#it was like the sketchiest place ever???

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Steph: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Rachel: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Mikey: Meet me in the Denny's parking lot for a wizard duel.

Chloe: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Max: What the fuck is wrong with you people!?

[tobns]

snowed in is objectively my best canon thg cast fic and no i will not be taking criticism at this time

[steveharringtonat3am]

Rhythmic romance | drummer!steve harrington x reader | 18+

summary: Robin's drummer friend is hot. What else were you supposed to do? [1.8k]

warnings: SMUT 18+, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of birth control

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You did not want to be at a bar right now. You couldn’t wait to get home, get into bed, and crochet with a sitcom playing in the background until you eventually fell asleep. But it was your best friends’ birthday, so you sucked it up. She insisted on coming to see this band in the sketchiest dive bar you had ever stepped foot in. It was way too crowded and you regret not throwing her a party in your apartment. But from what you can hear, the music is pretty good.

“Here!” Robin hands you a glass of club soda. Being the designated driver was normally fine with you but the pounding music makes you envy her cosmopolitan. She begins pulling you closer to the band and you try to pretend your eardrums aren’t about to burst.

“It’s good!” You nod at her when she looks for your approval. She had mentioned something about knowing the lead singer and the drummer. How? You couldn’t remember the details as they hit a high note louder than you thought possible.

‘Corroded Coffin’ is etched on the front of the drums. It’s actually a pretty cool name. You’re about to ask Robin about it when your eyes drift further and your jaw nearly drops.

Holy shit, the drummer is hot.

So hot, you almost can’t think for a second. He’s sweating from the lights, tanned skin and muscle showing through his white t-shirt that’s almost translucent from the sweat. His gorgeous brown hair is all over the place as he tosses his head back to get some out of his eyes. He’s focused on the beat as his tongue pokes out of his mouth ever so slightly.

You could kill Robin for hiding him from you.

The set feels like it takes forever. Halfway through, Robin tugs you over to a booth where the volume has slightly decreased.

“You said you know the drummer?” You try not to be obvious but she sees right through you.

“You like him, don’t you? He’s a loser you know that right? Like a major loser.” She exaggerates in an obvious way that makes you smile.

“You should have seen this coming. He’s exactly my type.” You grin as you sip your drink and she sighs.

“I know but I hoped you would have higher standards.”

“You do realize he’s your friend right?” That is already a green flag in your mind. No way Robin would be friends with a douche so at the very least he’s nice.

“…Alright fine. Honestly, you two would probably get along well.” She shrugs. Before you can ask much about him though, your eyes lock with his.

“Hey, Rob!” The one with long dark hair greets her as you and the drummer simply look at each other. He’s even prettier up close and you really wanna reach over and fix his hair.

“Hi, Eddie! Hi doofus.” She pushes the drummer on the shoulder and he turns to smile at her.

“Hi, Robin. Did you like the set?” He asks as you pretend your drink is incredibly fascinating.

“Yeah! We both liked it.” She introduces you quickly, putting the name Steve to the face. He reaches out to shake your hand. The contact sends a shiver down your spine but luckily he doesn’t notice. They each slide into the booth, Steve next to you and Eddie next to Robin. You try not to focus too much on his thigh pressed against yours but the warmth of him mixed with his intoxicating cologne is almost too much for you.

The more you get to know Eddie and Steve, the more you understand why Robin was friends with them. Eddie was so funny and nice. Steve was perfect. Kind, has a good sense of humour and is just incredible.

It also helped that he had his hand on your bare thigh.

He had been laughing at something you said, pushing his hair back before letting his hand fall onto your skin, and rubbing it with his thumb. He doesn’t look at you as he does but you swear his smile grows when you tense a bit next to him.

When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stands to let you out, eyes running over you as you walk past him.

The hallways leading to the bathrooms feel like a different, quieter world so you take a moment to yourself. You liked Steve. But you didn’t even know how he felt about you. And you didn’t want this to be some one-night hookup.

“Hey.” As if you summoned him, Steve is walking up to you. He stops in front of where you’re leaning against the wall, caging you in.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he leans in close. Maybe he’s doing it to hear you better but you like to think it’s just to get closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Just needed a break from all that, you know?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt as he nods.

“Course. Though, I gotta say I liked having such a pretty face watching me play. Should come to more shows.” You can’t tell who’s moving, but he’s closer than he was before.

“You gonna give me a reason to?” The teasing smile sends him over the edge as he presses his lips against yours. You melt into it as he steps closer to press you against the wall. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss gets sloppier.

“C’mere.” He breaks the kiss for a second to tug you into the unisex bathroom, locking the door and immediately pressing you against it. You grin into the kiss as your fingers slip through his curly brown locks.

“Gonna let me fuck you in this bar? That desperate for me?” He teases in a way that soaks your panties more than you thought possible.

“L-like you don’t want it just as bad.” You pant, already chasing his lips again. He tugs you over to the sink and pushes you up so you’re sitting on the counter. He’s impossibly close now as your skirt rides up. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh but you’re too focused on his wandering hands, going from your hips to your sides to your ass.

The moan that slips out when he squeezes the flesh would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him. His hands slip to your thighs, rubbing up and down. His fingers brush the edges of the lace and he pulls away from your sloppy makeout to look into your eyes.

“Can I take these off?” His eyes are even prettier clouded with lust. You nod quickly in response and he wastes no time, sliding the fabric down your thighs and pushing it into his pocket. Your comment on that is stifled as he kisses your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider for him and try to ignore the feel of his smirk as his tongue runs up and down your slit.

“Come on Steve!” You whine as you tug his hair. He moans at the feeling and the vibration makes you squirm. Luckily, his grip is iron, so you don’t fall. He continues to lap at you and your orgasm starts to build. Unluckily, this is where he chooses to pull away and stand.

“N-no come on I was close!” You pout at his Cheshire grin.

“I know sweetheart but I need to fuck you. That alright with you?” One look at the bulge in his pants tells you all you need to know.

“Absolutely.” You tug at his belt, undoing it as quickly as possible. He helps with his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free to slap his stomach and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.

Gods, he’s huge.

“Condom or no?”

“I’m on the pill and…you seem clean.” You can’t think straight at this point. Your pussy aches for him to fuck you.

“I am. M’not gonna say no to fucking you raw. God you look hot.” You could orgasm right there but then he’s stepping closer and pressing his fat tip into you.

“Holy-” You grab onto his arm, pressing your face into his shoulder as he sinks in deeper. He hums in acknowledgement, easing in nice and slow.

By the time he’s balls deep, you might be seeing stars but you’d happily die in this moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He mumbles into your ear with a tenderness you don’t expect from a bar fuck. But you suppose Steve wasn’t just any bar fuck.

“Y-yeah. You can move.” You’re pressed together so tight you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

As he starts to fuck you, you press a fist into your mouth to avoid moaning too loud. He quickly ups his pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of skin slapping is sinful but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Holy shit Steve just like that!” You moan into him, holding onto his arms for dear life. He’s making such pretty noises.

“Feel so-fuck-so good sweetheart.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when you clench around him. Both your mouths and chins are covered in saliva but as his thumb runs over your clit, all thoughts go out the window.

“G-god I’m so close Steve.” You’re so close to the edge that it hurts.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He slams into you one more time and you’re seeing stars as pleasure overtakes you. It’s enough to make him cum too, pulling out to paint your thighs with his cum.

You both pant in silence for a second, your head resting against his chest. When you’ve both caught your breath you manage to look at him. He looks as if he’s just come off stage, only less sweaty. You can’t imagine you look any better but the look in his eyes almost convinces you otherwise.

“I-I’ll go out first.” He offers hands quickly fixing your hair into place before stepping away to help you down. Your legs are wobbly but you manage.

“Steve wh-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, with none of the lust from before but just as much passion.

“I’ll take you on a proper date soon okay? I promise.” He kisses your cheek once more before slipping out the door. You rest against the cold porcelain as you mull over what just happened.

You’re gonna have to get Robin one hell of a birthday gift.

[dstryvampres]

hi thats me again 😭 (i hope i'm not annoying or smth) one shot inspired by song "crush" ethel cain with jonathan crane?

you're like the least annoying requester ever ily, you always give me requests that make me so so so passionate about writing. also ty for making me bite the ethel cain bullet this song is goooood.

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary: you find out Jonathan Crane, a past classmate of yours in university, frequents the sketchy bar you work at.

Warnings: smoking(for both you and crane this time!), mention of drug dealing, fingering, nipple play, creampie, spanking once, breeding kink

Word count: 3.1k

Marlboro Reds is one thing that you and Jonathan Crane share in common, but not the only thing you share in common. A quick smoke break helped you discover the other two. Firstly, that you two went to the same university and took the same major during your undergraduate, and would smoke after the exact same class. Secondly, that now, almost eight years after graduating, you both go to the same bar run by Falcone in one of the sketchiest neighbourhoods in Gotham. Important to note that you were a full-time bartender, part-time stage act (only on Tuesdays and Thursdays) here, and Jonathan was merely a patron.

When you first saw Jonathan Crane here, you were stepping out for a five minute smoke break at around 2 am on a pretty mild Saturday. You didn’t take note of anyone in your usually smoking spot, just pressing around in your jacket pockets for your cigarette case and lighter. The cigarette case was in the left pocket of the leather jacket you have on, but you couldn’t find your lighter. You groaned, looking up at the sky. It’s hard to smoke without a lighter, but if you went back inside you were sure someone would put you to work before you could sneak back out.

There was a small click of a lighter to your left. Jonathan Crane, the overly successful psychologist that has an iron grip on Arkham Asylum, was offering you a light. You quickly fumbled around with your cigarette case and pulled one out. Placed the small stick in your mouth before leaning over and lighting it. Took a drag, blowing out the smoke, and letting it float upwards into the same sky you were just cursing.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, as you debated whether or not you wanted to call to attention the fact that you recognized him. You took another drag.

A part of you wanted to, it was crazy to see him in such a shady joint, where most of the criminals he kept under his own watchful eye came before he got hold, or more so the Batman got hold of them. Nevermind the brief stint of conversations you had with Jonathan throughout your undergraduate years because of smoke breaks. Another part of you was able to acknowledge that you worked at a shady joint as a bartender, despite your Bachelor’s degree. It was highly likely that Jonathan would look down on you due to the fact that you were now a bartender instead of a “high-class” job like him, you had all the right to do the same. What was an internationally recognized psychologist doing here?

“Why do you work here?” Jonathan asked, he didn’t look at you only at the end of his own cigarette as he flicked off the ashes.

“Offered better pay and benefits than anything my Bachelor’s could get,” you stated, looking at the wall of the building across from you.

Jonathan hummed in response. You didn’t bother asking him what he was doing here, you’d find out eventually, finishing off your cigarette before going back into the bar.

It would be about three months later that would find out from one of your coworkers that Jonathan was coming in here to receive some chemicals so he could test something out at Arkham. You never pressed any further, that path of life was no longer yours to ask and investigate. At a place like this you learn quickly to not dig into anything, you never know how deep you can go without ending up dead or liable. Which was partially why you kept Jonathan’s little trips here secret, along with the great tips he gave and your attraction to him being reignited.

By late December of that year, about seven months since that first encounter, you knew certain things about Jonathan that made you feel as if you were stepping too close to that danger point. Of course you knew what days he would stop in, Mondays, Fridays, and possibly Thursdays, his enjoyment of martinis with extra olives and spiced rum and cokes, and his usual little routine around the bar. That was the basics, those are what you were allowed to know without any worries. It likely would’ve stayed this way, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were far too attracted to Jonathan.

