#‘WHY’D THAT GUY THROW A KNIFE AT HIM IS HE CRAZY’

[notherpuppet]

Morning After

Part 2/4

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[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x18 Meta Fiction

“Let’s watch slutty men on TV”

Cain and Abel: The First Brothers

“They had the same daddy” “I don’t quite understand this human blood thing” He’s basically a junkie now

“What does it do to him? Makes him more human?” He gets feelings and shit. 

“I guess I would have figured it out if I waited 8 seconds”

That’s usually how it works

“CASA BLANK-A” “What’s up with the work boots?” “Does it say Packing Slip Encloser-ed? It’s es I guess” “I remember this guy dying” “That’s a good eye flick” “Is this how we’re going to paint our driveway?” IF you want to alienate our neighbors more, sure

Laughter

“Then just have like a little speaker with the exorcism being spoken every time there’s motion detected” “Who’s Snooki?” She was on Jersey Shore

“Is she the real one?” yeah

“Not a very good actor” “Idk. Not my thing. I guess everyone’s got a type” “It’s getting crazy” He’s reading Little Women

“That’s a lot of shopping bags” “So is a capybara a large rodent?” “I mean you’ve got a book to finish. Get back to work” “I suppose they’re on point with the music” “Might be rehab time” “He’s not entirely accurate - the Challenger Deep is the deepest part of the Mariana Trench” “I mean he kinda is” “Don’t they want to fkn kill this guy? I suppose he doesn’t have the blade yet” “yeah” “excuse me?” Then laughter

“That would be a yes” “yup” “Isn’t that obvious?” “Can’t he just demon-punch the vending machine or something?” “that was convenient” “oh god” “Which one of them has a thing with the old ladies? I thought it was Sam, but she’s really giving Dean the business” I mean who wouldn’t give Dean the business

“Is the mint on the pillow for morning or evening? I just eat them when I see it” “Is any scotch good? I don’t like scotch” “people they kicked out then?” “Just him casually reading a porno. I mean, why not? He reads it for the articles” “the fuck is going on? Just walk into it. No worries” “Don’t bother asking question” “It looks like that one Russian museum we went to. Minus the vampires” “Is that a fkn word even?” “who else said that? Said they were all librarians” Dorothy

“Is there some sort of significance? You’ll tell me later right?” “the fuck? I need that spell. Just disappear people” gay

“Why’d you say that?” Companions are gay

“Oh shit he just got kidnapped. Nice” laughter

“Is he hulking out or some shit?” “cooking? Oh it’s a spell” I mean cooking is spellwork

“Just throw the bowl. It’s easy” “what the hell? He’s Men of Letters; you can’t use him for anything? Holy shit” “Is he going to stab him 37 times? Or 66 times? What’s the magic number?” “nope. Not going to stab him extra” “They fucked up the white balance. Unless it’s snowing out” “to be fair, repainting that would be a lot of work” “Donkey teeth. I like that” “that way he can carry a little ass around in his pocket” “

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x17 Mother’s Little Helper

Bitch you could’ve made your own food

“Who’s killing who here?” “My question was answered in 2 seconds” “You better eat her fkn meatloaf” “It’s not hard to make a meatloaf, right? Outside of improper cooking” there’s a reason why I buy our meatloaf from the store

“Weird”

“Oh” 🎶saving people hunting things🎶

This is the one that Misha Collins directed

“Where the hell are they?” Illinois I think

“He sounds pretty Canadian to be in Illinois” “uh huh” “calling Crowley or what?” “what the fuck” “something definitely turned up before morning” “this is one of those cases where I’d leave the knife in the hand” laughter

“Huh” laughter

“Never caught that before” “what the hell” laughter

“God he’s weird as fuck” “am I supposed to know who she is?” SHe’s a famous lady that I don’t remember who she is

“Depends on the toast” “Does it say sluts on the pinball machine?” “I don’t understand how that’s complicated” Leaving the church is a complicated matter since it takes a lot to become a nun

“hahah”

“Apparently, they didn’t try sand blasting” “it’s because of shit like this, I just always assume there’s weird stuff going on in a church” “well fuck” “on the other hand, it could be propaganda for how cool it is to be a nun” “that’s some backstory. Idk if I ever remembered that” laughter

“How do you not laugh at shit like that?” “doesn’t he want Crowley dead? Or he’s still using him. Oh he doesn’t have the blade yet” laughter

“Quick enough for the first one but not the second one? Jeez” “panty waisted?” “ah there ya go” “well shit” “alright there we go” “this was a pretty good episode I guess. Almost felt like two” “what the fuck” 

“There’s like 3 story lines going on in this episode” “as if we need the music to make it more obvious”

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x18 Meta Fiction

“Oh shit it’s Metatron” “It’s your mom” nipple

“On his arm?” No we saw his nipple! Lol

“Yup” “since when does Cas get distracted by anything? But I suppose it’s his favorite coat” “technology” “mixed in too many early reflections in the reverb” laughter

“I don’t know why that’s funny” laughter “oh that’s funny” “that was easy” “that’s a cool light fixture. Idk if I’ve ever want one but it’s cool” “is every hunter packing griffin feathers? I saw the sign on the door you must have griffin feathers” “what the hell” and laughter

“He says brother but I don’t know if he means by family” They’re angels so he’s like a big brother

“Is this season about parallel storylines? Each episode you catch equal of both sides. Idk if it’s correct or not” Every season is a parallel storyline

“It says OPEN.” pimpmobile

“You should know better than to bring denim to a leather fight” “oh got me” “I didn’t see that coming. That was good” “you can’t because we’re fucked if you do ? Or it’s impossible for you to fail?” “OHhhh. He’s reliving it” “isn’t that show kinda full of continuity errors? They’re not that bad, but I’m not good at picking up on them” “what the fuck” “underwear models” laughter

“That was good” “heh” “hair cut” “like a death cult or something?” “how are we supposed to trust an angel any more than a stupid demon?” “careful with your feet! Don’t break the thing” “the seven looked kinda like a symbol instead of a seven” “oh shit” “I still don’t understand why they’re mad at each other” “They keep lying to each other” “Gadreel just heard all of that” “is he just going to laugh it off somehow?” “where can I get me some holy oil?” “hell of a show” “Jesus fuck” “I don’t know what that means” You used to have to pay to make a phone call

“Oh payphone. Doesn’t this show take place in the 2000s? Why are we talking about payphone?” “This guy is so fkn full of himself” “what was that room set up for in the beginning of the episode?” Finding angels I think

“Is he working for Metatron?” No, Cas isn’t working for Metatron

“Fkn loud man” “is this the end of the season?” We’re getting close

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

The Stakeout

Bucky Barnes x Reader

*a/n: I’m reposing some fics here until I write more again.

Summary:  On a stakeout with Bucky you become bored, which causes you to increasingly irritate your partner.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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You were bored.

It had been four days and the stakeout you were on hadn’t revealed any new information about the target. Being in that cheap motel, day in and day out, was making you fidgety and stir crazy; and in turn you were making your partner crazy.

“Will you please stop pacing around, Y/N?” Bucky asked you for what he was sure was the thousandth time.

“I’m bored, Bucky!” you whined. “Nothing is happening, it’s driving me crazy.”

“Well, shit, Y/N, I can’t make him do anything, we just have to wait it out.”

“Arrghhh,” you groaned, before throwing yourself on the bed.

Bucky looked over at you, rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, then turned back to the monitors where you were supposed to be keeping track of the guy you were watching.

You had been made to go on this mission by Steve after you had gotten hurt on the last one. You had assured him that you were fine to do something more, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was either this or nothing at all. You had figured that this would be better than nothing, but you had been wrong. This was akin to doing nothing at all.

You also knew that Steve had partnered you with Bucky because he was the only one who could control you when you’d get carried away. The only reason you got hurt on the last mission was because he hadn’t been there.

“You know you could be helping me instead of sulking,” Bucky told you from his seat.

You sat up.

“What’s to help you with? All he does is sit around his room. No one comes and he doesn’t go. That’s it. That’s all he does, that’s all he’s done for four days.”

Bucky sighed. “Well, he’s up to something, why else would we be watching him?”

You just shrugged.

“You know, not all missions are action packed.”

“I know, but I’d rather be doing something,” you argued.

“I get that, but I’d rather be doing this, it’s safer.”

“I suppose,” you mumbled.

“And I figured you would be too, seeing as you got hurt last time.”

“See, why’d you have to bring that up?”

“Because it was reckless and you were trained better. I’d know since I did the training. What were you thinking anyway?”

You turned away from his intense gaze. You hadn’t been thinking, that had been the problem. You saw someone attacking one of your partners and rushed in to help. You were lucky Sam had been there to get you both out of it. You didn’t want to hear this from Bucky. You already had been yelled at by Sam and Steve, but coming from Bucky, who didn’t even have to raise his voice, it felt worse. You didn’t want to let him down, not after everything he’d done for you.

You took out one of your knives and began flipping it in your hand; trying your hardest to not look at him. That just annoyed him more.

He got up and walked over to where you were sitting on the bed, catching the knife before you could.

“Hey!”

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I said ‘what were you thinking?’”

You looked into his eyes and shrank back a bit.

“I wasn’t,” you answered in a small voice.

“That’s obvious.”

You sighed. “I already said I was sorry.”

“Yeah, I know. And that’s why you’re here with me. Getting on my nerves.”

You frowned up at him, making him chuckle at you.

“It’s not funny,” you said.

“It is, kiddo.”

“Don’t call me kiddo, I’ve told you about that.”

“Well don’t act like one and I won’t call you it,” he said walking back to his seat. “Honestly, being on this mission with you is kinda making me miss Sam. Think about that.”

“Jerk,” you muttered.

“I heard that.”

———–

The next two days didn’t fare much better, and you could tell even Bucky was getting irritated.

“What is going on with this guy?” you heard him mumble.

“Absolutely the fuck nothing,” you said from your spot on the bed as you tossed your knife you had snuck back from Bucky in the air over and over again.

“Y/N, stop doing that.”

“Okay, then I’ll just start pacing again.”

You heard him take in a deep breath and let it out. You were pushing him to the point of snapping.

“What is with you anyway?”

“I have way too much energy to be doing nothing,” you told him.

“Well, find something to do,” he argued.

“I am,” you said, tossing your knife again with a smirk on your face.

He hopped up and, once again, caught the knife before you could.

You jumped up. “Give that back!”

“No, you’ve been irritating the hell out of me with this.”

You shrugged. “So, it’s something to do. Now give it back.”

He shook his head. “I took it from you once anyway.”

“Yeah and I took it back, and I will again.”

He smirked. “I’d love to see you try that.”

Frustrated, you shoved him, but that only made him laugh since it barely moved him an inch. You then tried to grab the knife from him, but it only made him laugh harder since he could easily keep it away from your reaching fingers. You felt yourself get more and more frustrated, and you had the feeling you were about to do something rash.

You knew you had to stop yourself. Isn’t that what Bucky had been telling you, stop getting upset and just doing whatever? So, you stopped, took a step back, and sized him up.

Bucky stopped laughing. “What are you doing?”

You didn’t answer right away, instead you made to grab for the knife again. When he moved it out of the way like you knew he would, you feinted and managed to grab his other arm. He didn’t see the trick coming and before he knew it, you had him flat on his back on the bed with your knee on his chest.

He looked up at you in shock. You smirked down at him, as you waved your knife in his face. You got off him and walked away tossing your knife in the air in a taunting way. You heard a grunt, followed by the sound of Bucky getting off the bed. Before you could turn around to defend yourself, he had you pinned against the wall.

“Good trick,” he said.

“You would say so,” your voice came out a little muffled since your face was pressed against the wall. “You taught me it.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed.

“You, uh, you gonna let me go?”

“Nope, get out of it yourself.”

You groaned then a thought came to you. You managed to slip your leg between his. Hooking your foot around one of his you managed to trip him up. Unfortunately that meant you ended up on the floor on top of him.

Before you could move, he managed to roll over and pin you underneath him. You knew you could get out of this easily, so you spread you legs then wrapped them around him and flipped the both of you over.

“Ha, that was too easy,” you said getting off of him.

“I let you win that,” he said.

“Sure you did, old man,” you laughed.

He grunted. “Old ma… okay, I’ll show you old.”

Grabbing you by your hands, he pinned you against the wall again, this time facing him with your wrists in one of his hands above your head. The knife lay forgotten on the floor.

“Don’t forget who taught you all these moves,” he whispered to you.

You looked up in his eyes, and noticed that the normal blue seemed to be darkened with something. You felt yourself shift a bit, not out of fear, but out of want.

You wanted him and, judging from the way he was looking at you, he wanted the same.

“Bucky…”

He heard the want in your voice. He leaned forward and kissed you heatedly. When he heard your moan into the kiss, he let his tongue probe at your lips. You opened your mouth eagerly. You let out a gasp when you felt his free hand slide down your back to grab your ass. And when he smacked it, you let out another, louder moan. He kissed along your neck til he got to your ear.

“Turn around,” he said.

“Let me go first.”

He released your wrists from his vibranium arm and you obediently turned around. You felt his lips attach themselves to your neck again as he pressed against you. One hand sliding up underneath your shirt to fondle your breasts, the other snaking its way into your pants. Once his hand made its way past your panties so that one of his fingers could dip into your wet core, you started grinding back against him.

You felt him getting hard against your ass as he continued to finger you. He let another finger join the one already inside of you, curling them to reach your g-spot. You started grinding against him faster, wanting him to keep going, wanting to cum.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

When he heard that, he stopped. Removing his lips from your neck, and his hands from your breasts and pussy. Making you whine with need.

“Take all your clothes off, get on the bed, and lay back,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, shedding clothing as you made your way to the bed, laying back. He walked over to you, staring down at your naked body. He knelt on the bed and grabbing a leg in each hand, he spread them apart. Dipping his head between them, he licked up your pussy lips making you tremble. He then slid his tongue inside you, his nose nudging at your clit. You grabbed on to the cover, you back arching off the bed. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he made his way to your clit. He licked at it before taking into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. You almost came undone right then, but he let up to lick around it again. He alternated between sucking and licking, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you let go just yet.

“Bucky, Bucky, please,” you moaned.

“Please what, Y/N?” he asked, taking his mouth away from your pussy.

“Please let me cum,” you begged.

“No,” he said simply.

You groaned. Your feelings going between wanting to punch him and not wanting to upset him so he’d finish.

He kissed you up your stomach to your breasts, all the while his fingers were playing lightly with your clit, not quite bringing you to completion but getting you so close. When he reached your lips, he kissed you deeply, letting his tongue slip in your mouth so you could taste yourself.

You reached down, pulling at his shirt. Getting the hint, he got off the bed and stripped off his shirt. You sat up and began kissing his stomach as he undid his pants. Once he managed to get them down his thighs, you grabbed at his dick. You looked up at him and he nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Climbing off the bed you knelt in front of him. You ran your thumb around the head, then lowered your head, licking up the precum. You heard him hiss above you. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head and you opened your mouth wide, taking as much of him in as you could. You began stroking the rest with one hand as the other rested on his thigh.

Once you got your rhythm, he started moving his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. You kept up with his movements, spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Letting me fuck your mouth like this. So fucking hot.”

You took your hands and reached around grabbing onto his ass, pushing him in deeper. With a groan he stilled his hips and pulled out of your mouth with a small pop.

“Get on the bed,” he rasped. “On all fours.”

Once you were in position, you felt his hands on your ass as he positioned himself behind you. Then, gripping your hips, he slid inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out as you felt him stretch you.

Once he bottomed out, he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into you, his balls slapping your ass. You would have fell over had he not had a hold on your hips.

“Bucky!” you squealed.

He just chuckled.

He started moving inside you slowly at first, then faster as you got used to his size. He reached around you, and pulled you up so your back was against his chest. His hands toyed with your nipples before moving lower to your clit. He started rubbing light circles around it. You moaned louder, you were close again.

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“No, you’re not,” he told you, taking his hand away and stopping his movements. “Not until I say so, you understand?”

You nodded.

He slapped you on your ass. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you cried out.

“Yes, what?

“I won’t cum until you say so.”

He nodded. “Good. Now get on the desk,” he said, nodding at the desk on the opposite wall.

You walked over to it and hopped up on it. He walked towards you slowly, dick bobbing as he moved.

Once he got to you, he gripped a leg in each and like before and spread your legs. He slid inside you again and began pumping in and out of you. You managed to wrap your legs around his waist as he rutted against you.

“Fuck you’re so wet, Y/N,” he moaned. “So wet and so tight.”

You dug your nails into his back as you tried to push him in deeper with your legs. Reaching underneath you, he lifted you up and pushed you against the wall, never stopping.

“You wanna cum?” he asked you. “You wanna cum all over my dick?”

“Y-yes,” you cried out. “Please, Bucky, I wanna cum so bad.”

“Cum then,” he grunted, before kissing you sloppily.

It didn’t take much before you felt that coil tighten inside you. You had been so close for so long that, at his words, you felt yourself rising to that peak. With a few strokes you came completely undone. You cried out his name as you came harder than you had ever before.

Bucky kept moving inside you, chasing his own orgasm. Once he felt you flutter around him, he knew he was close.

“Shit, I’m close,” he moaned and he started to pull out.

“No, stay inside me, please.”

Those words sent him crashing over the edge and he came with a loud moan, emptying himself inside you.

“Fuck,” he said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You reached up and caressed his cheek before kissing him softly. He lowered you to the ground, kissing you again. He walked over to the chair that he had occupied earlier, you followed him and he pulled you into his lap.

You looked at the screen.

“Wait what’s he doing?” you asked pointing.

“He’s making a phone call. Hold on,” he said reaching for some headphones. “We got it bugged.”

He handed you some and you slipped them on. Hopefully something was finally about to happen.

You both listened as he placed a call.

“Yes, I’d like to speak to the front desk. Yes, I’ll hold.”

You heard the clerk at the front desk answer.

“Yeah, I just like to report the people next door,” he told the clerk. “What are they doing? They’re having loud sex and it’s bothering me!”

You and Bucky exchanged looks.

“Oops,” was all you could say as Bucky rolled his eyes at you.

[shimmershae]

Some more random thoughts about Episode 4--

Because I couldn’t have my notebook commentary be incomplete at the end of the season just because an episode wasn’t my personal favorite.  

Okay.  I’m still a little surprised that Daryl took off running after that one Reaper dude in the dark.  Like if that had been Carol instead of Maggie getting ambushed, my man would have not hasta la vista’d outta there ‘til heknew she was safe--capable, kickass leader or not.  

Dog is so random about listening lately.  How plot point convenient, lol.  

Daryl throwing his crossbow at the Reaper had me legit LMAO.  

Hmm.  So that was Leah he unknowingly hurled his knife at, hahahaha.  

Disobedient or not?  Dog must be protected at all costs.  

For real, though.  It’s like Dog’s Carl reincarnated now.  Somewhere, Lori feels vindicated about all those times she tried to explain that Carl had a stubborn will and mind of his own.  

The hell good is the Walker guts and blood to the face in this sitch.  I’m just not getting it.  

Dog in his little vest.  I’m still loving it and wondering if it has an actual purpose beyond making us go d’aww.  

Does Lynn Collins resemble Megan Follows to anybody else or is it just me?  Love my Anne-girl.  NO comment on LC.  

Well.  That wasn’t exactly a reunion on par with Daryl’s reunion with Carol in the woods outside Terminus.  One would think the woman Daryl supposedly loves would receive a better, more heartfelt welcome.  OH.  

Leah sure loves to point a shotgun at Daryl’s face, doesn’t she?  Can you feel the love tonight.  No, Elton.  I cannot.  

Dog has a weakness for the ladies.  Whether they have homicidal tendencies or not.  

