waved as you backed out of the room, bumping into the wall as you left.

You had just finished putting away your stuff when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You figured someone would have questions for you.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha was the one to step into your room. Of everyone there, you expected her to have learned about your past. It comes with the territory of being a spy.

"Hi, I was hoping to talk to you." Her tone was friendly, but clearly she was skeptical of you. Again, you weren't surprised.

"I thought you might. I'm assuming you read my file? Honestly, I thought everyone would." You laughed gently, shaking your head at yourself.

"I did. Your file is pretty bare bones though. I did some extra digging... Not everyone else is as nosy as me." She grinned, already pleased with your openness. "So, why'd you pretend to be clumsy?"

"Oh, it wasn't pretend. I've always been clumsy. When everything happened, and I learned how to fight, I thought my newfound agility would help. Turns out, it didn't. The only times I'm even the slightest bit coordinated are when I'm fighting or training, but I wasn't lying about that either. When I escaped, I promised myself I wouldn't hurt anyone else."

"Why join the Avengers at all then?" She looked curious, still unsure if she could trust you.

"I wanted to help people. I just didn't want to use the skills they gave me to do it. So, I learned how to code, figured I could help behind the scenes."

She smiled, letting down her guard. Clearly it would take some time, but you could easily see the two of you being close friends.

"So, nobody knows about what you went through?" She couldn't help but be curious about your past.

"Nope. I don't talk about it much, but it's not a secret. I'll answer anything you want to know." You smiled, eager to try and make a real friend here.

You spent the next few hours answering every question Natasha could think of. You told her about being abducted and experimented on.

That lead to even more questions, basically boiling down to the fact that you're not a super soldier, but you do have enhanced senses- and seemingly enhanced clumsiness for when you're not using them.

You told her about learning how to fight, and the punishments you would endure if you got it wrong. The two of you bonded over the shared experience.

Finally, you told her about how you escaped. When the Winter Soldier escaped, every Hydra effort possible was made to find him. That included you. Resources were spread thin, trying to cover more areas. It was the perfect opportunity for you to get out.

"Really, I owe my freedom to him. Even if he doesn't know anything about me." You felt the tears in your eyes, too many emotions swirling through you to keep it all in anymore. "Since then, I've learned everything I could about technology and coding, which pretty much brings you up to date."

Before she could ask anymore questions, there was another knock on your door. Quickly wiping the tears from your eyes, you called another "come in!"

Steve poked his head in the door, cautiously looking between you and Nat.

"I've been sent to stop the interrogation." He grinned, stepping farther into the room.

Nat rose from her spot on the bed, kissing him on the cheek while rolling her eyes. "It wasn't an interrogation. We were bonding."

"Yeah, over what?" He chuckled, trying to figure out what the two of you had in common.

Maybe it was the look in your eyes, or maybe Nat just likes knowing more than everyone, but she smiled conspiratorially at you before responding. "Girl stuff, babe. Just girl stuff."

You smiled as the couple left the room, grateful for not having to explain everything again.

Over the next few weeks, the team constantly teased you for your clumsiness. Well, not the whole team. Nat knew the truth, so she never said anything. Peter never teased you either, although that is likely due to the teasing he endures as well.

Weirdly enough, you bonded with the kid over it, eventually telling him about your past as well.

Normally you could shake it off. They clearly didn't mean anything by it. Except Bucky.

Whenever he said anything, he stared you down. His eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. You're not sure exactly why, but he didn't seem to like you much.

Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have an embarrassing crush on the man.

Really your infatuation started when you first escaped Hydra. His own escape lead to your freedom, so you admired him. When you found out he was working with the Avengers to help people, you admired him even more.

Watching him on missions is really what caused the infatuation to blossom into a full blown crush.

You, however, would adamantly deny that if anyone ever asked. Which is what just happened.

"What?!" You nearly tripped, again, with how quickly you turned to look at Wanda and Nat.

"You heard me." Nat stared at you, a neutral expression on her face. "When are you going to do something about your crush on Barnes."

"I, I don't- I don't have a crush on Bucky." You stuttered, a lackluster job at denying the truth.

"Please, Y/N. It's so obvious!" Wanda joined in.

The three of you hung out a lot around the compound. It was nice to have a support system to lean on when things got hard.

"Well, even if I did, which I'm not saying I do! He doesn't like me. I don't know what I did, but his eyes feel like daggers whenever we're in the same room." You started out strong, but quickly morphed into a sad resignation. It genuinely upset you that Bucky didn't like you.

"I think I might know what that's about..." Wanda bit her lip, immediately feeling guilty at having said anything.

"What!?" You eagerly turned to her, needing answers. You shuffled your way across the room, never fully rising from your seat on the ground.

"I don't know if I should tell you! I'm not even supposed to know, but sometimes his thoughts are really loud!" Her guilt multiplied.

"You have to tell me now! Then I can fix it!" You were practically begging at her feet from your position on the floor.

She looked at Nat, who just shrugged in return. "Not my place, although I would love to hear it."

"Ugh, fine. But you can't tell anyone I told you!" Wanda glared at the two of you, unable to say no to your pouting face. "The first day we all met you, do you remember what you said?"

Your face scrunched as you tried to remember. "I'm not a big fan of violence?"

She nodded, looking at you as if she just told you everything.

"So?" You asked incredulously, unable to follow her train of thought.

She rolled her eyes, having to spell it out for you. "He kind of took that personally..."

Immediately, you sunk completely to the floor. "Oh, god. Fuck! That's not what I meant at all! I just meant I don't personally like using violence! Shit, shit, shit." You continued to mutter to yourself as Nat and Wanda shared a look.

"Why don't you like using violence?" Wanda asked, intrigued by your reaction.

You thought back to your conversation with Nat the first day you got here. You told her it wasn't a secret, it just wasn't something you brought up.

"Can you just look in my head? I don't really wanna explain it, but I want you to know." You asked, glad to share you past with another friend.

Wanda nodded, seemingly doing nothing until realization dawned on her.

"Oh shit." She whispered, not even realizing she said it out loud.

