#/ no one should let her drive cars; motorcycles are fine

[neuroslayyer]

❝ a principle I plan to die for. ❞ / takemura

@razedeities

"Obviously." She mutters under her breath. It takes effort for her not to roll her eyes. Yet V has to hand it to him, at least he's unwavering in his beliefs; no matter how old fashioned or, in her opinion, foolish, his so-called principles are. For the briefest flit of a millisecond, she has to wonder if her dedication to her own are or would be so unwavering. Did she even have any now or ever? "Those very principles could be the nail in your coffin."

Eyes dart from the road to the rear view mirror when she hears Johnny let out a dramatic groan. She can't tell whether is because of Takemura or her taste in music. The former more than likely. The bastard has had long enough to acquaint himself with her quirks and if not, tough shit.

V starts to speak again, though pauses when a car pulls out in front of her, causing her to nearly slam on the breaks. A string of curses in her mother tongue slip easily from her lips. Fist punches the horn before middle finger is held up in a fruitless effort to express the flicker of road rage. A few deep breaths brings her blood pressure down.

"Hypothetical question. What's the plan if all of this goes to hell? If it comes down to principles and survival, you gonna let Arasaka flatline us, no questions asked? Not that I'm trying to speak it into existence."

[catchastarorten]

—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[lovekz]

dumb dick!

syn -> taiju’s bike isn’t the only thing you wanna ride of his.

warnings : smut, rough sex, p in v, oral (male receiving), squirting, use of the nickname mama and baby, overstimulation, taiju has a big dick, creampie

-

you stood inside of the fast food restaurant, waiting on you and yuzuha’s order.

the two of you decided you should have a sleepover to catch up with each other, as college work has been keeping you two apart.

however, you don’t think this was a great idea anymore, because nothing was going right.

your car had broke down so you had to take the bus, and you were stranded.

the walk to the shiba’s house would take pretty long and you don’t want the food to get cold.

taking the bus wouldn’t shorten the time either.

not to mention your horrible experiences with ubers and lyft.

so you called yuzuha and asked if she could pick you up.

“sorry babe, I can’t. I gave hakkai my car so he could take it to his friend to get it fixed.” yuzuha frowned, feeling bad.

she had the same problem as you, but hers had broke down only after she got home.

you cursed quietly, contemplating on what you should do.

you could risk it and get a uber (and possibly have to stay on the phone the entire time and drain your phone's battery) or risk your legs and walk.

neither sounded ideal.

“i can pick her up?” you hear a voice in the background catch your attention.

it isn’t a voice you've heard before, and you don't think yuzuha got a boyfriend during the times you haven't spoke.

"that would be amazing, tai. can you please? i'll send you 50 for gas." yuzuha immediately says, opening her phone.

"no it's fine. you don't have to." the alleged 'tai' had responded, before you heard a door close.

yuzuha had a big smile on her face, and you looked at her with a bit of a smug look.

"didn't know you had a boyfriend." you teased, grabbing your orders and sitting at one of the seats.

yuzuha scoffed, rolling her eyes and leaning back into the comfy couch that she bought.

"hell no. that's just my older brother, taiju." yuzuha replies, tucking a hair behind her ear with a hum.

you nod, not knowing your best friend had another brother considering you only see hakkai.

maybe he doesn't live with them or maybe he isn't really their brother at all.

who knows.

after a few minutes, you walk outside and see a guy on a cool ass motorcycle.

you recognize it being the one that's usually in the shiba garage, but no one ever touched it before.

probably because it was his.

the man looks at you approaching him, and you try not to cream in your panties.

he was so fine.

he had this piercing gold gaze with a scowl resting permanently on his lips, hair blowing wildly behind him.

he wore a turtleneck that hugged his muscles perfectly and a pair of dress pants, dior belt holding them up.

not only was he fine, but he had money just like his siblings.

"you must be zu's friend?" the man begins to speak, leaning back to rest on his bike.

his voice came out gruffer than it had sounded over the phone, fitting his intimidating look.

you couldn't bring yourself to speak, offering him a nod as you got closer to get on the bike.

he stops you, getting off and taking the bag of food from you and resting it on the handle.

then, he lifts you up into the air and places you onto the bike properly, making you even more flustered.

he doesn’t say a word to you, just gets on the bike himself and wraps your arms around his waist.

you hold on tightly as he starts up the bike, before driving off.

the wind in your face actually feels amazing, makes you feel like you have a a lot of freedom in the world.

not only that, but you were offered a ride on a really hot guy’s motorcycle with him on it!

you wonder if he’ll get mad if you just…

you begin to let your hands fall a little lower from his waist, waiting for any reaction.

when there was none, you press a delicate hand on his bulge.

you feel his breath hitch just a bit, before he stops at a red light and turns to you.

“playing with your life gorgeous. can't wait till we get home?” taiju teases quietly, giving you a little smirk.

you smile at him, letting him pull your hands back up to where they originally were.

“sorry. just testing the waters.” you joke, getting a bit closer to him.

you feel him chuckle from his back as he looks back at the street when the light turns green.

you hope he stays so you can ‘test’ more waters on him.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

-

four hours into the movie marathon, yuzuha is knocked out on the long end of the couch.

taiju was upstairs in his own room, probably asleep as well.

the two of you had finished some of your food and had some more to share for hakkai and taiju.

so now it was just you and the movie.

it was growing to be late, but you don’t really feel tired at all.

maybe it’s because you were used to staying up so late to do homework and projects.

so you stayed up until the movie was over, woke yuzuha up to go in the room, and then laid on the air mattress wide awake.

of course this would happen.

you sigh to yourself, before going back downstairs to grab something to drink.

when you get to the kitchen, taiju is sitting on the counter with a mug in his hand.

shirtless, with only a pair of sweats that hang loosely on him.

you catch his attention almost immediately, him give you a little smile in result.

maybe he forgot about what happened earlier.

“hey.” you greet shortly, before grabbing one of the cups and getting some water.

he raises a hand to you, before looking back at his phone.

you lean against the counter yourself, typing away at your phone.

it’s silent for a while, besides the sound of things crashing and booming coming from his phone.

you wouldn’t take him for the type, then again, the shibas are pretty unpredictable.

“how come you’re down here so late?” taiju questions, not looking away from his phone.

you look up from yours, before taking another sip from your glass.

“can't sleep. you?” you reply shortly, placing your phone down onto the counter.

he does the same, wanting to engage in a conversation with you.

“same as you, really haven’t slept here in a while.” taiju explains, nodding his head.

you nod along with him. so he did use to live here, but he doesn’t anymore.

probably just visiting.

it grows silent once more, and you finish your water quickly.

it’s thirty minutes before two, and you don’t feel like staring up at the ceiling in yuzuha’s room.

taiju must’ve caught onto that, and he hops of the counter and moves in front of you.

“if you’d like, you can come keep me company in my room.” taiju whispers in your ear, before making his way upstairs.

you’re flustered now, and he probably knows it.

but you won’t let him get away that easily.

-

when you make it into taiju's room, you notice how well done it is although a bit childish.

he has drawings of what are supposed to be sharks with hakkai and yuzuha's name scribbled on it.

the year at the bottom left had read about 10-13 years back.

his bed sheets were perfectly a deep blue with fluffy dark grey covers over the bed with a clean smell.

they must be fresh out of the dryer they had in their laundry room.

he had a comfortable little couch there too, it was where he was sitting right now.

also where you were kneeling in front of him, between his big beefy legs that could suffocate you if he wanted.

as of right now, you were trying to fit half of his cock into your mouth with a whine.

"you want it baby? gotta get it wet first." taiju encouraged, bucking his hips into your warm throat.

you gag around him just a bit, holding the base of his cock with both hands as you look up at him.

he's looking back at you with a shit eating grin, knowing you can't take more than the four inches you have down your throat.

taiju was a pretty big man, you should've expected him to have a big dick as well.

after a bit more of you struggling, taiju lifts you off of him and brings you closer to his face.

"breathe mama, s'okay. you'll have more practice." taiju whispered, cupping you through your panties.

just from sucking him (and playing with yourself in the first half), you were more than ready to try and take him a different way.

he sits you in his lap and lifts his hips up to shuffle the rest of his pants off, before pulling your panties off.

"want you t'ride me. that okay with you?" taiju whispers, kissing your jawline softly.

even if you didn't want to before, you were so gonna do it after he asked.

taiju doesn’t let you respond though, just lifts you up and lines himself up with your sopping hole.

you hold yourself up on your knees and keep steady with the help of his broad shoulders.

he teases your clit softly, making you roll your hips with a hitched breath.

eventually, he’s stops playing and sits you down onto his tip.

a hiss leaves your mouth immediately, the stretch being something completely foreign.

you weren’t a virgin, but you’ve never been with anyone much bigger than you.

let alone raw.

taiju rests against the couch a bit more, holding your waist to keep you still on top of him.

he’s watching as you sink yourself onto his hard cock, shaking ever so slightly and taking deep breaths.

taiju bores his eyes into your closed ones, feeling you rest your hands on his chest.

eventually, you sit down completely and open your eyes to stare back into taiju’s gold ones.

“you okay?” taiju teases quietly, rubbing your hip in slow reassuring circles.

you nod quickly, letting out a quiet sigh and leaning closer to him.

he notices how much you were tightening around him, and presses his thumb against your clit.

“s’okay. just relax for me, gonna make you feel good.” taiju reassures, rubbing in tight circles.

you moan quietly, following the movements of his thumb with your hips despite taiju trying to keep you still.

"mhm.. open up that pretty pussy for me." taiju groans, grinding up into you.

you begin to bounce and grind just a bit, already feeling overwhelmed from the size of him inside of you.

and you barely started moving.

taiju gains your attention by giving your hips a tight squeeze, staring into your eyes.

"you'll tell me if it's too much, okay?" taiju practically demanded, glancing down at where you two were connected.

you nod immediately, picking up the speed a little more.

soon enough, you were nearing your second orgasm, holding his hands and bouncing erratically on his dick while moaning a bit too loud.

taiju wasn't worried though, he knew his sister has slept through many things she probably shouldn't have.

loud claps echoed through the room every time you slammed your hips down onto him.

"m'cumming!" you cried out above him for the second time tonight, squeezing his hands tightly as you threw your head back.

taiju knows already though. he's mesmerized by the way you squeeze and ride him more desperately.

"go ahead. make a mess on me, baby." taiju grunts, feeling your insides squeeze against him more.

and at his command, you're crying out loudly and releasing on him one more.

taiju groans quietly, letting go of your hands and grabbing your waist.

he lifts you up and practically tosses you onto his bed, before pushing your legs up to your ears and sliding into you again.

you press a hand against his stomach, squealing as he presses directly into your sweet spot.

"w-wait taiju! s'too much!" you gasped out, scratching at his abs to try to push him out a bit.

"mm-mm. move it. it's never too much." taiju says gruffly, slapping your hands away and pounding into you.

you toss your head back and moan, feeling your legs begin to shake like you had to cum again.

taiju lets your legs go and they end up wrapped around his waist tightly, trying to still his movements.

but it does nothing, since taiju is much stronger and bigger than you.

he reaches between the both of you and begins rubbing your clit feverishly, relishing in the feeling of you pulling him in.

you feel something begin to build up in your tummy, something stronger than before.

you cry out loudly, still trying to get him to let up on his thrusts.

"g-gonna make a mess! please!" you squeal, feeling his hand begin to press on your tummy.

"i know mama, can feel it." taiju grunts out, still battering your poor pussy senseless.

before you knew it, you were squirting all over his stomach and the sheets below you.

the extra wetness made the thrusts you continued to receive much louder and wetter than before.

"hope you're on the pill." taiju says to you, feeling his hips begin to stutter and lose its rhythm.

you don't let it bother you, too overstimulated to understand anything he could be saying to you.

he wraps his hand around your throat to keep you still as he pushes deep into you, cumming hard.

his scrunches up his nose and groans, shutting his eyes tight.

and although your sight is a bit blurry, you can't help but watching him closely as he rides out his orgasm.

when he's finished, he pulls out of you and watches his cum drip out onto the bed before moving his attention back to your face.

you were spent, and on the verge of falling asleep.

taiju presses two or three kisses to your lips, before rubbing your thigh comfortingly.

"don't go to sleep yet. m'not done." taiju whispers in your ear, gathering some of the cum up and pushing it back into you.

and you definitely did have a feeling he wasn't.

-

the next morning, you wake up in the airbed more sore than you thought you'd be.

the numerous amount of rounds you and taiju did might be the reason, and not because of the airbed have little to none air.

you get out as best as possible, before making your way to the bathroom and brushing your teeth.

yuzuha was already out of bed and was probably downstairs.

when you finish, you go downstairs and see all three of the shibas standing around in the kitchen.

now that you realize it, they all shared more similarities, though hakkai looked much more like taiju standing next to him.

"good morning sleeping beauty. how ya feeling?" yuzuha teases, oblivious as to what happened last night.

you stretch out your limbs and pick up a piece of fruit from her bowl, chewing on it.

"sore, actually. feels like my body was bent wrong." you complain lightly, sitting on the counter next to her.

hakkai spits out his coffee, before coughing loudly and holding onto taiju for support.

the three of you were confused, watching as hakkai wiped his mouth with paper towel.

"uhm.. okay. when did you come back, kai?" yuzuha questioned, shrugging off her brother's odd behvaior.

when he came to his senses and finished cleaning up, he leaned against the counter with a bottle of water.

taiju rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee, waiting for hakkai's response.

"sometime around two or three last night." hakkai says hesitantly, drinking his cold water.

taiju then spits out his coffee and you begin to choke on the piece of strawberry in your mouth.

you play yours off with a laugh, covering your mouth as you lean on yuzuha so she laughs too.

he had came in around the time taiju had you in his bed, which is probably why he reacted the way he did.

now it was taiju cleaning up his mess and drinking water.

"i don't get it. what's going on?" yuzuha questioned suspiciously after her laugh dies down, looking at her brothers.

taiju shakes his head, looking at hakkai with a unreadable expression.

hakkai clears his throat after another sip of water, before looking at his older sister.

"the coffee is shit, yuzu. is it dark roast?" hakkai questions, pointing to the bag of coffee grounds.

she checks, and (luckily), the coffee that was in the machine was dark roast.

yuzuha curses quietly and tosses the bag in the garbage, along with the pot of coffee that was made.

"shit, my bad. i'll go get another one now." yuzuha says, grabbing her wallet and keys before turning to you.

she was silently asking if you would be okay staying here while she runs to the store.

you wave her off, massaging your hips just a little bit.

"i'm still sore, so i'll probably lay down for a bit." you explain, flashing her a little smile.

yuzuha nods, before changing out her shoes and offering you a smile.

"i'll bring back some painkillers." yuzuha lets you know, before walking out of the house.

when it's confirmed that yuzuha was out of the driveway, you and taiju turned to hakkai.

"i got one hundred dollars if you keep your mouth shut." you say, pointing your fork at him.

hakkai scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter with a smirk.

"one fifty sounds like a better bargain honestly." hakkai says, looking at you with a raised brow.

"how about two fifty and you eat for free." taiju bargains with him again, crossing his arms to mock hakkai.

you go to protest about the amount of money, but taiju holds his hand up to you.

it shuts you up almost immediately, especially when hakkai's eyes widen with a grin.

"you got a deal-" "but only you! and maybe mitsuya." taiju restates, cutting hakkai off before he got a big head.

hakkai scoffs, before nodding and saying a short 'fine' under his breath.

hakkai leaves the room after giving taiju his cash app, and goes upstairs.

"i don't have two fifty." you sigh, leaning back and letting him find yourself in between your legs.

he presses a kiss your your lips and then along your jawline.

"don't worry about it. i'll pay him." he whispers, massaging your hips for you.

you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him into a kiss.

you hope hakkai doesn't see this, or you fear he'll ask for more money.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

YoHi could you do more 50's Elvis fanfiction with other men and make it smutty if you don't mind I love your work

A/N: Of course! I thought Nick Adams would be a fun option for this, so it's set around '56. I hope you enjoy!

Hold on tight

Pairing: Elvis x Nick Adams

Word count: 1.6K

TWs: Smut, smut, smut! There's a hint of internalised homophobia but I've tried to keep it light.

It’s the millionth time this week that Elvis has seen Nick Adams, and it’s starting to piss his girlfriends off. I say girlfriends, because Elvis never was good at choosing one girl and sticking to her - he might have a main squeeze but there were always others, backups and backups of the backups… but lately they were all getting pushed out because of how much time he’s spending with Nick. The two of them just get on so well, and it’s easy for Elvis to talk to him in a way he doesn’t find it easy to talk to the guys in the Mafia. Probably because he doesn’t feel the need to be quite so macho in front of Nick, to pretend that he’s fine when he’s not. 

They’re on his Harley, driving around Memphis in the early hours of the morning when there’s no-one around to recognise them. It’s one of Elvis’ favourite things to do right now. After the success of Love Me Tender things have been getting more and more intense. Everywhere he goes now there’s a crowd of reporters and he’s surrounded by women pulling at his clothes or writing their numbers on his car. He likes it, but he also likes the escape of speeding along the empty roads on his motorcycle. Girls will go with him, but he always feels like he has to be a little more cautious when they do, to go a little slower with such precious cargo. Not so with Nick, though. With Nick he throws caution to the wind, like he’s doing right now, the other man’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist and holding on for dear life. The adrenalin courses through his veins as he accelerates even faster, riding with reckless abandon.

Nick presses his chest against Elvis’ back, heart pounding from more than just the speed of the ride. Elvis is exhilarating on his own, never mind the motorcycle. He has a kind of wildness that reminds Nick of James Dean. And, if he’s honest, he gets off on hanging around with people coming up on fame. Gets some kind of second-hand high from it, like a vampire searching for youth and power and drinking them down. Elvis hangs a left and Nick grips onto him, leaning to the right and praying he manages to stay on the Harley. He hears the other man laugh and knows it was a deliberate move to scare him a little. And it worked. He’s sitting on the back of the bike, scared and aroused. Just how he likes to be. Or is it how Elvis likes him to be? They're almost too similar. Birds of a feather. 

They finally come to a stop in one of Memphis’ many parks and tumble off the bike onto the grass, laughing together, that kind of shaky laughter that comes from time spent doing something that makes you fear for your life. 

“You ride that thing like a maniac, Presley.”

Elvis grins, wickedly. “Yeah. You love it. Clingin’ on to me like some kinda limpet.”

Nick pushes him in the side playfully. “I just don’t want to die young.”

“Dyin’ in a motorcycle crash with Elvis Presley is exactly the sorta thing you want.”