Daryl’s all “Dog, C’mon.  Let’s get TF outta here.  She’s one crazy bitch.”  Then her even crazier fam converges.  

Eleven years in and I still love TWD’s opening theme.  

Nothing says “I love you” quite like a burlap sack over the head.  

So yeah.  Anybody else detect the same hint of vulnerable uncertainty in Daryl’s voice when he tells Leah “I came back for you” as when he asked Carol “why’d you go?”  Funny how in one instance, everybody’s (well, a certain group) is like omigosh.  I think I ship them.  And the other?  They’re like “aww, his mommy hurt his feelings”?  Anyway.  Nice touch, NR.  I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, believe Daryl ever loved Leah.  But she gave him companionship when he was drowning in hopeless loneliness and he’d lost those closest to him so he convinced himself he cared and she was what and who he deserved.  

“These people are my family.  They never stopped looking for me.  When they found me, I came home.”  Interesting how Leah could give Daryl an ultimatum to sever ties with his family and home and yet when her own family returned?  Different damn story.  

Daryl’s face when he realizes how far down Leah’s priority list he is and the bullet that he dodged.  Well.  Almost.  

Daryl lying for all he’s worth.  His anything for them/us/family moment?  

Apparently, love is a chloroform rag to the face for some.  I mean.  There are kinks and there’s this bullshit.  People actually ship this toxic fuckery?  

Guess waterboarding is Leah’s love language.  You have to wonder how else she’s shown her “affection” in that time jump plot point romance.  

WTF did Maggie do to earn these Looney Tunes’ obsession?  

“Go ahead and kill me if you want.”  Oh, Baby.  Daryl, no.  

Oh look.  Daryl’s locked up in a cage again. How novel.  How original.  How very Season 7 of you, Angela.  

“Understand?  Hear me?  Got it?”  Daryl, honey.  You’re not exactly the best at this whole covert thing, are you?  Thank goodness, Frost picked up what you were throwing down.  

“I’ve never lied to you.”  Just before Daryl proceeds to do exactly that for much of the episode.  Methinks, it’s just one whopper after another with her right there because I’m not convinced Leah knows about Carol.  

Look at Leah showing more genuine emotion over her “dead brother” than her newly returned “lover.”  Something ain’t quite right.  

Leah’s cold, sure.  Not sure if I buy LC as a mercenary though.  

Listen.  Daryl telling Leah he got scared and admitting it was because he didn’t want to let go practically feels like a gimme here.  Who you afraid of letting go, Daryl?  Hmm?  Psst.  Rhymes with Carol.  

Girl, you wouldn’t have worked period but whatever.  

“Tall, skinny guy.  Never shuts up.”  Ofc, that’s Negan, lol.  

LOL at Pope’s line to Leah--”not everything is about you, Leah.”  

Him also asking her “you find what you’re looking for?”  is interesting to me and goes right along with Carol’s subconscious asking her the same question.  The parallels are everywhere with these two.  If they don’t get the chance to meet---

“I never said he loved me.”  At least she realizes that.  

Why does Daryl look like he’s wearing guy liner in that firetrap scene?  Glam rock Daryl.  

“We were the Chosen Ones.”  New season, same song, different verse.  All the diferent shades of cray-cray with this one.  

Overall impression?  Not a bad episode, but not necessarily enthralling either.  At this point, all the different villains we’ve had on this show just feel like they’re passing along a relay baton or something and picking straight up where the last one left off.  

Daryl seems to well and truly know where he belongs now, because he looked like he couldn’t be bothered to rub two fucks together where Leah was concerned.  He just wanted to get the hell outta Dodge.  

The Reapers are all pretty darn attractive.  So at least there’s some nice eye candy to admire while we’re waiting for them to vamoose. 

I just want more Carol this season. Is that too much to ask considering she’s the first billed female character and the second billed character over all?  

Next episode looks to be populated with less newbs so there’s that.  I am ready for a break from all the new people, lol.  I just want to sit with and visit some old friends for a while.  I’m certain I’m not alone.  

Okay.  That is all.  For now, lol.  

I’ll be back sometime tomorrow probably to give my impressions and commentary of Episode 5.  

G’night.  

[infinitegalahad]

I’ll Make A Man Out Of You (Ch.2)

Summary: You drop into Normandy and get injured during the jump. You run into an unarmed Eugene, and a Kraut.

Warnings: Minor mentions of blood and stabbing.

A/N: The rest of the story will be posted both on tumblr and ao3!  I wrote this during exam week and with my ADHD kicking in, it was a little rough to write this! But I did it for you guys. plus Thanksgiving break starts for me soon so I hope to release the whole story by then! Hope you guys enjoy!

Normandy couldn’t have been real. It seemed like an over-exaggerated plot. You and thousands of men dropped into Normandy. It seemed like the sky was on fire. Instead of landing at your destination, you landed right into a tree. You were being choked by a cord and cut it, landing right into a thorn bush. Not only were you scared but injured. Your hand grabbed a fist full of thorns. It was tempting to scream, but you had to be a man. The only weapon you had was a swiss knife from your ankle holster. That jump was a nightmare,, and you assumed you lost all your supplies. So not only were you scared and injured but alone.

Ripping a piece of your sleeve, you wrapped it around your bloody hand. With a swiss knife, you were prepared to defend yourself and most likely die. The sky still sparkled with bombs. It was calmer than it was before, but the flashes and explosions made your body tremble.

To add to your stress, you had no idea where you had dropped. You continued to walk forward with a bloody trail. You began to stumble on your own feet through the dark woods.

“Come on…” You mumbled, looking down at your hand. The fabric was wet and warm,soaking with blood. The wound reminded you of Eugene. He had been right behind you on the plane. As you prepared to jump, he patted you on the back. You turned to him and softly smiled. Eugene responded with a smile. You were worried about him. Did he survive the jump or die in the crossfire?

The distant screams of German made you jump. Grabbing your knife, you hid behind a tree and looked in both directions. The german was coming closer to your location, along with a panting noise. It was low and gruff. You noticed two silhouettes; one of them running as the other tracked behind them. Your curiosity caused you to (foolishly) move from tree to tree to get closer.

It was Eugene and a Kraut. He still wore his dark facepaint from the jump. The Kraut swung his gun around, using the bayonet. Looking at your knife, you furrowed your eyebrows. Eugene fell behind a tree as the Kraut tumbled backward. Seeing it as an opportunity, you ran behind the Kraut and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back and stabbing him in his hip. The fabric he wore was so thick that your small blade didn’t fully enter. Enraged, he screamed and grabbed your tinier frame, throwing your down.

It took Eugene a second to realize that it, was you. You fell with a gentle grunt. Your eyes met each other. He was relieved by your presence. Even though Eugene knew that you were capable, the thought of you getting hurt stung him with guilt. He deeply cared about you, even if he wasn’t the best at showing it. After finding out about your true identity, you told Eugene that nothing was to change between you two. Eugene swore and attempted, but it was getting harder each day to do so.

Your stare was disrupted by the Kraut you had just stabbed. He ran ontop as he forced a bayonet into your throat. Your hands had grabbed it in time, pushing it up. The Kraut was stronger than you. His face was scrunched up as he yelled curses into your face. The blade was getting closer to your neck. Was this going to be your fate? Would you die a hero?

The Kraut was knocked off of you. He flew to the side as his weapon fell from his hands. Your eyes once again met with Eugene’s. He had kicked the soldier off, saving your life. There wasn’t enough time to thank him. Rolling to the side, you pushed yourself up and ran to the bayonet. The Kraut attempted to get up,, but you kicked him back down. Stepping on his chest, you forced the bayonet in this throat. His big hands painfully squeezed your ankles as he choked on his blood. But his widened eyes knew it was all over. His tight grasp began to soften as his eyes rolled into his head, his arms falling as the blood still trailed from his mouth.

“Flash?”

You looked over and saw Eugene slowly walking towards you.

“Thunder,” You said as you walked over to Eugene, “Thank god your here.”

Eugene’s hands began to pat down your body frantically. You stood there, not knowing what to do. He was muttering small words in French as you raised your hands. “Doc! What the hell are you doing?”

“You feelin’ good, right y/n? You didn’t get hurt or anythin’,” Eugene mumbled as his hands patted your shoulders. A red tint glowed on your cheeks as he looked away. Ever since finding out you were a woman, Eugene became even softer in front of you. You didn’t want him to think of you any differently for being a woman.

You sighed, “Yes, I’m fine, says the guy who almost got killed.”

“Y/n, that Kraut could’ve killed you!” Eugene exclaimed as his hands remained on his shoulder, “He was twice your size!”

You threw his hands off your shoulders and walked over to his body, searching for any ammunition or bare necessitates. “Did you even have a weapon to fight him?”

“No, but…” Eugene said, tripping on his words. If you hadn’t been there, then he most likely would’ve died. It had been such a crazy night. Eugene began to wonder if y/n was a guardian angel.

A luger had been in the Kraut’s holster. It was loaded, and yet he hadn’t used it once. His blank eyes burned into your soul. Shaking it off, you stood up and walked back towards Eugene with a luger. You opened up his jacket and safely placed in it his pocket, gently patting it.

“There, you got a weapon now.” You reassured. Eugene and your faces were so close to eachothers. Even in the night, you could still remember those beautiful blue eyes. Your hand lingered on his chest, just like when his big hands rested on his shoulders.

Eugene grabbed your hand that was wrapped in a bloodied cloth. Taking the ripped piece off, he examined your hand and saw the injury. “You said you weren’t injured.”

“It’s just a scratch, Doc.”

“Sit down, now.” He commanded. You refused,, and he carefully grabbed your wrist, leading you to a rock. The two of you sat down as he scavenged his jacket for any supplies. With a thin wrap of bandages and gauze pads, he began to work at your hand. You attempted to help by removing the blood, but he insisted that he was the one that did all the work.

“Why’d you lie to me?” He broke the silence. You looked up at him as he wrapped your hand. “You were hurt”.

“It was a small scratch. I fell from some trees during the landing. I have a few bruises, I think,” You continued, “But trust me, I’m fine.”

Eugene grunted as he finished wrapping your hand. The method you taught him over a year ago stuck with him. It always worked like a charm.

“Eugene,” You said, your voice soft. You didn’t even notice that you stopped faking your voice. He looked up at you as he tied the bandages, “You use the shoelace method still?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He said as he put the spare supplies in his jacket pocket. “It works. Well.”

Eugene finished gathering his supplies as you took the Kraut’s bayonet. It wasn’t a lot, but it worked. Eugene and you had no idea where you were going. You watched the shells explode in the sky as you walked in the dark forest, trying to stay alive. Eugene was quieter than he usually was. He refused to make eye contact with you as he held the luger in his hands.

“Listen, Gene…” You looked over at him, keeping your voice low. Eugene looked at you, all ears and eyes on you. “I know we’ve talked about this, but you gotta stop treatin’ me like I’m helpless. I just feel like your,, my mother!”

“I know, I just…” He stuttered, looking at you, “I don’t know.”

You were frustrated, unable to respond. You did love Eugene as a friend, but sometimes he never knew how to communicate. He would either mumble in French or mutter quietly, constantly repeating himself. “It’s nice that you wanna help, but I can take care of myself. Do you think of me any differently because I am a girl?”

Eugene, seeing you were offended, shook his head. “What? No? Not at all. It’s just...you don’t see a girl like yourself every day.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him to explain.

“I’ve never met a strong girl, or woman ever. At least a one who...you know….” Eugene tilted his head as the two of you continued to walk, “wants to do their own thing. Not saying I don’t mind it. You don’t stumble across someone like you every day,, y’know.”

Did Eugene just call you strong? Eugene sometimes didn’t make sense. Hearing him call you a woman made your knees weak. His words still confused you; regardless, it made your cheeks grow red again. You felt like he was subtly praising you.

“Um, well, thanks,” You thanked. He nodded his head in response, tipping his helmet. “But please, just treat me like I’m a man. Let me take care of myself, and...you”.

You looked forward as your cheeks began to grow pink. What the hell had you just done? Your thoughts were starting to become word vomit. You could feel Eugene look at you. Knowing him, you knew Eugene’s movements. His face was trying to process the words you had just spoken.

Hearing footsteps, you stopped in place and signaled to Eugene to keep low. The footsteps got louder as the two of you hunched on the ground, waiting to see who was lurking. It wasn’t a german soldier, but Winters and Hall. You were relieved, not wanting to kill another man again. The vivid image of a warm, crimson liquid spewing out of the Kraut’s mouth made you shiver. Like you, he was just a soldier fighting for his life in a war-torn world. He was just a human that you had slaughtered, like a lamb in a pen. The Kraut fought until his last seconds. Your ankles ached with pain as you could already feel the bruises forming on your ankles. If you hadn’t been there, Eugene would’ve died. He wasn’t armed with anything but his medical kit.

It was a strange sensation. Whenever you saw Eugene, a smile would curve on your lips. It would happen without you even knowing. You began to notice the small occurrence at the beginning of your friendship. Liebgott had questioned (and teased) you about it at first. Even walking back to the checkpoint in the dark night, Winters had asked you why you were smiling? It was because you were thinking of Eugene-relieved that he was alive because of your quick thinking. Not only did you save a life, but you in cold blood took one as well.

-----

There was a little peace at the checkpoint. After an unpleasant night of killing more Krauts, Bill going on a killing rampage with Winters reprimanding him, and almost being choked by your parachute; being in a field in the open air was so refreshing. You were in the eye of the storm. Peace was tempapory, but you would savour every minute of it. There were no more shells or dark skies, just silence for the time being. Who knew what was in store. You could be alive or dead in the next twenty four hours. Upon arriving, you headed to the medics since Eugene insisted that you could’ve been more injured than you were. He dragged you to the medic as you repeated that you were okay. It reminded me of your mother, dragging you into a department store for clothes shopping.

To say you were lucky was an understatement—most of the men who landed in trees ending up dying from shells or their own gear. The nurses, upon hearing your story of falling from a tree into poison ivy, were shocked that you had made it out alive (and killed a Kraut with a little blade). They discovered you had a few bruises and cuts around your body. Apparently you even had a gash on your thigh. Another medic said that due to your adrenaline rush, it was porbalry the reason you didn’t feel that much pain from the gash. Your leg had hurt but you weren’t concerned with it; you were concerned with keeping Eugene alive.

A medic who’s name baffled you. He had been telling you a story and all you thought about was Eugene. Where had he gone to? The other medic had almost disappeared to deal with another solider who was severely wounded. All you saw was a flash of blood with panicked voices following along. It was tempting to look, but all you could do was look down at your feet that dangled off of the bed. It had been your first day of combat and you had already seen enough.

A small knock made you look up, revealing Eugene. He saw your leg and walked up. You had claimed you weren’t injured besides your arm, but he had proven you wrong.

“Hey,” You mumbled softly.

“Y/n, your leg,” He responded with a kit prepared to treat your leg. He didn’t even need to say, his eyes had already given you a disapproving stare.

“I know, I know,” You sighed as his hands began to clean the remaining blood, “It’s just a small scartch.”

“Scratch? You fell outta’ tree and your actin’ like it was nothin’!”

“I was too worried about not choking or getting killed by a Kraut,” You played with your fingers as Eugene began to softly wrap a bandage around your leg. His large, warm hands were gentle on your ripped leg, “I killed someone…”

Even though he was a Kraut, his face never left yout mind. The bruises werw a grim reminder of his death. The way he held on and stared at you sent shivers down your spine. Once he finished tying your wound, you pushed yoruseld up and walked past him. Before you could walk on, Eugene stopped you. You sighed as your eyes darted away; your fingers playing with the cloth of your jacket.

“He was gonna kill you, y/n. You did the right thing-”

“No I didn’t! I killed a man!” You hushed whispered. “Is that what I am? A killing machine? I know there bad, but there people as well.”

Eugene saw your distress. You had been the one person he had been able to confide in for the past two years. Unknown to you, you had been on Eugene’s mind lately. His job was a medic. He preferred to keep to his own since he refused to deal with his emotions. It was too risque to build friendships. But when y/n had stumbled into his gloomy world, it felt like the clouds had drifted away and a peak of sun had shined through. Eugene had known there was something off about you for years. The men in easy company were to distracted to see, but you weren’t a man. You were a woman and a strong one with that.

But each day, Eugene couldn’t contain it. He cared for you. He knew it from the minute he had met you. In Eugene dreams, his mémé had said you were a good person. Was y/n a guardian angel his mémé had sent for him? She had you were a true warrior. He was the only one taht knew of your true identity. Eugene hadn’t ever meet a dame such as y/n. You were a kind person, full of emotion and calm. The best parts of Toccoa were being around y/n. You were a fresh breath of air at Toccoa. Seeing you rise above the ranks made him smile. But the thought of you, his guardian angel, getting hurt made him panic.

Instead of bringing up death, Eugene placed his hands on your shoulder. Your shaking had stopped as you let out a sign, looking into his big blue eyes. He was going to comfort you in his own way.

“Remember ‘da lake? You punched me because, y’know,” Eugene said. You looked up and shook your head. The night that Eugene found out. His hand was awkalredy placed on your nude breast as you hid from Sobel. Taking it the wrong way, you threw him back with a mean punch.

“Listen. You’re not a killing machine, your…” Eugene looked down before looking back at you, “A guardian angel. You’re such a brave wom-man. Man. Not a lot of people could do what you did. You saved me. Thank you…”

You looked down and blushed, shaking your head. “Eugene, damnit. I did noth-”

“You sacrificed your life for your family and me. You would do it for the whole company. Your kind and brave.” He explained with a firm grasp on your shoulders, “Your a guardian angel, y/n. Remember ‘dat, okay?”

“Ok, I will.” You smiled back. Eugene patted your shoulders and looked down at your wrapped leg and hand. He had caught news that Winters had picked you and a few other men to stop a Kraut assault at Brécourt. He was going to be the sole medic in this death misson. In his opinon, Eugene thought you were not fit for the mission. Not because you cpuldn’t handle killing a few more Krauts (much to your dismay), but that you were injured. But then again, Winters had full trust in Toccoa’s prodigy.

Eugene and you walked out of the medical center. You ran a hand through your growing hair. It was short on the sides but starting to get long on top. Liebgott had cut your hair before the jump, but had done a poor job. He did say he was a barber. Placing the oversized helmet on your head, you tipped it upwards to clearly see. Eugene was on your mind, and so was the “guardian angel” business. Did he believe you were one? The war had been certianelt been taking a toll on everyone.

“Y/n?”

“Hrm?”

“You sure you can handle this?”

“The other medic cleared me. I told Winters I could go.” You replied, showing your hand. It was still banaged, but it felt better. Sure it stung, but you could deal with it. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”

“Jus’ stay close to me, if you can y/n. Please.” Eugene quietly requested. There he was again, quiet and full of worry. It was so sweet to have someone actually care about you in such a horrible time.

You and Eugene had a secret language, full of little quirks. All you did was chuckle back and bump into his shoulder.

It was a promise.

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Apartment 2B (m) | salty & sweet

genre: fluff, smut, angst, food kink/play, ice play rating: explicit pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 4.7k suggested listening: perfect 10 + bad boy - red velvet | stay up - baekhyun | playlist warnings: casual sex, explicit language summary: after your encounter is cut short with jungkook, you take a step back to process your budding feelings for him. notes: tysm for the positive response to the first chapter! please do enjoy the second installment of this series.ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale

You sigh as you reach in your cabinet and pull out a metal tin filled with instant coffee. You ponder for a moment on if coffee is actually enough.

It’s the morning after last night’s encounter, and you can’t stop replaying what happened in your head.

Your kettle whistles and you pull it off the burner, dropping a small scoop of coffee grinds into two cups.