"Yeah." You huffed out a dry laugh.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry." You smiled at her, having worked through most of the trauma already. "You totally have a crush on Barnes though."

That earned a real laugh. "Hey, that's not what you were in there for!"

"It's not my fault! You were thinking it really loudly!"

The three of you laughed together until you sunk back into a pit of despair.

"What do I do? How do I fix this?" You whined, laying back on the ground like a child.

"I think you just need to talk to him. Explain what you meant." Wanda shrugged, unsure of any other advice to offer you.

"She's right. Just talk to him." Nat nodded along as you whined on the floor.

After a few days, you finally worked up enough courage to try and talk to Bucky. He had just finished training, so you knew exactly where he'd be: in the kitchen.

Walking in, you were glad to see him pulling ingredients from the fridge.

"Hey Bucky, can I, um, talk to you for a minute?" You stuttered through the words, nervous about what he would say.

He barely looked at you, nodding his head for you to continue.

"I just, I wanted to apologize." You trailed off when his head snapped up.

"For what?" Well shit. How are you supposed to explain this one without ratting out Wanda.

"Oh, well, um... I just thought maybe I said- I did something that upset you. Uh, you just don't seem to like me very much, which is totally cool, you don't have to like me if you don't want to. I just didn't want it to be my fault... Fuck." That went horribly. Taking a deep breath, you started over. "I didn't mean it."

Bucky is looking at you like you have three heads. "Didn't mean what?"

"That I don't like violence."

"So you do... like violence." He'd somehow grown more confused.

"Well, no." You paused, unsure of how to explain yourself.

"Then you did mean it." His soul piercing stare is back.

"I-"

"It's fine, save it. Some people get to choose not to be violent." And with that, he left the kitchen, abandoning his post workout smoothie.

You stared at the doorway, in shock over how poorly that went. You stood there , unaware of the 25 minutes that had passed, trying to figure out how it could've gone better when Steve found you.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You didn't hear him, too lost in the memories. Memories of Hydra, forcing you to do things you never wanted to. This happened from time to time if something triggered you into remembering, otherwise you had a handle on your emotions.

"Y/N?" Steve said your name again, concern evident in his voice. He gently laid a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

Everything happened so fast after that. The feeling of someone's hand on your shoulder caused you to panic. With all the memories of Hydra in your head, your training kicked in instinctually.

You grabbed Steve's arm, pulling him closer to you for better leverage. Before he could question your moves, you flipped him, pinning him to the ground.

The second you made eye contact, you realized what just happened. Horror and regret flashed in your eyes.

In an effort to get off him, you threw yourself backward, knocking into a cart full of pots and pans. The clanging of metal hitting the ground echoed through the small room.

Steve sat up slowly, trying to register the turn of events. You sat in a ball on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes, mumbling apologies over and over again.

Sam, having heard the commotion from the pots and pans, ran into the kitchen ready to fight.

"What- What happened?" He asked in confusion, lowering his arms from their defensive position.

"I don't know." Steve looked at you, still trying to figure it out.

"Y/N?" Sam's voice was gentle, but it still startled you.

You jumped from the ground, rushing to help Steve get up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I never wanted to hurt anyone again." Your breathing was picking up, short bursts of air leaving your lungs. Your hands were shaking as you pulled him from the ground.

Your panic increased as you took in their concerned expressions.

"Hey, look at me." Steve's Captain voice, came out, urging you to make eye contact. You followed orders, breathing rapidly, your whole body shaking.

"I'm going to touch you now, is that okay?" His words were gentle, but commanding, causing you to nod in response.

He pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You wanted to explain, to tell them what happened, but all that came out was a pitiful "Bucky".

"Do you want me to get Bucky?" Sam asked, trying to understand you.

The idea of Bucky coming back caused your panic to increase. You shook your head rapidly, "No! No no no no no." You kept repeating the word, shaking in Steve's arms.

"Okay! Okay, no Bucky." Sam reassured you, voice calm and soothing.

You’re not sure how long you stood like that. Sam moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the pots and pans you had knocked over.

When your breathing steadied, Steve asked, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You nodded, leading the two men to the couch in the adjacent common area. You sat for a minute, unsure of where to start.

"Why don't you just lead us through it all?" Steve suggested, still rubbing your back.

You nodded, grateful for the starting point. "I went to the kitchen to apologize to Bucky."

"What for?" Sam interrupted, already confused.

"Sam! Just let her talk." Steve muttered, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry!" He glared back at Steve before turning to you, "Sorry, please continue."

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter.

"Right, I wanted to apologize for what I said the first day I met you all. I realized how it sounded, so I wanted to try and fix it." You paused, waiting for the recognition to hit them.

It didn't take long. The two men nodded, silently urging you to continue.

"Honestly, Wanda told me that was why he always seems mad at me. You have to know, I never meant for it to come across that way! It's more of a personal, 'I don't want to be violent' than shunning others for doing what's necessary." You took a deep breath, not eager to relive the conversation.

"Anyway, I told him I didn't mean it. I just couldn't explain it right, and he got upset, which makes sense!" You turned to look between them, not wanting them to think you were insulting Bucky in any way. "I don't hold what he did against him. It wasn't his choice, and I completely understand that. I just couldn't put that into words when I was talking to him, and I made everything worse."

Tears popped into your eyes again, upset at what he must be going through. You weren't with Hydra for but a tenth of the time he was, and you didn't endure the same level of brainwashing.

"He said something about some people not being able to choose not to be violent, and then he left. I don't know how long I was standing in the kitchen replaying the conversation, but it brought up bad memories for me." You sighed again, working up the nerve to tell them everything.

"Wanda and Nat already know, but I guess it's your guys's turn. This was so much easier to just have Wanda read my mind." You laughed at your own joke, the two men sharing a concerned look.

"I was taken... by Hydra. They experimented on me, gave me enhanced senses, trained me to fight, and punished me when I did something wrong." Again, tears sprung into your eyes, occasionally falling down your cheeks.

"Why wasn't this in your file?" Steve questioned, more to himself than you.