Your rapid plunge into Jonathan’s life, and eventually his inner circle, started with how all good things start, workplace gossip. Everytime Jonathan came in, someone behind the bar noticed something new about him. One time something as small as a small cut across his lips sent your coworkers into a small frenzy. Someone started a rumour that he got it while fighting the Joker during the rogues recent stay in Arkham, another claimed it was from the Batman himself. No one could agree on which one was true.

Another aiding factor in your relations with Jonathan Crane was your small smoke breaks. Somehow you always caught the psychologist on his own smoke break. At first neither of you shared much dialogue, a quick question of how each other were doing and how work was going before falling into a silence. Until one day when Jonathan asked if you ever dreamed of doing more, leaving the sketchy part of town, seeing what else was out there. There was a pause as you thought.

“I mean, sometimes I daydream about it. Like if I had the money to do what you did, get a PhD in the thing I once loved… Maybe I’d attend Bruce Wayne’s fancy galas and live in an apartment that doesn’t often get raided due to drug lab busts and weapon sales. Who really knows though, maybe I’m destined for where I am,” you shrugged, looking over at Crane.

His eyebrows were furrowed together, like he couldn’t understand why you weren’t jumping, clawing at everyone and everything, to get out, to be more. How could you just brush off the life you are forced to live? Not crave a higher spot?

“Do you like how you live now?” Jonathan asks, flicking ashes from his cigarette.

“I don’t mind it, I’m still alive,” you state, “Do you like how you live now?”

Jonathan took a deep breath in, looking down at the rain soaked pavement. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with the toe of his dress shoe, looking back up at you and locking eyes. His eyes were so blue, so intense, so full of something you just couldn’t understand at that moment.

“I don’t mind it. I’m still here,” Jonathan responds. It's vague, but somehow you get his wording, exactly what he wants to tell you is said.

He leaves without a word and you’re just left alone with your own cigarette and the smoke.

Fourth thing in common about you and Jonathan Crane: maybe your life is just mediocre, and maybe you don’t want much more.

Soon enough Jonathan came to your joint smoke breaks with more questions, and you came with more complex answers. Five minutes wasn’t enough for the two of you to connect, by November you found each other outside of the bar. 5pm to 9pm was just after Jonathan’s shift and just before yours, allowing for a quick dinner chat with one another or any other activity for two individuals in their late twenties. 2am to 7am was just before Jonathan’s work and right after yours, it was during this time that you would have to pick between one of your guys’ houses or the dollar slice pizzeria down the road.

Though it was in none of these places that you and Jonathan shared your first kiss. At 3am just right outside a conscience store on the corner of your street your lips found Jonathan’s. With a Diet Coke in your hand and a packet of nuts in his own hand. It was oddly tender for the passionate, fiery psychologist, he even placed a hand on your cheek during the initial kiss. It was mid November, and by the next day you started to end up waking up beside Jonathan in your bed. His clothes found a home in your laundry, and your clothes were tucked inside his dresser.

Twisted inbetween the exhaustion of living in Gotham, work, and now your weird relationship with Jonathan, you found a new rhythm.

“Nothing Dr Edwin ever taught us was important,” Jonathan huffed out beside you.

The both of you are laying on Jonathan’s bed, a soft light from a lamp on his desk at the opposite side of the room. Allowing you to see how the bones and muscles of Jonathan’s torso contort as he stretches and shifts beside you. He tucks an arm between you and the mattress, almost tangled together, almost sharing an intimate moment.

“You always bitch about that. Dr Edwin was just old fashioned,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

For the last week now, the chilly lacklustre atmosphere of the last week of the year, you’ve finally been able to piece together small portions of Jonathan’s life. Well, maybe not piece together, more like be hit in the face with it. After falling asleep last Wednesday at Jonathan’s place, you woke up and tried to retrieve some fresh clothing. Digging around in his closet you happen across a haphazardly stitched together mask. The craftsmanship is shakey, but it’s obvious the mask serves its purpose when you look at it a little long. A gas mask. More notably it was a scarecrow themed mask. You stuff it back into the drawer where you found it and continued on. This time, you wanted to let Jonathan keep this secret, at least at first.

Soon enough the questions caught up to you. Why would Jonathan need a gas mask? A scarecrow themed one at that? You already knew the answer. If you were right about this, you kind of didn’t care. You didn’t care if Jonathan was Scarecrow. If the man that had been the only person in all of Gotham to share almost every night with you, to sleep skin to skin with you was a bad man, it didn’t matter. Good men die. You’d rather be with someone who you know already cares for you. All the good Jonathan has done for you outways whatever he does out in the city on the nights he doesn’t spend with you.

“What do you do with the drugs you get from your buddies at the bar?” you ask, despite knowing that no matter Jonathan’s answer you’ll still stay.

Jonathan’s silent for a minute, chest moves up and down, getting slightly more rapid.

“I’m testing the concept of fear on patients at Arkham. I know it’s not morally correct, but I believe science and morals don’t always mix,” Jonathan states, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“Okay,” you hum out, rolling over onto your side to cuddle up next to Jonathan. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Jonathan offers back, stroking your cheek lightly with his finger before shutting his own eyes.

Men have done a lot worse, no good man exists really. Everyone has something. You’re no saint, and neither is Jonathan.

Two days later, now tangled on top of your own bed in your apartment. Cars pass by down on the street, despite it being extremely late. Gotham never sleeps. Jonathan presses his lips against yours, hot and needy. Breathing you in. His hands cupping your cheeks, and yours scratching his bare chest lightly. He licks at your lower lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan softly at the action, bucking your hips upward into his.

Jonathan breaks away from the kiss. Placing his thumb on your lower lip and swiping at it, then bringing it to his own mouth and kissing it. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and lightly grabs a handful of hair, exposing your neck to him. You feel his breath tickle your jugular, then soft, almost nonexistent, kisses are placed up and down your neck. He repeats going up and down your neck in feather light kisses three times before he starts trailing sloppy wet ones down your neck. Biting softly in certain areas, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. You hiss and whine at every move he makes down your neck. Moving to wrap your arms around him, leaving small scratches on his back.

The hand in your hair drops to the clasp on the back of your bra, both hands slowly working off the item. Bra hitting the floor beside your bed as Jonathan starts to cup and squeeze your breasts. He kisses both of your nipples before pulling back and looking at your boobs in his hands. Moving his hands to tweak at your nipples, you whine out.

“So beautiful,” Jonathan sighs out, watching both your breasts as he tweaks at your nipples and your face contorted into pleasure.

Jonathan’s weight is pressed on your hips as he continues to toy with your nipples. Sitting on your hips as you lay down, unable to buck your hips in any search for pleasure.

“Oh— fuck, God! Jonathan, my tits are so sensitive right now! please just— ah.” you moan out, moving your hands to grip onto his biceps in support.

Jonathan just grins in response, giving one last pull to your nipples before moving his hands down to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You want me to touch your pussy now sweetheart?” Jonathan asks, toying with the fabric.

You nod eagerly, now able to buck and wiggle your hips to due Jonathan removing his weight off of your hips.

“You gotta speak up,” Jonathan teases, snapping your waistband.

“Yes please! Play with my pussy— all yours,” you whine.

Gasping in relief as he takes your shirts and panties off in one swoop. Though a little devastated Jonathan wasn’t able to admire the lacy black thong you picked out that night.

Jonathan hums as he spreads your pussy lips with his fingers, admiring your wet, hot core. Taking a finger and swiping up and down your cunt, gathering your wetness. He circles his fingers directly outside your opening, causing you to wiggle your hips and whine out. This earns you a small slap on your inner thigh, yelping out in pain.

“If you want something you ask for it,” Jonathan reminds, clicking his tongue.

“Can— oh, fuck— can you give me your fingers?” you ask, batting your eyelashes.

Jonathan instantly complies with your request, slipping two digits into your wet cunt. You gasp out at the intrusion, bucking onto his fingers. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his pace reminds you that he’s merely doing this to stretch you out. You feel his hard-on poking at your thigh, precum staining his underwear.

“So wet for me tonight, aren’t you pretty girl?” Jonathan coos, rubbing his fingers across a sensitive spot in your cunt.

You moan in response, bucking your hips wildly looking for more. He’s right, you’re basically gushing around his fingers, and you already are leaking down your thighs and into the mattress below with just how wet you are. In the cock drunk state you’re in right now, you don’t care.

Jonathan removes his fingers from your cunt. You wiggle your hips in response and furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why Jonathan removed his fingers from your heat. Looking over to find Jonathan freeing his cock from his boxers.

Jonathan’s cock is fat, veiny, and just above average, stretching you out and spearing you. He always leaves you a slobbering mess, begging for his cum and your release by the end of the night. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as you look at Jonathan’s cock, he pumps himself a couple times then lines himself up with you.

There's no warning before Jonathan pushes his cock into you, causing you to yell out a moan. His hands find your hip as he bullies his cock into you, speeding you on it in one thrust. You're gripping at the sheets, legs wrapping around Jonathan’s waist tightly. He pulls out, only leaving his tip in, before Jonathan’s slamming back into you.

A pace is set almost immediately after that first thrust. It’s quick and leaves you moaning pornographically at almost every thrust he makes into you. Jonathan’s lips have come back onto yours, taking small breaks from kissing you to whisper fifth into your ears or to watch your boobs bounce with each thrust. Everytime he pushes into your sopping cunt his cock pressed past your velvety walls into your gummy sweet spot.

“So tight pretty girl, so wet for me too,” Jonathan moans, his breathing slightly increased.

“Fucking me so good,” you slur out in response.

“I’m gonna cum in you, make you all mine,” Jonathan groans, biting down into your neck.

Jonathan’s thrusts start to speed up more afterwards, lifting your hips up to meet his own hips. His balls slap at your ass, making a sound that reverberates around the room with each thrust.

Again, without warning Jonathan pulls out of you and guides you onto all fours before sliding back into you. Grabbing at your hips and fucking you back onto him. He’s groaning loudly as you moan, hitting a new spot inside of you that makes you clench around him tighter with each passing minute. His balls now slap against your clit, providing stimulation there that drives you crazy.

When Jonathan starts to speed up, pace becoming erratic, this extra stimulation on your clit sends you over the edge. Your face being shoved into the pillows as your cunt convulses around Jonathan’s cock. Moaning loudly as you grip onto the headboard of your bed.

“I’m gonna cum inside you— fuck- fuck- fuck- make you all mine,” Jonathan hisses out, burying his cock as far as he can into your cunt.

Bucking his hips in two more times before cumming inside your spent cunt.

You feel as he pulls out of your pussy, a mixture of your cum and Jonathan’s spilling out of you. Jonathan watches it glob out of you, before getting up and grabbing a towel to wipe you up with. Once he’s back he cleans you up, and attempts to do the same with your bed sheets to mediocre results. He throws the towel down and slowly nugs you to the other side of the bed where there isn’t a giant cum stain on the sheets. Laying down beside you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Do you still care for me despite all you know?” Jonathan mumbles, half asleep.

“I haven’t left yet,” you respond.

Taglist: @paradiseprincesss @luluartpop @xanaxiii @galactict3a

[toxicanonymity]

Dude I miss nw!Joel. How’s my man doing?

Night Drives (one shot)

1k words / creepy!joel x fem!reader / master

Warnings/Notes: standalone. creep. c. 2018. non-outbreak AU. Drug use. dubcon. unsafe PIV. Night walks list. request from @alloftheboysivelovedbefore. 

