#graverobber x reader

[livindeadgirlgrav]

can you plz write headcannons or a story about female reader picking up nubbins sawyer while he’s hitchhiking, one thing leads to another, and she’s riding him to death (not literally teehee) in the back of her van🖤? maybe a bit of dom reader too? thank you so much🖤🖤

Yessss! Of course! Thank you so much for the request! I can totally write a headcanon also if you like! I love my little stories lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Dom fem reader

Warning: NSFW!! Very nsfw, mention of drugs, violence, etc

Ps: Not 100% proof read it’s 3am lol it’s possible I overlooked something

You were a lost soul according to your parents, but in your mind all you wanted was to be free. A lot of things gave you that feeling of freedom- music, the open road, and a couple psychedelic drugs here and there. Having all three at your disposal you felt pretty free today. Driving your 72' Ford van you jammed all the way down the road. You hummed at the silk like feeling of the wind running through your fingers as you held your hand out the window. You smiled to yourself when you saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. Of course you pulled over for them. First off it was way to hot to be walking I mean you were practically naked in your mothers eyes. And secondly he was pretty cute and you didn't have anything to do all day besides seeking that sweet freedom.

Once you came to a stop the strange looking man quickly got in the car. "Hey man? You alright? Its super hot out today. Suppose to be the hottest day of the year." You stated trying to make small talk. The man now in your passenger seat smiled. "Where you heading too hm?" You smiled at him as you started to drive away occasionally looking at him. "South" You nodded. "Same!" You giggled. "So how did you get out here?" You asked softly. "I was at the slaughter house, my brother work there. My grandfather too! My family always been in meat." He chuckled a little liking the attention he was getting from you. "Oh cool, my daddy was in it for a bit too but got a better job as I grew up. I never liked it, it made me sad seeing the poor babies." The man chuckled. "Its good food though, see they make head cheese. T-they take the head and boil it expect for the tongue and they scrap all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything, they don't throw nothin away!" Hearing the man ramble on you thought it was a bit gross but also kinda cute, he was so excited as if he hadn't had anyone to talk to in years. Like a little lost puppy. You giggled a bit, "Well I didn't know that." You smiled at him then looked back at the road. "Oh I love this song" You said turning up the radio, the wind blew into your window perfectly swaying your hair from side to side. Your attention was captured when you saw a flash coming from the man. Looking over you saw the man grinning as he looked at you then his camera. “Hey you took my picture!” You giggled. “You can drive to my house! It’s just down this road! A-and you can have dinner with me and my..” before he could finish you cut him off “Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked as you pulled over. The man looked at you confused. “Let me see.” You said as you scooted closer to him and took the photo out of his hand. “It’s not bad. You wanna take some more?” You smirked at the man.

Before you knew it the two of you were in the back of you 72' Ford van. You made the first move which wasn't unusual for you. At first you whispered sweet nothing into the nameless man's ear, then started nipping at his ear and the skin on his neck, earning soft moans from him. You noted at how edger the man was, noting how he trembled at your touch. Seeing how he wanted to touch you just not sure how. "You can touch me if you want, I don't bite..hard." You giggled then moaned softly as the man place his hand on your exposed thigh. "We can be slow if you like?" The man starred at you in awe and shook his head no. "Good boy." You quickly straddled his lap and began to kiss the man, kissing you back the man placed his hands on your waist. Grinding you kept kissing him till he pulled back a little to let a moan escape his lips. "It feels good doesn't it?" The man nodded as he laid back watching you grind against his lap. Smirking you kept going as you removed your shirt then your bra watching the mans face as he grinned ear to ear. You grabbed the mans chin softly and pulled him to you. Looking down at him you felt very dominate and free. The mans breath hence at the sudden touch, looking up at you he went to kiss you but you moved back slightly. "Tsk tsk so you wanna touch me?" You asked. "Y-yes." The man stuttered. "What do you say?" "Please?.." The man was very impatient as he was so needy, wanting a release. Grinning you placed the mans hands on your chest and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, making you chuckle. You grinned against the man making him shutter and moan. "You are so big." In a matter of seconds you both went after the same thing, his belt. You pushed his hands away and he grunted frustrated. Grinning you undid his belt and then his pants, going to undo yours he stopped you, pushing your hands away lightly. The man quickly unbuttoned your daisy dukes. Lifting yourself up the man pulled your shorts down. Before you even realized he was inside you and you rode him like a bull rider. Hearing his moans, grunts and whimpers. It was music to your ears and he was so unaware.

You both stayed in that metal tin till the sun went down, changing positions and occasionally fighting for dominance (when you won more than once) you moaned as the now naked man trusted into you and kissed on your neck. Grabbing his hair you moaned out, grinding as best you could against. The man moaned as while almost in perfect harmony with you. Before you knew it you both were finishing at the same time, it was something you never experienced before! A feeling washed over you that you swear was familiar but it definitely wasn’t.

Laying in the floor of the van you snuggled up with the man you come to learn to be Nubbins. Finding a old blanket under one of the seats you both snuggled underneath . Surrounded by polaroids of your naked body and of his you both fell asleep on the biggest high you could only imagine.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so so much from the request and thank you tons for reading!

[slasherscrybaby]

Slashers sending Y/n little cousin to the Gulag

Y/n: *dragging the slashers by the arm* Honestly what was your thinking!?

Slashers: what? He thought he was grown up and I showed him how grown up fight

Y/n: GAWDAMN IT HE WAS 7 AND YOU SENT HIM TO THE FREAKING GALUG

Slashers: I don’t know what the problem is😐he hit me first😒

Y/n: What are you 5?🤨

Slashers: No you shouldn’t be worrying about my age but, instead how to put together a funeral for the boy I painted on the wall

Y/n: I CANT TAKE YOU NO WHERE I SWEAR!!!

[pyr0-kai]

Graverobber x Reader

Repo! The genetic opera HCs

I’m thinking about my stinky drug dealer man again

Platonic & romantic HCs

Feedback is appreciated

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- You’re his tag team Zydrate collector (robber)

- He has never felt genuine affection, only affection from the people in the ally who just want a zydrate hit

- He’s lived in a literal dumpster so he is sooooo excited when you offered for him to stay at your place

- When his hair is down, pls give him head scratches, he’ll love it

- Cuz he’s lived in a dumpster so long, he sleeps in a tight ball, it looks so uncomfortable.

