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outtathisworld-imagines · 26 days ago

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Cross my heart

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warning: violence and injury mention, HYDRA mentions, fluff, so much angst bc of course with himmm, swearing, not proofread

A.N: Am I becoming a John Walker apologist?? 🫡

Need that insufferable man

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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When your name was called with Walker’s for the next mission your eyes rolled and stomach sank at the thought of having to work with him again.

It had been a few months since your last mission and your almost fist fight after it, scrapping over how certain points were executed or in your case with John- wasn’t.

“You’ll be okay?” Yelena asked between you both, just as she separated the two of you last time. “Try your best not to kill him, as tempting as it may be.”

You let out a quiet laugh, a wide smile that didn’t have a hint of happiness in it. “I’ll certainly try.” You watched John from the corner of your eye head to his room to change, you followed suit, changing into tactical gear before grabbing what you both might need from the supply locker.

Your backs were facing each other, you could hear John mentally check off his list. Mumbles of “45,” and “Knife,” and “Smoke flare,” filled the room.

“We’ll take my car to the hangar.” You informed him, not even turning to look as you strapped weapons to yourself. He was about to open his mouth, no doubt for some quick jibe he was going to throw your way. “Absolutely not up for discussion, Walker. Get your ass down to the garage.”

“Better watch that attitude or I’ll be handing you your own.” He snapped back and you sharply glared at him. The bane of your existence in the tower walking a few steps in front of you with that larger than life swagger, that obnoxious knockoff star-spangled suit that accentuated his form virtually perfectly, his helmet-mask hybrid that tousled his hair as gorgeously as running his hand through it did, but tragically covered his stunning face.

You mentally slapped yourself and shook yourself internally on the spot.

When you reached the garage your car pulled up to you both after you tapped on your smartwatch, John raised a brow. “What?” You snapped more than you intended to.

“Not a car you’d see out on the field…” he said getting in, the car far too sexy and hi-spec against anything else he had to endure on missions. “Must have cost a pretty penny.”

You got in too, buckling up and putting in the coordinates to the hangar. “Yeah well I try and get the use out of it. Didn’t get the shit beaten out of me courtesy of HYRDA for nothing.”

The car fell silent at your far too casual admission. You don’t know why but words always flowed effortlessly off the tongue around him- one day it would get you into serious trouble.

You just had no idea it would have been today.

“You didn’t tell me you worked for them.” John spoke up, voice tight and looking at you with an expressionless face.

“I didn’t.” You clarified before briefly turning to him. “They captured and tortured me.”

Your words were as thick as syrup. Walker had never had you open up to him like you were doing now before, he noticed how your features fell upon the mention of it.

His fists tightened ready to kill every single person that was responsible for what happened to you. Despite the fact you were always snapping at him over something, or that you hogged the training room as you skilfully threw knives with those hands he pictured holding, or how how your laugh brightened everyone’s mood, how the noise it made his heart skip a beat.

He cleared his throat, slamming himself back into reality.

You decided to cut through the tension with some music, tapping the screen, music flooded the confided space. John humourlessly laughed. “Fucking Pitbull? Seriously?”

You shrugged “What? He’s a liberating man. Gets me hyped for missions.” He attempted to turn it off and you swatted his hand away, sending him a warning pointed finger. “My car my song choices so shut up and enjoy passenger princess.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled.

“You wish, babe.” You snapped back and turned the music up louder just to wind him up even more.

A gruelling twenty minutes later and god knows how many mentions of ‘Mr Worldwide’, you pulled up to the hangar. John virtually threw himself out the car. You rolled your eyes and called him dramatic.

You both got into the jet and sat in the cockpit, John making a vulgar joke in reference to you in that area that a fifteen year old would laugh at.

You both set the craft to take you to a boat apparently carrying data about to be placed in the wrong hands just to the north of New York and you both had to stop it happening. “T-minus 30 seconds.” John confirmed as you both aligned yourself at the edge of the jet, ready for the drop as the team remotely controlled your guidance from the watchtower, Bucky’s voice in your ears.

“Keep safe, guys.”

“Too late now I’ve been assigned with Walker.” You replied and John’s head snapped to you, looking unimpressed. “Let’s go!” You leaped to the boat and John shortly followed, not quite letting go of that comment.

“I would have been done by now if I wasn’t waiting for someone to pick a wedgie out of her suit…” John said over everyone’s comms in retaliation.

You growled with your lips curled into a snarl “You’re a real piece of sh-“

“Reports are that he’s under the deck, sideboard,” Bucky cut you off. “You two better focus up, Jesus.” He sighed, he too like all the team sick of the bickering between you both.

You landed gracefully. John landed with a thud.

“You wanna just scream as well, Walker? Lord knows they just heard you land from Saturn.” You huffed as you both encroached further forward to the target, guns outstretched as you cleared the halls.

You could practically hear him roll his eyes, but decided not to comment on it as you approached voices. You both pressed back against opposite walls. John looked over to you, your eyes focused forward. Those eyes that would roll back as you laughed at one of Alexei’s terrible jokes. Those gorgeous eyes that allowed a tear to slip from them whenever they watched a sappy movie as a team.

John discreetly shook his head, trying to shake away his thoughts of you. Appearing thick and fast since the minute he met you. He focused as you both started creeping forward.

Both stopping at another wall just before coming to a room, you glanced to John. His eyes like lasers locked at the stream of light pouring from a door ever so slightly open. Those aquamarine eyes that would catch you off guard every single damn time you looked into them. Those stunningly striking eyes that when he smiled it reached them.

Your thoughts were conflicting, it caused butterflies in your stomach and scolding thoughts in your mind, your heart in the centre of a conflict.

Like it had been doing so since the day you met him.

A sudden movement from Johns hand indicated that you could advance forward. You peered in and saw the USB on the table, two figures with their backs to you. “Shit,” you whispered under your breath and he encouraged you to continue with a jolt of his head. “HYDRA, tattoo on back of his neck.” You also spoke into the comms, talking to Bucky more than the others. A past that would always haunt you both.

“Just take your time,” Bucky said “And don’t be-“

John shot first, he and one of the HYDRA agents catching glimpse of the other. You flipped into the room as John shot one of the agents, the other tried to grab the USB but you grabbed his arm and slammed him to the table, holding onto his arm until it snapped and he cried in pain. You grabbed the USB, along with some paperwork just as sirens blared. “Time to go!” You yelped placing the articles safely in your suit.

Three more agents came out of nowhere, shooting at you both, John instinctively and protectively hid you behind him and his shield. You grabbed the smoke flare from his belt from behind, his mind losing itself momentarily feeling your hand roughly grab hold of him.

You tossed it and white smoke filled the corridor, flashes of light from bullets being fired lit the space. The agents fell. “Stairs to the right!” John said and you followed, being greeted by another barrage of bullets.

“Keep moving,” you pushed John forward as you shot and so did he. “No mercy for them. HYDRA shoot to kill. They don’t want survivors.” You said in a raised voice, competing against the gunshots that subsided momentarily as you made your way through another corridor to get to the stairs.

John unintentionally snorted. “Then why did they take you?”

“State secrets. Different if you’re worth something.”

His features scrunched together, not that you saw. “I am worth something?” He said as if it were obvious. “I was Captain America.”

You intentionally snorted. “Pfft, you’ll embarrass both of us. Don’t flatter yourself, pal.” You pressed forward, a HYDRA agent appearing from out the blue, your leg came up to kick him down the stairs. The two of you had laboured breaths as you reached the top of the boat.

Out of no where, you were ambushed, punched in the stomach and a gun was pointed to your head. “Don’t try anything smart.” He warned both you and John, you both kept hold of your weapons but lowered them in surrender. “You’re more valuable than the information we can get.” He spoke into your ear, your eyes meeting with John’s and faltering for the first time, a weakness seeping into your veins. Those eyes of yours filling with tears as you tried your best not to break before him. “A lot prettier too…” he added licking his lips at you, John’s fist as well as his jaw and chest tightened.

He couldn’t bear to stand it.

‘Don’t’ you mouthed to him. A silent plead.

That was ignored.

In a matter of seconds, the piercing sound of gunfire rang through your ears as John attacked your assailant. You fell to the ground as quickly as the weapons in everyone’s hands did as the two men grunted and punched one another, you heard John wince in pain, the other man groaned.

John found himself on his back, the man with a wicked smile and a knife in his hand ready to plunge into his chest.

That was before a gun fired and he fell limp on top of the super soldier with blood seeping from his body. John pushed the man off him with ease, you were stood panting with the gun in your hand still pointed and freckles of the enemies blood on your face.

“What the hell are you playing at?!” You pushed him back with your hand slapping against his chest. “You fucking asshole! You could have died!”

John held his hands out and walked forward to you again. “Wow, be careful it’ll actually sound like you care about me. Also, you’re welcome.”

You growled, screaming your words. “FUCK YOU! Fuck you, you reckless piece of shit!” You walked to the edge of the boat.

“Calm down, I didn’t die!” He snapped.

You stopped and bit down on your lip, whatever feelings you had earlier being replaced by sheer adrenaline. “That’s not the goddamn point.” You bit out.

“Then what is the goddamn point so I can get back and get a fucking shower!” He yelled and you turned to face him.

“The goddamn fucking point is that I could have lost you!”

“Wel- what?”

Your eyes, still glossy, widened. You tried to compose yourself, ensuring you still had a bitter tone in your voice. “Wh-what? I said we could have lost you!” Forcefully ensuring venom remained laced between your words.

“No you didn’t.” John walked closer to you, practically trapping you between his body and the sea with your back against the railing. “You said ‘I could have lost you’.” The words you had said moments earlier repeated back to you caused a ringing in your ears. “Could bet my life on it.”

You scowled. “I wouldn’t bet your life on anything you’re so disgustingly reckless with it.” You scornfully spat and tired to walk away.

John’s strength pulled you back to the same spot. “No, no, no, this conversation isn’t over!”

“It is, John.”

You swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes shut at your words that were indeed getting you into bother now, his first name slipping from your lips like it was always meant to fall from there. “Shit, I meant Walker.” You shook your falling head, hand to his chest again as you tried to push him away still. “I meant, Walker.” You tried to convince him, but it was really yourself you were trying to do that to.

“Y/N…” he softly spoke, closing the space even more by placing his hands on your upper arms.

“Don’t.” Your voice cracked, your eyes looking at him almost piercingly as you managed to escape his hold. “You can’t. Don’t touch me.” You practically begged. “Not when…” you inhaled a shaky breath, taking in the extent of his injuries. “Not when you’re all bruised and bloodied and-“

“You guys good for Evac?” Bucky’s voice crackled over the comms. ‘Saved by the bell’ you thought and then looked at John, looking at you full of lorn. ‘Saved too late.’

“Y-yeah! Good to go.” You replied back, you turned just in time to let a tear fall from your eye and down your cheek.

Little did you know that John had done the same.

The ride back was painfully silent. You didn’t know which was the worser outcome- enduring this with John or being taken again by HYDRA. You kept your distance in the jet but when you made it back to the hangar the car felt like a coffin.

There was no chat, tense, locked jaws and certainly no Mr Worldwide to break the tension.

When you both arrived back to the watchtower, John practically stormed away from you, his hands slamming doors shut that were in his path to his room. The team all shot a concerned looked to one another, all aside from Bucky who was looking at you.

“Couldn’t have pulled us outta there any sooner huh?” You forcefully slammed the USB to Bucky’s chest so hard that it almost broke under your fingertips, the papers you picked up earlier were falling to the floor. He grabbed your wrist, wanting to talk it out with you. “If you didn’t owe me before you sure as hell do now.” You gritted out, reminding you both momentarily of your bitter past with him and HYDRA before pulling your limb from his grip and leaving to go to your room.

The second the door shut behind you, you stood in silence, your body frozen in place. You didn’t know whether to cry, scream, lay on your bed and never leave again.

You opted for neither of those options and instead decided for a hot shower to burn the last few hours off you. It didn’t work, it was like it was etched into your skin. You sighed, weakly pulling on a vest, hoodie and pyjama bottoms with every intention of trying to get some rest.

But you found yourself reaching into a cupboard trying to find medical supplies. “Ah shit!” You snapped as things fell and clamoured around you, your hands fumbling with the supplies.

“Hey what’s the matter? Let me help.” Bucky took things from your hands and placed them neatly into the kit. He had a once over glance of you to ensure it wasn’t you that needed medical attention. And then he smiled to himself. “You’ve finally realised.”