Elvis’ eyes are sparkling with amusement as Nick launches himself towards him, the pair of them rolling around on the grass, wrestling and laughing. He lets Nick win, enjoying being held down maybe a little more than he should. They’re both flushed and breathless from the play-fighting, and as Nick looks down at the other man beneath him he thinks, not for the first time, just how beautiful he is. Not handsome, or plain attractive, but actually beautiful in a way Nick didn’t think a man could be before they met. Cautiously, carefully, he leans down until his lips almost brush against Elvis’. Then he stops, afraid. Afraid of rejection, and worse than that, afraid of the death of their friendship if this isn’t what Elvis wants. 

“Aren’t ya gonna kiss me?”

The playful words break him out of his reverie and he reacts without thinking, closing the tiny gap between them and kissing his friend. His first thought is how soft Elvis’ lips are. His second thought is wondering why he didn’t do this sooner. It seems like Elvis wants it as much as he does. His lips part to let Nick’s tongue into his mouth and his strong hands pull the other man’s torso down against his own. They both feel the other’s erection at the same time, hips grinding against one another as they moan and sigh. 

Elvis’ heart is hammering in his chest. He’s wanted this for so long, but he’s been afraid. Not of what Nick would think, so much. He’s caught the other man looking at him with lust-filled eyes when he thought he wasn’t being observed. But he’s afraid of what it means, wanting another man like this. It’s against God, and nature, and absolutely not what his Mama would want him to do… but right now it feels so damn good he doesn’t care about any of that. The question of what happens next echoes in the back of his mind, floating about and trying desperately to get to the surface above all the other desperate thoughts of needing more contact and wanting to cum. 

He gasps as Nick pulls away, on his hands and knees above him now. Gasps from the shock of the sudden lack of contact. His hips buck needily and he sees a greedy look in the other man’s eyes. Nick bites his lip, drinking in the sight of that young body writhing and wanton beneath him, desperate for touch. The sudden rush of power makes him feel giddy. The realisation that he knows what he’s doing and Elvis doesn’t, and Elvis wants him just as much as he wants Elvis. With a little smirk, he moves to lie on his side, propping his head up on an elbow. 

“Turn over,” he instructs. “With your back to me.”

Elvis does as he’s told, and the other man feels him tremble as he puts his arm around him, pressing his chest into his back like they’re back on the Harley again. He kisses Elvis’ neck, tasting the salty sweat from the hot summer night. 

“N-Nick…”

“Can I touch you?” Words purred into Elvis’ ear. 

“P-please.”

Nick is briefly surprised to find him naked beneath his pants, but his surprise soon gives way to unbridled lust at the size of it. As he moves his hand up and down it feels different, and shifts slightly so he can get a look. He hasn’t seen many uncut dicks but it doesn’t phase him, if anything it’s easier not to have to worry about lubrication. Not that there’s an issue with that, precum freely leaking from the tip already. The whole thing is making him stupidly excited and his dick is positively aching. Without thinking, he shifts again, pulling Elvis’ pants down to his knees, using his other hand to direct his dick between the tops of the other man’s thighs. He tries not to get distracted by the perfect roundness of the ass in front of him, tries not to want more as he rolls his hips into it. 

Elvis stifles a moan as the hand wrapped around his dick speeds up and the other dick slides back and forth between his thighs. Is this what usually happens next? He has a feeling there’s something else, but pleasure crowds all other thoughts out of his mind. The feeling of a big, rough, experienced hand on him instead of the usual small, soft, cautious one making him feel something primal. 

“Oh God,” he mumbles, knowing he’s just a stroke or two away from ecstasy. 

Nick stops worrying about himself for a second and concentrates on Elvis, his hand in the other man’s hair, pulling his head back and exposing his perfect white throat. He runs his tongue from Elvis’ jaw to his collarbone, tasting him as he cums all over Nick’s hand with a guttural moan. Fuck. His face is so beautiful when he cums. Nick lets go of his hair and his dick at the same time, going back to the desperate pursuit of his own high, his hand gripping Elvis’ hip as he ruts against him, dick sliding between those perfect thighs, slick with precum. 

Elvis lies there, floppy as a ragdoll, letting himself be used for Nick’s pleasure until he hears his friend groan his name out loud and feels the spurt of the other man’s release on his skin. Drowsy with ecstasy, he turns over so they’re facing one another and grabs Nick’s face in both hands, kissing him passionately. They groan into one another’s mouths as their legs tangle together, oversensitive dicks rubbing against each other in a confusion of pleasure and just a little hint of discomfort. 

“Shit,” Nick mumbles against his lips. 

“What?” Elvis mumbles back, drunk on the other man’s touch. 

“You’re almost ready to go again.” 

To illustrate his point, he moves his hand to squeeze Elvis’ half-hard length. Elvis’ eyes roll back in his head at the feeling. 

“You want to?” He asks, breathlessly.

“Mhmm.”

“You wanna do it in a bed?”

Nick giggles. “Might be nice. You gonna take me back to your place?” He bats his eyelashes coquettishly. 

“Only if ya promise not to say anythin’ about my driving this time,” Elvis teases back. 

“I promise.”

Elvis looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Make sure you hang on though,” he tells Nick, lips grazing the other man’s ear. “Nice and tight.”

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[dirtydixonsgirl]

Can you write reader taking care of a very sick Daryl after he collapses while on a run? Feverish, he tries to tell her how he feels but she blames the illness. He gets better, gets embarrassed, but then they talk and make out session ensues - interrupted by the rescue party for shits and giggles.

Sick

Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

A/n: this is gonna be fluffy mostly, thought this idea was super cute. sorry it took so long ):

WARNINGS: heated make out, deliriously speaking, illness yeah yeah yeah

Daryl was sick, it was exactly what you feared these last few weeks. The flu was running rampant in the prison, taking out your group one by one, it was horrible to watch. You and few others were safe, luckily. Your nerves have ease since the outbreak of this illness but when Daryl started to avoid you, you crept around to see what his deal was and when you found him coughing and sniffling you knew something was up.

Although you knew he’d never admit to being sick, you could see it in his eyes. Your worried eyes searching his face everytime he coughs or sneezes, he knew something was off, passing it off as ‘allergies’, but your worried gaze broke his heart, he didn’t want you to worry about him. But he also didn’t want to be locked away with the rest of the sick people, away from you of all people, he needed to be here to protect you, he knew that if something happened to you while he was locked away he would never forgive himself.

Here both of you stood, in front of Rick, Daryl demanding he go on this run with you instead of Glenn or t-dogg, he knew they were good out there, there was no doubt but the only way to settle his nerves about you going was to come with you. Admittedly, you were on the fence about Daryl going, you could see in his eyes he was getting sicker by the minute and Rick could also sense something was off, but he was well aware of how stubborn Daryl could be.

“Daryl,” you stood behind him. “You don’t need to do this, you should rest.”

“I’m fine.” He coughs a little bit before readjusting the items he was bringing with on the motorcycle. “Jus get in the car women.”

You cross your arms, watching him struggle a bit, biting back a few coughs. You wanted him to ride in the car with you instead of his motorcycle but he wouldn’t budge. Another thing you noticed as well was he wouldn’t let you be too close to him.

“I will as soon as you get in the car with me.”

He sighed. “M’ fine. I told you, I need fresh air. Missed this.”

“I’m just worried about you, Daryl.” You knew the affect your saddened voice has on him, how could he ever say no to you? It just wasn’t possible.

He knew you were only worried about him, as his cough was starting to deepen he realized he might be worried about himself as well.

“Okay,” he agreed, grumbling. “Let’s go.”

The car ride was almost silent, Daryl wasn’t much of a talker and your nerves were getting the best of you, he sat a seat away, you driving after a small fight about him being the man and wanting to drive but you felt like he was in no shape. His coughs turning into hacking, you kept glancing over at him.

“M’ fine. Quit lookin’ at me like that.” He mumbles, resting his head against the window.

“You don’t seem like it.” You turn your focus to the road. “You know I’m just worried.”

“Nothin’ is gonna take me out, sunshine.” He jokes, you blush at the pet name.

“You can’t promise me that, anything could happen, Daryl.”

Daryl was your best friend, the first person you had continued with since the group found you out there stumbling around, dying of dehydration. You both have been close since the beginning and you were well aware of the attachment you had grown to your best friend, realizing it was unhealthy, you knew it was okay because it would never go further than that.

Arriving to the desired spot, an old run down gas station across from a neighborhood you put the vehicle in park, turning off the truck. Your eyes turn to meet Daryls but suddenly they widen, taking in his features.

“Daryl,” you panick. “You’re sweating.”

“It’s hot in here.” He grumbles, wiping the small beats of sweat off his head. “Let’s go.”

“Maybe we should go home, I don’t think you need to be doing this.”

“God damnit, I said I’m fine!” He suddenly spats.

You jump slightly at his tone, realizing you’ve heard him talk this way to other people but somehow have never been on the other end. His eyes soften instantly due to your reaction, sighing harshly.

“M’ sorry. But seriously, I’m okay, can we just go? I don’t wanna talk ‘bout this anymore.”

You sigh, hesitantly agreeing. His skin was getting pale but you knew at this point saying anything to him was useless, he was too stubborn to listen to your words, he’d rather keep pushing.

You followed closely behind him, your gun raised, searching the area. His crossbow up as well, you always felt safe with him, he always would protect you, almost like he would jump in front of a bullet for you, as your friendship grows so does your love but both of you knew neither of that would matter because neither of you would ever admit to it.

After searching the gas station and few houses, making sure to stay close to one another, you had found a few items but when you got back to the truck, you noticed no Daryl, and nothing had been loaded on the truck. Your heart instantly stops, panic rushing through your veins. Where could he be? Did he get hurt? Did someone take him? The thoughts were running endlessly.

“Daryl?” You call out, the worry lacing your voice.

You leave the items unattended, you knew he hadn’t gone far off on his own will, he wouldn’t do that you. He always kept his word and stayed close. Running back down to the neighborhood, your feet continuously smacking the pavement, you find the first house he was in, searching it.

“Daryl? Are you in here?” You call out.

Nothing. Silence. You run up the steps, checking the rooms, again nothing. Your mind was racing at this point, your heart beat thumping against your rib cage. The emotions wanted to spill but you held them back, your eyes filling with water. You can’t lose him, not now.

The next house you seen him go into, the door was left open. Indicating that there was possibility he was still in there. You fling the door open, the living room empty, your eyes searching every corner, the liquid threatening to spill from your eyes. Nothing.

“Daryl!” You call out, shakily. “Daryl please tell me you’re in here.”

You search the living room, upstairs, the hallways, nothing. That’s until your footsteps patter into the kitchen area.

“Y/N?” Daryl calls out weakly.

You heart instantly filling with sadness at the site. The tears were now spilling down your cheeks, your eyes wander down the pale, sweating Daryl sitting on the kitchen floor next to the fridge. He is sick, very sick. Your heart pangs, instantly running over to get down with him.

“Daryl,” you cry, wiping his sweaty hair from his forehead. “I knew something was wrong, I knew you were sick.”

The emotions were over whelming. Your were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. This had confirmed your feelings about him indefinitely. You knew there was no hiding it now. His pale sunken eyes meet yours, his breathing slightly shallowed. Your hands were shaking.

“M’ okay, don’t worry ‘bout me.” His voice shakes.

You shake your head at him. “God damn it, Daryl Dixon. You’re the most stubborn person I know.”

He cracks a smile at your sudden outburst. But you were serious, he really was. You bring your hand to his forehead, feeling his temp. He was hot to the touch, burning up. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“You’re running a fever, we have to get you back to Hershel.” You tell him quickly.

“Jus’ give me a minute.” He shakes his head. “I love ya so much.”

Your eyes meet him, sudden confusion written on your face. Daryl wasn’t aware of his words, the fever over taking his emotions. He wasn’t in the right state of mind but he knew those words were truthful. He always knew he loved you, but the words spilling out at the sight of you caring for him just came so naturally, he didn’t have to think twice.

Although Daryl has told you that he has loved you before, it was clear this was different meaning. The way his eyes were sparkling and how desperate his tone was. Like it was something he’s been holding back for a long time, true feelings. Your heart began to melt as you thought of your next words, stunned.

“Daryl, what are you talking - you know what? Nevermind, we need to get you home.”

“The only reason I wanted to come out here with ya is so I could be with ya, take care of ya. You mean tha’ world to me, Y/N.” He mumbles, his eyes searching your face.

His speech was slow, you were well aware he was now speaking delusionally which only made your mind race more. How high was his fever? You blushed at his words and shook it off instantly. He has no idea what he’s saying.

You take his arm, lifting him up, he wraps it around your neck, carrying most of his body weight himself but he was still heavy against you. He was slow, dragging his feet with yours taking all of his energy just to lift himself.

“I mean it Y/N, yer ma world.” He slurs. “Never felt tha’ way ‘bout anyone. Jus’ you.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You had wondered where this sudden outburst came from but ultimately you knew it was a result from the fever. He was delirious, speaking out of his ass. You didn’t say anything back to feed into his rambling you were surely going to tease him about this when he felt better.

“Y/N,” he speaks again. “Look at me.”

You glance up at him and realize he’s been looking at you the entire time.

“Ya so god damn beautiful, bunny.” He murmurs. “Hope ya know I mean all these words.”

Your face turns beat red at the nickname. Remembering he use to tease you with it when you first met because he took you out hunting and you caught bunny, just one, so from there on he tease you with the nickname. You couldn’t believe he still remembered it after all these years. It still made your heart flutter.

“That fever is really kicking your ass.” You laugh, trudging him along.

“Not the fever, Y/N, ma’ real feelings. I ain’t afraid of nothin’ but I’m afraid of dyin’ and not gettin’ to tell ya how I feel.” He starts. “Yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His words although slow, you felt they meant something. Something in his voice told you his words were sincere, they were coming so effortlessly, like he didn’t need to think about it because he had been practicing this forever. You wanted him to shut up. The words had you a blushing mess, but you knew as soon as this sickness was over you’d have to confront him about it, you were not looking forward to that.

You helped him into the front seat, your face still red and your heart thumping nervously, you needed to get him back to Rick and Hershel.

“We’ll talk about this when you feel better, Daryl.” You spoke softly.

“Whatever you say, Bunny.” He mumbles, his head against the window.

-

It had been about two weeks before Daryl was feeling better. You had came to visit him multiple times a day, worrying about him. The sickness hit him hard, you worried so much that you were begging Rick to let you inside the place, risking getting yourself sick just to have your last moments with him. There was a big glass between you both and he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand being away from you.

You hadn’t told him about his feverish words back on the run, you could tell he was just starting to gain actual consciousness of his surroundings a few days ago, he hadn’t mentioned his words, he just kept asking what happened and how he got there.

He was healing fast, his cough has resided, the blood from the cough was now gone, he was alert, awake and stubborn as ever, threatening to break out of sick groups cell as soon as he got the chance. The group had taken a fall from Daryl being sick, considering he was one of the important men and Ricks right hand man.

“You miss me?” Daryl jokes, throwing the curtains back to your cell room.

You eyes lit up in surprise, god how you’d missed your best friend. Your nervous mind was instantly calmed when he took you up in a hug, squeezing you.

“Daryl,” you choked out. “I can’t breathe.”

He chuckled, his big arms unwrapping you. He looked like himself, you missed this, you missed him. You knew it was time to ask him about his words, but you were scared. Really scared. Of his reaction and rejection, embarrassment was already running through your body. He must of noticed your serious look, he could always sense when something thing was wrong,

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, questioning look crossing his face.

You didn’t want to look at him, your cheeks already lighting up. You knew you weren’t getting out of this without telling him, you pondering if you actually wanted to tell him or just lie about it, you didn’t enjoy lying about things but some times calls for drastic messaures.

“Y/N?”

“N-nothing.” You finally say. “How are you feeling?”

“Nah, what’s wrong? I know that look.”

Of course he does. Shit. You finally meet his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed down into his normal curious look. You hated when he looked at you with those eyes. You could melt under them.

Daryl was worried you weren’t exactly happy to see him. He wasn’t even sure of how he got to where he ended up with all those sick people, what if he did something to hurt you? Said something to hurt you?

“Just something you said when you were sick.” You admit.

Instant fear ran through his body at the possibly of what could’ve been said to you. He was clearly delirious and out of his mind but the look on his face told him whatever he said was important to you and weighed heavy on your mind.

“W-what’d I say?”

“Just that you loved me.” You shrug.

“Why’s that bad?”

“Because your tone was different.”

Daryl looked at you for a moment, hiding behind his beautiful long brown hair, blue eyes you’ve came to love, staring deeply into your eyes. He knew he loved you, he thought it was obvious enough. After everything you both have been through how could he not love you? You were everything to him and he would do anything to protect you. He just couldn’t believe he didn’t get to say it to you in a more conscious state of mind, he might have saved himself the embarrassment because he was for sure that you didn’t feel the same way.

You noticed his posture, he was nervous, his nerves were eating him alive. You knew that look all too well. He was panicking inside. You knew exactly how to fix his situation, without a word you leaned up, cupping his cheek, feeling the bristles from his beard poking at you, connecting your lips. The sparks inside you were running rampant at the feeling. Daryl’s lips felt perfect on yours, without hesitation he kissed you back with the even more passion.

His body reacting before his mind he pushes you up against the wall, his hands pulling your back closer to him to close the proximity. Your hands waver up his shirt feeling his warmth and muscles under your touch making him shiver with the contact. Your kiss was needy and desperate and he was falling putty into your hands, allowing your hands to roam where they please.

But your hands found there way to his hair, it set something off in him. Tugging on his hair slightly erupted a groan from him straight into your mouth and you felt it travel all the way down you. This wasn’t suppose to be happening but the adrenaline coursing through you both was too much to handle.

You couldn’t help but pray that none of this ruined your friendship.

“Daryl, are you-“ You could hear the sound of Rick walking past the prison cells. “Well holy shit.”

You both instantly disconnected bodies, staring into the faces of Rick, Glenn, Hershel and Maggie staring back at you. Some faces shocked, some faces smirking as they knew all too well. The embarrassment burned both of your cheeks, readjusting yourselves. You both were never going to live this down.

“You comin’?” Ricks voice wavers through the prison once more.

“What?” Daryl asks back, slightly confused and taken back by his words.

“You comin’?” Glenn repeats now, a smirk littering his face causing a swat from Maggie. “You know, to help take out the walkers at the gate?”

“Oh.” He sighs, realizing that’s not what they meant. “Yeah, yeah, M’ comin’.”