The water sizzles as it sets into the cup, and the liquid blooms into a dark hue. 

You decide coffee is absolutely not enough, and you reach into your cabinet, grabbing a miniature bottle of whiskey. Your pour half of the bottle into each cup.

Miri starts barking, and you hear footsteps start to pick up in the hallway outside. 

You then hear a buzz at your door. 

“It’s me!” Yuna shouts as you pull the door open. She steps through the door frame and gives you a warm hug.  

“Hi, girl.” Miri jumps around her and Yuna scratches her ears for a brief second.

You grab the two coffee cups from the kitchen and settle into your couch, handing Yuna one. Yuna plops down, looking at you as you snuggle up into a large throw.

“What’s up?” She asks, taking a sip of coffee. She coughs, and then looks into the cup. “Irish coffee so early? Tell me the tea.” Her eyes widen, looking at you as you sip.

You pull the throw down from around you, showing her the large, purple hickey on your neck. She spits her coffee back into the cup. 

“What the fuck? Who did that?” She asks, putting her knees in the couch to examine it closer. 

“The guy who lives right below me.” You take a gulp of you coffee as you peer up at her.

“What?! Did you two fuck?” Yuna exclaims as her grin widens from ear-to-ear. Her eyes grow larger in anticipation and she plops down again. 

“No.” You whine as you cover yourself back up. “Shit happened, but I think he’s just too young for me, Yuna. I can’t get over it. I used your call as an excuse to stop.” You lament, throwing your head back on the couch.  

“I was calling to fucking ask if you had my wallet! Oh my god I can’t be an accomplice in cockblocking you like this.” Yuna puts her hand over her forehead as if she has a fever, looking over at you. 

“Is this the guy that watched your dog?” You nod, biting your lip. “Oh my god !” Yuna roars as she begins to pace the room. “You’re gonna go apologize for giving him blue balls right now. ” Yuna commands.

“Like, is your pussy broken or something?” Yuna asks, slamming her cup down. She gets close to your face and pauses for a second, her expression serious.

“I’m asking if you got wet.” She demands, putting her hands on her hips.

“Very.” You whisper back, covering your mouth. You both look at each other for a moment and then burst into a fit of laughter. The two of you clutch your guts from laughing so hard.

“Holy shit, you fucking cougar.” Yuna breaks out into another wave of laughter. 

As Yuna calms down and catches her breath, sits down and folds her legs, looking at you. “But seriously...this guy’s all the way into you, no matter your age diff. There’s not a soul that’d watch a stranger’s dog for a whole freaking week if they weren’t into them in some way.” She assures you. 

“I fucking wouldn’t.” Yuna states, downing the rest of her coffee.

You ponder on it for a moment. She’s absolutely fucking right.

**

You’re now in front of Jungkook’s apartment. 1B . You’re wearing a miniskirt and a band t-shirt, while vinyl booties adorn your feet. Underneath your clothes you have on a matching set of lingerie, just in case .

You train your eyes on the apartment number for a few moments before you blow out all of the tension in your body. You hang your neck back for a second before pulling your head forward. You chew on your lip as you lift your finger to ring Jungkook’s doorbell. 

You see someone lift the peephole to the door. It takes several moments before the door actually opens.

It’s Jungkook. His frame occupies most of the door’s space, and he looks you from head to toe with a stoic expression.

“Hey.” You utter quietly as you look up at him, your eyes filled with apprehension. 

Jungkook’s wearing a knee-length flannel shirt with the arms torn off. It’s unbuttoned all the way and reveals his bare chest. He wears a baseball cap on his head that’s adorned with two rings. His faded jeans have large rips in the knees, exposing the cut muscles in his thighs. 

“What? Need a dogsitter again?” He says curtly, and the words stab like a knife in your spine.

“Can we talk?” You look down at your feet and then back up to his eyes. He doesn’t say a word and just opens the door up further. You walk in and he pushes the door shut.

** 

Jungkook motions for you to sit on his couch. He reaches into his cabinet and grabs two glasses.

“Are you thirsty, noona?” He asks, as he tries to convey no particular emotion in his voice. 

“Uh, sure.” You respond, rubbing your sweaty palms on your skirt. You interlace your fingers to stop your hands from shaking.

You watch as Jungkook fills the two glasses with water. He heads to the fridge and grabs a lemon slice, and adds the juice of it to his drink. Jungkook walks back over, handing you the glass without lemon. 

You look up at him trying to read his face. Nothing. 

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your water, as does he. Silence fills the air for an uncomfortable period.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks, cutting through the silence. He keeps his eyes hidden under the hat by training them on his glass. He doesn’t look at you for a response.

“It’s just...you’re so much younger than me, Jungkook. I’m not sure-“ Jungkook cuts you off. 

“Are you afraid? Is that it?” He inquires as he rests his arms on his legs, the muscles in his arms flexing from the tension as he clasps his hands together.

“I’m just not sure I’m anything special. I’m not sure it’s me you want.” You look down at your lap, pressing your fingers together to soothe your nerves.

“I don’t think you’ve ever seen yourself, then.” He takes another sip of his water. You lose your breath in your throat again as you furrow your brows.

“And I’m always one thousand percent sure of what I want.” His face is serious as he finally turns to look at you.

You notice his leg is now touching yours, and the heat from his body starts to transfer into your own.

Your eyes look up and search Jungkook’s to try and process what he’s just said. You put a hand on his leg for a moment, before giving it a squeeze. Your eyes triangulate his face before stopping at his lips. You move in so that your lips slowly press into his, and he brings his hand to cover yours. He resists the kiss at first before you apply more pressure. He inhales sharply, melting in.

You climb on top of Jungkook’s lap and his hands run up your waist. You push his chest back and you watch the lust start to form in his eyes as you remove your top. You bite your lip before you lean forward and press your lips to his again. “How are you so hard already?” You whisper lightly in the kiss. "Because you drive me crazy." He whispers back as he kisses you.

Jungkook moans as you settle more of your weight onto his crotch. He grinds up into you and threads a hand into your hair. He pulls your head further forward to envelop you in the kiss.

A few moments into the kiss, he licks your lips with his tongue for entry. You immediately oblige, and his tongue explores the inside of your mouth. “Gotdamn.” He groans into the kiss. 

You remove Jungkook’s hat and throw it across the room. Your hands run up his muscled chest before you pull down his shirt, exposing his built traps.  

You breathe out as your hands slink into his hair. You grab his strands at the roots and pull him from your mouth. You both heave, lips swollen.

His tongue tasted like lemons. Shit.

“You know what? I changed my mind. Maybe I just have a noona kink.” He taunts, pulling his lower lip into his mouth.

“You’re such a fucking brat.” Your glower at him before your rise up off his crotch to kiss him deeper. 

Jungkook’s rough hands run up your thighs and land on your panties. His hands move to your folds and glide over the fabric that’s now soaking wet.

“Did I make you this wet the first night?” He smiles in the kiss as he tries to catch his breath. 

“No.” You growl, pulling at his lip with your teeth. He smacks your ass, and you let out a moan.

“Then did you touch yourself the first day we met, like a good girl?” He whispers, desperate for you to give him the response he’s craving. You try to move back in to kiss him instead, but he pulls back. You put both of your hands on his neck and press your forehead to his as you heave -- still trying to catch his lips.

He seemed hellbent on torturing you this afternoon for what happened the morning before.

“Tell me.” He raises his chin up waiting for a response. You groan at the sudden lack of contact. 

“No.” You tease again, and it makes him growl. You move back in and Jungkook lets you kiss him -- but he slaps your ass harder this time. He breaks away from the kiss, looking at you. 

“You won’t be needing these.” He gets a firm hold of your panties and then rips them off your body in two pieces. You gasp out in shock, looking at him. He smirks. 

Jungkook grips your thighs hard, and taps your ass so you wrap your legs around his torso. You can’t help but gasp as he lifts you up, carrying you toward his bedroom.

**

Jungkook drops you to the bed, his body towering over yours. He whips his belt off quickly, and his jeans follow just as fast. He unzips your boots, throwing them off to the side.

Jungkook leans into you and kisses you briefly, then plants kisses down your neck. Your breath quickens in anticipation.

“God you’re beautiful.” Jungkook gasps out as he runs his hands down your waist for a brief moment, admiring you from head to toe. You start to blush under his gaze. 

Your chest heaves as he moves to kiss in between your breasts. He undoes the front clasp of your bra, and immediately latches onto one of the breasts that spills out. You moan out as he kneads your other nipple between his fingers. His sucking starts to grow intense, and you squirm as you comb your fingers through his soft hair. 

He finally releases your nipple and trails his wet lips down your abdomen, landing between your legs. 

“You’re dripping wet.” He says breathily, looking up at you. 

Jungkook wastes no time lapping up the sticky sweet concoction between your legs. 

“You taste so good.” He moans into you. He throws your legs on his shoulders before starting to lick even deeper into you. He’s relentless and you whine as you grip his hair to focus his tongue. 

The texture of his tongue threatens to drive you to the brink of insanity as he continues to lap up the cream spilling from your legs, and you can’t remember the last time you got this wet.

Beads of sweat form on your forehead from guiding him for what feels like an eternity. 

“Jungkook, I’m gonna-” You utter as soon as you’re close to climaxing, but he pulls his mouth off of you.

You sit up on your elbows and look at him, breathless. 

“Bad girls don’t get to cum so soon.” He says, smirking at you as he licks the gleam off his lips. He pulls you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles. 

You look up at Jungkook through your lashes, slipping your fingers in the waistband of his boxers.  

“Let me make it up to you then.” He nods, and you pull his boxers down in one fell swoop. His cock springs out and it’s already leaking with precum. You take the liquid from the tip with your thumb and spread it down over his shaft. You then spit into your hand before you start to slowly pump your hand up and down over him. 

“How’s that?” You coo, biting your lip as you watch him struggle to form a response.

Jungkook heaves as you slowly drag your tongue over his cock. As you reach the head, you envelop him with your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around him. You do this for a few moments while you look at him, and then release him with a pop. He groans as you slowly lick his shaft again before diving into the head. He inhales sharply.

Jungkook slides his hands into your hair to control your pace as you’re faster now. You moan into him as you reach your fingers between your legs to soothe the developing ache. 

Jungkook throws his head back as you work, and he’s not sure if he’s ever felt pleasure like this before. He tries to picture the unsexiest of things so he doesn’t explode in your mouth right then and there. 

“Ah-” He moans as you try to take him deeper into your mouth. He gently tugs at your hair to pull you off, and then bends down to kiss you. Your tongues meet and the salts from your juices intertwine -- making you both moan into the kiss. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss and then motions for you to lay back. You oblige, and you spread your legs as he positions himself to enter you. He only inserts the head of his cock a few times to tease and you groan. You reach down to try and finger yourself, but Jungkook pins your arms above your head.

“Beg.” He whispers in your ear, his tone demanding.

“Please.” You plead, but he moves back down to suck at your nipples. Your back arches on the bed from the sudden contact. His lips wander down the sensitive flesh of your arms before he moves to work on your exposed neck with his mouth.

“You’re a good girl, right? Use your words. Tell me what you want.” He whispers in your ear, before licking up your neckline again. You try to free yourself from the pin he has you under, but it’s no use.

“I want you inside of me.” You say breathlessly into his ear, and Jungkook pauses his assail on your neck. His hand slips down to your wet folds, before he enters a finger in. “Like this ?” He taunts, pumping his finger in and out of you. All you can do is writhe in pleasure as he inserts a second finger in. 

“N-n-” You moan out and the room starts to echo with how wet you are before he enters a third finger.

“I want your hard cock inside of me, Jungkook.” You whine again before he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Good girl.” He parts your mouth with his fingers and places them on your tongue. You taste your juices on them and you moan on his fingers. 

Jungkook rubs his cock back over your entrance before pushing himself into you.

You quickly sip in air for a moment as his size stretches your walls. He looks down at you and you nod at him, before he starts forming a rhythm of pumping into you.

“Jungkook, ah-” You whine as he starts to thrust into you a bit harder. His face is fucked out as he looks at you, grunting at every push. Your nails dig deeper into his back with every deranged thrust, and it only encourages him to pick up pace. 

Lewd slapping sounds fill the room as the headboard starts to bang into the wall. Your eyes roll into the back of your head in pure ecstasy as your nails drag down his back.  

You hear a loud knock from the other side of the wall, and you let out a mad laugh.

This is straight out of your fantasy. 

Jungkook notices, and he grabs your jaw to focus your eyes back on his.

“You like the neighbors knowing I’m fucking you, hmm?” He asks as his hand slides up to your neck, and you nod madly.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum-” You whimper as he continues pounding into you, merciless with his pace. His hand firms around your neck, and waves of pleasure surge through your body. 

You clutch the sheets as your walls close around him, and that prompts his own orgasm. He pulls out quickly, and shoots his load over your abdomen. 

“Jesus.” Jungkook collapses, too taxed to care about anything else. He rolls over from on top of you, settling his head on your chest.  

“Fuck. That was so good.” You smile, running your hands through his now damp locks. 

“You’re unreal.” Jungkook looks at your lips once more before pressing a kiss to them. He nudges his nose against yours. 

“I’m hungry. I think I’m ready to eat lunch.” You say, and Jungkook can’t help but laugh.  

“What? What’s so funny? I’m hungry!” You say, a serious look on your face.

“That’s how we got into this mess in the first place. Lunch. ” He says, grabbing you by the ass to pull your body closer to his, so you’re fully facing him.

“Shutup.” You giggle, as you tuck his hair behind his ear and stare into his eyes. Your lips trace his, and the both of you melt into another kiss.

**

“Want a piece, noona?” Jungkook asks as he chews vigorously. “What is it?” You ask without looking at him. You’re in the produce aisle of a supermarket, trying to decide what vegetables to buy for lunch.  

You notice Jungkook’s basket of groceries is filled with a bunch of sensible items: lots of fruits, and a few other sweet treats like chocolate syrup and popsicles.

“Just open.” He says and you comply. You lick your lips at the sugar that now dusts your lips. “It’s so good!” You widen your eyes, looking at him and he shakes his head up and down.  

“They said it’s a boardwalk doughnut.” Jungkook says as he hums and pops another piece in his mouth. His eyes sparkle with enjoyment and he does a little jiggle. You giggle to yourself at his full cheeks.

You look at him again. The same guy in front of you raving about boardwalk doughnuts is literally the same person that fucked your brains out just last night.   

What the fuck.

You lean in to take a bite of the piece of doughnut in his hand, but he pulls it back. “Use your words, noona.” He says and he laughs, as you glare at him. His nose scrunches as his smile overtakes his entire face. You ignore him and try to grab his hand to take another bite. 

Of course, he’s leagues stronger than you. 

He yanks his hand away before putting the entire piece in his mouth. 

“You’re so cute when you don’t get what you want.” He bowls over in laughter as he watches your expression darken. He tickles your chin before he kisses you for a brief second.

“Excuse me!” An older woman says, curtly. “Some people are actually trying to shop here.” You snap out of the kiss and whip your head around to look at her. 

“I’m so, so sorry.” You say, giving her a slight bow as you move away from her. 

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, JK.” You whisper to Jungkook, giving him one more peck as he chuckles.

“I know.” He whispers back, taking your hand in his. 

** 

You’re back in your apartment, prepping for lunch. Jungkook picks out a knife from the drawer to assist you with chopping up the vegetables.

“You’re quite good.” You state, looking out the corner of your eye as you watch him chop. 

“I’m a personal trainer, so I’m always trying and testing things for my clients. So, naturally, I needed to learn how to cook.” His eyes are honed in on the knife as he chops quickly. He beats you in cutting his portion and throws it in a pot of boiling water. 

“Let me do these.” He chops up your vegetables and throws them in the water as well.

“Tell me more about you.” You lean back against the counter and take an apple from a shopping bag. You take a bite of it, observing him. 

“Well, I had 6 brothers growing up.” He crosses his arms as he looks at you. Your eyes widen, and he nods in affirmation. 

“The 7 of us were crammed in two rooms, but we made the best of what we had. Our apartment was nothing to write home about, but we did live right off the coast of Busan.” He takes a sip of water from a glass he got earlier.  

“My mom always bonded us by letting us cook together with her. We’re all still so close.” His lips turn up in a smile as he recalls the memory. “I think that’s why I gravitate toward people -- and maybe women -- older than me.” He mentions as his cheeks turn pink. 

This man was truly so saccharine and pure. Where did the monster in your bed last night come from?  

“That’s so sweet about your mom. Give me more deets on your brothers. Are all of them as cute as you?” You take a seductive bite of your apple while you look at him.

“Don’t even think about it. They’re all ugly.” He laughs as he pours curry powder into the boiling water.

“You?” He asks as he pulls out a spoon to mix the water, while he turns off the rice.

“My parents are pretty strict. They still think success is hinged on a profession.” You shrug.  

“It’s all pretty depressing, so I don’t dwell on it. We’re not very close at all because of it. I’m honestly scared to tell them off -- they’d kill me if they even knew I was fucking you.” You say, lowering your eyes to the floor, a bit embarrassed.

“There’s nothing you can do to change people’s mind sometimes.” He shrugs.  

You look up at Jungkook as he kisses your cheek. 

“Let’s eat.” He says, to get your mind off the topic. 

“I’ll get your mind off it with dessert later.” Jungkook grabs the two plates and heads toward the table.

“What’d you get for dessert? The doughnuts?” You ask as your eyes widen in amusement. 

“It’ll be a surprise.” He yells back. Your brows furrow at his response.

**

You finish off the last of your meal, and Jungkook takes both plates, placing them in the sink. 

He comes back to the table empty-handed. “Did you forget about dessert already?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“Of course not.” He says. “Close your eyes.” You close your eyes and pout. 

“You have a problem admitting what you want, noona. I saw it both nights we were together.” Jungkook states, and you suddenly feel a silk fabric slide over your eyes.

“I need you to start trusting yourself. Your instinct.” You move your head around and hear rustling.  

After a few moments, his footsteps near closer to you.

Somehow, in the blindfold, every sense is enhanced. You can hear Jungkook’s breathing rising and falling. The light smell of his cologne. The aroma of softener on his clothes. The sudden softness under your feet. The goosebumps on your skin, forming from the uncertainty of your environment.

“Jungkook, what are you doing ?” You inquire, trying to reach around for him. No such luck.

“Jungkook? ” You hear more rustling near you, and you turn your head in the direction of the sound. 

You’re unsure of what’s happening, and you feel your heartbeat thump in your ears. 

“JK? This isn’t funny.” You suddenly feel something press at your lips, and it feels unfamiliar. He runs the item over your lips again and you take in the texture. It’s small and bumpy, with a prickly tip. Jungkook pulls it from your lips and you hear him bite into it. 

“Open.” He says, and he runs it down your tongue. “Tell me what it is.” You lick into your lips and then bite into it. The juices run down your chin.

“It’s a strawberry.” You answer, swallowing it.

“Good.” He praises.

This time you feel a wet liquid touch your mouth. It drizzles down your lips and you lick them.

“Chocolate.” You say as he runs a chocolate-covered strawberry over your lips and you bite into it. Your senses are already overwhelmed as you feel Jungkook slip down your tank top.  

You never thought in a million years that his arsenal of groceries would be used to taunt you all night.  

Suddenly, you feel air hit your breasts as he pulls down your bra and your nipples immediately harden. 

You gasp as you feel a thick liquid start to slowly slide down your body. The sensation is familiar, yet intense on your skin. You throw your head back to take it in. You start to smell a sweet aroma, but can’t quite put your finger on it. 

You suddenly feel Jungkook take your nipple in his mouth and you let out a moan at the sudden contact.

