#jump in fully clothed ofc

[hana-no-seiiki]

This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing

Anyways

Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader

Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)

Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge

Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets

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I just binged watched Class of ‘09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I don’t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didn’t know that’s where “No I’m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitch” came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.

btw if people are interested in watching class of ‘09 just be warned it’s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just… pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.

The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.

I don’t think I’m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect it’ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicole’s mom has divorced like a hundred times…maybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and I’ll be down for it.

THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC

“Do you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?”

“Yeah when they affect me, sure.”

You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.

You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that… made you think they were boring, utter losers.

One of those losers was Tim’s friend.

Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.

To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.

And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didn’t even check to see what you’ve been doing the past decade.

Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddy’s money, you knew better.

He apparently didn’t.

You see there was one thing every batfam member couldn’t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.

The second? Fixing them.

When Tim first approached you he was confused.

You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.

But you were… nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.

The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.

Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.

And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldn’t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.

He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.

Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of ‘fixing’ you.

Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!

And what’s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.

Wait, a r*pist?

Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.

And…you were right. Every guy you’ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.

Fuck.

Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.

Meanwhile…

“Ugh, Damian. Can’t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second he’s around. How do you handle being related to him?” You groaned. You weren’t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.

“Jeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.” Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.

You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) “Eat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.”

Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.

Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.

[opiopal]

you guys wanna know something I typically hate?? The whole “ooooo it was all a dream!!!” Trope, because I think it’s stupid. But that doesn’t mean I don’t explore it sometimes for the sake of relatability. And I can also make it make sense for obey me,

cause think: the game itself starts out on a white background and Lilith speaking to mc/the player, then we wake up in front of the future demon king, his time traveling butler, and plus six of the seven lords. That is 100% “it was just a dream” material. however my version and idea of “it was just a dream” is totally goated/j i like to think of it as a semi real thing, as in Mc lives their normal life when they’re awake, and when they fall asleep they wake up in their bed in the devildom, ready to start their day there. They can’t really tell if they’re dreaming about being in the devildom, or if they’re dreaming about being back home in the human realm. And it’s just so disorienting for them, and they begin to struggle to figure out if anything is real in general. and THAT is the version of this trope that I like, the juggle between it could or couldn’t be real.

but then I could imagine mc eventually figuring out how to live with it as they usually tend to do. Because during the “day”, they go about their life, they go to work, do college work, talk with friends and family, take care of their pet, do shopping, yk, the usual. But then they go to sleep and get to spend a whole new “day” with their weird boyfriend thingy and exist in an infinitely cooler reality. And it could possibly be interpreted in multiple different ways: mc could have just figured out how to lucid dream somehow, or they are actually just swapping between realms whenever they wake/sleep, or they could be in a weird coma thingy and their brain is going haywire, or just anything possible.

ofc though what I usually go with is that they’re just jumping between realms, that it’s just an entirely different universe to mc’s current. to feed into my own selfish desires to completely escape the real world without abandoning my loved ones ofc.

and also it could open up the world to other possibilities, cause imagine being in the “real” world and randomly seeing a guy that looks exactly like mammon in public!? Because holy crap. mc is just waiting at the train station to go home after a long day and suddenly spots the face of their Demon boyfriend of like three years but human??? Like that would be INSANE. But whatever- it’s not IMPOSSIBLE for someone to look like how mams does, it’s not like he’s some insane impossible beauty standard. It’s just pure coincidence. Right??? so mc gets on the train and oh. Okay, he’s also getting on this train and happens to sit across from them. Now mc is SERIOUSLY freaking out, because he even has the same rings on his fingers, really the only difference between the two is that this “human” mams has different clothes.

anyways, I’m just gonna cut myself off there bc I’ve realized I’ve rambled. HOWEVER that whole situation/au is something I’ve fully developed, I could honestly make a whole fic on it, but I may not lol, just depends on demand if anyone is intrigued. But anyways that’s just my ramble post for the day, cuz yuh,

[mikeypubes]

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♡ [ Request by @brieftravelerbeard ] ♡

[ Note: Thanks so much for the request! You had me jumping up and down with joy when I saw it 😭 I hope it's to your liking 🫶 ]

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SFW

For starters, he is unfortunately perfect.

He's gentle with you, kind (to a degree), understanding, responsible, and he tries his best to make sure you're fully content and comfortable.

Say you're with him in Las Noches, you're gonna have access to the absolute finest food and clothes they have.

He's incredibly patient with you, and any negative behavior from your end will almost never irritate him.

He also shows a lot of affection in various ways, such as getting you all the shit you need and more.

His love language is gift giving. He's always giving you stuff.

He's also good with physical affection, and although he won't initiate a lot of it, he'll accept it most of the time.

He presses gentle yet teasing kisses to your lips, caresses your cheek, pulls you in close to his chest and looks at you intensely.

Although 9 times outta 10, he'd be a yandere (it's just in his personality), I feel like if you guys are super close and he truly trusts you, he might be easier on you than say a hostage he had (like Orihime) or some girl he wants for his benefits.

If you're a hostage he fell for, he'd try whatever ways possible to make sure you're completely his, but he'd be manipulative about it.

I don't think he'd be open about his intentions with someone he's interested romantically in because who the fuck would fall in love with someone who's all "yeah im manipulating you you dumb bitch" (spoiler alert: me ✌️).

He'd make sure whichever family members or friends you have will slowly leave you alone and broken, so that the only person you can return to is him.

He'd also make sure to have this level of "dominance" over you

Like he wants you to understand that you guys aren't on the same level, therefore, you have to abide by his orders and his will or else he'll take measures that aren't in your favor (and no I don't mean he'll "punish 😈🖤" you)

He tells you not to be afraid of him (because that totally does wonders) a lot.

Let's not lie to ourselves, he knows he's hot as shit and you better bet he uses that a LOT.

He's not above using seduction to get to you (and ofc it works 🙄).

He really values intimacy and privacy.

He'll be so incredibly romantic with you in private, like he'll have everything set up and take his time to have deep conversations with you, tell you about his goals, he'll try to understand you better.

He'd drink wine with you and have you wear something he got for you (use your imagination here 😁)

He would low-key call you "dear" or "honey" if you guys have been in a relationship for a while (but he won't call you baby or doll eugh).

He doesn't get jealous, like, at all. He gets cautious yeah, like if Gin was pulling some bullshit like he always is, but not jealous or insecure.

He would make you jealous on purpose I'm sorry.

He'd find it SO amusing to toy with you and make you feel a wide range of emotions.

Like one day, he'd flirt with his ugly minion girls and piss you off, then he'll shower you with attention and love, then he'll say something cruel and make you cry.

He loves seeing your expressions and how vulnerable you are.

It serves him a ton of satisfaction seeing that you're so dependent on him.

NSFW

I feel like it wouldn't take long for you guys to finally do it, since half of the relationship is coated with sexual tension anyway.

Again, very gentle.

Unbearably slow. You can cry and beg but he'll keep going at the exact same pace.

Enjoys pushing you to your limits and overstimulating you.

I don't think it'd be any bigger than 8 inches. I've seen some people go on about 9 or 10, like guys he's not a fucking meter stick (not to mention, nobody's cooch is big enough to take allat in).

Hates quickies because he loves to drag it on.

Ton of foreplay (probably for an hour minimum) and fingering.

His aftercare is amazing, though.

You'll always wake up to find yourself totally clean, in new clothes, and if he's still by your side in the morning (very rare occurrence), you'll be laying your head on his chest.

He loves holding your waist close to him.

(He probably likes your breasts the most)

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[riiwrites]

bsd men taking care of a cat

“Hello! Can I req for some headcannons about how Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma and Ada Dazai would react when their roommate brought home a stray cat? (They would be such cute cat dad's 😭)”

a/n : ofc u can! sorry for the long wait :(

fandom : bungo stray dogs

includes : sigma, dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor

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SIGMA

• Sigma would just be minding his own business one day, doing something basic and essential like the laundry or cleaning while you were out shopping.

• He’d normally expect you to come in with a bag full of groceries and a big smile on your face, ready to tell him about what you had bought this time for him to try for dinner.

• What he didn’t expect however..was for you to not only do your basic chore of the day - but also bring in a fluffy little creature with its legs dangling as you hold it up in your arms.

• He’s a bit dazed for a second, eyes widening and his lips parted into a shocked 'o' shape as he tries to read what was going on in that head of yours.

• You both stand there for a few moments, the silence slowly turning awkward until you finally break it.

“Do you not like it?” You say with a pout. Sigma drops his washing cloth onto the table as he turns fully towards you.

“I mean..it’s a surprise.” He emphasises, a little chuckle escaping his lips at the end of his sentence. Your smile returns as you tilt your head to the safe, the little kitten coincidentally doing the same thing.

“Can we keep it, Sigma? Pleasepleasepleaseee..” You plead. He lets out a soft sigh at this, seeming unsure of what to do.

“Even if I had decided we could keep it, we don’t have the correct resources in order to properly care for it and we also don’t know what that poor things been through. It could carry all sorts of diseases!”

You gasp dramatically, cuddling the cat to your chest as you glare at your roommate from across the hall.

“Don’t say that to mittens..”

“You named it..?”

• After a while of your pouting and whining that lasted for about 10 minutes, he accepted the kitty with welcome arms.

• ..After it was given its shots and treatments.

• I believe Sigma is a fond cat lover when he gets used to having one around.

• He’ll bring it everywhere with him inside the house.

• He’d never let the cat outside unless it was in one of those cages..

• He’d get so worried if the cat were to leave home, even for a few hours!!

• He becomes so easily attached to the cat, it’s adorable.

“Y/N? Have you seen Mittens..?” Sigma appears at your side with a slightly worried expression, him fiddling with his fingers as he looks around anxiously.

You turn to him with a raised eyebrow, looking at his fidgety hands and then back at him. “I thought you had him with you?”

“I did..! I set him on your desk whilst I was working and the next minute I looked and then he vanished!”

He rakes his pale hands down his face, looking genuinely stressed for this little kitty you’ve both only had for a few weeks.

That was then, you heard the sound of a thud coming from upstairs. You both jump, Sigma having the worse effect of it since he was already on edge in the first place.

You both rush upstairs, Sigma behind you as you peak into your room ; nothing out of the ordinary, until Sigma taps your shoulder only for you to see Sigmas door a tad bit open as if someone had just slyly slipped through the crack.

You both peer into Sigmas room, only to be greeted with a sight that lights mostly Sigmas eyes up.

Mittens, splayed onto Sigmas king sized bed like a luxurious royal with a few knocked over picture frames that obviously had been caused by Mittens himself. But Sigma could only smile at the sight given the outcome that his- sorry, ‘our cat’ as he corrects, is safe.

“..I think you’ve grown an unhealthy attachment to this cat.” You say. Sigma only gives a mere shrug and a few embarrassed chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, not conforming nor denying that statement.

DAZAI

• I’m gonna be honest and say it - he’d be the one bringing the cat in..

• He’d see a homeless little kitty on the sidewalk and be like “Oh! you’re coming with me!”

• He’s like the classic stereotype of a cat lady who’s got thousands of cats living at her feet.

• So when he comes home with the white stray cat in his arms, you sigh.

“No.”

“What?! You haven’t even given me the chance to hear what I have to say!” He argues.

“I know what you’re going to say, Osamu, and it’s a no.”

“But..” He holds up the white fluff ball up to your face.

“He looks like Atsushi-kun..”

“…”

“Fine.”

“Yay!”

• At this point you believe the cat takes care of Dazai more than Dazai takes care of the cat.

• Brings the cat to work at the agency with him.

•Everyone loves the kitty, pouting and stroking his fur as he purrs. Everyone loves him! (Especially Kyokua and Kenji <33)

• Although Kunikida scolds him for it because of how the cat spilled coffee all over his files one time.

• He could only glare at the cat as he licks his paws and meows.

• “..I can always buy more..”

• Dazais definitely the type to play pranks on the cat

• Like, place cucumber next to it so the cat can absolutely shit itself and he’d post it everywhere cuz he thinks he’s funny (Chuuya dislikes every single one and calls it animal cruelty)

• The cat however, doesn’t find him funny.

• Ends up with scratches littered across his face and some down his neck by the time he’s out of his bedroom.

“What the hell..?”

“Don’t..ask..”

Which is why you’re now in this predicament, patching him up in your bedroom.

You place a plaster on his nose, patting it gently before sighing softly.

“You bully that cat too much..” You state.

“Nuh uh! He’s the one that brutally assaulted me, why are you taking his side?”

“Alright let’s not go say brutally here..” You huff out a laugh.

He sighs dramatically, before you both hear a freak coming from your door, noticing the cat pushing through the door and slowly making its way in. Dazai glares.

“No, oh no you don’t..” He gets up slowly, backing away.

“Oh my god stop acting like a child, sit the hell down!” You exclaim, grabbing his arm and dragging him to sit back down.

He huffs and sits down, crossing his arms and looking away.

“I have nothing to say to you!” He says to the cat.

“He doesn’t care.” You say monotone, rolling your eyes.

He glares only until the cat jumps on the bed, strutting over to Dazai and curling up in his lap, purring and nuzzling into him.

Silence fills the room only until it’s filled by Dazais sounds of high pitched noise and kissing sounds.

“Ooooh..I’m just so sorry! It was my fault wasn’t it..? Yes it was..It really was..”

You snort a laugh, chuckling as you smile at the sight, taking out your phone to take millions of pictures to send to the agency.

CHUUYA

• So we know he’s more of a dog person, but..

• Y’know the type of person to be so against the idea but then immediately love the animal like it’s their child?

• That’s him.

“Why are you giving me that face??” You ask with a pout.

“What is it with you and bringing goddamn fleabags back to our apartment?!”

You scoff at Chuuya’s complaint, rolling your eyes as you hold the definite disease filled cat to your chest.