“Realised what?” You huffed out with crossed arms, letting him take full charge of the items that you were going to have to use on John because everyone knew he wouldn’t use them and actually take care of his own self.

“That you can’t stop the feelings you have for him. You like him.”

Hearing those words just solidified and confirmed your feelings, those feelings simultaneously excited and terrified you.

“I do not like-“ you tried to downplay it, act as if he was wrong and had misread the signs. But he knew you better than that and you let out a lungful of air at his unconvinced look at the words you were about to lie through your teeth with. “I do.” An admission finally aloud to you and the world. “Shit, I really do. I was only kidding myself.”

Bucky chortled “You really were, we’ve seen it on your face for months.” You groaned and placed your head in your hands, Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook them playfully. “Just talk to him. Tell him! I mean you almost essentially did earlier…” he widely grinned and you sent him a deadpanned expression as you gathered the medical supplies in your arms.

You timidly sauntered to John’s room and knocked on the door with your knuckles. “Who is it?” He asked with a voice full of tiredness.

“It’s me, Y/N.”

A moment of nothing but the beating of hearts and the inhale and exhale of breaths passed.

“You can come in.”

You did as instructed and saw him on the bed, he had the same thought process when it came to showering away the last few hours as you did and was currently in his black sweats that lowly rode on his hips. His bare torso like a battleground, his face almost as bad. “Figured you’d be too full of pride and wouldn’t do this yourself.” You said approaching the bed with an arm full of bandages and saline solution wipes. You looked at the empty spot beside him, then to John and back again, silently asking for permission to sit next to him on his bed. He silently replied with a gentle bobbing of his head, allowing you to sit.

You sat with your legs in a basket next to him and unraveled the bandages, tore open the wipes, and cleaned up the fresh crimson cuts between his field of scars. Your fingers desperately trying to trace over every one and take away the pain he once felt from them.

John watched you between his lashes as you delicately took care of him. His heart, heavy and confused on the boat now full of hope and an abundance of feeling cared for.

“I’d like to talk about earlier.” He finally said after around ten minutes of you tending to his injuries.

“No.” You softly, but firmly, replied.

He looked up to you, eyes finally meeting after what felt like decades when in reality it had only been a mere few moments.

“Please.”

His gentle begging tone caused you to cave in. “Fine…” you said placing down the medical supplies and devoting your attention to John.

“I just want to know if you meant it.”

“Meant what?” You kicked yourself for trying to act so blasé.

“What you said.” His voice was firm and you responded in a tone as equal to his.

“Why? To inflate your ego bigger than it is now? This place will be like the house from ‘UP’ if I do.” You shifted, a burst of panic inside John thinking you were moving to leave- that wasn’t the case.

He didn’t know this however and took your wrist with his hand, everything that had build up inside him was rolling off his tongue like an avalanche.

“Because then it shows you actually care about me the same amount I care about you. And I need to know because it’s been fucking months! Months of smelling your perfume in a room after you’ve left and my heart still hoping you’ll be there. Months of wanting to hear you laugh all the time and that’s why I got Alexei that stupid dad joke book as a secret santa gift. Months of antagonising. Months of pinning over you!” His words flowed thick and fast, his free hand flapping around and tears burning his eyes. “If I thought for a second you actually had a piece of me- stupid, reckless, me- in your heart-“

“More than just a piece.” You finally said after the admission of the century, so had to make it fairer with an admission of your own. ”It’s a lot more than just a piece, John.” It was then he realised your other hand was cupped over the one holding onto you, your thumb softly stroking the blooming bruises on his knuckles.

A moment of silence passed. “My ego wants to know how big.” He smirked, you smiled and pushed him playfully.

“You dick.” You mumbled with a lighthearted laugh.

“But in all seriousness. I got a lotta baggage.” He sounded disappointed to admit, his eyes falling to the bed in shame. His personal life was a shambles, everyone knew it and he worried that would be the elephant in the room.

You gently squeezed his hand, capturing his attention again. “I do too. I guess we could help carry each others.” You told him, a mutual understanding of what you would both need to move forward, with your own lives and whatever this was blossoming into. You sighed shaking your head with a dumbfounded smile. “I thought you actually hated me…”

He chuckled “I thought the same.”

“The only thing I hate is the fact I could lose you.” You softly confessed. His eyes gazed into yours, he had looked into them so many times but now seeing something different. Something new. Something that spoke louder than any words.

You saw the same in his.

Then your eyes moved to one another’s lips, the distance between them disappearing when they finally, finally met. John’s hand reached up to cup your cheek, yours got to finally run through his hair, leaving it as tousled as the helmet made it.

The two of you held each other close throughout the night. You were careful not to aggravate any of his -now bandaged- cuts and bruises. John was careful with you as a whole, his arms protectively wrapped around you as you peppered kisses on one another throughout the night.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone.” You warned. “At least not yet.” John softly and tiredly laughed. He crossed his fingers over his chest.

“Cross my heart and hope to not die.”

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stvrnioloslvt-inactive · 2 months ago

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can i get 24 (ass) & 28 for the misc prompts w billie ?

absolutely you can!

24. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

28. “spank me”

busy days were the absolutely worst days for you. you didn't handle being far from billie too well, and she knew how much you suffered her absence, even for just a day.

usually you tried to busy yourself to kill time, and sometimes billie gave you some ideas as well. anything to keep you happy.

that's why she gave you her card, told you to go buy something nice for yourself and doll yourself up for her. and that's exactly what you did.

you spent most of your day trying clothes, deciding which ones you liked better before purchasing them. and now, almost four hours later, you were standing in front of the wall length mirror in your bedroom, covered only by your panties and bra. your playlist was put on shuffle, phone discarded somewhere in the room as you twirled and danced alone, the song playing making you feel so much confidence flowing through you.

reaching for the bag on the ground, you pulled out black short shorts, bending down to slip them on. just as you did so, the door clicked open, and billie stood in the entryway frozen. her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but soon she relaxed and leaned on the doorway, a mischievous smirk planted on her lips.

she hummed in delight, not even trying to hide the fact that she was shamelessly eye-fucking you.

-I can see you staring at my ass,- you teased her, eyes locking on hers through the mirror. she huffed, pushing herself off the door as she made her way to you. immediately her arms wrapped around your waist, fingers twitching as she held herself back.

-can't help it when it looks so nice in these,- she slipped a finger inside the fabric of the shorts, pulling a little before letting it slap against your skin.

you turned around, grabbing her face in your hands before kissing her, moaning into the kiss as her hands travelled lower, then fondled your ass. -so fucking soft,- she murmured, her voice raspy from the heated kiss.

-spank me,- you whispered, whimpering when she delivered a tentative slap to your flesh. -are you sure, love?- she asked, and even though her voice dripped in honest worry you could see in her eyes how much she actually enjoyed your request.

you nodded, breathing out a needy -yeah- before kissing her again, softly nibbling her bottom lip. she chuckled darkly, squeezing your bum before slapping it again.

-come lay on my lap,- she commanded, sitting on the edge of the bed. her hand wrapped gently around your wrist, her cold rings creating a nice contrast with your burning skin, and then she pulled you until you laid across her lap, your face smashed against the soft duvet.

-but first,- her fingers traced a featherlight pattern on your back, traveling to your bra. -this has to go,- and just like that, she snapped your bra open, helping you slip it off your arms. she hummed satisfied, rubbing her hand up and down your legs, enjoying the way you squirmed around each time she touched a sensitive point.

you felt her fingertips sneak between your legs, gasping when she pressed them softly to your clothed clit. she rubbed you in tight circles a couple times, enough to chuckle at the dampness that drenched through two layers of clothes, even if thin, and onto her fingers.

-fuck, we're gonna have so much fun together, babygirl.-

I hope you enjoyed it! you can find other works under the tag # © stvrnioloslvt [pick&choose] or you can request in my asks following these instructions! thank you for reading ♡

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ceceswithnopizza · 3 months ago

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Lorena and Joshua have a close but undefined relationship. She hopes for more but doesn’t push it. After a night out, she goes to his hotel, only to find another woman there. Heartbroken, she realizes she’s been waiting for something that may never happen.

Starring: Joshua ‘Jey Uso’ Fatu x Lorena black!female!oc

1.7-1.8k words

the word nigga is used but we’re all black here tbh

Bold and italics is a flashback

---Lorena’s POV

The club was booming, the drinks were flowing, and me and the girls looked damn good standing in our section as Bianca, Liv, Trin, John, Jade, and I were sipping and getting low.

“So, sis, where your man at?” Jade said, sipping on the shiny black straw in her glass as she turned to me.

“What man I got?” I said, turning to face her on the booth, making sure my bits and pieces weren’t out due to my dress.

“Don’t let lil bro hear that,” John said, his arm around Trin, his beer in the other. Trin made an “o” motion with her mouth before making a messy face at John, then turning back to me.

“Why you playing, girl? You know he don’t play about you!” she teased, referring to when Jaida tried to check me a few months back.

Walking to my car, exhausted after defending the women’s tag team titles at NXT against some new tag team, I stood with my rolling suitcase, waiting for valet to bring my car around.

“Aye, Lorena, I need to talk to you for a minute,” I heard an echoed voice call out in the garage. Turning around, it was none other than Jaida, still in her gear with some Yeet sweatpants on.

“I wanted to give these back to Jay, but he hasn’t been answering me,” she said, handing me Jey’s favorite hoodie that he often wore and his Prada shades I got him for his birthday.

Blinking, fighting the urge to slap all the seven gates of hell out of her, I regained my composure. Ain’t no bitch ever gonna bother me.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to see him and give those back,” I said sweetly, looking at her just as smug.

“Look, you ain’t got to be jealous. I’m sure if you ask Jey, he’ll give you some,” she shrugged, curling her arms in and pressing the items to her chest.

“I don’t know who you think you are, better yet who you think I am, but that ain’t got nothing to do with me,” I said as valet approached, holding out my keys.

“And it ain’t got nothing to do with me either! Why you playing and lying like we been together?” Josh said, seemingly popping up from nowhere.

Sighing, I grabbed my keys and walked away as Joshua continued confronting Jaida. Hopping into my truck, waiting for my car to heat up, I heard a knocking on my window. It was Jey.

“Roll the window down, Lora!” he tapped as I paused, looking at him smacking his teeth. “Lora, don’t play with me.”

Scoffing and rolling the window down, not wasting a moment. “Me? Stop playing with you? You playing with your damn self, having a girl come up to me holding some shit I bought you! If you ain’t out your rabbit mind, you for sure out your donkey ass mind if you think that’s cool!” I ranted, looking into his beautiful eyes.

As he tried to reach in the car, unlocking it, I saw his shadow disappear over the front of the car before opening and unlocking my door, getting in.

“Look, Lore, it wasn’t like that. We never did anything. I just let her borrow my jacket, and those shades aren’t mine,” he rushed out before digging in his pocket, pulling out the shades.

“I don’t even let John wear or touch these. And you know how he begs! Do you really think I gave those to her or did something with her?” he asked, looking into my eyes as I suddenly felt hot at the hand he had on my leg.

“Maybe you didn’t, but what’s she coming to me for?” I asked, playing with the leather on my steering wheel.

“Because you’re my girl, and she wishes she was,” he said softly. Oh, how I loved when his voice got soft and low while still being the voice that would give me goosebumps. He began rubbing his hand up my thigh.

“You mad at me, Lora? Hm?” It was sickly sweet, the way he was talking to me, as he reached over and trailed kisses up my neck, up to my sweet spot.

“You my girl?”

I stilled, fighting the pleasure and searching for my brain—the one he always scrambled with a smile or a look. Was this just words, or were we actually trying?

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“First of all, I don’t know how y’all know about that. And second, if it was up to me, we’d already be together—actually, a long time ago,” I said, sipping on my favorite drink.

“Well then, it’s settled. I’ll talk to Josh!” Trin said, cheesing with a little shimmy, which made me instantly shake my head in a no motion.

“Absolutely not, Trinity. Don’t stick your nose in this! Juce is a grown man with a mouth. If he wanted us to be something, we’d already be it!” The last thing I needed was Trinity’s nosey ass meddling.

“Girl, hush,” she started, waving me off. She wasn’t taking me seriously, so I knew she was just going to do it anyway.

“Trinity, I’m not playing. Please leave it alone. What Juce and I have going on is between us.” We’ve had talks about this, and it was always decided that the sex, flirting, and the somewhat dates were just that. There was no need to complicate it.

Yes, I wanted him, but I wasn’t begging him. I was just going to enjoy this for a little longer. It wasn’t like I was rushing to be in a relationship, but I did want to settle down a lot more.