Jungkook moves to lick your other nipple before moving to your mouth. He kisses you briefly.  

“It’s honey.” You whisper, your body now trembling in anticipation.  

He pulls you up by the arm, and you feel him sit down. He drags you on top of his lap, and you can feel how hard he’s gotten. You didn’t need a blindfold suppressing one of your senses to tell you what that was.

“Tell me what you want, noona.” He whispers, and you yelp as a cold liquid slides down your skin. You can smell that it’s fruity, and Jungkook starts lapping it from your skin. He kisses you, and you feel a cold piece of ice in his mouth. You twirl it around your tongues as you moan and transfer it to each other’s mouths. You hear a crack, and feel another piece of ice hit your skin. You whimper as he uses the ice to massage around your nipple before you hear him plop it in his mouth. 

“I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. I want you , JK. And I want you to fuck me.” You feel him sink his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he pulls away from the chilly kiss.

“You’re a little braver with that on I see.” Jungkook says as you search for his mouth. He quickly licks up your lips to signal where his are before you grab his jaw and press your lips to his. 

“What are you waiting for? I said fuck me.” You demand, and he presses you into his lap.

“And take me on a date like a nice boy, will you?” You order as you put your hand on his neck. You feel his pulse start to throb and race under your fingers.

Jungkook removes the blindfold and looks up at you, his eyes aglow.  

“I mean it.” You say as a blush forms on his cheeks. 

You take a moment to search the emotions swirling in his eyes before you kiss him again.

notes: thank you for reading! chapter 3 will be coming soon. is anyone else hungry yet? (◍•ڡ•◍) navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale

[savannah-lim]

Two For One Sacrifice Special || Dave & Savannah

Dave didn’t really know what he had signed up for. An ad in the local newspaper that he’d answered, asking for a local human sacrifice. “Find your peace today.” It had said, and the image with it had been a terrifying tangle of tentacles. This was some White Crest nonsense, alright, and Dave had wanted to understand what the hell was going on, that people felt so comfortable putting ads like that right in the paper. So he’d signed up, told them he was old and tired of living, which were both only partially true. He’d been sent some co-ordinates and a time - 7pm, under the waxing gibbous. Only problem was, those co-ordinates? Near something called the Devil’s Gullet. Dave didn’t like that one bit, as he waited. His coat oversized and loose, hiding his weapons. 

Cults, missing people, human freaking sacrifice. Those were the joys of White Crest. Savannah had retraced as many of Javier’s steps as she could. He’d made a pretty big deal about reading the paper every day, even if it did read like the tabloids that wrote about Alligators in the Sewers. That was where she had seen the ad. Human Sacrifice Wanted. Well… that couldn’t be good. But the spot had been filled, and so instead she had been calling the people who printed the newspaper trying to find as much information as possible. That didn’t lead anywhere either, so she tried something else. ‘Can I watch?’ It had taken a while before the answer came back. ‘Fine, we might need a backup.’ So now, here she was, unknowingly at the place where Javier had jumped to his death, armed with her government issued weapon. “Are you the…” she asked, approaching the other man on the scene.

“Sure am,” Dave replied, his eyes narrowed. She didn’t smell like anything too suspicious. She wasn’t a shifter, that was for damn sure, and if he could get closer, he might be able to feel if her heart was hammering. Still left him with a whole range of options. He breathed in deeply, catching the thick scent of coffee, and paper like she spent most of her time in the office. Printer ink, and alcohol still clinging to her clothes. More’n that too, but he wasn’t about to dig deeper into that particular spell. No weird herbs, or magic burning, no blood. Nothing. Weird as hell. “It just you, or are we waiting for a party?”

The evening light was enough for Savannah to make out the man’s features. He had a gruffness about him, a weathered kind of look. He struck her as someone who was very hands-on, who didn’t beat around the bush. She hadn’t finished her sentence. Was he the person who posted the ad or the one who answered it? “Party? Oh, no. This isn’t my idea of a party. My idea of a party is in a warm bar, music playing, maybe some dancing. Not a giant--” She gestured to the huge hole in the ground. “What exactly is this? Why did you answer the ad?” 

That wasn’t promising in the slightest. “That’s usually my idea of a party too,” Dave agreed, tilting his head to try to get a better read on her too. “Aren’t you the one who should know?”  Dave asked, his eyes narrowing even more deeply. “Hell if I know what this place is. I was sent the GPS coordinates and came right here.” He sighed, deeply. This could be a real problem. If she wasn’t part of them, then she might scare them away. Which’d defeat the whole point of putting himself in danger now, wouldn’t it. “If you weren’t the one who texted, why’re you here? D’you know who did text?”

Well, her guess had been right. “Me?” Savannah questioned, scoffing. “Oh, you think I’m the--” she laughed humorlessly, shaking her head. “Oh, no, I’m the back-up. The person who goes in the hole if you can’t make it or--” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry. It’s not going to happen.” She felt her badge from the inside of her jacket, but she wasn’t ready to show it yet. “Don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out.” She spoke normally again, in case they were being overheard. “I’m so excited. I’ve never seen an actual human sacrifice before.” She leaned as close to the hole as she dared, taking a look. “How deep do you think it goes?”

“Ah,” The actual fool in this situation, then, Dave thought a little unkindly. If she was here wanting to die, then he’d have to drag her out of here with him the moment shit went sideways. “Yeah, no need to throw you down there. Why’d you volunteer, if they already had someone?” He’d never even answered her question, but that was his prerogative. I wonder how you’d feel about salt. Dave groaned. That Dane kid was still stuck in his head too. Don’t send anyone out here, he tried to think loudly back at them, no idea if that would work. “Suspect I look the way most other humans look, not much exciting about me.” He didn’t quite hear what she said when she looked down the hole, but it didn’t matter ether way. “Think we got company.” He said, looking behind her, where two figures approached in deep red hoods, although to Dave they looked dark brown. It woulda looked impressive, if the hoods hadn’t come right from the costume store, literally. The price tags still hung on the hoods. 

"Why wouldn't I volunteer for something so exciting? I wanted to see what this was all about." It was only partly a lie. Savannah was probably a little more excited about the prospect of busting up a potential cult than she should have been. Of course, unlike Javier, she had the sense to send all the information back at HQ so she wouldn't just disappear without a trace if anything happened. She lifted her eyes to examine the figures as they made their way towards them. "More than one?" she huffed. She'd hoped it would be one person. It made things easier. But they didn't exactly look professional. "Oh, come on. No need for all that secrecy. Go back to Party City and get your money back. Take those things off."

“Right,” Dave said, because she was beginning to look more foolish by the minute. He didn’t have time to say more, as the two approached in their cloaks. They looked young, from what he could see of their jaunt and their long, bony profiles. “You’re not in a position to make demands, ma’am. He is the guy. David, right?” One of them said, and while his eyes were hidden, Dave could see a bad batch of angry acne on his chin. Dave didn’t even blink as they walked over to him, clasping his hands behind his back. He looked back over to the woman, hoping she wouldn’t do anything rash. He almost missed what Acne-Chin had to say. “Shit. He’s not human!”

Savannah’s disapproval was evident as they came close enough for her to get a better look at them in spite of the hoods. “Not in a position to-- Oh, come on. I’m not going to be ordered around by Zac Efron in High School Musical.” She furrowed her brow. Technically, she could have arrested them right now, but she wanted to see what they would do. Advertising for a human sacrifice, though very suspect, wasn’t actually against the law. Not unless she could prove they were going to actually kill someone. “Uh, excuse me? What do you mean not human?” 

Dave couldn’t help it, he snorted, trying not to take a liking to her when she’d volunteered herself to die. Still, the kid in the red hood wasn’t done talking, and Dave’d keep himself mild either way, trying not to curse as it revealed him. How the fuck did Acne-Chin know?“I can always tell. Her. We can use her. Can you get the circle going? I’ve got Dungeons and Dragons tonight and we gotta get this thing summoned before then or my grades’ll got to shit,” Acne-Chin said to his friend. A flap of wind caught his hood, briefly exposing the rest of his long, narrow face before tugging it back down. “Don’t worry old man, we’ll make sure you die either way.”

“Oh, no, you have to be able to legally drink to touch me.” Savannah stiffened, her features stern. Now that was enough. He’d made direct threats. Now was as good a time as any. There wasn’t going to be much more probably cause than that unless she actually let them throw this poor bastard into the hole. She reached for her badge, holding it up with one hand, brandishing her gun with the other. “FBI! Hands up, hoods down. You’re both under arrest for attempted murder.” 

The acne riddled kid was reaching into his pocket as he was speaking. Dave opted to watch him do it rather than understanding the threats, so when he aimed to stab Dave caught his wrist before he could even do anything. The woman was yelling something, and the two turned to look at her simultaneously, giving Dave the chance to twist the kid’s wrist hard enough for him to drop the tackily decorated knife he was holding. Acne-Chin wilted, and Dave stepped away from him as Acne-Chin raised his hands. He hadn’t understood her yelling, but he could read the badge alright. Thank god she hadn’t really wanted to be sacrificed then. Acne-Chin started panting, his eyes wild as he made a break for the… giant hole in the ground. Before he could get much of anywhere, Dave grabbed him and shoved him to the ground. “No use in running, kid. No sacrifice for you today.”

Savannah couldn’t help but be a little impressed as Dave wrestled the knife out of the adolescent hand of the young man. The other was still brandishing one though, and she had her weapon trained on him. “Uh-uh, don’t do it, Riverdale.” He turned his head to look over his shoulder at his friend, the one who had since been wrestled to the ground, and he sighed, dropping the knife. “Damnit, Tucker, you couldn’t check if you were inviting law enforcement here?” Savannah rolled her eyes and moved in to cuff them. “Save it for the police station.” She tossed a pair of handcuffs to the other man. “Not human, huh? So they’re crazy as well as murderers?” 

“Yeah, must be.” Dave lied, because like hell was he giving secrets to the FBI “Figured they were doing something weird ‘n’ creepy from the ad. Figured I was better at stopping them than some random hapless teen, you know.” Dave looked her over. “Turns out, the hapless person ain’t so hapless after all.” He wrestled the kid to the ground proper, yanking his hands behind his back, but the handcuffs were a little trickier to operate than Dave’d realised - he usually killed shit, he didn’t help cops with civilian arrests or whatever. All the while, it felt like the Devil’s Gullet was watching him, which made no sense, and made him want to get the hell outta here. He almost had the kid in the cuffs when the kid squirmed and yanked his arm free and reached into his pocket. Dave saw a round flask full of pink liquid, before it was thrown between him and the FBI lady, and exploded with a loud fizz. 

“Oh, so you didn’t actually intend to let them throw you into a bottomless pit with your hands tied behind your back?” Savannah challenged. Well, that was a damn relief. She’d had enough crazy for tonight. But it seemed that crazy hadn’t had enough of her. “Watch it! He’s--” but she never got to finish her sentence. She didn’t manage to get the frat boy cultist into the back of her car by the time the other had thrown the flask. The pink liquid turned to pink smoke, engulfing the space between them. Savannah spluttered and coughed, her vision blurred, her surroundings becoming fuzzy at the edges. She saw Javier in the smoke, surrounded by faces she didn’t know. They were blurred and dream-like, but Javier was clear as day. She saw him jump into the pit, and her scream to him fell on nothingness. He couldn’t hear her. 

Her head spun with an unspeakable language, like what she’d heard on Javier’s tapes, and out of the smoke, she saw squid-like tentacles reaching for her like desperate hands. She saw them mixing with Javier’s features, she saw him turn violent, and then her vision snapped back to normal. One teen had vanished in the smoke, and the other was still struggling on the ground having fallen there in the scuffle. “What the hell did you do to me, you little shit?” she snapped, and the boy gave the best shrug he could manage with handcuffed arms.

“Just showed you a little piece of the truth. What you do with it is up to you.” 

“Wasn’t on my plan for the day,” Dave snorted wryly, but he should have been acting so glibly as the potion began to fizz. He coughed and spluttered, but didn’t let go of Acne-Chin once. The smoke filled his eyes and nose, suffocating out the rest of his vision. He didn’t see what she did, didn’t see anything more than the deep fog surrounding them. Maybe it was some damn part of the spell the college students hadn’t expected him to show up for, but he didn’t comment on it. Acne-Chin struggled in his grasp right up until the second the fog faded into the air. Dave was left holding the cheap red hood, and nothing else. He looked up at the agent as she snapped, visibly rattled. “Shit. You alright?”

“Ugh, yeah, I’m fine,” Savannah grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and pulling herself up off the ground, wiping off his jeans. She was having a hell of a day. “Just made my head spin for a second.” She planned on grilling this obnoxious little shit about exactly what his friend had poisoned her with. She opened up her car door, placing her captive in the back seat and locking him in. “I’m going to take him to the station and Miranda him. I trust I’ll be seeing you there to take a statement.” Her tone indicated that wasn’t merely a polite request. “Freaking kids and their freaking death cults…” she mumbled to herself, gritting her teeth as she climbed into the front seat. This town was going to be the death of her. 

[inkribbon796]

Crackdown Ch. 4

Chapter 4: Where Loyalties Lie

Summary: The heroes get to sit down with Yan, Bim, and Illinois and find that Dark and Wilford probably weren’t the terrible parents they thought they were.

A/N: It’s done. I’m done. Hope you guys enjoy it, it was a beast to write.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

While the first half of their operation went almost uncannily easily. The second part wasn’t. Almost all the heroes had initially thought that living with a murderous demonic mobster and a murder happy madman would have counted as a horrible traumatic incident that they would have been happy to get away from.

They were wrong, apparently all three of them had glowing things to say about both parents.

Patton was in with Abe and Jackie, trying to get information out of Yan. King immediately cut them off from talking to Yan when she started crying and wanting to call Wil. She did get to call him but the Host reassured the heroes that they weren’t going to get anything out of her.

Bing was in talking to Bim, Oliver watching the building for security. “Come dude, you killed them, just admit it.”

“What part about I want my fucking lawyer don’t you understand?” Bim shouted back.

King was standing outside the room with his head in his hand. “Nice to see he hasn’t changed.”

“Was he like this when you were kids?” Silver asked.

“Yeah, he was always a bit of a spoiled brat,” King frowned. “Wil pretty much gave him anything he wanted, and for a while he was an only kid and was always kinda an attention whore.”

“Sounds like hell,” Silver commented. “Why’d Dark and Wil get five more kids if they could barely handle one?”

“Don’t know,” King shrugged. “Dark told us a story once about Bim being taken once and how we didn’t have to talk to other kids because statistically we had to like at least one of our siblings. Personally I think he was just a bit of a control freak.”

“Is that why you left?” Silver asked.

King sighed, “You know, Dark’s a piece of shit boss and I hated working for him, but he wasn’t actually a bad dad, never let me take the work home even if I wanted to.”

Silver just looked at him, “Did he get kids just to work in the Network?”

“No,” King corrected firmly. “For a long time we weren’t allowed to even ask about what he did. We knew he worked in his office from home or at the warehouses, and that was it. Hell, Dark didn’t even allow us to watch Wil’s show, you know, because he killed people on it.”

“Then how’d you wind up working for him?” Silver asked.

“It kinda just happened,” King answered. “Artie and Illinois started getting interested and I tagged along with Illy a lot, so when he started pestering Dark, I joined in and Dark suddenly found he had a vacancy as an assistant, not that that job existed before I asked him. He hated the idea of someone else with their hands on his work.”

“He treated you guys good, right?” Silver asked. “Never seemed like the type of guy to be a caring father.”

“He and Wil were miles and leagues better than the foster homes I’d been in before,” King answered, before looking away. “I’m getting some coffee.”

King walked over, as Bing was coming out of the room.

“Ok, so the little dude totally lawyered up and we’re at a standstill,” Bing said. “Dude’s obviously been coached on how ta talk when he’s arrested but I think we’ve enough ta go somewhere. He’s acting a bit off, I think he might be on somethin’ but we need more ta be able ta do a drug test, and e’en then it might come back a false positive because ‘a Wil.”

“You know how they’re doing with the third little boy scout?”

“Marv was goin’ on an’ on about brainwashin’ so who know how that’s going,” Bing threw his hands up and shrugged. “I’m gonna check on Ollie, see if Googs is givin’ him any trouble.”

Silver found Amy standing outside the second interrogation room, Yan had been in that room but after her failed questioning she’d been put in her cell and Illy was moved in instead.

“How’s it going?” Mark asked, watching an arguing match.

“Probably shouldn’t have let Marvin’s talk to him,” Amy sighed.

“We know he was doin’ magic on yeh?” Marvin argued.

“You get off your high horse!” Illinois shouted back.

“Where’s Eric?” Silver asked.

“With Ollie,” Amy frowned, “Eric not talking to anyone except for him and King, he sure isn’t talking to Abe or Marvin.”

“Yep, tapping in,” Silver decided, walking in. “Marv—”

“You all can shove it,” Illinois decided, continuing to escalate the situation. “I don’t care if Artie and Kay are working with you, I don’t care whatever teen rebellion phase they’re in, I don’t care if you call me crazy and lock me up in the same cell as Yancy. None of you cared when Kay and I were being bounced between places, no one cared about us except for Dark. I am living the life I dreamed about and thought I’d never get as a kid. I get to travel the world and go to all these amazing places.”

“Dark is a demon who manipulates people,” Marvin reminded.

“I’m not crazy and Dark is not forcing me into living in the Manor, it’s my home, and I am not lying and saying that the person who took me in and protected me was an abusive monster, because he wasn’t!”

Illinois angrily sat down, “You fuckers want anything else, you can talk to my lawyer.”

After that, Illinois seemed to calm down enough and they had to move him back to his cell, it was Wilford’s anti-magic cell. So because there was one cell, all three of the siblings were in there, Bim sitting on the cot, and Yan in the chair as Illinois walked around and studied the cell.

“This is so stupid, why are we even still here?” Bim’s faint aura was curled around him like a coat that was two sizes too big for him. Yan was poking at it inquisitively, making Bim swat at her hands. “Stop that.”

“It’s cool,” Yan smiled, not listening to him. “It’s like the Old Man’s. How long have you had that?”

“Dad has an aura too, you know,” Bim put his foot in-between her and his aura.

“Wil’s aura isn’t grey,” Illinois reminded.

Bim glared at Illinois, “You got something to say against Dad?”

“Not to your Dad, we need to get out of here,” Illinois reminded coldly.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bim grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Then all three of them went quiet and Illinois was thankful for the moment to think.

“Hey, Ills?” Bim started, his tone different.

“What?” Illinois took a self-calming breath.

“This a bad time to mention I’m hungry?” Bim admitted.

Illinois resisted the urge to bang his head on the bars, “What type?”

“The other one,” Bim replied.

“How bad?” Illinois turned to look at him, the younger brother still looked human which was good.

“A five,” Bim offered. “It was a two before they started messing with my aura.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll get you someone when we get out of here,” Illinois promised, despite wanting to bang his head against the bars and scream in frustration.

Anything else Illinois and Bim might have continued to talk about was stalled when the Host walked in, his bandages more than a bit stained with blood.

“Can we help you?” Bim asked, his tone more than a bit hostile, and his attention laser focused on the man’s blood.

Illinois had been studying the newcomer and some things stuck out. The long coat and bloody bandages, a sharp smile. Things that had plagued Arthur’s dreams as abstract and dark nightmares he’d confided in Illy before he ran away one day, and a figure that was stalking the young author’s mind. But there was something familiar about the person in front of him. “Author?”

“The Author is dead, the Host reawoke in his body,” the Host explained. “He encountered an enemy of the Entity’s that he should not have tried to fight alone.”

Yan stiffened as if she’d been shot or hit.