Imagine you’re pretty drunk from a girls night out and you’re talking on the phone with a friend while waiting on your Uber which will be an SUV, middle aged driver, kinda cute.  Guy pulls up in an SUV, rolls down his window, “lookin’ for a ride?” You get in, still talking on the phone, battery getting low.  The driver is wearing PJ pants. Good for him, you think. 

The driver brazenly checks you out as you buckle your seatbelt.   “Well damn, look at you.”  Unprofessional but you’re flattered.  “Where am I  takin’ ya?  Home, I hope?”  He has the address.  Does he really need to know if it’s where you live?   You don’t answer, you keep talking on the phone with your friend, not paying attention to anything else.  He lights up a joint. You don’t really mind, even though this is the sketchiest Uber driver ever.  

Finally, your phone dies. The driver starts hitting on you, eating you alive with his eyes, draping his hand over the center console, not quite touching you but in your space.  “Like to party?” he asks. 

You’re drunk enough to play along.  “Yeah, I guess.”  

"Knew you were a bad girl." He tries to hand you the joint but you don’t take it.  He checks you out again. "Damn, you're hot,” he says.  You’re becoming more attracted to him as the drive goes on.  He says, “How’d I get this lucky? Damn.”  His fingertips start to graze your bare thigh and you don’t bother tugging your dress down or pushing him off.  It’ll be over soon, you’ll never see him again, no harm in a little flirtation.  “Right place, right time I guess," he mutters.

-

Next thing you know, he’s parking the car.  Not at your house. 

“Where are we?” you ask, confused.  

“This is home, baby.”  He turns off the car.  “C’mon, let’s have a drink.  Got some real good shit inside, too.”  

You look confused.  “What’d you say your name was?”

“Joel.  And I don’t need yours, ‘less you want me sayin’ it later.” 

The blood drains from your face as you realize this is not your Uber driver.  “You’re not Uber, are you?” 

“Shit, no.  I look like an uber driver to you?” 

Now you’re screwed.  Your phone is dead, you have no idea where you are.  He pretends to be sympathetic about the confusion and says he wishes he could help but he has a flip phone and it’s dead, too.  He doesn’t have a car charger. But you’re welcome to come inside and use his computer so y’all can get some directions.  You can have a drink while you wait.  

-

Against your better judgment, you go into the basement with him and he secures both locks, making your stomach turn.  He motions to the couch for you to sit down.  He finds a cord for your phone instead of his, a welcome surprise that puts you at ease.  He also getas out that good weed he was talking about and brings you an IPA.  You sit down on the couch while you wait for it to charge, and he sits next to you, far too close, with his arm across the back of the couch behind you. The basement is dimly lit and the situation couldn’t be more sketchy, and yet something is stirring between your legs.

He lights up the joint then puts it up to your mouth and you accept. “Attagirl,” he says. 

Your arousal grows as his hand drifts to your thigh and lightly strokes your skin.  

As though reading your mind, he says, “Sugar, don’t worry ‘bout what you should be doin’.  Go on, drink your beer.”  You take a sip, you’re starting to sober up way faster than you want to.   His fingers stroke higher on your thigh, lifting up your dress.  “We can do whatever we want,”  he says in a low rumble. 

He leans closer and the hand behind you makes its way to your bare shoulder.  You put the beer back down.  The hand on your thigh creeps to your inner thigh.  Before you know it, he’s nudging your panties aside feeling how wet you are for him.  “Fuck yeah,” he whispers.  “God, you’re fuckin’ hot.”  

-

He leans over and kisses you, then keeps leaning, the force of his kiss sending you down on your back.  He’s a good kisser.  His upper body is against yours.  Before you know it he’s all the way on top of you, waistband pulled down, with his massive wood grinding against your soaked panties and you’re moaning into his mouth.  

“That’s right, baby, all yours.” He pushes two fingers inside you.  “Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ 'bout.  You let him take your panties off, hungry for his cock, and when you feel his tip at your entrance, he can’t be inside you fast enough.  He grunts as he impales you with his log, stiff member, and holy shit does he feel good.  

“Fuck yeah, baby.  Damn you feel good.”  He really, really does, too.  Far too good.  Upsettingly good.  He looks good too, damnit.  His arms bulge out of his t-shirt as he hovers over you, slamming his thick cock into you.  He fucks you nice and hard.  “Love how you take this cock, baby.”  He speeds up a little and you start to moan more vocally.  “Hell yeah,” he pants. 

He really knows what he’s doing. He wraps one of your legs around him and keeps pounding you, kissing you, sucking your neck. Next thing you know, you’re coming. “Yeah, come on this cock.”  You come hard, then he puts you in a mating press and pulses inside you.  You don’t even move to stop him. You take your pills pretty good, anyway.   

By the time you recover, your phone is charged and you’re actually not that far from home, it turns out.  You let him give you a ride home for real this time.  The whole thing is surreal.  

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I know what happens after NW pt 5, I just have to write it (clown emoji).  I guess I’m having fun exploring his history as a menace meanwhile. 

as always thank you for reading & engaging! y'all are the best.

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NW: @tehweeana @cutesyscreenname @ele-meno-p

[norel-ravenclaw]

Into My Web

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Featured characters: Zestial x gn reader, Alastor

Rating: sfw

Word count: 1300

Description: A soul out of time, you arrive in Hell and make friends with Alastor, who introduces you to the oldest Overlord in the Pride ring - Zestial.

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | mentions of murder and brief gore | the plague! no?! yes!! | am I delighted to use my old English knowledge from years of bible study to write for a deeply impure hell show? fuck yes I am -> will used instead of wilt throughout, iykyk |

A walk through the sketchiest part of town means little with the Radio Demon on your arm. Or so you thought, until even he suddenly becomes tense.

A stranger steps into your path, denizens and low ranking overlords fleeing in terror from the glimpse of virulent green flashing beneath his cloak. Tall and slender, a mysterious aura of a sort of passive menace emanating from him.

When he speaks, his low voice and old English pique your curiosity. “Good morrow, Alastor.”

“Ah! Zestial, what a pleasure to see you again.”

The demons incline their heads in a gesture of elegant politeness lost to older eras, stark contrast to the chaos their combined presence is creating on the street.

“Likewise.” Six fathomless eyes emitting a faint neon glow fix on you in a distinctly predatory appraisement. “And who might this creature be who hast gained thine attention?”

Alastor’s smile takes on even more of a strained tint. “Of course.” He introduces you politely, then adding, “And this is Zestial Morde, the most ancient overlord in the Pride ring.”

Having somewhat of an old fashioned personality is what made Alastor choose your company over the other residents of the hotel in the first place, so it’s no difficulty leaning into that here. You dip your head and half bow while still holding Alasor’s arm. “A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Zestial hums low in his throat. “What year didst thou die, sinner?”

“This year, sir.”

Alastor gestures animatedly with his cane. “Why only just recently! They arrived in quite the state, which I was most pleased to have the privilege of witnessing~”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, biting your cheek at the memory.

Zestial’s eyes narrow in interest. “I am most intrigued. Thou must relay to me the story.”

Alastor glances further up the road. “Alas, I have a meeting in a few minutes on behalf of the princess, but I’m certain my friend would love to entertain you.”

“Excellent.” Moving with quick grace, Zestial moves to your side and captures your arm. “Do convey my well wishes to Carmilla.”

“But of course.” Alastor bows to the both of you with a flourish before leaving you alone with… a demon even he seems wary of.

His presence at your side dwarfs you, hiding you from the meagre light of the hellish sky in his shadow. “Come, I will make thee a drink.”

“If you like.”

You pointedly ignore the scattering demons as he leads you to a warehouse-like building, bowing gallantly for you to enter the elevator first. Once inside, the scenery changes as dramatically as you could imagine.

Heavy stone and sconces mimicking torches line the walls of the opulent space. Dark green velvet curtains, ancient looking Persian rugs, and moth eaten tapestries transform a simple office into a medieval palace.

One of the tapestries catches your eye, your feet stopping as the faded scene captures your attention.

A dark haired man in a green cape holds a long sword in one hand, and a scale overflowing with gold coins in the other. At his feet is a slain dragon in a pool of toxic green blood. The heroic scene is overlaid a classic four square shield-shaped crest, its faint contrast symbols nearly lost to time beneath a layer of deeply ingrained soot, the bottom corner burned away completely as though it was barely rescued from a fire.

Zestial stops with you, making a small sound of surprise. “Ah, my hearaldric portrait… Mm, not even Carmilla has ever asked about these.”

“It sounds as though you are friends with her?”

“Just so. She died in the Spanish old west, a powerful figure already. One of the few to arrive in hell with child.” He trails off in front of another tapestry, this one in an even worse state than the first.

A simple artist’s rendition of a noble family stares somberly from the ancient weave. A young looking woman holds a baby with a tall man behind her. To each side are knights in different regalia.

“…There is something in thy nature that nearly reminds me of her. Though in truth I hardly knew her before the plague arrived.” His monstrous eyes consider you with a melancholic look before he ushers you down the hall. “Forgive mine ramblings, how uncouth,” he half mutters.

“Not at all. If anything, I’d love to hear your stories.” You chuckle wryly. “There’s sure to be more interesting than mine.”

He flicks on the light in the parlour, allowing you a brief glimpse of the smile on his lips. “Well, perhaps I shall accept thine offer. But first, coffee or tea?”

“Tea is fine, thank you.”

He sets to work at the bar while you settle in a well-worn armchair. This room is decorated with weapons and skulls, clearly where he usually entertains, (see: intimidate).

You watch as he uses his power to heat the teapot, then brings the cups over.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Of course. Now, pray tell me the tale of thy arrival.” He smirks knowingly.

You laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Ah, well… When I first, er, manifested here, two cannibals immediately attacked me. I still hardly know how I managed to fight them, much less win. I stole their clothes and… took one of their arms as a makeshift weapon. Alastor found me trying to catch my breath after running all the way from there to the hotel.”

Zestial laughs heartily. “Ah, I see why the fiend wast amused. I am impressed by thy strength and reason in the midst of unfathomable new circumstances.”

You blink in surprise at his easy praise, saluting you with a raised teacup. You smile bashfully and return the gesture. “…Thank you.”

“Tell me, dost thou posses Sinner Powers, by chance?”

The blood drains from your face. Shit… Of all your talents, lying is not one of them.

The air suddenly grows cold as the demon sets down his teacup. You hardly manage to do the same before he is leaning over you threateningly.

You sink back into the chair, not wanting to meet his eye. “…It’s hardly anything that could be exploited.”

A long clawed finger comes to your chin, deceptively gentle as he lifts your face to look at him. “Thou will show me.”

In the quiet room, your panicked heartbeat is the only thing that can be heard. His many green eyes pin you to the spot, his dark face the only place of reprieve in your line of sight as his outstretched arms reveal the full neon display of his inner cloak.

He stares you down patiently, his power and threat made even more intimidating with his silence. The absoluteness of his authority and inevitably of your compliance a certainty in both your minds.

Unable to look away, you raise a hand and show him a small ball of power coalescing on your trembling palm.

He removes his hand from your chin to tease at it with his claws. “Good. Mm, it seems thy power is not strong. But that can be changed. Thou will return here every week to train. In return for my assistance, you will-”

A visceral emotion rips through you, and you push a hand against his chest. “I’m not going to become a soldier for you! I didn’t survive all this just to fight someone else’s battles!”

He reflexively traps your hand against his chest, his narrowed eyes searching you as he keeps you pinned. “Mm, such fire~”

Your heart clenches painfully as he leans closer, terrified of what he will do. Practically holding your breath as his own caresses your neck… soon followed by his claws.