"I haven't got a clue. I guess nobody knew about me? But, I escaped. They didn't brainwash me like they did Bucky, because I don't have the serum. Or, at least, I think that's why." You shook your head, refocusing on the important parts.

"When every available Hydra agent was tasked with searching for the Winter Soldier, I took it as on opportunity. Their resources were spread thin. I was able to getaway."

You went onto explain your reasoning for joining the Avengers as a tech specialist, trying to convey the same earnestness you did with Nat.

"You can ask Nat or Wanda too. Nat found out day one, Wanda a few days ago." You wiped your tears, hoping they believed you. "Actually, Peter knows too."

"I was stuck in all those memories when you came into the kitchen. I didn't even register that you were in the room, so when you touched me I freaked out. I never meant to hurt you!"

You looked at Steve fearful that he would be upset.

"Y/N, I believe you." You cried tears of relief at his statement, genuinely exhausted from the day. "It's not your fault, and you didn't hurt me. Just caught me off guard. You're surprisingly agile when you want to be." He tried to lighten the mood, glad to hear you laugh.

"Well, I train in the middle of the night sometimes. I- I want to be able to get out if I'm ever forced back there." Your voice was quiet, admitting a secret you hadn't even told Nat.

"We won't let that happen." The sternness of Sam's voice surprised you.

"Thank you." You wiped your tears a final time, looking between the two men. "Now, what do I do about Bucky?" You refocused your energy on fixing your relationship with the super soldier.

"He never would have said what he said if he had known." Steve started the conversation, defending his friend.

"I know. I don't hold it against him, I just wish I could explain. I get so nervous when he looks at me like that." You rambled, too tired to filter your thoughts.

"Like what?" Sam asked, eager for more information to tease Bucky with.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. Like he can see into my soul." You deadpanned, earning a laugh from both men. "I just want him to like me." You nearly whined, upset by your poor relationship.

"Like you, huh?" Steve grinned. Nat and Wanda chose that exact moment to walk into the room, eagerly joining the conversation.

"Barnes? Did you tell him how you feel?" Wanda squealed with excitement.

You buried your head in your hands, avoiding the knowing looks the four of them were surely sharing. "Not exactly." You gestured to your head, hoping Wanda would figure it out and share with Nat.

"Ooh... It didn't go well, basically Barnes got upset, Y/N flipped Steve and had a panic attack, then told these two everything." Wanda explained to Nat quickly, trying not to make you relive it.

"We need a plan." Nat declared.

"No, I just need to learn how to have a conversation with the man." You rolled your eyes at yourself. "I'll try talking to him again." You went to leave the room, turning around to glare at them. "And none of you can say a word of this to Bucky."

Despite you request, Steve still tried to talk to Bucky.

"What's up with you?" Steve questioned, trying to subtly pry into Bucky's thoughts.

"Nothing. Why?" Bucky answered in a questioning tone, trying to figure out Steve's motives.

"I heard you talked to Y/N is all. How'd it go?" He gave up on the subtle approach pretty quickly, knowing Bucky wouldn't answer a question that wasn't asked.

"How did you even hear that, punk?" Bucky deflected.

"Not the point. Answer the question."

"Not great. I messed it up." Bucky sighed, annoyed at himself for barging out of the room. "She said wanted to apologize, that she didn't mean what she said." He ran his hands through his hair, struggling to explain where it all went wrong.

"Would've been fine if I could follow what she was saying. She was rambling about me not liking her, which you and I both know isn't true. Ugh, i've never been mad at her. I'm mad at myself! At Hydra for making me a monster! How could she ever like me if she doesn't like violence? My entire past is violent." He huffed, having worked himself up again.

"You're not a monster, Buck." Steve started gently.

"I know you think that." Steve gave him a pointed glare. "I know, okay? But what does she think?"

"Maybe you should try talking to her. You might be surprised by what you learn." Steve clapped him on the shoulder, trying to reassure him, before leaving the room.

Everytime you tried to talk to Bucky, something got in the way. The first time, he was called in for an emergency mission before you even got the word hello out.

The second time, Tony walked into the common area, completely oblivious to the tension, and put on a movie.

The third time, Steve and Nat interrupted you. You were just about to apologize again after an awkward greeting when the elevator doors opened. The sounds of the cheerful laughter and stolen kisses didn't really set the mood for confessing your past with Hydra.

The fourth, and final time, was the most embarrassing.

You walked into the room on a mission. You were going to talk to him, no matter who decided to walk in.

"Bucky, I really need to-" and you tripped on a toy Morgan left out, causing you to tumble to the ground. That would have been embarrassing enough, but there's more.

In your effort to get up, you tripped again, hitting your head on the coffee table, causing you to bleed profusely.

"Shit." You cursed yourself, holding your hand up to your bleeding forehead.

"Are you okay?" Bucky rushed to you from the other side of the table, concerned with the amount of blood spewing from your head.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Unfortunately, you chose that moment to jokingly reference your past.

Some of the people who tortured you had a sick sense of humor. Whenever they would hit you hard enough to make you bleed, they said something about only having one head. A play on words because of the greek serpent with multiple heads.

"Head wounds bleed a lot, I'm lucky I only have one." You froze instantly, unsure if he would have had a similar experience. Slowly, you looked up in an effort to make eye contact.

Bucky was also frozen in place. Clearly he understood the reference.

"Wh- where did you hear that?" Bucky struggled with his sentence, trying not to flashback to his time at Hydra.

"Oh my god. I'm so so sorry." You instantly started apologizing, trying to backtrack. "I really need to learn when to stop fucking talking." You said more to yourself than him.

"Where did you hear it?" He asked again, putting more power behind his words.

"Um, well, i've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but um, I also kind of, have, um, well, you see-"

"Just spit it out." There was the slightly miffed Bucky you were used to.

"I was taken. By Hydra. 9 years ago. Um, they forced me to learn how to fight. Tortured me if I did anything wrong. Forced me to do things..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't need to give him many details. He has first hand experience.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"That's why I don't like using violence. I only know how to do that stuff because they made me learn it. I didn't want to use the skills they gave me." You took a deep, grounding breath.