A few of them begin to snicker, walking away from the cell to leave you both drowning in your own embarrassment. At this point you just wanted to run away and hide, being both of the shyest people here being caught in a hot and heavy make out session was just not exactly what you wanted to envision for yours and Daryl’s first kiss.

You looked at him, giggling and he let a half smile cross his lips. You weren’t sure of a lot of things anymore in this world but one thing you knew is that you love Daryl back, probably even more than that.

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Kenny, Clementine and AJ ended up in Alexandria?

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What if Kenny, Clementine and AJ ended up in Alexandria? Submitted by Soundwavefan113 on AO3

“You okay, Clem?” Kenny’s voice jerked Clementine from her thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” The thirteen-year-old looked in the mirror at AJ. They’d almost lost the car while Kenny had been teaching her how to drive, she supposed she should be glad they missed the tree and took out a rather large Walker.

“You sure?” Kenny glanced at her, “Your still upset about almost hittin’ the tree, aren't you?”

Clementine tried to shrug it off, “It’s nothing.”

“Clem,” Sighed Kenny, “You can’t focus on any possible mistake that may have happened, it’ll distract you—holy fucking shit!”

Kenny veered out of the way of a guy in a motorcycle, “What the hell was that?”

Clementine twisted in her seat, as the motorcycle rider stopped, “What?”

Kenny scowled as the man reached them, he looked at them through the window, before knocking on the glass. Kenny glared at the man, “What?”

“Y’all alright?” The man’s voice was gruff, tilting his head to keep his hair out of his eyes.

“Er, yeah.” Kenny glanced at Clementine, “We’re fine.”

“Right,” the man nodded, “you have to turn around.”

“What?” Growled Kenny, his irritation growing.

“We’re diverting a massive herd, your gonna drive into it.”

Kenny blinked up at the man, “…Right…er, thanks for the head up.”

The guy nodded and walked back to his bike, as Kenny turned the car around. They were trailing behind the guy, when the first few Walkers appeared. They followed the man for a while, until they came to a stop near an abandoned gas station.

“Thanks for the heads up.” Said Kenny getting out of the car, “You gonna be okay?”

The man went to answer, when he spotted Clementine pick up AJ, “You’ve got a kid?”

Kenny turned and spotted Clementine and AJ, “Yeah…what of it?”

The man looked at them, “We got a community, somewhere you can wait out the herd before ya move on.”

Kenny opened his mouth to refuse, but after glancing at Clementine, he nodded.

P

Carl paused, seeing Daryl lead a car into Alexandria. He heard Carol walk up next to him and sigh. They’d had a herd go through them a month earlier, Carl absently rubbed at the gauze covering his missing eye.

“This isn’t good.” Muttered Carol, crossing her arms.

“Maybe they’re just travellers.” Said Carl, as a one-eyed bearded man stepped out of the car, followed by a girl around his age.

“But they could be thieves.” Stated Carol, as the girl opened one of the back doors and pulled out a toddler, “Or kidnappers.”

Carl frowned at her, as Daryl walked over to Rick, “I’m gonna talk to them.”

“Don’t.” Said Carol, as Carl walked over to the car.

“What d’you make of this place, Clem?” Carl heard the man ask.

“High walls, solar panels,” The girl, Clem looked around, “they’ve got kids. Seems safe.”

“So?” The man looked at Clem.

“See if they’re willing to trade something for gas, then head back out when the herd’s passed.” Said Clem, as the toddler fussed, “Hey, hey, don’t cry, Goofball.”

The toddler whined, before he abruptly threw up on her.

“Oh.” Clem stiffened slightly, “Wonderful.”

Carl stopped and looked at them.

“I’ll…” Clem looked at ‘Goofball’, “see if they’re willing to give us some food for AJ, something that hasn’t expired.”

“You can change as well, if you want.” Carl spoke without thinking, making the girl and man turn and look at him, “Er…hi?”

“Hey.” Clem waved, before looking down at her front, “…and it’s alright, I’ve had worse on my front.”

Carl blinked, looking between them, “Do… do you have a change of clothes?”

Clem and the man looked at each other.

“Er… no.” Clem sounded confused, “We try to keep moving.”

Carl nodded, “I’m… I’m going to see if we have any to spare.”

P

Clementine adjusted the flannel shirt she’d been given, along with the boots, jeans and underwear. A woman with short white hair, Carol, had let them use her shower. Clementine grabbed the red leather jacket she’d found a few months back, and her hat.

Rolling her shoulders, Clementine stepped out and winced at her dirty clothes. She hadn’t noticed how bad they smelt until now. Looking around the house, it almost felt like the world hadn’t ended. Sighing, Clementine made her way down the stairs, with Carol looking up when she heard Clementine walk over.

“Er… I… erm…” Clementine didn’t know what to say, when Carol taking the clothes from Clementine.

“Aren’t you going to wash that?” Carol looked at her hat.

Clementine adjusted it, “I… no, it’s… this is going to sound weird, but it’s got some of my… friend’s blood on it. It’s kina, the only thing I have left of them.”

Carol blinked, “Oh, care to tell me about this friend?”

Carol seemed like her mom, before her parents went to Savannah, so Clementine sat down across from Carol.

“His name was Lee,” Said Clementine, “He found me hiding in my treehouse when all this started, he looked after me during the first few months of the outbreak. I made the mistake of trusting the wrong person and it got Lee killed. The bloodstain on the brim, there,” Clementine pointed at a dark spot on the brim of the hat, “that’s Lee’s blood, I was nine and I had to put him down, all because I was an idiot.”

“You were a child.” Said Carol, “There are adults who’d make the same mistake.”

“I got two members of our group killed while I was with that stranger, then I got another killed because I was careless with my gun—” Clementine stiffened, “Shit, where’s my gun?!”

“It’s over there.” Carol pointing at a cabinet, where Clementine’s gun was sitting.

Clementine got up and quickly grabbed it, freezing slightly as she held it, “It… it’s been cleaned.”

“I thought you’d like a gun that would actually work, considering the amount of muck and grime on it.” Said Carol, getting a sigh from Clementine.

“We don’t have any bullets.” Shrugged Clementine, before looking at the couch, where AJ was sleeping, “Huh, I guess he was tired.”

“How old were you when you had him?” Asked Carol, crossing her arms.

“What?” Clementine frowned, “His parents died, I promised them I’d look after him. His dad was killed by some asshole and his mom died shortly after giving birth to him. Kenny and I have been looking after him ever since.”

“What’s Kenny to you?” Asked Carol, looking at Clementine.

“He’s… I guess he’s like my dad,” Shrugged Clementine, “I met him with Lee, I became friends with his son, his name was Kenny Jr, but we all called him Duck. I got separated from Kenny while I was with that stranger, I thought he was dead for a while, before I ran into him again. I’ve been with him ever since. He took over from Lee, after we found each other again.”

Carol seemed satisfied with Clementine’s answers, opting to watch AJ sleep.

P

Clementine spun in a circle as Carl showed her around, staring at the community, “This place is a fucking fortress.”

“Yeah, I think we all had that impression when we first arrived here.” Said Carl, as they approached a group of people their age.

“Who’s this?” Asked a brunette.

“This is Clementine,” Said Carl, “She and her… what is he?”

“Kenny?” Clementine looked at Carl, “Closest thing I have to a dad.”

“They were brought here by Daryl.” Said Carl, “Since the herds going to be a while, they’d going to wait it out.”

“Isn’t she the girl that can’t smell?” Asked a dark-haired boy.

“I can smell.” Responded Clementine, “We just walked through a bunch of Walkers before we found a car.”

Carl frowned, “There weren’t any coats in the car.”

“What?” Clementine looked at him.

“The coat with the Walker guts on it.” Clarified Carl, “There weren’t any in the car.”

“Why would I need a coat for that?” Asked Clementine, looking around them, “What?”

P

“They’d apply it to their clothes?” Asked Michonne, as Carl told them about Clementine.

“Yeah, it’s crazy.” Carl looked down, before frowning, “What’s Kenny like?”

“You mean aside from constantly swearing and being an asshole over the cars?” Asked Rick, “He hasn’t spoken much. But he’s mentioned some other communities.”

“Really?” Carl looked up, “Where?”

“He mentioned a place called Wellington and a group based in Richmond.” Said Rick, “He called the latter group a cult though.”

Across the settlement, Clementine rummaged around the trunk of her, and Kenny’s, car. Frowning, Clementine pulled out a machete and a large hunting knife. Humming to herself, she put the blades back, and looked in one of the bags.

“What’cha looking for Clem?” Clementine jumped and looked at Carol.

“They need to put a bell on you.” Clementine went back to the trunk, “Kenny and I haven’t gone through the trunk yet, since we were trying to find a quick way to escape some Walkers, look at this,” Clementine pulled a mace out of the bag, “Who the fuck carries this?!”

“A re-enactment society?” Suggested Carol, getting a huff from Clementine, “Have you and Kenny been travelling long?”

“Yeah, we were looking for a boat.” Clementine found a handle in the base of the trunk and pulled it open, “What the fuck?!”

Looking over Clementine’s shoulder, Carol saw a large cache of guns packed together.

“Ooh.” Clementine reached in and picked up a sawn-off shotgun, “Dibs.”

“Is it loaded?” Asked Carol, as Rick walked up to them.

“Is what loaded?” Asked Rick, before spotting the inside of the trunk, “What the hell?”

P

Clementine levelled her shotgun with a Walker’s head and obliterated its skull. Glancing around, she walked back towards Alexandria. Kenny, after some convincing, had agreed that they’d stay in Alexandria for a while longer. Especially since AJ was getting proper food and was around a couple of kids his own age. At the moment, Kenny was away from the community, along with Rick and ten others. Clementine had a bad feeling about their trip, but decided to ignore it, assuming it was nothing.

“You alright, Clem?” Smythe, one of the guards, greeting her when she walked through the gate made her jump.

“Yeah, just thinking.” Clementine looked down the street, frowning at the Walker she’d dealt with last night, “I thought Mike said he was going to move that.”

“Spencer told him to leave it there,” Said Smythe, “Said Rick will need to see it when he gets back.”

Clementine nodded, walking towards the house her, Kenny and AJ were given, getting accosted by Spencer.

“Where were you?” Clementine sighed and looked up at the man.

“I was trying to find where that Walker got in.” Clementine gestured to the corpse, “I couldn’t find a hole, so it could’ve just slipped past whoever was on guard.”

“No, it couldn’t.” Dismissed Spencer, frowning, “Where’d you learn to fight Walkers like that?”

“What?” Clementine frowned, “By kicking their knee?”

Spencer nodded.

“Someone I knew taught me.” Clementine shrugged, she didn’t think she could call Jane her friend, not after what she did, “Do you think they got Maggie to Hilltop?”

“Why else would they be taking so long?”

P

An RV trundled into Alexandria, Clementine spotted Glenn at the wheel. As the vehicle came to a stop, Michonne stepped out, followed by Sasha, Aaron and Carl. Frowning, Clementine got up and walked towards them.

“How’s Maggie doing?” Asked Clementine, as the woman in question stumbled out of the RV.

“Clem,” Glenn walked around the side of the RV, “something happened.”

Clementine recognised the tone, usually it was assigned to Kenny when he did something stupid, “Who’s Kenny punched now?”

“He…” Carl found himself unable to look at her, “We…”

Clementine looked over the group, she assumed Rick, Abraham, Daryl and Kenny were still in the RV, while Eugene and Rosita stepped out of the vehicle. Glancing around, and noticing that Enid was glaring at Carl, Clementine sighed.

“Okay.” Clementine tried to push past them, only for Glenn to grab her shoulder, “Look, whatever stupid thing Kenny’s done—”

“We ran into a group.” Interrupted Glenn, “They…”

“When you say ‘group’ do you mean like another community or a bunch of nutcases?” Asked Clementine, not liking the looks they were giving her.

“They call themselves the Saviors.” Continued Glenn, making Clementine freeze.

“What?”

“You know about them?” Asked Sasha, getting a nod from Clementine.

“Christa and I ran into them a few years ago,” Said Clementine, looking between them, “but they were in northern Georgia and Tennessee. Are… are you sure that’s what they called themselves?”

“Does…” Glenn swallowed, “Does the name Negan mean anything to you?”

Clementine sucked a breath in, “Shit.”

“They took Daryl and he…” Maggie’s voice was weak, “He killed Kenny.”

Clementine felt her throat constrict, shaking her head, “You’re lying.” Without waiting for a response, Clementine pushed her way onto the RV. Rick and Abraham looked at her, while Kenny’s lifeless, and headless, body lied on the floor between them.

P

Clementine stood near Negan, watching as he gutted Spencer. She didn’t react when Rosita tried to kill Negan, only for her to be knocked to the ground by one of his thugs. He demanded to know who made the bullet, before ordering the same thug to kill someone. Clementine didn’t know Denise very well, but she knew she didn’t deserve to die.

Seizing her chance, Clementine rushed at Negan, raising her knife to stab him. Negan got stabbed in the arm, which earned Clementine a backhand.

“Don’t you people lear—” Negan stopped abruptly, recognising Clementine, “Well, holy shit! I know you! You’re that little girl that stabbed me.”

Clementine glared up at him.

“I got a nasty scar on my back because of you.” Negan looked at the thug, “Gimme your machete.”

Clementine quickly scrambled to her feet, picking up her knife with her left hand. She went to stab him again, only for him to grab her left forearm and slam it on the pool table he and Spencer had been using.

“I think this is appropriate.” Grinned Negan, before bringing the machete down on Clementine’s left wrist.

Letting out a scream, Clementine tried to wrench her hand free, only for Negan to tighten his grip and add more force to his chopping. As soon as her left hand had been severed, he let her go and she stumbled back, holding the stump of her left arm close to her chest.

“You know what?” Negan looked around, “I think we’ve had enough killing for one day. Someone make sure she don’t bleed to death.”

P

“What were you thinking?” Asked Glenn, as he tended to her arm.

“He killed Kenny.” Said Clementine, “I got the drop on Negan before, I thought I could do it again.”

“Well,” Carl looked at her, “You didn’t.”

“Oh, gee Carl, why don’t you point out something else that’s obvious?”

“It was stupid.”

“Stop it!” Glenn raised his voice, “Arguing isn’t going to help any of us!”

“Where’s my hand?” Asked Clementine, looking at Glenn, “Where is it?”

“It should still be on the pool table.” Said Enid, making Clementine wrench her bandaged stump from Glenn’s grip and stalk outside.

A couple minutes later, Clementine returned with her dismembered hand and threw it at Carl.

“Okay!” Yelled Glenn, as he got up, “Both of you, homes, now!”

Carl and Clementine glared at each other, before Enid decided to guide Clementine back to her home.

P

Clementine looked down at the knife that’d been welded to a metal cast, as Rick fastened it to her arm.

“Daryl’s brother had something similar.” Said Rick, before looking around, “Why’d you try and take a stab at Negan?”

“I met someone like him before,” Said Clementine, “A guy called Carver. He’s the one that took Kenny’s eye. I thought, if I could, I dunno, injure him enough, I could trick the Saviors to fight amongst themselves.”

Rick sighed, before looking over at the dead Scavengers. They’d tried to form an alliance with the other communities, he didn’t know what would’ve happened if The Kingdom and Hilltop hadn’t come through.

“Do you think Jadis is still alive?” Asked Clementine, staring down at her shotgun.

“I don’t know.” Confessed Rick, “Maybe.”

“I mean, I hit her in the gut and blew the head off that other one.” Continued Clementine, “Thinking on it, I could’ve taken Negan out.”

Rick nodded, before looking around, “How many?”

Clementine shrugged, “I heard Glenn and Abraham were still counting. How’s Michonne?”

Rick sighed, “Carl hasn’t left her. We’re hoping she’ll pull through.”

P

“Where’re you going?” Asked AJ, making Clementine jump.

“I’m watching Carl’s back, I’ll be back soon.” Said Clementine, before slipping out of Alexandria. She followed Carl, before coming to a stop as he started talking to a man.

“So,” Said Clementine, getting Carl and the man’s attention, “Who’s the boyfriend?”

P

“The sewers are practically deserted.” Said Carl, as he led Siddiq towards the gap, “Maggie and Aaron came through here a while ago and Clementine found it after a Walker got in.”

“Really?” Asked Siddiq, looking back at Clementine.

“The same day I heard that…” Clementine trailed off, unsure on what to call Kenny, before continuing, “my dad had been killed.”

“I’m sorry.” Apologised Siddiq, “I didn’t know.”

“Don’t worry.” Clementine wave him off, “Besides, you’re not the one that killed him.”

Siddiq nodded, before Clementine looked at Carl, “So, how do you tell your dad?”

“About what?” Asked Carl, shifting, uncomfortably.

“About how you almost got bitten, you’re welcome, by the way, and how you, alone, managed to sneak a stranger into the community, while he and the others were away fighting.” Said Clementine, folding her arms, fully intent on Carl being the only one in trouble, before noticing her missing knife, “Shit.”

“How’re you going to explain your knife going missing?” Asked Carl, giving Clementine a defiant look.

“I hate you.”

P

Clementine limped around the sewers, trying to avoid stepping on anyone. Judith and AJ were with Carl, who was having shrapnel removed from his arm by Siddiq, it turned out he was a doctor. Negan had come by and bombed Alexandria, they lost some people, but the majority had managed to retreat into the sewers. Both Clementine and Carl had been knocked down from the wall by the Saviors bombs, Clementine had twisted her leg, when she landed, but her injuries weren’t too major.

“Clementine?” Rick’s voice got her attention.

“Rick.” Clementine twisted, “Thank fuck. What happened?”

“Gregory sold us out.” Said Rick, “But things went to plan, but they bounced back faster than we expected. The others are at Hilltop, I think. Where’s Carl?”

“He’s getting bits of grenade removed from his arm.” Clemetine pointed in Carl’s direction, “Er, Rick, there’s something you should know. Carl… brought a guy back here. A doctor.”

Rick paused, but nodded, before he and Michonne walked past her.

P

Clementine let out a low whistle, looking around Hilltop, “Nice.”

“Glad you think so.” Said Glenn, limping towards them, “Your new doctor’s looking at the injured and we’ve got some Saviors tied up by the fence. That includes Gregory, by the way.”

“Can I take ‘Kenny’ to him?” Asked Clementine, looking at Rick, grabbing her shotgun.

“No.” Rick shook his head, “Go help Siddiq.”

Clementine glared after Rick, before following his orders. Enid smiled at her, before she helped a patient sit up.

“Clem, can you get some more water, please?” Asked Siddiq, “We’re running a bit low.”

Clementine nodded, grabbing a bucket and heading outside. She nearly bumped into Carl, who was carrying bandages, but managed to avoid falling.