- He knows all the best spots to hid from repo men and geneco guards

- He would empty his big jackets pockets and let you wear it >>

- He would also steal stuff from the bodies as gifts for you, stuff like rings, necklaces, jackets

- Feel like he would like to be called his name, Graves, or Babe, not a fan of stuff like sweet, or honey

- He 100% puts his feet up on tables, it’s your choice to tell him no or not

- Going with him to see shilo <3

- Shilo low key loves you, she doesn’t want to lose either of you like her family + Blind Mag

- Graves isn’t a very PDA man, but he will wrap an arm around you if people get a little too close to you

- Wrapping your arms around him when your jealous >>

- You and Amber Sweet giving each other the stink eye

[animefans-stuff]

Graverobber w/ an s/o that collects things.

Warnings; Ooc graverobber ? Grammar mistakes and that's all I think.

Pairings; Graverobber x reader

Please enjoy.

I feel like when he's not selling zydrate, dealing with Amber, running for his life from GeneCo or befriending your local group of racoons, possums and rats.

He's collecting things.

Not exactly shiny things but random things like; a cool rock on the road, or a broken zydrate container that looked neat.

So when he finds out you do the same.

Graves is happy, that someone else shares his passion and will gladly help you look for things.

Almost everyday when he's done selling zydrate.

Graves will drag you to dumpsters he's stayed at- trying to explain that there should be good stuff in here.

Your face lit up like christmas tree when you found four pieces of pretty stained glass.

Graverobber smiled weakly and wrapped the glass pieces in a piece of newspaper before placing them into his bag, keeping it safe. Until you two return ' home '.

He'll steal any personal items he finds on the corpses, it's not like they need it anyway!

He'll bring you to visit Shilo.

Which leads to you two showing each other things you've found.

Shilo enjoyed your company so much to where your visiting almost every week.

He most likely has stolen things from his clients.

Graves has and will listen to you explain each thing you've collected and how you found it.

Will fight anyone who calls your hobby weird.

Finds it fun whenever the two of you create rings or jewelery out of the stuff you have.

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

I see you write for Repo!? Could I put in an order for some fluffy hcs with Graves?

Of course you can! It's been a while since I watched repo, so if it seems too weird, my apologies. That said, I love Graverobber so these were quite fun to write and most definitely very self-indulgent!😅

-🎃

Very soft boy. Craves love. 

Very affectionate. Some might even say clingy. He's like a human puppy. 

That in mind, his hugs and cuddles are amazing, it's impossible to turn down a cuddle from this baby. 

Human body pillow and personal heater. He loves when you lie on top of him, wrap your arms around him, and rest your head on his chest. (although, half of the time, the roles are reversed and he's the one lying on top of you while you pet him or play with his hair.) 

His hugs are always warm and full of affection, tight and protective.

His hair is really soft. Better still, he loves when you play with it. He'd sit with his head in your lap for hours letting you stroke, brush or braid his hair. Only if you'd let him, of course.

^Much of your alone time is spent like this with Graves curled up in your lap like a cat while you run your fingers through his hair. 

Occasionally, he'll even return the favour, usually he'll pull you against him when you two are cuddled up in bed and run his fingers through your hair, sometimes braiding it or simply untangling any knots.

Spends most of his nights at your place, unless he's out dealing zydrate; He is banned from sleeping in dumpsters now.

He hates it when it's particularly windy out, he doesn't really know why, it just makes him feel uncomfortable and would much rather be curled up in your bed with your arms around him than alone on nights like this. (this is likely just me projecting tbh lol)

[foxpawwritten]

Zydrate Anatomy Exchange

A little Graverobber x OC based on the lyrics to zydrate anatomy. Smut warning, this is just smut that’s all it is. You have been warned. Eventually I’ll post this to Ao3 as well.

Graverobber traces a finger across my jaw, tilting my chin up. His features are barely illuminated by what little light filters through the alley from the streetlight at the corner.

His voice is low and gravely, “Drug market, sub market. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” I’ve known Graves long enough to know he isn’t expecting me to respond. In fact if I did respond at all he wouldn’t hesitate to take the hand that is delicately touching my cheek and wrap it around my neck, squeezing until I was gasping. Just like zydrate, Graves makes the pain pleasurable and he enjoys doing so.

I silently watch him as he turns my face gently to the side, studying the curve of my neck as he mutters to himself. “Blood market,” his tongue is warm on my neck as he quickly glides it from my collar bone to my ear. His voice is rumbly and low as he whispers into my ear, “love market.”

Hi grip on my cheek and chin tightens suddenly, “Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” He drops my face suddenly and I stumble slightly as he turns away from me. “Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.”

Just as quickly as the frustration came on to him it disappears again and he is all charm again. He pulls a glowing blue vial from one of the many pockets on his coat, “Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.” He pulls me in close, gripping the small of my back. He slowly traces the cold vial against my collar bone, leaving goose flesh on my skin. He ghosts his lips across my cheek and neck, his breath hot and damp on my skin.

He drops the hand from the small of my back, reaching into another hidden and pulling out a syringe gun, “And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.” I shiver as he softly drags the needle down my neck and in between my breasts. “And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.” He closes the space between us, hovering over me without actually touching me. The urge to just try and melt into him, begging him to touch me is overwhelming but that would just earn a punishment.

My patience is rewarded when he dips down to his knees and roughly pulls my leg over his shoulder. He pushes my skirt aside, exposing my bare thigh to him. He grips hard, his knuckles turning white. He rests the tip of the needle as high up my thigh as he can, he pushes it in enough for a dark drop of blood to slowly begin to drip down my thigh. He pulls the trigger without warning. “And when the gun goes off, it sparks are you’re ready.” His face is pushed into my chest as I convulse forward when the zydrate hits my system.

All thoughts disappear in the calming wave of zydrate. I run my hands through his hair, keeping him pushed against me. I wrap my fingers in the tangles and pull a bit. My voice is barely a rasp, “Graverobber, Graverobber” I swallow before continuing again, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.” A lie. Deep down I know why. Graves slips gently from my grasp, ducking down so his face is level with my thigh. He licks the ruby blood that has been slowly dripping down my leg and stops when he gets to the injection point. Kissing the spot, he looks up at me. When he knows he has my full attention he bites down. Any pain from the pressure instantly turns into sparks of pleasure. “Graverobber sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.”

He smirks against my leg, his breath sending shivers through my body. “You need a little help with the agony.” I close my eyes as he slowly traces a finger up my leg. “And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against your anatomy.” His fingers tease across my skin as he speaks. “And when the gun goes off you’re ready for me.” He slips his fingers under the edge of my underwear, wasting no time to start teasing soft circles around my clit.