“Don’t do that, you’ll get fucking ringworm!!”

“We don’t even know if he has it!”

“So it’s a he now?”

You nod instantly, seeming so sure. That’s when Chuuya sighs heavily, grabbing his car keys on the kitchen counter and swiftly brushing past you and to the door.

“Where are you going?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“Where are we going ya mean..we’re getting that damn thing tested and you’re coming with.”

You smile, nodding, but then stop.

“..You’re not gonna put him down are you?”

He squints his eyes and gives you a dirty look, grabbing the door handle.

“The hell? I’m not a damn monster, come on..let’s go.”

• Turns out the cat didn’t have ringworm, the cat was just rather dirty and needed a wash up and a new home.

• Oh, and turns out she’s a girl!

“I could’ve sworn she was a boy..” You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the cat now resting peacefully in the cage Chuuya you had bought for it.

“I knew it was a girl.” Chuuya states matter a factly, keeping his eyes on the road. You give him a glare.

“Oh shut up, just because you want a dog.”

“Hey, I could buy a damn dog if I wanted to, but no, instead I have to put up with your ass bringing back unnecessary things like rats off the street!”

“It’s a cat..”

“Whatever.”

• Around a few weeks later, you come home and your nostrils are flooded with the mixed smell of tuna and cat food, your nose bunches up in disgust.

• You head towards the smell, the living room and your eyes widen in surprise at what you see.

• Chuuya, who was currently sitting on the floor pampering the cat, whilst she had the higher ground by sitting on a pillow which was placed on the glass table you both had recently purchased.

You stand there for a few moments, head tilting as you blink in surprise, then a little smile creeps up on your lips as you let out a snort.

Chuuya instantly turns to his side with an alarmed look, then seeing it was just you his expression softens and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that..” He says with an irritated tone as he looks back to the cat, now stroking her face with the back of his hand.

“I cannot believe I’m witnessing this right now..” You say to mostly yourself, covering your joyful expression with your hand to try and not irritate Chuuya even further, which of course fails due to your snickering.

“Get that stupid look off your face now.”

You roll your eyes playfully, rushing over to join him in pampering your cat.

“She’s grown on me.” He admits, a small smile placed on his face. You also smile, nudging him playfully.

“So you had to buy the entire pet store?” You ask, referring to the clearly high priced items he had purchased ranging from toys to beds and litter boxes.

“Shut your damn mouth..” He mutters, but you could’ve sworn you heard a chuckle escape past his lips just once.

AKUTAGAWA

• Akutagawa isn’t a cat person.

• Infact, he’s not an animal person.

• Not that he doesn’t like them, just that he’s rather..inexperienced when it comes to taking care of a cat.

• Like Sigmas reaction, he’d be confused and more irritated with the fact that the cat you chose had a resemblance to someone.

Akutagawa froze in place, looking at you with an expression of slight shock. There you stand, with a delicate little ball of fluff in your arms. You beckon for him to come closer with a smile on your face, he hesitates for a moment before approaching, hand covering his face but as he got up close, the neutral expression melts to one of annoyance and exasperation.

“Must you have picked that one out of all of them..?” He questions, his arms crossed with a look of disgust placed on his face.

You smirk, holding up the bicoloured kitty in your arms and shoving it in Akutagawas face, with which he instantly turns the other way. You laugh.

“..You did this on purpose didn’t you..?” He questions again. You could only snicker as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

• At first, he lets you handle the kitty, almost like he’s afraid to touch it.

• Stands atleast a few feet away from you whenever it’s with you.

“Are you..allergic..?”

*cough cough* “Yes.”

• He infact, was not.

• However, you don’t let him escape this easily.

• One day, you decide to leave the kitten on his bed whilst he was still sleeping as you leave in the early hours to run your own “errands”.

• It’s safe to say, he wakes up with a fright.

• He let’s out an annoyed groan as he reads the note on his desk.

• “Spend some time with your son! Have to run errands, buhbye~ (��▽￣)”

• He calls you.

“Hello?”

“You idiot, why would you do this?!” He exclaims.

“Uhh, why would I as a decent human being have to go run errands and keep our home life cozy?” You ‘cluelessly’ ask, biting back a smirk although he can hear it evidently in your voice through the phone.

“No because I know you don’t have any plans to run any ‘errands’ any time soon, what do you take me for some damn fool..?”

“Oh lighten up, Ryū! You never know, it might be fun!” You reassure him, pausing for a moment.

“..But seriously, I really do need you to spend time with him because I read somewhere cats can become depressed if you neglect them for so long, do you want our cat to be depressed, Ryū?!”

“…”

“Don’t answer that..just- haveagood time okaybyeee!!”

“Wait- Y/N!!”

• He ends up awkwardly staring at the cat for a while, before actually getting up and putting in atleast some effort.

• He has to google ‘How to take care of cats’ on your computer and even going out to the library to try and find some books on them.

• A few hours later you stand outside the front door, taking a deep breath as to prepare yourself for the wrath you’re about to receive when you walk through that door.

• But instead, you hear a cough from behind you and a quiet voice speaking.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re home.”

You turn around and your eyes widen.

Akutagawa, had the kitty attached to a leash. You stare, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Akutagawa looks at you with a confused expression.

“..Why are you looking at me like that..?”

You shake your head as you put your fingers on each side of your temple, rubbing furiously.

“Okay okay, pause..what are you doing with our cat?” You ask. He looks at you and blinks before responding, looking down at the kitten.

“Oh, well..I read that some animals, especially cats prefer to be outdoors than indoors, so I bought a leash and took him for a walk.”

You stare at him, trying to process his words.

“You..took the cat..for a walk..?”

“..Yes.”

“The cat..for a walk.” You say again, trying to get it through his head.

“..Yes.”

There’s a ring of silence for a few moments, before Akutagawa breaks it.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Cats are more preferred to go out on their own, not tied to a leash.” You explain.

“..Oh..is that why some people were given me strange looks whilst I was walking doing the street with him?” He asks.

“I suppose.”

He looks down at the cat, nodding slowly.

“Just..” You start, opening the door for you guys with a slight smile. “Come in, I’ll help you with untying him.”

He nods again, picking up the kitten gently and you notice that’s the first time you’ve ever witnessed him getting as close to touching him. Your smile grows.

He brushes past you as you open the door for him, he stops just as he enters and turns to you, hesitating to ask something, but then he does.

“Did I..do good..?”

Your smile grows once more, before carefully placing your hand on his head, which he flinches slightly, but doesn’t stop you.

“You did great, Ryu.”

FYODOR

• Fyodors not too fussed on having a pet.

• Although he believes some could be a distraction to his work and plans, he wouldn’t mind them all much.

• But, would probably not pay much attention to them..

• That is until, you put one in his lap.

“My my..” He starts, looking up at you and looking down at the little black cat placed on his lap, now pawing at his desk. “What have we here?”

“A gift, and one more problem for you to deal with!” You say with such happiness in your tone of voice, he had almost chuckled.

“Funny, truly.” He says with a slight smile. “But I won’t be putting up with such.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Huh?”

“I won’t care for it.” He says, referring to the cat. You gasp, furrowing your eyebrows as you glare.

“You’re joking?”

“Have I ever?”

You cross your arms, scoffing at him.

“I bought this just for you, you know? How ungrateful!”

“But, I didn’t ask you to buy this for me, did I?” He says with a smirk, your expression was baffled as you scoff again, slapping your hand over your heart.

“I’m hurt you know.”

He looks at you once more before turning back to his work, ignoring the cat who was still trying to paw at his desk.

You had a sour look on your face all day until the same night as you were walking to your room, you couldn’t help but hear a jingle of bells coming from Fyodors room? Curiosity grew in your bones as you slowly approached his room, peeking through the crack of the door.

There he was, jingling a little bell in-front of the same cat he had ‘claimed’ he was going to ignore with a slight smile on his face, actually seemingly enjoying the cats company as it leaps up with its paws to try and catch the bell.

You couldn’t help but pout as your heart melts at the scene, scrambling in your pocket to find your phone to capture this moment.

However, curiosity did infact kill the cat (you) when you open the photo app and look up, you notice Fyodor gone, and not only that, but he was now behind the door, poking his head around and looking down at your phone.

You jolt up, throwing your phone and covering your mouth with your hand, he smirks. You only glare.

• Soon after that, you had your phone privileges revoked and kept from by Fyodor.

• And surprisingly enough, pays attention to the cat more than you now.

• Always jingling some sort of key or bell infront of its face

• Always having it on his lap.

• At this point you believe he’s just doing it to annoy you.

• But in all honesty, you found it sweet.

• Fyodor had bought the cat an outfit, one that matched his, the hat and all.

“Y/N, come have a look at this.” He says, hand motioning you to come forward. You nod, standing up from your place on the couch and approaching him. You think he’s just going to show you his layout for his current scheme, but no.

It’s the black cat hearing a little shrunken sized version of Fyodors hat and coat and you melt once again.

“Ooohhh..Fyodor you have to give me my phone back so I can take photos please!!”

“Fine.” He says almost instantly, which you find odd at first but quickly brush it off.

You open your phone and open your camera and take lots of photos of the kitty, then going on the photos and scrolling through them until you see some you had never taken before..Fyodor had taken them. You smirk.

“So much for not caring for it huh?”

He merely shrugs, typing on his computer.

“He’s my new sidekick, you’ve been replaced.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you kick his leg.

“I pay the bills, stupid.” You retort, glaring.

“I cook, ‘stupid’” Fyodor shoots back.

The only noise that can be heard is his typing on his computer and you snarl, looking him up and down with daggers as the kitten meows, nuzzling it’s cheek against Fyodors cold hand.

“Yes, i know malen'kiy kotenok (little kitty), they are rather annoying are they not?” He says to the cat, you narrow your eyes.

“Ew.”

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@/riiwrites - reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤︎︎

[whereslynx]

Heeeey, can you make one where reader and oscar are a couple and they are wearing matching shoes (the Nike Cortez ones ofc :)) and matching Outfits and s.o. is making fun of them and reader gets mad cause making fun of spooky is a no for her? Thanks :)

a/n: of course!! p.s may be a bit inactive due to exams, but I’ll try my best to stay consistent. :)

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The sun was setting over Freeridge, casting a soft, golden glow across the streets as you and Oscar strolled side by side. The air was warm but carried a light breeze that made the evening perfect for a walk. You both wore matching Nike Cortez kicks, crisp white with the signature black swoosh, paired with coordinating black-and-white outfits. It hadn’t been Oscar’s idea at all—it was yours, something you’d sprung on him earlier that morning with that mischievous grin he could never say no to.

Flashback to that morning:

“Mi amor!” you called out from Oscar’s bedroom, your voice carrying a playful note that made him turn his head. He was lounging on the couch, half-watching TV, half-relaxing, but your tone made him pause.

“Hm?” he hummed back, eyes still on the screen.

Peeking your head out from the door with a glint in your eye, you caught his attention fully. That grin on your face said it all. Oscar raised an eyebrow, smirking as he leaned back further into the couch. “You’re up to something, aren’t you? That smile tells me you are.”

You bit your lip, trying to contain your excitement, but you couldn’t hold back. Stepping out with a handful of clothes in one hand and a pair of fresh kicks in the other, you practically bounced over to him. “Look what I found!” you beamed, holding up matching outfits for the two of you. “Pleaseeee.” You begged, jogging over to him, dropping the clothes dramatically onto his lap.

Oscar stared down at the clothes with a dumbfounded look, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Matching fits?” he asked, raising both brows now, his deep voice laced with disbelief.

“C’mon, just this once,” you pleaded, playfully tugging at his arm as you sat beside him, flashing him your best puppy-dog eyes. Oscar shook his head, laughing under his breath as he considered it. “You serious right now? I’m not tryna look like I’ve been dressed by my girl, ma,” he said, though his tone was teasing.

“Please,” you repeated, leaning your head on his shoulder with an exaggerated pout. “We’ll look cute! You’ll love it, promise.” He paused, weighing his options like it was the biggest decision in the world, before finally letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. But only ‘cause it just means pendejos will know you’re mine,” he said, giving in as he shook his head in defeat. “But if the homies say anything… that’s on you.”

You grinned wide, jumping up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “You won’t regret it, trust me!”

Cut back to the present:

Now, as you walked through the neighborhood with Oscar beside you and shopping bags in your hands, you caught a glimpse of the reflection of your matching outfits in a shop window and couldn’t help but smile. You had to admit, you both looked fresh together, despite his initial complaints.

Oscar glanced down at your matching kicks, shaking his head with an amused grin. “Can’t believe you got me wearing this,” he mumbled, though there was no annoyance in his voice—just affection. “You look good, admit it,” you teased, bumping your shoulder into his as you walked. He huffed a little, his arm slipping around your waist to pull you in closer. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe you were right. We look aight.” His smirk widened as he looked down at you. “But you owe me for this one.” You laughed, leaning into his side. “Whatever you say, cariño.”

You both reached Oscar’s parked Impala, the sleek maroon finish reflecting the last rays of the sun as it dipped lower into the horizon. Without hesitation, you hopped into the passenger seat, the familiar scent of leather and that faint hint of cologne that always clung to the car greeting you. The engine roared to life, and with a casual hand on the wheel, Oscar pulled out, cruising smoothly down the block toward his house.

As the Impala glided through the quiet streets, Oscar shot you a quick glance, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Just so you know, the homies are chilling in the front yard,” he said, giving you the usual heads up. He often did this, wanting to make sure you were comfortable before walking into his world. It wasn’t that you minded—it was just his way of easing your nerves in case you didn’t feel like being put on the spot.

You smiled softly, appreciating his thoughtfulness. “I don’t mind,” you assured him, resting your hand over his on the gearshift, the warmth of his skin comforting in the cool evening air. “But I appreciate the heads up. I know you just don’t want me feeling awkward.”