“The Scavengers are all dead,” Clementine heard Rick talking to the others as she filled up the bucket, “Jadis apparently turned after Clementine took ‘Kenny’ to her gut, and the ones that came with me to attack the Saviors were massacred on Negan’s orders.”

“All of them?” Asked Glenn, “Since when has Negan gone all scorched earth?”

“The people at Oceanside said they experienced something similar,” Jesus spoke up, “the Saviors killed every male above the age of ten, maybe they went pulled the same trick.”

Clementine finished filling up the bucket and made her way back inside, she still had a job to do.

P

“So,” Clementine looked at Carl, “troubles in paradise?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asked Carl, scowling at the gun he was cleaning.

“You and your girlfriend seem to be avoiding each other.” Said Clementine, looking over the Militia. There’d been an attack by the Saviors, with their weapons covered in Walker blood, she’d received a tainted crossbow bolt to her left ankle. She was lucky, Glenn had spotted that the bolt was covered in Walker blood, the majority of the wounded were hit on their torso, but those who, like Clementine, were hit on their arms and legs, were able to get the infected limbs amputated.

She heard Rick mention that Dwight had slipped them some more intel, including how Father Gabriel was being held prisoner. Clementine looked around for her crutches

“We broke up.”

Clementine’s head snapped back to look at Carl, “What? Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

P

The war was over. Eugene, one of theirs that had defected to the Saviors, sabotaged the Savior’s bullets. Only Negan tried to fight, resulting in Rick slicing his throat open. Negan was taken into custody, Clementine watched impassively, as Maggie argued with Rick that the man should be killed.

“Clem,” Carl’s voice got her attention, “Are you alright?”

Clementine gave Carl a flat look, “I’m fine.”

Carl looked like he didn’t believe her, he glanced down at her leg, “Are you sure?”

The flat look turned into a glare, “Yes, I’m sure.” She looked over at where the community leaders were talking, “I’m just, trying to come to terms with all this being over.”

“Me too.” Said Carl, “Do you want something to drink?”

“I drank seven jars of moonshine when they cut my leg off, I think they’ll have a problem with it.” Answered Clementine, watching AJ toddle around with Judith, “I’ll be glad when they’d finished rebuilding.”

Carl nodded, before tentatively putting an arm around Clementine’s shoulders. Half-heartedly rolling her eyes, Clementine rested her head on Carl’s shoulder and let out a sigh.

“So…” Carl glanced at Clementine, “are you doing anything tonight?”

“We’re having a moment, don’t ruin it.”

Next Story: What if Lilly was the leader of the Boarding School?

[itsmebytch001]

y/n sneaking and taking aarons car to learn how to drive bc he wont teach her (with a friend that knows how to) and getting caught? i was thinking earth 42 bc miles probably has a motorcycle to chase them down (bc instead of getting out n getting in trouble they jusr drive off full speed)

(I Love this one)

You and Aaron were in a circle, when you asked him 'Dad can you teach me how to drive?' He would say 'yes' but weeks would pass and you still could not bee trusted behind the wheel, then when you would ask for lessons he would say no, because 'why should I pay for them when I could just teach you?' And when you pressed him to actually teach you, or for Miles too he would hit you with the 'We don't have time to teach you!'

So finally you had enough, enough of waiting for your Dad, or Miles to get off their ass and teach you, so you inlisted the help of Musa, her father had been vigilante on teaching her on driving since he was sick of shoeffering her places, drilling the road code into her like a second langue, and now that both Aaron and Miles had left the house, and the car you called her up for assistance.

Calling Musa Harada...

ring

ring

Musa: "hey"

Y/n: "Hi hi...so you know how you can drive?"

Mus: "Just about, yeah why you need going some place?"

Y/n: "No, not yet anyways I was just wondering if you'd be willing to teach me"

Musa: "Can't, Dad's off on buisnesse and took the car"

Y/n: " What about my Dad's car?"

Musa: "Your Dad's car?"

Y/n: "Yeah, who else?"

Musa: "Knowing how your Dad dotes that thing? If we took it out and even got one scratch I think he'd kill us both!"

Y/n: "Yeah...But if your even a half decent teaching I won't get any scratches and all will be fine!"

Musa: " But what if I'm a bad teacher and we crash?"

Y/n: "Are you a bad teacher?"

Musa: "I don't know Iv'e never teached anyone how to drive"

Y/n: "Well now's your chance!"

Musa: "...What's in it for me?"

Y/n: "$250 and Egyptian leftovers!"

Musa: "I'll be over in a hour!"

End of call...

And just as she said Musa was over by your window in a hour, letting her in as her long black hair whisked past your face she asked you...

Musa: "Where are my leftovers?"

Y/n: "In the kitchen damm"

So while Musa stuffed her face and her pockets while you sat beside her on the coach.

Musa: "So how are we getting in your Dad's car?"

You pulled out the shiny key and dangled it in front of her.

Y/n: "Swiped his keys"

Musa: "And he didn't notice? Odd"

Y/n: "I know right? I thought for sure he was gonna catch me but his mind's been else where"

Musa: "Why donsen't your Dad teach you?"

Y/n: "He keeps saying he will but I know he won't, it's a mix of him being busy, and not wanting to admit to himself I'm not a child"

Musa: "Look at you, little therapist"

Y/n: "I know right? You finished with your food?"

Musa: "yeah" She said wiping her lip and dusting herself off as you both made your way out the house and down the fire escape and into the neighbouring ally where at the end of the alley under a rouge tarp was Aarons vintage black Cadillac, his pride and joy after you of course that he had imported from Cuba that he had worked on and off for the past however many years.

Musa: "You sure you wanna do this?"

Y/n: "...Yeah"

Musa: "That sounded very unsure..." she said hands on hips and eye brow raised.

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah whatever"

And once you and Musa got into the car, turned on the engine and pulled out the alley she softly instructed you to press on the accelerator, only for the car to jolt forward once, stop entirley and then start again, only now it took over itself, speeding down the road at 70 an hour.

Musa: "TAKE YOUR FOOT OF THE FUCKING GAS!"

But your foot was already off the gas, your hands weren't even on the wheel but still car kept going straight so fast everything seemed a blur.

Y/n: "I HAVE!!" Musa looked over to see your feet weren't anywhere near the gas pedal.

Musa: "HIT THE BREAKS! HIT THE BREAKS!"

But once you did the car simply kept going, faster and faster with Musa leaning over and swerving the wheel to avoid civillians both of you screaming hysterically as the car took a life of it's own only for Musa to take the wheel to avoid ant fatality's.

Musa: "MOVE!!" She screamed as she swerved the car out of the way of an old woman slowly being shuffled across the road, the war drifts around her while Musa pushes her legs in front of your's to try and stop the car pressing on the breaks only for it to keep going, pressing on the horn again and again to ward people off while you were squished into the window making room for Musa.

Needless to say your reckless driving caught the attention of the Police, you saw their red and blue lights in the side view mirrors and growingly large cars come closer as they sped closer. You heard there groaning siren and the sound of speaker came on.

PD NY Pull Over!!

Musa: "WERE TRYING!!" She screamed out the window obvioulsy not being heard as they continued to chase.

As the car made it's way down road and down under the bridge Musa while trying to avoid people had stuck several other cars thankfully not seriously hurting anyone.

Y/n: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Musa: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CAR?!" She yelled pressing the break again and again while looking down at her feet.

Y/n: "Musa! Watch out!" Musa looked up to see she was around drive off a ten foot drop, but instead swerved the car into a bridge piller, finally bringing it to a stop, the air bags kick in while you both slammed your heads into the air cushions.

PD NY COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!

And so, while both concussed and deeply shaken you emergred from the reck alive and with your hands up...

While you and Musa sat in jail with ice packs for your swollen heads you apologized again and again to her for almost killing you both with Aarons strange car, you requested a phone call, meanwhile Aaron had just gotten home.

He opened the door where he would usually see you on the couch, or in your room but the house was empty, he called out for you.

Aaron: "Y/n...Ay Y/n you home...?" Only to be met with nothing.

ring

ring

Aaron picked up the phone with no caller id.

You are reciving a call from PDNY Brooklyn's 99th brough holding center from 'Y/n Davis' Press one to answer..

Y/n: "Da-"

Aaron: "What have you done?"

Y/n: "Hiiii Dad...So you know how you wouldn't teach me to drive?"

Aaron: "Jesus christ Y/n..."

Y/n: "So me and Mus-"

Musa poked you in the back.

Musa: "Don't drag me into this"

Y/n: "But you were there!"

Musa: "This is your fault!"

Y/n: "Yeah yeah" You turned away from Musa and back to the phone.

Y/n: "Uhhh, So We took out the car..."

Aaron: "As in My Cadillac?"

Y/n: "Yeah...and we might have, I might have crashed it into a bridge pillar"

Aaron: "WHAT?! I..I Oh My God, are you okay, is Musa okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah were oka-"

Aaron: "Than WHAT were you THINKING?! You took out my car and crashed it? Did you break in?!!"

Y/n: "Nooo...I swiped your keys"

Aaron: "Oh my God...Y/n why WHY would you do that?! "

Y/n: "It's not my fault it crashed, it literally would not stop going!"

Aaron: "Y/n...I don't DRIVE that car because THE BREAKS DO NOT WORK!"

Y/n: "Yeah I figured that out! Why do you still have it?!"

Aaron: "FOR COLLECTION!"

Y/n: "Why would you collect a car?"

Aaron: "Where is it now?"

Y/n: "what?"

Aaron: "The CAR!"

Y/n: "Oh uh...I think it's been in pounded"

Aaron: "Oh My God...Oh my god Y/n I can't with you right now-"

Y/n: "But Da-"

Call ended

Musa: "So?"

Y/n: "He hanged up!"

Musa: "He hanged up?! So were stuck here?"

Y/n: "Yep"

Musa: "Oh my GOD!"

So for around half a hour later while you and Musa sat misreablley in the holding center the door opened for a police officer to reveal themselves.

Y/n Davis and Musa Harada?

Musa: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "Yeah?"

Your bail's been paid your free to go...

As so while you and Musa exited the holding cell you saw Miles leaning against the wall all none chalant.

Y/n: "MILES! Thank you SOSO much your paying our bail!"

Miles: "I didn't, Your Dad did, sent me to come get you, I think it's best if you stay at mine Y/n your Dad is pissed, Musa come on I'll drop you home"

Musa: "Oh...thanks Miles!"

Requets are open!

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter twenty-six

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 2.5k

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In the morning, it's obvious we all hardly got any sleep. Funnily enough, my ankle is starting to feel slightly better, so maybe it's not actually broken. I hope.

Pope leaves to go get gas for the boat, and JJ and Kie go to find the keys for The Phantom. I hide in a cupboard in the back of the restaurant, just in case anyone comes by.

I didn't realize I fell asleep back there until someone is opening the cupboard.

"Snowy? Are you asleep?" It's Kie.

"No, I'm up." I lie, crawling out and standing against the counter.

"We got the keys, it's like two so we have to hurry to get the boat and meet John B. Pope will meet us at the boat." She explains and I nod, limping after her. We grab a bunch of food, enough for the three of us to survive for two weeks, and head out to the car. As we walk out the door, we see Kie's parents getting out of their truck.

"Kiara, oh my god Kiara, where have you been?" Her mom says, quickly approaching us.

"Oh shit..." JJ says, helping me into the car on the other side.

"Mom, mom I'm fine, okay? We slept here." Kie tells her mom, still getting into the car.

"We were out all night looking for you- we thought you were dead!"

Kie sighs. "I know, but I'm okay. We're fine, but I have to go." She explains as her mom talks over her, begging her not to go.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I have to help my friends, I love you, I'm sorry." Kie says, almost in tears as she closes the door and starts the car, her mom banging on the window for her to open it as we drive off.

We all sit in silence for most of the drive.

When we arrive, Kie climbs in the back seat with me as the boys get out. "Here, I got some stuff to wrap up your foot. It should help.." Kie said, gesturing for me to lift my leg up onto the seat.

Eventually we get my shoe off and Kie wraps my foot tightly with a tensor bandage. By the time it's wrapped up, JJ has hitched the boat to the car.

"I just hope it runs." Kie says, hopping out and walking over to JJ.

"Oh, she'll start. This is the fastest thing that Kildare has ever seen, faster than any of the cutters that the boys in blue have got. The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under sixteen hours." JJ says proudly, placing his hands on his hips as I sit with my legs hanging out of the car watching.

"If you say so." I agree, smiling over at him.

"It's kind of a junker." Kie says, arms crossed.

"Let me put it this way- you ladies would not be smoking weed if she never existed." JJ says, smiling over at me.

Just then, we hear a motorcycle engine and a door open on the other side of the boat.

"Pope, finally." Kie says, getting up to walk over to where he was with a smile on her face, when Rafe walks around the corner.

"Oh no- oh shit." I mumble to myself, scrambling to get out of the car as Rafe walks out instead of our friend. No way he's just here to wave us off.

"Hey there, what's goin' on?" Rafe says, a fake smile on his face. "JJ, nice to see you again." He says as Kie turns back, walking towards us again quickly, panic drawn across her features.

We turn back when we hear a whistle from behind us now, and I instantly recognize Barry- the man who held a gun to my head not too long ago. Surprise surprise, he's got one now.

"Well, well.." He says, cocking the gun and pointing it right at JJ who raises his hands. "See, don't think I forgot about you and me on the side of the road." He says, getting closer.

"I'm here, because I want my motherfuckin' money!" Barry says angrily, hitting JJ across the face.

I gasp and jump a little, covering my mouth.

"JJ? JJ!" Kie is yelling at him now as Rafe walks up to me quickly.

"Rafe, no, don't..." I say, trying to back away.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as I try to wiggle out of his grip. "Tell me where John B is." He says and I shake my head. "Tell me where he is and I can fix this. You don't have to be so impulsive and fucking run off with no plan. Just let me help."

"I don't know- I swear we don't know."

"Snowy..." He chuckles a little. "Do you actually think I'm stupid?"

"Get off her!" Kie says, walking up and trying to pull me out of his grasp, but it's hardly making a difference.

"Tell me where John B is and she's all yours." Rafe insists, but I know that's not true.

"We don't fucking know! How many times do we have to say it!" Kie insists and he sighs, dropping his head back.

"You guys actually expect me to believe that? Seriously?"

"We know what your father did." Kie says, fully angry now. Rafe lets me go and I stumble out of the way, trying not to hurt my foot anymore. I look over and see Barry beating on JJ, who's now laying on the ground. I feel a pang in my chest- I hate seeing him hurt, but I know there is nothing I can do.

Rafe steps closer to Kie, not saying anything. "He murdered Sheriff Peterkin!" Kie shouts, suddenly slapping him across the face. I stand there and watch in disbelief as he quickly grabs her throat, lifting her head and pushing her back.

"I wish you hadn't said that..." Rafe says, and I can see that Kie can hardly breathe.

"Rafe! Let her go! Are you kidding me?" I say, stepping closer and trying to push him back, but it's like he can't see me. Or hear me. He's so deep in his own head I truly believe he doesn't know I'm here.

"Don't you ever say those fucking words again." Rafe says, looking briefly over at me and shoving Kie backward, letting her go.

"We're getting out of here." He grumbles, grabbing me again now.

"No, no. Rafe let me go..." I say, just noticing now that I'm crying.

"Snowy, I'm not letting you go. I can't do it." Rafe says, a low growl in his tone. "Tell me where John B is and I will fix this."

I shake my head as I watch JJ get thrown back on the floor as Barry yells at him. "Fine- we'll talk about this at home." Rafe is lifting me off the ground now, dragging me back towards the door. Just then, he drops me as I feel his legs give out and he screams out in pain. I turn and look, and see Pope standing there with a crowbar.

"Don't touch her!" Pope yells, hitting him again.

"Pope! Pope stop!" I shout, reaching out as Kie helps me up and Rafe knocks the crowbar out of his hands.

They begin fighting, and I watch as Barry hits JJ again before noticing that Rafe was getting into it with Pope now.

"Hey!" He yells, getting up and JJ grabs his leg, pulling him down and making him drop the gun.

"Kie! Kick it! Kick it!" JJ yells at her and she runs over, kicking it out of the way.

I look back at my boyfriend as Pope is absolutely beating the crap out of him.

"Pope- stop!" I try and grab him but he shakes me off.

"Pope? Hey, Pope? That's enough!" Kie tries to get his attention now. We watch as he lays punch after punch on my boyfriend.

"Hey, man, Pope, he's had enough, stop!" JJ says, finally free from Barry to come and intervene, seeing that Rafe is in such bad shape he's no longer a threat.

"JJ do something!" I say, totally panicked now. I feel myself hyperventilating as I look at Rafe laying on the ground, and Pope proceeds to grab a rope and pull it back around his neck. I feel like I could throw up.

I turn away as my friends try to stop him- I feel like I can't move. Eventually, it gets quiet, and I see Kie and JJ pulling Pope away. I feel myself crawling quickly to Rafe's side, where he's laying on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

"Rafe? Rafe? Hey, can you hear me?" I ask, kneeling over him and placing one hand on his cheek as he coughs. He's clearly been spitting out blood- it's covering his face. "You're gonna be okay- you're gonna be fine." I tell him as he looks up at me- I'm sure right now he can't talk.

He pulls me down on top of him into a hug, his hand in my hair as it falls down over both of us. I shake as I cry in his arms- how am I the one who's crying right now? My best friend just tried to kill him- he should hate me.

"Snowy- we've got to go right now." JJ says, and I feel his hand on my back. "I'm sorry- we have to go."

I feel Rafe hold me tighter in a desperate attempt to keep me from leaving, despite him being unable to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." I cry, trying to pull away. After taking so many hits from Pope, and with a crowbar too, he's weak enough for me to get up.

JJ pulls me into a hug and quickly guides me away, and I look back over my shoulder pretty much the whole way to the car. Just as we're driving out of the garage with the Phantom, I see Rafe sitting up and wiping his eyes. It hurts me to see him cry. to know that I'm the one who made him cry. I feel sick.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

We make it to the meeting spot, and my eyes are still burning from tears and my throat stinging as I sit silently on the dock. If i had a dollar for every time this summer I vomited from anxiety after seeing someone I love almost die at the hands of one of my best friends- I'd have two dollars. Not a huge amount by any means, but still way too much in my opinion. We had to stop for about five minutes on the drive over here, otherwise, I would have puked in Kie's car.

I run over our plan over and over again in my head while we're waiting for John B and the boys are readying the boats. Last night, I convinced Kegs to take a boat from the Camerons for JJ and I to take; our plan right now is to take it somewhere where it will be spotted, and we can take the cops off John B's tail so he can escape, and then he'll meet us in Mexico.