"I don't blame you for anything you were forced to do. It wasn't your choice. You're not a violent person, and your past actions don't define who you are. You're here to help people. That's what you chose. That's who you are."

You made eye contact before you continued. "I've actually wanted to thank you for the longest time."

"For what?" He was incredulous, wildly caught off guard by everything you've said.

"The only reason I had an opportunity to escape was because 2 years ago, you escaped. If Hydra's resources hadn't been spread so thin trying to find you, I probably would've never got out. So thank you. For being strong enough to fight back."

You smiled at him, still unsure of how he was feeling.

"I... I'm so sorry." To say you were stunned was an understatement. What the hell could he have to be sorry about? Sure he was a little rude, but from your point of view he was completely justified in hating you.

"Bucky, you have no reason to be sorry. You didn't know, and I couldn't get out of my head enough to tell you. You just make me nervous." You clapped a hand over your mouth, shocked at having said what you just said.

You could see his face fall ever so slightly, causing you to jump back into your explanation.

"Not because I'm scared of you or anything! Hell, I could probably take you in a fight." You winked, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work, judging by the slight smirk on his face.

"I just, I've looked up to you for so long. Your determination to do good after everything you've been through is really inspiring. It's actually why I wanted to join the Avengers in the first place. I never would have-" You would have kept rambling if he hadn't stopped you.

"Y/N, I am sorry, and I do have reason to be. There's no excuse for what I said to you in the kitchen that day. Even if I didn't know, I threw everything you've been through back in your face. If someone had done that to me, I probably would have had a panic attack." He tried joking, but by the way you froze he could tell he struck a nerve.

"You had a panic attack? I'm so sorry! God, I just left you all alone and-"

It was your turn to cut him off. "Actually, I was kind of frozen in place until Steve touched me and I maybe threw him to the ground... Then I had a panic attack..." You smiled, trying to convey the joke. "So, I wasn't alone. Sam was actually also there. If anything, it made me better friends with both of them because I told them everything. So I have you to thank for that to." You playfully nudged his side.

He ran his hands through his hair, then down his face, clearly trying to deal with his own guilt.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. You didn't know. It happened. We're good now, so we can move on." You smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"How are you so relaxed about all of this? You were tortured for years... I..." He was genuinely curious, trying to find a way to cope with his own pain.

"Well, even before that I always thought therapy could be helpful for me, so I really jumped in full force when I was free. Plus, if you can't joke about something, you haven't really moved on. Some days are harder than others, but I just try to appreciate the people I have now and the good experiences I've been lead to." You kept the tone light, trying not to get too emotional.

He just stared at you for a few minutes, making you questions everything.

"I mean, it's totally different for you though! I was only there for 7 years, you were forced into all that for like 10 times as long. I didn't mean to belittle-"

"I think you inspire me just as much as you say I've inspired you." He cut you off again, a small smile growing on your lips.

"Well, in the spirit of our newfound friendship, can I be totally honest?" You bit your lip, nervous about telling him the truth.

He looked nervous as well, but nodded anyway.

"I kind of, maybe, sort of have a crush on you." You watched his expression carefully, although there was really no need. His face easily gave away his surprise.

"You..." He stuttered, moving his fingers between the two of you. "Me? But, I was so mean!"

"What can I say, I saw through the facade... Well, really Wanda accidentally read your mind and told me why you were so upset around me when her and Nat teamed up to get me to tell you how I feel." You rambled again, realization dawning that you accidentally outed Wanda.

"But you can't tell her I told you that! She didn't mean to! She just said you think really loud sometimes and it's hard not to hear it! She did it to me too actually, I mean I told her she could look in my head so I wouldn't have to explain everything again, I know so lazy, and that's how she confirmed my crush on you." You said it all with wide eyes at a rapid speed, unable to control yourself around Bucky.

You slapped your hands over your mouth, forcing yourself to stop talking. Bucky looked on in amusement, slowly reaching to pull your hands away from your face.

"I won't tell her, if you get dinner with me tonight." He smiled cheekily, relishing in your blush.

"That's a deal I'm willing to make." You reached your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before running to get ready.

***

Bonus:

Sam whined playfully as he looked at the high scores. "Whose username is 'God is a spoon' and how did they get so good at this game?"

He looked around the room, eying any suspicious candidates. Everyone denied it, throwing out accusations left and right.

It was another of Tony's team bonding nights and he chose VR games on the oculus. Obviously, Beat Saber was a top contender amongst the group.

You walked in with Bucky, unaware of the conversation going on, but immediately joining it.

"Peter! I bet it was him!" You playfully nudged the younger Avenger, having formed a close friendship in the early days. "What am I betting on?" Everyone laughed, happy to see you in a good mood after being so stressed for so long.

"Whose username is 'God is a spoon'." Sam chuckled after filling you in. You and Bucky settled on the couch, cuddling next to each other.

"Oh, that's me. Why?" You looked around curiously, trying to figure out what they wanted. "Is it a weird username? It was actually one of the catchphrase things in Just Dance on the switch, I didn't just think of it." You tried to justify yourself, causing more laughter.

"You?! How did you get all the highscores on this game? I thought you were the clumsy one."

You made an exaggerated face to show how offended you were, playfully swatting at Sam.

"I'll have you know, 7 years of Hydra 'training' and experimentation has its perks." You joked with the room. "One of them being I can beat your ass at pretty much any video game."

"Oh, you're so on." Sam smiled, glad he could joke around with you about it.

Meanwhile, Tony looked incredulously around the room, being the only one in the room who hadn't heard about your history, he was rightfully confused.

"I'm sorry, 7 years of WHAT?"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #natasha romanoff #captain america #tony stark #peter parker #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel fic #tw: panic attack #steve rogers x natasha romanoff

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Cheater? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fake cheating, cursing, angst, fluff, crack

Summary: PRANK WARS!! After coming to the conclusion that his own girlfriend pulls better pranks than him and has been one up-ing a lot recently, Katsuki decided to break their unspoken rule and pull a cheating prank

A/N: I recommend reading this fic as a continuation of this fic. It’s about Y/N’s revenge.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I don’t know who the fuck is listening right now, but I, Katsuki fucking Bakugou, am begging whatever heavenly body, god, spiritual being, whatever the fuck it could be, to ensure that my girlfriend does not leave my dumbass for pulling this prank. Thank you, bless.”