“Thou will choose to stand by me, in the end. Mark mine words. Thy fire shall be in my hands.” You gasp as his hand trails down your collarbone over your chest. “And so shall thy heart.”

His low voice in your ear makes you shiver, and he chuckles. “Already thou hast willingly walked into mine web, my dear~ Do not look at me with such fear. Mine is precisely the poison you crave, is it not?”

Thank you for reading! I am motivated by interaction, so if you want more content from me, please let me know! I’ll probably post the Angel Dust fic tomorrow. Stay tuned in a few minutes for a poll!

[asouefanworkevent]

another fall is upon us! another woevember is coming!!

what is it?

woevember is an asoue fanwork event week, that will take place from november 12th through november 18th, 2023. last year there was a different group of characters each day, and this year, each day of the week is dedicated to a different location for a series of unfortunate events or all the wrong questions.

what do i do?

the prompts will be revealed now, so everyone has time to make something. between now and the week of november 12th, you’ll create fanworks about the prompts, and then post it on the corresponding day during november 12th - 18th!

don’t forget to tag this tumblr (asouefanworkevent) in the post so i can find it and reblog it, and tag the post with #woevember !

what do you mean by fanwork?

everything! fanfic and fanart are of course allowed, but woevember has always been meant to be an event that is as big or as little effort as you want! fanwork also means edits, gifs, analysis posts, headcanons!! your cosplay!! your photography!! your photosets!! your web weaving!! your super short fics!! your sketchiest drawings!! your most ramble-y half-fic idea posts!! your wip scenes!! you merely saying 'lemony snicket, though. am i right?????' (and you are. you're so right.) whatever you are moved to make from the prompts! i want people to be encouraged to and be able to create even something small that didn’t exist before for the snicketverse, and share it with other people!

are there any rules?

to keep the event open and comfortable for everyone, no explicit content. also, as always, sibling romance and age gaps will not be tolerated.

do i have to make something for every day?

only if you want to! feel free to just make something for one day if you want :) the point of having a different theme for each day is so some part of canon that you like comes up eventually, and you can at least make something for one of the days. or you get struck by an idea you might not have considered before! i want to get people thinking about all the intriguing people and places in asoue and atwq and the exciting different ways we can interpret and create from the same idea.

what are the prompts?

the description under each prompt is just some ideas to get your brain going -- feel free to take them in another direction too!

november 12th - olaf's mansion

to celebrate the 24th anniversary of the bad beginning! what becomes of the house post-canon? was it olaf's family home? what sort of nefarious, or, perhaps, completely innocent shenanigans have occurred here, pre-canon? does this house also have a secret passage somewhere?

november 13th - the baudelaire mansion

did beatrice and bertrand build the mansion? what sweet pre-canon moments have we missed with the baudelaire children and their parents? what visitors came there? do people still think the mansion remains are haunted post-canon? what sort of new home do the baudelaires make for themselves when they return to the city?

november 14th - the clusterous forest

the wild and lawless place. what was it before the water was removed? what sort of beach or shore was there? where did the water go? does it ever come back? what does lemony, or anyone else, find in there? does another train ever come through after the thistle of the valley? do the stain'd-by-the-sea crew ever go in to investigate it? what sort of rumors might be created about a place like the clusterous forest?

november 15th - the hotel denouement

the last safe place! is it vfd-owned, or denouement-owned? what happens down in the archives? are the archives ever found? what sort of firefighter or firestarter meetings have taken place here? what relationship might they have with the preludio hotel? what were the denouements up to at the hotel? what hotel, or what sort of home in general, might frank and ernest create for themselves post-canon, with dewey's absence?

november 16th - the masked ball

the duchess of winnipeg's masked balls have so much potential! what happened at that last one, where lemony tried to contact beatrice? when was that? what happened at past balls? what is the duchess's relationship with the parties? (whether the duchess is jacquelyn or r or jacquelyn is r's daughter is up to you, dear reader!) what costumes do they all pick! or is there even a different masked ball you might have in mind?

november 17th - the reptile room

to also celebrate the 24th anniversary of the reptile room! what becomes of this house post-canon? how did monty come to own the reptile room, where does his herpetology career fit into vfd? why was the quagmire mansion connected to it? how did jacques get there and find quigley? what other moments with the baudelaire children in the reptile room might we have missed -- or pre-canon moments with the baudelaire parents? do not forget about our beloved, the incredibly deadly viper!

november 18th - free space!

there's tons of other locations, too! prufrock prep, heimlich hospital, 667 dark avenue, paltryville, caligari carnival, the city, the punctilio, veblen hall, the orion observatory, the opera, the sewers, the hemlock tearoom and stationery shop, the museum of items, the museum of bad breakfast, the snicket mansion, the quagmire mansion, the island, the mortmain mountains, lucky smells lumbermill, wade academy, killdeer fields, anwhistle aquatics, the queequeg? or do you care not for locations! use the free space to write about the character or relationship or thought of your choosing!

if you have any questions about anything, feel free to drop me an ask or a message!

happy creating, and i hope to see lots of you november 12th-18th!! ✨

[that-gay-person-27]

Spencer Reid Imagine Part 1

I sat crying on my bed…again. It’s been 85 days since Spencer went to prison, and 80 days since I was last allowed to see him let alone have any sort of communication with him. After the first visit it was hard to see him, he already looked so broken, and when I went back again fr the second time I had found that my name was no longer on his list. I couldn’t see who was on the list, but from the pitiful stare of the prison guard I knew that I was the only one taken off of that stupid fucking list. I know that at some point I had to move on from this and get back into my life instead of wallowing away in my self pity. I got up and out of my bed and got myself fully ready for the day so that I could get myself a pick-me-up, and that’s how I ended up here. At the sketchiest record/book store that you could possibly imagine. From the outside it looks like the kind of place that someone wild get murdered in, but on the inside it feels cozy because of the soft lighting and the faint song of music playing in the background. While looking through some records I caught a glimpse of messy hair go by the window. I miss him so much that my mind is playing tricks on me…fuck. After leaving the record store I got a call from Penelope. “Hey Penelope, you know that I love hearing your voice, but why are you calling?” “Well girl genius, cause you asked so nicely, I just wanted to see if you heard the news! I haven’t heard from you in a while so I thought that I would just check up on you”“What news are you talking about Penelope?”“Wh-what do you mean, they didn’t tell you…he didn’t tell you?”“Who Penelope?”“It’s Spence…he got out…like three days ago.”I start to tear up and try to keep my voice levelled, as to not concern Penelope.“I’m going to have to let you go Pen, I have to figure some things out. I love you, bye.”I hang up before she can speak any further, and that’s when I fully broke down, angry tears running down my face. I wasn’t just sad, I was angry! He promised that I would be the first person that he would tell if he got any news about getting out of prison, or for anything else, and then he broke that fucking promise. I went back to my apartment after some creepy old guy kept on asking me some awkward sexual questions based off of my emotional state.

When I got back to my apartment I took the elevator up to my floor and when the doors opened there was Spencer, looking guilty and emotional. Instead of scoffing I took a deep breath and proceeded to fish my keys out of my bag, quietly opening the door to my apartment not saying a word to Spence… no Spencer. “I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking and I know that you’re mad but I’m here now so doesn’t that count for anything?”I stay silent.“Will you please just talk to me?”“Spencer, I will say this as nicely as possible, so will you please just leave and we’ll talk about this later.”“Can’t we just talk, I don’t know why you need to take some time but-““But what Spencer? I had to find from someone else that my boyfriend was let out of prison three fucking days ago and not once did you ever try to let me know?”“I know, and I’m sorry-““You were released three days ago and you didn’t even come home. This is your home…I thought I was your home, your family. Where did you even stay?”“I stayed at a friends house while I got back some sense of normal.”“What friend, what was his name?”He began to speak but stopped, head hanging low.“What was his name?”Very silently he said a name I hoped I would never hear again “Maeve”.A couple years back, before me and Spencer were dating, Spencer got out of a relationship with Maeve after he cheated on Spencer, got pregnant, and tried to convince him that he was the babys father.  She also caused him to relapse after I helped him got clean“Spencer, I will ask you one more time, will you please leave so I can compose myself as much as possible so that I might be ready to talk to you and not go fucking crazy.”He doesn’t say anything more and just gives a pathetic nod before he turns around and walks out the door, closing the door behind him.

I grab my phone and call Penelope.“Hello you beautiful amazing human being! How may I help you on this not so fine-fine day?”“Hey Penelope, could tell me who was on Spencers visitors list. I just need to double check something.”“Of course lovely, there’s Me, Rossi, JJ, Luke, Tara, Stephen, Emily, and…oh…”The line goes silent.“Penelope, was the last name on the list Maeve.”“It was and I am so incredibly sorry, if there’s anything I can do then just let me know. I am here for you.”“Thanks Penelope, I’ll talk to you later.”That’s how I ended up in my bed again, only this time I wasn’t wondering when the love of my life would be released from prison. I was instead wondering what the fuck I was going to do now. What will happen next?

[metalsongoftheday]

Wednesday, March 6: Saxon, "State of Grace" [ENCORE]

The Today’s Metal Tune tumblr posted its first song March 5, 2014.  Amazingly, 10 YEARS LATER we are still here and going strong.  A huge THANK YOU to everyone that has followed, liked, reblogged and commented over the past 10 years, this tumblr has been a passion project that took on a life of its own and far exceeded humble expectations, and that is all because so many have listened and gotten in on the fun.  To celebrate the past decade, we are revisiting some favorites from the early years.  Stay Metal everyone, there’s much more still to come…

The Inner Sanctum marked the return of longtime drummer Nigel Glockler after a 10-year absence, which was noteworthy since Glockler’s playing frequently elevated even Saxon’s sketchiest material.  But more than that- or maybe because of that- the album contained a hunger and forcefulness that reasserted Saxon’s vitality, and featured one of the best winner-to-filler ratios in the band’s entire discography.  And nowhere was this show of strength more apparent than in the opening “State of Grace”, which was Saxon at its ass-kicking best.  Not coincidentally, it was Glockler’s thunderous double-kick drumming that powered the show, propelling the song with more intensity than most younger metal bands could pull off.  And even though the chanting monks at the beginning and middle were clichéd (and 15 years too late), “State of Grace” was one of the best opening tracks Saxon ever recorded.  The riffing was tasteful, forceful and atmospheric in the right places, and Biff Byford delivered his admittedly silly lyrics with perfect conviction. If anyone needed convincing that Saxon could still be a relevant force in metal, one listen to “State of Grace” eliminated any doubt.

[jeridoesntdourls]

15 for all three MCs! :D

HIIII OMG TYSM FOR ASKING!!! This was actually kinda tough(especially Medea), I think all of them are so caught up in their own dramas that a vacation seems so far away- this might be the one time I'm writing them happy and taking a break LMAO

MEDEA

Best of luck trying to get them to take a vacation. Would rather chew glass than feel like she’s out somewhere enjoying herself while people need her. Because of this, I don’t think they’d ever go of their own accord but they CAN be convinced by a friend or a lover.

On the vacation itself, I don’t think they’d have much of a preference. I feel like Medea would enjoy quieter more rural places than bustling cities but enjoys art and architecture so much that they might brave a place like fantasy Florence.

Really hard to make her let loose but after she does she spends all her time taking photos and buys trinkets things from every place you visit. Has a big shelf at home where she keeps them all, it’s one of the only things she has the energy to dust semi-regularly.

