#weaponized hoe shit

[frownyalfred]

I just want a fic where Bruce “petty is my middle name” Wayne sleeps with everyone except the person he actually likes because he’s in grade A+ denial and thinks he’s just in some weird sort of rivalry with Clark.

cue Bruce sleeping with Lois, Clark’s other friends, etc and Clark being so fucking confused. And pissed off. And kind of…jealous?

[moonlitfool]

OP of the post about the “historical NLOG” video is a TERF and the video actually talks about historical masc women in a positive light (also the YouTuber liked Gentleman Jack and said a lot of good things about it). Just FYI

thanks for sending this in and i will delete the rb (but post a screenshot of my tags cuz i think they are important) but im gonna play a little devils advocate here:

i took a look at op's blog and simply searched "trans" for any posts like that and could not find outwardly hostile posts about trans people. definitely some that made me raise an eyebrow, but i couldn't find one similar to what you wrote about. to be fair, i only looked for a couple of minutes as i only saw these asks right as i went into work (which im still at when writing this, so sorry if this is a bit jumbled)

i havent watched the abby cox video myself both bc i hate the discourse around nlog stuff and i dont watch many historical shows.

again, thanks for reaching out as i appreciate ppl telling me if something i rbed is posted by a terf, but maybe this might just be the tism but i appreciate it even more when claims of ppl saying awful shit can be backed up via links n shit.

[astonmartinii]

peas in a pod | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!russell!reader

y/n and george russell may be twins, but they’re hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: are you alex’s appendix cause you make me wanna bust 😩

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user1: excuse me 😀

user2: sometimes i’m like yeah george and y/n are defo twins and then she says shit like this and i’m like they can’t be related

alexalbon: erm what is is ?

yourusername: gosh so other people can use your appendicitis for a seat but i can’t use it to appreciate my boyf - PC gone crazy

alexalbon: the only censorship you’ll need is when my foot is up your ass

yourusername: i’d love to see you try i’ll put you back in the hospital

alexalbon: you say that but when i woke up in hospital you were crying your eyes out begging me to never do that again 🤨

yourusername: i was CHANNELLING GEORGE OBVIOUSLY

oscarpiastri: she cried about it for a good week after alex dw she loves you really

yourusername: TURNCOAT say goodbye to your bedtime privileges

georgerussell63: okay we’ll stop right there, y/n is sorry for joking about your appendicitis alex, and y/n we will not be discussing extracurricular activities with oscar. thank you.

user3: what about the people who want to hear about the extracurriculars? and maybe want to … see them?

yourusername: @oscarpiastri how do you think mclaren would feel about an onlyfans?

oscarpiastri: i think it’ll be a hard no

yourusername: ugh boring

user4: y/n talking about an onlyfans whereas i don’t believe george has even seen a naked woman

oscarpiastri: i love you and your dumb fucking pick up lines

yourusername: what do you mean i’m literally the reincarnation of william shakespeare?

georgerussell63: more like e l james

yourusername: i knew it was you who stole my copy of 50 shades GIVE IT BACK

yourusername: anyhow … i love you too babe x

user5: every comment section we learn new y/n russell lore and it shocks me everytime

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: in this house i guess we celebrate hit tweets? happy one year anniversary to the alpine breakup

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user6: CAKE SCARED ME FOR A SEC I WON'T LIE

yourusername: i think the technical term is “stunting on these hoes”

oscarpiastri: for pr reasons i will not be agreeing

yourusername: @ otmar HE BROKE I’M UP

oscarpiastri: you’re going to get me into even more trouble than that tweet did

yourusername: blame me and tell them to meet me in the car park, no weapons just fists

oscarpiastri: maybe let’s not

yourusername: you don’t wanna be my sexy ring girl? :(

georgerussell63: one day of not threatening people is all i ask for

yourusername: you weren’t saying that when i beat that year 13 guy’s ass in year ten for picking on you 🤨

georgerussell63: well yes but needs must

oscarpiastri: sorry george i’m siding with y/n she’s not afraid to tell the waiter they got my order wrong

landonorris: and she can square up to the people who won’t leave us alone in clubs

georgerussell63: okay i get it damn

yourusername: SMASH

alexalbon: you can’t let anything be normal can you?

yourusername: since you wanna be in my business… lily is a smash too

alexalbon: excuse me?

yourusername: let it be known if i weren’t already with the love of my life, id steal your girl

lilymunhe: oh wow … umm ☺️😳

alexalbon: OSCAR DO SOMETHING

oscarpiastri: idk bro im focusing on being called the love of y/n’s life

user7: silly season was so boring this year thank the lord we have y/n to cause chaos

georgerussell63: do not encourage her

yourusername

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yourusername: you think i look bad, you should see the other girl. don’t touch men without their consent - and definitely don’t touch my man or you will be dealt with. trust.

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user8: someone leaked the video and omg that girl has hands

user9: she did NAWT hold back omg

oscarpiastri: i love you, thank you for defending my honour

yourusername: i love you too, i’d protect you with my life but don’t get it twisted, i’d throw hands for anyone

oscarpiastri: no but for real i’m very thankful for you standing up for me

user10: why is everyone praising this? all this shows me is that piastri is a pussy that needs his gross girlfriend to stand up for him?

yourusername: i’m going to stop you right there. that girl thought she could touch a man without his consent, and it’s completely out of order. so she was handed the consequences. oscar couldn’t do anything so it fell into my hands. you are the problem, do not talk down to him or other victims in those situations.

georgerussell63: as much as i joke, im glad you and oscar have each other.

yourusername: thank you georgie

oscarpiastri: thanks george, but your sister is the real knight in shining armour here

yourusername: i'll always save you princess 👸

alexalbon: everyone is being very sentimental but YO I KNEW YOU SAID YOU HAD HANDS BUT DAMN

user11: alex spill how brutal was it?

alexalbon: i had a front seat and it was like prime anthony joshua she was NOT playing

yourusername: oh wow that’s a big statement

alexalbon: i don’t wanna sound unprofessional but it was honestly crazy and i am so impressed y/n should really consider combat sports

yourusername: in my defence she just fully turned in on my fist

georgerussell63: okay normal service resumed she's making fun of me again :(

user12: why are we celebrating violence?

user13: people have no respect for the drivers these days, just because you’re in the same club as them does not mean that you’re entitled to harass them ??? you fuck around you’re going to find out… esp when y/n is around LOL

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: so a lot has happened. i don't want to give the girl any more attention. i love my girlfriend and i love how much she loves me. cry more.

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user14: OOP HE GAGGED THE HOES

georgerussell63: "cry more" y/n has clearly been rubbing off on you

yourusername: i can assure you i've done much more than just rub off on him

georgerussell63: NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE MISSY

oscarpiastri: to be fair you walked right into that one george

georgerussell63: introducing you two really is the stupidest thing i've ever done

oscarpiastri: first of all, arthur introduced us months before you "introduced us", second of all, this is a lot coming from the guy who cried to me about how i'm so great for your sister and can't wait to have me as a brother-in-law

yourusername: AWWW GEORGIE YOU SOFTIE

georgerussell63: yes i am soft. i love love. sue me gosh.

user15: they are so aesthetically pleasing to my eyes

landonorris: so does like y/n wanna give self defence classes?

yourusername: for a price, soz nothing comes for free in this economy

danielricciardo: please can you do classes? i wanna harness your rabid chihuahua energy

yourusername: i am NOT. a chihuahua take that back daniel

oscarpiastri: she's more like a kangaroo, cute but will steal your dog and beat your ass

yourusername: true, i just wanna put you in my pouch

yourusername: that sounds weird, but i just wanna hold you and never let go

danielricciardo: okay i was just messing around no need to be disgustingly cute

logansargeant: i'm glad you're both okay, but that room service debrief went so hard

oscarpiastri: honestly if i weren't holding an ice pack to my girlfriend's face it would've been top two

yourusername: eh i think it's still top two, nothing is unseating when we were next door to lando shagging and we made it a drinking game 😭

landonorris: WHAT ????

oscarpiastri: no comment

logansargeant: no comment

yourusername: it was drink every time you moaned impressively loud 👍

landonorris: no comment

alexalbon

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alexalbon: idc you can never get me to hate her ass if you poke the bear expect to get bitten

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user16: sorry to the galex truthers but y/n and alex are the superior friendship

yourusername: i knew you loved me + and i knew you loved oscar SEND ME THE LAST PIC NEW LOCKSCREEN INCOMING

alexalbon: i've been the personal photographer for both russells for years and i'm only just being appreciated

yourusername: HOLD ON i take just as many of you and lily

alexalbon: well that's easier because we're much easier to photograph

oscarpiastri: WOAH hold your horses pal, call me ugly all you want but one shall not dishonour y/n

alexalbon: okay someone spent the break at the russell house

yourusername: HE'S NOT UGLY YOU POOL NOODLE TAKE IT BACK

alexalbon: damn it's a tough crowd. and on a post literally appreciating you

yourusername: bare minimum

user17: okay the kardashians are over - netflix can we please get a drive to survive spin off about y/n, george, oscar and alex ????

landonorris: lando norris erasure

charles_leclerc: charles leclerc erasure

oscarpiastri: move over twitch quartet, there's a new sheriff in town

landonorris: okay i'm banning y/n from mclaren you've spent too much time with her and now a rookie is bullying me :(

yourusername: he ate you up... i'm so proud

landonorris: is this the environment the russells promote? @georgerussell63

georgerussell63: you're on your own on this one lando i gave up years ago

yourusername: @oscarpiastri i think that's called maximising our joint slay

oscarpiastri: they wish they were us for real

user18: i love watching a black cat gf slowly corrupt her golden retriever bf

yourusername: oscar is like an evil little kitten really

oscarpiastri: and you love it

note: quick one cause i'm in my feelings. enjoy this random oscar cuteness he is an aussie queen (also a friend of mine literally went to the same school as him it's so weird)

[femsolid]

You know what I'm tired of seeing Snoop Dogg appear in memes and videos and movies and award shows like he's some endearing funny rapper who's cool and chill because he smokes tones of weed. He's a fucking rapist, a human trafficker and a misogynistic piece of shit.