“Yeah, girl, you right. How about we go get a drink? At the bar and stuff?” she said, doing a complete flip. She grabbed my hand, pulling me up, and led me to the bar.

“Are you okay? That was sudden. What’s going on?” The Trinity I knew would never let that conversation go.

“Yeah, girl, just look this way,” she rushed.

“Trin, you’re being weird,” I told her.

“Look, girl, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for pushing you. You and Juce have an understanding, and I should respect that. I am going to respect that. It’s just—I know you’ve waited for so long to get married and have kids because you wanted to do it right. I just want you to be happy,” she said sincerely, and it really made me feel better.

Sometimes it did feel like I was holding myself up for Josh. I’m twenty-eight. I’m at that sweet spot in my career. I’ve done everything I’ve wanted to do—for now. With my sponsorships, campaigns, my WWE schedule—it’s been a lot of back-and-forth traveling, barely having any time for myself.

I’m living all of my dreams, except one.

“Okay, enough with all this stuff. Let’s have fun,” Trin said, taking my hands and leading me to our section, where we turned up.

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**Later at Joshua’s Hotel Room**

Taking a deep breath in, I began knocking. The door was sleek, light-washed wood in more of a boho standard. The hallways were lined with a patterned emerald green carpet on the floor.

Reaching my fist again, I knocked, standing there, my feet shifting in my So Kate’s.

What could he possibly be doing?

I only knocked once more before the door went flying open, and a taller, muscled, chocolate-skinned woman huffed in what I assumed was Jey’s shirt.

“Can you stop knocking? My nigga got work in the morning!” she said, rolling her eyes, opening the door just enough to give me a little peek inside, where, low and behold, Jey was sleeping.

Just nodding my head, I began walking down the hallway.

Damn.

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ellswritings · 29 days ago

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In My Corner

(Part 1), Part 2, (Part 3), (Part 4)

Phil Brooks/CM Punk x reader

Colby Lopez/Seth Rollins x reader

TW: Angst, flirty tension, Josh being a good bestie, Colby being overly protective, emotional damage frfr, flashback to 2008.

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling @scream4mami (Lmk if you wanna be tagged)

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

“Girl, you better slow down,” Trinity warns Y/N as she slides into the chair next to her on her and Jon’s hotel room balcony. Y/N has downed at least three bottles of beer within the past hour and a half. Now, everyone in the room is drinking as the party down in the lobby from Survivor Series is still in full swing, but no one is as emotionally charged as Y/N. And that plus some alcohol spells disaster for everyone. “You still gotta be able to get up in the morning to drive over to the next town.”

“I’m fine, Trin…” Y/N waves her off, finally setting her now fourth halfway empty bottle of beer. “I just need to take the edge off.”

“Hun, he’s not even here,” Bianca soothes her as she joins her two friends outside. “He’s probably downstairs with the rest of ‘em. It’s only us up here.”

“It still doesn’t change the fact he’s back,” she grumbles. “I’ve gone ten years without speaking to the man and he just waltzes back in here with that stupid look on his face and it’s like I’m twenty-six all over again.” She once again grabs the neck of the bottle before taking another swig. “He didn’t even say anything to me and it’s like I got the wind knocked out of my lungs. The moment we made eye contact I forgot how to breathe.”

“That’s normal,” Trinity reached over to grab her hand. “You guys were close for a real long time and then he just left. It’s normal to feel that kinda hurt. And I know you blame yourself sayin’ you coulda defended him, but he also should have supported you.”

“She’s right, babe,” Bianca nods. “You guys were best friends. He should’ve been okay with your decision. You shouldn’t feel like you’re in the wrong around him.”

“And I know there’s plenty of people in here that’ll back us up on that,” Trinity adds with raised eyebrows as she subtly nods back into the room.

Joe, Jon, Josh, Colby, Montez, and a few of the others they invited over are laughing just a few feet away. The conversation flowed freely between all of them. Y/N watches with a faint smile as Colby tilts his head back, his cackle booming throughout the small space. He has the most infectious smile. When his head returns to its regular position, he feels her eyes on him from across the room. He glances out to the patio, his own soft grin taking over his face as he notices her stare. He raises his hand slightly, waving at her in a playful manner which only makes her giggle in response.

“You have that man wrapped around your finger,” Trinity laughs as she watches the exchange. “I don’t even remember the last time Jon looked at me like that.”

“Girl, I know you ain’t talkin’ shit bout me,” Jon waltzes up to the three women, a wide smile on his face as he greets his wife. Josh follows his twin in tow along with Montez who goes to kiss his own wife on the head. “All I do is love yo ass.”

“Oh hush,” Trin playfully slaps her man’s chest. “I’m just sayin’ that Y/N and Colby have a cute friendship, that’s all.”

“Really?” Josh chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “Friendship’s really how we gon’ label that?” He points between Y/N and Colby who is still sneaking glances at her from inside despite being deep in a conversation with Joe.

“That’s exactly what I’d call it,” Y/N fires back with a pointed look, still a playful smile on her face.

Jon kisses the back of Trinity’s head, “It just pisses me off that he walks back in here like nothing happened,” he mumbles against her hair. “And he really just looked right at you? Didn’t say nothing?”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head. “Just looked and then we left. Joe insists he was gonna walk up to me, but I don’t think so.” She glances down at her feet, “Phil’s never been the type to converse with someone he’s been hurt by… unless it’s to confront them.”

“Yeah, well, good luck wit that shit,” Josh chuckles. “We got yo back mama, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N smiles at them softly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Jon nods confidently. “You part of the family. If he thinks he can mess with you, he’s in fo an ass kickin’.”

“Guys…” Bianca calls out with a sheepish look on her face. “I hate to break this up,” she sends Y/N a sympathetic glance, “But Tez and I wanted to see if it’d be alright if we head back downstairs?” She keeps eye contact with Y/N, “We won’t leave if you don’t want us to. I know tonight was hard for you.”

Y/N shakes her head, laughing. “B, you can do whatever you want.” She smiles fondly at her close friend, “I’m not here to hold anyone hostage. If you guys wanna go downstairs, you should go. I don’t wanna ruin yall’s night.”

“Then why don’t you come down with us?” Trinity suggests.

Y/N’s face contorts into one of hesitancy as she takes another sip of her beer. The thought of going downstairs where she knows he is suddenly sobers her up. “‘Cause I’ll just be anxious the whole damn time. I don’t want to be like that.”

“Babygirl, we already said we gotchu,” Josh insists. “One of us will be wit you at all times,” he assures. “And I’m sure your lapdog would be happy to cling to you for the rest of the night,” he jokes, nodding over to Seth.

Y/N mulls it over as they stare at her expectantly. She certainly wouldn’t mind being able to party with her friends on a night where she got the winning pin. She also doesn’t want to be that person that keeps everyone else from having fun. She briefly glances towards Colby, knowing he won’t leave her side. And frankly, neither will Joe.

“C’mon,” Trin grabs her hand, squeezing it softly. “You look way too pretty tonight to be lettin’ him of all people get you. You said you don’t wanna ruin our night, then don’t let him ruin yours.”

Y/N sees the pleading look in all their eyes and finally feels her resolve cracking. She sighs, tilting her head back with a defeated grin on her face. She’s never felt more loved in her life, “Fine…” she drawls. “I guess I can suck it up.”

“Yes!” Bianca exclaims in celebration as she and Tez high five each other.

Everyone else smiles, Josh getting out of his seat to help Y/N out of hers. “Thas what I’m talkin’ about.” He pulls her up gently, “Let’s get yo fine ass outta here.”

Y/N allows him to guide her back inside the room, the rest of the group following after them. Colby furrows his eyebrows as he watches everyone come in. “Woah,” his eyes fall on Y/N, “Where’s the fire?” He asks playfully.

“On the dance floor,” Trinity backs it up onto Bianca as they laugh loudly. Y/N snickers along with them when she notices the confused look on both Colby and Joe’s faces.

“They convinced me to go downstairs,” she explains, trying to muster up her most nonchalant shrug.

Both of them grow increasingly more concerned. Joe takes a step forward, “Are you sure you wanna do that?” He asks her gently.

“Yeah, Y/N/N…” Colby trails off. “Will you be comfortable doing that?”

Y/N placed her hands on each of their arms, giving them an affirming squeeze. “I’ll be fine… as long as you guys come with?” She looks between them hopefully.

It takes them a moment, both of them looking at each other as if silently communicating. There’s a moment of silence before Joe turns back to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her. “Of course we’ll go with you,” he confirms, kissing the top of her head like a brother would his sister.

“If you’re sure,” Colby checks in one last time, still not fully convinced.

Y/N’s expression softens, not able to tear her eyes away from his as she nods in confirmation. “I’m sure.”

He looks for any sign of hesitation, but when he finds none, he ultimately gives in. He exhales softly before throwing his hands up, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get outta here!”

Everyone walked out of the room in celebration. It was probably best for her to go downstairs and be with all her friends anyway. It’ll be good for the company and good for her image. She still has the women’s undisputed championship so she should at least make an appearance.

Once they make it downstairs, everything is still in full swing. Lights are flashing everywhere, the music is pumping, hyping everyone up for the late night ahead. Y/N smiles as she watches Pam run up to her with a large smile on her face. She pulls the woman into a hug, “You made it!”

Y/N giggles, nodding her head. “Figured I’d bless everyone with my presence.”

“Well, then let’s get this party started!” She exclaims before pulling her towards the center of the room where a majority of the superstars and some guests are dancing. Pamela yells for Bianca and Trinity to follow, the two women leaving their husbands to join their friends on the floor.

Y/N shoots Colby an apologetic look as she’s torn away from him. He smiles, mouthing for her to just have fun. No one was expecting her to actually make it out of the room, not with Phil lurking around. But it was nice seeing her be so brave, standing up to that part of her life that she’s tried to block out for so long.

The bass throbbed in Y/N’s chest as she was pulled deeper into the sea of dancing bodies. The lights spun above her, casting flashes of electric blue and crimson across the faces of the crowd. She felt the beat surge through her veins, buzzing in her ears as the music consumed her.

Pamela twirled dramatically, pulling Y/N into a full spin that made her laugh, already starting to loosen up. Trinity and Bianca joined seconds later, each of them moving in sync, hips swaying in a rhythm they didn’t need to practice. It was like muscle memory—these girls had been her sisters in arms for years now. They knew how to command a dance floor just as well as they did a ring.

Y/N threw her head back, the laughter bubbling out of her lips. Her body moved instinctively—hips rolling, hands sliding into her hair, back arching to the rhythm. Her sequined top shimmered under the lights as she twisted in time with the music, every movement fluid, confident, electric.

She had almost forgotten why she hesitated to come down here in the first place.

Almost.

From across the room, Colby was frozen in place.

He had just been mid-sentence with Joe when his eyes caught on her. Everything else vanished. Her body moved like the music had been made for her alone—like every beat was chasing the rhythm of her hips. His jaw clenched unconsciously, head tilting slightly to the side. She was radiant, glowing, alive.

“Damn…” he muttered under his breath, drawing a knowing glance from Joe.

“You could at least pretend you’re not staring,” Joe teased, nudging him with his shoulder.

Colby didn’t even flinch. “Yeah, I’m not capable of that.”

Back on the dance floor, Y/N felt the shift in atmosphere. Eyes were on them now—but not in a judgmental way. It was admiration. She and the girls had a presence, a magnetic force that pulled attention like gravity.

Her body moved like she was born for the rhythm—every roll of her hips sharp, deliberate, confident. The dress clung to her curves and shimmered like liquid under the lights, drawing attention whether she meant to or not. Her heels clicked as she dropped it low, smooth and fluid, before arching back up with a sway that made several heads turn—including Joshua Fatu’s.

“Daaaamn, shawty,” he let out with a low whistle, adjusting his snapback and sliding through the crowd toward her like a shark in water. “You tryna make somebody fall in love tonight or what?”

Y/N turned her head just enough to smirk over her shoulder, not stopping her rhythm. “Just tryin’ to dance, baby. You can hang or you can watch.”

Joshua grinned wide, tongue flicking across his bottom lip. “Say less.”

He slid in behind her, hands hovering respectfully near her waist but not touching. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrists, placing them where she wanted them—right on her hips.

“Boy, don’t play shy now.”

That was all he needed. He moved with her, matching her sway, letting the beat take them both. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, hips grinding slow and heavy, teasing but familiar. It wasn’t romantic. It was just that good old-fashioned, talk-your-shit-and-dance kind of vibe they always had.