Bim chuckled a bit nervously, “Nah, come on, this asshole’s lying, there’s no way Artie’s actually dead, he was a tough piece ‘a shit.”

“As much as he would have appreciated such a barbed compliment,” the Host smiled, “the Author cannot come back. The Host is what remains.”

“So Host,” Illinois stayed between Host and his other two siblings. “You working with the heroes.”

“Yes,” Host answered. “He has been helping to keep the Entity out of the heroes’ base.”

“Why?” Illinois demanded.

“Because the Host has a conscious and no hero worship of the Entity,” the Host answered. “Unlike the Author or Illinois.”

“You here to gloat, then?” Illinois asked.

“Partially,” Host reassured, “however the main reason the Host is here now is to pass along a message from the Entity.”

“Really?” Illinois said in disbelief.

The Host gave a big smile, “Yes, the Host had the ability to speak and make a deal with the Entity from massacring the city’s police department in actuality instead of merely daydreaming about doing so.”

“So what’s the message then?” Yan asked.

“Three hours,” the Host told the three young enforcers.

“What?” Yan asked as Illinois didn’t dare break eye contact with the Host.

“The Entity will post bail for Illinois, Bim, and Yan,” the Host commented, “in exactly three hours from the time he made the deal with the Host. So the three siblings now have two hours and forty-five minutes.”

“You asshole,” Illinois spat, turning to gently nudge Yan off her chair. “Tell him we’ll do it in under one.”

The Host smiled, “The Host wishes them the best of luck. The heroes will not let them escape so easily.”

Turning, the Host left, his narrations following him out,

“Three hours?” Bim grumbled to Illinois. “Great, you’re not letting us take that are you?”

Illinois tapped the chair a couple times before slamming it onto the ground and breaking it into pieces, “You shouldn’t want to take it.”

The older enforcer handed a chair each to both Yan and Bim. Bim looked at it with disgust. “I want my knife.”

“We’ll worry about getting your knife after we get out of this cell,” he promised and then took the fourth chair leg and waited for a guard to come back into their cell to guard them before throwing the sharp piece of metal at him.

Silver was staring out towards the parking lot. Dark was standing out there, anyone who had attempted to approach him had been attacked. Now he was just out there, occasionally glancing at his watch. Oliver has nervously reported that Google was in the area before hiding behind Bing, but Silver hadn’t spotted him yet.

Eric was waiting by the door, glaring at Marvin who was readying one of the spikes that Chase had tried to use on Dark earlier.

“Okay so I know the first one didn’t work, but this one should do the trick,” Marvin smiled.

“Host said he won’t attack,” Silver reminded, still staring at Dark.

“Right, trust a demon, sounds like a great idea,” Marvin rolled his eyes, before looking at Eric. “Hey kid, yah know one ‘a his kids, anythin’ we should be aware ‘a?”

Eric’s glare became angrier.

“Hey, Marv, maybe you shouldn’t bring up the boyfriend,” Silver offered.

“His boyfriend’s an international criminal,” Marvin reminded.

“G-Go to hell!” Eric shouted at him.

“Eh, it’s a borin’ place,” Marvin dismissed. “Let me at Damien, I’ll pry Dark off of him.”

“At least wait until he attacks,” Silver ordered. “We need all the help we can get, including the element of surprise.”

The three of them stopped when they heard a scream from deeper into the station. Their communicators crackled to life.

“Fookin’ shite!” Chase yelled at someone on his side of the communicator. “He’s not fookin’ human, stop him.”

“Average, the hell’s goin’ on?” Marvin demanded.

“They’re escaping, an’ I think I know where Bim’s victims have been going,” Chase answered.

“Guard the door,” Silver told Marvin. “Anybody got eyes on them?”

“They’re headed your way, Silv,” Amy reported.

Sure enough Silver could see Illinois walking down the hallway, dusting off his hat.

“Illy!” Eric shouted in excitement.

“Hey, dulcito,” Illinois winked, pulling out what looked like a solid white baton from inside his hat, “you mind stepping away from them, I don’t want you hit on accident.”

“You need to go back to your cell,” Silver corrected, watching Yan and Bim walk over. The real concern was Bim, who had blood running down his chin and staining his suit, his pupils blown wide open and his suit a bit ripped up.

“You hit the one to the left, and I’ll stomp your ankle in,” Illinois threatened Bim.

“No promises,” Bim grinned, way too many sharp teeth to be anything close to human.

“Fine,” Illinois grumbled.

“How’d yah get out ‘a that cell?” Marvin demanded.

“It’s calibrated for Wil, not us,” Illinois answered. “Sorry about the mess we might have made of the place.

“Well I’ve been wanting to try out some new spells,” Marvin said.

Bim stiffened and arched his back, collapsing as he was jolted with a TASER round from Chase’s gun. Chase was bleeding from the head above his eye and his right arm was ripped and bleeding.

“Put that gobshite in a fookin’ straight jacket!” Chase ordered. “An’ a muzzle.”

Bim literally growled out, and Illinois was pulling the studs out as Silver rushed over.

“Come on, come on,” Illinois screwed his eyes shut and ducked.

When he ducked down, Chase pulled the trigger again, but his attention slipped at that second from Illinois to Silver and as a result Silver wound up with a TASER found right in the dead center of his face. It didn’t do any real damage, merely stunning the flying hero.

Silver screamed and Illinois shouted, “Run!”

Bim tried to run for the only person in the vicinity who was bleeding, but Illinois tugged him towards the door.

“No, we’re so close,” Illinois shouted. Bim hissed at him.

“Yer not goin’ anywhere,” Marvin told them, summoning up one of his giant playing card. Yan summoned her katana and dropped into a stance.

“Heads or tails?” Illinois shouted, flipping up a coin into the air.

“What?” Marvin asked in confusion, before just firing as much magic that he could at them, trying to trap them in place.

“Tails!” Illinois called out quickly. The magic beam hit the coin and magically redirected, wrapping around Marvin and the force throwing him out the window.

“Out!” Illinois was dumping what looked like rainbow colored chalk dust in a line on the ground. Silver slammed into some kind of a barrier made by the dust.

Yan was vaulting herself out the window and gasped in joy when she saw Dark.

Illinois breathed in relief when Bim had enough self control to jump through the window instead of attacking Eric.

Right before Illinois could jump through himself, he was grabbed and Eric slammed him into the wall.

“Hey, sweetie,” Illinois smiled at him.

“C-an’t just l-et you three l-leave,” Eric shrugged.

“Ahh, dulcito, you could have just asked for a goodbye kiss,” Illinois smiled, the two of them kissing before Illinois pulled out something that looked like a caulk gun and when he fired it, it shot out a glob of glue that stuck Eric to the wall.

“Illy!” Eric shouted in indignation.

“Sorry sweetheart, I know you got a job and all, and you’re going to be pissed when you find out what Bim did.”

Illinois jumped out the window and smiled at Marvin who was cursing violently.

“Nothing personal,” Illinois smiled. “We tried not to hurt your friends too much.”

“Fook yeh, yah right bastard,” Marvin spat.

Illinois tipped his hat and walked over to Dark, who was mostly ignoring Bim, who was yelling at Dark.

“Time,” Dark announced, looking at his watch as Illinois stopped in front of him. “Forty-five minutes.”

“We do good?” Yan smiled.

“If you were out here, why didn’t you come in to help?” Bim demanded.

“And what would you three have learned?” Dark commented dryly, before finally getting a good look at Bim. “Ahh, you must be hungry.”

“Obviously!” Bim shouted.

Wilford popped into existence, “Am I early?”

He gasped and hugged Yan, “How’d you enjoy your time, princess?”

“I stabbed a man,” Yan smiled, holding her katana up.

The madman laughed, “What about you, Junior?”

“I hated it,” Bim decided it,

“Maybe that will teach you why you need to be careful,” Dark was checking Illinois over as the Host walked out of the station.

“And everything worked out as promised,” the Host smiled.

“I kept my end of the bargain, are they here or not?” Dark growled.

“The Entity must not kidnap the King of the Squirrels or Yancy, unless they want to leave with him,” the Host warned.

“King of the—? Has Kay been the raving lunatic running around the park?” Dark thought on that for a couple seconds, “Fine, but if anything dangerous happens I’ll be forced to protect them how I see fit.”

“The heroes only think the Entity and Wilford are threats,” the Host reminded. “If the Entity will wait and listen, the heroes will not attack.”

Dark was quiet for a couple seconds before nodded, “We need to be quick, your brother is hungry and we’re all overdue to eat actual food.”

The Host nodded, the first thing he did was to help Marvin free himself, Dark summoning Damien’s cane so he would have something to do with his hands. Marvin was always glaring at Dark and Illinois in pure fury.

“Yah know yer kids’ are a pile of shite?” Marvin spat.

“Well there’s no need to be such a poor sport because they came prepared,” Dark smiled, proudly patting Illinois on the shoulder.

Dark became immediately distracted when Silver walked out with King and Yancy, Yancy looking more nervous than King. Something that seemed to make all the other heroes nervous in kind.

“I’ve heard you took over the park?” Dark asked King.

“I did,” King answered. “So stay the hell out of my park, Old Man.”

“Consider it your territory,” Dark promised, “now that I know that it’s yours and not one of those heroes.”

“I am one of the heroes, and I’d appreciate you treating me like one,” King insisted.

“I refuse to plan a way to kill you, full stop,” Dark refused. “The heroes do not deserve you.”

“Well I think they’re great and if you gave them a chance you might like some of them,” King responded.

“Come on, Darky,” Wil smiled, appearing behind King and Yancy, wrapping his arms around them. Both of them reflexively smiled at him. “Don’t they look like they’re having fun. They’re out here living life.”

“Hey, dad, nice to see you again,” King told Wil, rolled his eyes.

“Are they treating you right?” Dark demanded.

“Yeah, I like it there,” King insisted.

“And you would come home if that changed, right?” Dark demanded.

“Yes,” King promised.

“I’d go back ta prison,” Yancy answered.

“Over the Warden’s dead body,” Dark dismissed immediately, Yancy glaring at him.

“Speaking of which, you never talk about how you came into my care,” Dark reminded. “I thought we weren’t mentioning it.”

“We aren’t,” Yancy reminded sharply, but looked more that a bit confused. “I’s only told them about my other folks, not how I’s got ta youse guys.”

Dark looked thoughtful at that, leaning on his cane. “Interesting.”

He turned to look at Bim, “I think I know exactly what to pick up for you Bim. If you’ll be a little patient.”

“As long as I get someone’s heart by the end of it,” Bim hissed.

“Oh don’t worry, you will, we’ve got quite the nasty little mole in my network,” Dark said and opened up a tear in the Void. Wil dove in with Yan, Illinois and Bim following after him.

“I’m very hesitantly trusting you,” Dark reminded the Host. “Don’t let anything happen to them.”

“The Host would not let anything happen to them,” the Host promised.

Dark then turned to the other heroes. “Next time you arrest one of them again, I won’t be so patient.”

“You shouldn’t have raised wanton murderers then,” Silver spat back.

“I’m gonna find a way to banish you,” Marvin promised Dark.

Dark smiled, stepping backwards into the Void, it sent him to a slightly different location than the rest of his family so he could take care of Bim’s newest craving.

And clean house in the process.

[badacts]

What about jason and tim bonding?

ah. two idiots hanging out :)

Jason has a delightful collection of black-mold-infested safehouses that he keeps - or doesn’t keep - in some of the worst neighbourhoods in town, but he mostly doesn’t live in them full time. He keeps one more permanent place in Crime Alley, close to where he grew up, and then an apartment in the Upper East.

The doorman probably recognises Tim as he slopes through the lobby and takes the elevator up to the eighteenth floor. Tim pulls his hood a little lower over his eyebrows and hopes for the best.

His reflection in the mirror-lined elevator is a black-clad wraith in a jacket he stole off Bruce ages ago, comfortably oversized, and eyebags bigger than the backpack slung over his shoulder. He avoids meeting his own gaze. Too much like introspection, and he’s had enough of that in the last…lifetime. His whole life. 

On second thought, the doorman probably thought he was breaking in.

There’s six apartments on the eighteenth floor, and he knocks at the door of the one labelled ‘B’. There’s a long moment of silence where he considers his next move - leaving, or breaking in. Then the door swings open to reveal Jason in sweats, one hand held just out of view between the doorframe and his body. Probably a knife.

“Drake,” he says, and then pointedly doesn’t put whatever he’s holding down.

“You need a haircut,” Tim says.

Jason’s expression turns from blank to incredulous. “That coming from you?”

“This is a stylistic choice,” Tim says, brushing his fingers over his bangs. “That is a place where small mammals give birth.”

“Wow, okay, is that all you wanted? Because I’m guessing it’s not, and I gotta say that if you did want something else, this probably isn’t the way to go about getting it.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Tim scoffs instinctively.

By all rights, Jason could slam the door in Tim’s face right then. Of course, he just swings it open further so Tim has a clear view of him putting down the knife with the six-inch blade he was holding on the table. Then he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, expectant. Maybe Tim would prefer the door-slamming. That would stop this interaction from continuing, at least.

There is a very long silence. Tim is pretty patient, but he’s not stubborn like Jason is, and he’s got a feeling Jason will make him stand out here all night until he says something.

“CanIstayheretonight,” Tim mutters, examining the middle distance over Jason’s shoulder.

Jason’s expression doesn’t twitch, but he gives off a veritable wave of smugness. “What was that, red?” 

Tim says, through his teeth, “Please.”

Jason’s mouth quirks. It looks like he’s just about to reply when his phone rings. He pulls it out of the pocket of his sweats and then flashes the screen at Tim. Apparently ‘dickhead’ is calling.

“Isn’t that a co-inky-dink,” Jason says, answering the phone and holding it between the two of them.

“Hey, Jaybird,” Dick says over the speakerphone. He sounds weary but warm. “Are you already out?”

“What’s it to you?” Jason asks, lounging against the door frame. 

“Just wondering if you’ve seen Tim tonight.”

Tim holds up a finger to his lips. And then shakes it furiously to make his point.

Jason grins, holding Tim’s gaze. “Who?”

“Who?” There’s a moment of genuine bemusement from the other end, and then a sigh. “He’s with you right now, isn’t he?”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about, Dickiebird,” Jason says cheerfully, and then hangs up on him.

“He’s going to come straight here,” Tim points out. If there’s anything Dick hates more than his siblings disappearing from his well-meaning and impossibly overbearing presence, it’s knowing he’s being lied to.

“Nah,” Jason says, finally stepping back and gesturing Tim inside the apartment. “The guy’s got some boundaries. When it comes to me, anyhow.”

“Lucky you,” Tim mutters, and then, louder, “Love what you haven’t at all done with the place.”

“I got furniture,” Jason replies, unbothered. “You hungry?”

“No thanks,” Tim says, dropping himself onto the couch, backpack and all. He groans when his collapsed staff jabs him in the kidney. Jason gives him a look and then disappears from the room.

“So, why’d you run away from home?” he calls from out of sight.

“We don’t have to talk,” Tim says, attempting to wriggle himself into a more comfortable position without actually taking his bag off. 

“Price of admission, baby bird,” Jason replies. “I don’t get many visitors in civvies. It’s either more interesting or way more boring, and whatever you say determines that.”

“I could put on the uniform, if that worked better.”

“Don’t bother. No way you’re patrolling tonight.”

Tim bristles. “You don’t give me orders.”

“It’s called an observation, idiot,” Jason says. “You’re wearing jeans. You don’t even want to go out. Also, I thought I was the one with anger issues here.”

“Nice to hear you acknowledging your issues,” Tim says sweetly and avoidantly. There are footsteps on the wood floor behind the couch - intentional, Jason may weigh more than two hundred pounds but he’s perfectly capable of moving silently - and then a plate lands on Tim’s stomach.

“Eat,” Jason says, shoving aside one of Tim’s legs so he can sit at the other end of the couch. “Come on. That’s premium peanut butter right there.”

Tim wasn’t hungry, but as soon as he takes his first mouthful of sandwich his stomach snarls. There’s a moment where he wonders if he’s going to throw up, but when he swallows it seems to settle. He says, “Tastes like Jif.”

“Duh,” Jason replies. “You wanna talk about it, or what?”

“No,” Tim growls, and then crams half the sandwich in his mouth at once. Through the bread he mumbles, “Dick is pissing me off.”

Jason nods contemplatively. “He does that. Most irritating guy I ever met.”

“You guys are tight though.” Dick gets on with everyone, that’s just fact. Jason likes four and a half people, and the half is probably Bruce, but Dick definitely counts as a whole person by himself. 

“I get on with you better than I do with him,” Jason corrects.

“You shot me,” Tim says.

Jason rolls his eyes. “You gonna hold that against me forever?”

“I’m just making a point!”

“I was crazy as hell, Timbo. You really need to let it go.”

“I have,” Tim says. “...Mostly.”

“You’n’me, we got off to a rough start,” Jason says, which is the understatement of the century and also a hell of a way to describe literal attempted murder. “Dick and I didn’t end our relationship so good. And then I died, which made it complicated. You’re not complicated, though.”

“You’re fucked up,” Tim tells him very frankly. “Can I have another sandwich?”

Jason seems unbothered by this assessment, and a little amused. “No ‘please’ this time?”

“Hit my quota for today when I told Damian to please shut the fuck up.” 

“And then you got the ‘being a good teammate and vigilante’ speech from Dick, right?”

“Worse,” Tim says, flopping an arm over his eyes dramatically. As he does it, the empty plate is lifted back on him. “He cornered me later and asked me if I’m okay, because it looks like I’m not sleeping again.”

There’s a snort from the direction of the kitchen. “And are you sleeping, Timothy?”

Tim wriggles down further so he’s lying flat, wriggling free of his backpack and dropping it over the side of the couch. “Jason. I am never sleeping.”

“Right,” Jason replies. A few moments later there’s the click of a plate being set down on the mismatched coffee table in front of the couch. “I’m going out. I’ll set the security before I leave.”

“Cool,” Tim mutters into the back of the couch. “Don’t get killed.”

“Eat your sandwich,” Jason advises, which is the last thing Tim registers before he’s asleep.

[barbarasbae]

Just a Taste-The Dirt

Part four of Just a Taste 

Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

This chapter is very exposition heavy and I tried to make the formatting bareable

Warnings: blood mention, some smut, violence, death mention, near death experience, abduction, violence against women, 18+

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. be careful young readers

original gif by @bills-skarsgard 

“Hey, wake up.” A gruff voice demanded, shaking her thigh. “What?” 

“I wanna eat.” 

“Okay.” She suddenly remembered what he meant as he pulled her panties off her hips. She rolled over to her back in an attempt for it to be easier for him. He took his time, resting his head on her thigh, just barely dipping his tongue in her folds. In the sun, it wouldn’t take much to get her to say he looked like an angel, even with the fangs that could end her life in seconds. He nibbled delicately on her little bud, her sucking in air, her knees lifting. He smirked, her feeling it against her lower lips. “Does this hurt?” He asked, nudging the little scratch he accidentally gave to her the night before. “No.” 

“Okay, good.” He came up all of a sudden, blood covering his mouth. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, pulling himself out of his boxers. He put her ankles on his shoulders, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, her reaching down and gripping two of his fingers as an anchor. “Billy…” She whimpered softly, her headboard tapping the wall. Her door then opened, Y/n letting out a shocked gasp as her mom came in. “Morning sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

“Thanks mom. Can you shut my door?” She did, Billy going over from under her bed and locking the door. He pounced on her, pulling her legs back on top of the sheets and towels, cock bottoming out inside her. “Gotta give me a little bit of a warning...oh god.” She moaned, lips sucking on the column of her throat. “Y/N! THERE’S PANCAKES ON THE COUNTER!” Her dad yelled, Y/n trying to ignore it in favor of the boy that was inside her. She reached down, rubbing fast circles on her clit as an attempt to get off quickly. “If we didn’t need to be done quickly I’d tie your arms to the bed.” He gave in an empty threat, in favor of not just using his partners to masturbate. His abs flexed, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth. His thumb starting to fight her fingers for control of her clit. He won, her hand flying to her mouth. He came with a hard exhale through his nose,  her biting down on the back of her fist. He got off of her, finding his clothes. “See you at school.” He told her, kissing her cheek. “Bye.” She muttered, but he was already gone. 