"Snoop has an extensive criminal history, including convictions for drugs and weapons related offences and involuntary manslaughter, as well as by his own admission, pimping and trafficking women for sex. Snoop also reportedly lured two underage girls into exposing themselves on film by offering them marijuana and ecstasy.

Snoop’s lyrics glorify violence against women. He refers to women as ‘bitches’ and ‘hoes’ who ‘suck d****’. His songs include ‘Break a bitch ’til the day i die’ and ‘Can you control yo hoe? where he describes beating women who do not obey him, who need to learn their place."

Haha cute go fuck yourself

[dilfl0v3rss]

I NEED sb to write abt ony getting turned on when he sees reader fighting or pointing his gun 😭😭 so yea 😁 also loves you 💞💞

ima give y’all some tea…i be doing this shit ngl😭

also love you more booooo❤️

cw:guns

“you sure you don’t wanna get in wit me mama? could use the company” ony smirked as he watched you quickly shake your head at his question. he had just got done beating your shit down and you already knew what he was going to do if you got in that shower with him. “nope. i love being able to walk” you smiled as he sighed deeply as if your rejection wounded him. “aight then. if you don’t love me just say that” he mumbled before grabbing his towel and going in the bathroom.

rolling your eyes, you turned over, scrolling on your phone as you laid comfortably in bed. it had only been five minutes before ony called for you in the shower. “mama! baby get my slides. they next to the bed!” he yelled. you sighed as you crawled over to his side of the bed for his slides. “of course one of you hoes is missing” you mumbled before dipping your hand under the bed to search for it. you were searching for a couple seconds when you felt something cold and hard meet your fingertips. “the fuck?” you mumbled as you gripped around the object. as you brought it up to your face, a wide smirk began to appear as you realized what it was. one of your man’s many guns.

ony never wanted you touching his guns, always saying there was no need for a pretty girl like you to be outside with a dangerous weapon while he’s there. but you just couldn’t resist picking it up and pointing it at the mirror. you snapped a couple pictures, posing cutely as you sat on your knees in the bed. “run your pockets nigga” you mumbled as you acted like you were sticking someone up. you were having too much fun. you got so into your little role play that you didn’t even notice the shower water stopping, and the sound of ony mumbling to himself about how you never brought him his slides.

“pew pew pew…..freeze bitch!” the sound of your pretty voice attracted ony’s attention. his towel wrapped nicely around his waist as he exited the bathroom quietly. the sight of you holding his gun brought a mix of emotions in his heart. he thought he been made it clear he didn’t want you touching his guns, but he took the clip out and you looked kinda cute acting “hard”. your thick brown thighs open as you sat on your legs, nipples poking through his t shirt as you wiggled around with the gun. “you wanna die nigga? stop bothering my girl!” a smirk crept on ony’s face as he watched quote him.

“what i say bout touching my shit ma?” ony mumbled as he watched you stop dead in your tracks. you didn’t even try to hide the gun because it was clear as day that he saw you already. “i was looking for your slide under the bed and i found this, but i didn’t shoot anything i swear i just kept my fingers on the side and not on the tigger i know m’not posed to be playin with it but i was being safe baby i swear-” your words were cut off by the sound of ony’s laughter as he began to walk towards you. he placed his hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks together as he looked down at you. “s’okay ma” he mumbled as he slowly took the gun from you. he turned it sideways to show you the bottom. it was empty. “ion leave loaded guns around my girl unless it’s on my hip”

as ony spoke, giving you the gun back before you noticed the prominent bulge he had under his towel. a smirk slid to your features as you reconnected your eyes with his. “what’s this?” you say, running the gun down his wet abs while rubbing your hand on his print. your boyfriend smiled, leaning down towards your face to the point where you were centimeters away from locking lips.

“sum you gon get if you keep pointing that gun at me like that”

[levis-nut-dump]

~Break Away~

Description: Drug dealer ex boyfriend Connie tries to make you jealous.

TW: Drugs, gang, fluff, cursing

You never liked Connie Springer much. Since you were thirteen he was trouble in a small package and now you're twenty and he's trouble in a bigger package, which is why you weren't surprised when your six-month relationship was cut short because of his line of 'work'. You weren't too fond of being around a bunch of guns, drugs, and gangbangers every time you want to hang out with your boyfriend, you weren't cut out for that life. Not even two weeks later, Connie found someone who was.

You found the news out through a mutual friend of yours, Sasha Braus, she also hated Connie's work but knowing him as long as you have she knows just as well there's no pulling him from it.

"Already?!" you yelled.

Sasha jumped. "I mean, yeah. But that's ok, right? Your relationship was mainly physical and you don't like him that much anyway."

The truth is, you have grown to like Connie as a partner over the last six to seven months. You also found him sexy as you did dangerous. "Well... Whatever! Just how can he move on so quickly?! With Jackie nonetheless!" You grabbed your car keys and slammed your apartment door open.

Sasha jumped from the couch. "(Y/N) Where are you going?! He's around his people and Jackie's just as dangerous as he is! Don't do anything rash!" she begged.

"Fuck Jackie and FUCK Connie. I'm giving that prematurely grey jackass a piece of my mind!"

"Jackie?!"

"She can get in my way if she wants to. She doesn't mean shit to him. Connie's wanted me for years he didn't move on that fast. Jackie is just to make me jealous and it's not working." you say getting into your car.

Sasha crouched to talk to you in the passenger side window. "Are you sure about that?" she giggled.

"Are you coming or not?" you say with aggravation filling your body.

"Yes but only so I can keep my two best friends from killing each other. This is why we don't date in the friend group." Sasha said getting into the car.

You start the car on the way to Connie's corner. "You're dating Jean, who is in the same friend group." you point out.

"Jean who's not a gangbanger."

You flip Sasha off.

Finally, you get to Connie's corner hideaway. An old building he and his guys use to plan their moves. "Ok, so what's the plan? Do you have like a weapon or something or are we gonna take the sneaky app-" Sasha started.

You turned the car off and got out, slamming the door which alerted Connie around the corner as he smirked.

"Connie Springer!" you yelled turning the corner to Connie, his guys, and Jackie sitting on his lap. In front of them was a table full of guns, large bags of weed, and a white substance you didn't even want to know about, but you weren't scared, your ego was bruised. You weren't the violent belligerent type but when your pride was hurt no one was safe from your temper.

"Hey Connie." Sasha smiled and waved from behind you, fearful of the table that possessed at least three charges. Maybe Sasha's the only one exempt from your temper.

"Hey Sasha. (Y/N)." Connie grinned.

"Fuck he's so sexy." you thought. "You're kidding me, right? Jackie?"

Connie sighed. "We broke up babe. I moved on." he said cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah right. It would be more believable if it were with anyone but Jackie Fletcher." you scoffed.

Jackie got up and Sasha backed up. "And what's that supposed to mean? What's wrong with me?" Jackie asked putting her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail and taking her earrings out.

"It means you have more STDs than Connie has warrants." you grit through your teeth.

Connie's boys laughed and this set Jackie off. "Bitch you better have the hands to back that mouth up." she said stepping closer

"My mouth isn't as 'trained' as yours but I bet my fucking hands are just as good hoe."

Jackie ran up and you don't know what happened but the next thing you knew you were on top of her punching her over and over.

"Guys take Sasha upstairs I'll take care of this." Connie ordered. As the guys were carrying out his command Connie went to pull you off Jackie. "Alright. Alright Tyson she's out!" he said finally getting you to your feet. You quickly turn around and push him. "The fuck (Y/N)?!" he yelled.

"What you want some too?" you asked, pushing him again.

"I'm not gonna put my hands on you (Y/N)." Connie said softly.

You push him again. "Why not?" You pushed him against the wall "Fucking pussy. Fight back." You slap him on his left cheek.

Connie stared at you with a hazel deadly glare that snapped you back to reality. Sometimes you forget just how scary he could be as he towers over you weighing two hundred all muscle. "You want me to put my hands on you (Y/N)?" he growled switching you against the wall faster than you can blink. "You come in here, yell at me in front of my guys, insult my girlfriend, then beat her unconscious. After that, you have the nerve to come at me?" He put your chin between his fingers and made you look him in the eyes. "You're so fucking sexy." Your lips smashed together in a sloppy kiss. You run your fingers through his short grey hair as he undoes your pants and drops them to the ground. With a small bite of your lip, Connie breaks from the kiss and peppers your neck.

For an hour, years of pent-up hatred and anger were released against that wall.

[magnoliabutters]

• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

support your writer: reblogs for daddy joel ✨🌿

request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

note: whatcha think? joel screams sub and fuck do i love it. also episode 3?? can someone just cry with me about that real quick? shall there be a part two? 🤫

*edit: there shall be & here it is

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[peachyloveswriting]

Hi there! I want to make a request about the version of the original Vash x Fem! Reader. Someone who is a Femme Fatale and very flirty with Vash, making him shiver.

Hello! I know you probably wanted this in a one shot format but I'm here to deliver some in-depth headcanons instead. Hope you don't mind!