Oscar glanced at you with a small grin, squeezing your hand gently. “Just tryna’ keep things easy for you. Eases my conscience too. You laughed, giving his hand a light squeeze back. “You’re such a softie sometimes, Oscar,” you teased, making him chuckle in response, the deep rumble of his laughter mixing with the hum of the engine. “Can’t help it, not when my woman is so goddamn beautiful.” he shot back with a smirk, eyes flicking back to the road as the two of you neared his place.

As you pulled up into his driveway, the front yard was packed with Santos, lounging on lawn chairs or leaning against cars. There always seemed to be more of them around Oscar’s place at night, like it was their designated spot once the sun dipped and the air cooled down. The sound of laughter and chatter carried on the breeze, mixing with the faint scent of grilled food from a nearby house.

Stepping out of the Impala, you could feel a few curious eyes on you and Oscar as you walked over, your matching outfits catching more attention than usual. You stood tall next to Oscar, who casually dapped up a couple of his boys, his arm eventually slipping around your waist in a relaxed but protective gesture.

“Damn, Spooky, you and your girl tryna’ start a fashion line or something?” one of the Santos teased, a wide grin spreading across his face as he nodded toward your matching Cortez kicks and coordinated outfits. A few of the others chuckled, shaking their heads in amusement.

Oscar snickered, shaking his head but clearly unbothered by the joke. “You just jealous you don’t got a hyna to pull this off with,” he fired back smoothly, pulling you a little closer as he gave you a quick wink.

The guys laughed, but you weren’t about to let anyone poke fun at Oscar, even if it was all in good spirits. You shot a look at the one who made the comment, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned into Oscar just a bit.

“Nah, don’t hate just ‘cause we make this look easy,” you said smoothly, eyes narrowing in playful challenge. “Maybe if you stepped up your game, someone might want to match with you, too.”

The laughter died down for a second as the guys absorbed your comeback, then they all cracked up again. The one who’d spoken up first raised his hands with a grin. “Aight, aight, I feel that!” he admitted, nodding his head in defeat. “Didn’t know Spooky’s girl could snap like that.”

Oscar chuckled, clearly proud as he pulled you in closer, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Shiiit, see. That’s why she’s with me,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth. “Keeps me sharp and keeps y’all in check.” You grinned, giving him a little nudge with your shoulder. “Somebody’s gotta do it.” Oscar looked back at the group, his grin growing wider. “I told y’all, she’s got it handled,” he said, with that easy confidence that made you love him more.

The guys laughed it off, the teasing vibe shifting into a comfortable, lighthearted energy. The evening air cooled around you, but the warmth between you and Oscar lingered, making you feel like you two could take on anything together.

As the laughter died down, the group eased back into their usual rhythm. A couple of the guys grabbed beers from the cooler that sat on the porch, tossing one to Oscar, who caught it without looking. You slipped your hand into his, giving it a small squeeze before he cracked it open and handed you the cap with a grin.

The sun had dipped lower, casting the yard in a soft, golden glow as the sound of music started drifting from someone’s phone. The guys settled back into their lawn chairs, some leaning against cars, others just lounging on the grass. The warm breeze ruffled through the trees, carrying the smell of grilled food and the faint scent of summer nights.

You and Oscar sat on the porch steps, side by side, just enjoying the quiet, the cool air against your skin. Every now and then, one of the guys would pass by, raising a hand in greeting or making some comment that got a laugh. There was no tension—just good vibes, good company, and the easy comfort of being with people who felt like family.

Oscar leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. “You good?” he asked, looking down at you with a smile that softened his usual tough guy exterior.

“Yeah,” you replied, tilting your head back and looking up at the stars starting to blink into view. “This is nice.” You glanced at him, catching the soft warmth in his eyes. “I’m glad we’re here, like this.”

Oscar chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “Me too. Nothing like a night with mi familia.”

[stardustedseas]

anyways

jayce x dog hybrid reader

nsfw +18

cw: human x hybrid, dub con (reader is in heat and doesn't fully understand what's going on, jayce is hesitate to engage because he knows this but they do both want eachother), implied 3some at the end, barely edited- i mostly just copy pasted my rambled from my dms to here

viktor giving jayce a key to his apt so he can feed and walk you when vik cant, youre a little unsure about this new big man coming into your home but viktor likes him, he always brings treats and his big warm hands always give the best belly rubs too so he must be okay :) viktor ends up spending more and more time at the lab working on a big breakthrough in hextech and hasnt been able to get home to you as often but doesn't want you at the lab much because it can be very dangerous, so hes been sending jayce to take care of you more since its easier for him to run over and back rq

(rubbing hands together like an evil fly) while you do miss your owner and you dont fully understand why he cant come home as much right now, you enjoy when jayce visits, hes so kind and fun! he isnt as afraid to rough house play with you he and always indulges you with treat, over all, things have been pretty okay. that is untill you start to feel weird and pent up, all of your clothes feel bad agaisnt your skin and you cant stand to have them on, taking to just wander around naked. you also feel more emotional and the hours of viktor being away turn from sucky but tollerable to you sobbing every morning when he leaves and almost tearing the apt up in a panic if he doest come home at night. you also dont know why but your tummy always feels weird and like your skin is on fire too.

still, you dont want to tell your owner, he always seems so stressed and tired :( you dont want him to get more stressed because of you :( so you do your best to act normal when hes home or jayce is there. this works for about a week before either of them notice too. it's when jayce comes over to give you lunch and your afternoon walk that he can tell something is wrong, usually you come bounding up to the door all excited and whine until he gives you belly rubs and a new treat he brings for you to try but now you're no where to be seen. you dont even come when he calls for you, he ofc gets worried and goes looking, it really isnt like you to not listen or greet him. he finds you all bundled up on viktor bed, wrapped in his blanket with what looks like his entire closet surrounding you. he can't really tell whats going on but he can hear you whimpering and see a lump under the covers wriggling around.

he calls out to you again but you just freeze, when he tries to pull the blanket back you just pull it tighter around yourself and whine for him to go away. something is very obviously wrong so he sits on the edge of the bed and lightly pets you over the covers, he gets even more worried at the strangled, almost hurt sound you let out so he decides that if youre injured, he cant just wait until you come out on your own, so he froces the blanket off you. instead of a bunch of blood like he was worried hed find, its you butt naked, curled around a pillow with your arms clinging to one end and the other squished between your thighs. he would have laughed at how your hair and fur was sticking up all over the place but the tears on your cheeks and the amount of sweat covering your shakey body were far more concerning.

before he can ask you whats wrong or even really process what hes seeing, you are jumping up to crawl into his lap and cling to him instead, sobbing about how you feel so weird and hot and your privates ache so bad and you miss viktor so much. you had started to unconsciously grind against the leg you were stradling, soaking his probably very expensive pants, but had just cried harder when he gently pried you off, so he agreed to give you your beloved belly rubs if you agreed to lay back down. he was struggling to think straight with the way you were desperately humping him and crying into his neck but this didnt help at all, seeing you layed out bare and needy infront of him, moaning so obscenely just from him petting your soft belly, really backfired on him lmfao its even worse when you start bucking your hips up and wiggling around (he can more clearly see the wet sheen of slick coating your mound and inside of your thighs) and try to push his hand lower, telling him it hurts and you want him to pet you down there.

you just know that those big strong hands could make you feel better :( it feels so good when he pets your head or tummy, the rough callouses contrasting how gently he touches you. jayce is a very strong willed man who does not give in easily, his morals always holding fast, but he is also n o t immune to the way your cute fluffy ears lay flat and you look up at him with the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes hes ever seen in his life while begging for him to please not go, please dont leave you alone and in pain. god he really should go call viktor, tell him whats going on and absolutely not give in to your pleading- youre in heat for fucks sake and desperate and not thinking clearly and youre not even his dog hes just helping out his bestie and- whatever resolve he had went out the window when you were able to yank his hand down between your thighs and sloppily push it against you, desperately moving his hand as if trying to make him pet you.

he cant help but give in, he swears he will just get you off once then call viktor, just so you arent in as much pain. hes supposed to be taking care of you after all, what kind of friend would he be if he left you to suffer... unfortunately for his conscious, that does not work out because the second he sinks one of his thick fingers into your poor puppy cunt and sees(and Feels) the way you almost instantly cum with the prettiest moan of his name, he had absolutely no chance of being able to leave now. not when hes felt how tight and warm and wet you are. god he bets you taste as good as you look too,,,,

anyways like i said im bad at the actual smut part but he ends up fingering and eating you out a couple times before he is once again worn down even more by the way you roll onto your stomach and arch your hips up, burring your nose into one of viktors dirty shirts. youre not fully sure what youre begging for but all you know is hes making you feel so so good and being in this position just feels right, like this is all you were made for. by this point poor jayce is so turned on he couldn't possibly have left now so he once again gives in and kneels behind you, leaning over so his broad chest is layed across your back, pressing your almost limp body down more into the matress while he reaches around for your still throbbing pussy. he swears he was just gonna get you off on his fingers one more time in a position that felt more natural for you, THEN he was gonna call viktor,,,,,, but its not even five minutes later before he is carefully pushing the fat tip of his cock in, trying not to hurt you. he may not be able to knot or breed you like you need, but hopefully his cum filling you up can help :3

viktor gets worried after jayce is gone longer than usual and ends up going home as well, hes already further ahead in his experiment than expected so he can take an early break, he has been away from his beloved pet an awful lot and he misses you so much :( the last thing he was expecting to see when he got back was jayce fucking his puppy into his bed surrounded by all his clothes lmfao cough not that hes too upset tho, just disappointed he missed out on half the fun before showing up. its okay tho, you are far from satiated and as amazing as jayce feels, you still miss your masters cock :3

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im so sorry

[sunnyie-eve]

54 | Today is the Day

Series: Unexpected

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: steamy kissing, slight dry humping

| MASTERLIST |

At the moment Dani dreaded getting out of bed. Last night her and Matt finally agreed to let Nick and Chris in on the secret of them. They were even going to film a video for her channel to post in the future to announce they were together. But that wasn't the main reason she wasn't jumping for joy. He also mentioned telling Colby after telling Nick and Chris later in the day.

Turning her head to the right, she looks at the spot Matt was sleeping in before sneaking back to his room before anyone woke up, "I hate that I fell for your stupid ass." She laughs at herself. 

Rolling out of bed she grabs clothes for the day to change into after her shower. She hoped a shower would relax her a bit. While showering she hears Matt enter the bathroom to use it, "Morning." He tells her still tired.

"What time did you leave?" 

"I believe it was six o'clock. I still don't understand while we've been sneaking back to our rooms for the past few weeks. They already know we have sleepovers." Matt looks at himself in the mirror.

"We didn't want them thinking too much." She laughs.

"Well to keep up the act... I'll leave now. They're in the kitchen so they know I came in here while you're showering." He tells her before opening the shower door to poke his head in, "Kiss." Dani shakes her head giving him a kiss before he leaves.

Nick and Chris still didn't fully understand how the two shared the bathroom when one was showering and the other had to pee. The shower door was semi-see though so they thought it was impossible but it wasn't. Way before the two even started dating then talked about how they could make it work. Plan and simple, don't look. Do what you need to do and go. Plus they respected each other no matter how bad they each wanted to take a peek at some point.

After the shower, Dani eats breakfast with the guys and then they all relax on the couch watching TV before going out later to film the car video for Dani's channel. As time got closer to leaving Matt could tell Dani didn't want it to come. 

"I need to get things ready." She goes to her room and the other two didn't think much of it.

Matt waits for a bit before going to check on her to see her pacing her room, "Honestly, I'm relieved we are finally doing this with them." He tells her.

"Until they joke even more about us." Dani adds, "And now keep an eye on us when alone."

"True, true, true but I can finally kiss you around the house without being careful." He wraps his arms around her, "That's the best part of this." He gives her a kiss and sees the look on her face, "You're mainly nervous because when we release it and telling Colby later."

"Duh, and we haven't talked since our fight. What when I see him say, hey remember that fight we had about me liking Matt or not? Yeah, we've been dating for months actually." She gives Matt a look walking away from him as he sits on her bed,

"Not exactly, but I'll be with you. If he acts up we leave. It's that simple." He tells her, "Come here." He puts his arms out then takes her hands pulling her closer, "You won't be alone, I promise."

"And this is why I fucking love you."

What started as a sweet and slow kiss quickly turned into Dani straddling his lap, making out intensely. The thought of Colby was completely forgotten, his hands resting firmly on her hips as he held her close. Matt's grip tightened on her hips as the kiss deepened, his body responding eagerly to her closeness. His hands slide up from her hips, trailing gently along her sides

Matt pauses briefly, "We should hurry and tell them." He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from hers, his breath mingling with hers, "Just so they know if we're alone to leave us alone." He murmurs, his voice low, before attacking her lips again.

"Matt." She giggles as she kisses him back. 

His thumb gently tilts her chin up so he can deepen the kiss. His hands slowly slide down to her waist, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Matt's body responds to Dani's closeness and the intensity of the kiss. A noticeable bulge begins to form in his pants, growing with each passing moment. His hands guide her hips in slow, gentle movements against his growing erection, and Dani knew exactly what he was doing. His kisses become more urgent, his breathing heavier as he fights the urge to grind harder against her. 

"You know we're about to leave right." She reminds him trying to hold back her moans as she kisses along his jaw.

"Sadly it doesn't take me long when it comes to you." His hips buckle a bit.

"Yeah, you c-," He cuts her off with his lips on her again. 

Matt's hands slide up her back, arching her closer to him as he continues the rhythm against her. His teeth gently scraping against her neck as he kisses but doesn't suck at her sensitive skin. His free hand reaches up to gently tug at her hair, pulling her head back further to give him better access to her neck.