Gets way too attached to street dogs and cats and cries a little when they have to leave the cat they kept seeing around the place you guys were staying at.

Gets homesick very quickly.

ATTIS

CAN. NOT. PICK. A. SINGLE. PLACE. He’s thrilled to be going somewhere away from his duties but is 100% paralyzed from having to choose. Gets carsick (carriage sick? horse sick?) extremely easily and has to have pee breaks every half hour.

Has a preference for beaches and more social/extroverted places. The highlight of every trip is the food and the drinks. Has a knack for befriending locals and tryhards at it so much it’s kinda pathetic.

Tries to learn how to surf. Fails miserably.

Despite being a pain in the ass, he prefers to travel in groups instead of alone or just with one person. Happy to stay at whatever the fantasy equivalent of an airbnb just having a cookout (churrasco) and playing cards (truco) (he actually hits people during truco and yells so loud you swear this is why the locals hate him).

Tries everything he can get his hands on. Goes on the sketchiest of motorcycle tours and eats the weirdest seafood combos.

Always remembers to buy a little souvenir for his sister.

BOREA

I’ve said this before but Borea is THE nerd of the nation. Her idea of a vacation is just to have enough time to read up on specific magic books that aren’t for work.

Although, she would love to travel to other places, especially places with a lot of historical sites and the such. If she were to ever visit Vesuvia again I’d imagine she’d enjoy touring the collusium and learning all of it’s bloody past. Because of her being in Vesuvia during the red plague (which is how she knows Asra and the MC) I feel like she’d be a bit aloof despite her enjoyment.

If she ever goes somewhere else she WILL be the type of person to meticulously plan every day by the hour and get slightly upset if it doesn’t go as she thought it would. If you go to an amusement park with her your going on at least 6 high tier rides before lunch. Optimizing queen.

LOVES TRAVELLING BY BOAT. Before her parents both decided to become posh diplomats, they were a predominately fisherman family and so some of her best childhood memories involve taking the boat out and watching the sun rise. Is content to just kinda cruise around on a fishing boat, going from neighboring country to country and reading all day.

Would enjoy going to a colder place just because she likes fashion that’s warmer but likes tropical climate best either way.

ANYWAY HERES DRUE!!!!!

(so sorry if i missed anything in his design! I rushed a bit to draw these before I had to give a lecture so I didn't have much time :/ WOULD LOVE TO DRAW HIM SOME MORE IN THE FUTURE)

[alltheficsiwant]

Watched

Watched | A Foxy 🦊 and Wolfie 🐺 One Shot

Summary: Weeks after the encounter with James Barnes or Wolfie inside your head. You embarked on a journey of discovery as you learned who he really was. During those times, he was radio silent. You don’t know why, he seemed eager that night to know you but you took it as a win. You are not by any means going to be involved with the fucking Mob Boss of New York city despite how fucking beautiful he is.

Not until one day, you felt like being watched and you know your effort to come to the police is futile. So, you decided to ask for help. Cash in a favor. After all, he owes you one right? 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, stalking and being stalked, police ignorance and possible assault. If you are triggered about this, please read with CAUTION. On a good note, this also have fluff and comic relief.

Words: 7.1 k

Ratings: 18+ Minors DNI

Author's Note: I was hoping to make this spicy but I ended up making this a bit cute on the end with lots of innuendos. BUT don't fret. I'm gearing up for a spicy encounter with these too but NOT TODAY.

This is also like kind of a sequel of one of my one shots, When Foxy meets Wolfie. Check it out through my Master List link below. :)

Disclaimer: I have not beta reader. I do apologize for my mistakes and errors in terms of grammars. Please do message me if I miss something with my warnings.

Main Masterlist

New York is always filled with people and if you live here long enough. You would be able to at least recognize the regular people. Yes, you might be a person who loses touch of her surroundings but it always has been when you are coding. Though when you are walking around the city that never sleeps. Well, you are as alert as a fucking fox.

Huh, maybe that is why you also named yourself Foxy (You already admitted it was because of your Naruto addiction but nobody has to know about that.). But since the past few weeks, you swear there is someone following you. You could feel eyes watching your every move.

You are quite secure with your identity remaining anonymous to the internet or even on the dark web. After all, you are a good hacker, you just chose not to be a hacker and instead dedicate your life to coding for robotics and tech with Shuri. You already have back up plans in case a cyber bullying would happen (highly unlikely, you hate social media.) or when your accounts or identity is suddenly stolen (that is impossible. You made that sure but still…).

You never really slipped up when you do a thorough background check even to the sketchiest people. That includes the socialites of New York specifically, James Buchanan “White Wolf” Barnes.

Now you get why Shuri named him that. That is basically his name now, the White Wolf of New York. Known for owning the business conglomerate, Barnes Incorporated. An old family business that started in a very familiar place. Brooklyn.

Before he was the King of New York, he was the Boss of Brooklyn known as the Winter Soldier. How do you know this? A magician never tells their secrets. But you found pictures of him and reports of news that involves him.

Though you can’t quite figure out when he had the metal arm. It's a story you're going to ask him if he ever calls or text. The only thing he sent you was an emoji of a wolf just so you can save his number. Then silence. Not that you are waiting for him to text back or call. He’s dangerous but he owes you a favor. So he said so.

Anyway, you had to use the very same emoji and save his name as “Wolfie” . You can’t resist. After all, all the names in your contacts are a total of six plus Wolfie now that he is in it. Shuri is a “Cub” with a picture of a tiger. T’challa is a “Panther” with a picture of a black cat. Tony Stark is “Old Man” with a metal gun (Yes you know him and wish you didn’t because he constantly annoys the hell out of you). Wanda is “Witch” which has the devil emoji (She never took offense to it. After all, your friendship with her happened in a dark place. Another story to tell on another day.) Then her brother, Pietro, whom you named “QuickSilver” with the running emoji. Of Course your Mother who you named “Ghost” with a ghost emoji because let’s face it. She was only a ghost in your life. Only there but never really present, ya know?

Since finding out about him, you have felt as if you are being watched. You are sure you made the precaution when you gathered the intel about him. Maybe he had a taboo kind of thing on his name when searched?

You only learned about his business (which screams MOB all over it) and some of his personal information.

Name: James Buchanan Barnes

Parents: George Barnes and Winnifred Barnes

Siblings: Rebecca and Sarah Barnes

Age: 31 years old.

Birthday: Unknown 

If you are asked what is the best information about him, his marital status. Single. You don’t know why you are relieved but your stomach did a flip on that or it might just have been a facade. You know, he might be secretly married and cheating— Okay, Y/N you gotta chill my girl. 

This is not a fucking novelesque life or fiction. This is real life, as real as it can be at least for you.

Besides a man like that, you can’t help but sigh as you scroll through the plethora of pictures of him in various business functions and news. He was quite an eye candy.

A best piece of candy– maybe more edible than your gummy bears but you wouldn’t admit that. You won’t betray your favorite candy that way.

Focusing on the situation at hand, since obsessing about him by searching through the world wide web and trying to know much about him. You swore someone is watching you.

Your fears were confirmed when you noticed someone new on the route you take to go to your grocers which is coincidentally your route to work too. For the past weeks, it has been busy in Wakanda Industries and Shuri has asked you to come in at the labs to work hands-on. After all, she needs extra hands that she trusts to handle the vibranium that came in from their country.

You noticed him at first, he was tall and towers over you. You never really noticed him until he stood beside you. He was broad too and you knew he could easily manhandle you. He wears a cap over his head all the time and the same black bomber jacket and straight blue jeans. He is also wearing working boots. 

The reason why he raised a red flag, because usually a few people in New York do greet you. Contrary to people’s statement, if you are a regular around the neighborhood, people greet you. Sometimes, foreigners do that and that makes them stand out but this man. Oh boy, this man scares the crap out of you.

If he greeted you properly you wouldn’t have thought about him but the way he specifically reached out to you to tap your shoulders.

“Hey” He breathed out as he smiled or smirked?? You don’t know but it floored you when you saw his eyes. It was dark and fucking dangerous. You scrambled away from him after that, not bothering to greet back. Not your finest moment and you might have thought to toughen it up. But what happened at the club did a number on you. Men these days are more fucking aggressive and why do they choose to be one when you decided to take part in the real world.

That is why you wanted to stay at your apartment and code. Coding can only hurt you because it was a mistake you made that made it wrong. People? Well, you barely cope up with your mother’s absence and mistakes. You can’t deal with them at all.

Since then, you noticed him everywhere and your mind concluded (rather cursed) that it might be James Barnes’ fault that you are now being followed.

You are so regretting giving his number or even getting involved with him. It’s not totally worth it to stare into beautiful blue eyes and have the interest of one of the most eligible bachelors in New York when you might end up in a ditch somewhere.

So, you made a logical move, and reported it to the police. Though, you knew better. Not that you are bashing the police force but the people in Brooklyn PD? Is such a fucking waste of time.

You compiled pictures and evidence. Even the times when he followed your route to the T and even came into the same coffee shop as you. You even brought Wanda into it.

The people in the police station, specifically that dumb brunette that manned the desk for this kind of reports scoffed at you.

“Miss, it just looks like he walks and goes to the stores you are in as a regular. I’m sure you just noticed him now but we would ask around,”

Ask around my ass. That already happened a week ago and they never get back to you.

Now you are walking yet again to your home and you know he is right behind you. You could hear the gum he was chewing. You had your headphones on and no music playing. Afraid that if you got caught up with the sound, you might not hear him approaching.

You just want to get home safe. It's that too much to ask? You decided to pull out your phone. You have to call someone, anyone. 

You looked at the six contacts and sighed. Shuri and T’challa are out of the question. The former is still busy in the labs when you leave the building. The latter is off in Wakanda despite your salary. International calls are expensive. You don’t want to blow him up after all despite being CEO, he is still a fucking king of the country.

Your mom is also out because that woman never answers a call even when it was from her precious daughter. Pietro is a no go, its a middle of the fucking week, he might be somewhere even out of New York. You don’t even know what he does exactly but he is out most of the time.

Wanda is ideal so without thinking you dialed her up and prayed to whoever is listening to let her answer. You continue to walk aimlessly. Trying to make the guy think you are going off somewhere but he never faltered in following your steps.

Though your hope was dashed when it went to voicemail.

“Heya! This is Wanda, if I haven’t answered in the third ring. It means I’m busy, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you babes,”

“Wands, I kinda need you right now. Someone is following me,” You whispered to your phone. You tried to discreetly look back and you knew you shouldn’t have done that because now the man is staring straight ahead at you. His almost black irises turned darker as he grinned at you. He looks so damn familiar but you can’t quite place where you last saw him. You decided that it doesn’t matter now. You are going to die anyway.

You cursed. You put the phone down and looked down at your contacts. Great, being the best hacker and a fucking IT genius. Yet you are here scrambling to do something that is supposed to be logical.

Fuck life, this is a dangerous situation and you cannot deflect or even joke about it. This isn’t about numbers or codes anymore or having the fucking problem how the hell do you write a code that could make a fucking robot flex it’s arms.

You stared down at the last number.

Wolfie 🐺

Fuck it. You pressed the call button. You could have texted but hey, your life is at stake.

The first ring didn’t even finish when it was answered.

“You finally���”

“Listen to me,” You cut him off his sultry greeting with a hissed as you tried to not be too noisy. You are speedwalking now and from your last glance he is matching your speed. “I-I need to cash in t-that favor now,”

Silence only met you as you walked through the streets of New York. You don’t even know where you are going anymore.