FATALITY TO HIS HEART --- Vash the stampede

SUMMARY: Headcanons of Vash and a Femme Fatal that has him wrapped around her finger tip.

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Pretty women are Vash's main target, but he loves to flirt with whoever he can get his hands on. This time it happened to be you. He met you in the city of December in the saloon just at the start of town. You're an outlaw yourself much like him, but when he walked in you were surrounded by men, bounty hunters, and lawmen alike. Each was jumping at the offer to buy you a drink. You were fed up with the constant shrinking of your personal bubble even though you flirted to your hearts content. None of it meant anything really. That's when you watched Vash stroll in. At that very moment you locked eyes and slid off your barstool to stroll over to him.

Vash was so lost when you strolled up to him acting all lovey dovey. That was until you hinted at wanting to leave. You waved goodbye to the men inside and left out the door with your arm hooked around Vash's. The moment you stepped outside you started thanking him profusely, even offering a payment of sorts. If he kept you away from those men you'd keep him fed. That was your deal. He happily accepted but he didn't expect what would come next.

You weren't lying when you said you would keep him fed. Every night you were with him he ate a good hearty meal. Of course that didn't save you from Vash's flirting and wandering hands. You didn't deny him that though, you played into it quite enjoying the attention he was giving you. Even more so than the other people. While he would just play you up, talking about how hot you are and how you deserve someone strong and handsome like him, you one up him.

"Keep playing this tamd and you'll get burned." You warned him. Vash didn't listen though and he kept going and poking until the reaction he got was beyond something he was ready for. In a single stroke, the buttons of his coat had been entirely undone and his back was pressed against the wall. He shivered while you eyes him up, a devilish grin on your lips. Vash was so shocked that he didn't know what to do. He was stuck just staring back at you in shock.

Since then, anytime your fingers got anywhere close to him his skin would grow intensely hot and he would shudder. Any time your hands would cup his face he would flush a bright red and melt in your touch.

You were like nothing he had ever felt before just your touch alone would light him on fire. When the time came for him to move to the next City he couldn't bring himself to leave you. Even after he left the city he camped outside for days debating whether or not he should go back in and get you. You found him yourself. he woke easily, your touch feeling foreign to him at first. Once he saw it was you he swooned. His hands reached up to cup your face while he spoke a mantra to revel in your beauty. Just like that you pulled him right back under your spell. Even with his brother and saving the world being important to him you suddenly jumped to the top of his list.

Vash is known to be a captain-save-a-hoe, so when you got into your first gunfight with him he kept you shielded behind him. You pushed past him and shit every single one of their weapons from their hands in a heartbeat. Seeing you could handle yourself just fine was even better for Vash. Not only were you attractive and more but you were a force to be reckoned with. Of course your abilities would never reach his to the fullest extent but you were close. He admired you for that.

When the girls found you traveling with him, Meryl tried to warn you of who he was and what he brought with him. You didn't listen, you already knew who he was to begin with. When you walked into this, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Even then you accepted him for who he was and even threatened Meryl in front of him. "This is an affront to his personality, don't you ever refer to him in that manner in front of me again or so help me god I'll hang you by your toes and drain the blood from your nose."

Time and time again you've disarmed Vash without ever having to make any big moves and he admired you so much for that. Everything you do is a mystery to him and he just can't get enough.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Lost Without You | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! Ya girl is back with some sweet sweet angst.

If you like what you read do me a favor and reblog so that others can find my stuff 🥰

Warnings: blood, reader injury, Bucky missing you terribly 💔

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Bucky leaned against the wall with a coffee in hand, waiting for you to make your safe return. He looked around the empty hangar as he stirred sweetener into your drink, an unstoppable excitement to see you building in his chest. He hated being forced to stay at home and go through the motions without you. The apartment just didn’t feel the same without your ‘Hoe Shit’ playlist blaring on a Saturday morning or your uproarious laughter as you rewatched New Girl for the millionth time. And after two long weeks, he was more than ready to have you back by his side. 

A deafening roar filled the air, signaling to Bucky that the quinjet was making its descent. He knew better than to greet you with coffee. The last time he’d done so, you’d jumped into his arms without thinking and sent hot coffee spilling all over both of you, scalding your skin and staining Bucky’s clothes. And as he chuckled at the memory, he opted to set your drink on a nearby crate of supplies, just in case.

He quickly raked a hand through his hair and tugged on his T-shirt in the hopes to look his very best for you. But he knew it didn’t matter to you if he showed up in a tux or a pair of sweats- you’d just be happy to see him.

The door to the quinjet opened and Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat, but it was Wanda who appeared first. A slight tinge of disappointment tarnished his anticipation, but he kept a smile on his face regardless. He eyed her as she exited the jet with her eyes down and her shoulders slumped, devoid of her usual cheery nature. This was not the Wanda he knew- something was wrong. 

“Hey, Wanda! How’d it go?” 

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even make eye contact. She simply walked past him and stormed down the hall, a flare of red following in her wake. Maybe she’s just tired, Bucky thought, maybe she’s in a bad mood.

But then Bruce ignored his greeting. As did Nat. And Scott. And Sam.

Bucky waited for you, watching the jet with a sharp intensity. He knew you were probably just tidying your things or talking with Clint about the mission, but an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. It was an unshakable sense of foreboding that infected every cell in his body, setting him on edge. And after ten minutes without even a glimpse of his best girl, panic set in. 

“Sam- hey,” Bucky caught up with his friend and tugged on his jacket, stopping him dead in his tracks, “what’s the deal? Where’s-”

“You need to talk to Barton.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Sam, not quite comprehending the situation. He made a beeline back to the jet and stormed up the ramp in search of Clint, finding him busily typing in his mission log. 

Without lifting his head, Clint knew who had come to speak to him. “Hey, Barnes-”

“Where is she?” Bucky’s eyes roamed the jet, desperately searching every nook and cranny for your warm smile. But you were nowhere to be found. The jet sat empty, save for some supplies and a few extra weapons. A sharp anxiety ripped through Bucky when he eyed your lonely duffel bag sitting in the corner- untouched. Before Clint could even open his mouth, Bucky had him by the collar.

“Woah, easy-” Clint struggled against Bucky grasp- to no avail, “hey- I didn’t do anything to her. Hands off”. 

An unsettling combination of fear and rage burned behind Bucky’s eyes, but a gentle hand on his shoulder calmed the storm. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he turned to face you, embarrassed that he’d reacted so irrationally. 

But it wasn’t your hand on his shoulder. 

The eyes of Maria Hill stared back at him, cautioning him against hurting Clint any further. 

“Can someone just fucking tell me where my girl is? Why is she-”

“She’s not here.” 

Maria’s words didn’t make sense. Why weren’t you home safe with the rest of the team? Why did they return without you? 

“We lost her. She was ambushed…taken,” Maria’s voice waivered at the mention of your tragic circumstance, “But they’ll keep her alive-”

“We think”, Clint added, earning him a swift kick from Maria. 

Bucky’s world melted. Everything seemed to run together, mixing and blurring until it became a shapeless fog. Nothing made sense anymore. Despair punched a hole through his chest, suffocating him. 

“This wouldn’t- this wouldn’t have happened if I were there…” Bucky’s words were barely audible, his ability to speak slowly failing as misery crept up on him.

“Aww, come on, man,” Clint clapped a hand onto Bucky’s shoulder, “You can’t put that on yourself-” 

“I’m not, I’m putting it on you”, Bucky swatted at Clint’s hand, “I’m calling you incompetent. You were the lead on this mission- how the fuck did this happen?”

The second Bucky heard Clint utter the words “I sent her off on her own”, he was done. Without a word, he stormed off. 

In his over one hundred years of life, he couldn’t remember being this scared, this full of anxiety and dread. His normally steady hands shook with almost violent tremors, and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He needed to find you, to get to you as soon as he possibly could. He needed to bring you home. 

“Where is she?” Bucky almost yelled as he pushed through the door of Fury’s office, “I can be ready to leave in two minutes-”

Fury raised a calm hand, his demeanor far too relaxed given the circumstances. He leaned back in his chair and lazily pressed a few buttons on his keyboard. “Hmmm”, he shrugged, “Her tracking device isn’t responding”.

Bucky stared at him, waiting for a ‘but’ that never came. His hands slammed against Fury’s desk, the vibranium sending a deep crack splintering through the wood. Bucky’s hulking form loomed over Fury, casting a shadow over him completely- but Fury didn’t even flinch. 

“SO? What do we do? How do we get her back?” Desperation coated every word from Bucky’s mouth. He stared Fury down with an unmatched intensity, panic constricting his pupils into microscopic pinpricks. He couldn’t believe how indifferent Fury was, how simply unbothered he appeared. 

Fury waved Bucky off, “we’ll have a team on it tomorrow. But for right now, we-”

“That’s not good enough!” Bucky almost growled, his voice low and threatening, “I’m not letting her rot at some Hydra facility- I know what they’ll do to her!” 

Fury finally stood from his chair and met Bucky’s eye line for the first time. A cold, aloof attitude dripped from his lips as he spoke:

“She’s not the first agent to go missing, Barnes”. 

A chill ran down Bucky’s spine. He didn’t care if you were the first agent lost on a mission or the five hundredth- he was going to get you back. “She didn’t ‘go missing’- she was taken!” Bucky slammed his hand on the desk yet again, deepening the fissure in the wood, “One of your agents was taken hostage! She was ambushed and abducted!”

Fury sighed. He seemed annoyed somehow, like your current situation was an inconvenience to him. “Regardless, Barnes. It will get handled. We have people for this.” 