"GUYS ARE YOU SET TO GO!" Chris yells ready to film since he was bored out of his mind. 

"See what I mean." Matt groans tossing his head back.

"Yeah, and you have extra jeans in here so you're lucky." Dani gets off him.

"Now lets go do this." He smiles once he was in new pants and calms himself down before leaving her room first then she follows.

"Can someone please tell me what we are doing if not a normal car video? For our channel or Dani's channel. I'm getting nervous." Nick asks sitting in the back with Dani as they film for a video.

"It's for the future." Dani lets him and Chris know.

"Guys, I just wanna say before we get into the reason for this future video..." Matt starts to rub his hands together getting nervous.

"So this is for your channel?" Chris looks back at Dani.

"Yes, it's for my channel but for months in advance." She tells him.

"So there's something the two of us know and a few others know too that you two and a few others don't know. It's a big thing and a huge deal that has been going on. Any guesses?" Matt asks his brothers.

"Yeah, it's a big thing that has been going on since late March." Dani adds.

"I seriously have no idea what it could be." Nick laughs, "It sounds like some big secret project."

"Is it a brand deal?" Chris asks looking at Matt then back at her.

"Not close at all." She points with her finger laughing.

"Hell, are you secretly pregnant?" Chris jokes to me funny shocking the others.

"What the fuck? To you, I'm single so how? Plus I would be huge by now." Dani laughs at him not believing him.

"It was a joke since I have no clue what it could be."

"It's a big deal?" Nick looks at Matt.

Matt nods his head, "'It's super huge." Matt turns to look at him.

"Is it bigger than us when we shared you turned me down?" Chris looks back at Dani again.

"I would say it's the same level but higher." Dani nods her head a bit, "Shock value. More hate" She adds.

"Which sucks." Matt says before breaking the news, "Regardless you're my girlfriend." He adds and the two gasp.

"That I am." Dani smiles as Matt looks back at her.

"What?!" Nick shouts, "Are you FUCKING SERIOUS!" He now yells throwing his arms up making Matt and Dani laugh.

"WE KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP!" Chris shouts turning back to point at Nick.

"You fucking assholes."

"Just friends my ass." Chris adds making Nick laugh.

"We did okay." Matt smiles looking back at Dani.

"I think we did well." She agrees with him.

"When we joked about something going on between you two. We didn't seriously think it." Nick explains to the two.

"We just hoped at one point our joking would become true." Chris adds then stops for a second, "Turns out we were right to joke around. And I'm super happy."

"We were lucky we were already super close before hand." Dani explains why she thinks the secret was easy to keep from the two.

"We got to play it off easier." Matt smiles at Dani causing her to smile too.

"Why wait to tell us about it?" Chris asks wanting to know.

"We wanted to enjoy it without you two driving us insane." Dani tells him.

"Technically, you two still drove us crazy wanting it to happen." Matt adds laughing.

"It was worse than if you knew." Dani makes Nick laugh pointing at Chris since he was the main one.

"I feel like you two should thank me." Chris decides to mess with the two.

"Thank... you?" Dani says confused.

"Like what?" Matt turns back to look at her confused as well.

"Yeah." Chris nods his head, "If like she didn't turn me down."

Matt starts to shake his head, "Dude. You're joking but still don't. It's weird. Don't please." M=He says a bit annoyed with the joke because it wasn't funny at all.

Chris looks at his phone for a few seconds as the car filled with silence, "Yeah, I know that was a bit much." Chris agrees it was out of line, "I'm sorry." He apologizes, "Dani, you know it was a joke as well, right?" He looks back at her.

"I do but remember there's still fans who wish I said yes to you..." Dani gives him a look then at the camera, "Too bad so sad to y'all out there that wanted that." She makes the guys crack up.

"Yeah, she's Matt's and only Matt's." Nick snaps his fingers pointing at the camera, "We are team Datt till death." He adds making Matt laugh while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Also Madison, Tara, Justin, and your mom know about us." Dani adds letting them know who else knew before them.

"We know mom and Justin keep secrets." Nick shakes his head rolling his eyes a bit.

"Yep." Matt laughs.

"Now we gotta keep an eye on you two." Chris points his finger at the two shaking it a bit, "No more doors closed." He makes them laugh at him.

"Now I say lets go to lunch before we have to tell Colby." Matt tells the whole car.

"Oh yeah." Nick agrees.

"Man do I wish we were 21 so you two drink beforehand." Chris tells the two and they all laugh.

[hearts4golbach]

can you make a long Johnnie x fem reader fluff?🙏🏼🫶🏼

Slumber Party.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n: happy april foolsss!

i impatiently waited for my boyfriend to text and tell me he was done recording with jake. i scrolled aimlessly on tiktok, reposting videos that reminded me of johnnie. about an hour had passed before i received a text from him.

johnnie: hey baby i'll be over soon if i can still stay over :))

me: ofc you can 😭 i'll see you when you get here ❤️❤️

johnnie: i'm so excited to see you

johnnie: i've been so busy

johnnie: i miss you

me: i miss you more, now hurry up and get here

johnnie: yes ma'am

10 more minutes had passed, my heart beating faster as i heard a knock on the door. i practically sprinted towards the door, throwing it open to reveal my handsome boyfriend. he stood there with a smile on his face before pulling me in for a tight hug. i jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he laughed.

"did you miss me?" he teased, running his fingers through my hair. i remove my head from the crook of his neck, giving him the look. he giggled again before leading me back to the living room. he gently dropped me on the couch before plopping down next to me. "did you have anything planned."

i nodded, "mhm. i bought cookie dough so we can make cookies and watch a movie. but, we don't have to do that." i smiled softly.

he pats my knee before standing up, "well, let's go make those cookies. are you gonna watch scary movies with me tonight?"

i roll my eyes as i open the fridge. "why are you so persistent? horror movies aren't really my thing." i complain, setting the dough out on the counter.

johnnie had already gotten the cookie sheet out. "i think you'd really like them, you just haven't gotten to see any good ones!" he protests.

"fine." i give in, earning quiet cheers from johnnie. "if you traumatize me even more, i'm going to kill you."

"whatever you say, love." he smirks before placing a kiss on my forehead.

we began to make small balls of cookie dough and placed them strategically across the pan. i made johnnie put the pan in the oven since i had always been afraid of heat. i thanked him quickly, placing a kiss on his lips before eating some of the raw cookie dough. i gathered some of the leftovers on my finger and licked it off, my mouth making a pop sound. he raised his eyebrows before doing the same.

i smacked my lips slightly. "so, i had an idea." i smile nervously, "we should do face masks."

he raised his eyebrows higher. "i mean, sure."

"do i get to post us on instagram if we do?" i plead, pressing my hands together.

he dramatically rolled his eyes, "sure."

"your fangirls are gonna eat that shit up." i teased. "we can put them on while we wait for the cookies to bake."

"yeah," he held a goofy smile on his face.

we took an adventure to the bathroom. i pulled out a container of peel off face mask that i had gotten at dollar tree, funny enough. "this shit may burn our skin off, it's from dollar tree."

"oh, whatever. my skin is fucked up anyway." he replied, covering his face and shaking his head.

"oh, shut up." i laughed. i handed him a headband. "we gotta pull your bangs back, babe."

he scrunched his nose before obliging, slipping on the slug eye headband to reveal his forehead. i took a makeup wipe and began to take off all of the excess makeup he had on. he washed his face as i did the same, taking off all my makeup then washing my face whenever he was done.

i hopped up on the counter to get to eye level with Johnnie. i squeezed some of the face mask onto my finger before spreading it all over his forehead and face. the sparkly hot pink face mask was a drastic contrast to his fully black clothing and dark hair.

he looked in the mirror, making weird faces as the face mask began to dry. "give it here, let me do yours." he giggled like a child before taking the tube from my hand.

while he was putting the pink goo all over my freshly washed face, another idea popped into my head. "what if we built a fort to watch a movie in with our cookies?" the giddiness in my voice shone through.

he smiled, "what? are we in 5th grade?" he asked me teasingly as he washed the leftover face mask off of his fingers.

"no, but what's stopping us? come on, it'll be fun!" i pleaded with him.

"i'm just messing with you, i'd love to." he admitted. he kissed me forehead, getting face mask on his lips. he laughed, "shit." he mumbled as he wiped the residue off of his mouth.

"okay, let's go heck on those cookies." i dragged him out of the bathroom back into the kitchen. as i opened the oven, a strong draft of chocolate chip cookie smell hit me. "oh my god, they smell so good." i exaggerated.

"well, are they done?" he asked impatiently.

"looks like it." i scooted out of the way so he could pull them out of the oven.

we let them cool as we migrated to the living room to make our fort. johnnie pulled in chairs from the dining room as i gathered all of my extra sheets and blankets. i made a palette on the floor and Johnnie put a chair at every corner and 2 on either side of the blankets. from the floor, we could see the tv perfectly. using teamwork, we draped a sheet over all of the chairs. finally, we tossed all of our pillows inside.

the cookers were still warm but now they were edible. i tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave as we plated the cookies and grabbed glasses of milk and another miscellaneous drink from my fridge.

Johnnie and i crawled into the blanket fort. i leaned back into his shoulder, careful as to not get any face mask on his shirt. he smelled faintly of his cologne and the face mask. i turned on IT, specifically the one from 2017. It was one of my favorite movies, obviously. i pulled out my phone and took a picture of the two of us before setting it as my new wallpaper and posting it on instagram.

Johnnie began to pick at his now dried face mask. “i think mine is fully dried.”

“the. you can peel it off and put the scraps-“ i paused, looking for somewhere to set them for the time being. “somewhere. we can throw them away later, i don’t want to get up now.”

after i had peeled all of mine off, i curled up in johnnies arms. i leaned my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. we laid like that for a couple hours, adjusting as needed as we watched IT and the sequel to IT.

“you hungry?” Johnnie gently shook my shoulder, making sure i was awake. “i’ll door dash us something to eat, if you are.”

i nodded, “yeah, i am.”

“wanna order Chick-Fil-A?” he asked, scrolling through the door dash app.

i hummed, “that sounds so good right now, yes.”

he made the order. i rolled over to check my phone. it was around 1 in the morning, and surprisingly i wasn’t all that tired. Johnnie decided to turn on The Crow since i had never seen it before.

whenever the food finally arrived, we ate our hearts out and finished off the rest of the cookies we had made. we turned on another movie whenever that was over. Johnnie and i laid there in each others arms, full and content.

as both of our eyelids began to get heavy and our eyes watery, we decided to move upstairs into my bedroom. i threw myself onto the bed and Johnnie crawled in next to me, wrapping his arms around me before pulling me closer. he kissed my forehead, whispering a sweet goodnight before we both drifted off to sleep.

[margoisthemoon2]