I'm turning over the note Kegs left for me on the boat, having read it about a hundred times.

Snowy,

Stay safe. We love you.

Until we see you again (in this life or the next),

Kegs

My heart shatters every time I read it, but it never changes.

I look up when I hear sirens approaching, and quickly stand up.

"Shit, they've got him." JJ says, and we all assume the 'act natural' pose- as we don't have time to run. Not that it will work, since we're in the presence of a stolen boat. As the police truck pulls up, we all look at each other with panic in our eyes, that is until John B steps out. I sigh a breath of relief as he turns off the vehicle.

"Wait- no way." JJ says in disbelief.

"No way!" Pope laughs a little.

"I'm sorry, uh.." Kie chuckles.

"Shoupe let me take it for a spin." The brunette explains, pulling his backpack over his shoulder.

"Okay, that's believable." I smile, holding my arms out for a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay..." I say as John B pulls me into a hug.

"It wasn't easy bro, but we got The Phantom for you." JJ says, patting him on the back. "She runs like she was made yesterday." He adds and tosses him the keys.

"Where's Sarah?" He asks us, and we all look at each other.

"She's not with you?"

"No, no. We got separated in the swamp. She said she was going to meet me here." John B insists.

"We haven't seen her..." I shake my head.

"Yeah, we haven't seen her man." Pope says.

"Okay, well I'm not leaving without her."

"John B, look at me." JJ says, "I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot to Dismal Swamp, okay?" He starts firing off the plan. "Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks, then go overland. Snowy and I will take a long way and meet you after you cross the border at Brownsville. You got that?"

John B has a vacant look in his eyes. When he doesn't respond, JJ grabs his face. "You got that? Brownsville."

"Yeah, yeah. Brownsville." John B nods as thunder rumbles across the sky.

"All right, saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this." JJ says and I hold out my arms to hug my friends goodbye.

Kie instantly pulls me into her chest. "I love you, I'll see you soon, okay?" She says and I nod slightly, feeling tears come back to my eyes.

"I love you so much, Kie." I respond, hugging her tight. I pull away after a moment and look her in the eyes as we both start to cry. I laugh a little as I let her go, moving on to Pope.

I press my head into his chest and hold him tight. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop." He mumbles into my hair, rubbing my back.

"You scared me." I admit. "Don't go all tough on me now." I laugh slightly, I know if he can apologize, he's okay.

"Take care of Anna for me, yeah?" I joke, trying to change the subject and he laughs. "Do me a favor- if you don't have her blocked, will you teach them how to surf? That's all they wanted this summer."

Pope nods as he lets me go. "Of course." He smiles sadly. "Good luck, Snowy. We'll see you on the other side." He says and I nod, wiping my tears.

I turn and grab John B's arm right before he gets into The Phantom after hugging everyone. I go to say something, but I don't get the chance before he's hugging me again. "We're gonna get through this." He says, his lips pressed to my head.

"We've got this." I agree. "I'll see you soon. Stay safe." I say, pulling away and looking up at the boy who has grown to be my best friend. If you told me on the day I met him that one day he would be wanted for murder, I definitely wouldn't believe it. I honestly don't believe it now.

"You too." He replies, getting into the boat as I turn and see JJ holding out his hand to me from the other.

"Your carriage, Snow White." He jokes, but I can see his eyes are red too after hugging our friends goodbye.

"I think that's Cinderella." I laugh slightly as I take his hand, stepping into the boat and he starts it up.

"I'm gonna go say bye to Sarah, plan is still on, though!" John B shouts over the boat motors as we start to pull away from the dock.

"Brownsville!" JJ shouts back and John B gives him a thumbs up, going the opposite direction as us.

We drive away without a word shared between us, and I rest my head on JJ's shoulder after I pull on his spare hoodie and tuck all my hair into the hood.

We hear sirens behind us as we head just out of sight of the dock, where Pope and Kie are standing.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

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[random-writerings]

The Naughty List

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x OC (Zoya Petrova)

Prompt: "You're going on Santa's naughty list."

Set: between IW and Endgame

Word Count: 0.9k

“Alright, be careful,” Zoya warned with a laugh. 

Daisy grimaced. “I'm starting to regret this.” 

She was sitting in front of Zoya, gripping the motorcycle handlebars tightly. Daisy had been joking for weeks about taking Zoya’s bike 'out for a spin’ until she eventually relented. 

Well, sort of. They were only driving around the parking lot of the Avengers compound, but close enough. And Zoya would be on hand to reach forward and take over if Daisy lost control. Nothing could go wrong. She hoped.

“You'll be fine. I'm right here.” Zoya rubbed her waist reassuringly. “Now, turn the ignition. Squeezed the clutch … and push the engine start button.” She pointed at each part as she spoke, with Daisy dutifully following her instructions. The engine roared to life beneath them. “Now, turn the throttle towards you, slowly.”

Daisy did just that and they began to move off. A laugh escaped her lips as they rode around the parking lot. They weren't going very fast but it was enough to make the already cold air nip their exposed skin. Zoya diligently kept an eye on the asphalt, warning Daisy of upcoming patches of ice so she could avoid them.

“I see why you like this,” Daisy said over her shoulder, careful to keep her eyes ahead of her. “It's … exhilarating.”

“It sure is. Strange to be the one in the backseat, though.” Zoya grinned. “If you want, you can shift it up a gear, go a bit faster.” 

Daisy's smile grew. “Hell yeah.”

The longer they rode, the more Zoya could feel Daisy’s confidence growing. She completely relaxed – her grip on the handlebars loosened up, her shoulders weren't as tense. She seemed to be enjoying herself and that made Zoya very happy; they hadn't had much time to themselves since the Snap, so they seized every opportunity they could.

“Alright, I think we should head inside. It gets dark so early now, huh?

“Well, it is December, дорогая,” Zoya chuckled. “But if you want to stop, that's fine.”

“Yeah, so how do I stop this thing again?” 

“Close the throttle and press the brake pedals.”

Daisy hummed in acknowledgement. She glanced away from the space ahead for a moment, looking down to make sure her feet were in the right place, but it was long enough. 

The front tire ran over a patch of black ice, causing the bike to skid. Daisy froze up, unsure what to do. Zoya reacted faster, stretching forward to grab the handlebars. She guided them to a stop just before they hit the cars lined up outside the garage.

They both breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't see –” 

“Don't worry,” Zoya cut her off gently. “It happens all the time. Are you okay?” Her eyes searched Daisy’s, concerned. 

“Yeah, I'm fine. Little shaken, but nothing serious.” Daisy attempted a small smile. Then her eyes widened. “Did I damage your bike?”

They stood up to inspect it and Daisy winced at the small scratch on the black paintwork.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“Hey, like I said, it's okay. It's just a scratch, no serious damage. And even if there was,” she stepped towards Daisy, wrapped her arms around her waist, “it's not more important than your safety.”

“You know, you really have gone soft,” Daisy teased lightly. 

Zoya grinned. “Yeah. Totally your fault.” Then she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend sweetly. It was only when she felt Daisy's hot breath on her face that Zoya realised just how cold she was. When they pulled away, she rested her forehead against Daisy's. “We should really head inside, I'm freezing.”

“Me too.” Daisy shivered.

As Zoya grabbed the bike, something caught her eye. She bent down to inspect it further and realised that the back tire had hit one of the cars. A small dent now adorned the bumper of the bright red car. 

“Uh oh, I think we've damaged this car. We should probably let the owner …” she trailed off, suddenly realising who the car belonged to, “... know.”

Daisy's eyes widened. “Oh no.”

The car they had hit was a certain cherry-red 1962 Chevrolet Corvette – Coulson's beloved Lola.

“Oh, you're definitely going on Santa's naughty list for that,” Zoya joked.

“Naughty list be damned. He's going to kill me.” Daisy just stared at the dent in horror. Then she frowned. “Hang on, why are you blaming me? You're the one who stopped the bike.”

“Yeah, but you were the one driving. Technically.”

“And who's fault is that? You convinced me –”

“You've been asking for ages –”

“And I failed my driving test, so that's on you.” 

Zoya opened her mouth to retort but paused. “Hang on, what? You failed …? But, you lived in a van …”

Daisy just shrugged. “Also, it's your bike, so your responsibility.”

Zoya blinked at her, unable to argue back. 

“Both of you are at fault.” They turned around to see May standing in the garage doorway, her arms crossed. Daisy cursed under her breath. 

“May, we didn't mean –”

“We're really sorry –”

May held up her hand and they shut their mouths. Her eyes scanned them and Zoya's stomach flipped. Only May was able to make her this nervous. 

“I saw the whole thing. It was an accident, and I'm sure Coulson will understand.” She paused, contemplating. “But, in the spirit of Christmas, I won't tell him if you don't.”

“He'll notice eventually.” Daisy played with her hands anxiously. 

A small hint of a smile pulled at the corners of May’s lips. “When he does, I'll just tell him it was Stark.” She turned away but paused, glancing over her shoulder at them. “That's the only present you're getting from me this year.”

“Fair enough.” Zoya nodded.

“Thanks, May.” Daisy smiled, her shoulders slumping in relief. 

“Now, get inside, both of you. It's getting cold.”