Bakugou kept his eyes shut with his palms pressed together in a praying motion for the longest time while he spoke to something to protect his relationship. When he was done, he took a breather and got up from the shared bed. He took out the camera and set it up behind Y/N’s makeup stuff to hide it and began to put his prank into action.

A few hours ago he had Kirishima pretend to be a girl and had his best friend flirt with him through text. This went on for some time to make sure that if you were to scroll through his conversation, you’d find a lot of messages. At the end of the texts, Bakugou had Kirishima find a random pic online of some random girl’s ass and had the red head sent it. Bakugou answered it with a very flirtatious text, which had Kirishima send a very cutesy, appreciated reply in a very girly matter, which ended the conversation. Bakugou changed his friend’s name to some random name, Kiyoko, and finished the job. Yes, the two friends were very uncomfortable doing this whole thing.

With the camera now recording, all Bakugou needed to begin his prank was his prized possession. You.

—

Bakugou and you were cuddling on the king sized bed. You both were just talking about whatever while Katsuki remained on his phone. You didn’t see it yet, but Katsuki was “texting” his friend. In reality, he was just waiting for you to look up at his screen to notice the scandalous texts he and this “Kiyoko” were having.

“Baby?” You asked while looking at your pretty acrylics.

“Yes baby?” Bakugou said while still looking at his phone. He had his arm wrapped around you while you layed on him with your cheek on his chest.

“Ion know...I love you baby,” you said in the cutest voice. Bakugou could only make a face of extreme awe to appreciate his precious girlfriend.

“I love you too Teddy Bear,” he said. You lifted your head to smile at him but you took notice of how he was still staring at his phone.

You pouted before smirking and climbing up to come face to face with him. You got in between him and his phone and grabbed his face with both hands. He smiled at you before you leaned down to peck his lips multiple times. Once you were done you tucked your head under his chin and looked to the side, just enjoying the moment. He kissed the crown of your head before going back to “texting.”

At the sound of him pressing random things on the keyboard, your pout returned. “Baby~ Pay attention to me!!” You whined.

You removed your head out from under his chin and layed your head next to his. You looked at his phone and saw a ‘thank you’ with a kissy face emoji from a “Kiyoko” before Katsuki switched the screen to some random game. “Who’s Kiyoko?”

“Hm?” Katsuki asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Who’s Kiyoko? You were just on a text chat with her, why is she sending you a kissy face?” You asked with a little more attitude. You tried to take the phone out of his hand but he pulled it away.

“She’s just a friend, babe.” Bakugou said.

“Okay, well if she’s just a friend then why can’t I see?” You questioned.

“Because there’s nothing to see.”

“She sent you a kissy face. That’s something I’d like to see.” You said while easily taking his phone out of his hand.

“Babe, no.” He said and took the phone back. “Shes just a friend.” You took the phone back and he tried to grab it again before you held the phone away at a distance to make sure he couldn’t grab it. “Babe. Noo, stooppp.”

“If she’s just a friend then why’re you trying to hide it?” You asked with the phone still far away and him attempting to reach for it.

“Cuz we’re about to go out and-“

“What the fuck?!” You said as you looked to the texts. You froze in your position as you brought the phone closed and scrolled through the texts, stumbling upon the picture. Bakugou tried to take the phone away from you but failed (on purpose.)

“She just wanted an opinion,” he tried explaining.

“An opinion?!” You asked while sitting up and pushing him off of you. “She sent you a booty pic with you complimenting her and shit. And you’re over here calling her babe!”

“It’s not like that-“

“Then what the fuck is it like Katsuki?!” You asked. You went back to the text and reread some of the messages out loud. “‘Bet you enjoyed it when I wrecked you last night, Relax Princess Y/N’s never gonna find out, I love you Kiyoko-‘ Are you fucking serious?!” You said with a cracked voice as you looked at him.

He put on a small smile for the act but on the inside it hurt him to see you like this, but the prank would prevail. “Baby, calm down.”

“I’m not gonna calm down Katsuki, you’re cheating on me!” You continued to go on and on about how pissed you were and Katsuki was struggling to hold back his laughs. He eventually got up to run to the downstairs bathroom so he could let out his chuckles. “Where the fuck are you going?! We’re not done with this conversation!”

Bakugou said nothing as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He bursted out in laughter as he crouched over due to all the excitement. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit as he remembered the way you looked. The sad you would’ve made his heart ached but the angry you just made him laugh and kind of turned him on in a way.

After getting all his giggles out, he calmed down and got back into character. He opened the door to the bathroom only to see you walking down the stairs with your jacket and shoes on, carrying a small bag. “Baby?”

At the sound of his voice you only looked his way with a mean glare as you continued your walk to the front door. Bakugou ran to you as fast as he could as worry spilled through his body. “Baby, stop. Where are you going?”

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m done, we’re done. I’m going.” You said with a cold voice. Bakugou ran in front of you and held onto your arms as he pushed you back further into the house but you fought against his hold.

“Y/N, stop. It was just a prank.” Bakugou whined.

“Like I fucking believe that.” You said while trying to pry his hands off of you. Bakugou whimpered as he grew worried and felt himself getting choked up. He could feel the tears approaching but held them back. He could still save himself.

“Baby please. Come back upstairs, I’ll show you the camera!” He begged but you finally got his hands off of you as you ran to the door. You ran out the door and Bakugou grew frantic as he ran to the room to get the camera. When he came back down and ran out to the front to show you, you had already backed out of the driveway and were driving down the street. “Y/N!”

Bakugou ran back upstairs and into the bedroom to find his phone on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was quick to find your number and call you but you declined it. He called again a few more times and like before, you declined them. He called you so much that eventually, you stopped declining them and just began to straight up ignore them. This led to Bakugou leaving voicemails.