Halsin x Astarion x Afab reader // Headcanon story

~~~ AFAB Reader is in a poly relation with these two. This takes place after BG3 is over. Both SFW and NSFW. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ~~~

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* The three of you got a cabin together. Away from the bustling town. Corn and wheat crops semi hide your comfy home. Behind it sits a large forest. Mainly only accessible by the road. Astarion, Halsin and You make due to live and go by your day peacefully. The three of you share an XL bed. With the money you three saved up to get it custom made to fit you guys but mainly Halsin large size.

* In the winter Astarion keeps you company inside while Halsin goes out hunting for the two of you. Sitting close to the fire and wrapped in a thick blanket. When the fire starts dying astarion goes out to get more wood. Eventually Halsin arrives with a deer or a few rabbits to cook. Maybe even fish if there is a part of the river that hasnt frozen over completely.

* In the summer/spring astarion leaves at night to feed every few days. Halsin helps prepare dinner and clean around the house. You suddenly rush outside, throwing up in a bush. Youre pregnant.

* Its late winter. Halsin runs into town to fetch a midwife. Youre grabbing onto a chair screaming in pain as astarion holds your hand and rubs your back “where the hell is he” he says grittily looking at the door. “Come you must get into the bed” he says helping you walk

* “Push mother. I need you to push one more time” the midwife says. You strain and scream as you push again. “Grab me the hot towel quickly” the midwife yells. Astarion holds your hand and Halsin jumps up and run to grab the towel that was prepared for you. Soon cries filled the room. “Its-its a girl” the midwife says cleaning and wrapping the newborn in the towel and handing you her. “What should we name her?” Halsin asks “Astaria of course” Astarion says “we are not naming the baby after you!!” You say “Her name will be Meridith” you say kissing her temple “What a lovely name my heart” Halsin says.

* Its been 3mths since the birth of your baby girl. Astarion has left for the night to go feed. Halsin walks in from taking down the clothes that was washed earlier. He walks over to you town as you just got done feeding her. Gently he takes her from you into his arms and rocks her until she is fast asleep. He brings her to the crib that he carved and lays her in bed. You watch them as he lays her down and kisses her cheek. You smile. He walks around and behind you. “We made that” he says hugging you. You hum. He starts kissing your neck. Moving his hands to your waist “no. Not here” you say “yes here” he replies grabbing you harder and pushing your hips into him fully. You can feel his hard on as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. He picks you up and carry you to the bed.

* Halsin went hunting for the day. Astarion is reading a book and Meridith is napping in front of the fire. You walk over to him. He leans his book down looking at you. “Yes my flower? Looking for a cuddle?” He says putting his book away and leaning back onto his arms “no” you say getting on the bed and straddling him. You lean down kissing him. “Oh i like where this is going” he says wrapping an arm around your waist. The kissing gets more and more heated. Soon youre rocking your hips onto him. “Ah i cant take this” astarion flips you two over with him on top of you. “We are about to have alot of fun” he says smirking

* Its been 4yrs. Meridith adores the three of you. Even differentiate you all as parents, papa is Astarion, daddy is Helsin and ofc Mama is you. Its the afternoon. Meridith is at school and the three of you have the home to yourselves for now. Youre washing dishes. Soon you feel a large presence behind you, its halsin. He roughly grabs your hips and you feel kisses along your neck and soon back. You moan a little. “Come here to me” he says grinding his hips against you. Feeling his hard on through his pants. You feel your skirt being lifted up and warm hands on your thighs. Soon he slips into your underwear. His thick fingers plays with your clit before he dives in. Pumping in and out of you. Your wetness making it super easily to slip out. A second and then third finger was added. Your moans getting louder. He removes then and a loud tear was heard. The cool air hits your cunt. You hear him grunt and then felt lips onto your sweetness. You grip the counter top and he licks and sucks at your heat. You gasp as you try to close your legs but halsins strength hold them open. Youre cumming. You hear him gulp as he drinks every ounce of you. “Gods youre delicious” he says, behind you hear him as he removes his clothing. “Prepare yourself” he says before diving into you, over and over again he plunges into you. The slapping of skin against skin fills the room. Both of you grunting and moaning. The door opens and walks in astarion. “Oh what a show” he says undoing his pants and begins stroking himself. You moan not even noticing astarion has entered. You felt your arms being grabbed and you being lifted off the counter and moved around. You open your eyes to see a dick in front of you. “Go on now. Give it a suck” astarion says gently slapping your face with his hard on. In your daze you take all of him in your mouth. Sucking with the help of halsin pounding from behind. You feel hands on your head and breasts. “Gods fuck im close” halsin says “Me too. Shes amazing” Astarion says grunting. Above you astarion and helsin lock eyes and both leans over. They start making out helsing starts pounding you harder than ever. Your muffled moans are more louder “Ah fuck!!” Halsin says grabbing your hips tighter as he gives two more pounds before burying himself into you. You can feel his hot cum cover your walls and start to leak out of you. Eventually he pulls out. “Fuck, fuck, shit” astarion gasps as he cums in your mouth you swallow every last bit of him. He pulls out.

* Too weak to hold yourself up you drop to the floor. Quivering you catch your breath and come down from your high. “Ill go run us a bath my sweets” halsin says. Cleaning himself up and walking away. Astarion removes the rest of your clothes. Halsin returns and picks you up in his arms. Carrying you to the hot bath. “If you wasnt pregnant before. You sure are now” he chuckles “Ill be joining you two in there” astarion says behind you both as the bathroom door closes.

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN OVERSTIMULATION WITH SUB LOGAN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

😂Ahhh god I love these over stim with Logan ones, ofc I’m gonna do it… i really dk bout this but here it goes:

KINKTOBER: DAY smth well 9th October - OVERSTIMULATION with sub Logan

Note: ofc it’s dirty dirty dirty.

Logan had dreamed for years about being dominated by a woman. Logan never really seemed to want to try anything new. He had given it several tries, but nothing had ever changed much. he was great in bed, he was always satisfied, and thought his partners were too. It was so hard to tell sometimes. Whenever he took the lead she was willing to do almost anything, but she would never take charge.

Logan spent several hours a week on the internet searching for male sub stories and movies. Trying to discreetly watch and read while wade was working or doing chores.

Logan finally stumbled onto a Female Dom site, where the Dom was located only 20 miles away. His cock throbbed as he looked at her site and imagined that he was the slut in the pictures.

Her name was Mistress y/n. She was not a runway model, but boy did she look hot in her leather outfit. Her breast covers were held on with Velcro, and the crotch cover was removable and left plenty of room for any activity. For several months Logan went to her site, afraid to click on the contact button. A couple of times he clicked on it then changed his mind, afraid of the consequences if he was caught.

One evening Logan went to Mistress y/n’s web site. Wade was over at his friend's house helping her redecorate the Living room, so Logan could relax a bit and actually listen to the sound clips.

She sounded sexy. Mistress y/n had posted a new series, where she took a new male sub and filmed his training from start to finish. Logan had seen it appear months ago, but was afraid to watch while his fwb was in the house. He clicked on the first clip: Training begins.

The movie began with a fully dressed male in his thirties standing alone in a semi-dark room.

The room was full of every kind of S/M toy you could imagine. Whips, collars, cock restraints, dildo’s, vibrators, strap on’s hung on the walls neatly. Logan could barely make out the clothes racks full of outfits. Scattered around the room were racks, saw horses, stocks, tables, chairs. It was obvious that Mistress y/n could restrain her slaves in any position she desired. Logan’s cock throbbed and pulsed, God he wanted to masturbate and she hadn’t even entered the room yet!

Mistress y/n walked into the room and watched the man looking around the room. “Attention Slut!” she said. The man jumped and turned toward her. “Hi, I was just admiring your toys.” “Silence Slut!” “You are not starting out very well.” “You were instructed to enter this room, face the door, and wait for me.” “I’m sorry.” The man said. “Silence Slut!” “I will go over the rules that you agreed to one more time.” “If you fail again, you will be ejected, never to return” 1) Do not speak unless spoken to, and then you may only reply with: “Yes Mistress” “No Mistress” “Please Mistress” “Thank You Mistress” 2 You will be naked at all times unless I instruct you otherwise. 3) You will obey my instructions immediately, without question or hesitation. 4) The code words are “Red” for stop, and “Yellow” for I’m not sure I can take it anymore. If you use either I will be disappointed both in you and in my instruction pace. 5) Our contract will remain in effect until either of us declares it void. If the contract is voided, you will leave immediately and will never have any contact with me or mine again.

Mistress y/n cupped her hand under the man’s chin, forcing him to look directly at her. “Do you understand and agree to these conditions?”

“Yes Mistress” the man replied.

“Excellent” Mistress y/n said. “Please do not disappoint me again, or it will go very hard for you”

Mistress y/n put a leather collar around the slaves neck. The collar had the word slut embossed in two places. "This collar shows your status and your name."

“Now remove your clothes Slut” she snapped. Startled, he jumped and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Mistress y/n reached over to the wall and grabbed a riding crop. “Stupid SLUT” she said as she thwacked him stiffly across his ass 3 times. “What did I just tell you?”

“Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress” he yelped. He feverishly ripped off the rest of his clothes as she continued to expertly hit his exposed areas. Not hard enough to leave welts, but enough to scare him and get his attention.

After much deliberation Logan finally contacted her.

End. (I am on vacay sorry, I’ll be back home on eleventh. Just for a little peak)

Will post part two if y’all want

[squiblez]

Leo x reader frenemies headcanons

Frenemies to lovers my beloved

I'm a firm believer in Leo being into the tsundere types

teasing is his love language <3

having trouble opening something? "Need some help there? Not everyone can be as strong as moi. Especially you."

god forbid you're short

you will never hear the end of it

"Come on short stack, jump for it." while he dangles something above your head

will rest his arm on your head knowing fully well it pisses you off

will totally spar with you

only playfully though, he doesn't wanna actually hurt you

if you're not trained he'll go super easy on you, restraining you just enough to win

and brag ofc

"Aw you were really trying that time, weren't you?"

if you are trained? constant wrestling matches

you two always fight to come out on top

he probably still wins tbh

likes teasing you but doesn't enjoy the roles being reversed

if there's something you're better at than him or you beat him at something? he's a sore loser

Leo prides himself on being a winner

he's not used to losing

nor does he intend to become used to it

he'll practice whatever it is you beat him at in his free time, fully intending to best you later

doesn't like when you banter with others the way you do him

if you get in a friendly squabble with one of his brothers Leo will be a pouty baby the rest of the day

you're his frenemy, no one else is welcome

this feeds into my possessive Leo headcanon

but I don't think he realizes that's what it is

to add to that he definitely loves when you wear anything blue

he can and will tease you about it

"Oh ho ho! I see you're rocking my color. Makes sense you'd wanna match the coolest ninja in the world." "It's pure coincidence." "Mhm sure."

again if you wear one of his brothers' colors he'll spend the day sulking

ofc if you question him he'll deny being in a mood

he'll reset the next day and act like nothing happened

right back to his usual middle school bully routine

eventually he'll realize what he's feeling is a crush, but he'll be in denial for a minute

when he does accept it there's a shift in his demeanor around you

he still pokes and prods but there's a sort of gentleness that wasn't there before

if he sees you struggling with something he'll still make fun of you but he'll do so while helping

he'll let you win once in a while during sparring

he likes seeing how excited you get

you're complaining about the lair being cold? god you're such a baby, just take his jacket

no, no, since you're sooo cold you need to borrow it

he totally isn't using this as an excuse to see you in his clothes

he would never

his brothers and April have a betting pool to see how long this continues before you realize he likes you

you aren't completely oblivious to this new behavior of course but whenever you question it he just rolls his eyes and says you're imagining things

you two idiots could win awards the way you dance around the subject

[sjsmith56]

Make Believe

Summary: Bucky’s cover gets blown during an undercover mission and he scrambles to get out of town, with the help of two civilians.

Length: 4.2K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC (named, not described), OMC (named, not described), Sam Wilson, several other Avengers.

Warnings: Cursing, mostly.

Author notes: Just a silly little story with a fluffy ending.

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Well, that could have gone better. All the planning, all the preparations, the creation of the back story for his fake identity, was for nothing when the nano sleeve on Bucky's arm suddenly stopped working and his cover blown. He had barely made it out of the building, leaving a trail of broken bodies behind him. Jumping into the first taxi he saw, he just told the driver to go, until he asked him to stop at the bus station. Arriving there, he threw some money at the driver, then bolted inside.

Quickly, he found the locker that held his possessions, and opened it with the key he had hidden inside his boot. Pulling the backpack out he reached in for his phone and dialled Sam. It was answered on the first ring.

"Where are you?" asked his partner. "You didn't answer your comms."

"Didn't have them," he replied. "The nano sleeve stopped working and they made me. Had to pull the comms out and lay them on the table or they would have killed me. Did you know they had alien pulse weapons? Even I can't outmaneuver them." He rubbed his face. "I'm at the bus station but my exit plans are shot as they took everything from me, Sam, everything except the key to the locker here and that's only because I had it hidden in my boot."

"Alright, you stay there, and I'll arrange for a pickup with a friendly face."

Bucky kept scanning the interior of the bus station for any signs of the cartel, fully expecting them to show up at any moment. It was good he did because he made the pair of men as soon as they entered. Quickly, he turned away and hid behind a pillar.

"Sorry, they're here. I have to make myself scarce. I'm going to go off-grid and get back to you."

"Buck? Stay safe."

"Always."

He hung up, putting his phone in his pocket and slipping his gloves on. Then he hefted the backpack over his shoulder and went out a door marked as Authorized Entrance Only that led to a service hallway. Eventually, he found the outside exit and went through it, stepping into an alley. He headed towards one end of it, then stopped when another door from the bus station opened and the two men who were in there looking for him came out. As they looked in the other direction, he yanked open the nearest door in the alley, breaking the lock, and stepping inside. He closed the door most of the way and looked out the slimmest of cracks towards where the other two men had just turned this way.

"What the hell?"

Whirling around, he saw a woman who had just come out of a change room with several articles of clothing draped over her arm. Grabbing her, he pulled her back into the change room, pushing her against the wall, while placing one hand over her mouth and dragging the curtain across with the other. Her eyes were wide with fear as he leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.