Zoya and Daisy exchanged a smile and rushed inside, eager to warm up. 

~~~

дорогая  - dear

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𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈)

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Eva just wanted to escape Jasper after she graduated high school, but recent circumstances have made it seem like an impossible endeavor. She's seen things she shouldn't have, heard things that should never be said, and felt things she should never feel. Maybe she'll make it out on top, or drown from the hauntings of her past. or An inside look into every character of TFP, their grief, struggle, past and present, through the eyes of my OC (with a little romance). *TW for abuse, psychological and physical trauma, kidnapping & death*

wc: 4941

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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The warm breeze brushed against her skin and ruffled her hair. Eva closed her eyes, cherishing the rare moment of freedom. One hand softly brushed through the strands of her wavy hair, while the other shielded her from the glare of the setting sun. She gazed at the desert in the distance, noting every cliff, cactus, and tumbleweed she could make out as she waited. The jingling of bells at the entrance of the K.O. Drive-In finally brought her out of her trance. Turning her head, she watched as Jack locked the door behind him before heading towards her.

The lean, somewhat muscular, boy ruffled his dark hair and patted his shirt as he walked down the sidewalk. Grabbing a nearby ladder, he propped it against the back wall and climbed up to the roof of the of the Drive-In. Sitting next to her, Jack flashed a heartfelt smile. His droopy eyes managed to widen, straight eyebrows rose and his dull face brightened.

Eva folded her dangling legs and shifted to face her body towards him before she asked, “Are you going to the dance tonight?”

He replied, “Like I told my mom, no. Experience suggests I should never cut a rug.”

With a slight chuckle, she continued, “How’s the job? Saved up enough for that bike yet?”

“If only Vince paid for his food, then I could probably afford it in about a couple hundred years.”

“Well, you can only do so much. Don’t worry though, when I get out of here I’ll help you get a bike.” Looking down, she points to a sleek, blue motorcycle parked right in front of the entrance. “Maybe even a sweet ride like that.”

Following her gaze, Jack glanced at the vehicle. “I’ve never seen that around.”

“Me neither. Wanna check it out? Maybe even–”

“No, I’ll just check it out.”

Jack made his way back down the ladder, helping Eva jump down from its creaky ridges as he did. In a hurry, he rushed over the the motorbike and set his lustful gaze on it. He delicately felt the seat, touching the unscratched leather surface with the palm of his hand. He moved further down, the sensation of cold metal against his skin raising goosebumps on his arm.

Entranced by the vehicle he whispered, “I love you,” before announcing, “It may take a few K.O. paychecks, but I am going to own a ride like you someday.”

“Ah, there’s the Jack I know!” Eva exclaimed, leaning against a lamp pole as she watched him.

As he began to sit on it, Eva rushed towards him, warning, “You shouldn’t play with things that aren’t yours you know.”

“Oh, come on. Just sit and imagine with me. The wind beneath your hair, as you feel the breeze caressing your face, the–”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get on, Shakespeare.”

Rolling her eyes, Eva sat on the bike, leaning her head against Jack’s back. She intertwined her fingers after her arms looped around his waist and lifted her legs to fit on the passenger foot pedals. Jack adjusted his grip on the handles, pretending as though he was going to drive it. Just as he was about to get up, the engine suddenly revved to life. Thinking it was an accident, Eva let out a chuckle.

She heard more engine noises coming from behind her, prompting her to turn her head. Two sets of blinding headlights were facing them. Before Eva could inform Jack, the bike backed itself onto the road and began to drive between the two cars. Caught off guard by the sudden motion, Jack tried to adjust himself so he wouldn’t fall off the bike as Eva held him tight.

She was too stunned to make a sound as she looked back to see the same cars tailing them. After jumping a few red lights and turning into random streets, the bike swerved into an alleyway, screeching to a halt. Both Jack and Eva took this as a sign to promptly jump off of it.

Heart racing, Jack questioned, “What are you?”

The breeze grew calmer, the alley became almost dead silent, and the bike’s engine died down to a hum. The few seconds of stillness were deathly painful, but what came next was utterly inexplicable.

The bike threatened, “I don’t exist. Tell anyone about me and I will hunt you down.”

Eva, ever more curious than cautious yelled, “WAIT–” but before she could finish, the bike was already gone.

Moments later, Jack and Eva broke out into a sprint attempting to escape from the two cars that had tailed them earlier. Eva panted furiously, losing her breath too quickly for her frantically beating heart to cope. Her legs moved almost automatically, barely touching the ground as they did. She looked to her side to see Jack sitting on the strange motorbike that had left them helpless.

Jack leaned to the left trying to grab hold of her hand as he yelled, “Hop on!” Though it took a few attempts, Eva was eventually able to jump back into her previous position behind Jack. Sweat ran down her neck and her cheeks were painted with a furious blush, yet her heart had finally begun to ease its pace. Strands of her hair stuck to her face, partially obstructing her vision, and the sheer exhaustion from the workout had left Eva falling in and out of consciousness. Jack’s reassuring voice became blurred into the background as she struggled to keep her eyes alert and open. She continued to resist the urge to give in to her fatigue but eventually fainted.

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Silence. It was all Eva could hear. Her body remained motionless lying on a hard concrete surface. The soft breeze blew dust on her face, forcing her to jerk forward and relentlessly cough. Disoriented, Eva swung her head from side to side, frantically searching for Jack or the bike that she was with earlier. All she was met with was the sight of dry leaves rustling in the distance. There was no voice to be heard for miles, no person to be seen anywhere, there was only her. Alone.

Laying back down, Eva looked up at the moon surrounded by billions of twinkling stars. Though the sky wasn’t as illuminated as it had been when the sun had shone, this night brought about a magical and rare sight. She was left in a secluded area, where not a single street lamp or traffic light could be seen, only miles and miles of an empty canal. It seemed that tonight, even the Moon decided to be accompanied.

“What the hell am I doing here?” Like nails on a chalkboard, her voice croaked. The dryness of her throat left her to sound like a piano out of tune, so horrendous to her own ear that she immediately shut her mouth and pursed her lips.

Jack wouldn’t leave me…but then what am I doing here alone? No. I refuse to believe that Jack would abandon me. Did the bike kidnap him? But why him and not me?

Eva’s attempt to grasp her situation was a futile endeavor given the scarcity of information she had so, to momentarily wallow in her self-pity, she rolled over to her side.

Something a few meters ahead caught her eye. Her curiosity overpowering her tiredness allowed her to hoist herself from the ground. Her tender hands were cut as the weight of her body allowed the broken pieces of concrete and other tiny minerals to jab into it.

Ignoring the thin stream of blood that flowed down her arm and fell from her elbow, Eva trekked forward, following the glow of an object at the other side of the canal. Reaching for the object, she observed the intricate symbols it had carved on the outside. Her blood seeped into its nooks and cracks, dulling the shine of the metallic box under the moonlight. Feeling all sides of the box, she pressed a button that unfolded the beautifully decorated exterior to reveal a book.

It was a leather-bound book, with a gold quill emblem on its cover. A loose piece of leather was wrapped around it, keeping it firmly closed. Seating herself back onto the ground, Eva set aside the exterior, unraveled the piece of leather, and flipped through the book.

She stopped at one page when the blood from her palm trickled and fell, highlighting one word: Megatronus. The mere unfamiliarity of the word enticed her to look into the book further.

Flipping to the beginning, the inside cover revealed the book to be the Covenant of Primus and the foreword beside it explained why it was even written:“To this day I could not tell you the beginning of our story–how Primus came to be, nor why, nor when. Though my curiosity burns me greatly, I have had to be satisfied with looking at the Covenant’s hidden stories, written in codes I cannot decipher, knowing that they exist, and knowing that there was a beginning.

Yes, there is a first page and prior to that there is a blank page. Today, I have set myself the task of translating and editing the Covenant of Primus so that it is meaningful for human contemplation. Since our fates are now entwined as galactic neighbors, you should have the opportunity to gain a greater understanding of who we are and where we have come from. The Covenant is our history–a full and lengthy record–of which this is only a fragment, but I hope that it proves a worthwhile and illustrative fragment that will satisfy your curiosity and allow you to develop a richer understanding of the personalities you have so lately met.

- Alpha Trion”

To Eva, it seemed to just be another immersive sci-fi novel; one that could keep her company for the night. With an aching body and a defeated will, she rested her back against the canal wall and began to read.

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The sun had almost fully risen, and Eva had almost fully finished. The inner corners of her eyebrows were pulled up and together as her eyelids sagged. Cracked lips mouthed the final few words on the last page of the book, as Eva bore her heavy eyes into the ink. Her exhaustion was amplified by the streaks of dried tears on her face leaving her a mess of emotions. Closing the book, Eva winced as the dried blood pulled at the skin of her fingers.

The pain reminded her of her loneliness. Jack had never come to find her, and it seemed at this point, that he never would. Though no one had any obligation to her other than herself, the thought of being completely alone was maddening. Yet, she reminded herself that to wallow in self-pity would be to condemn herself to struggle. Finally mustering the strength to leave, Eva repackaged the book into the box, just as she had found it, and carried it with her on her walk home.

A couple of hours later, she was able to relax in her bathtub. She had vigorously scrubbed off the dried blood from her forearm, flinching every time the soap water touched her wound. She then completely submerged her face in an attempt to let the fatigue fall and flow in the muddy water in which she lay. The heat from the bath relaxed her body, softening the roughness in her hands and feet. Begrudgingly emerging from the heavenly water, Eva passed out on the living room couch, wrapping herself in a fleece blanket to cuddle with.

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What the hell did I do? I just left her there and–

Rising his head from between his folded hands, Jack’s thoughts were interrupted at the sight of Eva walking into the classroom. The teacher seemed to be berating her about something, presumably her tardiness, but Jack was more concerned with how she looked to be. There were specks of dried blood littered across the length of her arm, the brown hues of it almost blending into her tan skin. Her eyes had visible bags under them and her mouth was very apparently set in a frown.

The school bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. As everyone rushed out, Jack stayed by the door waiting. Before Eva even took a step past the classroom entrance, Jack pleaded, “I’m so sorry.”

Eva seemed indifferent to his apology, if you could even call it that, and replied with a nod. Jack continued, “OK, let me explain. The motorcycle we were on turned into a robot and started fighting the cars that were chasing us. Then, one of the motorcycle’s friends tried to help but because they were losing, me and Raf ran. I tried to carry you, but before I could, one of the bad robots got you, and I…I thought you had died.”

Tilting his head to face her again, Jack was met with a bewildered expression. The shock was apparent on Eva’s face as she tried to process the outlandish story that Jack had just recounted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I believe you.”

As she moved to hug him, she whispered, “And, I’m glad we’re both OK.”

Jack took it as an opportunity to feel her arm where the remains of what seemed to be dried blood originated from. Slowly moving his fingers, all he could feel was her soft skin. Chalking it up to some dirt, Jack dropped his arm and released himself from her embrace to reply, “Me too.”

Eva headed out first, striking conversation with Miko Nakadai about her latest sketches near the entrance steps as Jack headed towards a smaller kid named Rafael Esquivel. Eventually, as the school parking lot began to empty out, Eva set out to get home and catch up on all the work that she had missed. One day of skipping school wouldn’t hurt her grades, but she knew that this sort of thing couldn’t happen again if she wanted to get into a good college.

She wanted to go somewhere far away, preferably the East Coast. Maybe somewhere that was colder than it was warm, after all, her favorite season was winter. And of course, she had to be surrounded by a student body who cared about their future as much as she did hers. It wasn’t that she hated Jasper, it was rather what the town represented.

“Your old man ain’t back yet?” A gruff voice from behind her boomed.

“Aren’t you tired of asking that every day even when you know the answer, Silas?” The man, Silas, quickened his heavy steps to be at Eva’s side. He kept his eyes forward as he continued, “Never. Now tell me, why didn’t you come home last night.”

“I don’t need to tell you. After all, we’re technically estranged.”

“Just because I’m not close to my brother, doesn’t mean I can’t have a relationship with my favorite niece.”

“Your only niece.”

“Listen kid, as much as that asshole may not care for you, I do. You’re family. Always remember that.”

“ I was out partying. OK?”

“Fine, don’t tell me. Just…let me know you’re safe every once in a while.”

“Yes, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“Alright, I won’t bother you any longer.”

Eva waved goodbye to the older man. She smiled at the reassurance that she had at least one parental figure in her life and that he would always check up on her every month. It was one of the very few constant routines in her life, and though she felt guilty disobeying her parents, she wouldn’t change a thing.

●・○・●・○・●

After finishing all her work on Saturday, Eva thought that she deserved to treat herself by heading to the Drive-In to eat out. She had her beachy waves down to compliment her jeans and tank top. Putting on her favorite pair of tennis shoes, Eva began her trek. She put the strange book she had found days prior in a backpack along with a few snacks and water, eager to show Jack.

She hadn’t seen him in a while, so she thought she would be able to bump into him there. At the thought, Eva remembered how Jack had mentioned transforming robots. She would definitely be asking him about that.

When she arrived and sat at one of the booths in the fast-food joint, Eva couldn’t seem to get a hold of Jack at all. She texted, called, and even asked his coworkers if he was a no-show today. He was acting stranger than usual and that worried her enough to wait a few hours for Jack to show up.

When the sun began to set, Eva decided enough was enough and headed to leave. Walking into the parking lot, she noticed a car that looked almost exactly like the one that tailed her and Jack. She tried to take the long way home, turning at every corner she could see and staying near well-lit places, yet that didn’t work at all. The car followed her for about a mile before blatantly accelerating onto the sidewalk and hitting her hard enough to have her pass out.

She was conscious by the time the car had made it onto a strange metallic platform. Though weak, Eva could still move her body to fall out as soon as the door opened. Afraid to look back, she broke out into a mad dash to the nearest door she could find, praying that it was the exit.

To her dismay, when she slipped through one of the automatic doors, she was met with the body of a metallic monster. Its head had a sharp, angular design that resembled a helmet. Its mouth was agape, revealing a set of pointy teeth. Worst of all was the gaping hole surrounded by rusted metal at the robot’s center. Wires and tubes came from the ceiling into every part of its body. It was dying.

There was no time to sympathize. Eva had to figure out where she was and how she would get back home. Reaching into her jeans pocket, Eva tried to turn it on to dial 911, yet she realized her phone had died. There was no way out anymore, for the automatic door no longer opened in her presence either and she had no idea who she was dealing with. Why would robots want to kidnap her?

Deciding that there was nothing she could do at the moment, Eva climbed up the platform to seat herself against the ledge of the metal bed the robot was lying on. She crossed her legs, leaned back against the frame, and took out the Covenant. There was nothing else to do, and rather than allowing her mind to succumb to her fear, Eva thought she could re-read the book.

Everything seemed so surreal. This robot, her kidnapping, and Jack’s strange behavior. Things were changing, and Eva hated change. Reaching into her bag for something to calm her, she felt the strange book and recalled the vivid stories it contained. The characters, they didn’t seem fantastical anymore. Maybe if she studied the book then she could gain some semblance of understanding. Flipping the book to the first page, Eva chose to read it with more intent. She began to pronounce each word aloud to help her remember all that she would learn. And if not for that, then she would speak to give her creepy companion some company.

●・○・●・○・●

The descriptions of these characters, the Cybertronians, seemed to resemble the robots that Eva had seen thus far, and that scared her. Closing the book and placing it back into her bag, Eva moved closer to the metal giant’s face. It had so many dents and scratches that it made her wonder if he was one of these characters.

She heard thunderous echoing footsteps in the hallway, warning her of the danger she was still in. She scrambled down from the metallic bed and hid in a spacious nook below the deck, just far enough to not catch anyone’s sight.

“Lord Megatron seems to be making some progress, but he is still far from waking. Soundwave?” A tall, slender robot with a vibrant crimson color scheme announces.

The blue and silver robot beside him, Soundwave, remained silent. His digital-like face had brainwave graphics displayed, soon replaced with a thumbs-up directed to the red robot. Both had a grayish insignia embedded into their shoulders. It was shaped with a sharp edge pointing on both ends resembling a trident that framed a menacingly angular face.

They stayed for a few more moments, staring at Megatron’s still body before heading out. Eva breathed a sigh of relief as they exited. Remaining in her hiding spot, she used her jacket as a blanket and leaned her head against one of its walls, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She could only survive off of snacks for so long, she’d get bored of reading eventually, all she could do was pray that someone could save her.

●・○・●・○・●

A week had passed and every day Eva would follow the same routine. Eat a bite of one of her snacks, drink a sip of water, read for an hour or two to Megatron, drink another sip of water, sleep, and repeat. She had barely any food left now and only a fourth of her water remained.

Her extended slumber was the only anchor to reality she had left. For most of the day, she would keep her eyes closed. Her back would lean against the cold metal wall, shielded from the cool air that spilled from the vents with only her thin jacket. And all she would do was sleep.

In her dreams, she found little solace, for they would always remind her of the life she had. Sometimes she would dream about her times with Jack at the Drive-In. Other times she would recall special bonding moments with her Uncle. One particular memory would always replay. The day her life had changed.

She was ten and playing on the swings. She would push with her legs every time the swing neared the ground and with each thrust, Eva soared higher above. She was flying, as free as a bird with no care in the world.

At her own pace, when her exhilaration wore down, Eva slowed and hopped off the swing in search of her parents. Though the freedom of isolation was exhilarating, she wanted to feel the warmth of company.

It seemed to her that they were playing hide-and-seek, for her thirty-minute-long search became a futile endeavor. When she had finally given up, she didn’t cry, she didn’t throw a tantrum, all she did was sit back on the swing. This time she closed her eyes, shutting her lids tighter with every kick of her feet so she could not be bound by the limits of sight. She wanted to feel freer than a bird, to fly high enough to find her parents wherever they may be.

All of a sudden she was abruptly stopped. Caught by a stranger no less. She knew who this stranger was, but she refused to accept his aid. Her parents always spoke ill of him, and being the loyal little girl she was, she kicked and screamed while his hand held the swing chains firm.

When she lost her shrill voice, the man said, “They’re gone. They left you.”

Her voice had a slight rasp to it as she responded, “They wouldn’t. They’re not like you.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Now, where are they?” He was right.

Before she could respond, Eva would always wake up with tears streaming down her. Though she would never admit it, Eva missed her parents dearly. She didn’t lose them once. It wasn’t like getting lost in a mall or in a public area only to find her parents eventually. No. She lost them every second she was alive in the last six years. Every time she needed them and there was no one there. There was no end to this loss, for they were still alive. She grieved the souls of the living. She loved those who did not love her. And even now, she held onto her memories with them, seeking a comfort that was never there.

But she was able to find that comfort in June. She was the only mother Eva considered, for June helped Eva grow as a woman. She took care of her when she was sick, she cooked so she wouldn’t starve and she loved her like a daughter. Jack was just as welcoming for he was her best friend, her confidant, her brother. They were inseparable for as long as Eva could remember. Though recently Jack had been more distant than usual, Eva would invariably go back to sleep with the hope that they would be OK.

Eva had finished the book for a second time three days into her stay. Thus she opted to talk to Megatron as if he was her personal diary. These ‘conversations’, were the most productive she had ever had. Stuck in her own mind, she began to voice her thoughts, her fears, her desires, her plans, everything. Every once in a while, she would hear a light groan or see a finger twitch as though Megatron was responding to her words. It made her heart skip a beat each time, out of both fear and curiosity.

●・○・●・○・●

The cold is crushing, bitter, and harsh. Her mind aches to be united with her soul as surely as the day moves toward the night. Her stomach churns in deep hunger like a crew battling a monsoon. The wails of their widowed wives are eclipsed by the rumbling emitted from her abdomen. Her peace in darkness was broken with a ceiling light. The storm had died, leaving shallow waters in its wake. The air stilled, kissed with the warmth of comfort. Eva awoke.

A melody of laughter and booming voices emitted from the other side of the sofa. Too weak to hoist herself above the cushions, Eva looked at the ceiling longingly. Their voices were like a secret hidden in plain sight. Close enough to hear, but too far to feel. Yet, their enthusiasm seemed short-lived, for they soon began voicing their regrets.

“…Did my best to finish Megatron’s story. Just couldn’t stick around long enough to see how it ended.”

They must be Autobots if they hate Megatron this much. Speaking of, is he truly dead? Eva’s disappointment scared her out of her wits. What was the tyrant to her, for her to care this much? He was callous and cruel, the Covenant lay a testament to that. Though, she didn’t need to worry anymore. She was safe, for her saviors were none other than the Autobots.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the walls of the large room as the mech made his way toward Eva, both intrigued and rueful. He walked with conviction, but his mind was a mess of self-loathing. Seeing her limp body resting on the sofa served as an inevitable reminder that he would always fail in the face of Megatron.

Optimus Prime always believed himself to have been a failure. As an archivist, as an advocate, as a brother, and worst of all, as a leader. The paleness in her face, the dryness in her lips, the weight in her eyelids, Optimus had thought her dead. But the batting of her lashes, the hint of a smile on her face, and the light blush creeping on her cheek had given him reassurance. Though he often fails, he does not repeat his mistakes.

Eva, completely conscious of her environment now, raised her head to be met with bright cerulean blue eyes. She knew who he was. She could tell by his demeanor and stature. He was the one and only leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime.

“Hey there,” Eva contemplated for a moment whether it was wise to reveal her knowledge. He was still an alien, and though the Covenant detailed his motivations, there was no such thing as being too cautious. “Where am I?”