He made a move for the door, only to be stopped by Bucky’s wide shoulders. Bucky’s sharp, hot breaths fanned Fury’s face, and he swore he could hear Bucky’s heart pounding in his chest. The normally quiet, reserved James Buchanan Barnes looked like a rabid dog, like some uncontrollable force of nature destined to strike at any second.

“Are we gonna have a problem here, Barnes?” Bucky knew better than to accept this as a simple question- it was a threat. 

“Dispatch a team. Now.”

Fury rolled his eye, “I can’t. We don’t know where she is-”

“Then I’m taking a jet and going back to her last known location-”

“Like hell you are! You are a SWORD agent now, Barnes. That means I’m in charge- I green light the missions. And you have not been given approval to waste time and money on some goddamn wild goose chase for your girlfriend”.

It was only a few moments later that Fury had Bucky escorted from the compound, and enacted security measures to keep him out. The building was sealed against him, restricting him access to your last known coordinates, weapons, jets, and the names of your possible abductors. 

Bucky was completely and utterly helpless. 

He stalked toward the parking garage after being denied entry to the compound “until further notice”. And when he slid into the driver’s seat of your black Audi, the smoldering rage in his chest fizzled out; the passenger seat was empty. 

You were supposed to be there. 

You were supposed to hold Bucky’s hand while he drove, tell him stories from your mission, sing along to every song that came on the radio. He’d planned on taking you to Shake Shack for your favorite burger and fries, a post-mission tradition the two of you never skipped. You were supposed to arrive home together and immediately rip each other’s clothes off, followed by a long nap, a movie, and takeout from your favorite Indian restaurant. To round out the night, you’d share a shower and Bucky would hold you close under the warm water, telling you just how much he’d missed you. And finally, he’d carry you to bed and let you drape your body over his. You’d rest your head on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, like you did every night.

But Bucky arrived home alone. He sat in the car for what felt like hours- but didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to open the front door and see your favorite blanket on the couch or your grocery list on the counter. It was too much. 

And so he made a call to Sam. He crashed on his friend’s couch that night, but sleep never touched him. He laid awake all night worrying about you, wondering where you were, hoping to god or any deity who would listen that you were still alive. And just as the sun began to peek through the curtains, Bucky’s phone rang.

“Nat?”

“They’re not sending a team.”

Bucky bolted upright, his mouth suddenly dry, “What- what do you mean? Why?”

“Fury said…” Nat paused, wondering if she should even tell him, “he said there’s ‘no point’ in sending a team after her. He doesn’t think Hydra had reason to keep her alive.”

He’d never been so furious before, so completely and utterly enraged. Goosebumps rose across his skin, prickling down his neck. This wasn’t the hot, smoldering rage that sent fire searing through his veins; this was a special type of outrage, spurred by deep betrayal. It nipped and bit at his skin like a cold, relentless wind, sending a sharp shiver snaking up his spine. His left hand formed a tight fist, so tight that the vibranium began to creak and whine under the pressure. 

Nat didn’t want to continue, didn’t want to deliver the final blow, “Fury thinks she’s already dead…” 

Nat knew Bucky too well, knew he was about to start spiraling. “Barnes, hey. I know she’s still alive, okay? There would be no point in abducting her just to kill her. Hydra’s too smart to kidnap a SWORD agent without reason. I stole a drive from Fury’s briefcase, some files from his office- we’re gonna get her back. I’ll meet you at your place”.

Nat’s soft knock was answered in an instant. She stood in the doorway, slightly bewildered by Bucky’s early morning energy, and snaked around him to gain access to the apartment. “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten lately, so…bagels”. She dropped the paper bag full of bagels on the kitchen counter, followed by a stack of “borrowed” files. Bucky poured over document after document, scanning every miniscule detail for a hint as to where you might be. Nat matched his intensity, only pausing to spread cream cheese on a blueberry bagel and practically force it down Bucky’s throat. 

“I know you’re desperate to find your girl…just don’t forget to be a human. Okay?” Nat warned as Bucky walked her to the door after a long day of searching, “You can’t rescue her if you die of starvation first.” Bucky nodded along and promised to eat and sleep the appropriate amount, but both he and Nat knew it was a lie.

Days passed with no update from SWORD, nothing new from Nat, and zero help from any of the materials taken from Fury. Hopelessness grabbed Bucky by the ankles, pulling him down, down, down a rabbit hole of despair. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were really missing. He’d had dreams like this time and time again, in which Hydra stole you from his side in the dead of night or took you hostage to create a new Winter Soldier. 

But this time, he couldn’t wake up.

A knock on the door pulled Bucky from his third pass at an encrypted document, and he silently cursed the interruption. He forced his ragged body to rise from its seemingly permanent place on the couch and opened the door, only to be greeted by his partner in crime.

“Jesus Christ, you look terrible…” Nat eyed Bucky’s messy hair and the dark circles that lay beneath his eyes. A ghostly pallor erased any hint of life from his face and a seemingly permanent scowl pulled his lips into a frown. He was a shell of himself, a ghost of the man he used to be. 

Bucky quickly ushered Nat inside, almost dragging her over the threshold by her elbow. “What’s the update? Did you hear anything from Fury? I was looking at some of the-”

“When’s the last time you slept, Barnes?”

Bucky ignored her question. He continued about possible Hydra bases and locations they’d most likely use to hold hostages, but Nat interrupted him yet again.

“Hey- have you gotten any sleep? At all?” 

“I don’t- no, not really. It’s fine, Nat. I’m a super soldier”, he huffed, “anyway, I was thinking that-”

“No. Not ‘anyway’. You need to take care of yourself. You need to eat. You need sleep. I bet you don’t remember the last time you drank water”, Nat rubbed the heel of her hand against her forehead. “I know you wanna find her. I get it- so do I. But you’re not paying yourself enough attention. How are you supposed to rescue her if you’re running on no sleep and haven’t eaten in a week?”

Bucky shrugged, “that kind of stuff isn’t important right now. I’m fine. I can catch up on my sleep after I get her back. When she’s home and I know she’s safe, we’ll eat Shake Shack together and I’ll sleep for three days. I’ve been focused on the intel you brought me- every ounce of my attention is devoted to those files”.

“Bucky, I-”

“Just stop! Okay?” Bucky’s ragged voice echoed through the quiet apartment. “You don’t understand- I’m dying inside. My girl is out there somewhere being subjected to some of the most heinous, sadistic forms of torture known to man- I’m not gonna stop looking for her so I can take a fucking nap.” 

Nat watched Bucky’s tough exterior begin to crack and collapse before her eyes. He slumped into a kitchen chair, utterly dejected. 

“Her glasses are still next to our bed. She has a half-read book sitting on the coffee table. Alpine sits at the front door every night, waiting for her to return. The ‘welcome home’ flowers I bought her are still on the counter- dead. It’s almost…it’s almost like she’s here. It’s like she’s everywhere and nowhere all at once.” He paused for a moment, allowing his head to drop into his hands. 

“It’s so quiet here without her- it’s never this quiet…” Bucky’s voice cracked, “Our home has never felt this empty. I feel like the plans we had for the future were stolen from us- all the things we wanted to do together, the places we wanted to go. The devastation, the fucking sorrow…it hurts. It actually physically brings me pain. So I can’t stop what I’m doing to eat a sandwich or doze off. She’s- she’s probably wondering why I haven’t come for her yet. That’s why I need to find her- I can’t let her suffer anymore��.

Nat’s knees almost buckled. She’d lost people before, but never felt anything close to what Bucky described. She couldn’t imagine the hollow feeling, the ghostly sensation of being haunted by the things left behind by a loved one. Bucky was mourning you without a body to bury, and it was killing him.

“Okay, how about…” Nat rested a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “How about I make you something to eat? That way you don’t have to stop reading. And I’ll help you go through everything.” She dropped into the seat next to him, her own resolve failing. “I haven’t given up- you’re not in this alone, Barnes. I’ve been going by headquarters every day and pilfering through everything SWORD has on possible Hydra hideouts, but…I just haven’t found anything aside from what we have here. I’m sorry I couldn’t find more.”

She left Bucky alone at the table, setting her sights on the kitchen. It was obvious that Bucky needed to eat, but Nat knew in her heart the he didn’t have any groceries.

The pair sat together at your kitchen table, their eyes glued to confidential documents and profiles of Hydra leaders. They shared pizza and Chinese takeout, eating their meals without breaking focus. Nat slept every now and then, but only when her brain absolutely demanded rest. Bucky pushed on, powering through the debilitating exhaustion. He hated when his body shut down on him and forced him to sleep, even if it was only for thirty minutes. He was hell bent on finding any clue, any morsel of information that might lead him to you.

With Nat’s help, Bucky accessed the last file from Fury’s drive and dove in head first. He had his every hope and prayer riding on this final document. And his prayers were answered. 

“Oh- shit. Oh my god, I think-” Bucky’s eyes snapped up to meet Nat’s, “Give me the coordinates of the last mission- the location where she was last seen.” 

Nat scrolled through her mission log like her life defended on it, “umm, 44.2643 degrees north, and 109.7870 degrees west. Why?” 

A wave of goosebumps rose over Bucky’s skin, “there’s a Hydra base at those exact coordinates. An underground base. Literally. It’s carved into the side of a mountain.” 

Nat’s eyes widened, “So when Fury said her tracking device wasn’t responding-” 

“It was responding! He just didn’t think it would be at those coordinates- he assumed it was left behind at the mission site and that she was taken elsewhere.”