“Baby? Please pick up it was just a prank.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I swear it was a prank! Please come back home!”

“Please come back Y/N! It was just a joke, none of it was real! Please answer me.”

“Baby, please come back. I love you.”

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he opened up the messages with Kirishima and changed his name back before calling him.

“Hello?”

“Kirishima!” Bakugou said and his friend could practically hear the tears. “Prank went wrong! Went so wrong! Y/N fucking left! She didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”

Bakugou began hyperventilating as he tugged at his hair and looked around. He didn’t even focus on what Kirishima was saying as he looked around the once shared bedroom. He went through the closet and saw some of your clothes and shoes missing. Some of your makeup was off the vanity and when Bakugou looked to the nightstand to see the smashed picture frame that held the image of you both on your third year anniversary, he began sobbing.

“Please! Just fucking call her to explain! That’s all!”

“Alright, I’ll do it. Don’t worry, okay?” His friend replied to which Bakugou only hung up. He had every right to worry. His dumbass was about to lose you. Bakugou sat back down on the bed as he cried into his hands some more. He looked at himself in the large mirror hanging on the wall before scrunching his face and screaming.

“FUCK!” He shouted and threw something at the wall. He didn’t know what he grabbed, he just knew it broke. Bakugou flopped onto the large bed and cried some more as he waited for something, anything, to happen. But that night, nothing did.

—

3 days had passed and for 3 days Bakugou had constantly been calling you, your friends, your family, anybody he could do that he could reach you. He had constantly been crying and regretting pulling that stupid, stupid prank. It wasn’t worth losing you.

For the past few days, Kirishima had been checking up on Katsuki. He had been coming over a few times a day by using the hidden house key you both left under a rock on at the house entrance. On the third day, Bakugou told him to stop coming by and that he wanted to be by himself.

—

Bakugou had been hallowing in sadness on the bed until he heard the door open. He sighed again and walked to this bedroom door. On his way there he took notice of his appearance in the mirror and even though he was in the dark, he still saw his red, puffy eyes and tired face. He finally opened the door and walked to the living room so he could ward off his pesky friend.

“Shitty Hair, I told you that I didn’t wa-“ his eyes popped open at the sight he saw in the living room. He froze on the spot but felt immediate relief. “Y/N!”

“...Hi Katsuki,” you said in a soft voice. Bakugou smiled and instantly ran to you to pull you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tight and grew joyous when he felt you softly hug him back.

“I missed you so much! I’m so fucking sorry, it was just a prank I swe-“

“Katsuki! I know, okay? Kirishima told Mina and she told me everything.” You explained and pushed him off slightly so you could face him. He nodded in understanding and you took note of his red eyes and nose. You sighed before speaking. “This is why we don’t pull pranks like this Katsuki!”

He sadly chuckled at you reprimanding him but nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah...I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“You should be! I almost actually left you!” You said with a little pout. Bakugou sadly laughed with relieved tears in his eyes as he held you.

“I know. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.” He promised.

“You better not.” You said, squished against his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before you dragged him to the couch. You and Bakugou spent the rest of the day making up and cuddling. Everything felt so right again and Bakugou definitely learned his lesson.

A/N: not spell checked, sorry! Ummm…THIS KINDA SUCKED😭🤣

Tag list : @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight

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bungeenomin · 3 years

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BRAT

pairing: jaemin + jeno X y/n

genre: smut, brat tamer!jaemin brat tamer!jeno

summary: your roommate jaemin has put up with you being lazy, not pulling your weight and being bratty and unhelpful for long enough. he’s going to teach you a lesson, and not one you can get out of by acting cute like you usually do. who better to help him teach you a lesson than lee jeno, your neighbour that you’re constantly pining over, right in front of jaemin’s face?

warning: dirty talk, oral (m+f receiving), slight degradation, orgasms (m+f), light choking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

A/N: feel free to send me requests, asks and leave me feed back!

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“y/n” jaemin groans, dragging out your name as he enters the kitchen after returning from the gym. “you said you’d do the dishes and clear away the dinner shit while i was gone”

you roll your eyes as you lay on the couch, completely unbothered by your roommates annoyance. “yeah jaemin, i said i’ll do it didn’t i? i’ll do it later”

jaemin huffs in annoyance, walking into the living room, “no y/n, do it now. it’s not fair that i’m always the one having to clean up your shit, i clean up everything after myself, you need to do the same”

“jaemin you cooked dinner, you clean it” you whine.

“exactly! i cooked, so you clean up. you have to pull your weight y/n, come on” jaemin sighs

“jaem you made the mess, you clean it” you huff, walking past jaemin to leave him to the mess, but you’re stopped.

“no” jaemin sharply says, placing his hands on either side of your head when you attempt to escape from the kitchen mess. “you’re not going to keep doing fuck all and leaving it all to me, i’m sick of your shit y/n”

“nana” you pout, getting ready to sweet talk your way out of annoyed jaemin’s wrath, like you always do.

jaemin scoffs, “don’t nana me. not when you’re in trouble. you never listen y/n, and you need to learn how to, need to learn to listen to me”

“nana i know how to listen, i just choose not to when you’re nagging” you giggle, playing with the strings of his hoodie in front of you.

jaemin visibly gets angrier. if steam actually came out of people’s ears when they were mad, the room would be full of steam due to jaemin’s anger. jaemin chuckles coldly, placing his pointer finger on your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes, “i’m glad you find this funny sweetheart, it’ll be even more fun to wipe that smug smirk off your face”

“my precious little nana would never” you coo, “you’re my favourite softie, don’t tell mark though, he’ll get a complex”

jaemin’s eyes grow cold. extremely cold. jaemin releases your chin from his grip, removing his other hand from the wall beside you before turning around and storming out of your shared apartment, slamming the door behind him.

maybe you annoyed him too much this time? jaemin usually gets annoyed and agitated when you don’t listen to him, pleading, begging and bargaining with you to do your part to up keep the apartment. but jaemin never gets angry. not once has he ever stormed out of the apartment. not once has he ever slammed the door. oh well, that’s his problem.