His fingers are rough from his work but his touch is unbelievably tender as he deftly slips a finger inside of me and then another, curling his fingers. My eyes roll back as my hips buck against his hand. I try and press myself further into his touch but the grip he has on my waist keeps me firmly in place. Looking down I see his smug smile and manage to gasp out, “Graverobber, sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.” Graves easily sees through the lie, rubbing his thumb over my clit and massaging a circle into the bud as I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Once he is satisfied that I am enjoying myself he quickly pulls his fingers from me. I frown from the sudden loss of pleasure. Before I can complain he grabs my ass and pushes me onto his face. I gasp and let out a moan as his tongue flicks over my clit. He gently laps at me with a steady pace as I try to grind into his face. My hands gripping his shoulders to brace myself, nails digging deep into his coat. He pulls back, his grip on my waist tightening so I can’t follow him. A punishment for not being able to control myself.

“It takes you there.” He mutters, dipping his head down close to my knee and places his lips on the skin. “It’s pure.” His teeth scrape against my skin as he slowly climbs up my leg. “It’s rare.” He growls, his nails dig into my thigh leaving scratch marks in their wake. “It takes you there.” He thrusts his face inbetween my thighs, giving me a single lick before saying. “I take you there.”

Graverobber bites and nips at me, scattering licks and kisses across the marks on my skin to ease the pain. He bites my hip hard and pleasure shoots through me in waves. Graves stands up quickly crashing his lips against my own. He pushes me back until I stumble and he catches me around the waist easing me to the ground until I can feel the wet concrete beneath my back. He doesn’t stop kissing me, his tongue dominating my own. When he pulls back I try to follow but he is quick to grab around my neck and push me back into the cold ground. I squirm under his grip while his other hand works to get his pants undone. Once free he rolls his hips into mine and I lift my legs around his waist. He doesn’t wait to enter me with one assertive push, staring down at me as I arch my back in pleasure and cry out underneath him. When I finally become still he releases his grip from around my neck.

“Good girl.” He says lowly, brushing the fingers that were gripping my neck in featherlight touches down my breasts, teasing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before lifting them to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He tangles his hand in the hair near my scalp and pulls back, making me cry out again.

Between the sensation of him inside of me and the zydrate heightening every feeling of pleasure I gasp as I climax. Shuddering into his touch and raking my nails under his shirt across his back. The pleasure is intense as every muscle in my body tightens before relaxing in the release. Graverobber grins darkly down at me giving me only a moment to try and recover, his plans for me are far from over. He dips his head down to me on the concrete and slowly licks my collar bone, his tongue pressed flat as he slowly drags it up my neck and stops at my lips. Kissing me roughly he guides me into standing back up, turning me around and then pushing me roughly against the wall. His hands cage my body underneath his and I can feel his breath hot and rapid against the back of my neck. He hovers his lips above my skin and as I turn to look back at him he kisses me again. It’s just the softest brush of his lips against mine before he spinning me around again to face him and shoving me down onto my knees.

He waits patiently for me, staring down expectantly until I take him softly into my mouth. I try to go agonizingly slow to tease him but a quick thrust of his hips cause me to gag. I instinctively try to pull back but he has gripped the back of my head keeping his cock deep in my throat until I can adjust to him. Graverobber at least has the decency to stay still until I relax my throat to start moving again. He starts slowly this time but quickly finds a rhythm he likes. I stare doe eyed up at him as he releases the grip on the back of my head, cupping his fingers behind the back of ear and along my jaw. It doesn’t take him long to let out a groan, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoys it. His touch becomes less demanding on my jaw as he gives me more control.

Slowly, carefully so I don’t startle him. I let myself begin to touch him. I trace the outline of his hips, following the downward v before dipping my fingers under the edge of his shirt and gently scratching up his sides. He doesn’t pull away from my touch but instead leans into it slightly. Emboldened, I add a little bit more force behind my touch and bring my hands back down so I can fondle him as I work my mouth around him. After a time Graves drags me up off my knees and to my feet again. He kisses me, backing us into the wall until my back is pressing into the brick. He presses his body flush against mine and his lips brush against the top of my forehead. I try and stay as still as I can while he dips low enough to bite my earlobe. I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. He brushes his lips across my skin settling on my shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. As he does he thrusts back into me and I cry out in bliss. Every thrust inside of me is faster as I wrap a leg around his waist and throw my arms around his neck. His hands grasp up and down my body, pinching and playing with my nipples and leaving scratch marks along my thighs and hips. His pace quickens as he shoves himself as deep as he can within me, staying there and capturing my cry of pleasure with his lips as we both climax. We stay entangled like that for a moment, kissing as we ride out our highs. Eventually his touch softens and becomes teasing as he moves so he can slip a hand between my thighs and begin again.

[transgenderknothead]

Rule and Fandom Update (Because I’ve been gone forever and I don’t owe you an apology, I owe you fanfiction)

My Fandoms (with favorite characters):

Repo the genetic Opera (Pavi, Graverobber)

Wednesday (Xavier, Ajax) (Fuck Tyler)

Lost Boys 1987 (Marko, Paul, David, Dwayne)

Sally Face (Larry, Sal, Travis)

Doodlebops (Don’t judge me, Moe)

Panic (Dodge Mason)

Things I won’t write:

Rape

Nsfw minors

Extreme kinks (vore, cnc, sex slaves)

incest

Slurs

Things I do write:

Head canons

One shots

Short series

X reader

Platonic

Familial

LGBT

Imagines

Notes:

If I used to write for a fandom that is not on this list, I no longer write for that fandom

If I do not write the request, I either took a break, didn’t get the request, or chose not to write it for various reasons, I will tell you privately the reason if it isn’t anonymous, but if you are an anon you may not receive a reason for the request’s deletion

If a character has a canon sexuality, I will not alter the sexuality for a story, end of discussion and absolutely no exceptions

if there is no canon sexuality it is free rein, unless I state that I cannot see a character falling into that category

[red-leroy]

God bless everyone who write Graverobber headcanons and so on.

Thank you, you make my life better 🖤

Maybe someday I will also write smt about Graverobber, but I have problems with x reader, because I have my OC and almost finished their story in my head 😭

[fanficsthatmakemybraingobrr]

A Night In Cairo

Chapter 1

Indiana Jones x Gender-Neutral Reader

You’re a Intern at Marshall College in Bedford Connecticut and you work with Dr.Jones, but he sucks at his job and is never there and is always behind with work making you get the short end of the stick. Then he drags you on a trip to Cairo with him.

I do want to clarify that I am making this story up as I go so i really have no idea where it is going, I'm just writing this to improve my writing skills, so this isn’t gonna be the best writing you’ll see. (and I wanted to write something with the new Indiana Jones movie coming out. I have major brain-rot! Gives me an excuse to write more about my comfort character >:} ) and if you have any feed back or criticism I would love to hear

Link to AO3

‘D correct, B nope wrong, A wrong, C that’s not even close.’ Walking down the very crowded and busy streets, while grading late work that your ‘boss’ didn’t finish and trying not to bump into people at the same time isn’t the most ideal way to start your morning, but you didn’t have a choice when he snuck them into your bag yesterday without telling you and leaving a note on top saying

“Grade these before tomorrow.” - Jones

At this point you don’t know why he’s a professor at a college if he’s never going to be in his office to do his work or help his students. ‘Incorrect…’ Probably one of the reasons these tests have horrible scores. He always does this when he's never in his office. His work plies up and you have to deal with finishing it and not to mention whiny students. ‘Wrong!’ This job is so frustrating!  ‘Wrong again!’ Why did you even agree to be an intern? 