“Meet me outside the boy’s locker room after practice.” Billy said in her ear in between the last bells of the day. She nervously waited in her car, watching the basketball team come out of the school before she headed towards the gym. She waved to the coach who had been talking to a kid named Christian that was in her English class. She got yanked into the locker room, a scared shriek leaving her body. Billy laughed as she caught her breath. “Not funny, asshat.” 

“Yes it is.” Billy was very naked, she realized. She looked away, coughing in embarrassment. “Why’d you kidnap me?” She asked, looking at her feet. “Wanted to talk to you.” She jumped, his voice in her ear. “Don’t make me put a bell on you like a cat.” She joked. She turned, hearing him zip up. “Trust me, babe, you’d be the first of us to wear a collar.” Her jaw fell open, him smirking. “I may have lied about what I wanted you to meet me here.” She raised an eyebrow expectantly. “I wanted fuck you before I have to go home and deal with my dad.”

“Not happening here.” She said definitively. “We can go to my house though.” That smile was already getting her in trouble. 

She took a deep breath and tried to think about how she was willingly sleeping with a vampire while said vampire parked his car. He could still smell what they had done this morning on her bedding when she let him in her room. He didn’t really good look at it the night before, thinking everything was just about as girly as he had expected from her. It was cute. “Your parents gone for a few hours?”

“Hour. What? I have homework.” 

“You’re not giving me much time here, baby.” She knew she shouldn’t but she felt special when he called her pet names. “Then work fast.” She winked. 

He didn’t have to be told twice, pulling her to him and unbuttoning her pants. There were some desperate kisses exchanged, her fingers pulling apart the buttons on his shirt, then moving to his zipper. She climbed on her bed as the clink of his belt sent a shiver up her spine. He stripped to his boxers, her pulling her top off to also just be in her underwear. He crawled in between her legs, warm hands sliding up her thighs until they found a home on her hips. His mouth was heavy against hers, a silent refusal to let up as her lungs started to burn. She tugged on his wet curls, gasping in a breath. She let a hand travel up his back, Billy teasingly sucking on the hickey that he’d painstakingly made the night before. Then something on her dresser caught his eye. “Wait...what’s this?” He sat up and grabbed it, her protests coming a little too late. He sat back and scanned it, looking up at her confused. “Y/n, what’s this about?” He lowered it from his face. It was her vampire notes. “Are you going to kill me?” Wooden stake had been highlighted and circled. His lower lip trembled a little. “No! I-I just-I was scared and curious and didn’t know how to process that I had slept with a vampire-” 

“You coulda just asked me.” He sounded upset. “I’m sorry.” He got up and threw it away, pulling his jeans back on. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Going home.”

“Billy.” He looked up at her, his eyes red. She had really upset him. Shit. “Billy I’m sorry. You just scared me so bad when you said you would kill me if I told anyone and…” she trailed off, him walking to her and throwing her over his shoulder. He grabbed her clothes and then carried her down stairs. “Billy! Billy where the hell are we going?!” 

“Get dressed.” She did, Billy pulling his shirt back on, finding his boots. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. “Bring your coat.” She did what he told her, but he still threw her back over his shoulder and carried her to his car. She buckled, gripping the leather seat once he started backing out. He drove to the quarry and parked facing the water. “Billy you’re scaring me.” She said softly, watching the blond as he thought. “I really thought I had met my best friend in Santa Cruz. He was cool, older, good with girls. I thought he was gonna just show me how he does it, like teach me, you know?”

Billy didn’t look at her once while he recalled how he was turned into a vampire. It had happened about a year and a half earlier. Billy was standing on the boardwalk, flirting with a blonde girl and her red haired friend, the girls getting ice cream. Then this guy in a black leather jacket and a bright smile swooped in. “Come on girls, do you really want Rob Lowe jr to tell you where the fun is?” They were both on this guys arm in an instant, the guy waltzing away with them as Billy watched in shock. It happened again three days later, the guy telling him not to worry too much about it. “Plenty of bitches in the sea.” He winked, leaving Billy yet again alone. Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find this douche attractive. Yes, physically, but there was also this...energy he had that just drove Billy’s curiosity wild. So he figured out where and when he was on the boardwalk and convinced himself to go talk to him. At least get him to tell Billy how he got girls so easy. 

“Hey! Rob Lowe jr!” The guy crowed. “Hi.”

“You come to finally get me off your turf, kid.”

“No...I wanted to know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Get girls so easily.”

“Sorry, magicians don’t reveal their secrets.” He told Billy and started walking off after a group of surfer girls. “Hey, wait up! What’s your name?”

“Jonathan.” 

“Jonathan.” Billy repeated. He started following Jonathan around, Jonathan showing him how he got girls so easy, taught him how to pinpoint what each girl’s weakness would most likely be based on how they smiled alone. It was crazy. And it worked. After Billy had been in Jonathan’s friend group for about a month, they brought him to this cave on the beach. “What are we doing?”

“You’re joining the big leagues, man.” Jonathan slapped him on the shoulder. There was a girl Billy’s age tied up, gag in her mouth. “Man, what the hell is going on.”

“It’s time you know what we actually do with most girls.” One of Jonathan’s other friends, a tall guy with long, brown hippie hair named Aaron going over to the girl and taking her gag off. She yelled for them to help, Billy feeling sick as she made eye contact with him. “Hey, calm down sweetheart. Just relax. It’ll be over soon.” The brunet said in a sickly sweet tone, the girl crying and trying to get away from him. Then Aaron had fangs. Aaron had fangs.  He held the girls shoulders down, sinking his fangs into her neck, a disgusting gargle leaving her throat as he drank her blood. Billy tried to make a run for it, but Jonathan was ahead of him and grabbed him by the back of his neck. “You’re so pretty, Billy. You’ll be such great bait.” He said, slamming the younger boy on the ground. “Get the fuck off of me!” Billy screamed, Jonathan straddling him. Jonathan pinned his arms down, someone else gagging him. “Be still, it’ll make it less painful.” Billy kicked and flailed, trying his best to get away. But he couldn’t get away and Jonathan sunk his giant fangs into Billy’s neck. Billy screamed into the fabric in his mouth, his vision starting to swim, a hum vibrating from Jonathan’s chest into his own, a noise of satisfaction. Billy was absolutely terrified. “Bring me a knife.” Billy felt too light, vaguely seeing Jonathan cut his arm before forcing Billy’s mouth open, the gag gone. Billy gagged as iron flooded his mouth but his limbs felt like lead. He couldn’t move. “How sweet, crying for help.” Jonathan teased, Billy blacking out as a pain like fire rocketed through his veins. 

Billy woke up on the beach, the waves too loud. “You feel ok, bud?” Jonathan’s voice found its way into Billy’s ears. “Fuck you.” He just laughed.

Billy stopped talking, looking over at Y/n. She had interlaced her fingers with his while he was talking. She looked down at her lap. “I’m so sorry, Billy.”

He shrugged. “Why’d you come to Hawkins?”

“Neil thought I was spending too much time with Jonathan. Thought we were fucking around. Also, I almost killed the mailman.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m kidding.” She relaxed, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask.”

“Its okay. I get why.” He said, knowing how scary it was to be on the receiving end of those fangs. “Wanna go get burgers?”

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The Same - Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

You and Dean go to check out a storage unit that supposedly has some weapons and supplies against the supernatural. You get covered in something that makes men see you as their idea of the most beautiful woman in the world - but who does Sam see?

A/N: I know, more Sam Winchester! Sorry:) This drabble is a lot of Dean x Platonic!Reader so I’m sorry for that but I thought the plot worked better that way for Sam to be in it at the end, so sorry if Sam isn’t in it enough for you!

Dean Version

(basically the same story line, just a different character!)

Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: misogynistic men, Sam being an adorable human

I pictured season 3 or 4 Sam in this if that helps:)

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“A trip to some voodoo storage locker? Yeah, no thanks Dean. Sounds like it could bring all sorts of trouble.” You said, not looking up from the book you were reading.

Dean had heard word that there was some storage locker just outside the city you were in, containing all sorts of bewitched objects and weapons. Last time you went to a voodoo locker, Sam lost his shoe and almost died from touching that damn rabbit’s foot. You really didn’t want something like that to happen again.

“Oh c’mon Y/N. Let’s go while Sammy is seeing his old college buddies. He won’t be back till tonight which means we got the whole day to kill. Please.” He sat down next to you on the bed and pouted, blinking his gorgeous eyes slowly. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. Who could resist that?

“Mmhh okay fine. I don’t want to be long though Dean.” You gave in, putting your book down.

“Yes!” Dean leapt up with his fist in the air.

Child. You thought.

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“Yo. This place is so weird.” Dean said, in awe as you both walked around the storage locker. Jars of liquids and objects that were all sorts of colours lined the shelves. Weapons were bolted to the walls and strange boxes with symbols scrawled on them littered the floor.

“Dean, there’s nothing here. Let’s just go.” You moaned, picking up a strange-looking jar of bright purple liquid.

“Y/N, please. Lemme look around, we might find some new stuff. I don’t know, I just know that there’s gotta be something useful in here.” Dean shouted from the back of the room. You tried to find him, weaving your way in and out of the rows of shelving units. What you didn’t know was that you were very close to Dean, in fact he was practically next to you.

“Dean?” You shouted.

“Yeah?” Dean replied, not having to shout as he was literally behind you. You jumped, thinking he was much further away than he actually was. You stumbled back and hit a shelf. It rattled and a jar on the top tipped over and the contents sprinkled all over you.

“Hey. Hey. You okay?” Dean said whilst laughing as you brushed whatever was all over you off.

Was that glitter?

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought you were further than you were.” You giggled a bit, shaking your head and smiling. “Can we get outta here now?”

“Yeah, lets go. I got this knife that I think looks cool. I found some bullets too, could be useful.” Dean replied, holding up what he found.

“Ok, let’s go then.” You went to turn around but stopped when you didn’t hear Dean moving behind you. “Hey, are you not coming?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. Dean looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/N. You don’t look like...Y/N.” Dean said slowly, his eyes wide.

“Dean, what do you mean? What are you talking about?” You made a face, looking down at your body. You looked the same.

“Y/N, you look like Cindy Morgan...you look exactly like Cindy Morgan.” Dean said, completely in awe. He was looking you up and down and you felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Dean, I feel the same. Nothing’s changed.” You turned to a mirror that was leant against a wall and looked in it. You looked like you.

“Trust me Y/N. Being in this voodoo locker has done something.” He paused, looking around where you just stood; rifling through the top shelf. “Yeah, look. This glitter stuff just fell on you, didn’t it? Read the label.” He handed you the jar, a label stuck on the back with some messy scrawl written on it.

‘Whomever the glitter touches will appear as the looker’s greatest desire. Use at your own risk.’

“Oh my god. I look like your greatest desire.” You breathed, looking up at Dean. “Cindy Morgan? From Caddyshack? Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What? She’s hot.” Dean replied, shrugging his shoulders.

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The looks you got as you walked down the street were actually comedic. It appeared that being a woman yourself, all the men seemed to see you as their idea of the most beautiful woman in the world. Men were stopping and just staring at you in the street, whistling and cat-calling. You pulled your jacket closer around you and put your head down, keen to walk as fast as you could to the car.

“Why’d you park so damn far away Dean?” You mumbled, pulling your brows together.

“I parked it by the diner. Thought we could get a bite to eat afterwards. I didn’t know this was gonna happen sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Dean sighed, pointing at the diner just ahead.

“No. Please. Let’s just go back to the motel. I feel violated just from people staring.” You asked, pouting and batting your lashes.

“Nope, not even that Cindy Morgan face could stop me from getting a cheeseburger. C’mon, suck it up. We’ll be out in an hour max.” He said happily, swinging the door open for you to step inside. You narrowed your eyes at him and went inside, taking a seat at the bar.

You’d just finished your food and Dean had gone to the bathroom, leaving you sat by yourself.

“Hey sweetheart. You know, you look awfully familiar.” Some sleezy guy with a beer belly asked from behind you. You put your head down and pretended to reply to a text on your phone.

“Oh, you’ re gonna ignore me. C’mon baby. Why don’t you come back with me and we can have some fun.” The guy slid his hand down your back and placed it on your behind.

Before you could kick this guy’s ass, you heard a noise.

“Hey.”

The guy turns around and Dean lands one straight between his eyes. The guy stumbles back and goes to swing at Dean, missing. Dean kicked him to the floor.

“You get up when you learn to respect women.” Dean pointed his finger in the guy’s face, throwing your bill down next to him on the floor. “C’mon Y/N, lets go.” He grabbed your arm and took you outside the diner and to the car.

“You know, I could’ve taken him. Easy.” You laughed, buckling your seatbelt.

“Yeah I know, but sometimes I like to put those bastards in their place. You know?” He replied, starting the car.

“Well, thanks.” You said, smiling.

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“Stop staring.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“I can’t help it, you’re Cindy freakin’ Morgan. Let me have my fun.” Dean shrugged, laughing.

You shook your head and sighed.

“Do you think we’ll be able to find a cure?” You asked with uncertainty, really hoping you’d find one soon.

“Yeah, Sammy will come up with something.” Dean said, opening up his laptop to get started on finding something to help. “Hey. Who do you think Sam will see?” He asked, smirking.

“I don’t know. Probably Pam Anderson or someone like that.” You laughed, beginning to wonder who he’d see.

*few hours later*

Dean had left to go to some bar, telling you he felt stir-crazy sitting inside. He left and that left you sitting in the room and waiting for your boyfriend to get back.

The door rattled and you turned to see Sam walk through the door, shoving the keys into his pocket. You got up and stood in front of him, nervously; anxious to hear who he saw.

“What?” He asked you, pulling a face as he saw you standing in the middle of the room.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ Do you not notice anything different?” You replied, feeling extremely confused.

“What are you talking about? You look the same.” He said, staring you up and down.

“You’re saying you see absolutely no difference in me at all?” You asked incredulously, taking a step closer to him.

“No, I’m sorry. Did you do something new to your-” He was interrupted by your lips on his. You threaded your hands into his hair and pressed yourself as close as you could into him. The kiss was passionate but short, and you pulled away breathless.

“What was that for?” Sam asked, putting his hands around your waist and smirking.

“It’s a long story. Dean and I went to check out some voodoo storage locker and I knocked over this jar and it went all over me. Turns out it was some hocus pocus stuff that made it when any man looked at me, he saw his idea of the most beautiful woman in the world. The fact you just see me is...it’s the best feeling in the world.” You smile, pressing your lips to his again in a gentle kiss.

“To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Sam said, tightening his grip on your waist.

“I love you.” You grinned, putting a hand on his cheek.

“I love you too.” He smiled. He paused for a second. “So, who did Dean see?” He laughed.

“He saw Cindy Morgan.” You giggled, putting your head on his chest.

“From Caddyshack? Typical.” He replied, smiling.

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Silent Confessions part 2

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Bubba, Drayton Relationship: Bubba/reader Request: Would you write a part two for the silent confession where the reader gets found by drayton AN: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/175620949144/silent-confession You woke with a loud clatter as a voice screamed in anger only a few feet in front of you. “Hes kept un! God-damn it, I’ll kill ‘im.” You sat bolt up right in your bed, your eyes immediately finding the source of the noise and your blood ran cold. Drayton. He was pacing the floor in front of you, his hands on his hips as he almost let off steam from his anger. You had seen him briefly through some holes in the walls when he had come into the basement to speak to Bubba so you knew what he looked like. When he saw you sit up, he froze. “God-damn it.” He cursed again. You had been caught. Nearly a year you had stayed hidden down here, but he had finally caught Bubba and you. But Bubba wasn’t here right now. He and Chop Top had had stuff to do, so he had left first thing. You had been tired so stayed in your bed until you were rudely awakened. “and he didn’t even tie her down!” he snarled as he saw your free wrists and ankles. “He doesn’t have to. I wont run.” You said in a soft voice, taking Dayton by surprise. He twisted to look at you. You knew you had to be incredibly carful right now. If you were able to say the right things and do the right things, you might be able to keep yourself alive as well as save Bubba from punishment. “Oh yeah? You wont run?” Drayton scolded at you, mimicking your voice a little. “No, I don’t want to.” You keep yourself calm, knowing that any hint of weakness might be a loophole for Drayton to exploited. “eh?” He stopped pacing to look back at you. “Ive been here for a while. If I wanted to run, I would have. But I don’t.” You explain a little more. “How did yah get here, then?” He was carful and kept a little distance between the two of you. You knew he didn’t do any of the killing, so probably wouldn’t do anything to you until the twins got back. So you had a little time to persuade him. you told him of how you had been kidnapped and held hostage. About how you didn’t have a family so the ransom they asked for was never paid. About how they beat you and then brought you out here to be killed. But Bubba had saved you. You were very carful to say that Bubba had been carful at first and had kept you in ropes, but you never ran so they became forgotten. During your tale, Drayton retreated away from your bed to sit on the chair in the corner, watching you carefully for any signs of deception. “So how long have you been down here?” He finally asks when he sensed your story was coming to a close. “About a year.” You knew it was dangerous and leaving it to chance about how he would react, but you couldn’t lie. “Are you insane or something?” Drayton shoots at you, but you could only laugh. “Maybe.” You shrug, a soft giggle falling from your lips. “You got any idea what we-“ he started to ask but you knew where he was going with the question. “That you kill people? Yeah, I know. Ive helped.” You smile proudly, catching Drayton off guard as he frowns and asks how. “Bubba showed me. Ive been skinning some of the people when they come down here.” “you… I wondered why it was lookin’ a lot cleaner.” Drayton sat back in his chair, his eyes trained on you. “Why’d yah stay?” “Because…” you trail off, dropping your eyes a little, asking yourself that question. But the answer was so obvious to you. “Because I wanted to.” there was a pause between you two as Drayton thought through everything he had just heard. “Well, Bubba wont be back for another hour. You best come up with me. Help with some stuff.” He stood up, his sudden offer making you smile and bounce out of your bed. You moved quickly to his side before following him up the stairs. He kept a very close eyes on you as he told you to start by cleaning up the blood left over from the night before. You got right to it, scrubbing at the blood on the main dinning table. You were able to lift it rather easily because it hadn’t completely dried into the woodwork. Next, he took you into the kitchen. “Are you going to make chilli?” You asked, right by his side. You knew the close proximity had him on edge but you needed him to trust you and maybe you could force that trust a little. Plus, it was nice being able to speak to someone and get a verbal response. You were glad it was Drayton who found you first, because it meant you had a good shot at getting on his good side, whereas Chop top and nubbins were completely crazy. “yeah, making a new batch.” He nods. “you sell it, don’t you?” You ask, excited that you might learn the receipt. Drayton nods as he turns on the hob and grabs a pan from the side. “You should enter those competitions, you know. The ones where you get judged. I saw a guy go on there once and his profit went through the roof when he won.” You told Drayton. for the next hour, you helped the eldest brother with the cooking. He was carful to keep knifes away from you but did tell you to do some peeling. “Do you mind if I make myself a cup of tea?” You ask, looking at the kettle. Drayton glances at you. He was about to nod when he realised that giving you boiling water might not be such a good idea, so he tells you to sit at the table and he’d make it. You were surprised by how well Drayton seemed to be taking this all. Maybe he was just hiding it but at least you might get to stay. Once he had made you a cup, he made himself one. Drayton sat at the opposite end of the table from you as you drank. He had left the chilli to stew for a while so you were sitting at the main dining room table. He asked you a few questions about your previous life and if there was anyone who might come looking for you, to which you laughed but answer no, nonetheless. Bubbas the first to return. You knew from the heavy footsteps when you recognised as his own. Sitting up straight in your chair, you looked at the door excitingly. you hadn’t seen him all day because he had had to leave before you were up properly. “Bubba!” Drayton called his name, making Bubbas footsteps stop. You thought you might be able to place them as heading for the basement first, to where he thought you were. But he then followed his brother voice. Drayton stood up and walked over to the stew, stirring it. When he entered the room, his eyes found you and he froze. You swear you could see fear in his eyes as he quickly made his way towards you. Bubba seemed not to have noticed that Drayton was in the room as he grabbed your hand, trying to drag you back to the basement. But you dug your heels into the ground and grabbed onto the table, stopping him to leading you anywhere. He gave a disgruntled growl as he tried again. “Aint no point in doing that, I already met the girl.” Drayton called over his shoulder before turning to look at his younger brother. Bubba had froze the second he had heard his brother speak. You looked over at Drayton who started to walk towards you both. Bubba hauled you from your chair and basically threw you behind him as he turned to Drayton, as if Drayton might forget you if he couldn’t see you. You couldn’t help but smile a little at this, but only for a moment. You leaned against his back, desperate for the contact you had lacked all day and also wanting to help his worry. “Damn it, I aint gonna do anything with her! Yer just lucky Ive been needing someone to help me.” Drayton chastised Bubba, batting the air in front of him before turning back to the chili which was bubbling a little. “But shes your responsibility. If she runs or trys to cause trouble, I aint-“ Drayton couldn’t finish his statement as Bubba frantically shook his head, silently promising Drayton that you wouldn’t run or cause trouble. “right then.” Drayton nods more to himself than you both. You stepped out from behind Bubba, running your hand up and down his arm to sooth him a little more as he kept a tight hold of your wrist. “Take her downstairs before the others get back. I’ll deal with them for now.” Bubba wasted no time in dragging you out of the kitchen and towards the basement. You couldn’t help but giggle a little until you realised he was genuinely scared he might lose you. Once in the safety of the basement, he turned to you, letting go of your wrist. You wasted no time in throwing your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips through his mask. his arms locked around you tightly and he held you against his chest. You could hear how his heart hammered in his chest. You felt slightly guilty for making him worry so, but it couldn’t be helped. Pulling back from the kiss, you decided to explain everything. “Im sorry. He came down here earlier and found me.” You told him, nodding to the area that lead to your bed. Bubba grunted, partly out of annoyance. He wanted to keep you safe and all to himself. Now he would have to share you with his brothers. He loved them and they were family, but he couldn’t help but feel a hint of fear. They weren’t the most careful people and always broke things. Even when he was little, they would break his toys or mess up his things. Bubba didn’t want that to happen to you. He just wanted to keep you down here and safe. you could see he was deep in thought as he gazed down at you. You reached up and slowly undid his mask, pulling it away from his face while he was thinking. “Bubba?” You called his name softly, drawing him out of his thoughts. His eyes focused on your own and softened. “At least there’s no more hiding or being scared about them finding out.” This was true, and even Bubba was relieved. He always had a heart attack when his brothers went into the basement. Only the day before, you had been straddling him in a hot and heavy make out session when Chop Top came bounding down the stairs, calling out for Bubba. He hated having to leave you after getting each other riled up. You heard the front door open and Chop Top and Nubbins came stumbling in, screaming at each other. Drayton’s heavy footsteps came running as he ordered them both into the kitchen. You knew what he would be talking about. Or who. Bubba had tensed up at the noises, listening closely even though it was impossible to hear what was being said. You took him by the hand and lead him into the back towards your little bedroom. He followed you in a dreamlike state. When inside, you pull him down to sit on your bed with you. his arms wrapped around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked up before retrieving a kiss from his lips. As normal, he sighed and let out a soft groan at the feeling before you moved to straddle his hips. You couldn’t stop whatever Drayton was saying to the others, but you could distract each other, if only for a little while.