In no time at all, Bucky and Nat were geared up and ready to go. They assembled a team as quickly as they could, calling Sam, Wanda, Scott, and even Rhodes to assist them in their rescue mission. Rhodes developed an elaborate lie, telling Fury that he was the one who’d found your location- out of sheer dumb luck. Fury granted him access to weapons and a jet, giving the mission the green light Bucky had been so desperate for.

Bucky’s heart thrummed as the jet sliced through the sky. He couldn’t let himself get his hopes up, wouldn’t allow himself to assume you were alive and well. There was still a chance that you were no longer at these coordinates, still a chance that you weren’t even breathing. He, instead, focused on the the joy it would bring him to spill the blood of Hydra operatives. He didn’t want to kill anymore, not after his years as the Winter Soldier. But Hydra was an exception.

Before Bucky knew it, it was boots on the ground. The team descended upon the secluded Hydra base, fully prepared to slaughter every last operative who stood in their way. Nothing and no one was going to keep Bucky from his best girl, not even god himself.

He tore down corridors and exploded through locked door after locked door while the team handled anyone who dare try and stop him. As he traveled down staircase after staircase with Wanda in tow, an eerie feeling crept across Bucky’s skin. The air felt heavier, more sinister. An intense dread greeted him as flashbacks of his time as Hydra’s prisoner washed over him. He couldn’t shake the uneasiness, the stomach-churning anxiety that the all too familiar surrounding stirred in his soul. The lights flickered and a chilling sound filled the damp air. It echoed off the stone walls and surrounded him completely, setting him on edge. It was then that he realized what the sound was: a scream.

Your scream. 

Bucky’s body moved forward on autopilot, pushing him as fast as possible in the direction of your agonized cry. And when he reached a reinforced door with a biometric scanner attached, he knew exactly what it was hiding. The right combination Bucky’s vibranium arm and Wanda’s magic ripped the door from its hinges and gained Bucky entrance to the eerie room that served as your cell.

Dried blood stained the concrete floor a sickly brownish red. An alarming variety of wires and tubes wove their way in and out of your body. A gag lay between your teeth. Bucky shuddered. But you were still breathing, and that’s all that mattered. He holstered his gun and flew to your side, his hands shaking as he reached for you for the first time in weeks. 

But as his hands made contact with your battered body, you flinched.

Fresh tears sprung from your eyes and ran down your cheeks as your muffled cries begged Bucky not to hurt you. 

“She’s blindfolded…” Wanda huffed, “she can’t-”

Bucky hadn’t even noticed the heavy duty blindfold keeping you in the dark, keeping you isolated. He remembered not too long ago when an almost identical blindfold had adorned his face, preventing him from knowing what cruel and unusual torture was coming for him next.

The familiar sound of Wanda’s voice immediately sent your heart leaping into your throat. For the first time in what felt like years, you had hope. With gentle hands, Bucky slipped the blindfold from your face and pulled the gag from your mouth. He watched you squint and blink as you attempted to get used to the harsh, fluorescent lights. You couldn’t quite make out who it was standing before you, but the familiar glint of black and gold was all you needed.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, sweetheart…”

Instinctually, you tried to throw your arms around Bucky’s neck, but the chains that locked them in place refused to budge. A pained cry broke free from your throat as the heavy-duty metal dug deeper into your flesh, forcing a crimson river to spring from your wounds. Having Bucky so close and not being able to touch him felt like a cruel prank, like Hydra’s cruelest form of torture. Your heart beat wildly in your chest as your desperation for him grew. You needed him to hold you, to wrap you in his arms, to bring you home.

“Please, please get me out of here”, you pulled once again on the chains that restricted your arms and legs, making them rattle, “I need to- please, Buck, just get me out of here, get me out of here”. A strangled sob wracked your abused body as true desperation set in. Your breathing grew erratic and shallow, your chest rising and falling as you pled with him.

“Shhhh, baby, hey-” Bucky took your face gently in his large hands, “it’s okay, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Bucky carefully pried the chains from your body, whispering constant apologies as you winced. He hated causing you even an ounce of extra pain after what you’d gone through, the mental and physical agony that you’d endured. Sharp grimaces yanked at your features as Wanda did her best to remove each wire and tube that had been forced into your skin. And as she worked to detach the last handful of devices from your body, Bucky finally got a look at you. He couldn’t believe how small you looked, how fragile. 

There was a deep gash sitting just above your newly blackened eye, spilling blood down your cheek. Dried blood sat matted in your hair. Your jaw was a ghastly black and blue, and a matching bruise turned your cheekbone purple. Your split lip opened each time you spoke, sending a trickle of blood dripping down your chin. A ring of indigo bruises bloomed under the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps across the entirety of Bucky’s body. He clocked the burn scars and stab wounds, the seemingly endless amount of needle marks. Deep, bloody sores bore into your wrists and ankles, no doubt the product of your restraints. Your clothes were torn and bloodied, barely hanging on to your battered frame. But you were alive.

“Let’s get you home, baby,” Bucky slipped an arm beneath your legs and one behind your shoulders, “I know you’re in a lot of pain- just tell me if I hurt you, okay?” An excruciating ache flooded your skull as you tried to nod, but Bucky assured you that you didn’t have to respond. He slowly scooped you up and pulled you into his chest, carrying you as close to his body as physically possible. He relished in the sensation of your body in his arms, your breath on his neck. An anxious shaking rattled your broken body as you tried to dig yourself as deeply into Bucky’s grasp as you could.

Finally, after weeks of agony, Bucky let himself exhale. 

He carried you to the jet and held you in his lap the entire way home, refusing to let you go for even a second. He couldn’t believe he’d almost lost you, that you’d almost vanished forever. The deep, aching pit in his chest left behind by your absence slowly began to heal with each breath you took. Bucky knew you were tired, that you needed to rest as you lay limp in his arms, but he couldn’t stop himself. He told you he loved you- over and over again. He told you how much he’d missed you, how sorry he was that it took him so long to find you. He needed you to know, right then and there, that he never stopped looking for you. 

“I lov- I love you, t-too, Buck…”

An intense warmth flooded Bucky’s senses as he reveled in the words; there’d been a time when he feared that he’d never hear you say ‘I love you’ again. 

Sleep evaded you the entire time you’d been held hostage. Between the anxiety and the sheer terror of being a Hydra captive, your body refused to rest. It simply wouldn’t allow you to close your eyes for more than a second. The fear kept you awake, utterly wired. It didn’t matter how much blood you lost or how much pain you endured, the reprieve granted by sleep never came.

But with Bucky’s arms were around you, safely holding you against his body, your fear melted away. You allowed the exhaustion to drag you under, bidding your hypervigilance a dieu. And with you resting safely in his lap, Bucky’s head fell back against the seat. And for the first time in over a week, Bucky slept.

The sense of peace brought on by your rescue was violently ripped from Bucky as you were snatched from his arms. He knew the med team at the compound was taking excellent care of you, assessing and treating your every wound. But he couldn’t keep his anxiety at bay. After being away from you, fearing for your life every single day, being forced to give you up almost felt cruel. His arms lay empty and aching, desperate to hold you again. 

His anxious form paced back and forth outside your room, straining for any word on your condition. He almost couldn’t take the apprehension, the utter agony of waiting. With every second that passed, Bucky’s heart sank further and further.

“It’s taking too long-” Bucky’s voice waiver, “Something’s wrong. What if she-”

“Hey, she’s okay…” Nat gave his arm a light, reassuring squeeze, “they’re just being thorough. Take a seat. Rest. Do something to distract yourself. You know what they say about a watched pot…”

Rest was not an option. Bucky’s mind traveled to the darkest places imaginable. He assumed your injuries to be fatal or that you’d been the test subject for some new Winter Soldier mind-control program. He just wanted his girl back, wanted you all to himself. The two of you had so much to catch up on, so many moments to make up for.

He continued downward in his dark, horrifying spiral- until an idea exploded out of his fatigued mind. He ripped his phone from his pocket, his fingers flying furiously over his keyboard. He needed this to be perfect.

And just as your doctor assured Bucky that you’d make a full recovery and granted him entrance to your room, Bucky’s brilliant idea came to fruition. He grabbed your surprise from the delivery driver with a gigantic “thank you” and high-tailed it to your room, desperate to see his best girl.

“Hey, doll…” he kept his voice light and gentle as he pushed through the door, “how are you feeling?” It took everything in him not to launch himself at you, to climb into your bed and mold his body around yours. 

Seeing Bucky just feet away numbed the near insufferable pain that plagued you. After your first few days without rescue, you were certain that you’d never see Bucky again. You grieved him, mourned him, almost as though he’d died. A stark emptiness slowly ripped you to shreds, and you resolved that dying under Hydra was better than being kept from the man you loved. An agonized groan left your lips as you raised your arms, making weak grabby hands at Bucky. 

It was then that you noticed the peculiar way he was standing. You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering what exactly he held obscured behind his back, “Barnes…what are you up to?” 

Bucky made his way to your side and carefully took a seat on your bed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. As his large arms slowly unwound from behind his back, your lips were yanked upward into your first smile in what felt like centuries. The familiar brown bag from Shake Shack almost brought tears to your eyes- you couldn’t believe that after everything that happened, Bucky remembered. 

“Post-mission Shake Shack is a revered institution! And you’re back now, so…” Bucky’s hands dove into the bag and thrust a burger and fries into your hands, “welcome home, baby”.

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Monsta X Kinks & Turn-Ons

@iibonniee​ Hide ya brain cells. I’m back with another kinky shit post that’ll likely end up with Monbebes throwing me in a closet.