As soon as you set foot on campus you finished grading the last piece of paper, you bring your bag around your body and place the late work in one of the pockets as you walk inside and make your way to Dr. Jones office. The whole building smells like an old book with a faint hint of coffee, it’s filled with the sound of people chatting, footsteps on the hardwood floor, students yelling- Turning the corner you see a crowd of students in front of Dr. Jones' door. They all look worried, pissed, or confused. One of the students sees you out of the corner of their eye. 

“Hey! You! You’re the professor's assistant or whatever, right? You can help us!” This causes other students to turn around and approach you with their problems. All the students are complaining to you all at once you freeze not knowing what to do. This all way too much. You .start to push your way through the wave of the students and up to the office door, and once you finally reach it you open the door. Before you enter the office you turn around to look at the students. 

“I know you’ll have concerns with the professor but right now, isn’t the best time to fix them! I’ll talk to Professor Jones and see if we can set up individual meetings!” 

The crowd of students let out a groan or a sigh of frustration, you close the door and take a deep breath recollecting yourself. You look up and surprise! He isn't here. His office is a small and narrow cluttered room with a messy desk that has work piled up high, shelves stuffed with artifacts and books, and in the back left corner there’s a boiler. It's a complete mess. The office is basically a storage room at this point, actually maybe it is. You take the late work out of your bag and place it on his desk, then sit down in a seat that’s in front of his desk while you check your watch. It's 9am. Class starts at 1pm. 

There’s a small radio on his desk you lean over and turn on. It starts to softly play music, sounds like Kay Kyser. You soak in the music as you look out the small window. It’s the one thing in this office that makes it less claustrophobic, it’s also great for daydreaming when you’re bored. The window is on the first floor of the building and has a nice view of the campus front lawn. Many students go out there to sit in the grass and study, it’s a good place to people watch. The weather is nice today. It's sunny out, the flowers are blooming, the trees are growing their leaves back, and Dr. Jones is speed walking across the sidewalk. Finally he’s here. Not too long later he pushes through the door. You look up at him.

“Good Morn-“ 

“Did you get the work done?” You point over to them on his desk. You're pretty used to him interrupting you. He hands you a cup then picks up the papers and puts them in a different pile, seriously how does this man stay organized? You looked down at the cup in your hand.

“What did you want me to do with this?”. You lift the cup. He doesn’t look at you and keeps going through things on his desk. 

“For you..to ya know…drink? I picked it up on the way here. I already drank mine on my way here…where is it? And uh.. I remember you don’t like coffee…so..I swear it was right here! I got you tea- Oh there!” He picked up a small scroll and put it in his pocket. This is probably the first time he’s ever done anything for you.

“Uh thanks?” Jones sits at his desk, he gives you a quick glance from over the top of his glasses and then starts to write something down, probably today’s lesson plan. Time passes and eventually noon comes and Jones and you walk side by side to the classroom. The work you do during Jones’ classes is very simple: he asks you to get something for him, or hand out papers etc. Hopefully one of these days he’ll let you actually talk. His classes are VERY boring, usually lectures with his rambling taking up most of class time. When you look out at his students a lot of them are usually sleeping, trying not to fall asleep, zoned out, or making goo goo eyes at him. Today was a lecture day.

“Ancient Egyptian artifacts are some of the most highly sought-after and mysterious relics of history. These objects have been passed down through generations and are seen as sacred and divine. They are typically made of gold, silver, or other precious metals and often depict scenes of ancient Egyptian life or mythology!” He’s rambling again. 

“These artifacts are a powerful link to the culture and history of Egypt and are valued for their cultural importance and great artistic value and-“ he pauses as he  looks out the door and standing there is Marcus Brody, an academic, curator, and good friend of Jones. Jones looks back over to his students and clears his throat 

“Uh, that’ll be all for today-“ and before he could say anything else students stampede through the door trampling anything in their way. When the students clear you walk over to the two older men to ask what’s going on. Jones also dismisses you as well and says he will see you tomorrow. You are about to protest but you shoot the thought down quickly, that man is too damned stubborn so you don’t question it and make your way home. Hey, at least you get to go home early, and he didn’t even give you anything to work on.

When you walk home you take your time taking in the scenery. Yes you're in a city and most places are grimy, crowded, and loud but there are still things to admire. Soon enough you arrive at your red brick apartment building. You walk up the rickety stairs of your small stairway and unlock your door. The door opens with a creek. Now this apartment is small when you walk in to your left is a very small kitchenette, right across from it is a twin sized bed and next to that is a small doorway leading to a bathroom with a closet shaped shower and toilet. It’s not much, but it’s home. 

You stole some food from the faculty lounge before you left, so you munch on it and get ready for bed. Reaching under your bed you pull out a foot locker that has your clothes in it and change. You sit on the edge of your bed and take a deep breath then let out a hefty sigh. This internship is so draining sometimes. At first it wasn’t that bad, it was actually quite fun. Until Jones kept disappearing and leaving you to deal with his problems. You can tell that he does try and loves to teach but he really needs to get his priorities in order and communicate better. You’ve thought of quitting multiple times because of how draining this job is, but it pays well and you need the money. You wish you could have something more exciting. You let out a yawn and stretch your arms above your head, looking over at your clock and it’s almost 10pm. Damn how long were you talking to yourself?

“Jeez I guess I should really go to bed..”you mutter to yourself. You get under your thin sheets and stare up at the ceiling waiting for dreams to begin. Your eyelids start to get heavy and right before you drift off someone knocks- no bangs on your door making you jump up. It’s so late at night who could be here? You panic a bit. What if someone is trying to break in? Your mouth goes dry, you go to your kitchen and grab your rolling pin then walk to the door. You took a deep breath and opened the door and were met face to face with a slumped over hands on his knees and very out of breath Dr.Jones. You have so many questions but before you could ask he started talking.

“Pack. We…are..leaving tomorrow.” He looks you dead in the eyes still breathing heavily.

“What?-“ he caught his breath and stood up a bit more, clearing his throat.

“We have to go.” You are so confused.

“Ok first off, what do you mean? Where are we going? What are you doing here? How do you know where I live? D-did you run here?” You stumble over your words. He sighs.