"I'm one of the Avengers on an undercover mission. My cover was blown and I'm trying to stay out of their hands. If I remove my hand from your mouth and show you my metal hand, you'll know I'm telling you the truth. All I ask is that you don't raise the alarm."

She nodded and he took his hand off her mouth, then pulled his glove off. Looking from his hand to his face then back again, her demeanour relaxed somewhat, and she leaned back against the wall in the change room, as she studied him. Before she could say anything, they heard the door to the alley open and the sounds of someone coming in. Bucky peeked out the curtain and mouthed the word "Fuck." Smirking at him, she put her hand on his arm, pointing to herself then towards the men. Shaking his head no at her intended action, he had no choice when she slipped through the curtain with the clothing she was going to buy and accosted the two.

"Hey, what are you doing back here? Help! There are two guys in the ladies' change room!"

They both ran back through the door into the alley and Bucky stuck his head out, then looked at her before ducking back in when the store employee came into the change room, finding the broken door. The two women both opened it and the one who helped him pointed to the two men who were at the other end of the alleyway. For a moment, he thought he would be stuck in there then the woman who helped him suddenly said she had forgotten something and returned to the cubicle, while the other went to the front to call the authorities.

"I'll distract her," she whispered. "You go out the front door."

He nodded in agreement and pulled the curtain back slightly, watching as she and the employee returned to the front of the store. As she kept the woman occupied, Bucky kept low, sneaked out past them through the front door and onto the street. Raising his hand to hail a cab he heard the woman's voice.

"I have a place nearby you can hide," she said, as she slid her hand into his arm.

"I don't want to put you in danger," he protested as the cab pulled up.

She got inside, then leaned out from the back seat. "You owe me. Now get in here."

With a sigh, he joined her, then turned around to make sure they weren't being followed while she gave the driver her address. Facing forward again, he extended his right hand to her, shaking her hand.

"Bucky Barnes. Didn't you want to stay and give the police your statement?"

She shrugged. "The lady phoned the owner, and she didn't want to deal with the hassle so they're just going to get the door fixed. I'm Julie North. So, who were those guys?"

"Drug cartel," he answered. "They were getting into arms dealing of weapons they had no business having." He raised his hand. "I had a nano sleeve on disguising this and it shut down at the worst possible time. They took everything from me, except a key to a locker at the bus station where I stashed my stuff. I need to arrange for an exit."

"Sounds exciting," she said. "I did alright back there, didn't I?"

He smirked. "Yeah, you did good, but I mean it. I shouldn't be putting you in danger. If they figure out you helped me, they'll come after you."

Just as he was about to tell the cab driver to pull over, they were sideswiped by another vehicle. Looking out the window past Julie, Bucky saw the two guys who had been in the alley in the other car, with one of them aiming a gun at them. He pushed her down onto to the floor and yelled at the driver to slam on the brakes then turn right. The cabbie complied, doing exactly what Bucky told him.

"Speed up," he said, "take the next right."

Pulling his backpack up while he looked behind them, Bucky pulled out a gun and made sure the magazine was full. He had enough time to pull a couple of full magazines out, handing them to Julie, before the cabbie calmly got his attention.

"They're behind us again. What's the plan?"

"You've been under fire before," said Bucky.

"Yup, ex-military," said the cabbie. "Doan's the name. I heard your story."

"Sorry for this," said Bucky. "You own the car?"

"Nope, but it's a piece of shit, anyway. Might be better to put it out of its misery."

"Alright. Doan, just don't let them herd us into an isolated area. Chances are they're going to try to set up some crossfire and take us out."

He pulled out his phone and dialled Sam again, putting it on speaker. Doan swerved in and out of traffic trying to dodge the following car, jostling Bucky, and Julie in the back seat.

"Hey, are you in a safe place?"

"I wish." Bucky rolled his eyes. "I'm in the back seat of a taxi and we've already been sideswiped. I have a civilian in the back seat with me and an ex-military cabbie. Can you lock onto my signal and get a safe exit route?" He looked at Doan. "You have a tracker on this piece of shit?"

"Yup." He relayed the code assigned to his taxi loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Got it," said Sam. "Torres, you into the street cams and satellite images, yet?" There was silence for a moment then he came back on. "Okay, we have you, and Peter's hacking into the street light system to get you further away from the guys chasing you. We think they're trying to force you near the waterfront so stay away from there if you can."

Suddenly, a second vehicle pulled out in front of them, making Doan swerve the wheel to avoid being hit. He turned left with enough force to send Bucky into the right door. The impact of 220 lbs of super soldier muscle was too much for the piece of shit taxi door, and he hung halfway out, desperately bracing his legs to keep from sliding out completely, while still holding on to the phone and the gun. With a yell, Julie came off the floor and grabbed hold of Bucky's belt, trying to pull him inside the taxi. It was too difficult to pull him inside, so she crawled on top of him and reached for the phone, then the gun, to free his hands so he could pull himself in. Not wanting to give the gun up Bucky held it out of her reach. He suddenly had a flashback of holding on to the bottom of the Flag Smashers truck in Germany.

"I can't pull you in, you're too heavy," she yelled in his face. "Give me the damn gun."

"Fuck!" he yelled, then let her take it, pulling himself upright.

As she scrambled back Doan took a hard right and they were both moved to the left side where Bucky's face was pushed into her chest. After a momentary slight grin, he slid backwards and reached for the right passenger door, slamming it shut. Realizing that Sam had been shouting instructions all that time, Bucky grabbed the phone.

"What? I didn't hear you!"

"I said, to turn right at Lexington but you just went right past it. Dammit Bucky. Why can't you just take an order?"

"Because I was hanging out the back door of the taxi with my fucking head only six inches from the pavement, Sam. Didn't that show up on your video feed?"

There was no answer and Bucky shook his head.

"What's the plan, Sam?"

Still no answer, then a muffled voice. "Hold on, we're heading for the quinjet and Torres is trying to keep track of you with a tablet."

"You couldn't do that before we were being chased?" No answer. "Sam? Sam?!"

He looked at Julie, who was holding her hand over her mouth as if trying to stifle a laugh. Doan was grinning as well.

"What?" asked Bucky, exasperated. "What's so fucking funny?"

"Do you two always fight like that?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"No," said Bucky at the exact same moment. He glared at his phone. "We don't fight. We have differences of opinion, especially when we don't have a plan."

"Sorry, man, that sounded like fighting," said Doan. He looked behind them through his rear-view mirror. "We shook them ... maybe. I don't see anyone behind us."

"Sam, can you confirm that?" asked Bucky. "Did we lose them?"

"Hold on." There was silence for a moment then he came back on. "Yes, probably. There's a parking garage, two blocks over after the next right. Satellite imaging shows it has an open upper level big enough and empty enough for the quinjet but it will take about 20 minutes for us to get there. Can you make it there? We'll evacuate the civilians as well."

Bucky looked at Doan. "You get that?"

The man nodded and took the next right, then went two blocks down until he saw the parking garage. It was self service, so he pulled the ticket out of the dispenser and drove up to the top level, parking along one edge.

"Okay, Sam, we're on the clock. Don't be late."

Bucky hung up as all three of them got out of the taxi, with Doan walking around the outside and taking in the damage.

"They'll fire me for sure, now," he said. He looked at Bucky quickly. "No big deal. I've been fired by worse bosses than these guys. I'll be okay."

"Well, that was fun," said Julie, sitting on the hood. "It was like playing a very realistic make-believe spy game."

"Unbelievable," sputtered Bucky, standing in front of her. "You thought that was fun."

She shrugged. "You weren't about to let anything happen to us, right? It was the highlight of my life, really." He scowled and turned away. Sliding off the hood, she ran to stand in front of him, placing her hand on his chest and looking up. "Don't get me wrong. I was scared, really scared, but you were amazing and being with you made me feel safer. For someone like me, who works in a really boring office job like a drone in an ant colony it was something I never thought I would experience. Hell, I climbed part way out of the door of a speeding car to get the phone and the gun and I didn't even hesitate. I always wondered if I came up against a situation like that if I had the guts to handle it."

Her look was so earnest that Bucky couldn't hold on to his irritation. Softening his tone, he put his hand over hers.

"You did good. Both of you did." He looked at the taxi then at Doan. "We'll cover for you with your boss, tell him you were vital to a mission of national security."

Doan smirked. "Yeah, that'll do it. Really, it's no big deal. Cabbie is the easiest job to get because no one wants to deal with the shit we deal with. Not that this was shit. The lady was right. It was like being in country again, dodging IEDs and Taliban insurgents. Just without the heat and the dust, and I actually knew what the hell I was doing."

About five minutes later, Bucky's phone rang, just as two cars appeared at the top level from the ramp below. They parked in a way that blocked the taxi from leaving. Answering the phone, Bucky heard Sam.

"They found you and we're still 10 minutes out."

"Yeah, they're already here," replied Bucky, hanging up. He looked at Doan and Julie. "Get behind the car. Now."

Neither of them hesitated, retreating to the driver's side which was beside the wall of the parking level. Standing in front of the vehicle, Bucky watched as the doors opened on both other vehicles and four men got out carrying pulse weapons. Another man opened the back door of the second car and an older man stepped out, wearing an expertly tailored suit. The six of them approached, stopping 20 feet away. Instantly, Bucky began his threat assessment of the men, calculating how many he could take out before one of them could fire the alien pulse weapon at him. No matter what strategy he employed, his best efforts would only take out two, maybe three of them before the others could fire on him, killing him in the process.

"Mr. Barnes," said the well-dressed man, lighting up a cigar, Cuban by the smell of the smoke that wafted over. "I have a proposition for you."

"You know who I am?"

The man shrugged. "No one else has an arm like that. You have a skill set that could be worth millions to you."

"I'm used to not having much money," replied Bucky. "Wouldn't know what to do with it."

"Then I'll make you an offer you can't refuse," smiled the man. He grinned at his men. "Always wanted to use that line." His face became deadly serious. "Work for me and I'll let the woman and cab driver go. You have my word."

"You see, I know who you are, too, Senor Escobar. You're not known for keeping your word. The other cartels call you cobarde y malo for a reason."

The man's face reddened, then he sneered.

"You dare call me a coward to my face?”

"If the shoe fits." A faraway sound became audible to Bucky's ears, and he chose his next words carefully, trying to give them the time they needed. "If you let them go now, I might consider your offer but that's the only way I'll listen to you."

"No," said Julie's voice behind him, as he heard her stand up. "We're not leaving you."

The cartel leader started laughing and pointed behind Bucky. His men smiled. "So brave of the woman and cab driver to think they can go up against these pulse weapons."

"Julie, Doan, stand down," said Bucky. "He's right. Those weapons will disintegrate you. Why do you think I haven't acted against him yet?"

"I don't care why," said Julie. "We're in this together."

"You're civilians!" He yelled, glancing back, then faced the cartel men again, while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Murphy. Doan, please, stand down."

"Nope," said the cabbie, firmly. "Sometimes, you have to stand up for the right thing. L'aide est presque là."

"What have you done?" asked Bucky, ignoring the cartel men now, as he turned to the two, who were standing there with guns from his backpack trained on the others.

"Just called the police on my cell phone," he admitted. "Told them there was a bunch of cartel guys with nasty looking guns." He looked up to the buildings surrounding them. "The SWAT team should be in position now."

A shot rang out, hitting one of the men holding a pulse weapon in the shoulder, sending him toppling. As Bucky hit the ground, there was a hail of gunfire as Red Wing showed up and began spraying shots at the cartel men, sending them for cover towards their car but the gunfire forced them to halt. Two sets of wings appeared as both Sam and Torres hovered over the scene targeting the cartel leader, focusing two red dots of light onto his chest.

"Stand down, Escobar," ordered Sam. "Order your men to drop their weapons or I'll let SWAT finish what they started."

The other three men instantly put the pulse weapons down and backed away, placing their hands behind their head. Escobar reached out for a weapon, but his hand didn't even come close as Bucky jumped up and leaped towards him, picking him up by the neck and holding him up in the air. Sam and Torres landed nearby, approaching the pair as Escobar's face began to turn red.

"Hey," said Bucky, still looking up at the struggling cartel leader. "About time you got here."

"Well, once we found out SWAT was on the scene we slowed up a bit. Looks like you have it under control."

"Please," gasped Escobar. "Can't ... breathe."

Around them, the police were arriving, frisking, and placing cuffs on the other men. Sam placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder, and he released Escobar, who fell hard onto the pavement of the parking garage. Two police officers picked him up and frisked then cuffed him before leading him away. The quinjet landed on the large open space next to the taxi; the ramp opening almost at once as Kate and Peter came out, fully ready to engage. Yelena followed a moment later as she had been piloting and had to do a quick checklist first.

"We missed all the fun," she pouted when she appeared at the top of the ramp and began walking down. "Why are we even here?"

Bucky ignored her and turned towards the taxi, where Doan and Julie were leaning. He jerked his head at them to bring them forward.

"Everyone, this is Julie North and Doan. They helped me. It was Doan who phoned the police."

"Good thinking," said Sam. "Either of you injured?"

"Nope," said Julie, nonchalantly. "Before the bad guys got here, we were just telling Bucky how much we liked being involved in this. I don't know if Doan's interested, but are you guys hiring?"

"Doan is ex-military and kept his cool," said Bucky. "He would fit right in." He looked at him. "You spoke French to me. Any other languages?"

"Spanish and some Pashtun."

Sam looked at Doan. "That's high praise coming from Bucky. What about Julie?"

Bucky studied her for a long time, at least it seemed that way to her, hopeful that he would say something good about her.

"She did good, but she'll need a lot of training and I mean, a lot," he finally said. "I don't know if she can handle that."

"I can," she declared firmly. "Especially if you train me. I think we worked well together."

A flicker of a smile crossed Bucky's face. He leaned his face close to her ear.

"Be careful what you wish for, Julie North. I can be a hard man to please when I'm training recruits."

Both Yelena and Kate coughed, then smiled behind their hands.

One Year Later

The quinjet landed at the compound, the ramp opening to a welcoming party. As Tom Doan and Julie North walked down in their tac suits, applause began for the successful completion of the two rookie's first mission. Scott Lang stepped forward, offering his hand to shake theirs.

"You do know that the first round is on both of you," he said. "After that, we'll pick up the tab. Just remember that Bucky and Thor can drink anyone under the table, and don't have any of Thor's Asgardian mead. You have an hour to shower and get ready for the Ubers. Meet out front."

"Mission report and debriefing first thing in the morning, 09:00," said Bucky, to the groans of everyone.