“You still dance mean as hell,” Joshua murmured with a grin, low in her ear.

Y/N popped her hips in response, throwing it back just a little harder. “And you still flirt like you mean it.”

“Who said I don’t?” he fired back with a chuckle. “You fine as fuck tonight, girl.” He leaned in, his voice a low drawl against the music. “You know, if I wasn’t already emotionally committed to food and naps, I’d be proposing right now.”

Y/N threw her head back and laughed. “You flirt with me like you’re not scared of Colby seeing.”

Josh spun her, then caught her again with a grin. “That man don’t scare me.” He looked over her shoulder, clearly aware of Colby’s eyes boring holes through his back. “Well… maybe just a little.”

“You’re an idiot,” she said with a warm smile, resting her hand gently on his chest.

“But I’m your idiot,” he winks, dipping her smoothly as his hand squeezes her hip playfully. “I gotta say mama, you’re nothin’ but trouble. Might just let you ruin my life if you keep movin’ the way you do.”

“You always lay it on this thick with everyone,” Y/N teases, placing her hand delicately on his chest. The music slows, allowing her to move with him as the intensity increases.

“Yeah, but not like this,” Josh replied with an earnest tone that lingered in the air.

Before she could respond, a firm hand tapped Josh’s shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” Colby’s voice was casual, but the fire behind his eyes wasn’t. He didn’t wait for an answer.

Josh glanced at Y/N, eyebrows raised in exaggerated mockery. “Whatcha think, princess? Want me or Prince Charming?”

Y/N smiled, biting her lip. “I think I can spare a dance.”

Josh threw up his hands in surrender. “She’s all yours, Lopez. Just remember though, I laid the groundwork.”

Colby stepped in, his hands settling carefully on her waist. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, the tension between them suddenly thick and electric. They moved slower than the beat, like the world around them had melted away. Colby leaned in just slightly, his breath brushing against her ear.

“You were really out there showing off, huh?” His voice was low, rough.

Y/N smiled against his shoulder. “Just dancing.”

“You know what you’re doing,” he murmured. “And it’s driving me insane.”

The comment sent a chill up her spine. Her body moved closer on instinct, their hips falling into sync. Around them, people started whistling and shouting. A small circle had formed, watching the way she dropped and moved up slowly, her body grazing his like they were two magnets finally locking into place.

Colby’s hands slid down just a little lower, holding her like he never wanted to let go. “You always dance like this?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her skin.

“Only when I’m trying to get someone’s attention,” she answered without thinking.

He chuckled, eyes gleaming. “You’ve got it. Trust me.”

Her stomach flipped as his hand drifted to her hip, guiding her into a rhythm that matched the music. The tension between them was electric—an unspoken challenge, a push and pull of something they weren’t quite naming yet.

All around them, whistles and cheers started to erupt. Their friends were hyping them up, chanting playful jabs, but neither of them looked away.

“You know they’re watching,” she murmured, close to his ear.

“I know,” Colby replied, his voice low. “I don’t care.”

She smirked, leaning into him just slightly, letting herself go with the music. Her hips brushed his just enough to keep things teasing, and she felt his hand tighten briefly in response.

The air between them crackled like live wire, and they stayed locked like that—bodies close, breaths mingling, until the music shifted into a slower, more intimate tempo.

That’s when the DJ announced the last call. People started heading out, gathering coats and finishing drinks. The party was winding down. Soft music still played in the background, but it wouldn’t for long. Y/N felt herself growing tired. It had to have been about an hour and a half, maybe longer since coming down. She felt her social battery draining more and more, not that she minded dancing with Colby. In fact, she would stay with him all night if she was just a tad more drunk. But a part of her brain is still conscious enough not to put anything in jeopardy, or to start any rumors.

“I should head back to my room,” Y/N said, a little breathless as they finally stepped apart.

“Want me to walk you up?” Colby asked, voice softer now.

She smiled, touched by the offer. She runs her fingers up and down his chest, looking in his eyes with nothing but genuine admiration. “I’ll be okay. You stay and hang with everyone a little longer.”

He watched her carefully, then nodded. “Alright. But text me when you’re safe, yeah?”

She gave him a thumbs-up over her shoulder as she slipped out of the party. She pulls her phone out, checking the time. Her eyes widened when she realized how late it truly is. She was planning on going to the gym in the morning, but maybe the afternoon would be a bit better after her long night.

Suddenly Y/N’s phone buzzes. She pulls it out and smiles softly when Colby’s name pops up. It’s a photo of him and Joe with fake pouty faces, the words ‘miss you already’ written underneath. Their silly behavior never fails to make her grin. Her fingers fly over the keys rapidly, teasing him for being so clingy as she rounds the corner to enter the elevator hallway.

And that’s when she saw him.

Phil was standing alone, hands in the pockets of his jacket, head slightly bowed until he heard her heels click against the floor. He looked up, and their eyes locked.

The air thickened. Y/N froze in place, expression unreadable. She didn’t know what to do. Her brain short circuits, not able to come up with a solution to this predicament. Half of her wanted to scream at him for all the pain he had caused her these past ten years, but the other part of her wants to rip that tight-fitting, black t-shirt off of him like old times.

Phil didn’t move either. He just stared at her, his mind running a million miles a minute. His eyes rake over her form, despite him warning himself not to fall into the trap that is her beauty again.

She looked… different. Stronger. That dress hugged her like it was made for her, and he’d watched her dance with Colby like he hadn’t existed in her world. Like he never existed. Or maybe like they never met. Like they weren’t partners for a majority of their young career. But the worst part? He couldn’t even be mad. Because he left. And now he was standing here, unable to speak, because the sight of her laughing and glowing and being everything he remembered—without him—was killing him slowly.

She was dancing like no time had passed. Like Colby had always been the one she smiles at like that. But Phil knew better. He knew every version of that smile that was plastered on her face. And that one? That used to be his.

He didn’t come back expecting… anything. He just wanted peace. He wanted a chance to work in the company he dreamed of being. Maybe he even wanted closure, to get rid of that anger he harboured for years. But watching Y/N tonight, watching him with her…

He felt his jaw clench and it didn’t go unnoticed by the woman in front of him.

It felt like a punishment. Like this was her way of getting back at him. But she was never vindictive enough for that. He was always the one in their friendship that stooped low enough for petty revenge.

He thought about stepping forward. About saying her name. But his legs didn’t move.

And then she did.

With a sharp exhale, Y/N turned and pressed the elevator button. She couldn’t face him. Not yet. Not like this.

He watched her step inside, watched the doors begin to close. His fingers twitched, like he might call out.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, wondering how something he once held so tightly had slipped so far out of reach.

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Time moved too fast. Not enough of it was given to those who needed it. The year 2008 felt so long ago. It was a time of fun and excitement for Phil and Y/N. They were young, still rather fresh in the business. They were constantly together, sharing rooms, driving, always stuck with each other. It took a while for Phil to adjust to having her around, but once he did, nights like this became his favorite.

The TV murmured low in the background, but neither of them was watching it. Another night on the road. Another cheap hotel with thin walls and a broken ice machine.

Phil sat propped up against the headboard, glasses on, book open in one hand. He hadn’t turned the page in over ten minutes.

Y/N was lying sideways at the foot of the bed, head dangling over the edge, her hair grazing the carpet. She had one leg thrown lazily over his ankle, like she’d claimed him by default. Not that he was complaining. Not that he ever did.

“You’re being weirdly quiet tonight,” she mused, stretching her arms above her head. “That usually means you're either brooding or plotting.”

Phil didn't look up. “Or maybe I’m just enjoying the peace.”

She snorted. “You calling me peaceful?”

“I said the night is peaceful.” He finally glanced down, mouth twitching. “You? You’re like a raccoon with a caffeine addiction.”

“Wow.” She lifted her head just enough to squint at him. “I give you my best years, and this is the thanks I get?”

“You haven’t even hit your peak yet, sweetheart.” He said it too casually, like it didn’t mean anything. Like the warmth in his voice hadn’t just snuck up on him too.

Y/N paused. For a second, it felt like the air changed.

“I’m bored,” She drops her head back down again. “Tell me a secret.”

Phil’s eyebrows ticked upward. “Why?”

“Because I asked nicely?”

He turned a page he wasn’t reading. “You never ask nicely.”

“Fair. But seriously—come on. You’ve gotta have some deep, brooding Chicago trauma or closet obsession with romantic comedies you haven’t confessed yet.”

Phil didn’t answer.

She rolled over onto her stomach now, chin resting on her arms as she studied him. “C’mon, tell me something good,” she begs with that sweet smile that would make an iceberg melt faster than global warming ever could. “We’ve been partners for almost a year now and I feel like I barely know anything about you besides your name and that you have an affinity for a good pastry.”

“That’s all there is to know,” he shrugs.

“Don’t be like that, Punker,” Y/N exhales dramatically. “Seriously, why won’t you tell me anything personal?”

He shut the book with one hand, finally setting it aside on the nightstand. “That’s because I don’t trust you not to blackmail me with it later.”

Y/N smirks. “I would never.”

“You literally threatened to sell my old promo photos to Cena if I didn’t split my fries with you last week.”

She pointed a finger. “You did look like a vampire in them. I was doing you a favor.”

Phil sighed. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re deflecting.” She nudged him with her foot. “Come on. One secret. I promise I won’t sell it for a t-shirt design.”

He looked at her for a long moment. That unreadable stare of his—the one that usually came before he shut the world out. But with her, it always softened just a little.

“I have nightmares,” he said eventually.

The smile slipped from her face.

“Real ones,” he added, quieter. “Not the dumb stress dreams everyone jokes about. Like… bad shit. Stuff from when I was a kid. Stuff that never really goes away.”

Y/N blinked, stunned by the honesty. “You never told me that before.”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “That was kinda the point. It’s a secret.”

Her voice gentled. “Do you still have them?”

“Sometimes.” He hesitated, then added, “Less when you’re here.”

Silence stretched between them, warm this time. A heartbeat. Two.

Then she sat up, suddenly unsure what to do with the weight of it.

“I, uh… guess I owe you one now.”

Phil leaned back against the pillows again, eyes on her. “Yeah. What dirt are you giving me?”

Y/N chewed her lip. “Alright… I used to pretend we were married for the first few months when we traveled together.”

He blinked. “What?”

She laughed, cheeks burning. “Not in a weird way! Just like—booking the hotel, renting a car—sometimes it was easier to say, ‘My husband’s running late’ or whatever. People treated me nicer. Plus it made the logistics easier.”

Phil looked way too smug now. “So, you fantasized about being Mrs. Brooks.”

Y/N grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the face. “No. Shut up. It was practical.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay, your turn again.”

He groaned. “That’s not how this works. I’m not playing thirty questions with you.”

“Well, now you are.” She leaned in a little closer, like daring him to keep pushing. “Or are you afraid I’ll one-up you again?”

He was already looking at her. That quiet intensity he always got when he wasn’t performing for anyone—not the crowd, not the camera, not even her.

“I think about kissing you,” he said.

The air stilled. Y/N’s heart stumbled somewhere behind her ribs.

Phil’s voice was calm. Deliberate. “More than I should. Especially after matches. You get that look—like you’ve been through hell but would do it again—and it just…”

He trailed off, letting the sentence go unfinished.

Y/N swallowed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“Why didn’t you?” She asks him, her voice filled with curiosity and a bit of something else that neither of them knew what to do with.

“I didn’t know how you’d react,” Phil answers honestly. “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

Y/N tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. “You really believe that?” She confronts him.

Punk pauses, licking his bottom lip which causes his lip ring to pulse forward slightly. He stares into her eyes, finding her subtle challenge rather adorable. But the more he looks at her, the more that urge arises. So instead he allows his eyes to flicker before clearing his throat.

“I don’t know.”

They stared at each other. The silence said everything else.

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The punching bag didn’t stand a chance.

Y/N’s taped fists hit it again and again, dull thuds echoing through the mostly empty gym. Sweat dripped from her brow, her ponytail swaying with every strike. Her knuckles were sore, muscles burning—but she didn’t stop. Not yet.

Not until she could stop hearing his voice in her head.

“I think about kissing you.”

Stop.

Her next hit was harder, the bag swinging wide enough to creak on its chain. She followed it, landed a knee, pivoted, struck again. This wasn’t about technique right now. It was about silence. About control. About not losing her goddamn mind over someone who hadn’t texted her in years but now haunted her like a ghost she didn’t invite.

She was supposed to be over this.

“You know they make therapy for whatever you’re beating out of that thing,” a voice called from behind her.