“Cairo. I am going to Cario. I came here to tell you that you're coming with me….also yes I did run here.” He looks down at your hands. 

“What’s with the rolling pin kid?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You look down and quickly come up with an excuse.“Uh, late night baking? But that doesn’t matter right now! I’m the one asking the questions! What do you mean Cairo? I can’t just leave, I have work. You have work!” He lets out another sigh this time it sounds a bit more frustrated.

“Look, we are going to Cairo. This trip is already funded and the college already knows. I told them. And you're an intern- my intern so you're gonna listen to me! C’mon get packed and I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning. I’ll explain and go into more details later.” And with that he turns around and leaves. You stand there for a moment in shock. What would you even pack for a trip like this? Also he never told you how he knew where you lived..

[carolmunson]

i have said it before and i will say it again:

graverobber!eddie

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[sheisburiedhere]

The GraveRobber

Andrew graves x reader

Warning: cursing

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Y/n who is tired of her shitty life not knowing it's about to get a lot more interesting

Y/n who had tried breaking down the door multiple times and been flirting and trading money for food from the guards

Y/n who intelligently hidden her food all over the apartment where your stupid boyfriend Jax left for work one day and never came back

Y/n who called that stupid Jax and been told that he can't come home till the quarantine over. He thinks you didn't hear that feminine giggle next to the phone. Your eyes widen as you slam it down with anger and grind your teeth digging your nails into your thighs.

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍ ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽t̵̏͛̃̍́̈̚͜͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠, I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍'l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉ ḟ̴̧̧̗͍͉͔̹͎̻͓̇͊̃̒̄̈̓̉̌̈͝͝i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠ â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕-

Y/n who turns towards the noise at the balcony and see two emo looking ,hot topic intruders*rolls eyes*

The guy holds a cleaver as he looks at you nervously and the girl looks at you with a strange bitch look

Wait. You know that bitch look , you created that bitch look ,but of course yours is much better.

You stand up and cross your arms and turns your mouth up in disgust and stare her down completely ignoring the guy. And give her your branded bitch look.

How can such a pretty person make such and ugly face , who knows.

" Well are you both just gonna stare at me or you come to get something" you scowl only watching the girl while you both have a bitch face off.

Before the guy can speak the barks out "look here we just came for your food but we can kill you if you don't stand still and behave "

(Who the hell does she feel she is huh) you smile and begin to walk up to your kitchen cabinet as you glance at her about to blow a fuse.

"Are you dense didn't you hear me to stand still?!" She yells stomping here foot before being smacked in the face with a slice of American cheese and shutting up from the shock .

She turns to look at you with eyes that can kill . As you hand her a box filled of food ,could last for a week.

( how did she reach Infront of me so fast...) You turn to the guy not smiling but still feeling threatened by the cleaver as he still looks at the cheese on the girl's face and turn back to you nervously.

"You should put her on a leash," you say smiling at her as you realise that she doesn't like you close to guy as her face darkens .

You turn back to her ,"you look beautiful when you smile so you should keep doing that okay"

You feel the guy's eyes on you with a small smile as you glance back at him raising your eyebrows.(The hell is he looking at?)

"Now get the hell out I have things to do." You see the girl leave with a scowl and begins to walk away thinking she out of sight then skipping happily with the box of food across the wooden board that connects your balconies .Well isn't that cute.

"Thank you" the guy says breaking the silence. " It's no problem all of us are suffering" you say softly. "Not just for that...um I'm Andrew and that was my little sister Ashley" he says looking at you smiling showing his teeth. How adorable.

You both walk out to the balcony as he steps onto their balcony. "I'm Y/n" you say making sure he goes over safely.

"Thank you again Y/n , you don't know how much this means to us"

He waves as he enters his apartment. You walk back into yours and realise for the first time in a long time you smiled but here you are...alone again.

Maybe you meet Ashley and Andrew soon maybe you won't be alone again....

[seeds-and-sins]

Light My Fire - Part Five

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x F!Reader

Rating: M (Crude Language, Curse Words, Sexism)

Description: Soldier Boy is alive.

Tagged: @tonixe, @chernayawidow, @mrsjenniferwinchester, @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites @ophennie, @virgoelf-blog, @my-obsession-spn

Part Four

You returned when the sun had fallen, gliding down onto the balcony of your penthouse with grace. The lights were on and through the stretch of window you could see Homelander pacing inside, Ashley waiting on the black leather couch with the most panicked expression on her face, and Agnes sitting alongside her. Ashley jumped to her feet when you entered the penthouse through the sliding glass window and her face turned bright red at the sight of you.

You were calm, devoid of any emotion, and covered in dirt. The earthy substance was smeared on your cheeks, stuck in your hair, tucked under your fingernails, blending in with the black of your hero suit.

"Where the fuck were you?!" Homelander hissed as he closed in on you, you blankly stared at him, your eyes then looking him up and down. His eyebrows furrowed and his neck craned back as he stood straighter. You didn't reply, stepping into his body and wrapping your arms around him. Homelander's enraged expression devolved into confusion and surprise. You began to sniffle, droplets of tears fell over the swoops of your cheeks and sizzled into a steam. You hugged him so tightly that he wasn't able to pry you off. Moments of silence followed until John placed a palm on your back, body drooping with a sigh.

"I haven't seen you for months, you little shit." You tucked your head back and looked up at him, Homelander was making an effort to look anywhere else. "John?" You called in a whisper, but he didn't crack, a wet gloss rising in his blue steely gaze.

"Where did you go?" He spat through clenched teeth. You withdrew completely, exhaling a huff of air that flowed from your lips as smoke.

"I went to Soldier Boy's gravesite." You answered as you rounded the table toward the small stand of liquors beside the flat screen tv.

"Oh fuck." Ashley was trembling as she cupped a hand over her forehead and dropped to the couch.

"Why?! What did you do?!" Agnes breathed, Homelander remained silent. You didn't answer immediately, your cape swaying from side to side as you poured yourself a glass of bourbon.

"I dug out his coffin and broke inside."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ashley exclaimed, she jumped up from the couch and began pacing. "How are we going to explain this?! Fuck!"

"Just say some graverobbers did it." You offered coolly as you propped a hand on your hip, the other bringing the glass to your lips. You faced Homelander, meeting his stare over the brim of your glass. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back, collecting himself.

"And what did you find?"

"Nothing." You winced at the satisfying burn of the liquid. You were far too calm for someone who just had a surge of overwhelming realizations, but the flight to and from D.C. was long enough that you had been able to think everything through and you had lulled yourself into a lack of care. "Soldier Boy is alive."

"Soldier Boy's corpse was highly radioactive when he died..." Homelander explained, his boots clicking against the marble floor as he stepped forward. "They weren't going to risk keeping him at a fuckin' memorial."