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I love this blog! Can you do kokichi, tenko, kiibo, and kaede with an s/o who has to deal with catcalling everytime they go outside?

Thank you, lovely anon ♡ And thanks for requesting! My first time writing for four characters in imagines, heh ^^ It took me a while, so I might consider changing my rules. I’m considering just asking all requesters to specify bullet points or formal, but then I’d probably end up turning down a lot of people bc they didn’t read my rules, so…probably not. Maybe I’ll just say that it’ll be up to my discretion. If anyone has any suggestions or input, feel free to let me know!

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I’m not sure if I properly portrayed catcalling & hopefully, the reactions are all in-character. Kokichi’s is the longest because I wrote his first and for the rest, I figured I shouldn’t drag them on too long. Longer isn’t always better, after all ;;; 

Warning for minor swearing! Under the cut for the length. 

Kokichi, Tenko, Kiibo, & Kaede x S/O Who is Constantly Catcalled

Kokichi Ouma

Man, you were just out on a date with your boyfriend. Why’d this have to happen?

Kokichi was currently engaged in a competition of the knife game against one of the many guys that had catcalled you earlier, singing, “Oh, I have all my fingers. The knife goes chop chop chop–if I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off,” and more. Yes, he had all the lyrics memorized, and yes it was real knives the two were stabbing between their fingers. You get the idea.

The two of you had just been strolling along the street and chatting when a guy on the street wolf-whistled as you passed, and when you ignored him like you do to all catcallers, he followed you two and grabbed your shoulder roughly.

“Hey, you wanna ditch this shortie and come have some fun with me?”

Kokichi was used to you being catcalled. But this man touched you with his filthy hands. He steps in between you and the man swiftly, chopping his hand off of your shoulder and giving him a horrifying smile, his purple eyes narrowing as he holds out a hand.

“You have to beat ‘this shortie’ in a game if you want her.”

The guy bellows with laughter.

“You hear that, beautiful? He thinks all you’re worth is a simple game. Okay, if that’s all it takes,” he grins wolfishly.

You sighed and put a hand to your forehead, exasperated and yet somewhat amused. That man had no idea what he was in for–a simple game, he called it? It was obvious he would never beat Kokichi. And the fact that Kokichi was doing it right here out in the streets made it clear that he was trying to make an example of this poor man.

“Okay, let’s do the knife game,” Kokichi clapped his hands together. Now his opponent was looking a little nervous, shifting his weight around slightly.

“The knife game? You mean with pencils, right? Sure–”

“No. I meant with real knives,” Kokichi laughs. “What do you think, we’re middle schoolers?”

The man shows an expression of resentment and anger.

“Well, where are you going to get those knives from, smartass?”

Kokichi simply digs into his uniform and pulls out two knives. Okay, you didn’t know he was carrying that around with him, but you weren’t exactly surprised. It was Kokichi the two of you were talking about, after all. The guy is completely taken aback, but now that he’s agreed, he doesn’t back off and instead offers a sweaty smile, perhaps wondering what exactly he’s gotten himself into.

Somehow, they manage to borrow a small table and two chairs and set up right on the street to one side, and pedestrians walk by, looking at them curiously, and Kokichi hands one knife to the man.

They begin playing, of which the choice of game is making you anxious since Kokichi could actually get hurt, but at the same time, you know Kokichi is sly and agile enough that he won’t cut himself except on purpose. The game goes on for a while, and you can see the man getting more and more worked up. The sweat is practically dripping off his beaky nose as he leans over his hand with the knife.

Then you see his eyes dart out from his hand, toward Kokichi’s figure, and sensing something terribly wrong, you run toward Kokichi and wrap yourself around him as the man’s knife comes straight toward the two of you. You close your eyes, but you don’t feel anything, and when you open them, you see Kokichi has his arm out from under your tight embrace, parrying the man. He’s giving the man a monstrous smile. One that was just more terrifying than the one that came before. And in a low voice that, despite how quiet it is, emphasizes every syllable of his words, he says,

“I was going to forgive you after this game. But then you had to go and do this. What would you have done if you had hurt s/o, huh?” The man stutters, but is unable to formulate a response–neither does Kokichi let him form one. “Looks like you’re really playing to get hurt.”

Kokichi’s eyes have a dangerous tint, and they shine darkly as he gently pushes you off of him and stalks toward the man. In less than a moment, his knife is pressed against the man’s throat, and you put a hand to your mouth. Kokichi would never kill someone. But this display isn’t looking good to anyone that would walk by. And then you notice that there are no passerby, strangely enough.

“I-I’m sorry,” the man whimpers. “Please let me go, that was an accident.”

Kokichi’s attitude takes a complete turnaround, and he puts both knives away–when’d he get the second one, anyway? He smiles innocently, putting his hand out for a handshake.

“Okay, I guess I’ll forgive you. Good game!”

The man eyes the proffered hand with the most fear you’ve ever seen someone look at a handshake with. But he slowly reaches out and shakes it, letting go less than a second later, and he walks away at an abnormally high speed.

You turn toward Kokichi, suspicion evident in your eyes.

“What did you do to him?”

He laughs.

“Nothing! What makes you think I’d do anything to him?”

You cross your arms in front of you. You weren’t budging.

“You definitely did something to him. Why else would you shake his hand like that?”

Kokichi only smiles playfully.

“Oh, are you jealous? Want to shake my hand?”

And he holds out his other hand, his purple hair bouncing slightly as he thrusts his hand forward. You’re wary, but you hum with a smile and grasp his hand.

“I don’t particularly care about shaking it, but I am rather partial to holding it,” you reply, taking it.

Even after some pestering, Kokichi won’t reveal what he’s done, so you just leave it at that, knowing that he wouldn’t do something too terrible. …Right?

The two of you walk hand in hand all the way home, idly chatting and swinging your arms in high-spirits. Upon reaching home, he pecks your nose lightly with a kiss, offering a whimsical smile.

“Those insects don’t stand a chance against me.”

Chuckling, you put a sweet kiss on his lips, mumbling against them.

“You know it.”

Tenko Chabashira

You had suggested going out for a walk with Tenko so you could stretch your legs and get some exercise–not to mention, spend some quality time with your girlfriend. But not long after you entered the park, a degenerate male called out to you and whooped.

“Hey, beautiful!”

You groaned inwardly, suddenly realizing what an awful idea it was to bring Tenko out with you to a place where a lot of men might be around. Tenko abruptly stopped with your hand still clutched in hers, and turned, throwing a glare at him.

“Don’t even throw as much as a glance at s/o, you degenerate male. Your filthy eyes don’t deserve such a pure and gorgeous sight. I don’t want you dirtying my s/o.”

The man was clearly incensed as he stood, assuming an offensive stance.

“What did you say? I’m just being appreciative.”

She lets go of your hand and gestures for you to move back further behind her.

“Don’t go too far, s/o,” she calls before bringing her attention back to the man before her, who doesn’t exactly look like a pushover.

Yes, you were worried, but you didn’t think you could stop Tenko. She was similarly incited by his words–and, well, his existence as a male, and you had faith in her. Sometimes you liked to spar with her, even if it almost always ended up in your defeat.

She engages him in a fight and soon enough is half-pummeling him into the ground. He doesn’t look so good as he struggles to stand and run away.

“You’re crazy!” he cries out. When Tenko moves to chase after him, you wrap your arms around her midriff from behind swiftly. You don’t even know how you caught her.

“Don’t, Tenko. He’s not worth it.”

You feel some of the tension sink from her shoulders, and she assumes a resting position as you slowly let go of her. You see her biting her lower lip in aggravation and lean in to place a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to calm her down.

“Thank you, Tenko,” you smile. “You’re always protecting me so chivalrously.”

Instead, your touch had the opposite effect, and her cheeks are colored with red.

“I-I didn’t do anything special,” she stutters, pushing her index fingers together anxiously. “It’s only natural to protect someone as beautiful and wonderful as you from corrupt men like him!”

You give her a quick hug. She’s made of muscle, yes, but every bit as soft and cuddly, too.

“Thanks anyway, Tenko. Not everyone would have the strength or bravery to help me like that,” you respond, a lopsided smile flitting across your features.

She concedes defeat, and hand in hand, the two of you journey through the park undisturbed. There was no one within a mile that hadn’t taken note of Tenko’s fighting prowess and her mercilessness toward behavior like catcalling you. It was nice to be able to just enjoy yourself while out and about for once without worrying about strangers catcalling you or potentially stalking you home, and you squeezed Tenko’s hand with affection, sometimes leaning your head against her shoulder as you walked.

Kiibo

The two of you are out shopping in the mall and–yes–looking for clothes for Kiibo. You had just walked out of the store, arm-in-arm with Kiibo and several bags hanging from your wrist, over the moon about getting to see Kiibo wear the new purchases and getting to spoil him for once. It was surprisingly difficult to spoil robots, after all–you couldn’t exactly buy Kiibo food or drink, after all, and sometimes he wouldn’t have any use for certain material objects or see the use in them.

Then you heard a voice call after you.

“Hey, where you going with that hunk of metal, gorgeous?”

You usually ignored the catcalling and had a general agreement with Kiibo to not pay any attention to it, especially on your dates out. But you were incensed by the hunk of metal comment. You stopped in your step and swiveled around, giving the man a death stare as you felt Kiibo looking on in surprise.

“None of your business. And he’s my handsome hunk of metal, so bugger off,” you say before turning to leave. But Kiibo’s still facing the man, and you look back at him, putting a hand to his shoulder. “Kiibo?”

He’s looking at the man pointedly and then looks back at you.

“Shall I go teach him a lesson?” he asks. Which is pretty out of character for him, considering that he was made with the strength of an old man. You give him a confused look.

“What do you mean, teach him a lesson?”

Kiibo grins.

“Oh, exactly what it sounds like.”

You only feel more bewildered, but now Kiibo has walked off, and you’re left there watching as he engages the man in conversation. Nothing like beating the man up, of course. You don’t exactly see how Kiibo is teaching the man a lesson, but the other party seems more aggravated the longer the conversation carries on and then suddenly storms off angrily. You did have to admit that it made for a pretty good show, and you laughed as you watched a triumphant Kiibo return to your side.

“What did you do to him, Kiibo? He looked furious.”

Kiibo holds up a finger as he explains.

“I was lecturing to him about the history of sexism, objectifying women and robots and how his catcalling is contributing to a toxic culture in society,” Kiibo clarifies. “He was being quite irrational, and eventually, he got frustrated and ran away with his tail between his legs.”

You chuckle, thoroughly entertained and pleased, and press a kiss to his cheek firmly.

“Thanks, Kiibo. Trust you to counteract unreasonable people without engaging in violence or underhanded methods,” you say.

He flushes all kinds of red, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

“Of course! A-And it was for you, so…” he trails off as you kiss him a second time, this time on his lips, which are not soft, but surprisingly pleasantly warm.

Kaede Akamatsu

The two of you are crammed like sardines in a crowded subway and are chatting amiably when someone calls out to you.

“Hey, sexy!”

You groan audibly, but otherwise, don’t respond. Kaede, however, actively makes an effort to move and face the offender, crossing her arms and looking highly unamused.

“Hey, creepy. Why don’t you creep off?” she snaps.

Kaede’s not tolerant of this kind of behavior in the least, although if the comment was directed at her instead of you she might just settle for giving the culprit a hard look and physically moving away from the person. However, in such a tight space, there’s no way the two of you can actually swim through all the people.

The man stares at her.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he tries to explain.

Kaede rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“I know, dumbass. This is my partner,” she retorts in a prickly manner. You feel the need to diffuse the situation, but simultaneously know that Kaede is more than capable of handling herself and bite back your words, only putting your arm around her back in response and throwing the man a diffident look.

You see the man grit his teeth, but there’s nothing he can do in such a crowded space. Or so you thought.

“You two bitches! I don’t even care about you two. I just called out to you because you looked easy,” he taunted. Clearly, his ego had taken a blow.

Kaede looks ready to go and take his head off as you feel her grip on your tighten, but she keeps control of herself.

“Okay, then,” she says in an even voice. “What makes you think even a prostitute would give trash like you the time of day?”

If the man wasn’t angry before, he sure is now.

“You’re playing with fire, missy! I can get any woman or man. I’m a very wealthy and influential man,” he says, adjusting his suit’s tie pretentiously.

Kaede scoffs derisively.

“Mhm, you can get almost anyone with your money. But you can’t get this one,” she glances at you, “or this one, for that matter,” she says as she points at herself.

The subway doors open, and the two of you step out as the man stares after you two in shock, frozen in his fury.

You put your shoulder against Kaede’s as the two of you settle into two seats in a new subway, this time more empty and without that man.

“Better?” she asks softly.

You nod, smiling.

“Much better. Although, it was kind of nice to see you bashing him like that. Sometimes I forget you have that side to you,” you say, kissing her neck gently.

You feel her shake slightly with laughter, and you give her a couple more soft kisses in response.

“Hey, that tickles!” she protests, but her love for you is evident as she kisses your hair affectionately.

[emphasis-all-mine]

Ooh how about Adashi for 4?

“Please never stop smiling.” Adashi. This is the dreamy, spiritual successor to this ficlet, which I’ve been wanting to re-visit. :D So some implied Shurtis, side Klance and angsty exes ahoy! (Happy ending though)

“Well, you look terrible,” Adam says. “You’re not gonna smile even on your wedding day? Not that it would help that much. Because, yeah you look awful.”

“Thanks,” Shiro rolls his head back against the pillows.

“I’m not here to lie to you Takashi,” Adam sips his coffee. “Apparently I’m here to whisk you away to wedded bliss.”

Shiro throws a pillow over his head. “Whyyy aren’t you Keith?”

“Something to do with a fork in the garbage disposal, he’s been in the ER with Lance all night. They got his finger back on, don’t worry.”

“… He really think I would buy that excuse for sending my ex-fiancé to pick me up and take me to my wedding?”

“Or he’s dumb enough that he really risked his pinky to engineer this, do you want to see the pictures he uploaded?”

Shiro groans, sitting up on his arms. There’s a cup of coffee on the side table next to the bed. Probably the same stuff Adam’s drinking.

They always took their coffee the same. Black, three sugars.

“Just tell me he’s only trying to force us to re-kindle a friendship, and he’s not punishing us because he knows we’ve been fooling around ever since the engagement party?”

“I mean, I got here early enough that we can sneak in a quickie?” Adam smirks.

“Am I just supposed to get up there and smile and say a bunch of vows after…” Shiro pulls his shirt off as if its second nature. “I’m a terrible person.”

“You’re not–”

**

Shiro blinks.

He’s not in bed.

He’s sitting next to Adam on the carpeted floor of his apartment. Adam is clutching his sides, moaning about stomach pangs. They’re both wearing tuxedos, but the ties have been pulled loose and buttons undone. Adam’s belt is un-buckled.

“What was that?” he asks.

“My body punishing me for eating beluga fucking caviar,” Adam hiccups. “Rich people food is the worst. I can taste the endangered species kicking me in the spleen. I deserve it. I deserve all this pain.”

“You don’t,” Shiro shakes his head.

“I might as well of had shark-fin soup and Condor eggs Benedict.”

Shiro looks down at his left hand.

There’s no ring.

His prosthetic is around Adam’s shoulders. Ring-free as well.

“What?” Adam asks. “Are you smiling at my suffering?”

“Does the name ‘Curtis’ mean anything to you?” he asks.