“Cash in?” He said, his voice turning serious. You started to breathe harder as you took a turn. Not noticing that you have entered the park just a few blocks away from Winter.

“Y-yes, ummm– It's not ideal but I am in the same situation as before,”

This time you heard a growl. “Someone is trying to assault you?” 

You can’t help the chill that ran down your spine when he said that question. The coldness from it felt like seeping through the phone and to you.

“Might be the end of it if he caught up to me,” You panted as you tried to weave yourself through the people. Panic started to settle on your veins. You cannot hide anymore that you are trying to run away from him.

“You’re being chased?” You heard him shuffling on the end of the line. If you have focused, you could hear him clicking on something then a car door closing but you’re not. You are too focused on losing the man.

You chance another glance and saw him quite obviously chasing after you, making you curse.

“Yes,” You told him in panic as you turned back around only to slam into a girl. You nearly let your phone go but you held on tight to it as you apologized furiously to her. You could hear James’ muffled voice over the phone as you looked behind to see the guy had caught up to you.

“I’m sorry but I got to go,” You only said to the girl and started to walk away. You held your phone back to your ear.

“---Foxy, you better speak to me now. Where the hell are you?” 

“I’m here, I uhh–” You looked around as you saw the place. “At the park, four blocks away from Winter.”

“Okay, you know about Sarah’s Bake Shop?” James' voice said to you. He was eerily calm and quiet now. Momentarily you forgot you are on the phone too caught up by looking over your shoulder and where you are going. “Foxy, talk to me baby. Don’t go quiet on me,”

“S-sorry,” You muttered and confirmed that you knew about the bake shop. You remember opening a couple of years ago. You never really had a chance to visit since bread isn’t something you consume on a daily basis but Wanda and Pietro are regulars despite living in Manhattan. You looked around and saw the exit to the park. “It’s the artisan bakery around the corner,”

You took a turn, your feet already walking you towards the Bakery.

“Good, go there and come up to the counter. You will see a brunette with the same eyes as mine. Tell her Bucky sent you and you need to be kept safe,” James explained.

“Bucky?” You can’t help but snort at that name. It wasn’t an unusual name per se but it reminded you of a certain man back in college in Utah. His name was Buckett with a double “t”. He always emphasized that and he was a total tool bag to say the least. He tried to hit on you and you can never forget the words he uttered to you the first time. Earning him a big ole slap. Your hand had to be bandaged up and you were restricted to move it for a week making you miss a coding class. (This is the reason why you also started your obsession with Naruto. You can’t really do anything but watch TV when you badly want to code instead.)

“I heard quiet girls are freaky. You might want to show me if it's, baby girl?”

You had to do it though and you did not regret that slap. He was such an extraordinary human being. Though last time you heard, he was locked up. Figures.

You know it's not the time to be amused by that but you can’t help it. You are scared out of your mind and you are uncomfortable with all the human interaction you had to do for the past few weeks. This is what you result into when you are in that state. 

“Now is not the time baby, just do as I say,” James grunted as he heard the quiet giggles now that you made your way over the bakery.

“That name reminded me of a douche bag in college,” you told him, your filter off now as you made it through the crowd. Though your voice still sounded panicked.

“Tell me all about him later, doll but I need you in the bakery now okay?” James coaxed you and that made you glanced back to see the man’s eyes are now dark. A sneer on his face as he neared you.

You cursed. “He’s nearing me,”

“Do you see the bakery?”

You frantically looked around and once you saw the distinct pastel blue sign and “Sarah’s Bakery Shop” on the front. You sprinted, willing your short legs to please not fail you this time. You could hear him running after you now, and you didn’t even look at the road that you were crossing. Cars started to blast their horns but you didn’t care.

Your eyes tunneled towards the door and luckily a man was coming out of the shop and opened the door. Just in time for you to dash past him. The bakery was a bit filled despite it being 7PM at night. A few people were dining there and once you crashed in they all looked at you shocked.

“Excuse me Miss?” You looked towards the voice and then you were struck dumb thinking you are seeing James but in his place was a woman a bit taller than you. She is wearing a long sleeved white blouse and she is looking at you weirdly. Though what caught your eyes is the electric blues she sported. Almost the same ones as James but he was more beautiful. Sorry to say or is it just biased thinking?

You looked out to see the man ready to cross the street so you blurted out the words that James gave you.

“Bucky sent me here and to tell you to keep me safe,” you told her in a rush. Your eyes wide as you clutched the phone to your chest. Momentarily forgotten that James is on the other side of the phone. The woman looked at you for a moment and then followed your vision to where you turned. She must have seen the man because the next thing you know she was already shielding you from him as he entered the bakery.

It suddenly felt like the air in the shop was sucked out. The chatter quieted down as the man entered the shop. His eyes fixed on you.

“There you are babe,” The man suddenly exclaimed as he looked towards you. You remain frozen to where you stand but the woman behind the counter stepped right where he won’t be able to see you.

“Do you know him?” The woman only asked as she stared at him down.

“No,” You outright told her and you tried not to flinch as the man sneered for a moment before replacing it with his maniacal smile.

“Come on babe, don’t be like that. I already said I’m sorry to you, come on lets just—”

“Don’t touch me!” You exclaimed as he reached out over the woman. The woman, despite her fearless way of shielding you, wasn’t strong enough to deflect his reach. He was able to hold on to your forearm but you managed to twist it out of his grip. The woman then pulled you away from the man.

“That is not nice, babe. Don’t pretend you don’t know me. I have been walking with you for the past weeks,” He mused. You only glared at him as you held your forearm. He tried to reach out for you but this time the woman slapped his hand making him glare at her.

“I don’t even know you, you freak.” You told him as you leaned towards the woman who has her arms around you now. “You were stalking me,” you spat out.

“I was just trying to protect you babe.”

“Don’t call me that, i’m not your babe,”

“Of course you are,” He snorted and then reached out again. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” The woman threatened as he slapped his hand away. “She is not your babe. She is my brother’s girl,”

The man growled at that. “She is nobody's but mine and I can do anything to her,” he spat back as he reached out again. You tried to step back and produce space between you and the man but to no avail, he was big enough to be able to reach for your wrist this time.

“Oh, my brother would be so pissed off if he learns that you are touching his girl,” The woman threatened as he finally closed his hands on your wrist. When the words finally processed, you froze, which was a wrong decision because the man now has easily pulled you to him but your mind is elsewhere.

Brother?

“Oh yeah, what is he going to do—”

“You will be dead,” A voice interrupted. You knew that voice and the next thing you know you are in his arms this time. You look to see him staring at the man down who glared back at him.

“Who the hell are you? Give back my girl—”

James only laughed at that while your eyes suddenly caught a quiet murmur. The patrons were being escorted out by two men. One of them is Sam who offered a nod to you while the other is a tall blonde man. He has piercing blue eyes but his eyes are kind despite the stoic expression on his face.

Though the moment he saw you looking, he offered only a smile as he continued his job. Soon the shop was empty and the window blinds were closed.

James still has you in his arms and the woman is now standing alongside Sam and the blonde man. The man suddenly realized he was outnumbered.

“Just give her back to me. She has been making trouble—”

“Buddy, how many times am I going to tell you that she is not your girl?” James mused as he pulled you closer. You only leaned against him, quite shocked at yourself on how much you let him touch you. Again, your filter is off and you are in a dangerous situation. You might have been uncomfortable with human touch but if it comes from James it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable.

You remember the way he touched your face that night and— now is not the time,

“Fuck it, she’s not worth it. I could find a different whore—”

The only warning all of you had was the sound of his vibranium arm’s plates clicking and the next thing you know. The man was flying until he hit a wall and you swore you heard a crack after. You jumped and gasped at that. 

James momentarily let you go and in his place came the woman who took your trembling figure in her arms. Though your eyes remained fixed on James who menacingly stepped towards the man whose eyes are half-lidded. Without any more words, you heard his metal arm wired to life, suddenly you are momentarily distracted by that as it reminded you about the code you are still working on to help with that. But then before you can finish that thought, the man cried out as you heard another crack.

You looked back at James but before you can even see what happened to the man. Sam and the blonde man blocked your view. Then you are back in James’ arms.

You tried to look again but you felt a hand behind your head turning you gently towards him.

“Don’t look,” is all he murmured as you nodded. You buried your face on his chest, knowing you wouldn’t like what you are going to see anyway. Your grip on your phone loosened a bit and then you completely let it go as you felt his vibranium arm wrapping itself around you.

“I got you Foxy. You’re safe now,” You didn’t know you need to hear those words. You sagged against him. The adrenaline and the rush of trying to save yourself seeped out to you. Your knees buckled and you felt James leaning down to take you in his arms. Your phone fell down on your grip and you might have winced when you heard the crack but you don’t care. You're safe.

You felt James move somewhere and the next thing you know he is seated in one of the booths with you on his lap. Your head now leaned against his shoulder as his vibranium secured you on his lap while his flesh one caressed the back of your head.

You stayed there trying to get your thoughts and your body to cooperate. In another situation, you might have quipped something inappropriate or joked about it. A defense mechanism of yours when things are overwhelming but right now. You seek the comfort you thought you didn’t need to the most unlikely person ever.

As you stayed quiet, you heard James murmuring orders to the two men. While the woman, who you later on will know as Sarah Barnes had busied herself in the kitchen. She even pulled out a cup of water and a cup of coffee towards the both of you. Your broken phone also laid on the table. 

But you didn’t move and you remained in James’s arms. James continues to caress you and continue to whisper sweet nothings. Assuring you that you are safe and no one is going to touch as long as he is around.

You don’t know how long you and he stayed there but eventually someone has to break the silence. James decided it's going to be him.

“We should really stop seeing each other like this,” James said and that finally broke it as you can’t help but snort.

“It's your fault,” you can’t help but say as you leaned back to look up at him. His electro blue eyes staring down at you amused.

“My fault?” He asked his eyes now, swimming in amusement.

You nodded. “I got involved with you and now I am in my quota for dangerous situations,”

James chuckled at that as he reached up to you and cupped your cheek. Your brows scrunched at the deja vu feeling this situation is giving you.

“I guess I owe you one again?” James asked as he looked at you.

You huffed as you looked away making your cheeks squish against his hand making you pout. James must have found your huffing amusing because you heard him chuckle again.

“What is it? You don’t like me owing you?” He asked as he tried to catch your eyes but you continued to dodge him as you huffed.

You felt like this is going to be the cycle between the two of you and you wanted not to do anything with him. Even if he is the most beautiful man and you wanted to do things to him that you rather don’t want to think about. You don’t have your filter on. (You will never have it back. Let’s face it.)

“I’d rather not have anything to deal with you,” You grumbled but it only earned you a chuckle from the man himself.

“Oh Foxy, do you think I would be able to let you go now?”

“Well, you did a good job ignoring me for the past few weeks,” you blurted out and then your eyes widened at what you just said. You looked back at him to see him looking at you taken aback before it morphed into mischief. You huffed again.

“You are waiting for me to call you?” James asked amused.

“No!” You exclaimed and when you tried to move away. You noticed that you are still on his lap. You immediately move to stand up. James again, let you not make any move as you stared back at him incredulously.

“I thought you don’t want to deal with socialites like me?”

“Shut up,” You quipped not knowing what comeback you will give him. Shit shit shit. You just outed that you are thinking about him. Soon he would discover you were stalking him through the world wide web. Oh gosh Y/N, you really did it this time. You’re dead. Completely dead.

“I was out of the country,” James suddenly said, making you look at him in confusion. He turned his body so he is still facing you. He remained seated in the booth as he laid both of his hands on his thighs. You just noticed his outfit now. He was in a casual black sweater paired with black jeans and doc martens. An outfit that usually is fit for traveling.