"Possibly." You gritted your teeth, "Except I know that he's alive. I've always known. Found out a long time ago and Mindstorm fucked with my head."

"Hmm." Homelander's only reply.

"Oh, this is bad. This is so fuckin' bad!" Ashley wheezed, she was holding a palm over her chest. "Okay, so when this get's out, what do we do?! People are gonna' find out he's alive. People-"

"Shut the fuck up, Ashley!" Homelander roared and Ashley was stunned into a quiet, cowering away. And that interaction was too suspicious for you to miss because you directed your gaze back to Homelander, furrowed brow, the corner of your cheek twitched.

"You know something..." You breathed, placing your glass down on the coffee table as you approached with even steps. Homelander couldn't look at you, eyes flicking this way and that, jaw clenched. "What aren't you telling me?" Homelander sniffed, then paced away from you and you couldn't help but follow after him. "I'm not going away." You stated firmly, "This shit isn't going away, John."

"You want to go find Soldier Boy. Go on. Go find him." John's gloves squeaked with the clench of his fists. "He's alive and he's coming."

"What are you talking about?"

"Soldier Boy! We saw him." Ashley was downright haywire, having a mental breakdown right in front of you. She held her clipboard with a vice grip.

"You saw him?" You squinted at her, everything was happening so fast. Soldier Boy was where?! Here?!

"He was at the Chimp Sanctuary. We saw him-Well-He um-"

"He's killing his whole team. Soon he'll be after you, Noir too." Homelander stated the facts with a dismissive tone. Your heart leapt into your throat and you vigorously shook your head.

"But I never-"

"He doesn't know that, and frankly, he could care less." You gulped, crossing your arms. Soldier Boy wouldn't hurt you. Ben was confused. Ben didn't know what they did to you. You couldn't imagine what they did to him. How did he get here? Where has he been all these years? Everything you knew about the matter had been erased or suppressed by Mindstorm. You could at least feel that you knew. You knew that at some point you had figured everything out and Vought didn't want that. What else weren't they telling you? What else did Homelander know? "Phoenix, I need you here. With me." Homelander had turned to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, hands sliding up till he was cupping your cheeks. "I need people near me that I can trust. I need to know that you are with me."

"I-If-" You cupped a hand over one of Homelander's. "Maybe if I talk to him-"

"No, you can't. I won't allow it." His gloved thumbs began wiping away your tears, even if your powers had a habit of making the salty droplets evaporate anyways.

"Please, John. For so long-"

"What do you think will happen when people find out he's alive?!" Homelander spat. "No one's going to care about me anymore. No one's going to care about you. He'll kill us all."

"He wouldn't."

"You don't know that. You didn't see what he did." Homelander lifted his chin, hands returning to their place at his back. "That explosion in Manhatten? It wasn't a stupid fuckin' super villain attack, it was him. And he's going to do it again." You chewed the inside of your cheek, the heat inside you was gone. You were tired. So tired. So sick of this shit. You wished you were young again, and free. You wished had never signed up for the hero program in the first place. Before all this, life was simple. Before all this, you were human. Now you were bound to immortality, now you were bound to chaos and destruction. Your whole life laid out for you. You were as much a monster as Homelander, as much a narcissist as Soldier Boy, as much a whore as Countess.

"John, you don't understand..." Your fingertips pressed to your lips and you were shaking, about to break down in sobs. You hadn't cried as much as you had today in years. Heck, you don't even remember the last time you cried. It's not like your powers allowed any of it to show. Steam would shoot from the edges of your eyes, tears would boil away into nothingness. "I loved him. So much." He understood me.

It's why I decided to take you with me, John.

You were a terrible mother. There was no doubt about that. You hadn't been fit for parenthood when you found John. When you took him from that facility, you went right back to your old ways. There was no amount of pills that could save you from the depression and the negligence and the murderous rage that built within you on the daily.

You had thought John would fix that, but instead, you just let the kid do whatever the fuck he wanted. John grew up with your tender love and care, but he also grew up watching you be a shitty person. John took that in stride. Vogelbaum had ran experiments on John, Vogelbaum had been anything but loving to him for the first half of the boy's life. So, when John was taken under your wing, all you did was take what he knew and made it worse. John was always one bad day away from destroying the world. Just like you.

But John reminded you of Ben.

When John looked at you, you saw Ben's eyes.

When John smiled at you, you saw Ben's smile.

When John hugged you back, you could feel Ben's strength.

Before Ben, there was no one like you. There was no one that understood the immense power that the Compound V had imbued you with. Not even Lady Liberty compared in the old days. It was only ever Ben that knew what any of it felt like. And when you met John, you wanted to be that person for him. You saw in him a loneliness that rivalled your own. You wanted to protect him and love him, and you hoped in return that he would do the same to you.

Someone like you. Someone like Ben.

And now John was asking you to choose between the only man you ever genuinely loved and the boy now man that you considered to be the son you never had.

"If we don't stop him, who knows what he's going to do?" Homelander continued, then he shrugged. "He already killed the Crimson Countess. He blew up an entire city block, killing dozens of innocent civilians. Who will be next?" Your eyes slid shut and your shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. After a long pause of you searching your mind for a way out of this, you couldn't find an answer.

So, nodding your head, you reply with your entire soul:

"I choose you, John." You croaked out, opening your eyes to find his own. He was gazing at you, a certain softness there, only reserved for you. It seemed like forever ago that Stillwell tried to put a wedge between you both, but the connection you had with John was the same one you had with Ben all those years ago. You understood each other and nothing could disturb that understanding. Your lips quirked up in a sad smile. "I'll always choose you."

...

"Jesus Christ, can you believe that bitch on the news last night?" Dan said, itching his chin and leaning back into his leather chair with crossed arms.

"You're talking about that news anchor with the big tits, right?" Countess replied in between drags of her cigarette, a bored expression on her face. "If you ask me, those things definitely aren't real."

"You think so?" You pondered, twiddling your thumbs, hunched over your edge of the black marble table, lost in contemplation and drawn from your thoughts by the ramblings of your fellow team members. "How would she have been able to afford that? What kind of salary does a news anchor even make?"

"Her salary has gotta' be in the hundreds." Came Tessa's unflinching response.

"A year?!" You smacked your hand on the table and vigorously shook your head. "No way!"

"Especially not as a female." Crimson added.

"A news anchor with big tits. I'd believe it. She's rolling in the dough." Swatto finally spoke, after having been surprisingly silent since he entered Payback's conference room.

"That means she's making more than us." You weren't convinced, nose wrinkling at the thought. "Nah, I don't think so."

"Enough about her tits!" Dan interrupted in irritation. "Did you see what she said about me?" Tessa chuckled, elbowing her brother as she pointed across the lengthy table at Dan.