She turned, wiping her forehead with her forearm, only half-surprised to see Josh leaning against the squat rack, holding a water bottle and grinning like an idiot.

He tossed it to her. She caught it.

“Didn’t know you’d be here today,” she said between breaths, twisting the cap off.

“Didn’t know you were tryna to kill a bag,” he replied, crossing over. “Bad day?”

She shrugged. “Just loud in my head.”

Josh gave her a look that was both understanding and teasing. “So, same as usual.”

She huffed out a tired laugh, then glanced toward the weight benches. “You lifting today?”

“Eventually. Was gonna do legs, but watching you commit first-degree assault on that Everlast makes me think I need to stick around in case you collapse.”

“Wow,” she deadpanned. “Your confidence in me is inspiring.”

He smirked and leaned in slightly. “You usually inspire something in me.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m charming.”

“You’re persistent.”

“Same thing.”

There was an ease between them—something natural. Something good. Josh was the kind of guy who showed up with post-match smoothies and sarcastic commentary, who knew when to push and when to just exist beside her. It was uncomplicated.

But it wasn’t him.

Y/N took another sip of water and turned back toward the bag.

“Seriously,” Josh said, walking around to lean against the padded post, arms folded. “What’s going on?”

She hesitated.

Just say it. Just admit it. Just say he was there. That Phil’s voice in her ear still sounded like a sin she never confessed. That seeing him again cracked something in her ribcage wide open, and now she couldn’t breathe right.

But she just said, “Party hangover.”

Josh raised a brow but didn’t press. “Well, if that’s the case, you’re doin’ it wrong. You should be face down in a breakfast burrito, not sparring wit yo past.”

Her lips twitched at that. He always had a way of cutting through things without slicing her open.

They trained together for a while—light sparring, easy back-and-forths. Nothing intense. Just movement. Just something to quiet her mind.

Later, when she was packing up her bag and slipping on her hoodie, he leaned against the locker next to hers.

“You coming out again tonight? Colby mentioned a few of us might hit that Giodarno’s pizza place.”

She paused, fiddling with her zipper. “Maybe.”

Josh grinned. “That’s a yes.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

They walked out together, the Chicago wind nipping at their skin, the lack of sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. They head out to the parking garage together, but Y/N slows as her eyes fall on the same man she’s seen twice in less than twenty-four hours. Two times too many if anyone were to ask her.

She barely blinked when she saw him. Phil stood by the edge of the parking lot, arms still tucked in his jacket pockets, shadowed by the glow of the overhead streetlight. She had half a second to steel herself, to keep the way her heart jerked in check, and then she walked forward like he wasn’t there.

But Phil’s eyes followed her like a spotlight.

Y/N kept her face neutral, jaw tight. She could feel him watching her, weighing something behind that stare. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking back. Not today. Not yet.

“C’mon,” Josh said under his breath, and as they passed Phil, he subtly reached out and pulled her toward him, his arm sliding around her shoulders like it belonged there. Not romantic, not overdone—but deliberate. Protective.

Y/N didn’t fight it.

Her fingers curled around the strap of her gym bag tighter, her throat dry. She didn’t look at Phil, but she felt the heat of his stare like a spotlight. And Josh? He didn’t glance over either. He just walked her to the car like she mattered. Like whatever history haunted her could be kept at bay, even for just one more hour.

When they got to her car, she didn’t say anything at first. Just unlocked the door and tossed her bag inside.

“You good?” Josh asked, his voice low, more serious now.

“I’m fine.”

“Y/N.”

She exhaled through her nose, bracing her hands on the car door, head dipping for just a second.

“I’m fine,” she repeated—quieter, wearier. “Just... not in the mood to start a fight right now. If I look at him one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from saying something I don’t mean.”

“Then don’t.” He stepped beside her, bumping her hip gently with his. “Let me buy you waffles instead.”

She blinked. “Waffles?”

“Yeah. Waffle House. No ghosts there. Just mediocre coffee, greasy food, and old country songs that make me question my life choices.”

She gave a soft laugh despite herself.

“You’re serious?”

Josh smirked. “When have I not been serious about breakfast food?”

She shook her head but slid into the driver’s seat. “You’re paying.”

“Always do.”

It took them about twenty minutes to get to the nearest Waffle House. Y/N smiles as Josh escorts her inside, his hand resting comfortably on her lower back. They were surprised to find the place was practically empty except for a pair of shift workers in a booth and a guy at the counter who looked like he hadn’t slept since Halloween.

Y/N and Josh sat in a booth near the window, the kind with cracked vinyl seats and a sticky tabletop. A waitress named Carla had already dropped off their waters and left them to look at menus they both knew by heart.

Y/N sat curled into the corner, hoodie sleeves tugged down over her hands, her eyes scanning the laminated menu like it held the answers to the universe.

Josh was watching her, chin propped in his palm, elbow on the table.

“You always get the same thing,” he said.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t pretend to explore my options.”

“You gonna order a waffle, extra crispy, bacon, scrambled eggs, no toast.”

She looked up at him. “You memorized my order?”

“I’ve memorized your post-match rants, your pre-workout routine, and how you get annoyed when people say ‘your guys’ instead of ‘your team.’ So yeah, the order was easy.”

Y/N smirked. “You’re such a simp.”

“Girl you best watch yo mouth,” he chuckles. “I’m just a very cool and emotionally intelligent best friend who happens to know how you like yo bacon.”

That earned him a soft laugh. She looked down again, twirling her straw.

“You don’t have to take care of me, you know,” she said, almost absentmindedly.

“I know,” he replied. “Doesn’t mean I’m gon stop.”

Her eyes flicked up, meeting his. And for a second, it wasn’t quite playful—it was just quiet. Warm. Like the inside of a hoodie on a winter morning. Safe.

Josh leaned back as Carla came over to take their orders, his usual banter sliding easily back into place.

But Y/N felt it linger—the reminder that someone still saw her. Even in her silence. Even in her mess.

And maybe that was enough to make the memory of Phil sting just a little bit less.

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sooo it's my birthday today... and ofc, i was wondering how would soldier boy celebrate his partners bday? smut and fluff?

🥳Happy birthday🎉 Soldier Boy on your birthday….oof girl you better hold on. 🔞🫣 this isn’t edited, I just went with the flow on this! Have the best birthday🩷

First things first, Ben is waking you up the only way he knows how…with his head between your thighs. He wakes up before the sun to train then comes back to the apartment for a shower. His hair is wet and slick between your fingers, and his skin is warm and damp against your own. You wake up whimpering and grinding your hips against his tongue and fingers.

“Mornin’, birthday girl,” he slurs into your folds.

“B-Ben…oh fu-uck!”

You cum all over his face and hand, fingers clutching his hair like a life line. Ben’s lips smack as he cleans his fingers before wiping his face clean. “Must have been havin’ a good dream. Took you forever to wake up,” he teased with a mischievous smirk.

“Was dreaming about you,” you ask through your pants, “This my birthday present?”

Ben shook his head, “Breakfast. You’ll get your presents later.”

He suddenly grasped your hips and flipped you to your stomach, raising you up to your knees. A squeal leaves your lips as he gives each ass cheek a loud smack, “I should wear you out, so you can’t go to your own birthday party. When everybody asks where you were, you tell’em your man fucked you stupid.”

You wiggle your hips against his hard cock with a small smirk. The idea wasn’t a bad one. He had the stamina to keep you stuck in bed all day. (He’s done it before!)

Ben had you dripping by the time he finally pushed inside your weeping center. The way he fucks you so deep it nearly took your breath away. He whispers all kinds of filthy things in your ear as he pins you flat between his hard body and the mattress:

“Birthday girl deserves a good fuck, doesn’t she?”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful like this!”

“Wonder how many more times I can get you to cum on my cock?”

The answer is four. Four more times before the super soldier finally shows you mercy.

Even though he wanted to keep you in the sheets, Ben reluctantly releases you from his cock drunk spell to attend the party the team was throwing for you. It was a fun gathering at the office with cake, drinks and presents.

“Which one is yours, baby?” you ask in a moment of distraction. You knew he didn’t want the team to see him being sentimental, even though Annie and Kimiko already knew about his soft side from your secret group chat.

Ben picks up a small black gift bag. It was plain and clearly from the store he bought it from, very him. You reach inside to pull out a flat square, velvet box. Inside was a a simple gold necklace with a small dog tag pendant.

“Look on the back,” he pointed.

You flipped the tag over to see your initials and his within a heart. Your heart swells staring at the wonderful present, “Ben, this is beautiful. Thank you so much.”

He helps you put it on before you shower him with kisses and gratitude. Even though he acts like it’s not a big deal, not his thing, you know he put real thought into his gift. Letting the macho man walls down enough to show how much he cares. You crawled into his lap, arms wrapping around his strong neck, hips wiggling to get comfortable.

Ben chuckles as his arm snakes around you, “That tag’s gonna look really sexy bouncin’ with them tits.”

He bit at your ear and neck as you giggled, “You’re such a pervert!”

“One of the reasons you like me so much,” he smirked into your skin.

He was right. It did bounce with your tits. You straddled his lap, bouncing and grinding down on his massive girth. His tip slammed against your cervix in this position, crying out every time you reached the bottom. “C’mon birthday girl. Keep goin’,” his husky voice encouraged.

His large hand slaps your ass, “Love when you bottom out, baby!”

“You feel so good, baby!” you gasped, fingers digging into his hair.

He stood up off the bed, striding to pin you against the wall. With your legs spread and folded over his arms the sound of skin slapping against skin and wet squelching filled the air.

“Almost there, honey,” he growled into your shoulder, “Mmm, so fucking tight! I got one last present for ya.”

“Yes! Yes, yes!”

The band that had been tightening in your stomach finally snapped. Your walls pulled him in as deep as possible as your vision went white. Pleasure coursed through you like electricity. A pathetic cry leaves your lips and legs begin to shake feeling him spill inside you.

You’re suddenly laying on the bed, Ben still throbbing inside you as he layers your face and neck with bruising kisses. You smirk at the knowledge that your night was long from being over. Your body starts stirring at the realization.

“Best…birthday…ever,” you pant.

#the boys #smut #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy smut #jensen ackles #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy imagine #request #little-wicked’s request🩷#happy birthday #birthday request #ben the boys #soldier boy ben #jensen x reader smut #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Someone New 4

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I got like insanely sick suddenly and I still feel off.

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“Sam, that paradise punch was a bad idea,” you groan as you struggle to get your bag out of the trunk of the taxi.

“Whatever,” Sam slurs as he comes around, “I tipped the driver extra. Bud, you think you can get this out for the lady?”

The driver is all to helpful as he comes around you take the handle from you and swiftly plants the bag on its wheels. It’s everything you have that isn’t bundled up into storage or sacrificed to the dumpster. You thank the man and swallow a belch.

“Have a safe trip, miss,” the driver nods and turns to slap Sam’s arm, “and you, sir.”

Sam salutes the man and pushes away from the cab, your carry-on slung from his shoulder. The two of you clumsily lift the bag over the curb. You look up at the airport as the roar of jet engines cuts through the dusky air.

“I feel like I’m drunker,” Sam snickers.

“Uh huh, me too,” you murmur. Two hours on his couch was barely enough. If anything, it’s just set your vision askew. “They’re not gonna let me board if – hiccup—I'm blasted.”

“Don’t worry, we can get water,” he blathers and yanks your bag onto its wheels, “off to the land of vikings! Skol!”

“Skol?” You follow him in a clamour.

“It’s what they say, isn’t it?” He chuckles, “I saw it on a show or whatever.”

“I... yeah, usually while they drink, not stumbling drunk,” you rebuff.

“Sound pretty sober to me with all that whining,” he rebukes.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and follow him through the automatic doors.

He veers off and you follow him in confusion, glancing back at the check-in counter. He stops before a bright vending machine and feels around in his pocket. He taps his card and focuses intently on pressing the button.

“Waterrrrr,” he drones and leans on the machine to reach through the slot.

He hands it over and you unscrew the cap. You chug half the bottle and let out an obnoxious belch. You cover your mouth in embarrassment and offer him the rest. He finishes it off and you linger by the machine as you let the cool flow settle in.

“Feel any better?” He asks.

“A little. I’ll have a coffee on the plane.”

“Nah, you should sleep.”

“Maybe,” you take out your phone and tap the side button. Nothing.

“Anything from Mr. Carter?” Sam asks.

“No,” you black the screen and shrug. “Come on, I gotta check my bag.”

“You should check that boy,” he blathers as he stands straight and once more yanks the bag after you, “tell him what’s what.”