“Uhhh, like Curtis Mayfield? The singer?” Adam cocks his head. “Or the dude on the Atlas who hit on you and Keith threatened to knife him because you’re taken? Gosh, we raised that boy right. Krolia doesn’t get credit for that one.”

Shiro laughs, hard enough to make his eyes tear up.

“What is with you, all giddy and shit? How much champagne did you get?”

“I feel like I just woke up on the better side of a dream.”

**

“Just smile. Please, never stop smiling,” Adam says through clenched teeth. “Otherwise your fiancé is gonna punch me.”

Shiro blinks back to life. Curtis is shutting the door, and it’s the engagement party again. The moment Adam decided to get too drunk and roasted them both and ran off to vomit. The moment Curtis found Shiro taking care of him in the hotel room.

There’s paths unfolding in front of him. Directions everything can take. Lying and cheating and denying and sublimating.

“I have to do a bad thing to a good person,” Shiro says, taking off his engagement ring. “I’m not going to smile for a long time.”

“I have pictures of Lance with his tongue stuck on the ice-sculpture. Would that help?”

Shiro tries to hide a grin. “I’m a terrible person.”

“Same,” Adam says. “I lost the best guy in the universe because I am a bitter, possessive, grudge-holding, irrationally jealous jerk.”

“Well, I’m about to break the heart of the real best guy in the universe,” Shiro sighs. “Because I lied to myself, pretended I could be good enough for someone better than me. When I’m an indecisive, broken person who–”

“Takashi,” Adam interrupts. “Put the ring back on. Go downstairs, smile and be happy. Nothing happened, so you have nothing to apologize for.”

“But I want something to happen.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like smiling and pretending I don’t want to wake up next to you every damn day.”

Adam scoffs. “Needy.”

“Messy drunk.”

“Indecisive lunkhead.”

“Salty Sandra.”

“Drama queen.”

“Said the guy who roasted his ex at the engagement party.”

“Said the guy who’s gonna pull a last-minute rom-com style ‘here’s your ring back’ breakup so he can try and get back together with his loser ex.”

Shiro looks over his shoulder.

“You do look like garbage.”

Adam smiles. “And you still want this?”

“I want you puking beluga caviar in my lap, yeah.”

“Huh?”

**

Shiro is drinking a beer in the empty ballroom when it’s all over.

Lance sits down next to him.

“Keeth thaid you’d be thitting here.”

Shiro furrows his brow. Lance takes the bandage off his tongue.

“Keith said you’d be sitting here, I’m supposed to make sure you’re not wallowing or I have to lick the ice-sculpture from the bat mitzvah across the hall to cheer you up.”

“Did he tell you to lick the first one?”

“… No?”

Shiro shakes his head. “At least it wasn’t a fork in the garbage disposal.”

“He’s really weird right now. He’s protective of you and Adam at the same time and I think it’s making him short circuit. Not that he’s the paragon of excellent spur-of-the-moment decision making to begin with.”

“But you’re not that type of impulsive,” Shiro says, sipping the beer. “Why’d you go along with it?”

“I love him,” Lance shrugs. “Doing dumb things to make him smile is part of the deal.”

“Just don’t let him risk a finger, okay?”

“Are you going to get back together with Adam?”

“I don’t know if he’ll let me. He’s got this crazy idea that I should stay with Curtis instead of doing something dumb and impulsive because I love him.”

“Well… if you need a way to prove to him you’re dumb and in love, I have an idea?”

**

Adam’s smile is the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Who the hell gets an ice-sculpture of a Squirrel holding a giant acorn?” Keith shakes his head.

Lance shrugs. “I’m just glad it’s not my tongue this time.”

“Thaa-daaa!” Shiro says with his tongue firmly affixed to the ice-nut.

“Well congratulations Takashi, you’re not a drama queen or a rom-com cliche. You’re just an idiot.”

“Thays the thude in luff wiff this thidiot.”

“Okay, true. Someone help get my idiot’s mouth off of the thirteen year old girl’s nut so we can go have hot, messy rekindling our relationship sex upstairs before the hotel kicks us out?”

**

“You have the best smile,” Takashi says, kissing Adam’s neck. “Never stop smiling.”

Sentence Prompts Here!

[imaginefan]

How they react when you guys first kiss. Kol, Jeremy, Matt, Stefan, Kai, Tyler, Damon and Klaus.

Kol Mikaelson

Kol is well he’s Kol and the moment that he saw you he decided that you were going to be his but the fact that you were a witch that was very aware of the supernatural world and the monsters hiding in it made things a little bit harder for him. It took a long time for him to get you to trust him but once the trust was there he never really seemed to leave your side.

You and Kol were always together and because of this you had met with his family and become a trusted member of the family, you and Kol were sitting in the living room of the Mikaelson household, you had been trying to perform a spell but it just wasn’t working. “This is hopeless.” You complained crossing your arms and turning away from the set up that you had.

“Now now don’t be so rash darling.” Kol smiled moving forward from his reclined position next to you, you just groaned as you continued your stubborn act. Kol shuffled forward wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. “You know this is all about energy.”

“Point?” You asked.

“Feel it.” He said softly as he placed his hands over yours “feel my energy moving from me into you.” You closed your eyes listening to his voice, “now say the spell.” You began chanting concentrating on the energy moving between the two of you when you opened your eyes you saw that you had completed the spell and turned you were so excited that you didn’t even realise what you were doing when you pressed your lips to his.

“I hope that I don’t have to help you with a spell to get a reward like that.” He smirked and you looked at him.

“We’ll see.” You whispered softly as you pressed your lips together.

Jeremy Gilbert

Jeremy had met you in school, your parents travelled a lot because they were hunters but with the increased action in Mystic Falls they decided the settle and teach you everything that you needed to know, you face an obvious fight to become a trusted member of the group but you managed.

You and Jeremy were close and it didn’t take long before you were more than just friends, you were sitting in The Grill when you saw a male walking into, you continued to drink watching him as we walked to the bar, you walked up yourself leaning over to talk to Liv requesting a refill, she did as you asked before going over to the new customer, everything turned crazy as Liv back away from the male a look of pure fear on her face, you were lucky that there wasn’t anyone else around, you took the throwing knife out of your boot and threw it into his shoulder and he glared back at you. “Hi there, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“What are you a hunter?” He asked as he pulled the knife from his shoulder a smirk taking over his features.

“Yeah, something like that and your Malachai Parker correct?” You asked.

“I hate that name.” He muttered and you smirked.

“Oh, I know.” You laughed as you dialled a number in your phone and then dropped it.

“Well if you just let me talk to my little sister,” Kai suggested

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You shrugged.

“Well, then it seems that I’m going to have to get rid of you first.” Kai flipped his hand and flung you across the room, you knew that Liv and run but you hoped that you had given her enough to time to get away and you hoped that however you had called had picked up the phone and knew what was happening, you weren’t sure though as your eyes closed and you passed out.

When you opened your eyes again, Jeremy was sitting next to you, you noted that you were in the Salvatore’s living room and mumbled to yourself as you moved Jeremy jumped up placing his hands on your cheek as he looked you over. “Dude I’m fine.” You muttered.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He ordered and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, sure whatever.” You waved him off and he shook his head before connecting your lips.

“Never again.” He said sterner this time.

Matt Donovan

You and Matt weren’t together but everyone knew that you were on the crust of getting together and lucky for you it seemed that the world had plans for you and they came in the form of an ex.

They both walked into The Grill together while you and Matt were having a drink together, Matt had just gotten off of work and you were expecting everything to be relaxed but the moment that you ex realised that you were there he decided that he needed to show you what they were missing but you weren’t too bothered by him and you continued to talk to Matt.

Eventually, your ex came over and tapped your shoulder and you smiled “Oh hi!” You smiled.

“Who’s this?” He asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business I’m her boyfriend,” Matt answered recognising the male.

“Really you got with Matt Donovan?” He asked.

“Why is it any of your business?” Matt asked and you looked at him and smiled.

“Don’t worry about him, we’ve got somewhere to be anyway.” You said softly as you pressed a kiss to his lips before standing up and offering him your hand and leaving your ex confused and angry.

Stefan Salvatore

Stefan was known for his inability to keep himself from protecting others, even those who didn’t seem to appreciate his actions. You were always there when he needed you and you always seemed to be cleaning up his blood, today was no different and you were sitting in your kitchen dabbing at his shoulder and cleaning up his blood. You were quiet and he watched you carefully. He frowned when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. “Hey.” He said softly pulling your hands to a stop and making your stand directly in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it doesn’t matter.” You answered as you wiped at your face removing the traces of tears.

“It matters,” Stefan argued softly as he pulled you to straddle his waist on one of the chairs of your dining room set.

“I just hate having to clean you up all the time, I know you heal and I know you're okay but that doesn’t change the fact that you get hurt.” Your voice shook and he pulled you closer to him if that was possible.

“I never knew that this was hurting you too.” Stefan started and you looked up at him and shook your head.

“You're just trying to help, I shouldn’t-” Stefan cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.

“You are allowed to feel however you like.” Stefan started “and I promise I’ll try my best not to throw myself into the line of fire.”

Kai Parker

Kai Parker is someone that you learned to read, you got to know him when he was trying to win the trust of your friends after getting out of the Prison World, you understood that your friends had something against him and you knew that you should have too but you always thought him as a product of his environment.

Now as for Kai he knew of you before he merged with Luke but he didn’t start feeling anything for you until after the merge and started looking for you, the rest of the gang knew that he was looking for you and tried not to let him meet you but were ultimately unsuccessful and even ended up losing your respect when they left him in the Prison World which brings us to the present where you were sitting in your living room watching TV.

“Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” A voice asked and you turned to see the male that you missed so much.

“You got back!?” You asked a smile stretching across your face and tears welling in your eyes.

“I hear you lost friends over me.” He smirked as he walked towards you and towering over you, gently lifting his and to rest on your cheek.

“They shouldn’t have left you there.” You said softly his free arm moving to wrap around your waist and pulled you closer.

“I knew there was something about you.” He said softly as he pressed his lips against yours.

Tyler Lockwood

Tyler had known you since he was little but when he found out about his werewolf gene he seemed to have pulled away from you despite the fact that you knew of the supernatural goings-on in Mystic Falls.

When Tyler disappeared and you had to find out through other people that he had left Mystic Falls you were confused and sad, you buried yourself in whatever problems seemed to come your way and in most cases that seemed to be Klaus related. When Tyler came back to Mystic Falls the first person that he went looking for was you and it wasn’t too hard to find you the only problem was you seemed to be ignoring him.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly hoping that you just hadn’t realised that he was there.

“What?” You asked but the moment that you spoke he knew that he was in trouble.

“Look I’m sorry that I left without saying goodbye.” He confessed and you glared at him.

“Then why’d you do it?” You asked, he looked at the floor before stepping closer to you.

“Promise you won’t hate me?” He asked and you frowned before nodding. Tyler moved forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, your eyes widened before they slipped back close and you kissed back.

“I loved you too much to say goodbye,” Tyler admitted.

“Well next time you can try a see you soon.” You suggested and Tyler smirked.

“Next time I won’t be leaving you anywhere.” You informed him.

Damon Salvatore

Damon had an eye on you when he arrived at Mystic Falls and at first, he thought that you would make a good meal but when started to cange the way that he lived and hunted, he started to see that you were probably a really good person and rather interesting for a human.

The first time that you really caught his attention was when you ended being brought into his house as one of Elena’s friends and helping them to make a plan that ultimately led to their success, it was weeks before you and Damon were left alone and during that time you had gotten to know him and of course you thought that he was attractive, now however being alone meant something very different for you. “Well don’t you look comfortable?” Damon asked as he leaned over the back of the sofa that you were laying on.

“Well, apparently I’m just not good enough for this next one, hey how comes your not with them?” You asked.

“They probably think I’m too destructive so they didn’t involve me.” Damon shrugged as he walked around gesturing for you to sit up so that he could sit behind you before allowing you to rest your head on his lap.

“You know you're not as bad as everyone said you were.” You said and he looked at you and smiled.

“That’s because I like you.” He smiled leaning down stopped a little ways away from you.

“You like me?” You asked and he nodded.

“More than I probably should.” He admitted before connecting your lips.

Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus hadn’t realised how he seemed to have ignored you over the past couple of weeks, you knew that he was dedicated to becoming King of New Orleans and while he made sure that no harm came to you, you were pretty much left to yourself, you would often see Cami walking in and out of the compound and it only made you think that he was looking for a way to end the relationship that you had.

You sat in your room looking at some of the old texts that you got from Klaus when you first met, that is before you threw your phone down on the bed refusing to actually admit that you felt and were acting like a teenager in light of the new events. “It’s not any better then?” You looked up and saw Hayley, you had both connected despite your wavering opinions on Klaus.

“Well, he’s not here.” You muttered.

“Maybe we should do something, get out of here,” Hayley suggested.

“What’s this about going out?” Rebekah seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Klaus is ignoring her,” Hayley informed the second youngest Mikaelson.

“Well, there’s one way to get Niklaus to notice you,” Rebekah smirked as she walked into the room and closed the door.

You walked back into the compound that night face with an angry looking Klaus, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes set on you “where have you been?” He asked and you looked at him.

“I was out with Rebekah and Hayley.” You answered and he nodded.

“All this work to keep you safe and you just walk out.” He glared and you looked at him and shrugged.

“Didn’t think you would have noticed.” You muttered. “You spend so much time with Cami after all.” Before you even knew what was happening Klaus was in front of you and you stepped back only for him wrap an arm around your waist.

“After you jealous?” Klaus asked face moving closer to yours, you were only half listening to him because of his close proximity, you’d been this close but it had never really progressed past this point, Klaus’ smirk widened as he leaned in closer before his lips pressed against yours. “I’d prefer that you talked to me then go missing for hours.”

“Well, I do like being dramatic.” You said softly causing him to chuckle.

[just-another-obsessed-fangirl]

reputation (2017) sentence prompts

Every love I've known in comparison is a failure

In my dreams, you should see the things we do

I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time

Touch me and you'll never be alone

Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted

Younger than my exes but he acts like such a man

No one has to know

I wanna be your end game

You and me, we got big reputations

I got some big enemies

You and me would be a big conversation

You like the bad ones too

I got a bad boy persona, that's what they like

I don't wanna touch you

I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see

I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do

I don't wanna hurt you

I just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

I know what they all say

But I ain't tryna play

I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

In rumors, I'm knee deep

We tried to forget it but we just couldn't

I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Your hand prints on my soul

It's like your eyes are liquor

It's like your body is gold

You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks

Here's the truth from my red lips

I never trust a narcissist, but they love me

For every lie I tell them, they tell me three

I can feel the flames on my skin

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing

I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming

They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

I let them think they saved me

I never trust a playboy

You gotta leave before you get left

Don't throw away a good thing

If he spends my change then he had it coming

They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one

Light me up

Love made me crazy

My drug is my baby

Lord, save me

Toyin' with them older guys

Just playthings for me to use

I've been breakin' hearts a long time

For you, I would cross the line

(They say,) "She's gone too far this time"

My name is whatever you decide

I'm just gonna call you mine

I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

For you, I would fall from grace

If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay

I get so high every time you're loving me

Trip of my life every time you're touching me

My reputation's never been worse

You must like me for me

We can't make any promises now, can we, babe?

You can make me a drink

You can meet me in the back

Just think of the fun things we could do

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head

I know that it's delicate

Is it too soon to do this yet?

Handsome, you're a mansion with a view

They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

I let them think they saved me

I never trust a playboy

You gotta leave before you get left

Don't throw away a good thing

If he spends my change then he had it coming

They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one

Light me up

Love made me crazy

My drug is my baby

Lord, save me

Toyin' with them older guys

Just playthings for me to use

I've been breakin' hearts a long time

For you, I would cross the line

(They say,) "She's gone too far this time"

My name is whatever you decide

I'm just gonna call you mine

I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

For you, I would fall from grace

If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay

I get so high every time you're loving me

Trip of my life every time you're touching me

My reputation's never been worse

You must like me for me

We can't make any promises now, can we, babe?

You can make me a drink

You can meet me in the back

Just think of the fun things we could do

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head

I know that it's delicate

Is it too soon to do this yet?

Handsome, you're a mansion with a view

Do the girls back home touch you like I do

Long nights with your hands up in my hair

Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share

(Sometimes I wonder when you sleep) Are you ever dreaming of me?

I pretend you're mine all the damn time

I don't like perfect crime

You laugh when you lie

You said the gun was mine

I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined

Look what you made me do

You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out, and threw a feast

The world moves on another day, another drama

All I think about is karma

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

You make everyone disappear

Cut me into pieces

Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

Tripping when you're gone

When you get me alone, it's so simple

I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose

You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you

I make all your gray days clear

Wear you like a necklace

I'm so chill but you make me jealous

I got your heart skipping when I'm gone

Scratches down your back now

You did a number on me (but honestly, baby, who's counting?)

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

I got a boyfriend, he's older than us

He's in the club doing I don't know what

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

You've ruined my life by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way

I'm talking to everyone here but you

You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

If you're single, that's honestly worse

You're so gorgeous, it actually hurts

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats alone, unless you wanna come along

Nothing good starts in a getaway car

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

I struck a match and blew your mind

The ties were black, the lies were white

I wanted to leave him (I needed a reason)

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart

He poisoned the well

I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed

We never had a shotgun shot in the dark

We were flying, but we'd never get far

Don't pretend it's such a mystery

Think about the place where you first met me

There were sirens to the beat of your heart

Should've known I'd be the first to leave

You weren't thinking

I was just drinking

With three of us, honey, it's a sideshow

A circus ain't a love story

And now we're both sorry

It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart

We were jet-set Bonnie and Clyde (until I switched to the other side)

Us traitors never win

I left you in a motel bar

Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys

That was the last time you ever saw me

I'm better off bein' alone

Now you try on callin' me "Baby" like tryin' on clothes

You move to me like I'm a Motown beat

We rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys … never took me quite where you do

You are the one I have been waiting for

King of my hear, body and soul

You're all I want

I'll never let you go

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Is this the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

All at once this is enough

I loved you in secret

We love without reason

My love had been frozen

Deep blue but you painted me golden

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Picture of your face in an invisible locket

There was nothing in the world that could stop it

I had a bad feeling

You had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

People started talking, putting us through our paces

I know there was no one in the world who could take it

I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us

I'm a mess but I'm the mess that you wanted

It's gravity keeping you with me

If I could dance with you again

Our secret moments in a crowded room

They got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

If I get burned, at least we were electrified

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we're both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us

Flashback when you met me

Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me

Flashback to my mistakes (my rebounds, my earthquakes)

Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

Jump into the pool from the balcony

Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

There are no rules when you show up

Why'd you have to rain on my parade?

I'm shaking my head and locking the gates

This is why we can't have nice things

You break them, I had to take them away

Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?

It was so nice friends again

There I was giving you a second chance

You stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

Friends don't try to trick you

And so I took an axe to a mended fence

I'm not the only friend you lost lately

If only you weren't so shady

Here's a toast to my real friends

They don't care about the he-said, she-said

And here's to my baby

He ain't reading what they call me lately

And here's to my mama, had to listen to all this drama

Forgiveness is a nice thing to do

Haha! I can't even say it with a straight face

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gun fight

They took the crown but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

My baby's fit like a daydream

I'm the one he's talking to

So call it what you want to

Love's me like I'm brand new

All my flowers grew back as thorns

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressing up as kings

They fade to nothing when I look at him

I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn

At least I did one thing right

I'm laughing with my lover

Making forts under covers

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

I want wear his initial on a chain round my neck

Not because he owns me but 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say

I recall late November

You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

You and me from the night before

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

I want your midnights

I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi

I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

I will hold on to you

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

You and me forevermore