"I knew it! You dicked her down!" Tessa accused, obnoxious chuckles filling the room.

"I would have you know, It was purely consensual!"

"It was purely consensual." Countess mimicked with a coy smirk, "Consensual or not, she clearly didn't like it."

"You know what they say about guys with big brains..." You began, Tessa finished it for you with...

"SMALL DICKS!" And you both jumped up and high five across the table, Dan's protests unable to mask your laughter.

"I don't have a small dick."

"That's exactly what a guy with a small dick would say." Countess chimed, the three ladies laughed before another familiar face entered the room.

"Earving!" You greeted merrily, the man rounded toward your end of the table and as he passed, you glided your fingers against his side. "How did your pitch go?"

"Uh, it went alright, I guess." He plopped into the seat next to, everything at the table quietly waited for him to elaborate. "Well," Earving smiled, "He said maybe."

"Maybe doesn't mean never!" You exclaimed, smiling in his direction, "I would love to see a comedy show with you. You always make me laugh."

"Actually..." Earving cleared his throat, nervously playing with his mask in hand. "I was thinking that maybe I could do a movie. Like Beverly Hills Cop o'somethin'. I want to be an actor." You were the only person that applauded the idea with a genuine smile on your face. You liked Earving. He really did always have a way of making you laugh. And sometimes, you needed it.

"That would be awesome! Count me in as the first person to be at your premiere."

"Premiere where?" The room shuffled, everything went drop dead silent. Soldier Boy hovered in the double doorway, staring down the table with an all too friendly grin. Gunpowder paraded in behind him, quickly shuffling to his seat at the end, but not at the head. That seat was reserved for Soldier Boy.

"Um..." You sent Noir an uneasy glance. You knew how long he had been planning this and the team had already agreed to keep it secret from Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy didn't like it when others were given opportunities, be it movies or advertisements. Ben liked being in the know about everything that his team was involved with. Unfairly so, Noir had never been given his own blockbuster because of Soldier Boy's constant disapproval of the idea. You all knew it was wrong, but only you were ever bold enough to speak up about.

"Hopefully, you're talking about my new movie coming out, The Rains of Fire." Soldier Boy entered the room, as he stalked around the table, everyone straightened themselves, the atmosphere went tense. "It's a war pic. I think you'd like it Phoenix." You could see Crimson's scowl from the corner of your eye.

"No, thanks. I only go to your movies when my profession forces me to." The insult lingered in the air, pulled the air taut like a rubber band about to snap. Dan shook his head, mouthing 'Stop' to you.

"Oh yeah?" Soldier Boy growled lowly, "And why is that, hot stuff?"

Without missing a beat.

"You're a terrible actor." You said it so bluntly, you could hear Soldier Boy's teeth gritting from across the table. He forced a smile at you, licking his lips.

"Can we go one day without you two arguing? I'm sick of it." Countess put her cigarette out in the tray at the center of the table. You adjusted your posture and nodded respectfully.

"Easy. If he keeps his mouth shut, we won't have to argue."

"Why you little-" Whatever horrid insult Ben was going to hurl at you was interrupted when the Legend entered the room in fast stride, several others following closely behind.

"Alright, Kids! We got a big agenda today, so listen up!"

Ben and you shared one last glare before tuning into the meeting.

It wasn't anything you hadn't heard before; shareholders, advertisements, upcoming board meetings, events, interviews. You were used to this kind of talk. It also helped that you spoke to the Legend regularly and so, you had already been notified about all of this before. You could just zone out if you wanted, but sometimes it was nice to poke the bear. You don't know why you bothered. Maybe part of you even liked it, but seeing Soldier Boy's face when you asked a certain question or made a certain comment. It pleased you greatly.

Soldier Boy was to do a team up with Swatto?

Are you so certain that Soldier Boy can even handle himself out there?

Soldier Boy was to do an interview on the Tonight Show?

God, who knows what he's going to say when he is up there. He'll just embarass all of us.

But you recalled something that would make Soldier Boy's skin crawl and you just had to do it. As the Legend was finishing up the meeting, you rose your hand.

"Yes, my lovely fireball, what's up?"

"For the hero gala next week, I was wondering if..."

"Yes?"

"Earving and I could go as a pairing." Before the Legend could even respond, Soldier Boy did it for him.

"Absolutely not!" Soldier Boy laid down the law immediately, standing to his full height and scowling at you. "That crosses the line, Phoenix!"

"I'm sorry, but why exactly does it cross the line? Was there even a line to begin with?" You felt only a little bad for Earving. He hadn't expected this, so you couldn't blame him for shrinking in his seat. "Neither of us have dates. I think it would be a great idea."

"Hmm, why not." The Legend shrugged, but he frowned at the sight of a fuming Soldier Boy. "If this is gonna' be a problem for you two, then maybe neither of you will be going." He asserted, except Soldier Boy didn't think of such an assertion as punishment.

"That's fine by me."

"Ben." Countess hissed in warning, "You can't be serious."

"Phoenix can't go around dating other members of the team. It will disturb the natural flow of things." Everyone knew that was a shit argument, even the Legend raised a brow in question.

"Screw that. Crimson Countess and you are engaged." You shot back, Soldier Boy's face wrinkled and he shook his head.

"Because a team needs a little bit of romance. It doesn't mean anything." Oh, that stung. You could see Crimson physically deflate into her seat at the other side of the table and you couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "I'm the leader of this team and I'm saying 'no'." Enough was enough.

"Okay, leader of the team, but you're by no means my boss." Your head tilted to look at Earving, you grabbed his hand under the table and sent him a hopeful smile. This was important. Phoenix couldn't be the only one fighting back anymore. Soldier Boy needed to realize he was not a king, or a god. Ben was just like everyone else. "Come on, Noir. What do you say?" Earving paused for a moment, then he vigorously nodded his head.

"Actually yeah, I would love to go to the gala with you." Soldier Boy must had been seeing red, the rage that flowed through him was evident in the sharp stare he directed at Noir.

"I don't care who goes with who at this point. I got more important shit to take care of." The Legend dismissed, "Don't cause trouble please." He waved at the team on his way out of the conference room.

Soldier Boy was seated in his chair again, arms crossed, lips pursed. You could only describe it as a pout. The grown man was throwing a tantrum over you. Not the first time to be honest and you knew it wouldn't be the last and you were done with it. You weren't his toy. You weren't *his*. He needed to learn how to deal with you having a good time with someone that wasn't him, someone that never would be him.

It was quiet aside from the usual shuffles and squeaks of leather chairs as members of the team stood and left. Everyone knew what was about to happen. Crimson shot up from her chair, storming out of the room, and you couldn't blame her for not saying goodbye. Noir and you walked out side by side. You acknowledged that everyone was going to be leaving Soldier Boy in that room to pout.