“Sam, he’s busy--”

“He’s your best friend! At least, he likes to say so then do nothing.”

“Quit,” you beg him, “this is hard enough.”

“This is what you need--”

“I know!” You throw your hands up and face him as you come up before the counter. “I know. Okay. I’m stupid and---” you shake your head and let the truth sink back into the depths of your soul. You face the clerk and sigh, “I’m sorry, I’m here to check my bag.”

You pull out your wallet and slide your passport across the counter. You show your boarding pass and pay for the extra weight. Your bid a safe journey and carry on with only the smaller bag still on Sam’s shoulder.

Wordlessly, you sit in a row of seats. You look up at the clock. You’ll have to go to the boarding area sooner than later. He won’t be able to come with you.

“Sam, I’m sorry. I just... is it that obvious?” You croak.

He puts his hand on your back and rubs it gently. It’s soothing. The tension trickles down your sides and seeps out. It feels good to admit it aloud yet mortifying just the same.

“No, I just sense these things. I know Steve, I know you, and I know he doesn’t deserve you. Even as just friends.”

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands, “I am so stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You’re human. It stinks. Our brains, our hearts, they aren’t logical, as much as we like to pretend,” he huffs, “trust me. We’ve all been there and if we haven’t, we’ll get our turn.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sit up as your eyes glisten, “I just... he said he’d be here. I thought I’d at least get that--”

Your name echoes through the airy space and you wince. Right on cue, just before you can collapse completely. You turn as Steve rushes toward you. He wears jeans and grey sweatshirt. He remembered!

You stand as Sam sighs. You smile, only halfway before you see the figure trailing behind him. Peggy looks less than excited to be there. Her sleepy lashes flutter as her wave hair is pinned back in a messy chignon, still elegant despite the carelessness. She wears a dark green trench over a silver satin nightie. She must’ve rushed out with him.

“Hey,” Steve nears, “sorry I couldn’t make it for drinks, but I couldn’t miss take-off.”

“Mmm, they don’t have any afternoon flights,” Peggy mutters.

“They do but landing doesn’t line up with the train,” you shrug and glance at her briefly. Her glare darts back at you. You wonder if that work dinner was so impromptu after all.

“Are you excited?” Steve drops into the seat next to you.

“Uh, yeah, nervous,” you smile as the weight lightens from your chest. He came. Maybe Sam is wrong. Maybe friends isn’t that bad.

“It’s going to be great. You have to send me updates, oh, and I’ll be sure to send you all the wedding news!” He grins, “I still can’t believe you’re going to be so far away.”

“It’s a good opportunity,” Peggy intones as she sits on his other side, resting her hand on his forearm, “in her line of work, I’m sure they don’t come often.”

You press your lips tight and look down, “yeah, not really.”

“She can get out. Make new friends. Some girl friends, maybe,” Peggy remarks.

“I’m sure she’ll make all the friends,” Sam interjects, “I hear there isn’t much sunlight over there, she’ll be a breath of fresh air for those grumpy vikings.”

“Mm, yes,” Peggy grumbles as she trails her hand down to Steve’s. “Too bad you won’t make the engagement party.”

“Or the wedding,” Steve adds.

“Well, we’ve a full wedding party as it is,” she shrugs. “There’ll be lots of pictures.”

“Right, yeah, I’m sorry to miss it all,” you frown. “I...” you sit back and nearly choke, “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.”

You stand as Sam puffs out heavily and to your surprise, Peggy swiftly gets to her feet, suddenly very awake. Your soberness is setting in along with a pulsing headache. You really don’t want to deal with her. If you knew he’d bring her, you’d have told Steve to stay home.

“I’ll come with you. I’m splitting at the seams,” she trills.

“Alright,” you agree with a tint of uncertainty.

She twirls and you walk parallel to her towards the bathroom signs. You chalk it up to the feminine habit. It isn’t unusual to visit the toilets in pairs, even without much kinship between you. It does however spoil your attempt at respite. You less so want to empty your bladder than clear your mind.

You don’t say a word as you enter the bathroom. You go into a stall and she does the same. Your mind clogs your biology and you have to sit and focus before you can get a flow going. By the time you’re trickling into the bowl, she’s done. A toilet flushes and you hear her unlatch the door and approach the sinks.

She’s in heels, even at this hour. The sink sprays out water and you listen to her hum as she washes her hands. You finish up and flush, coming out meekly to use the sink next to her. You focus on the simple task as she watches you in the mirror.

Sensing her gaze, you look up and pull your hands out from under the censor-activated faucet. You meet her eyes and nearly wince at the steely intensity. You stand straight and move past her to retrieve some paper towel.

“This is a wise decision,” she says, “well-needed.”

You look at her again as you dry your hands, “thanks.”

“Oh, I’m not congratulating you. About time you got some sense,” she sneers.

You wince and crumple up the towel. You drop it in the bin and cross your arms, “okay, well...”

“It’s better you’re not here for any of it. He doesn’t need the distraction.”

You chew the inside of your lip as venom drips from her voice. You’re still slightly tipsy and too tired to process this. You have no response.

“The distance will help you get over it. Finally,” she snips, “you know, I thought it was almost endearing at first then it just became pathetic.”

You swallow. You’re humiliated that even she could see right through you. You can hardly blame her for her spite. After all, she’s his fiancée, not you.

“He thinks it’s silly. He laughs.”

You flinch then. Hard. Your chest rents and your stomach boils.

“He knows. It’s obvious. I mean, it’s convenient, isn’t it? You’ll do anything for him and really it was rather helpful. Took a lot off my plate and his but it’s time for all of us to grow up. I will be his wife and he doesn’t need some girl to measure out his laundry detergent or remind him to eat.”

You blink and look away. You cross your arms and push your shoulders up, “got it.”

“So why don’t you go ahead and just put him on mute now?”

“Peggy,” you whisper.

“We’re getting married. You know you can’t stop it, that’s why you’re running away. So end it.”

“You don’t have to be cruel,” you mutter.

“I could be horrid. I could have been for all these years. I believe I’ve had remarkable restraint with you,” she points a manicured nail at you, “you should be thanking me for having the grace to do this in private.”

Your lip trembles and your cheeks tug painfully. You nod and turn away, “don’t worry, Peg, you won’t hear from me. He won’t either.” You make your way to the door, “I wish you both the best.”

“Mm, I pray you find some clarity and perhaps some maturity along the way,” she retorts as she follows you, heels clicking loudly across the tile, “perhaps you might find someone too. Someone you deserve.”

Her last words sting. The derision is pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. Someone you deserve... because you could never ever be good enough for Steve Rogers.

💟

You don’t look back as you go through the gate. You can’t. It’s too painful. The tears have receded but the pain is only deeper. Peggy’s words reverberate in your head, nipping at your ears as your nape burns hotter and hotter.

She’s right. Sam too. This is overdue. It’s exactly what you need to do. You know it. It’s the reason you chose this. That moment when you were faced with being the eternal wobbly third wheel, you made up your mind. It’s over. That part of your life is behind you, but you don’t know that you’ll ever stop feeling this way.

It’s hard to settle in your seat, even knowing you have ten hours of flying ahead of you. Disembarking alone will be another hour at least, then finding the train station, another few hours... It’s a lot of time to think and you just can’t stop.

You don’t take the book out of your bag or touch the screen in front of you. Instead, you sit, slumped down in your seat, eyes drifting back and forth, as you wallow in your self-pity. You stay like that through the flight. You decline the mid-flight meal and the snack cart. You don’t even get up to use the bathroom.

You close your eyes and float away into memory. You can feel the scene around you. You can smell the stale air freshener forgotten on the shelf above the desk and hear the muffled thrum of music through the walls. You sit on the bed, your textbook open in your lap and your laptop open by your leg. Steve’s on the other end, phone in hand, texting as his golden hair flops forward over his head.

He’s younger. That rosiness still kisses his cheeks as subtle freckles speckle his pale skin. Yet he’s just a well-built as ever. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, long legs. He’s the very picture that should appear next to ‘hunk’ in the dictionary. Every girl’s dream. Your dream.

“Huh,” he chuckles and drops his phone, “this girl in my history class wants to meet up.”

Your heart plucks and you force a smile, “a girl? Meet up?”

“Oh, yeah, she lets me copy off her pop quiz every lecture. Guess I kinda owe her.”

“Wow,” you utter, the only noise you can eke out. Owes her? Funny, you did his laundry last week and helped him print out his term paper... what do you get?

“Yeah, so uh, do you think you could send me a copy of your notes?” He pushes himself to the edge of the bed. “I probably won’t be back tonight.”

“Right,” you nod and hide your embarrassment at the insinuation.

“You can crash here if you wanna. Long way across campus at night,” he shrugs casually as he grabs his varsity jacket.

“No, I’ll... I’ll just go now,” you get off the bed and close up your books.

“Probably a good idea. Just in case she wants to come back here,” he chuckles, “see ya in poli sci?”

“Sure,” you keep your chin down. “See ya.”

Your eyelids lift as you come out of the dazed memory.

New York is gone. Steve is gone. You’re all alone. You’ve left it all behind but that home was never a home. It was all a farce you built on a childish hope. You’re done lying to yourself. It was never going to be. You didn’t miss any chance at all. You just wasted your own time.

You just languish there in the airplane seat. It’s still hard to believe it’s all real. It isn’t until the wheels bounce and hit the tarmac that it fully sinks in.

You’re not doing that again. You’re better off alone. You have to be, right? You don’t really know. You don’t even know yourself. You just know the girl who only wanted to be what he needed.

But what do you need? What do you want? Can you figure it out? Is there anything in this land for you that you couldn’t find in New York?

At least you’ll have lots of time to figure that out. Intimate hours with yourself to dwell and cringe and regret. Time to think, time to move on, time to cut him out.

As you join the line to have your Visa stamped, you pull out your phone and turn off airplane mode. You swipe through to Steve’s last message. It was weeks ago. That makes it easier to hit that button; ‘mute’. It’s a start. Maybe in a few weeks, you’ll be ready to hit ‘block’.

#steve rogers #series #au #fic #grayish fic #angst fic #someone new #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #thor x reader #thor

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ataliagold · 1 year ago

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Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here

For @astrangersummer week 10 prompt ' "I'm a great driver!" ' Title from Drove Through Ghosts to Get Here by 65daysofstatic.

Pairing: Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, very background Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Rating: T

W/C: 1227

Tags: Post-Vecna, everyone lives, established Steddie, Robin and Steve are soulmates, learning to drive, mild angst, Eddie is a little shit, heart to heart in the ruins of Starcourt

Summary: During his last summer in Hawkins, Steve teaches Robin how to drive.

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“Ready, Steve?”

Robin’s got the keys to his beemer in her hands, jiggling them as she stands by the door.

“Got your crash helmet, Stevie?” Eddie teases as Steve peels himself off the couch, mournfully now out of reach of the mildly-refreshing airflow of the fan on the coffee table.

“Hey!” Robin retorts, “I’m a great driver!”

“Mmm hmm,” Eddie hums, eyebrow raised.

Steve leans over, plants a kiss to Eddie’s mouth, briefly shutting him up.

“I’ll pray for your safe return, my love,” Eddie says dramatically, flopping himself across the now-free space on the couch.

Steve smirks, Robin rolling her eyes as she stomps out the door towards the car.

Steve had been teaching Robin to drive over the summer, Robin begging him to after the first few lessons with her mom had gone…well, terribly, involving a near-miss with a traffic light and her mom gripping the seat with white knuckles and shaking whenever she got in the car with her.

“Pleeeeease Stevie, I want to be able to visit Nancy when she goes to college and I can’t afford to fly back and forth all the time,” she’d implored him, and Steve had caved within moments.

It couldn’t be as bad as that time with Max after all, right?

It was evening now but it was still far too fucking hot, Steve sweating in his t-shirt – one of Eddie’s, soft and worn - and shorts even as he cranks the car AC as high as it can go.

“Ok so just…remember to take your foot off the clutch slowly,” Steve reminds her.

Robin nods, determined. “Ok. Gotcha. Slowly.”

The beemer lurches, stalls in the driveway.

“Slowly!” Steve barks, slapping a hand on the dash in surprise.

“I was slow!” Robin snaps back, turning the key in the ignition again.

A cackle of laughter from behind them - Eddie in the doorway, having ventured over to watch the show.

Robin winds down the window, sticks her hand out, flips him off.

A little flustered now, she gently places her foot on the accelerator. The engine whirrs, louder and louder.

Steve places his head in his hands.

“Why are we not moving?” Robin asks quietly.