Hyunwoo || Venus: Gemini, Mars: Taurus || Turn On: Control

Mr. Traditional. Likes fun and variety with witty conversation. He’s a sensual guy, but it takes a lot to get him going. Try harder, baby. He can be romantically impulsive. Likes to please and tease at his own place. Just give him the reins, you know you want to.

Minhyuk || Venus: Libra, Mars: Scorpio || Turn On: Foreplay

Mr. Idealistic. He’s willing to make your relationship by conceding and adjust his life to accommodate you. Loves to share everything with you, but don’t take advantage of it! Treats you exactly how he wants to be treated. Has a taste for mature partners. He’s a hopeless romantic who loves a challenge and finds it difficult to share his partners. Not saying he’s against it. Just might struggle to watch you. He’s attracted to “taboos” and wild fantasies, so share yours with him. Pretty sure he’s down to try it. He’s got stamina for days and enjoys submissive partners.

Kihyun || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Sagittarius || Kink: Shibari Bondage

Our resident kink master. He’s intense as fuck. That prince charming grin is a trap. “Isn’t afraid of getting his mind dirty.” Excuse me, wtf. Penny for his thoughts. Never gives up. “Strong sexual powers.” So he’s what, the Harry Potter of sex? I have several questions. He’s blunt and eager, amorous and sensual. We knew that tho. He tends to focus on his partner with laser precision and you know what requires that much attention to detail? Shibari. It’s its own art form and I can see him being a HUGE fan of it. He can get possessive to the point of jealousy if you don’t prove your loyalty to him. All the dom vibes. Fight me. Though he’s not incapable of giving you control once he feels secure enough in your relationship. Good luck.

Hyungwon || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Turn On: Someone willing to ride

The Pillow Prince. He’s a realist and will be “upfront” with you. He’ll try to win you over by showing you he has self-control (it’s a trap) and likely bait you into doing most of the work. He’s a romantic looking for a soulmate, and when he thinks he’s found The One, you’ll see him exerting more of his precious energy. Shy but willing to commit. Wants to show you off in a quiet way. And the sex? Keep it nasty if you can.

Jooheon || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Leo || Kink: Praise (Receiving)

No one is shocked by this. Has a strong need for a partnership. 🥺 Someone cuff him. Like Kiki, he gets possessive and makes it his mission to ruin you. Get you addicted to him through pleasure and commitment, body and soul. Sign me tf up. Wants to explore every inch of you, inside and out, but will guard his secrets until he feels he can trust you with them. Another guy prone to jealousy but it's because he’s so devoted to you and he’ll fight dirty to win your heart. Borderline nympho as he’s easily turned on (no fr, tell him he did a good job) and will give it to you anywhere (like, say the backseat of his car). Honey acts with his heart and goes all in.

Changkyun || Venus: Pisces, Mars: Aquarius || Turn On: The Art of Seduction

Our Lone Wolf favors instant gratification except when it comes to choosing a partner, even if it's just for one night. He’s straightforward (ofc), dreamy and soft-hearted. Can be sweetly playful when he starts to fall for you. He does have a Captain Save-a-Hoe complex so you gotta make sure he’s attracted to you and not your situation. Expect lots of tender moments and romance. Extra points if you’re older. Likes surprising you with his open-mindedness. Don’t just give in; make him work for it. He’ll delight you with his wit and determination and turn you out in bed.

Hoseok || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Breeding, Switch

Mr. Thirst Trap. This shameless flirt has a childish charm, and he uses it like a weapon. You will not survive. He loves to tease and is looking for an energetic partner to keep up with his stamina. Requires plenty of stimulation and likes to lead and please you. Just trust him. Reacts spontaneously and intensely to the Object of Obsessive Horniness and will make it known. Though he doesn’t want kids, he still gets a kick out of the thrill and possessiveness of stuffing you with cum. 

[gyubaseone]

solace ; a ricky smau. ‹𝟹 ✉️

profile (2) : academic weapons type shit 。

shen quanrui, also known as ricky, is one of the top students at shs and the heir to his parent's company. originally born in china, he moved to korea at a young age for business. he is liked by many, especially girls, although he doesn't pay them much attention. he is a fairly quiet person in public, only showing his personality to his two childhood bestfriends.

kim gyuvin is ricky's lifetime bestfriend, being with him since they were both in the womb since their parents knew eachother. although gyuvin can get on his nerves sometimes, he has become someone that ricky can rely on. gyuvin just started working at a café with y/n and is on the shs hockey team.

park gunwook is the senior president of shs and the school's debate club. he first met ricky and gyuvin in kindergarten and have been attached at the hip since. alongside y/n, he volunteers at a homeless shelter and also visits nursing homes whenever he has a chance.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.

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[vixxelle]

Petra, Jesse, and Romeo’s whole relationship and champion arc should’ve been so much more.

Okay, HEAR ME OUT

What if Romeo witnessed the whole Witherstorm ordeal and saw Jesse and was like: Yo this dude kinda lit. And then saw Petra and was like: Oh shit, she’s a baddie too…

So he starts to keep an eye on them, studying their behavior, their relationships, their insecurities, their trauma, their fears. Keeping tabs of every aspect of their lives and character.

Romeo always had an eye on Jesse, sure, Petra had the brawn and experience but Jesse’s endeavors and demeanor fascinated him. Petra was more like the ‘Plan B’ to Romeo’s scheme.

So after Heckmouth and Romeo’s Games thingy happened, Romeo’s like: Okay, I’m gonna pick Petra to be Champion (as a test run) and sticking the rest of you hoes in the Sunshine Institute but I’m still keeping an eye on you, Jesse.

So what if Romeo decided to use the Sunshine Institute as some sort of experiment for Jesse and Petra?

For Jesse it would be what would they be willing to do if it meant surviving this hellhole? Would they be willing to backstab and lie to reach their own goals? Join the higher ups that oppress the prisoners? Turn on their own comrades? Will they keep persisting just to free their friend or will they crumple into themselves and admit defeat?

Romeo uses Petra’s welfare and the desire for freedom like a carrot on a stick, with Jesse being the pig.

Oh and Petra…

Petra… Petra… Petra, you got a big storm comin’

TW FOR ABUSE, MANIPULATION, AND MENTIONED DEATH

Romeo didn’t really intend to make Petra a champion; she was quite brave, powerful, and resilient, yes, but she too emotional and impulsive.

However, after noticing her lack of direction in life and abandonment issues, Romeo realized he could use that to his advantage.

He starts out by buttering up Petra, promising all the benefits of being a champion, showering her with praise during training, and giving her special privileges.

But then he starts to make her do his dirty work.

It’s starts off by running some errands for him, then watching over the prisoners, but then it escalates to physically punishing anyone who acts out.

And when Petra refuses, Romeo lashes out and threatens her into submission by using her friends safety as a weapon against her.

Romeo starts to use Petra as an attack dog, using his ‘champion’ to punish or execute any prisoners who rebels against him.

Oh and you bet Romeo manipulates the poor girl to a T.

Whether it be gaslighting, reminding Petra that he wanted Jesse over her, threatening her and her friends safety, pitting her and Jesse against each other, you name it, he did it.

Romeo uses Petra’s failing friendships and insecurities to diminish her self worth. To make her think that she’s worth nothing and that the only use she would have is by being Romeo’s Champion.

And when his plans go through, nobody will want anything to do with her. Not Jesse, not Lukas, Jack and Nurm, Ivor, Axel, Olivia, absolutely no one.

Petra will be all alone, with no one to care for her except for herself and Romeo.

And the worst part is, Petra believes it.

That’s all I’m gonna write, y’all can leave your opinions about this or remind me if I got some things wrong (my memory of MCSM 2 is fuzzy, currently watching a play through of it). Right now, imma go to bed.

[chicademartinica]

Dangerous Romance ep 1

Yes. Very Japanese (and Chinese) INDEED. I love the show can you tell ?!!!!! A true enemies AND lovers at last. The class divide is enormous (It’s giving Addicted) and we are getting FORCED COHABITATION ?! With these actors ?!! I’m spoiled.

That face fam. Kang let go of him because the tension was too much not because he was merciful.

YES. Sailom spat on him and resisted him and bested him and this man descended into horny rage in 5 sec. You found where he worked sir ? You are scheming in a garden ? You want him to disrobe ??!!! And kiss a boy in front of you ? Kang WENT NUTS and Perth killed that shit. (There is so much Gu Hai in this character’s DNA ?!!!)

Sailom is an amazing character and Chimon is murdering every scene. You cannot weaponize his poverty or queerness against him. He is the smartest hoe in here and he almost yielded just for his friends. But you had to go and be homophobic 🤷🏾‍♀️.

I love the cinematography and locations. The sepia can be warm than turn icy. The school is trash and oppressive it’s giving Suppalo from the eclipse. Kanghan’s house is a cold ass empty shell and Sailom’s remind me so much Xi Gu’s place in MODC.

The friends, the families are so so good.

Money is a true character and homegirl is going to wreck havoc in here.

Bonus : we now know from the credits that’s the only moments where Kanghan will have the upper hand in this relationship is when he is naked. I laughed so much fam.

[olderthannetfic]

Honestly, I love fantasy and stuff, but then I got tired of European fantasy, and the large amount of Japanese fantasy from a few translated works, so I got into XianXia and Wuxia, and now I've started to look into even more fantasy, and it's fucking great. Also, big props to fucking flying swords, like, that shit is fucking cool. Is it a weapon? Is it a ride? SURPRISE HOES, IT'S BOTH!!!!!!!!

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Why do The Youth™ spell this like the garden implement?

I am old and I Do Not Like It.