She didn’t need to reveal all her cards but she didn’t need to seem ignorant either. Eva had to be cunning to survive or who knows what other horrors she might face.

“We are in a secure military facility just outside Jasper city limits,” he answered immediately. “You are Eva, correct?”

“Yes, and you are…” Eva decided that playing coy was her best approach. If he was in fact the saint that the Covenant claimed him to be, then he would understand her skepticism. And if not…then it was a good thing that she tried.

“Optimus Prime. I alongside my crew are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. We have come to Earth to protect it from the Decepticon forces, notably, Megatron.”

“I think I saw him back at their…”

“The Decepticons control their operations from a spaceship known as the Nemesis.”

“Yeah. That.”

“I’d like to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it. I know you have gone through a traumatizing ordeal and I do wish for you to relive it.”

“Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine. Maybe in desperate need of a shower, but otherwise I feel fine.”

Optimus hesitantly nodded with a disapproving expression. Regardless, he motioned toward the elevator doors that stood a few meters from the couch on which Eva lay. She haphazardly scrambled off the couch, retrieved her backpack from the coffee table nearby, and slowly walked towards the doors, careful to not lose her fragile balance. 

[sadmanyeyes]

Chapter 6

At the airport, Yakumo and Pai give their goodbyes to Ling Ling, thanking her for all her help. She tells them that she put a tracer on the Ningen that should work for two years and Huang will back them financially during their search. Ling Ling tells them that if anything comes up, or if Mr. Asuri returns, she'll contact them right away.

They leave back to Japan, Yakumo cooking Pai up some breakfast. He gets her from her room (his room? They're not sleeping together so...) and sees her looking at a picture with him in it. He says it's a photo of him and his friends. They even sent him letters while he was in Hong Kong with Pai. Pai doesn't know what friends are, apparently. Friends are people who threaten to kill you for missing out on a motorcycle trip, it's all rather simple...

He goes off to school, telling her to stay at home and wait for him to come back. As he's on his way there, he wonders out loud how his friends will react if he tells them that he's a super-zombie. Pai watches him...with her third eye opened.

At an assembly, Yakumo does tell his friends...and obviously, they don't believe him, one calling him out for missing the motorcycle trip to give them this super-zombie crap. He tries explaining again...but ultimately gives up and apologizes. When they're willing to let it slide, he starts up again, giving the whole "you have to believe me" spiel. One asks for souvenirs. He gets uppity about it.

Their one female member, Natsuko, greets them outside. She's mad at him but says she's fine with it, saying they have another trip planned for this year. However, Tatsuya (the big friend) says that Yakumo won't be coming because he went into debt while he was in Hong Kong and he totaled his bike. Now Natsuko wants to choke him.

One random panty shot later, the friend group takes Yakumo to a junked up motorbike that someone threw away. Nerdy friend Sayu says he can fix it so everybody, including Yakumo, can go to Karauizawa after all! Remaining friend Hideyoshi says that they'll use his dad's truck to haul the bike out of the heap. Yakumo asks him when he got his license and Hideyoshi huffs that he doesn't need a license; he knows how to drive.

Yakumo smiles, causing Natsuko to ask him what he's so happy about. He says with the way everyone's acting, he feels like he's still a part of the gang. She tells him to cheer up and he leaves, feeling like his life is finally going back to normal...then three-eyed Pai shows up, calling him a fool.

She asks him what happened to his promise to make Pai human. He tells her that it wouldn't have done any good to stay in Hong Kong and he has his own questions for her. Three-Eyed Pai tells him he needs to leave Japan, that he can no longer live as he used to and that staying here will only lead to tragedy. His life is over and will probably not last for more than two weeks. He tells her to fuck off and get out of his life before Natsuko walks up and asks him who he's yelling at. He sees that Three Eyed Pai has disappeared.

Later, Hideyoshi drive the gang around (badly) in his pick-up truck. He blames it on the manual and Yakumo tells him not to kill them before the trip. They should be fine because Tatsuya is giving him the directions...how's that supposed to help his driving is anybody's guess.

Natsuko points out he's being wistful again, like he's going to disappear again. Yakumo doesn't respond before the friends hits a police checkpoint, Hideyoshi worried that they could be suspended...or worse, expelled! Yakumo tells everyone not to panic...and Hideyoshi jumps the divider, trying to flee as the cops see him. Yakumo tries to cover the license plate as they drive off, remembering what Three Eyed Pai told him about his old life not lasting two weeks. He smiles...and tells the others to get away as he throws himself back onto the hood of the cop car, getting ran over.

Everybody stops to pull over and check on him, thinking he's dead. Then we get this lovely image:

He roars at the cops, causing them to run away. He complains about the pain as he regenerates...and reiterates to his friends that he's a super-zombie, telling them they can go now.

The chapter ends with them riding in the pick-up truck, Yakumo oblivious to how freaked out everyone is as he brags about how they got away.

[alittlebitofeverythingtbh]

The Killing Moon

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fear play, consensual non con, choking, knife play, stalking, mentions of murder, violence, Corey being sweet but also being a little murderous, etc

Authors note: At this point, this is a series I’m making. This kinda throws out more canon since it’s past Halloween by this point but you know what, that’s okay. Let Corey have his bad boy phase longer <3

You woke up to the sounds of birds outside your window, morning doves probably. You rubbed your eyes and say up in bed, stretching. You looked at your phone and realized in horror that if you didn’t get up in the next two minutes, you’d be late for meeting up with your friend group. You sighed and pulled yourself out of bed, grabbing the outfit you left out the night before. You checked the weather app and no surprise, you should probably take your coat. You walked into the living room and grabbed your big warm coat off of the coat rack hanging on your wall. You noticed Corey had left his jacket from the other night, making a mental note for him to come grab it when he could.

The night Corey had fucked you on your living room floor was on your mind constantly. Corey was such a sweetheart most of the time, so how did he manage to do all that? And how careful he was with an actual knife? You had no clue. It had been about a week since and you couldn’t help but wonder what would be planned next. God, why did this boy get you so worked up?

You drove down to the diner to meet up with your group of friends, all of which you had met in high school. You walked in and they all called you over, excited to see you after months of not hearing from each other. One friend of yours had a new boyfriend while one had a new job, and the other was married? It seemed like such a blur. Soon, they asked about your love life. You thanked heaven they had no idea who Corey was, and hadn’t heard about the incident that involved him. It would have been too long of a story. Instead, they all seemed happy you had met such a cute and sweet guy. Hell, your friend Veronica was gushing over the photos you showed them all. You pinched her shoulder, “back off, he’s mine.”

You and the group stayed for lunch before all departing separately, as pretty much everyone had work the next day. Except you, you only worked Thursday through Sunday, so Monday wasn’t as bad for you. You could enjoy tonight and tomorrow. You walked out to your car, carrying some leftover food with you. You wondered if you should save it for tomorrow, as tonight you had invited Corey over for dinner. You couldn’t cook nearly as much as he could, but could he make your amazing Alfredo? Absolutely not.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you opened your car door. You looked around, wondering why, but saw nothing. You shrugged it off and hopped in, turning the car on before driving away.

Needless to say, you missed the masked man watching you leave the diner.

You pulled into your driveway and parked your car. You stepped out and shivered from the slight cold, and you again felt goosebumps on your neck and back. As if you were being watched. You look around the street, looking for any sign that someone was there. Doesn’t hurt to be cautious, you thought to yourself. Didn’t help that the police were finding bodies again, and that people suspected Michael Myers had made his return. Most of the murders were of teens or young adults, which pointed into that direction. You were more worried for Corey than yourself, as you had a car and him his motorcycle. But he had assured you many times that he would be fine, and that he could fight Michael and win. You smacked him in the arm for that one, scolding him for even thinking of such a thing.

You shivered again and went back inside, locking your door a little too fast. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, setting your leftovers inside. When you closed the fridge, you finally noticed a little note on it. You picked it up and opened it.

This is your heads up. I’d start running or hiding soon. Won’t matter which. But after dark, you’re not safe.

-Corey

It took your brain a minute to understand what he meant. Fuck, what was gonna happen this time? No windows were left open as far as you were aware, as Corey hadn’t come over yesterday due to work. Was this the reason you felt eyes on you earlier? He was following you? Didn’t he have work? You had a million questions you knew you wouldn’t get answers to.

You picked up your phone to try and text Corey, wondering if it was some joke. You had a feeling it wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt to try. While typing you failed to notice your door opened and closed.

After not getting a response for a moment, you sighed. He was fucking with you. He had to be. Corey was just trying to rile you up so he could pull something once he arrived for dinner. Shaking it off, you turned your tv on.

“We’ve gotten reports that yet another body has been discovered. The identity hasn’t been found yet but it appears to be another young female-“

You turned the tv off. Not what you wanted to hear right now. You hated that shit was starting up again in Haddonfield. You hadn’t been born yet when the original murders happened, but you remembered Halloween night in 2018. You yourself weren’t affected, but you remember watching the tv with a look of horror. Michael killed so many people that night and wasn’t even caught.

Then Halloween of 2019….that wasn’t a night you could forget easily. You were still just friends with Corey at the time, and had been at home watching a horror movie when you got a text from your mom. You thought it was some joke. Corey? Killing someone? That couldn’t be. And while you knew it was an accident, it was still horrible reading about it. But the worst part was how he was treated after. People looked at him as if he was a true murderer on the level of Michael Myers. That’s what they did to him: they made him their new Michael.

You stuck by his side throughout the years, flipping anyone who talked shit off. You had even almost gotten into a fight once or twice when someone said something really mean. It was Corey who had to tug you away, pleading with you to just take him home. You did, you always did, but you knew one of these days you’d snap and punch someone’s stupid face. You started dating Corey almost a year after what happened, which Corey hadn’t understood. The poor boy needed so much reassurance, and it took him a while to finally understand you were serious. And that you weren’t gonna leave him anytime soon. It was probably why he always held your hand tightly out in public: he didn’t want to lose you.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt yourself getting awfully tired. Was probably due to you staying up late and not getting much sleep. You grabbed the blanket from the other side of the couch, feeling like a quick nap. Quick, you thought, as you set an alarm for five. It was only two, so a three hour nap would surely help. You wrapped the blanket around you and fell asleep shortly after.

It was dark when you woke up, and your alarm hadn’t gone off. You didn’t remember shutting it off. Did you do it in your sleep? No matter, it was now eight and dark outside. You cursed yourself for sleeping that long, but you did feel a lot better. You had left the lights off in the house save for a small lamp near your door, as you had expected to be up before dark. Your kitchen light was also on. You made your way to the kitchen, considering what to make for dinner. As you were thinking, you noticed you had a knife missing from your knife block.

Your blood ran cold. The knife Corey had used previously in your escapades was his own, which he then left in the drawer by the sink. Why was your one butcher knife missing? You felt that chill down your neck again, freezing in place before slowly turning around.

In the darkness of the living room you could see a man wearing a mechanic suit covered in grime. He wore an old white mask that you knew from reports all too well. The bloodied knife in his hand was the second thing you noticed.

Michael Myers was in your house.

You grabbed a knife from your knife block, holding it up in front of you protectively as you slowly backed up towards your back door. The figure tilted his head at you curiously, as if surprised by your actions. Your hand grabbed the doorknob of the door and turned it, opening it quickly. Realizing you were trying to escape, the man began to walk towards you slowly. You ran out the back door and into your backyard. Not the smartest move, you thought to yourself as you searched in the dark for your side yard gate. Thankfully, the motion sensor lights kicked on and you spotted it. When you reached the gate, you struggled to open it. It was as it something had jammed it to keep it shut.

You felt hands grab at your from behind, causing you to scream loudly. One hand grabbed at the knife you held and threw it somewhere in the dark. You kicked back at the figure, stumbling him a bit. You tried to run back towards your door but the figure lunged again, pulling you to the ground. Your motion sensor light went off again as the figure pinned you to the floor, knife towards your throat.

This was it, you thought quietly. You were going to become another victim of the boogeyman of Haddonfield. You turned to the side and closed your eyes, waiting for death to come.

It didn’t, however. Instead, the figure simply stared at you, taking in your appearance. It was then you finally remembered Corey’s note from earlier. You used your free hand to slap the figure right in the head, hearing a familiar “ow.” “Corey Cunningham!” you scolded. You heard a chuckle from the mask, and your boyfriend pulled it off of his face as he peered down at you. You glared up at him, “now why on earth did you think this was funny?” “I didn’t,” he replied, “but I did leave a note this time.” You scoffed, “a note.” He sighed, “I don’t wanna break the immersion, baby. I’m sorry.” You stared up at his big brown eyes that said enough: he was sorry, but also incredibly horny. “Maybe next time, give a verbal heads up? Like a: hey babe I’m gonna dress up as a serial killer and then fuck you,” you suggested, earning a loud laugh from Corey. “I am NOT going to say that,” he said through giggles. You grinned, “also, what’s with the fake blood? Looks almost real.” His eyes seemed to darken, “oh it is real.” You snorted, “okay Michael Myers. What about the mask? Where’d you get it, Amazon?” He shook his head, “I took it from him.”

Well, what the fuck?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused as to what game Corey was playing. He seemed to sense your confusion, “I took the mask from the old man himself. Barely put up a fight, even.” Your boyfriend had a wild grin on his face that kind of scared you, but also made you crave him more. “You fought Michael Myers and won? I’ll believe that when pigs fly,” you teased. He frowned, “but I did, baby. I went into the sewers and took the damn thing right off of him. He has no power on this town anymore. That power…is now mine.”

Was this part of the scene? you wondered to yourself, or did this idiot actually fight Michael Myers? You smirked up at him, “so you’re saying you’re the new boogeyman or something? But instead of killing people, you just scare the shit out of your girlfriend?” He tensed at that, “I guess you could say that.” Corey’s dark brown eyes stared down at you, as if looking through you. “I can protect you now,” he said seriously, “from all those assholes who bully you. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were often bullied or harassed due to your relationship with Corey. It didn’t phase you at all, but you knew he worried about you a lot. You shook your head, “Core, don’t tell me you’re gonna start fighting people now.” He grinned, “or killing them.” “Not funny!” you slapped him in the arm. The knife was back up to your throat after you hit him, “but what if I did? Hmm? What if the next guy who says too much to you gets his throat slit? Or the next girl who thinks she’s prettier than you, and calls you names? What if she doesn’t get to wake up the next morning, because someone finally had enough of her?” “Corey,” you warned, “don’t say shit like that.” He heard the serious tone of your voice and mumbled, “okay I’ll tone it down.” You snorted again, thankful your boyfriend knew as when to back it up a bit.

Instead, Corey went back to looking down at you, getting back into the scene. “Such a pretty little thing,” he whispered, “but you can’t escape me, baby. You never can. I’ll always catch you. And I’ll always make sure you know who you belong to.” You shivered, again wondering where all of this confidence and talk came from. He began to tug your shirt off, marveling at your lack of a bra. “So beautiful,” he whispered, a genuine smile on his face. Corey reached out and groped at your breasts, causing you to moan quietly.

That got him impatient, as he reached one hand down to undo your pants, still holding the knife up to your throat. He wondered how you would look covered in blood. Not yours, of course. Corey could never hurt you, not enough to break skin even. But he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t clean up the next time he visits….

He rubbed you against your underwear, grinning as he felt your wetness. “Such a naughty girl,” he taunted, “this worked up already? Something tells me you like the things I say more than you let on.” Corey pushed aside your panties and wasted no time thrusting a finger in, making you whine out for him. “But I meant what I said,” he continued, “I’m gonna make sure no one ever hurts you. Or tries anything with you. Because you belong to me, right?” Another finger thrusted into you as you whined out an agreement. Corey’s grin only widened, “good. Because you’re mine, and only mine. No one’s gonna take you from me. And if they try?” He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “I’ll kill them myself.” He felt you tighten around his fingers, getting his answer. “I knew it, I knew you liked hearing that,” he said as he sped up his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit frantically, “and I’ll fucking do it. I’ll kill any guy that flirts with you, or even looks at you wrong. They don’t get to mess with my girl or me anymore.” You whimpered, “I’m gonna cum.” Corey smirked, “yeah baby? You gonna cum on my fingers like a good little girl? That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum on my fingers. Let the whole neighborhood hear who owns you.” You came with a cry of his name, bucking wildly underneath him. It boosted his ego every time he made you cum. Corey took pride in being the one who got you this way.

His fingers slipped out of you, and he brought them up to his mouth to have a taste. “You taste sweeter than anything, baby,” he said. You blushed as you watched him lick at his own fingers. Corey moved himself against you, and you could feel how hard he was through his mechanic suit. You reached out a hand and grasped him gently through them, causing your boyfriend to let out a surprised moan. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered, “I need to be in you right now.” Corey unzipped his suit and pulled off his boxers, his hard cock hovering just above you. He pumped himself a few times with a whimper before he thrusted himself into you. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “I’ll never get over how tight you are.” You could only whine in response, making him grin again.

“Already out of it? Poor thing, we’ve just started,” he said as he thrusted back into you harshly. You tried to say something, but it only came out as a whimper. Corey grinned down at you, one hand on your throat while the other gripped your hip tightly. You knew there would be another dark bruise there tomorrow. Not to mention more finger marks around your neck.

Corey leaned down to whisper in your ear again, “I really do love this, you know. Having you all cute like this, spread out under me?” He let go of your neck to grab the knife again, bringing it back up to your throat, “does it excite you knowing how easily I handle this? That I could easily just cut that pretty little throat of yours? But don’t worry, I won’t. That is only reserved for those who deserve it.” You squirmed underneath him, which only spurred him on. “No one will ever bother you again sweetheart. Wanna know why? Because I’ll kill them if they do. And then I’ll come home to my pretty girl, and fuck her while still wearing my bloody clothes,” he growled. “Co-Corey,” you whined, no longer denying that his words got to you. He brought down his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing in just the way you liked. “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine,” he growled, “aren’t you? Say that you’re mine.” You nodded, whining out a small yes as best as you could. The pressure that had been on your throat and the way you were being fucked had worn out your vocal cords.

Corey fucking loved it. “That’s right,” he continued, “you’re all mine. My pretty girl. No one’s gonna take you away from me. If they do, I’ll-I’ll fucking slit their throat. Slam them into something…I don’t know. I’ll ju-just kill them for even thinking they could have you. Because they can’t. You’re mine.” His fingers sped up even faster, desperate to get you to cum before he did. It always worked too, as you could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “I’m gonna….I’m gonna,” you rasped. Corey threw the knife back down opting to instead grab your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Yeah baby? You gonna cum? Do it. You always look so cute coming undone for me. That’s it, that’s it,” he urged, “cum for me sweetheart. I need you to cum for me.” With his urging, you bucked against him a couple more times before coming undone with a sob of his name. Corey whimpered out as he felt you tighten around him, “oh fuck baby, oh fuck. You feel so good, so good for me. I’m so proud of you, I love you, I-“ He came with a whine of your name, hands grasping at your hips as he overstimulated himself inside you. He slowly stopped thrusting and slid out of you, looking exhausted.

“Wow,” was all you could say, completely out of breath and partially wondering what the fuck just happened. Corey nodded, also out of breath. Instead, he reached around to pull you close to him, being the cuddly man he was. You smiled and leaned into his chest, knowing you would fall asleep soon. And fall asleep you did. But not before you said “I love you too.”

Corey soon joined you, content that you were his no matter what. That you loved him back.

And that feeling was so much better than the one he had when he murdered that woman earlier.

[solbylovely]

when i saw you - daniel larusso x reader

Warning : SMUT! ,making out,cunnglius.

summary : when daniel sees you in a half shirt and short shorts (with a bikini under) for the first time

requested : no

it was the first day of school in 12th grade "gosh I hate school" I got ready you wore your fav rock band tee shirt and grey sweatpants with your fav shoes your friends waited for you in school "hey y/n" "hey y/f/n" "how was summer" "fun! I met a new boy" "is he cute?" "Well, you can say that." I saw daniel down the hall "Daniel!" "is that him?" "yes" "he is cute but johnny Lawrence is so fine"

"ugh not this again"

"What?"

"johnny likes me not you and you can have him"

"your so lucky he likes you"

"naw I hate him he bullied daniel"

"no, he didn't"

"he did so I was there he was mad because I was hanging out with him"

"bro that's so dumb"

"you're allowed to move on"

ok so I dated johnny Lawrence he was such a jerk and now I have a new crush

"Daniel!"

"hey y/n"

"These are my friends"

"y/f/n"

"y/o/f/n"

"and y/o/f/n"

"hi nice to meet you"

"y/n talks about you a lot"

"shut up daniel!" I poke him

"Does she say nice things?"

"yes and no"

"ok I talk crap about you liking johnny"

"I knew it!"

"y/f/n/n chill" the bell rang

"ok, I got to head to class" I head to biology walked in, and saw johnny I have to find my name at a seat I have to sit next to johnny. oh I hate my life

"heyyy y/n"

"hey johnny"

I rolled my eyes man I hated him

"don't roll your eyes at me"

"oh johnny stop and get over me I don't fucking love you anymore I love daniel"

"daniel the freak"

"he's better than you"

"you wish"

"oh no I'm not I know he is"

"god you're a bitch" I slapped him across the face

"wtf?"

"what? call me a bitch one more time I do some karate on your ass"

"bitch.."

"oh you asked for it"

I fought he try to block it but he moved his arm and was trying to break it

"do want me to break it?"

"no! pls no"

"and also I don't give two shits about strike first, strike hard, no mercy shit"