“You’re not in first,” Steve says, pointing at the gear box.

“Right,” Robin nods, “first.”

She slams the clutch in again, Steve watching as she successfully maneuvers to first gear, then lets the clutch out painfully slowly, the car starting to roll forward.

“There you go,” Steve says, fighting the urge to grip his seat like Robin’s mom used to.

He glances in the wingmirror. Eddie’s waving his bandana in a delicate hand like a woman seeing her husband off for war.

Steve shakes his head, scoffs a little under his breath, and keeps his eyes on the road as Robin pulls out into the flow of traffic.

“Where should we go?” Robin asks, gripping the wheel tight with both hands.

“Wherever you like. Preferably somewhere without many hazards.”

Robin scowls at him, and Steve laughs.

“I’m kidding, Robs. You’re a lot better than when you first started.”

That was an understatement.

Eddie had joined them for one of Robin’s first lessons, sitting in the back seat and crying with laughter as they’d bunny-hopped down the road, Steve trying to keep calm and give Robin advice while she’d shrieked that there was something wrong with the car.

Eventually, they’d had to let Eddie out of the car to relieve himself after he’d almost laughed hard enough to piss his pants, Steve cursing at him and swearing he’d make him scrub the upholstery if he couldn’t control himself.

After that, Steve was the only one to accompany Robin for her lessons.

They end up in the old empty lot where Starcourt once stood.

Robin brings the beemer to a stop and kills the engine.

Steve glances over at her. Notices the way Robin’s hands tremble a little where they’re still resting on the wheel, the way her breathing has picked up slightly.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Robin replies, her voice tight.

Steve senses there’s more she wants to say. He waits with his window wound down, warm breeze stirring his hair, darkness starting to fall. They’re the only ones here – that was no surprise, what with the invisible heavy cloud that always seemed to hang over this place. Even those who didn’t know the truth about the Upside Down knew that something bad happened here, something unnatural that took the lives of many.

The scorch marks in the concrete were still here. Steve can see them in the low light, the concrete gouged out and charred even more than two years after the mall had burned down.

“Do you think about it, still?” Robin asks quietly, “this place, what happened here, how we nearly…died?”

Steve nods. “Sometimes.”

“I know everything that happened after with Vecna sort of…overshadowed everything else, but whenever I have nightmares it’s about this place still. I’m stuck underground, I can hear you getting hurt but I can’t get to you, and sometimes they drag your body in and I’m just tied up in a room with you lying there…”

Steve squeezes her knee as Robin trails off, choking up.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “we did it. We beat it, Robs, we survived.”

“I know,” Robin replies, bringing her hand down to rest on his larger one. “I just…sometimes I feel like everyone’s moving on. Nancy’s going off to college, the kids are getting older, you and Eddie are moving to Chicago in a few weeks…and I’m still here.” She flaps a hand out the window, gestures at the empty lot around them.

“You can come visit us whenever you like. Hell, what do you think we got a two-bedroom place in Chicago for?” Steve smiles, tries to cheer her up.

Robin huffs out a small laugh. “I will definitely be taking you up on that offer, dingus. Just…do you ever feel like…like everything that happened is just stuck with us now, that it’s a part of us and we’ll never…we’ll never be normal?”

Steve clutches her hand. “Have you ever been normal?” he teases gently.

She slaps his shoulder with her free hand. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

Steve’s smile fades. “I do. And I think…yeah, it’ll always be part of us. S’not like any of us are ever going to forget it. But I think about all the shit that wouldn’t have happened without the Upside Down, as terrible as it all was. I met the kids, Eddie, you…my life changed completely and a lot of it was honestly for the better. Unfortunately we just gotta…find a way to deal with everything that came with it.”

Robin nods, sits in silence for a few moments before speaking again. “You ever think about those two dumb kids who slung ice cream for a summer and thought that was the worst thing that could happen to them?”

Steve had known even back then there were a few things far worse things than a minimum-wage customer service job, but he understood the sentiment.

He grins. “Yeah, I think about them sometimes. I think they turned out ok, right?”

Robin laughs. Reaches for the key again, turns the engine back on. “Yeah, I think so. Anyway, shall we get out of here?”

“Sure. But remember, slowly.”

“You got it, dingus.”

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic soulmates steve and robin #a stranger summer

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lavaflowe · 2 years ago

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JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point…#Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

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autumnalwalker · 1 year ago

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Find The Word Tag

Thank you for the tag, @toribookworm22.

My words to find were quiet, dare, & token.

Passing the tag to @andromedaexists, @blind-the-winds, @oh-no-another-idea, and the usual open tag to anyone else who wants it.

You words to find shall be jolt, remote, & toy.

Now, time for Lacuna mixing trans angst with mad science!

Quiet: Empty Names - 21 - Changeling Child

“I don’t want her to worry about me,” she mumbles. “Same for Road.”

“You mean to say that becoming stuck as a faceless imitation of a human being all night is not cause for concern?”

“It’s fine!” Lacuna snaps defensively and then shrinks back from her own raised voice. “It’s fine,” she says more quietly. “I’m fine. I’m fine. It’s a problem I’ve been working for a while now and that’s not even the worst thing that’s happened to me so far. And the enchantment had a safety timer built in, so I would have been fine.” She raises her head, looking through Ashan rather than at him. “Compared to some of the other mishaps, this one actually felt… nice? It was quiet. Like all the thoughts going in my head all the time finally shut up for once and let me just be. Awareness without a sense of self to be aware of and in a room with no external stimulus.” She slaps a hand to her forehead and laughs. “Okay, wow, that does sound bad when I say it aloud, but I promise I’m fine. It was actually about as restful as sleeping, I’m just a bit frazzled right now from the sudden jolt back into things. And probably dehydration. And maybe low blood sugar. But I’m good now. Mostly”

Dare: Empty Names - 10 - Cleanup

She suspects those two hadn’t really needed saving themselves, but Glassheart had definitely made it easier for them to get those last two passengers out unharmed. And he’d looked amazing doing it, no matter which point of view she watched the feed from. The fluttering dress, the flowing wand motions, and that conjuration at the end. Goddess, now that was the sort of working that she’d only ever heard about. Having gotten to see it, even remotely, is almost enough to take the sting out of wishing that could have been her out there doing that, being even half that useful. Half that brave. Half that - dare she even think it? - that beautiful.

She indulges a self-deprecating chuckle. All this, all her… well her everything and now she finds herself wishing she could be like a guy. Well, to be fair, it’s one specific guy whom she would still be mistaking for a girl if someone hadn’t said something. Yeah, no one ever needs to know about that mixup. Seriously, of all people, she should know better by now than to assume. At least she’d realized her mistake before she actually said anything. That would have been mortifying.

Token: Empty Name - 17 - Embedded Media

She takes off her gloves, reaches into a cargo pocket on her pants, and fishes out a thin metal sheet, slightly longer and wider than her open hand with the fingers pressed together. A spiraling, branching mess of mutilated glyphs cover both sides, one for the incantation recording and one for the desired end effect.

Small, simple changes compounded over time. That’s the way to do it. Just alter one body part at a time, and control the speed of the ritual to keep the change gradual, only pushing further when it feels right.

She’d tried almost this exact same experiment a week back, and the change had lasted a solid twenty minutes after the ritual ended. Far longer than the seventeen seconds she got out of the full body attempt, but still shorter than what someone with proper training and experience could pull off and nowhere near permanent. Shortly after she started visiting Crossherd regularly she’d found an alchemist’s shop selling potions that claimed to do the same thing for a full day. Sure they’d only ever lasted about an hour for her, and that was before she built up a tolerance from drinking one every night for a month straight, but at least they never left her chest itching all the next day like her last experiment had. The effect on her psyche of seeing and feeling them wear off earlier and earlier until they barely did anything at all had probably been fuel for her current autogenesis issues though. But that’s what she’s fixing now. Hopefully.

The idea of tying the transmutive effect to an object was one she had been toying with even before the last mission, but seeing all those natural-born shapeshifters with their abilities tied to a token of some sort made her all that more confident that there was something to it. And if she has to carry around a veritable deck of enchanted metal cards everywhere she goes to keep a body that feels right, then that’s a small price to pay.

Having learned from past mistakes regarding sudden shifts in center of mass, Lacuna takes a cross-legged seat on the floor, clasps the metal card to her chest, activates the stored incantation, and focuses on the new reality she wants for her body.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #tag game #writing tag games #find the word tag #word find tag

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shrapnelstars · 2 years ago

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I was debating talking about it despite my annoyance with spoiler culture, but eff it, I'll tag properly and talk about it, because I've seen this in a lot of guys I grew up with, and it just kind of hurts your heart.

(Spoilers below in case the tags fail.)

That one line Ken had towards the end had a major impact on me. "I was pretty done with patriarchy anyway when I found out it wasn't about horses."

Just like that other post said, it's a system that sells people a bill of goods and just deals damage to absolutely everyone because it's perpetuated by a highly specific type of shitty person that just wants control, and is extremely malicious and petty about it. There are some guys who are really nice, but are taught that "this is the way you act out if you want respect or want to heal", and they just go with the flow because they don't know anything else, and if they were taught anything better, they'd most likely choose something more constructive and less harmful 9 times out of 10.

It's even in the small line at the end of the conflict with "Wait, weren't we supposed to change the vote thing this afternoon?" "...Oh, right. Whatever."

They weren't fussed about it at the end because hurting women wasn't their goal. They just all learned a really shitty way to express that they wanted to be respected. They were more than happy to go back to being nice and learning about their inherent self worth when they were taught that there are other, better ways to go about it. Ken even slaps himself when he realizes he's hurting Barbie again, because that's not what he wants. He wants to learn to do things the right way.

I get called a naive idiot for this all the time, but goddammit, I still maintain that there's good in everyone, and that people have the ability to change for the better, and can correct from mistakes they've made, and re-track their lives from bad pasts. And I'm glad that movie felt that way, too. There are going to be people who are too far gone sometimes, definitely, but that's not as common as people like to say it is.

I really loved that, even though she had every right to be mad and to kick his ass, Barbie still wanted to reach out to her friend to pull him back from a bad way of thinking. And it worked. I saw a few posts saying that she shouldn't have done that, but I think they missed the point that Ken was still her friend. I'm glad they bucked amatonormativity and refused to have them romantically involved at the end, but she still reached out to her friend who needed help, because she still cared about him as a person. That meant everything to me.

#spoilers #Barbie spoilers #estoy thinkin

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link-alou · 1 year ago

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@bitt-better (realized I forgot to fix it, so finally did that) HELLO HI. YOUR MIND /POS

Thank you for your interest!!! Genuinely, I haven’t thought too into the au. Though I do feel that Damian may be more prone to bullying? But also another part says not so much because, if we all had animal traits, wouldn’t you be interested if there was someone with a scorpion tail. But also, on my first point, you could technically call him an ‘early bloomer’, since it’s only bad bad situations that cause a person to gain the traits, it’s the body’s last defense mechanism. And some kids are more like to go “lol you’re probably so used to daddy’s money that something mildly inconvenient was your biggest threat ever”. I’d also say adults would be more prone to worry, since, “hey why does the very rich man have a child with animal traits despite him being so young”, though I’m sure the bats could come up with some sort of story as to why.

And the League of Assassins absolutely do try to manipulate what animals are nearby when they have the chance. Though it does get a bit tricky because most adults and teenagers in it have already gained their respective traits. So Damian, and anyone born in the League around that time, were sort of the first test? To see if the body would even accept a controlled variable, simply reach out to whatever seemed fit, or not react at all to a purposeful endangerment. Atm, I’ve been playing with the idea of Damian’s animal being an accident. Perhaps something happened during a spar that put him in genuine danger, and a scorpion was around. Though the idea of Ras wondering if a kid could harbor some kind of poison or stun is rather interesting. I’m playing with all sorts of ideas :3

I’m thinking maybe maybe animal traits can be hidden, though it takes constant focus to keep them away. It’s not something many people practice, no normal person’s going to teach their kid how to balance focusing on looking entirely human and focusing on everyday life. But the League of Assassins may, because what’s more trusting than someone that most defiantly hasn’t been in a risky situation yet. Though Damian wouldn’t hide his traits when meeting Bruce or his siblings, because he’ll feel threatened and in turn want to look threatening. No one wants to mess with a snappy kid that could actually harm you with his tail. So maybe I don’t need to brainstorm anything and Damian just makes himself look ‘normal’ when he goes to school and such. Maybe Bruce asked him because god is that man emotionally constipated and he doesn’t truly realize the weight of his words or what it could cause, or because there really won’t be many scorpion people in Gotham, so if his newest ward is one, and so is the newest Robin, he’ll be pretty easy to trace

In my opinion, I don’t think there’ll be much discrimination. Partially because I just don’t want to write it, and because it’s literally a source of trauma for every person. Sure there’ll always be someone willing to pick fun and push boundaries, but that’ll probably be as far as I’ll ever allow it to go. But if you really want, maybe people with prey animal traits are more wary towards those with predators and/or vice versa. Like someone with bird traits will get a little fidgety around, say, someone with dog or lion traits. It’s because there’s a little thing in their brain, pretty much a small replica of the respective animals slapped into a humans, telling them “danger danger danger” and the rest of the brain pays it very little mind.