“I was in Russia and then Wakanda for the past months doing…” he trailed off as if trying to find the right words.

“Mob business” you completed it for him and then your eyes widened again. Oh shit. 

James then looked at you before he smirked. “Yes,” he didn’t even deny it as your eyes widened more. “I’ve been busy and I wasn’t able to hold on to my phone until today. I just landed when you called me,”

You bit your lip at that. He came all the way here? Then your eyebrows scrunched together. 

“How come you came here so fast? New York is like a labyrinth of traffic,”

“I came here through my building. T’challa let me use one of their Quinjets.” He explained and you nodded now. Not knowing what to say anymore.

“So you’ve been busy huh? What more did you find about me doll?” James asked and your eyes widened at that.

“I am not inclined to answer that question,” You decided to tell him. To hell with it, you won’t snitch on yourself.

James chuckled at that as he looked at you though his face grew sober as his eyes trailed down towards your arms. You followed his gaze and saw the mark that the man left on it. Suddenly, you felt your knees become jello as the events of today crashed to you again.

“How long is he following you around?” James asked quietly as you shakily looked up at him. 

“A few weeks now,” You told him and you watched as he clenched his jaw. “I-I tried to go to the police but—”

“They didn’t do anything about it?” He sharply asked and you shook your head. You heard him curse before he took a deep breath, calming himself down. “Well, I guess it's a good thing I ended it before it became too much,”

You looked up at him and then your eyes trained towards the wall where the man was slumped. You didn’t hear James stand up but the next thing you know, he was right in front of you again. Blocking your view and making you look at him.

“Hey Foxy,” He murmured quietly as he hovered his arms over your face. His eyes asking for permission. You can’t help but nod. He kept doing that, even on the first encounter. He was always asking you before he touched you. You liked that.

Once he held your face, one flesh and one metal, he stared at you for a while. His eyes roaming around your face making you self conscious. You scrunch your nose and were about to remove your face from his hands. This time his hold was gentle yet firm.

“I’m sorry for not reaching out to you for the past weeks. I really wanted to know about you, Foxy.”

You only stared back at him. Oddly, he sounded sincere.

“I think it's also bad that I get to see you when you are in danger,” James added as he smirked at you. You huffed at that. 

You pouted. “Well, you are trouble personified as much as I know,” 

James chuckled. “You attract trouble, baby.” He answered back and you looked at him offended.

“I do not! I just have poor luck,” You mumbled but James just looked at you with amusement.

“Then, I’ll be your lucky charm.” James declared as you raised a brow at him in questions. He gently ran his thumbs over your cheekbones as he looked down at you with a small smile. 

“I didn’t know people like you can be this cheesy,” You told him.

“It's a hidden talent,” James joked and you have to stop yourself from laughing. Instead you just ballooned your cheeks. James just finds it amusing but then his face turns serious. “But I’m serious Foxy. Whether you owe me or I owe you one. When you run into something bad, you call me okay?”

You looked at him for a moment. “Why are you so adamant on knowing about me?” You questioned instead. Your stand of having nothing to do is still up but you are curious about his fascination with you.

James then thought about it with a playfully expression on his face before he looked back down at you. He ran his tongue on his bottom lip before he spoke.

“You intrigue me Foxy,” James said and you were about to protest that it was such a vague reason when he added. “Trust me, I don’t get intrigued or amused easily.”

You blinked at that. Intrigued? No one really told me that before. 

“Bucky?” You and James turned around at the mention of the name. You saw the same woman before, her eyes the same as James trained on his hand which was holding your face. An amused expression fixed on her face. Though the both of you didn’t make a move as you both looked at her expectantly.

Then something clicked in you. Bucky.

You snorted suddenly, the memories of a man named Buckett coming back to you as you looked at James. Then it clicked.

“...You will see a brunette with the same eyes as mine. Tell her Bucky sent you and you need to be kept safe”

“She is not your babe. She is my brother’s girl,”

Bucky = Brother = James

“You’re Bucky,” You concluded out loud and James looked down at you amused. Then you heard a giggle to look back at the woman. Then your eyes widened.

Sarah’s Baker Shop 

Siblings: Rebecca and Sarah Barnes

“Holy shit, your his sister Sarah,” You mumbled and the woman, Sarah nodded. She turned to Ja—-Bucky with a smirk.

“She’s smart. Different from the girls that flocked around you Buck,” She retorted towards her brothers. James rolled his eyes at her before letting go of your face but then you snorted and couldn't help the giggles that came out of you.

Now two identical blue eyes looked down at you amused yet confused.

“Why are you laughing Foxy?”

“Bucky? Seriously Wolfie?” You can’t help but let the nickname you have for him slip out as you continue to giggle. “Where the hell Bucky came from?”

“He hated Buchanan and he hated being called James before,” Sarah mused as she caught on to what was funny to you. She looked at Bucky now with a small smile. “He insisted everybody call him Bucky. Steve joked about that sounding so much like Bucket–”

“Oh gosh, Buckett. The college douche bag,” you exclaimed and now you are full on laughing. Sarah snickered at you while James just sighed.

“Glad I could make you laugh Foxy,” James grumbled and that just made you laugh more. It was a while before you had your laugh under control. Then you sobered up as you looked back at Sarah remembering how much she tried to protect you before.

“Thank you,” you blurted out as you looked at her. Sarah then offered a small smile. “You didn’t know me yet you protected me,”

Sarah then glanced at Bucky before looking back at you. “Any friends of  Bucky are friends of mine too or is there something going on?” She mused.

Your eyes widened at what she was implying. “Umm– we-we are not– something! We- we are–”

“We are not yet something,” James slyly replied as you looked at him now with wide eyes as he looked back at you. “But we are friends now,”

“I said no such thing!” You exclaimed as you tried to take a step back away from him. “Besides you are one of our clients in my work place and I do not—”

“I am friends with Shuri,” he cut you off again as he looked at you with a tilt of his head. “Why can’t I be friends with you?”

You opened your mouth but honestly, you don’t even know why he can’t. Yes he might be involved with the mob but honestly, you just blamed him for the situation you are in. It was honestly a coincidence that you had a stalker and you happen to know one of the dangerous men of New York. Maybe because you knew once you let him in your life. You would be dealing with shit you never dealt with before and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk away. As one of the articles says about him; “James Barnes, the most charming CEO over 30’s”. Of course, you won’t admit that. Over your dead tiny body. So you say your default reason.

“You’re dangerous,” 

James chuckled as a sense of dejavu washed over you. “I told you, you are the safest with me,”

You looked at him for a moment and sighed. “I will never be able to get rid of you now huh?”

James then turned serious as he looked at you. “You never really told me you want me out of your life.”

“I did,” you mused as you looked at him but James shook his head. 

“You have to mean it, Y/N.” You can’t help but blush at the way he said your name. “And when you do, I would know.”

You continue to stare at him. For once, you are lost at what to say back to him. You know your resolve is crumbling. Who are you even kidding anymore?

“Maybe it is best if Y/N take her rest,” Sarah interrupted as you both turned to her. Your eyes widened when you realized you weren’t able to introduce yourself properly.

“Oh right, I forgot. My name is Y/N Y/LN,” You offered a smile at her. Sarah beamed back at you.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Sarah Jane Barnes, Bucky’s youngest sister.” She introduced herself. “Well, as much as I want to know more about you and how you met my pain in the ass big bad brother. It's best that he takes out for a bite first before ensuring you are safe home?”

She said that as if she was talking to you but one she mentioned James, her gaze turned to him as she finished speaking.

“I’ll make sure she’s eaten and home safe,” 

“Good, see you Y/N.”

After that, James— rather Bucky now in your head. Escorted you to the car he drove here which was parked right outside the shop. Sam had greeted you and then you were introduced to the tall man.

“This is Steve—”

“Oh the one who joked about your nickname sounding like Bucket,” you blurted out and then blushed at that. Steve had looked down at you amused. His stoic expression is long gone.

“You are really cute,” He commented, making you blush deeper and lean more towards Bucky who glared at him.

“Stop flirting with her dumb ass.” Bucky said before he led you towards the car. When you were situated, he turned to instruct them on helping Sarah up. You didn’t know what they talked about but the next thing you know Bucky is inside the car.

“Will you be taking me home now?” You asked without thinking about your question before you even realized the implication of it. It was too late as Bucky turned to you with a dark expression and smirk.

“I would love to take you home now Foxy,” He flirted and your eyes widened at that.

“No! That is not what I meant— I meant if you are taking me back to my home,” You emphasized but Bucky only laughed at you as he put the car on drive.

“I promised SJ I would be feeding you and then taking you home,” He said as he spared you a glance before turning back to the road. “Whichever home you prefer,” He teased and you huffed at him.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to,” Bucky suddenly turned serious as he gave you another glance. “I might have promised my sister but that is what I’m going to do anyway,”

“If you are going to feed me, I want pizza.” You said and then you hurriedly added. “But I don’t want high end things. I had too much stress today. I want the pizza at Hal’s the little store near Wakanda,”

If he wants to know you, you both do it on your terms. If he is uncomfortable, then he’s not worthy to be your friend—

“Sounds good.” He then pulled out his phone and handed it to you. The same phone he handed me before. “Why don’t you call ahead and order in advance?”

You looked at the phone and then him. “Are you seriously handing me your phone right now?”

Bucky raised a brow as he glanced at you. His hand remained, one hand on the wheel and the other giving his phone to you.

“Ugh yes,”

“What if your mob business got–”

“This is my personal phone,” He explained and then he lifted it again as an offering. You took it and shrugged but then you have another idea. You are still not that comfortable with this so you decided to be a little shit that you are.

“I’m going to order a whole pizza. Half and half. Are you okay with pineapples, olives and mushrooms?” You asked as you looked at him. Then he gave you quite the opposite of what you expect. 

“With extra cheese?” He asked and you blinked at him.

“Ugh, yes.” You can only answer.

“Sounds good.” He only said and then you just continued to stare at him. Bucky must have noticed before he chuckled. “What do you expect me to say no and force you to be taken to a high end restaurant just like in fiction?”

Honestly? “Yes.”

Bucky laughed at that and you can’t help but admire it. “I’m not going to force anything on you Foxy,” He then looked at you with a mischievous look before looking back at the road. “Besides, the only thing I exert force on is in my work and in bed,”

You can’t help your first instinct and lightly hit him on the shoulder earning a laugh from Bucky.

“Stop with innuendos!” You exclaimed and Bucky laughed.

“Can’t help it, Foxy. I like it when I can make you blush,” He said and then made you tuck in to yourself.

“Gosh, now I'm starting to see how you are going to be in the future,” You grumbled and Bucky only smirked at you.

“I’m just starting, Foxy. I have a lot things in store for you,”

Again, what have you got yourself into Y/N?

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 23:

"It's gonna get me by the end of the night."

Shadows | Stalking | "Who's there?"

Fandom: Legend of The Three Cabs

Prompts used: roughly all

So, pretty short this time round, but I wanted to explore a way Josés powers could come into play in the LotTC universe. He got some splainin to do when they are all healed. And yes they are gay cause I said so even tho I didn't.

TW for near death/thoughts of death

…

Donald was not as adventurous as the rest of his family. Between his terrible luck and general want for peace and relaxation, most adventures left him exhausted at best and on the brink of death at worst. He'd done the Navy thing- the sketchiest Navy thing ever but he did it- and before that he'd gone along with his sister and Uncle, he'd faced all kinds of craziness. Of course, the minute he thought some good fortune had come his way, he ended up dragged into another adventure.