I pushed his arm back "your lucky I didn't break it" after class I saw daniel in the hall and girls were flirting with him

"daniel hey"

"who's she?"

"my girlfriend" his girlfriend??

we walked away "your girlfriend??"

"look y/n I needed to get out there"

"It's fine daniel"

"y/n can I ask you something?"

"yeah go ahead"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I look over to see a mad johnny

"yes! yes! yes! ofc I will!"

I give him a peck on the lips

he started blushing "come on Danny boy let's go"

"ok y/n tell me something about you," daniel asked

"ok I'm y/h (your height)"

"I like y/f/r/b (your fav rock band)" "And umm I know karate"

"Those are some cool things"

"the karate is from mr.miyagi" "I practice with him too!" "your joking!"

"I'm not" after school gosh, I finally get to go home I walk outside of the school doors and see daniel kissing a girl trying to push her away.

"get off of him now." I push her to the ground and grab daniel

"thanks for the help"

"you could've done karate"

"I would never touch a girl" I saw johnny coming this way

"daniel let's get going" I pull his hand and started running johnny running too I get into my car and drive off and johnny and his friends get on their motorcycles

I'm at my house now and johnny and his friends hop off their motorcycles

"get off my property"

"why?? your dating daniel?" he pulls me in tight and kisses me I kick him in the balls

"oww tf"

"get out"

"you are great."

"Thanks, daniel" man he was hot and it was hot out I should go for a swim in the pool

"Daniel I'm gonna go outside"

"ok"

I go upstairs and change into

with this outfit over

I went down the stairs and daniel stared at me I threw swim trunks at him

"thanks." he went to the bathroom and put them on he came out of the bathroom

"wow you look good." I started to blush

"are you blushing" "

what? no!"

we go outside to the pool

"it's nighttime already?"

"oh well."

"it's still nice out."

I take off my clothes and jump into the pool.

"daniel! come on in." he jumps in and he goes under and goes back up i put my hands around his shoulders and kiss him on the lips and he kisses back

"Daniel i'm sorry..."

"it's fine y/n.." he kisses me again and i kiss back it starts to turn into a heated make out session

"oh Daniel..please fuck me.."

"are you sure?"

"very.." i kiss him once more and we go inside and water is all over the kitchen now.

we go to my room and we start making out again Daniel starts kissing down my neck thank god my mom is at work.

"Daniel.."

"please just fuck me already!"

"are you sure" "yes!" i yell he starts to take down his swimming trunks.

his dick hit his stomach "you ready?"

"yes" then takes my bikini bottoms down and he touches me "wet already sweet heart?" he goes down to my pussy.

he started to eat me out he licked up and down and then went in circles "daniel...oh" he sticked his tongue in my hole.

*about 4 mins later*

my orgasm came "daniel!!"

"please just stick it in already"

he then put it near my entrance and slowly stuck it in "oh daniel go faster please." he sped up his pace "y/n! you feel so good."

he was moving a quick-fast pace "god daniel!" i was getting close "daniel i'm getting close..." "me too"

"oh god daniel i'm so close!"

"me too!"

our orgasm wash over us

daniel rolls over me

we are both breathing heavy

"god daniel your so much better than johnny.." i breathed out

"i know i am.." got up and found an out to put on after then shower

(yes there from shein i love shein.)

after the shower daniel got his to.

without the socks

"goodnight y/n" he then cuddled into me.

"goodnight daniel.."

[angelsdevils]

Sano Shinichiro

Title: An Angel 

Part 1 | Part 2 |

You groaned as you kicked the side of your motorcycle slightly, as the rain continued to pour down on you. You broke down on the side a rode at midnight, and all you wanted to do was get to the hotel. But everything was against you today. You pulled your phone out to try and see if there was any 24/7 shops, or tow truck company. But your phone was on about 1%, no way you can look someone thing up and call them.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…” You sighed softly and looked at your bike before picking it up. You were irritated, and soaked to the bone. You began to push it in hopes of finding someone to help you. It didn’t help you weren’t from Japan, but from (home country). So you didn’t know anything about where you were. You wanted to cry, and you couldn’t even stop the tears from falling. 

Once you were back on the main road, you could tell that every shop was closed. You continued to push your motorcycle, and let a small sigh out. 

“I just wanna shower and sleep. I really should just ditch this motorcycle and get a car. It has been nothing but trouble,” you said to no one in particular. It began to thunder and lightning and you had no choice but to take shelter. You parked the motorcycle and ran underneath the roof for cover. You were shaking and as you pulled your phone out, your phone had officially died. You slid down the door and pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face there. 

“Finally, I am done… sleep…” you heard a deep voice say. Your head snapped to him, and he stopped noticing you. You both stared at each other, and the guy tilted his head.

“Miss what are you doing out here? It’s going to be storm all night.”

“Just my luck, I am kinda stranded. You wouldn’t by chance not a motorcycle repair shop would you?” 

“Yeah, not many that are open though. If they are it’s on the other side of town.”

“I see…” 

“Is this your motorcycle?” He pointed and looked at yours.

“Yeah, it’s completely dead, and I don’t know why. I just had the battery changed a week ago. And I still have another 30 minutes of driving before I get to my hotel.” 

The guy looked at you before your bike, before offering you his hand. You looked at him confused but took his hand and he pulled you up.

“Let’s go in, I can take a look at it for you.”

“Wait really?”

“Yepp, this is my shop. I just closed up, but I can’t leave a pretty woman out here by herself in this storm.” He flashed you a smile and you felt a small blush dust your cheek. You quickly turned around to see it was a motorcycle shop and looked at him. You couldn’t help yourself but to hug him tightly.

“Oh my god, you are an angel. Thank you so much…” He unlocked the front door and allowed you to walk in first, which you did. Once you were inside you you started to shiver as he rolled your motorcycle inside. He locked the door behind you guys and led you to the back room.

“I should have a towel somewhere here, and maybe a hoodie and pants… they may be big but better than the wet clothes you are wearing.” He mumbled, and you shuddered.

“You don’t have to do that…”

“It’s fine, here we are.” He handed you a towel, pants, and a hoodie.

“I normally keep some clothes here in case I have to stay the night here.” 

“I really don’t know how to thank you…” You are welcome… I am gonna get to your motorcycle. You can change in the restroom over there. Oh my name is Sano Shinichiro.” 

“Thanks again Sano, my name is (L/N) (Y/N),” you bowed.

“Just call me Shinichiro~ now go get changed before you get sick. He pushed you towards the restroom and you laughed slightly. You went to the restroom and began to change as Shinichiro went to your bike. He called Wakasa, to let him know he wouldn’t be able to come over.

“Hey Shin, what’s up?”

“Sorry, I have to bail tonight.”

“What happened?”

“Last minute customer…”

“What do you mean? I thought you locked up.”

“I did but I couldn’t let her sit in the rain when her bike is dead.”

“In this storm? What is she doing at night… she?”

“Yes, she, I am assuming she isn’t from here. But if you stop by. Can you bring some dry clothes for her tomorrow? Her clothes are soaked, she is borrowing some of mine.” 

“Don’t tell me you fell for her already…”

“No~ it’s not like that… if you had seen her you would have helped too.”

“Mhmm, by tomorrow you gonna fall for her.”

“Bye~” Shinichiro quickly hung up and massaged his temples.

“Sorry, if this is causing you trouble.” He jumped slightly and turned around and looked at you.

“No, it’s no trouble. My friend was just being difficult. He may come tomorrow, we can stay here. Since the rain won’t let up.” You nodded, and he made you some hot tea and handed it to you before making him some and sitting beside you on the couch he had in the back.

“You don’t understand how much I appreciate this Shinichiro~”

“It’s no problem, really. I am glad to be of help and glad I closed as late as I did so you wouldn’t have been stuck out here. This isn’t the safest part of town,” he said. He looked down at his mug. After he was able to see you, without the rain in the way he couldn’t help but feel a bit shy around you. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what caused you to be riding at night anyway?” He asked.

“Well, it’s a long story.”

“We have all night…” He grinned and you laughed.

“Okay, if I start boring you to death let me know.” 

He shook his head and nudged you gently and you took a sip of the tea. 

“Well, the truth is I was supposed to be here earlier today but my flight in America got delayed. So I was supposed to have someone pick my motorcycle up, and ride it to the hotel while I took a taxi. But, since I got here a few hours ago, that was a dead idea.”

“I see, and you said your motorcycle just died and you just had the battery changed?” 

“Yeah, I had it changed a couple of days ago before my flight so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but seems something else is wrong.” 

“I see, well don’t worry I will get it up and running for you.” He said and you sighed softly. 

“You truly are an angel, and I don’t what I did to deserve you. Thank you.” He laughed and sipped on his tea before you both heard a crash. 

“I will go check it out, you stay here…” He said and you nodded your head. He set a tool beside you.

“Use this if you need it.”

“It’s fine, really. I have something in my bag if I need it, you take it.” You said handing it to him. He nodded and took it with him. He walked out and you watched him before grabbing the pink gun you always kept with you. You had a bad feeling in your gut and you bit your lip deciding you were going to follow him. 

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners.

[marvelettesassemblenow]

New in Town - Chapter Three

Pairing: Bucky x F Reader

Series Summary: Being new in town isn’t always easy. Being new in a small town is worse and the first thing you heard is to beware of a biker gang. And suddenly you befriend the gang – which isn’t really a gang but a group of friends that are more than welcoming to you. And next to new friends you might also find love.

Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual activites and talk about it (not from reader and no smut), scars and insecuriety (Reader got a scar on her tigh for the plot of the story), talks of getting a tattoo, drooling and as always a flirty Bucky

Chapter Wordcount: ~2.9k

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Chapter Three - The Trip

It did take almost two months for you to finally find a weekend where you all could take the trip. The car drive with Wanda was even more fun than you expected. You had a few problems when you started the car that was actually a truck, but Wanda was so calm that you focused and got it going then without trouble. Three tents (a big one for Nat, Wanda and you, one for Steve and Bucky and another one which Clint and Sam would share), drinks, food, blankets and everything you needed was loaded in the back and Lucky was sitting in the backrow. You had the motorcycles in front of you until they sped up and you followed your own route.

Wanda had made a playlist for you and was actually the perfect co-driver. She held out the water bottle for you when she thought you needed to take a sip and fed you snacks and after a while she started to sing along to the songs. You needed to stop after a while to let Lucky out and you also needed a bathroom break.

“We only have about an hour to go. Are you okay with driving the rest or should I take over the wheel?” Wanda asked but you told her you’d be fine to continue driving.

It wasn’t difficult to spot the rest of your friends once you arrived at the parking spot. You were surprised that it was just your group that had gathered and wanted to camp there as the weather was so nice. It was neither too hot nor too cold and although you were so many people you had to walk twice to get everything carried to the spot Steve had already picked out. The girls and you decided to start building your tent first while the guys would pick the rest of the stuff from the truck. Lucky was walking around you happily, sniffing everything and then he looked at Nat. “Lucky, no,” she said suddenly very stern. But the dog only stared her in the eyes before he raised his leg and started peeing – right on one tent that still needed to be build up.

“At least it wasn’t our tent,” Wanda said before she burst out laughing. The guys didn’t share her sense of humor and after arguing for a long time Steve and Bucky finally decided to sleep under the stars, after Clint had pointed out that Lucky kind of belonged not only to him but all of them and he shouldn’t be forced to sleep outside.

As Steve and Bucky didn’t have to build up a tent now the two took the truck to get you something warm to eat. Wanda, Nat and you had fun watching Sam and Clint struggle to get the tent up. Natasha handed a beer to each of you and sat down on her sleeping bag.

“Hey, where is mine?” Clint complained when he heard the noise of the bottles being opened.

“You get yours when you finished. Or else you have to join Steve and Bucky and sleep outside,” Natasha remarked after taking a sip.

“Yeah, help me here,” Sam complained.

“I think on the package stood that it would be build up in 5 minutes. You’ve already taken 20,” you gave your input and patted Lucky.

When Steve and Bucky came back the two of them were still struggling and Steve couldn’t watch it anymore and helped them. After that it took only about four more minutes and the tent was standing a few feet from yours. The pizza was shared along with some stories and jokes.

After Wanda fell asleep on Sam's shoulder and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore you decided to go to sleep. You wished the guys a good night and walked over to the tent where you changed and everyone snuggled up into their sleeping bag.

The sound of rain on the fabric woke you up. It took a few seconds for you to understand where you were until you remembered Steve and Bucky outside. You opened the zipper of your sleeping bag and then the one on your tent. The two men just started getting up. “Come in,” you whispered and they soon made their way over to you. Your tent was for 4 persons, but now with Wanda and Nat and these two burly men it was a tight fit. Wanda and Nat had also woken up and Nat was fed up after a while. “I’m going to sleep in the other tent.”

With Natasha gone it was a little bit better. Wanda was lying on one side of the tent with Steve next to her, followed by Bucky and you on the other side of the tent. “Somehow this is very soothing. Thank you for taking me with you,” you said when it was clear that none of the others were sleeping again.

“Very soothing when you have a roof over your head,” Steve replied.

“You’re one of us now, how could we leave you behind?” Bucky added and you could have sworn that he had turned to your direction, but it was too dark to really tell. Suddenly the zipper was opened again. “You guys, I can’t believe this but Nat and Clint just started shagging while I was next to them,” Sam let them know outraged. He slipped inside the tent and soon the smell of wet dog filled the air.

“Sam is that you or did you bring Lucky with you? It isn’t like it’s already cramped in here,” Steve asked.

“Come on guys, I couldn’t leave him there. He would be scared for life,” Sam said and laid down on the last available place at the feet of you.

“Did you just say that Nat and Clint are going at it?” Bucky suddenly said.

“Yep, there was no mistaking,” Sam confirmed.

“I walked in on them last week,” you said casually.

“You didn’t tell me?” you heard Wanda from the other side of the tent.

“I thought they would tell you when they were ready,” you shrugged your shoulders although no one could see.

“Well, it took Clint long enough. How many years of pining?” That was Steve asking.

“Yeah, great for him. Now I have to lay at your stinking feet,” Sam grumbled.

Five out of the seven people were grumpy the next day. The shitty coffee didn’t help to lift the spirit and Nat and Clint were still not coming out of the tent. The weather was better again, the rain had stopped and so you decided to go for a swim in the lake.

“Hey,” Sam grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking further. “Bucky seems tough, but uhm, don’t try to stare too hard, okay?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked confused and watched the others who almost reached the shore.

“There are scars on Bucky’s shoulder. Doesn’t look pretty and he wants to cover them up for ages, but Steve is still hesitant. We’re used to it, but you haven’t seen them so just try not to stare too much, okay?”

“Oh, okay,” you replied and walked further while continuing. Although you promised not to stare, you couldn’t help yourself. But it was for a different reason than Sam thought. How were these people so perfect? Was it the water they were drinking? If it's that you would never drink anything else.

You knew the guys were ripped, but you weren’t prepared for what you saw when Steve and Bucky took off their shirts. Wanda was already in her Bikini and when you turned to Sam and saw his trained body you were speechless. “You coming?” Sam asked and walked into the water to join his friends.

“Yeah, just have to wipe the drool from my face first,” you mumbled way too quietly for Sam to hear and started to get rid of your clothes too. The water was surprisingly cold so you decided to dive right in to get over with the shock early.

You were almost leaving the water when Natasha and Clint decided to join you.

“Well look at,” Sam tried to say, but was interrupted by Natasha.

“Not one word,” Natasha threatened.

“Don't be like that, baby,” Clint said and pressed a kiss to her cheek and to everyone’s surprise Natasha let it go.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam asked baffled. The others shrugged and didn’t dare to add a comment.

When you all started to dry off Steve asked if you only wanted to take the bikes to drive to the nearest town. “We packed Natashas extra helmet and Wanda has her own so we could only take the bikes.”

“That sounds good, I won’t say no to a ride.”

“You forgot about Lucky, so we have to take the truck. But I can take it and you can ride with them, I won’t mind.” In the end Sam left his bike and rode with Wanda in the truck while you sat behind Steve on his bike and enjoyed the drive.

“Thanks for the ride,” you beamed at Steve after pulling of the helmet.

“Just say the word and I’ll take you anytime.”

“I’ll take you back and show you what a real ride is, doll,” Bucky's voice startled you and the heavy weight of his arm was suddenly around your shoulders.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you giggled and walked away and linked your arms with Wanda and the two of you walked into the direction of the fair.

“This is all?” you asked once you stepped on the field. In front of you were about 6 booths and one Ferris wheel and a bumpers car stand.

“Ugh a few years back there was way more.” A kid crashed into Wanda and mumbled a sorry before he ran away and the woman had to peel some cotton candy from her shirt.

Clint was banned from the balloon dart game after he won a monkey and a husky – the husky went to Natasha and Wanda got the monkey. “Sorry,” Clint smiled sheepishly at you when he couldn’t play anymore, but you assured him it was more than okay. He promised to buy you something to eat instead and you agreed.

The plan was to split the group but as there weren’t many booths you could always see the others. It didn’t take long for all of you to meet at the booth with the food.

“Okay, what about a round on the Ferris wheel and then we drive to a store and make a nice evening at the camping place?” Steve suggested.

In the end it was Steve who had to ride alone on the Ferris wheel as Sam had partnered up with Wanda and while Steve planned to ride next to you Bucky had already squeezed in with you and you heard Steve complain.

It was a really tight fit and so Bucky put his arm behind you. “Could have said you wanted to put your arm around me,” you teased.

“Could have said you wanted it around you,” his reply came fast and his hand fell on your shoulder.

“Yeah, would have asked Steve as he was supposed to sit next to me.”

“Nah, don’t think you’d have done that,” he said confidently and pulled you a little bit closer when the wind seemed to pick up.

“Guess we’ll never know now.” The ride wasn’t spectacular, the most important thing you saw was a kid on the ground falling and losing his ice cream cone. But you couldn’t complain because sitting next to Bucky with his arm around you was kind of nice.

As soon as you left the ride Bucky’s arm found its way back to you and he steered you towards his bike. “Told you, I’d take you with me.” Sam and Wanda were on grocery duty so you drove back to the camping place without delay. Bucky checked with you if you were okay before he started the speed up.

“Are you seriously competing who can fit more marshmallows in your mouths?” Wanda laughed, but then she too started to stuff some in her mouth.

You gave up just after Steve, next was Nat and then Bucky. Sam spit out his marshmallows next and you had to stop Lucky from eating the remains. Clint managed to stuff one more marshmallow in his mouth than Wanda.

“One question and then I’m going to drop it: Is it just fucking or do I have to buy a suit soon for the wedding?” Sam asked once his mouth wasn’t occupied with marshmallows.

“No, it’s nothing serious,” Nat said at the same time as Clint said “Well maybe not a suit, but its more than that.”

“It is?”

“It isn’t?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Suddenly Nat and Clint both stood up and walked into different directions. Lucky had stood up too and looked from one direction to another and couldn’t decide whom to follow. “That was awkward,” Bucky said into the quiet night.

“Don’t you want to check on them?” you asked.

“I take Clint, you take Nat,” Wanda decided and had already risen.

“You sure?” You asked but Wanda just nodded and pointed in Nat’s direction. Steve held out two beer which you took and followed Natasha’s path. Once you found her on a bank you held out a bottle which she took. Quietly you sat next to her.

“Picked the last straw, huh. Who's after Clint?” she broke the silence.

“Wanda.”

“Makes sense.” It was quiet after that. “You know that we grew up together. Clint, Bucky, Steve and I were always together. I didn’t really have girlfriends so I was always seen as one of the guys. And guys talk about girls especially in their teens. And nobody minded that I was with them, I heard how they talked and they didn’t seem to notice that I was also a girl. And so I watched them taking out girl after girl and well... nobody asked me. I didn’t know if they did it because nobody saw me that way or because these idiots were overprotective. Once I could drive, I left town and dated there – where no one knew who I was or how I grew up. And only after that Clint started to notice me, but I didn’t want to start anything just because he now realized that I was a woman. I turned him down – time after time. We were the best of friends, we work together, we see each other each day and now I fucked up. I literally fucked up,” Nat sighed.

“Do you want it to be more?” you asked simply.

It was quiet for a while until Nat breathed out a confirmation. “But what if it doesn’t work out? They are my family, I can’t lose them.”

“I’m really sorry to say that, but it’s too late to change a thing now. I think you should talk to Clint, talk about what both of you want. You might be surprised. And I’ll talk to the boys. No one will say anything again until you bring up the topic again, okay?”

“You’re a good friend,” Nat smiled at you and you smiled back.

“I’m going to send lover boy over,” you hugged her sideways and walked back into the direction of the tents. It seemed as Clint was already waiting for you. “Go,” you said to him and he was up so fast and walking you weren’t surprised if a cloud of dust was gathered around him.

“How well do you know each other?” you asked impressed. “I promised Nat we won’t mention anything of that again until they decided that is a topic we need to discuss.”

“Okay for me. Although I’m not sorry I mentioned it, they needed to talk about it,” Sam said and you could have sworn you saw a smirk on his face.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a second?” Steve shared a confused look with Bucky but got up never the less and followed you a few steps until you were out of the hearing range of the others.

“I heard that Bucky wants to cover up his scars and that you won’t do it. And I also saw how much it pains him, just last week when a woman tried to hit on him and touched his shoulder...”

Steve interrupted you. “I would do it in a heartbeat if I knew what I would do. But scar tissue is different from normal skin and I know how much it pains him, believe me. I’m just not sure that I’m doing a good enough job for something that’s so important to him.” Steve’s hand drove through his hair and made it messy.

“Would it help if you could try on someone else first?” He looked at you to continue. “Oh, come on, I’m sure you saw my scar on my thigh. It’s been a part of me for such a long time and I’m sure you can make something beautiful on it. And if it isn’t perfect,” you shrugged.

“Why?"

“Because it is important to Bucky,” you said.

“And he is important to you?” Steve probed.

“You all are. You kind of adopted me,” you shrugged. “But yeah, he is.” And I saw all the love you share and I kind of want that relationship, you thought.

“Okay, well then let's go back and we can discuss anything further at home. Think about it and I can tell you about the motive that’s been in my head.” The both of you walked back and Steve left the seat he had occupied before your talk so you could sit next to Bucky.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly and you nodded.

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