You’re welcome to draw or write anything for this! I really love your thoughts and ideas, buddy. Tag me if you want but I might also stalk your page for dc content so I’ll prolly see stuff regardless.

This is all just me babbling, though. Again thanks for the interest, really got the brain juices flowing ₍^. ̫.^₎

Hello I am also in the DC fandom (you can probably tell from my page’s header). Take a quick doodle for a batfam au :3

I don’t remember if I dreamt the fic or if it actually exists, but the gist is: when a person is put in grave danger for the first time, they get the traits of whatever animal is closest to them. It only happens once, and sometimes people try to manipulate what animal another person gets the traits of, though it won’t always work.

Damian is a scorpion. What kind? I dunno! I just wanted to give him a stabby tail.

The art is when he was still getting used to Wayne Manor. Perhaps not violence-prone every second anymore, but still ready to lunge and stab. Due to him still being integrated into the family, there aren’t a whole bunch of clothes for him to wear yet; so I put the guy in an oversized red shirt that I’m pretending is a hand-me-down from Tim (I just want them to be brothers ok ☹️)

#damian wayne #scorpion damian #dc au #risk reflection au #the name you made is so cool Bitt!!#infodump #ish I just like to ramble about my stuff sometimes

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sweet-villain · 2 years ago

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Hit Or Miss~ E.M

@lilcassielily asked:

Hi! I could do one where y/n is Eddie's girlfriend and y/n's neighbor has a huge crush on Eddie and she tries to get Eddie to be with her and not with y/n but obviously it doesn't work. I've been following you for a while but I love the way you write! 🤍

English is not my language, sorry for any mistakes :)

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson

My Master List is in This Area

You always could feel her eyes on him as she exits out her trailer, doing her little hop hoping to get your boyfriends attention. Eddie paid no mind to her, not when he's always looking over at you with his dimples show and eyes only for you. But, Eddie was clueless on how hard his neighbor was trying to get with him.

She was so desperate for his attention.

" Hey, neighbor" she called out to Eddie, she lowered her top a bit more to show more cleavage and wore a skirt that flowed. Eddie paused in his step as he turned to glance over to her seeing what she needed.

" There is something wrong with my car, could you take a long? I know you know a thing or two about cars. I'm clueless like a screw" she says, scratching the side her head. You rolled your eyes leaning against the van with your arms across your chest.

" I can do that, let me drop off Y/N here and when I come back, I'll see what I can do" he says. You pursed your lips feeling the green monster knocking on your door. You trusted Eddie, it was her that you didn't trust with the way her top is too low and the way she is really trying it. Who did she think she is?

" Thank you so much!" she squealed, " you're the best, Eddie." She threw in a giggle causes you to mentally slap her across the face.

Eddie nodded as he made his way over to you and grabbed your hand. He leaned down kissing on top of it with a small smile on his face.

" M'lady" he opened the door, helping you into the passenger side seat. He closed the door and ran to the driver seat, hopping in. As soon as he started the van, you couldn't help yourself and reach over to pull on his jacket to grab his attention.

" What is it, sweets?" he asked. He waited for you to say something to only be met by your lips, he happily kissed you back. Your hands cradled his face as you kissed. You knew she was watching with a huff like always. Your lips pulled into a smile when you pulled away from him.

" What was that for?" he asks.

" Because, I love you" his cheeks hinted red every time he got a chance to hear you say that. " I love you too, sweetheart" he says as he drives off heading down the road to take you home. In one of the mirrors, she stood there watching with a huff like you knew she was but she added a stomp.

You shook your head letting out a check. She can only dream about having your boyfriend.

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The next time you see her is when she's knocking on the trailer door, rubbing her hands up and down her arms and hops from one foot to the other. You threw open the door in nothing but in one of Eddie's shirts and shorts. Her eyes pause as she rakes over what your wearing. Her eyes notice that it's Eddie's shirt you have one. Yesterday's shirt that he wore.

" Is Eddie home?" she asked. You turn to glance back at his bedroom to see him strumming Sweetheart in his lap on his bed. You turned to glance back at her.

" No" you mumble about to close the door when her hand shoots up to stop it from closing. She glares up at you.

" Listen here pumpkin, you may be with him now but he will get bored of you and move on. Someone better" she says with a slight smirk putting her hands on her hips, flipping her hair.

You let out a chuckle, " What makes you say that?"

" Just look at me and look at you, have you seen the way you dress? You wear those dirty boots that are filthy with mud and those converse. What kind of shoes are those? You aren't even that pretty to begin with-" you cut her off.

" I could care less what you think about me, princess. Eddie doesn't even look at you like you want him too" she pouts. " You are lucky I don't slap that clown make up off your face, now beat it before I really paint your face with grass."

" You can't talk to me like that!" she wines, " Eddie!" she shouts. The strumming stops from the bedroom as footsteps come closer to the door.

" Who is it, baby?" he asked as he wraps his arms around you from behind and pull you to him. His head is in a crook of your shoulder as his eyes land on her.

" Oh, is there something you needed?' Eddie asks. Her eyes drift from his arms wrapped around you to him to you, she huffs not liking what she's seeing. " She was just leaving, weren't you?" you asked through gritted teeth.

" Are you free this weekend?" she asked catching you and Eddie off guard with the question. Your eyes turned into slits as you glared at her. How dare she?

" Uh.. I have a date with Y/N and then I have a gig too" he says. " Why?" he adds. You mentally wanted to slap Eddie and already be done with talking to her.

" Oh.. I was hoping we could hang out. You know listen to the new Metallica album" she mumbles, playing with her fingers as she looks at him with wide eyes, pleading. Eddie pulls away from you as he tilts his head to think about it.

" We can do it Friday after Hellfire" he says.

" Isn't Friday our regular movie night?" you asked, turning to face him with your arms across your chest not believing what he was about to do.

" I'm sure one night won't hurt to miss, sweets" your mouth drops open and she smirks hearing this. " It's our tradition, Eds"

" It's just one night" he reaches his hand out to rub your arm but you pull back, huffing and turning around to walk back into the trailer. Eddie frowns but turns to her, " I'll see you Friday it that's okay."

She nods happily, twirling her hair as she pops the gum in her mouth.

" Perfect" she waves to him as she happily hops back to her own trailer. Eddie closes the door as he turns to walk in the bedroom to see you already in his bed turned to the wall. He sighs as he gets in on the other side after taking off shirt and brushing his teeth.

He wraps his arms around you to pull you in but you shift forward causing him to roll his eyes as he turns the other way.

She was not going to win.

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Eddie parks the van in front of the trailer as he yawns, rubs one of his eyes as his eyes spot you sitting in front of his trailer. He scrunches up his eyebrows and confused on why you would be here. He hops out of his vans as he comes around.

" Sweetheart?" he calls out to you catching your attention. Your head snaps hearing his voice. " Hey Eds" you greet him as you stand up, dusting off your ass from any dirt before wrapping your arms around him.

" Not that I'm not happy to see you but why are you here? We aren't having date night till tomorrow" he says. You nodded, pulling away from him and grabbed his face in both your hands.

" I needed to see you, I've missed you" his brown doe eyes sign a small smile lights up his face. " I've missed you too, but you seen me a few hours ago at school" he chuckles.

" So? I can't miss my boyfriend" you pouted, leaning in brushing your nose against his. You heard the door open from next door and you knew she was watching. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer to him.

" You are adorable" he says as he leans in pecking your lips.

A clearing of a throat causes Eddie to pull away as he turns to look seeing his neighbor standing there with a glare on her face as she looks at you.

" I'm sorry to interrupt the mouth to mouth fest but I thought you were coming over, Eddie?" she asks.

" I was thinking of listening to it in my trailer" your fist balled up by your side hearing him. " Eddie, can I talk to you for a minute?" you called out to him. He turns his head as his eyebrows knit together, " Sweets I-"

" Edward Munson" you warned, " It's important." He scrunched up his nose at the mention of his full name. " Hold on" he tells her as he walks back over to you. You held onto his wrist pulling him a little further away from her. She didn't need to hear your conversation with your boyfriend. She could mind her own business.

" What is it, sweets?"

" You're are really clueless, Eds" his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

" What are you talking about?" he ask taking a few pieces of his hair and putting it into his mouth. He was nervous on what you wanted to talk to him about.

" You can't not know she's into you" you motion with your head towards her. He frowns as he turns to look at her but you grab onto his jacket turning him back. " Don't look!"

" She's into me? How?" you rolled your eyes.

" Eddie, she likes you. She doesn't like that I'm your girlfriend"

" Well she's going to have to because I am not leaving you" he smiles as hew about to lean to kiss you when you stopped him.

" Then tell her to get lost" he frowns as he shakes his head.

" She's my neighbor, sweets. She can be my friend too or is that not allowed?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Was he really asking you this.

" I don't know what your getting it but I don't care if she is your neighbor. She wants you. Don't you know what that means?" he sighs, shaking his head.

" You're wrong, she just needs a friend and I'm happily to be her friend" you pursed your lips feeling annoyed.

" Right, go be with your friend" you rose your hands up putting quotation marks around the word friend. You turned to walk to your bike that you dropped by his side.

" Sweets!" he calls out to you but you don't respond and simply glare at her. She triumph beams at you with a small wave like she won. You picked up your bike to get on it hearing Eddie come closer to you but your already biking down the road, home.

" Shall we go?" she asks Eddie motioning to his trailer. He thought he was going to give you time to calm down after this.

She was just his friend. Right? What harm can that do?

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Eddie hadn't noticed it at first but she moved closer to him on his bed, he shifted uncomfortable as he looked around his room.

" Do you like this song?" she asks him sitting on the edge with her arm support her head with her hand as she looks at him. He twirls one of his rings on his hands as she nods. She can't really see his face as it curtains around.

She frowns as she reaches over to place her hand on his knee. This causes him to jump not expecting her to touch him. Eddie was touchy person but with her, it didn't feel right.

" Are you okay?" he stood up from his bed as he puts his hands up. He lowered the music before he turned to face her.

" Look, I love my girlfriend very much. She means the world to me, so whatever this is" he points between himself and her, " is nothing. I'm not going to do that to my girlfriend. So, please leave if you think I'm going to do anything but sit here and listen to music with you."

She huffs as she stands up, " I'm better looking than her, I'm sure I can be more satisfying in bed and you don't deserve to be with someone who look like they stepped out of a trash can."

" Get out" he grits his teeth with his fist by his side. " Don't ever talk to me again" he sneers.

" Answer me Munson, what does she have that I don't?"

" My heart" he takes his jacket off the chair and puts it on as he fully turns off his music. " Go home" he tells her.

" You're going to regret this" she turns her head to walk out the door with her nose raised. " The only thing I regret is being your neighbor" he mumbles. She slams his door in anger.

He gets his keys as he steps out of the trailer.

He needed to see you.

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He looks up at your window to see you walking past. You were home. He made his way to the tree besides your room to climb it.

You hadn't notice that Eddie was by your window until you turned to go close the window to have two pair of brown eyes stare back at you with sorrow.

" I'm sorry" he says as he climbs through the window and turns to face you. " You were right, she wanted to ruin our relationship and I didn't want that. I couldn't lose you, you are the best thing to happen to me"

" Did she do anything? Do I need to go over there and make her understand?" he shook his head with a slight smirk.

" You are hot when your mad" he puts his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to him. You rolled your eyes.

" You're lucky your cute, Munson" he beams, his dimples coming out.

" Am I forgiven?" he asks. His brown doe eyes are pleading with a small pout on his face.

" Depends" he rose his eyebrow in question.

" Depends on what?" he brings his face closer brushing his lips against yours. " If you can put your mouth to better use"

He smirks, " Only my mouth?" he gets on his knees as he takes a hold of your pants, " there is more than my mouth that I can use" he winks as he slides your pants down, licking his lips.

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