He loved Panchito and José, loved the triplets, loved Xandra and Aracuan, he didn't even really mind the adventures, not with them on his side anyway. But of course, nothing good ever seems to last for Donald Duck.

They get seperated on a mission, Xandra hadn't been sure what creature they were supposed to be on the lookout for, no one had lived to tell of its appearance. She had warned them, that as far as she knew, no one had lasted more than a night with the thing. That they would need to watch their very shadows, for as soon as they faded into the rest of the night, it was likely they too would be goners.

Donald had tried so hard to keep them together, they had all been spooked by her words, he was sure they'd be fine- together. But something… someTHING, comes between them, and next time Donald opens his eyes, he's alone.

Well… perhaps not alone.

Donald was used to shadows being more than that, as he stated before, he's lived a crazy life, but he really wasn't liking this.

The forest was dense, the sun had barely penetrated the thick leaves before, but Donald missed the high noon sun. The sunsets rays were casting moving shadows across the ground, and with the fading day, they were spreading quickly. Xandra's warning echoes in his mind, as something cracks behind him.

"Who's there!?"

He turns in a slow circle, dwindling light doing nothing to ease the panic in his chest. Things dance beyond the swaying branches and Donald gets a sinking feeling he's being watched.

"It's gonna get me by the end of the night." He mutters, arms wrapped around himself tightly as shivers dance across his feathers.

Perhaps it will get its fill with Donald and his friends will be safe.

A growl echoes around him, the sun's last rays dance in the sky, and the shadows seem to stretch towards him now. His heart beats in his ears, his hands tremble where they have a white knuckled grip on his shirt, his feet are frozen in place, and not even the moon's glow reaches him here- hidden from him in his last moments.

This is how Donald goes? With no tale to tell his family, no face to blame, no big hurrah or feat of bad luck. Just him, alone with some mystery beast, in a forest he entered of his own free will, his last hope that his friends are free of this demise- the shadows crawl over his feet, up his legs, he stumbles backwards but the limbs refuse to cooperate. His back hits the rough terrain and the inky darkness creeps over his form at an alarming rate, he feels stiff, his heart beating so fast he worries it will explode- this is it then. Breathing becomes near impossible, lungs freezing in his chest, the shadows only have to cover his face, then his end will be nigh.

Tears spill past his defenses, though he can't feel them on his skin, he bids a final goodbye.

He doesn't expect to open his eyes. To see the ceiling of the shack above him. He felt numb- not a new sensation but startling nonetheless. It takes effort to raise a trembling arm, to stare at it incredulously, grooves in his feathers to mar the skin beneath with thin white lines. A hand clasps his own gently, his head snaps to the side to find Panchito giving him a teary look.

"Welcome back Danaldo… you had us worried, amigo."

"W'ht 'append?"

"Jo saved us, he'll explain when you're both back to full health, rest now mi sol, you are safe."

The hut is filled with soft light, shadows staying where they should, and with his hand in a warm hold, he finds sleep pulling on his eyes. His friends were alive, he sighs as his world goes dark once more.

[azriona]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @paula-in-dreamland.

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

178.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

1.3 million

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently the only fandom I’m writing in is MCU. It’s weird, I’ve almost always been a one-fandom-at-a-time person; I rarely, rarely write for more than one at once.

4. top five fics by kudos:

Timing, Those Three Words, Mise en Place, What I Forgot to Tell You, and The Next Level. What’s particularly crazy about that list (to me) is that Timing has five times as many kudos as it does words. (TNL is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and will probably never have as many kudos as it does words.)

5. do you respond to comments?

I used to do this all the time; I dropped off about six years ago. I’m trying to pick it back up again.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man. I try not to write angsty endings. But probably 3:07 a.m. That’s the one with the most “omg what have you done to me” comments, anyway.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like, absolutely drowning in fluff and happiness and sheer joy? Probably The Next Level. The current sex pollen accidental pregnancy fic is definitely up there, too.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not generally. I do get some… questionable comments sometimes, but for the most part I ignore them.

9. do you write smut?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes.

10. craziest crossover?

Oh man. The Broadway Musicals were absolutely the craziest of the crazy, back in my HP days. But those were more parodies than crossovers.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, I remember someone on ff.net stole one of my fics once. Bunch of my regular readers spotted it, left tons of reviews along the lines of “This was great when AZRIONA POSTED IT A YEAR AGO. Thief.” We got it taken down in pretty short order.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several times, in multiple languages. Always a thrill. 😊

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

The first fanfic I wrote/posted was co-written with my friend Noel. HP, though, so no longer accessible.

14. all time favorite ship?

…all of them?

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would have loved to finish Fiddle in the Band, but when I knew I couldn’t, I posted a wrap-up with incomplete scenes and where I thought I would have gone. But the other big one is probably the Medieval Omegaverse series (Fornicatio Autem); I can’t even do that much for it because I only had the sketchiest of plans for it.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and writing kids, or so I’m told. 😊

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Starting sentences with “But” and “And”. Also overuse of ellipses and dashes.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I have done this before! I have definite preferences, and I’ve done this scores of times in different ways. Currently, I don’t mind if dialogue is in a different language, but if I’m supposed to know what’s being said, I want to know immediately, I don’t want to have to wait until the end of the chapter for a translation. If the character knows what’s being said, I want to know what’s being said, otherwise I get thrown out of a story very quickly. These days, I don’t really bother with translation for full sentences; I’ll say they’re speaking in French or Italian or whatever, and then write in English as normal. Unless I don’t want the reader to know what’s being said, then it’s in the language and you don’t get a translation. I’m reading a series now where the author did exactly this for Bucky’s early Winter Soldier years – he doesn’t understand the Russian, therefore we’re meant to be just as confused as he is. In that context, no translation makes total sense, and I wasn’t thrown out at all.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Phantom of the Opera back when I was 13. It’s not online because this was before the internet really existed (or when I had access to it).

20. favorite fic you've written?

Whichever one I’m working on at the moment. 😊

Tagging whichever writers want to play along. :)

[letsflynow]

Part 5/20 –  Are you there Specky?

(...) reminds me of S, he was a piece of work. He is the one that showed me how to unlove myself, he taught me the best place to cut as to not raise suspicions. He kept me hanging in the middle, a friend or a lover? The eternal debate, am I more me or am I more you?

On the night we stopped talking he called 17 times in a row, when I picked my phone up all the messages were intense, I loved it, I was wanted! Maybe I was tilting the scale towards lover! Should I pick up or keep it going? I’ll be stern and say 17 calls is too much and you’ll play the nice, worried guy, ok?

I picked up the phone, all there was was hate, curse words… not longing… not worriedness…. violence. Am I to be lover to a violent man that cannot decide on what to love? He’ll love me right, just like I want to, just like I need it. Strong love, silly and romantic love filled with doodles on my notebook, physical love where you squeeze my thigh a bit too much when you want attention. He is calm but raising his voice, and my body is numb enough to not control my mouth. That was enough, you could never decide so I’m deciding for you, i’m done. Cold cut 3 years of friendship, everything blocked. One last message after he created multiple facebook profiles to try and reach me: move on.

You were meant to be my first and fierce love, that type of love that makes people talk, whisper in the hallways. Two broken humans, broken mind, broken skin. Do you remember when we went to the movies? I went on a train and subway ride, to the sketchiest of places, all to be with you. I didn’t care about the movie, or our dinner, all I wanted was for you to observe me, look into the darkest part of my eyes, look really deep and undress me. First undress my funniness, my nervousness, my quick wit, and my thoughts. When I have nothing left just lean in and I’ll- Are we late to the movies? Never noticed. Don’t get up, sit down, there is still so much more to do. Don’t get your coat I’ll warm you. What movies? I don’t care just sit.

And there we go, 11 years of overthinking later and you remain my only love. The one my heart lingers for, give me a call and ill drop it all, I will ruin my whole life for a whiff of your rose scented skin. That smell… makes my hair tingle. Just call me and tell me all you never dared to say. Say it all, I need to know if I ever was something to you. It must be real; did you feel it too? Is there an emptiness in your heart where I used to live? Did you find me a spot? A cozy one where I can see you draw? Did you ever draw me? You never drew me anything, not even a doodle.

I can remember everything so well. All the memories are looking back at me, I can’t hold on to one, they flow like water thru my fingers, can’t grasp them but can feel them warming my hand. Some of them pull me, they thug, demanding to be remembered. The movies, the last call, the last time I saw you, that time you told me I was unlovable. Maybe don’t call…

[lilac-gold]

Summer Camp AU Summary

A fun little AU @charismabee and I came up with where Humphrey owns a summer camp and is also a whale, the main gang & the hooligans are the camp counsellors, and the Headspace bosses are the campers.

AU Summary:

Sunny, Kel, Hero, Aubrey, Basil, Kim, Charleen, Vance, Angel and Mikhael all work as camp counsellors. Humphrey is in charge of the camp and also a whale, so he is very bad at paperwork. He accidentally hired more counsellors than there are campers

Sweetheart and Rococo are here because their grandma is old and cannot see, so signed them up for the sketchiest summer camp ever by accident. Sweetheart despises the notion, especially since she’s here to ‘fix her attitude’ (Sweetheart is adamant that she does not have an attitude. Sweetheart is wrong.) Rococo, on the other hand, is ecstatic, excited to meet new friends and show them his art

Spaceboy is here because one of the awful pamphlets Humphrey made for this place claimed that it was space camp. He’s a little put-out, but having fun anyway. He’s so polite and likes playing make-believe with his toy gun

The Slime Girls are here too. They are best friends with Humphrey and tiny. Nobody knows how they got here. Molly is a teen, obsessed with her phone and making gadgets out of things she finds at camp. Marina is the most vicious pre-teen to ever attend, taking joy in making the others suffer– she’s the type of kid who burns ants with a magnifying glass. Medusa is the youngest person at camp, barely out of toddlerhood but the scariest person to ever attend (her death stare is unrivalled).

Mr Jawsum is a tiny businessman who sent himself to summer camp, organising all the paperwork alone. He wants to get to the bottom of this place’s shadiness and blackmail the owner into giving him money. One of the older kids at camp, he’s street smart and good at making deals

All of the counsellors are messes and all of the kids are brats (even Spaceboy and Rococo at times). Things are going great

(Used for AI-less Whumptober Day 4: Drowning)

[grimbunnies]

Jennifer: "Sweetie, why don't you go get your things together? The bus will be here soon."

John: "Isn't this great? The house is in decent shape. The community's grown a lot since we were kids... A perfect place for Lucy to grow up."

Jennifer: "It's... nice... I just wish we had different furniture. No offense to your mother, but we have very different taste in interior design."

John: "Well, you're settled in at the new office, and I'll be picking up hardware and wood, so if there's anything you'd like me to build, I'm on it. We'll make it our own soon, Jen."

Jennifer: "I know... I just wish we'd found somewhere in the city..."

John: "Are you kidding? This is so much better, and more affordable! Only the sketchiest neighborhoods Downtown had housing in our budget. It wasn't feasible. And think of how easy it will be for Lucy to make friends with the neighbors. All she has to do is walk down the street. Completely safe! Don't you remember how great childhood was? That's what we're giving to Lucy by moving here. I know we're all going to love it if we just give it a chance."

Jennifer: This is the view you want John? You want the empty skyline, the apple trees in the backyard...

Jennifer: But suburbia wasn't ever my paradise... I always wanted to follow the road out of town until I found something new... and real.