[flipyeahaudge]

ok i can't find it but do we remember that post that was like "jjk hoes vs. naruto hoes, no powers, no weapons, who wins" i have not stopped thinking ab it so:

jjk v naruto (from the perspective of a power-scaling anti)

nobara vs. sakura: nobara bodies sakura, kugisaki is crazy in a way sakura cannot compete with. nobara will fight dirty and to the death i don't think sakura could handle it. nobara would tear her down mentally too in that evil gay way she does, it will end in tears one way or another

megumi vs. sasuke: megumi loses becuase he doesn't try, sasuke has everything to lose (prideful ass) megumi doesn't give a shit about this man and will not put in the effort for a fair fight. in a fair fight i lean sasuke anyway, no real reason just vibes

yuuji vs. naruto: yuuji is like a little god man or smthn? technically so is naru but that's w/ mystical magical family shit. itadori's body is like fucking innately insane strength wise, naruto would fight tooth and nail but itadori built like a freak and that twink does stand a chance

gojo vs. kakashi: i could not tell you, i lean gojo cuz i'm biased... but like... bro. tbh i don't think they'd fight. that's too much sad homosexual energy... theyd fuck for sure

[queenofsimpsblog]

believe me - shuri x reader pt 2

HCEWUGCFYUEWG so my dumbass accidentally deleted the 2nd draft, so i had to rewrite this bad boy MULTIPLE TIMES to make it absolutely perfect for you guys, cuz everyone loved pt 1 so much i just knew i had to make pt 2 as perfect as possible WARNINGS: mentions of drowning, fight scenes, gets a little graphic towards the end, pure fluff ending here are all the accounts that asked for a pt 2 (sorry if i missed a few): @shurislover @taiiunknown @sinsikoxo @mysticalmarss @lilroachsworld @angelsmist @ogbells16 @youralphawolf72 @6-noir @awolfcsworld @adeola-the-explorer @shuriszn @kya-rose @minionslikeppl @anonassbjtch @miguenza @dovesbeauty @yamsthoughts @k3nn3dyxo honorary mention to @locoforshuri WHO HAS IGNORED ME FOR SO LONG SMH LIKE BITCH ARE YOU ALIVE?! ARE YOU DEAD?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IF YOU IGNORE ME LIL SHIT?! YOU GOT OTHER HOES OR SMTH?! I THOUGHT WE HAD SMTH SPECIAL ok i'm done with my lil rage outburst, y'all have fun reading this <3

"what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

*20 minutes ago*

"oh please. you're just jealous that i love maya and not you," shuri spat out. you were too upset to deal with the way her comment stung your heart, so you chugged the remainder of your drink and left the booth.

shuri shut her eyes and sighed in annoyance. she regretted her words the instant they left her mouth. she wanted to get up and look for you, but your body was lost in the dancing crowd.

she downed her scotch, still feeling thirsty. shuri was feeling out of sync the entire day. she felt parched, hungry, nauseous, irritated. it wasn't her period, no. it was something else.

she stayed at her seat, drinking shot after shot. one of the downsides to being the black panther was an incredibly fast metabolic rate. in layman terms, she couldn't get drunk that easily.

she stayed at her seat, staring at her hands. thinking of you. missing you. feeling guilty for what she said.

just then, her kimoyo beads buzzed. an SOS message from you. the alcohol instantly evaporated as she saw the alert. shuri got up from her seat, using her panther vision to locate riri at the bar, talking to the waitress who flirted with her earlier.

***

(lil smth for the fight scene)

"what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

you turned from your seat to look at maya, standing at the door frame, looking angry, and a tad bit scared.

"me? what's all this?! who the fuck are you, and why are you here?!"

"that's none of your business."

"excuse me?! oh fuck this. i'm showing shuri all of this, right the fuck now," you waved your phone at her smugly. maya reached ahead for it but you blocked her hand with your other arm, throwing her against the bookshelf, knocking a few heavy books down that hit her on the head. you took that as your chance and made a run for it.

while running, you opened your sling bag and put your phone inside, zipping it up and putting the sling around your shoulder to make sure the phone wouldn't fall down anywhere.

the sound of bullets being fired gave you an extra push to make you run faster. just then, maya switched to a different weapon. it sent a thick string of black slime that got hold of your foot and yanked you down. she then changed the setting to withdraw the slime, pulling your body to her so that she wouldn't have to run after you. she used a weapon that you designed against you. unbelievable. while that was happening, you took off an earring and hurriedly sent an SOS signal to the first contact that popped up, and threw your earring aside.

your body was being violently dragged towards maya, and when you were close enough, she made a move to get your purse. you punched her in the nose and pushed her head aside, giving you enough space to get up and a break for it again. that's when maya drove a knife in your thigh. you yelled in pain, as you tried to move. but maya was one step ahead. she took a white cloth and put it over your mouth. at that point, you realised that fighting against her was futile. in your final moments of consciousness, you took off your bracelet and threw it down before passing out.

maya smirked, proud at herself as she dragged your body to a secluded corner of the floor. drops of blood from your thigh marked her path. a large, potted plant stood there. she kicked it down, and pressed a button on the side, revealing a secret tunnel opening. she carelessly threw your body down the tunnel and gave you a slight push, following you afterwards.

***

"yeah, well, that's how i learned using a blowtorch to reheat a grilled cheese sandwich was a bad idea," riri spoke and the waitress laughed, smiling profusely.

they looked cute together, and shuri hated to interrupt the moment. but if the message wasn't an accident, and your life was actually at stake, then she knew that she had to do something about it.

"riri! i need your help to find y/n,"

"why don't you just track her with those beads?"

"it says she's right at the club, which doesn't make sense because i can't see her anywhere,"

the waitress interrupted their conversation. "if y/n is the type of person to trespass, you might want to check the third floor. she might've gotten too drunk and gone there by accident,"

riri smiled at the woman and thanked her for the suggestion, taking shuri's hand to lead her to the elevator.

"wait a minute, wasn't y/n supposed to be with you the entire time? why'd she leave?"

shuri sighed, angry at herself. she told riri what happened, causing the american to frown at her.

"dude, what the fuck?! that was totally uncalled for. y/n was just tryna help you. and besides, the rejection hurt her already. you didn't need to bring it up again,"

shuri stayed quiet. she knew what she did was wrong. but the constant hammering in her head robbed her of the ability to think properly.

the elevator door opened and they walked around, hoping to find you. the atmosphere was sinister. both women could tell that something bad happened there. riri looked at her friend. "i'll check the right side, you check the lift," shuri nodded silently and walked away, carefully assessing the scene. her feet led her to the very secluded room you found before, and she was more than shocked when she found everything.

the stalker board. the computer with wakanda's security secrets. it was all so overwhelming. what hit her hard was when she saw this one symbol on this piece of paper.

it was at if it put her in some sort of trance. memories flashed through her mind. the symbol was of the french embassy. she remembered seeing it when she first saw maya.

only when maya first introduced herself, she didn't go by that name. she said something else, but shuri couldn't remember. it was as if someone drugged her.

was that possible? was someone brave enough to drug the protector of wakanda? her thoughts were interrupted when she heard riri yell for her.

"shuri! i found something!!"

she ran towards riri's voice, and stopped when she saw the girl hold something in her hands.

"it's y/n's earring. she dropped it. do you think it's some sort of clue?" riri asked. shuri looked at the piece of jewelry to be sure. yes. it was yours. her gaze went down to the drops of blood on the floor, trailing off elsewhere. she gestured to it. riri got the message. both of them silently trailed the path of blood until it stopped and a knocked down plant.

shuri went closer to get a better look, and found the button. slightly hesitant, she pushed it, and the secret door opened up. both women looked at each other.

"you think that's where she went?" riri spoke as she looked around the tunnel.

shuri spotted the black bracelet on the floor and picked it up. "this bracelet belongs to y/n. i bought this for her last year. i think she dropped it on purpose. you were right. she's leaving clues for us,"

"but where does this tunnel lead to?"

the black panther lifted her kimoyo beads up. "griot. scan this opening, please. tell me where it leads to,"

"just one moment, panther," griot stayed quiet for a few seconds. "it appears to lead to a cave, your majesty. it's hidden quite well, deep within the ground. i sense some water bodies nearby. i believe it is somewhere near the river border,"

"okay, well, we're going after her," riri started removing her jewelry, getting ready to fight whoever tried to harm you.

"one moment, miss williams. i believe entering through the same opening may be a foolish choice, as you would land right in front of the enemy. there is another entrance to the cave. but you need to be able to hold your breath to use it."

"griot, do you have access to any security footage here?"

"my apologies, panther, but there are no surveillance cameras here. maya had them removed once she bought club purple,"

shuri groaned in frustration. "alright. send me the coordinates for the second opening. alert okoye and the dora milaje. get them on standby. i'm getting my girl back,"

shuri and riri sped their way back to the palace so that shuri could get her suit. riri changed into a bulletproof tracksuit she made for herself a couple years ago. they couldn't go save you in their club outfits, could they?!

while the royal talon fighter sped its way to the second entrance to the secret tunnel, riri asked her friend what she found on the other side of the hallway.

"maya... that's not her real name. y/n was right. she was using me. there was something off about her. i should've listened. this is all my fault," shuri dragged a hand on her face as riri rubbed her back.

"don't worry. we'll find her. she's gonna be okay. but wait, what did you say about maya? that ain't her real name?"

"i don't know, my memory is being weird. i somehow cannot recall what happened the day i met her. how we ended up dating. it's as if--"

"as if you were drugged?" riri finished the sentence. suddenly, everything clicked. shuri remembered everything, and blurted all of it out to riri.