He headed for the armoury, putting his firearms in his gun locker for cleaning in the morning. Normally, he would do it as soon as the mission was over, but this was a special occasion. Heading towards his quarters, he undid his tac suit jacket as he walked, and opened the door, noticing clothes on the floor. Shaking his head, he picked them up and draped them on a chair, then toed off his boots and took the rest of his clothes off. As he approached the bathroom, he could hear the shower going and smiled. When he opened the shower door, Julie was already there, standing under the stream of water.

"How did you get in here?" he asked.

She handed him the shampoo.

"I just asked Friday in a really nice way."

Stepping close behind her, he poured some shampoo into his hand and applied it to her hair, bringing up lots of lather while he gently massaged her scalp. When he was finished, she rinsed it off and turned around, looking up at the super soldier, gazing at him while he applied conditioner to her hair.

"You know, you were supposed to do this in your own quarters," he said.

"I know, but now that I passed the test, and completed my first mission, I thought we should come clean with everyone. I'm tired of playing make-believe, that there's nothing going on between us."

He saw the chain around her neck with the ring on it and picked it up in his hand.

"Alright, we'll tell everyone we got married. They may make you take the test again if they think I went easy on you."

Julie smiled, in that way that made him fall in love with her within a month of her starting her training.

"I have every confidence in my abilities after being trained by the best. They all know you don't make it easy. You're a hard man to please Sergeant Barnes."

"Not in everything," he smiled, taking her in his arms.

Thirty minutes later, they were dressed and ready to go. Bucky pulled his dog tags out and detached his wedding band from the chain, as Julie did the same with hers. Smiling at each other they slid the rings on their fingers then kissed for good measure. With a nod at each other, they left Bucky's quarters together, ready to show everyone what they really were, in love and married.

cobarde y malo – cowardly and mean

L'aide est presque là – help is almost here

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Shared Experience - Chapter 4

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  mentions of past torture, murder, and sexual assault

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 2859

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 4

Rose hadn’t expected to find anyone in the cell when she lifted the lid off the metal box she’d spent the night in.  She had assumed they’d wait until she was awake before they came in and a brand new day of testing began.  Instead when she sat up, she came face to face with Steve Rogers.

He was sitting on the metal bench that ran down the other side of the room with his ankle resting on his knee.  He was in street clothes - dark blue jeans with a white t-shirt and a dark blue jacket, but he had the shield propped up against the bench beside him.  She eyed it warily.  It wasn’t that she couldn’t look upon articles of faith, but once she knew they burned, they made her feel uneasy.

“Good morning,” he said.  “Well, evening I guess.  It’s funny how saying good morning has just become the thing you say to people when they wake up, isn’t it?”

Rose blinked at him, when she woke she was always fully awake.  There was never that mortal moment between sleep and wake where things were hazy and it was difficult to think clearly.  Even still, she hadn’t expected to be talking about the evolution of the phrase ‘good morning’ as soon as she lifted the lid off her coffin.

“Language evolves,” she said.  “The exception that proves the rule used to mean that a thing wasn’t true, not that it was.”

“That’s true, there’s this kid I know, sometimes he says things to me and I swear we must be from two completely different countries, but he grew up in Queens and I grew up in Brooklyn,” Steve said.  He looked so casual just sitting there talking about how old he felt.  It was almost as if a vampire hadn’t just started climbing out of a coffin next to him.  “And it’s strange, back when we grew up, if someone was named James, you called them Jim.  Now you never meet anyone named Jim.  They’re all Jamie.”

She pulled herself out of the box and smoothed out her dress.  “I am glad my parents gave me a name that still works today.  Imagine if I was named Gladys.”

Steve laughed.  “It wouldn’t be so bad,” he said.  “There’s always someone who gives their baby an old lady name.”

She laughed and pulled the lid closed on the box, before taking a seat.  “How long were you waiting for?”

“Not too long,” he said.  “FRIDAY was tracking the sunset for me.”

“So…?”

“So,” he repeated, sitting back and folding his arms.  “Bruce came to speak to me.  He pointed out that people see him as a monster and that his monster has killed plenty of people, and yet we trust him not to keep him captive here.  He asked me if he was a prisoner here too.”

“What did you say?” she asked.

“I said of course not.  He’s not.  I think he feels like he is sometimes, but I would like nothing more than for him to feel comfortable and at home in his own skin,” he said.  “I’ve always prided myself on not jumping to conclusions about people.  But I did also point out, that I saw you drain a man of…”

“A man that was threatening to kill a bunch of children in a battle you were having - with him!” she argued.

“I know,” he said.  “I also pointed out you threatened to bite me.”  Steve held up his hand to quiet her as he opened her mouth to speak again.  “He said he pulled the same trick on Natasha when he met her.  Threatened to Hulk out, that is, not try to bite her.  So he understood why you would do that.  And you didn’t actually bite me.”

“Okay, so?  What’s your decision?  Am I getting an amnesty on the crimes you have imagined?” she asked.

“I’m going to walk you home,” he said.  “And I’m hoping you can be honest with me while we walk.”

“And then what?” she asked. 

“And then we’ll decide,” he said.  “Because I know you know I can’t let a killer back out into the world.  I just can’t.”

She nodded and stood up.  “Fine.  Let’s go.”

Steve stood too and picked up the shield.

“Aren’t you worried that will draw attention?” Rose asked as she followed him out.

He shrugged.  “It will.  That’s okay.  I like people to see it.  It’s theirs as much as mine.  But I also know I’m safer with it.  So we’ll make do.”

The statement made her shiver and she moved over to his non-shield side.  “So what do you want to know?”

“I want to know if you’re a killer, Rose,” he said.  “How did you become what you are?”

Rose sighed and stepped into the elevator.  “I already told you,” she said.  “I was targeted by a man who liked pretty playthings and money.  I had both.”

“He’s still around?” Steve asked.

“I think so,” Rose said.  “It’s hard to know.  There are a lot of people who hunt creatures like us.  And he knows if I ever see him again, I’ll be one of them.  So if he is still around, he’s laying low.”

The elevator stopped and opened up onto the lobby and Steve looked at her.  “Tell me what happened.  “I get the part that he targeted you and forced it onto you.  I mean after that.  After he turned you.”

She sighed again.  This was not a topic she even liked remembering, let alone talking about it.  She followed him outside as she tried to gather her thoughts.  She glanced up at Steve and chewed on her bottom lip.  “It takes a blood transference.  I was young and rebellious.  I’m from a rich and very famous family.  You grew up during the tail end of their dominance over the shaping of New York.  So much of the city is still named for them.  And to begin with I was so well-behaved.  Then it felt like I was being punished for being well-behaved because all the things I had been looking forward to being able to do suddenly became illegal.  I thought I’d been punished for being a good girl, and I’ve spent the rest of my life being punished for rebelling.”

Steve opened the door for her and she stepped outside into the cool night air.  There was a small group of tourists gathered around the front door and Steve took a moment to talk to them, sign autographs, and pose for pictures.  He even let a couple of the younger members of the group hold the shield.  She considered trying to run when he did.  If she ran he’d have to decide between the shield and catching her.  It would be a difficult choice between potentially losing a killer versus losing an invaluable piece of metal.

She stayed put, waiting patiently for Steve to be done.  In the end, if she ran it would prove to him she was a killer and while she was a predator, she didn’t consider herself evil.

He approached her and the two began walking again.  “You see this is a punishment?”

“It’s not?  I live on blood.  I’ll never see the sun again.  I had to stop talking to anyone who actually loved me.  I couldn’t even be there when they died.  And everyone I meet I either have to lie to or they treat me like a monster,” she said, still not quite ready to say the worst of it.

He nodded.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do this to me,” she said.  She shook her head as she tried to clear it and continued her story.   “He made me drink his blood and then I died.  I don’t know how long I was dead for, but when I woke up I was in a coffin in the basement of his house.  Everything felt wrong.  I was cold, the colors were different, I could see better in the dark.  And I was so hungry.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked.

“He was waiting for me,” she answered simply.  “He’d brought me someone.  I couldn’t… I was so hungry…”

“How many people have you killed, Rose?” Steve asked.

“It’s not that simple!” she argued.

“How many?” Steve repeated.

“I don’t know.  A lot.  I’ve been like this for a hundred years,” she said.  “It took me a long time to get control over myself.  Most vampires don’t live long.  You’re practically feral to begin with and hungry all the time.  It’s hard to control yourself enough to have any sort of self-preservation.  And he - he made me think it was the only way.  In the beginning, I was like a one-woman plague on the city.  But then I realized you could stop.  You could just take some and they’d feel woozy but it wouldn’t kill them.  I could use their powers, make them forget it ever even happened and then it was like no one even got hurt.”

She looked up at Steve.  His jaw was set, and it twitched slightly.  It was clear he didn’t agree with her on the matter.

She dropped her gaze again and hugged her arms around her body.  She’d felt like a kid who was being scolded by a disappointed parent.  It wasn’t a feeling she’d had for a very long time and she didn’t know how to process it.  “To begin with it was a lot.  The first few years the only thing controlling who or how many was him.  When I started to figure things out more, it was a lot less.  Some years none.  But occasionally I’ll stop eating, because I hate this, and the longer I go without the more feral I get.  It’s almost like whatever it is that makes me a vampire doesn’t want me to die.  If I’m out when the sun comes up, I’ll start trying to tunnel without even meaning to.  When I feel that blood lust, I’ll kill but I always turn it on people who had it coming.”

“So you become their judge, jury, and executioner?” Steve asked.

“I guess.  Yes.  I do,” she said.

His jaw twitched again.  Rose was fairly certain she wasn’t getting out of this.  She was going to be the Avengers’ personal attack dog until she died in battle or managed to escape them.

They walked in silence for a few blocks, moving well out of the chaos of Midtown and entering the calmer East Side.  They were moving quickly, even for New Yorkers.  Rose wanted to get back to her home and there was no need to slow her pace for Steve to keep up.

As they crossed over 53rd Street, Steve spoke again.  “What happened with him?  You said he wanted a pretty young plaything and your money?”

“Yes.  I was drawn to him.  I admit it.  He was handsome and foreign and he only had eyes for me.  He looked older than the people I usually dated, but it wasn’t that uncommon back then for young women to date much older men.  Especially in the circles I was in.  I guess that hasn’t changed for those kinds of circles,” she shrugged.  “I knew he wanted me and I wanted him right back.  But I just wanted to break some rules and he wanted a possession.  To begin with, I was helpless without him.  I couldn’t go home.  Not like this.  A few nights after he turned me, he took me to my parents and said he wished to marry me. My parents saw him as a good match.  He had a title. Money.  We were wed six months later at the Waldorf-Astoria.  The original one.  Where the Empire State Building is now.”

“I know of it.  I was pretty young when they tore it down though,” he said.  “I still remember the Empire State and Chrysler buildings were being built.  I’d go stand on the docks and watch the construction.”

She smiled up at him.  “It was something, wasn’t it?  Like getting to see a glimpse into the future.”

He laughed, but there was no joy to the sound.  “And now we’re living it.”

She nodded and frowned a little. “Yeah.  We are.”

The shops had started to become more boutique and high end and Rose turned left to lead him out toward the East River and away from Madison Avenue.  “How long were you married to him?”

“Twenty-five years.  Not long in the scheme of things, but they were the longest twenty-five years of my life.  At the time it was more than half my life.  I was only just eighteen when he turned me.  And still, eighteen when we married.  I was supposed to go to college.  He took all of that from me because, for a few months, I decided to rebel against prohibition and spend time at speakeasies.  In the end, someone found me.  By then I’d stopped killing but I still had to stalk prey.  I thought they were a monster hunter, but it turned out they were from a secret government organization called ARMOR.  They recruited me for the war.  I moved my money into a private account and they helped me set up an identity I could take on and inherit the fortune when I died in the war.  I told him I was going and that if I survived and returned to this house and he was still here, I’d tell them where he slept and they’d stake him.”

“And he left?” Steve asked.

“Yes.  He trashed the place and took a lot of stuff from it, but it was worth it.  And with the money I hid, I could replace it.”

“And you’ve been alone since?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.  “I keep expecting ARMOR to come and ask me for help again.  But they never do.  I guess teaming up with monsters is only a last resort sort of thing.”

They arrived at the steps of a large Art Nouveau mansion.  The walls were pink and on the upper floors, small balconies were surrounded by ornate wrought iron fences.  The entrance had large, arched, dark blue, double doors carved to look like the branches of a tree, with frosted glass between the branches.  Above the door was a Tiffany glass canopy that shimmered like a rainbow in the light of day, but at night looked muted.  Down each side of the door were spelled out in a mosaic of green and gold glass.

Rose led him up the steps and opened the door.

“Wow,” Steve said. “My ma always loved buildings like this.”

“It was her era I guess,” she said.  “Mine too.  When my father said he’d build us a house as a wedding present, he let me have input on styles.”

“It’s strange to look at you and think you’re old enough to be my mother,” he said.  “You look so young.  And everyone around me is so much younger than me.”

“I’m only barely old enough to be your mother,” she countered.

“I don’t know, they had them young back then,” he teased.

“Not when you were as rich as I was,” she said.  “I hadn’t even…”

She trailed off and he looked at her, his brows knitted together and his head tilted to the side.   She closed the door and leaned against it.  They’d barely made it inside the large open entry and she knew she hadn’t earned her freedom.  Yet he didn’t seem to hate her.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Steve said.  “You won’t say his name and I think it’s more than him turning you.  What did he do to you, Rose?”

She sagged.  It had come to the part she’d hoped not to have to tell.  The things she liked to pretend weren’t real.  “When he turned me, I’d never been with anyone.  I’d been a good girl.  I was planning to lose my virginity to him.  I did.  After he turned me.  I didn’t want him anymore after what he’d done.  He didn’t give me a choice.  Sometimes he made me perform for him with the people we were going to feed from.  If I didn’t comply, he hurt me.  I heal, Captain, so the amount of pain that can be inflicted on me is brutal.  I was his plaything in the way a mouse is the plaything of a cat.  He brutalized me into submission while I was weak and confused.  It took twenty-five years to have the strength to break away from him.”

Steve took a step toward her, she didn’t move and held out his hand and tugged her into his arms.  She sagged against him.  It had been seventy years since she’d allowed herself to be weak in front of anyone.  Seventy years she’d been curating the image of the hardened vampire from fiction.  The kind of monster who didn’t hurt the innocent, but didn’t allow anyone to hurt them either.  Yet here, in the lobby of her home, it cracked and she sagged into Steve Rogers’ arms and wept.

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 7

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Comet