it’s been about twenty minutes since jaemin stormed out, and you couldn’t care less. you’re simply laying on your bed, watching netflix. jaemin is being childish in your opinion. he’s probably over in donghyuck and mark’s apartment blowing their ear’s off about how annoying you were. knowing donghyuck, he’s probably agreeing with jaemin, hyping him up, living for the drama. knowing mark, he’s probably trying to be the moral compass, empathising with jaemin and thinking of a reasonable solution, a happy medium for both of you.

you don’t even hear the front door open again, too engrossed in the show you’re watching. what takes your attention from the show is the semi familiar voice you hear. “y/n?”

you almost fall out of bed with shock when you hear the voice, what’s he doing here? it then hits you that you’re laying down in just a sports bra and shorts, in front of him of all people. “oh, jeno! uh, what are you doing here? how did you even get in?” you question your neighbour, slightly over enthusiastically.

jeno chuckles lightly, coming to take a seat on your bed, right beside where you’re laying. “jaemin asked me to come over”

you scoff at that, “why? so you can babysit me while he’s over in mark and donghyuck’s ranting his ass off about me”

“how do you think i got in?” jeno asks, eyebrow quirked. “jaemin came over to mine, not your other friends. jaem left me in”

“o-oh. i didn’t know you and jaemin were close”

“we’re not that close. we talk every now and then. but today, jaemin had loads of interesting news for me” jeno smirks.

“what?” you giggle “that i’m annoying?”

jeno chuckles, “no. he told me that you think i’m hot”

“no i don’t!”

“he told me you talk about me a lot” jeno moves slightly closer.

“told me he’s caught you staring”, closer again.

“told me you’re a brat” jeno whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“as if” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“as if what?”

“as if any of that is true”

“if you don’t think i’m hot baby, why do you have goosebumps?” jeno questions, his hands gently running up and down your goosebump covered leg. “do i make you nervous baby?”

“no” you boldly reply.

jeno stares at your lips, moving closer towards them. you close your eyes, ready for his lips to reach yours. when they don’t, you open your eyes and pout. “what the fuck jeno”

“brats don’t get nice things” jeno laughs coldly, getting up off the bed.

“jeno don’t be suck a fucking dick” you spit.

jeno pauses in his steps, turning around with a cold expression on his face. eyebrow raised. “i’m sorry doll, do you want to say that again?”

“i- i said you’re a f-fucking dick” you reply, trying to keep your act up, but slightly intimidated by jeno’s cold demeanour.

before jeno can even respond, jaemin walks into the room, arms folded. “what’s your verdict jeno?”

“i think you’re right jaemin, she’s a little brat and her dirty little mouth needs to be shut” jeno replies, staring at you.

jaemin walks towards you, sitting beside you. jaemin’s hand gently grazes over your cheek before bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and dragging it down. “gonna put your dirty mouth to good use” he whispers, kissing the spot under your ear, sucking on it, insuring he leaves a mark. he isn’t going to leave an inch of your skin untouched tonight. jaemin continues kissing and sucking all over your neck, earning shaky breaths and soft whimpers from you.

jaemin removes his mouth from your neck, getting off the bed to pull off his shirt, sweats and boxers, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “get up” jaemin coldly says, standing at the edge of the bed. you don’t move a muscle, staring back at jaemin with a innocent smile on your face. “now” he says through gritted teeth, not taking any more of your shit.

you roll your eyes, but comply, sitting up so your face is level with jaemin’s length. “roll your eyes again, i fucking dare you” jaemin spits, to which you don’t, you opt to remain silent. “open” jaemin says, tapping his cock against your lips.

you comply, opening your mouth to take jaemin’s cock, not expecting him to shove his length straight to the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water immediately. “not so brave now, huh?” jaemin teases, hips yet to move. you slowly start moving your head forward and back, your tongue tracing the vein that goes the whole way up jaemin’s length.

quiet groans and heavy breaths escape jaemin’s lips as your mouth moves along his cock. as you work on jaemin, jeno places himself behind you, moving your hair out of the way of your neck and continuing the vandalisation that jaemin had already begun, sucking dark marks on your skin, biting down every now and then, causing your already uneven breath to worsen.

jeno brings his hand around you to wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough to feel jaemin in the back of your throat every time you take his length in. “fuck y/n, look at you taking all of jaemin down your throat, little slut” jeno groans against your neck, causing you to moan around jaemin’s length.

“fuck” jaemin groans, taking his dick out of your mouth, “not cumming until you can’t move slut” jaemin pants, running a hand through his hair.

jeno takes advantage of your mouth now being free from jaemin, pulling you onto his lap. “look how hard you’ve made me” jeno whispers in your ear, knowing you can feel his rock hard erection against your back. “you’re gonna be a good girl and help me, aren’t you?” jeno questions, pinching your nipples and twisting, a loud moan escaping your lips. “words slut”

“yes”

“ass up face down, shorts and panties off” jeno demands, removing your tender nipples from his grasp.

“no” you boldly reply.

“i’m sorry princess” jeno scoffs with cold eyes, “do you want to say that again?” he questions, once again grabbing your neck, much harsher this time.

“sorry” you whisper with the little air you have, jeno releasing your neck at your apology.

“that’s what i thought”

when jeno told you to get in that position, you were ready for him to fuck you, but instead, jeno slides his head between your legs, laying on his back, mouth directly under your dripping folds. “she’s already so wet jaem, dripping for us” jeno chuckles, before running his tongue up the length of your folds, earning a loud moan from you.

“such a dirty girl” jaemin chuckles coldly, slapping your bare ass hard, sure to leave a mark, and sure to make you moan even louder. “you like getting spanked huh? like being taught a lesson?” jaemin teases, spanking the same ass cheek again.

“jaemin” you choke out. jaemin was right. you like him spanking you. you love the pain. love jaemin dominating you. love all the dirty words leaving his lips.

as jaemin spanks you again, jeno gets to work, flicking his tongue over and over your sensitive nub, making you a moaning mess. “fuck jeno” you whine, bringing your hips down slightly closer to his face, drunk on the feeling of jeno’s tongue against you.