"You didn't have to do that." Noir said, "I know you're just trying to make a point."

"Not really, only kind of..." You smiled, looping your fingers with his again. "I know you got all the girls throwing themselves at you, but I really do like you." The tension in Earving's shoulders dropped and you couldn't see his face beneath that mask but you heard the smile in voice when he responded.

"Really? I mean, I just always thought you were being nice."

"There are very few people that I like. Trust me, you'll know when I'm just being nice." You had to play nice all the time: In front of news reporters, on movie sets, in interviews, it seemingly never ended. But arguably, there were a few people you felt you could be your true self around. The Legend, for one, someone you would kill for, Countess, who-oddly enough-didn't seem to be stopping by your penthouse that much lately, Noir, who always made you giggle and blush, and Ben-

No. Not Ben.

You hated Ben, remember?!

Biggest asshole in the world, Ben?! That Ben!

But perhaps it was true. You didn't have to play nice with Ben. You never had. It almost felt natural, removing that metaphorical mask of herodom as you interacted with him on the day to day. Sometimes you even welcomed his presence because it meant you could just unload all of your stresses. You didn't have to play nice with Ben.

The thought made your eyebrows furrow and Noir had to clear his throat to drag you back out of the recesses of your brain and into the moment.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. So excited for next week though. Seriously, I want this." You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and Earving chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to it too." He lifted your hand, cupping his other over your knuckles and caressing your wrist with his thumb. "Look, I have to go do patrol with Mindstorm, but maybe we could hang out when I get back?"

"I would really like that." You gently pulled him toward you and rose up on the toes of your boots to kiss the cheek of his mask. He chuckled adorably when you did, pressing your knuckles to the mouth of his mask.

"I'll see you later then." He released you to start a walk down the hall, glancing at you one last time before disappearing around the bend of the hallway.

You stared after his exit in silence, inhaling a deep breath. Noir was a sweet guy. And for once, you just wanted to go on a date with someone and have a good time. God, you couldn't remember the last time you had even gotten laid. Soldier Boy always interrupted. Always. You knew it was purposeful. If he couldn't have you, then no one would, as he so reminded you several times.

"You fuckin' whore." It was Soldier Boy. You knew it. He was the only person who ever dared talk to you like that to your face. You didn't give him the satisfaction of attention and you began walking away. His boots stomped against the marble floor, echoed through the empty hallway. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" You didn't answer once more, continuing in stride, and Soldier Boy was hot at your heels.

You were suddenly being snatched by the back of your neck. Your face being slammed into a wall, it left a crater like hole. You fought back.

"Fuck you." You got out of the hold easily, but instead of wasting your energy and physically fighting him like you always did, you paused. Soldier Boy stared at you, having braced for a fist to the gut or a slap across the face or a flying fireball of rage. His handsome face was contorted in disgust, lips turned down, eyes narrowed. "I'm sick of this, Ben. I'm sick of you constantly hovering over me. Do you not have better things to do?!"

"I'm the leader of this team."

"Bullshit excuse for treating me like I'm your fuckin' puppet." You crossed your arms so as to control the urge in yourself to hit him, hands balled up into fists.

"It's the same song and dance with you, hot stuff. If you just gave me a chance, I wouldn't bother you all the time."

"I'm not yours. I'm. Not. Yours." You emphasized each word with a snarl. "You have a fiancé! You have thousands and thousands of girls swooning after you! You have everything you want. You don't need me!" The corner of his lip twitched, his hands rose to his hand, and he turned his head away. "I want to live, Ben. I want to go out and date and have fun with someone. I am not your girl."

"But you can be. Just give me a chance." He said in a low gravelly tone, his eyes sparkling when they looked up to you. You hated the way your heart swelled, you shook your head.

"Ben, you don't want me." You chewed the inside of your cheek. "If you're with me, then you're only with me. And you can't do that." His demeanor shifted and he chuckled, itching his nose.

"Is that what you're saying? This whole time you've been acting like this over monogamy?" *Unbelievable!* You wanted to scream. He held his arms wide open. "Just say the word. I'll leave Countess. Never bed another woman again. Tell me."

"No." You answered firmly, "You're gonna' do it." You lurched toward him and jabbed a finger in his chest. "I'm not going to let you use me as an excuse to ease your guilt over you..." You jabbed his chest again. "...whoring around."

"I don't feel guilty for a thing." He muttered in retort.

"Sure." You waited, waited for him to look at you again-*look at me, you piece of shit*- and when he did you saw that he had forfeited. "That's what I thought. You're not gonna' do it." It had only confirmed your suspicions all along. You didn't mean anything to him. You were just another fuck. He just wanted to get the opportunity to control you, to say that he fucked the second strongest member of Payback. "Leave me alone. Please."

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[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Masterlist

Bleach

Akon:

Cuddle HCs

Grimmjow:

Human s/o headcanons

Kenpachi:

Cuddles HCs

Fluff HCs/scenario with strong reader

Muramasa:

Cuddle HCs

Nnoitra:

Cuddle HCs

Shinji:

Cuddle HCs

Starrk:

Fluff headcanons

Ulquiorra:

Fluff headcanons

Descendants

Harry Hook:

fluff headcanons

Ghost Rider

Abigor:

With an asexual reader

Hellsing

Alucard:

Domestic headcanons

Touch starved alucard headcanons

His s/o comforting him after a nightmare headcanons

Pros and cons of Alucard's love Headcanons

Alucard's sleeping habits with and without his s/o Headcanons

Walter:

General/fluff headcanons

Metalocalypse

Magnus Hammersmith:

Fluff one-shot

One Piece

Hody Jones:

Hody with a human s/o

Repo the Genetic Opera

Graverobber:

Fluff headcanons

Pavi Largo:

Insecure Pavi headcanons

Transformers

Ironhide:

(Bayverse)Ironhide x depressed!human!reader one-shot

Soundwave:

(TFP)soundwave x reader: noodle

Vikings

Floki:

Stargazing + cuddles with floki one-shot

Villainous:

Black Hat x demon/eldritch!Reader fluff

[packingpest]

Recently been trying to find fics on wattpad for the r!tgo fandom and Jesus Christ they're all just (character) x readers I DONT WANNA READ ABOUT LOVE (Excluding the Graverobber goes to McDonald's fic that was horrendous/pos lmao) I WANNA READ ABOUT ORGAN REPOSSESSION, DRUG ABUSE, AND SADNESS!!!!!!!!!

I better finish my parody fic asap lmao

PLEASE WHERE FIND NOT LOVE REPO FICS 😞😞🤧🤧 also The Devil's Carnival fics that arent centered around love too reccomend me some thanks