***

you woke up. jittery, confused. taking a look at your surroundings, you realised that maya had you captured. you were tied to a wooden chair, and you seemed to be stuck in some sort of cave. there was a table in front of you, with a small black rectangular object. it looked like a taser, but you weren't quite sure. the wound on your leg was bandaged up. but who bandaged you in the first place?

"rise and shine, you little bitch," maya's voice loomed from behind you. she walked around to face you, and you sneered at the sight.

"oh i knew there was something off about you,"

"oh, yes, you clever girl," you noticed the change in her accent. initially, she spoke in an american accent. then, it changed to a french accent.

you raised an eyebrow. "french? what are you, a spy or something?"

she let out a sinister laugh. "well, yes. you could say that. i suppose since i'm about to kill you, i can tell you who i really am," well, there it was. maya's truth. what you'd been waiting for.

"my real name isn't maya. it's roberts. gabrielle roberts. i work for the french embassy, and was sent here to gain intel on wakanda and their military facilities. to get that close, i needed to get into the palace. and what better way than to seduce the queen?"

you laughed mockingly. "bullshit. shuri would've seen that coming a mile away,"

gabrielle sighed. "yes, you're right. she did. she was very skeptical of me when she first met me. i tried seducing her the old fashioned way, but she was entrapped by another woman. you, i believe."

"huh? excuse me??"

"did you not know? it's so obvious. i had to spend some time spying on shuri before i could approach her. she's in love with you."

you weren't buying it. you spent a decent 2 months telling yourself that shuri never wanted you that way and never will. and you refused to believe the word of a woman who lied about her identity to everyone.

"if she was so in love with me, then how did you bag her in the first place?"

"oh. simple. i drugged her."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"ah, relax. nothing too serious. although i had to keep giving her large doses for the drug to work. that lady's metabolism never takes a break,"

the strength of the black panther. shuri's body could break down complex chemicals within moments, so gabrielle had to continuously drug shuri to make sure she could still stay close to her, to gather all the intel she needed.

fortunately, she hadn't given shuri a single dose in over 6 hours, which was enough for the effects of the drug to completely wear off.

"so if you needed shuri for the intel, why'd you bring me here?"

"because, for the final part of my plan, i need to get access to the weaponry database. and as far as my research goes, you're the only one who can crack the code which will give me access to those records. so," she dragged your chair to the table and opened up a laptop in front of you.

"do it."

"do what?"

"open up those records. or i will blow your brains out," she shoved a gun to your head. you looked at gabrielle with wary eyes.

"dude, how stupid are you? how do you expect me to use a laptop if my fucking hands are tied behind my back?!" gabrielle sighed and moved to untie you. your wrist was swollen and bruised.

"i can't do it. my hand is busted. and besides, there's an encrypted code protecting foreign users from entering the database. it'll take months to break through it,"

"i don't have TIME for this!" gabrielle's voice echoed through the walls of the cave. she grabbed the taser and brought it to your abdomen, burning you with the current. silent tears ran down your cheeks. you couldn't die like this.

"i give you five minutes. figure it out, or i'll open that latch on the floor and flood the place. you have a fear of water, don't you? ah, it'll be hilarious watching you drown," with that, gabrielle walked away.

you started hyperventilating. things weren't looking so great for you. you weren't lying when you said the encrypted code would take months to break through. hell, it took nearly a year to make it that secure! you looked around the cave, trying to find a way to escape, to break through. the latch down opened up to water, but you had no idea how long you'd have to hold your breath until you'd reach the shore.

you left shuri some clues. the SOS message, the jewelry, the blood. you hoped that she'd find those.

ah, who am i kidding? she doesn't love me, she'll never love me. and now, i'm gonna die alone. why? cause i'm a paranoid bitch.

your five minutes were up and gabrielle walked back inside, an evil grin plastered on her face.

"time to die, whore."

you froze, accepting your fate. gabrielle lifted up her gun, ready to pull the trigger, when an explosion from behind sent her body hurtling in front. water and rocks splashed everywhere as you tried to see who was there.

shuri.

it was shuri. she first ran to you, her mask disappearing.

"sthandwa? are you okay?" she assessed you for any injuries, and got anxious as she saw your bleeding thigh and swollen hand.

"i'm fine, i promise," you replied, but you looked like you were gonna pass out. riri came from behind you and grabbed you gently, taking you outside where the royal talon fighter hovered, a medical team inside prepped to help you with any injuries.

"you drug me, lie to me, and harm the woman i love the most. give me one good reason why i shouldn't blow your face up right now," shuri glared gabrielle, hot rage coursing through her veins. the drugs were now completely out of her system, and she was ready to rip the spy's throat into shreds.

the mask of her suit hid her face as she lunged at the french woman, claws ripping at her chest. gabrielle let out a groan of pain. she tried to fight back, but the black panther was too strong. water began seeping through, and shuri knew she had to leave before she drowned as well. she considered helping gabrielle for a moment, before deciding that a) she was busted pretty bad and wasn't going to make it, and b) she was a threat to wakanda so there was really no point in saving her. the french embassy had come for wakanda before. they had to set an example, so that no other country would pull shit like that again.

shuri managed to get out just before the entire cave was flooded, and ordered the dora milaje to seal the exit, just in case.

the medical staff on the jet aided to your injuries, giving you some ointment and pain pills. before you knew it, you were dropped at the palace. you asked if you could be led to your apartment, but shuri insisted that you and riri stay at the palace for the night. too tired (and traumatised) to argue, you agreed and were shown to your quarters, where you laid down and were immediately taken over by exhaustion as you fell asleep.

***

rays of sunshine pooled through the large window as you slowly opened your eyes, getting up to see a tray sitting neatly on your bedside table. a bowl of oatmeal, topped with your favourite nut butter and fruits lay on the tray, along with the pain medication you were prescribed, a glass of water, some orange juice, and a note. you picked the note up first, instantly recognising the handwriting scribbled on it.

eat your breakfast, and call me once you're done

shuri <3

she drew a little heart next to her name. how cute. you got up to brush your teeth before scarfing down the food, juice, and medicine. seeing as you hadn't eaten in ages, your hunger made sense. as ordered to, you raised your kimoyo beads and gently tapped them to alert the queen.

"y/n! you're awake, how are you feeling?"

"pretty alright. i ate the breakfast you sent, took my meds, and i just got outta the shower. every part of my body is still in pain though,"

"don't worry, i'm on my way right now,"

"oh, no, shuri you don't have to--"

she hung up before you could finish. typical shuri.

a few minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on your door. "come in" you said softly. shuri's cute morning face popped up as she slowly made her way to your bed, sitting down next to you.

both of your backs were against the bed frame as you faced each other.

"hi," shuri muttered.

"hey,"

she didn't look up at you. slightly confused, you grabbed her chin and tilted her head upwards.

"why won't you look at me?"

her eyes started to water. "i guess i just feel guilty. if i had listened to you at first, i could've sent that french bitch away a long time ago. but you got hurt, because of me,"

"hey, hey..." you tried to console her. "don't blame yourself for this. you were drugged. we both know the great shuri udaku wouldn't fall for a stupid scam like that if she was in her senses," she let out a lugh after your comment and you smiled, happy that you could improve her mood.

as you got flashbacks from your cave encounter with gabriella, a specific thing she said crept up to your brain. and you knew you had to bring it up eventually.

"so, listen..." you fidgeted and shuri gently took your hand, intertwining your fingers together. it was a simple act you guys did as kids to show that you had each others backs. it always made your heart flutter.

"in the cave, when gabriella confessed to drugging you, she said it was because she wanted to seduce you but she couldn't do that while you were sober," shuri cringed when you said 'seduce' and you bit back a laugh at her expression.

"she said she couldn't seduce you without drugging you, because you were in love with me." shuri's head shot up as her eyes widened.

"now i don't know which drug she gave, or how much it affected your memory. but i'm pretty sure you didn't forget the day i told you i love you. and yes, i might not be as entirely over you as i said, but i'm okay with you not seeing me that way. i mean, i'll get over it i guess--"

she cut you off by smashing her lips against yours. it took you a moment to realise what was happening before you started to kiss back. you gently grabbed her shirt collar as she grabbed your waist, pulling you towards her lap, making you straddle her. you made out like that for a while before your need for oxygen interfered, causing you to pull away.

shuri smiled like a kid in a candy store. you smiled back.

"you won't believe how long i've wanted to do that. y/n, ever since the day i met you, i knew i was going to make you mine. how can someone not love you?" you giggled before kissing her again.

"so... are we girlfriends now?" you asked, the smile still stuck on your face.

"hmmm, well, let me think about it," you smacked her arm and she laughed.

"alright, alright, y/n y/l/n, my gorgeous princess, my sweetheart, my one and only, will you be my girlfriend? please?" you laughed and kissed her with all your heart. when you parted again, you chucked to yourself.

"what's so funny, sthandwa?"

"i'm just picturing riri's reaction when we tell her this. she's gonna lose the last bit of sanity she has left," both of you laughed at the image before lying down to cuddle, enjoying each other's embrace for the rest of the day.

*lil bonus scene as a sorry for taking so damn long to upload this*

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" riri yelled out as you and shuri laughed. her reaction was everything you pictured and more.

"FINALLY!! GODDAMN YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THE SHIT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!! SHURI YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS A THIRSTY ASS BITCH!! SHOULD'VE HEARD HER FANTASISING ABOUT THIS VIBRANIUM STRAP SHE TOLD ME ABOUT--"

"RIRI!!" you yelled and chased after her in shuri's lab. the queen laughed to herself.

bast, she's crazy. but she's mine. and i'd do anything for her.