“such a dirty girl. you love me and jeno pleasing you baby, don’t you?” jaemin whispers, spanking you harder, causing your ass to stick up more for him, which just makes jaemin groan and spank you again.

“y-yes jaemin” you moan out, “you both make me feel so so good”

your desperate words encourage jeno to drive you to your first orgasm, shoving two fingers inside you with no warning as his tongue continues to flick your clit rapidly. “fuck jeno” you scream as his long fingers pound in and out of you, “i’m g-gonna cum” you moan, gripping the sheets beneath you tightly and using all your will power to not cum without being told you can.

“cum for jeno” jaemin permits, with another hard slap to your ass that sends you over the edge. swear words, moans and incoherent sentences escape your lips as you reach your high, jeno’s fingers still inside you and mouth still attached to your clit.

jeno leaves his position between your legs and moves behind you, pulling you up by your hair so your back is against his toned chest. his hand finds it’s way to your neck again and squeezes softly, before tapping your lips with his other hand with his cum stained fingers, “open” jeno demands to which you very quickly comply to, taking his slender fingers into your mouth and sucking them clean, tasting your own juices. “mmh” jeno groans, “such a dirty girl for us”

“i haven’t even gotten started on her yet” jaemin teases, pulling you closer to him, sitting you on his lap before attaching his lips to yours. the kiss is slow, sensual, needy. his tongue moves in harmony with your own, the pleasure earning moans from you both to fill the room. jaemin bites down hard on your bottom lip and drags it between his teeth when pulling away from the kiss. “you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked baby doll?” jaemin questions, eyes dark as he traces patterns over your inner thigh.

“yes jaemin” you moan at how close his fingers are to your dripping heat.

“good girl. your attitude is so much better now, isn’t is princess? all you needed was me and jeno to fuck some sense into you” jaemin chuckles dryly. “you can’t forget about jen now baby, can you? keep sitting on my lap but face jeno instead of me angel. you can take him in the mouth while i fuck you” jaemin demands, and before you know it, you have jeno’s tip in your mouth as jaemin begins pushing his length inside you. “fuck angel you’re so tight” jaemin groans.

you moan around jeno’s tip at the pleasure jaemin is providing while pushing into you. “fuck jaemin hurry up” jeno groans, ready to fuck your face.

at jeno’s words, jaemin finally bottoms out inside of you, his length stretching you out more than you’ve ever been before. you start moving your hips, too eager to wait for jaemin to start fucking you. “my needy little slut” jaemin groans, allowing you to ride his cock as your mouth begins moving up and down jeno’s length.

“fuck” jeno moans, grabbing a fist of your hair and pushing your head to take more of him and faster, earning a string of moans to escape your lips around his cock, fuelling him to move your head faster and faster.

“you’re distracting her jen” jaemin complains, typical of jaemin. “gonna have me do all the work, huh baby?” jaemin teases, before grabbing your hips and snapping them down his length, fucking you faster than you thought was even possible. between that and jeno’s length hitting the back of your throat, your watery eyes roll to the back of your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“fuck jaemin she looks so pretty getting fucked by us. her little fucked out tear stained face, so pretty” jeno groans as you moan around him yet again.

“my pretty baby” jaemin groans, wrapping an arm around you and bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts. “cum with me”

jeno pulls his length out of your mouth as you reach your second high with jaemin, wanting to hear your pretty moans fill the room which surely they do as jaemin slows down his thrusts before stopping completely. “good girl” jaemin pants, kissing your shoulder softy as an act of praise. jaemin pulls out of you slowly, a mixture of his cum and yours dripping from your hole.

“lay down” jeno orders, “i’m gonna fill you up more with my cum and fuck jaemin’s into you pretty girl. don’t worry, i’ll go easy” jeno winks before positioning himself at your entrance, your legs spread wide for him as you lay on your back, jaemin laying beside you. honestly, you can hardly keep your eyes open, but you know jeno will wake you right up.

“fuck” you scream as jeno shoves his length into you with no warning and begins to pound into you”

“shh baby it’s okay” jaemin comforts you from your side. “you took me so well, jeno’s already nearly done from you taking him so well in your mouth angel, you’re doing so good i’m so proud of you”

“f-fuck jeno” you groan, grabbing onto jaemin’s arm for support. you’re still so sensitive after jaemin making you cum that you’re almost relieved when you feel jeno twitch inside of you.

“fuck” jeno moans as he releases his load inside of you, coating your walls with his cum, as you cum once again with him.

once you both come down from your highs, jeno carefully pulls out of you and flops down beside you. “wow” jeno sighs, earning a giggle from both you and jaemin.

“yeah, wow” you giggle tiredly, completely drained from jaemin and jeno’s ministrations.

“i should probably get going” jeno announces after a couple of minutes, standing up to redress himself. “thanks for tonight, it was hot as fuck” he laughs, grabbing the back of his neck by habit. “i’ll see you soon” jeno smiles as he nears your bedroom door.

“see ya soon”

“bye jen”

and with that, jeno’s gone. “c’mere” jaemin mumbles tiredly, reaching his arms out. you cuddle into jaemin’s side, where you always find so much comfort, just not usually naked and after being fucked senseless. “did you have a good time?” jaemin asks, beginning to play with your hair.

“mhmm, the best! you?”

“you were amazing for me baby” jaemin smiles, kissing your forehead softly. “i’m very proud of you”

“yeah?” you question, a silly smile displayed across your face.

“mhmm” jaemin replies, before placing a soft kiss against your lips. “but i’ve also learned that i don’t want you to be kissing other boys, being fucked by other boys, just me” jaemin whispers, looking deeply into your eyes.

never in a million years did you think your roommate would be confessing to you, but the happy feeling in your heart ensures you that the feeling is mutual.

“what about jeno on special occasions?” you tease, giggles escaping your lips.

“is that a little brat i see?” jaemin giggles, tickling your sides, “baby girl what am i going to do with you, hm?”

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