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: We are back to the Wolffe angst! (but did we ever really leave?) This part is really sad. I know I keep saying that, but this one actually made me tear up while writing it. I don't usually get emotional when writing emotional scenes, so yeah. Do with that what you will. As always, please enjoy 💚

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"Cara," Wolffe said after a moment of them sitting silent. "I need you to go with Comet and pack some things from your room, okay?"

Cara looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "Why?"

"Because we can't stay here without mommy," Wolffe explained.

"Oh," she frowned. "Where are we going?"

"The Jedi Temple," Wolffe said. "We'll be staying with Plo for a while."

"I don't want to go," she pouted.

Wolffe sighed. "I don't want to go either, but we don't have a choice. Please, help daddy and go with Comet to pack."

"No," Cara whined.

"Come on, ad'ika," Comet said. He hopped off of the couch and stretched his arms over his head. "I bet I can pack faster than you."

"Nuh uh," Cara said, then jumped off of Wolffe's lap and ran toward her bedroom.

"Well, that was easy," Comet chuckled. He looked down at Wolffe. "You okay?"

Wolffe sighed. "Do you want a real answer?"

Comet frowned. "I guess that was a dumb question."

"I'm fine," Wolffe said, but his facial expression betrayed his words.

Comet decided to change the subject. "How many boxes can she bring?"

"One," Wolffe said. "The Jedi aren't big on things."

"Understood," Comet nodded, then walked off to follow Cara.

"Oh, Comet," Wolffe threw over his shoulder. "Make sure the di'kute in the kitchen clean up their mess."

Comet smirked. "10-4."

Wolffe remained seated on the floor and fidgeted with the carpet pieces again. Fine. He didn't even know what that word meant anymore. He used to, back when life was simple and fine just meant he wasn't dead. Now, he wasn't sure what to feel, how to feel, or how to deal with whatever feelings he was having. Sure, he felt sad when his brothers died, but something about this death felt much different. It felt heavier, denser, tighter, and suffocating in a way he couldn't fully explain.

Unwilling to dwell on his unchecked thoughts, Wolffe grabbed whatever box he could find and headed to his bedroom. He scrolled through the mental list he made and collected all of the obvious items he wanted to keep. Some things were on the bookshelf, like her favorite holo-novel. Some things were in the dresser, like her nightshirt and a lingerie set he bought her for their first anniversary. And some things were on the bedside table, like the holo-photo album and her half-used chapstick.

He opened the bedside table drawer to check if there was anything hiding in it he wanted and his heart sank. His gold wedding band sat alone in the drawer. He almost forgot about it. He couldn't wear it most of the time, but usually he'd put it on when he was home. He didn't even get a chance this time around. He picked up the shiny band and admired it fondly, reading the inscription and the date on the inside. His wife saved every credit she had to buy those rings for them and he promised to repay her one day. He carefully placed the memento in the box.

Wolffe rummaged through the closet next, pulling little bits and pieces of his wife out and placing the most important items into the box. He only had one box, so he needed to make every spot count. He shifted a stack of clothes to the side on the top shelf and a data-stick fell to the ground with a small clack. He bent over to pick it up and studied it for a moment, wondering what could be on it. He walked over to the holor-projector across from the bed, plugged in the data-stick, then sat on the edge of the bed. An image popped up of his wife and his breath was stolen as the recording played.

Hi darling, his wife said with a warm smile while sitting next to Cara at their kitchen table.

Wolffe gasped, then covered his mouth. He remembered when his wife sent him this recording on Cara's third birthday. He was away on a mission, and wasn't able to look at it for a couple of rotations, but it made him so happy to see them both. He'd been on that mission for months and missed them dearly. He completely forgot about it until now, and couldn't believe his wife kept it all this time. She looked so beautiful that day, and Cara was all dressed up for her special day, too.

Today is Cara's third birthday, she continued, then looked at Cara. Say hi to daddy.

Hi daddy! Cara yelled with a big grin.

"Hi baby," Wolffe said. It might seem stupid to say hello to a recording but he didn't care.

It's time to sing happy birthday, his wife said. Ready, Cara? Nice and loud so daddy can hear.

Cara nodded and they both started to sing. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Cara, happy birthday to you.

Wolffe's eyes turned misty and his body trembled as he tried to contain his emotions.

Now, blow out the candles and make a wish, she said.

Cara blew out the three lit candles and his wife clapped.

What'd you wish for? she asked with a big smile.

Daddy come home! Cara yelled towards the recorder.

Wolffe couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down his face. He wished he had more time with her. With both of them, together, as a family. It was too short. He didn't even get the chance to give his wife the life she deserved. The life he promised her. She took care of everything while he was deployed, and he vowed to take care of everything when the War was over, but now… Every vow he made to her had turned to ash. Until death do us part was the promise, but now, death had claimed her.

Okay, Wolffe, his wife said. I know this needs to be short, so we're gonna say goodbye now.

"No," Wolffe's voice cracked. "Please, don't say goodbye."

Say goodbye to daddy, she said to Cara while waving towards the recorder.

Bye, daddy! Cara yelled and waved.

"Please," Wolffe begged, his entire body shaking. "Cyare. Don't go."

Come home soon, she said, then blew a kiss. I love you, Wolffe.

The recording ended, but the last image of his wife stayed on the screen. Wolffe stood up on shaky legs and approached the projected image. He stretched out his hand to touch his wife's cheek, but his fingers passed through the pixels. He gasped, then tried again. This time to brush her hair with the palm of his hand, but it also passed through. It was just an image. It wasn't real. She wasn't real. Why wasn't she real? All he wanted to do was touch her one more time and hug her one more time; to feel her warmth.

"I love you, too," Wolffe whispered through broken breath.

Wolffe carefully pulled the data-stick out of the holo-projector and cradled it in his hands. Besides his daughter, this was his most prized possession. His wife's voice. He thought he'd never hear it again, and he didn't know if it helped him feel better or made him feel worse. Regardless, he nestled the special memory into the box and surrounded it with his wife's other things to keep it safe from harm. If anything ever happened to that memory, Wolffe didn't know what he would do.

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Van Richten's Guide to Damsels and Distress - Pt 3 The Innocent

Pairings: Steve Harrington x OFC; Eddie Munson x OFC

Warnings: High Fantasy, Dark Gothic Themes, Attempted Rape, Violence, Steve getting his ass kicked like normal, Other warnings to come

Word Count: 1,476

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People are disappearing into the fog, and with some of Nancy's insight Dustin gets a warning to Steve, Eddie and Robin just as they are engulfed by the Mist and transported to an unknown and dangerous place.

“Get out of here before you get hurt,”  One of the thugs practically laughed at Steve.  All four of them drew weapons and spread out slightly to block off points of exit, with the woman behind Steve backed into a building.

“First chance you get, run,”  Steve whispered over his should to the woman pressed against his back.  She nodded.  He didn’t waste any more time, throwing his whole body into the lead thug.  Two others jumped into the tussle, and as soon as she was no longer being blocked, the woman started to run. 

The final thug who still held her shawl laughed as his arms came around her pulling her back against his chest.

“Let go!” She shouted.  The thug pressed his blade to her collar.

“Scream again and I’ll gut you and him,”  he snarled turning her body so she could see his gang as they began to kick Steve.

For Steve’s part, he had gotten several solid whacks in on the thugs before they dropped him, but Steve had lost many fights.  This had taught him that when he finally hit the ground to cover the important parts of his body to minimize damage.  This did little to ease the pain of being kicked in the ribs repeatedly.

“Stop,”  She whispered and sobbed as the knife at her chest turned and cut the ties in the bodice of her wool dress.  The thug sniffed her hair with a satisfied groan.  “Please.”

“Like it when you beg, honey.”  Sobs wracked her body as she felt her dress loosen around her shoulders and the thug started to paw at her body. 

Steve rolled over after a solid kick in the stomach, which gave him a clear picture of what was happening to the girl he had jumped out to protect.  One of the thugs that had been kicking him had turned away from him to offer a helping hand, and now her skirts were being lifted as one of her legs was lifted to a knee.

Tears streamed down her face, leaving little trails in the grit and dirt that covered her skin and clothes.  Even without the kick in the back, the wind was knocked out of Steve.  As she stood looking away from the thugs touching her, she looked exactly like the picture on the card.

Something cold touched his hand, and Steve realized that one of the thugs had dropped their knife as they had left him there coughing and gagging on his own blood.  If only they knew how many beatings he had taken and needed to stand back up from.  He grabbed the knife and slowly started to get to his knees.

“I’ll give you something to put in that pretty mouth if you can’t be quiet,”  The lead thug from earlier said crudely.  The girl let out a strangled sob as she tried to minimize the damage she was about to take from these men.

“I didn’t say I was done with you assholes yet,”  Steve said he stood up fully.  The girl’s eyes lit with hope as she looked at him holding the knife.  “Come get some.”

Steve wasn’t really sure what happened next but some kind of strong energy erupted knocking everyone down.  He recovered the fastest, having just come from the ground.  He stabbed one of the thugs quickly hoping to stop the leader from causing any more trouble, before turning to a second one and sizing him up.  The girl had a knife in her hands and was stabbing the thug who had grabbed her repeatedly.  The second thug nicked Steve’s stomach with his blade but it left the opening that Steve was looking for and Steve knocked him out.  When Steve looked around the fourth thug was nowhere to be seen having probably run off.

“Hey, he’s dead, you’re okay,”  Steve said as he moved over to the girl as she started to wear herself out stabbing the thug.  He grabbed her arm to take the knife, but she turned it on him letting out a yelp of fear.  “It’s okay….”  It took her a minute as the tears flowed freely and she dropped the blade and slumped.  Steve knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders gently.

“Thank you,”  she whimpered.  Her hands moved slowly to Steve’s tunic.  It was cut from the blade and there was a bit of blood that got on her fingers as she inspected the wound.  “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.  I’m the idiot that jumped in front of a knife,”  Steve said with a gently smile.  She gasped a laugh, and a shiver overtook her briefly.  “I’m Steve by the way.”

“Beth,”  She murmured before looking around timidly at the bodes near them.

“Let’s get you out of here before anyone has any awkward questions,”  Steve said.  He stood and slowly put an arm around her back, letting her pull away if she had wanted to.  They walked together slowly back toward the inn where Robin and Eddie were waiting for him.  The sun was low signaling the early evening, and people were scarce as they walked close to the walls to not draw attention.

“Do you live in the city?”  Steve asked hoping to distract Beth.  She had been quiet since she had said her name.  No sobbing, no talking, just quiet shock.

“No,”  she shook her head quickly.  “I’m not from this city.”  He listened to the way she talked she wasn’t hard to understand her accent similar to his own, but he was too tired and sore to try to figure out the rules of this “Ravenloft” and how that might affect the way he understood other people in this realm.  “What about you?”

“Nah, I’m new to town.  Kinda from far away,”  He said hoping to make himself sound kind of mysterious.  He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he wanted Beth to trust him, but falling back into familiar ground with his ‘don’t act like you care’ attitude was easy.  He pointed with his free hand to the inn that he had been leading them toward.

Music played loudly on the other side of the door, as Steve opened it.  The tavern was in full swing, people dancing and eating and drinking.  He saw Robin as she twirled and passed out food.  He thought she might have been giggling as she bounced to the music that was playing.

He looked around for Eddie, not seeing him on the first pass.  But upon closer inspection, he saw the long-haired metalhead in a corner with his tongue down the throat of an unknown redhead.

“Ah, shit,”  Steve said, mostly to himself.  He realized after composing himself that Eddie was not the only one busy minding someone else’s business in this bar.  Many of the patrons were apparently really feeling the music and the ale.  “I’ve got a room, let’s get out of here.”

“Steve!”  Robin squealed as she spotted him.  “Who’s your friend?  She’s so pretty!”  Robin reached out to touch Beth’s hair but was too slow when she pulled away.  “Oh my God, this place is crazy!  When we got here earlier, I never would have believed that this could be the party spot!”

“Robin, are you drunk?”  Steve asked, yelling slightly over the music.  Robin swayed slightly where she stood and seemed to try to take stock of herself.

“I’ve only had one beer while I was working,” She mumbled slowly to herself.  But one of her patrons called her over to get him another drink and she left him standing there with Beth, both of them very confused.

“Come on,”  Steve said as they turned to go up the stairs.

“I’m sorry about your dress,” Steve said as he walked Beth into the hostel room and closed the door behind him.  The room had been loud and there had been a lot of tobacco being smoked.  It had never really bothered him before when he or his friends had smoked, but he wondered if it was stronger in this city.  His head felt floaty as he sat on the chair near the desk.

“What?”  she asked looking around the room before looking down at her own dress.  Then quickly pulling the pieces closer together.

“I’m sure we can get something to fix it.  And maybe fix my shirt too, it’s my only one,”  He grumbled the last part to himself.  Beth seemed to realize something and walked over to the bed grabbing some of the material and tearing.  She brought the piece over and pressed it against his wound.

“Are you okay?”  She asked as he hissed in pain from the pressure she applied to his care.

“I’ve had worse,”  He grinned stupidly.  He wasn’t sure if that was true, but it felt pretty damn close. 

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*rubs my hands together like a fly*

Can you tell me more about your OC May? I love me some good OCs.

Ooh! Ofc ><!!!

Okay

This is his vibe very pink very girly and farm-esk He is 16 and he lives on the farm may is home schooled ^^ he’s uh he’s queer if you couldn’t tell :3 hm his eyes are always closed I don’t quite know why yet I guess he’ll tell me later on! He has a pink truck that is like bell swans truck from twilight!! Except it’s pink ><! He loves the summer and has jumped into multiple lakes fully clothed he will have staring contest with the sun except it sort of hurts his eyes since they’re green he loves reading on the bench swing his family has on the porch!! I think he’s read pride and prejudice for sure! His voice claim I have for him is Varian from the rapunzel series!! (Idk how to spell her name) he absolutely loves sitting in the back of his truck and watching the sunset or laying on the hood of his truck!! He will climb out the window and onto the roof to look at the star :) his favorite time of day is sunset hm him and his friends have 100% gone to a convenient store late at night and stolen stuff he absolutely adores summer fairs and loves all the rides!! When he’s angry he will stomp his hooves on the ground hehe!! He’s usually very docile and kind his height is like hm 5’11 I’d say? Idk ^^ he loves eating hay and alfalfa for sure he loves pink drinks from Starbucks!! He has carried baby chickens around in his overalls as well he hates frogs for some reason they gross him out a lot oh he plays stardew valley in his free time as well he keeps his switch with him all time anywhere with the pink bag he carries around! He loves to just sit in the barn and talk to all the animals too :) ask me anything else and I’ll tell you!! ><