#I just wanna enjoy spooky season without getting this shit shoved in my face the whole time

[jewishbarbies]

can we please stop acting like this is fun and cool

[sassy-pelican]

Accidental Injury

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Premise: Sebastian takes you to a haunted house for the upcoming spooky season, and he may have forgotten he didn’t know something. 

Warnings: language, fluff, humor, and what else but an accidental injury, some allusions to sexy times at the end, a bit of steamy kissing. Plus soft Seb which is a warning by itself. 

A/N: Alright, alright, so do you guys remember Sebastian’s post for IT, this one, well for some odd reason I started thinking about it and then got to thinking about me in that situation and ta-da.

I thought about waiting until October to post this but fuck two days, and besides I want October to be for Kinktober. So y’all get this early.

~

Alright, so maybe bringing you to a haunted house wasn’t one of Sebastian’s brighter ideas, not by a long shot. And now, the two of you can’t even come back, banned for life were the managers words. 

“It’s really not that bad,” he tries to console you. You in turn only glare at him. 

“What part of that wasn’t ‘that bad’ Seb? I got us kicked out, banned.”

“We’ll just go to another one,” he says, a bit sheepishly. 

“So I can get us kicked out of that one too? I’ll pass.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “It was my idea.”

You sign, leaning against his shoulder as the two of you sit on the curb. “Don’t be. It’s my fault.”

“It was my idea though.” You look up at his forlorn face and burst out laughing. 

“I’ll let you take credit for that!” Suddenly you can’t stop laughing. “It’s not funny.”

Sebastian soons joins in the laughter, and the sound echoes through the empty parking lot. A few stares from people still in line are thrown your way but neither of you care. You’re both too drunk off each other and the strange events of the night to care. 

Earlier

You stared at Sebastian as he smiled widely at you. A haunted house. He wants to take you to a haunted house. Truthfully, it sounded fun, but you were skeptical. The two of you had never purposely scared one another yet, even after months of dating. You supposed it was just coincidence that you had yet to scare him and he you, but there would be no avoiding seeing the other scream now. 

“A haunted house?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun,” he pleads. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be fun, we’ve just never seen each other scared before.”

“Afraid you’re going to hide behind me?” he asks. 

“Hardly,” you reply. “You’ll be the one hiding.”

“We’ll see.”

A few minor scares in and you were right. Sebastian had, more than once, jumped behind you for protection, a very high pitched scream accompanying one. It made both you and the employee laugh. 

The mighty Winter Soldier got scared shitless by a jump scare. 

So far though there have been no props, something you’re thankful for. If someone comes at you with a knife you don’t know if you’ll throw Sebastian as a sacrifice or try to kill them. You’ve been known to do both. 

Never count your eggs before they’re hatched. 

In a split second a large man, dressed in a grotesque outfit you can’t begin to describe, wielding a large knife jumps out from the shadows and you act on pure instinct. As Sebastian jumps behind you  - yet again - with a girlish squeal, you duck below the actor's faux swing and your hand flys to his face. 

You don’t hear the crack but you feel it, and the next thing you know, the man is bent over, holding his nose and groaning. “Son of a bitch!” the man screams. “I think you broke my nose!”

“Shit!” you scream. “I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to, it was just instinct.” You stare at the blood pouring from his face as Sebastian turns pale. “Do you guys have a medical place anywhere?”

The guy nods and you drag Sebastian with you as you help the man up. You make it to the medical tent, where everyone rolls their eyes and a woman in a suit glares at you, seeing the blood on your hands. Mouth in a thin line she shoves the man towards a nurse and takes you by the elbow. 

Sebastian follows, still not talking, probably in shock that his girlfriend had a lot more fight in her than he realized. “You two are no longer welcome here,” the woman says, escorting you past the gate before slamming it shut. 

Present

Tears are streaming down your cheeks as the two of you laugh your asses off. Your stomach aches with the laughs but you can’t seem to stop. 

“I can’t believe you broke his nose!”

“I didn’t mean to!” you laugh. “And you jumped behind me every damn time. Such a big strong brave man!”

“I’m big and strong,” he says, leaning into your neck, “but I never accused myself of being brave.”

You lose it again. Your entire body is shaking and his shirt is wet but you don’t care, and neither does he. “That’s good babe,” you say. “I think I’ve got enough fight for both of us.”

“Let’s go home,” he says, pulling you to your feet. “Want ice cream on the way?”

You roll your eyes at him. “I will never turn down ice cream and you know it.”

“I am sorry I ruined it for you,” he says. 

“I think the ruining was my fault,” you say. 

“Maybe,” he says. “But I love you anyway.”

Both of you freeze. You seem to register the words the same time he does - after they’ve been said. 

“Y-you love me?”

He turns to look at you, hands holding your waist. “I do. It’s probably too soon but it slipped out and I-”

You shut him up with your lips crashing against his. He responds without hesitation, hands tightening on your waist and pulling you closer as your tongues explore each other's mouths. 

You pull away, resting your forehead against his. “It’s not too soon.”

He smiles. “Good.”

You lean up to kiss him again, before pulling away again. “I love you, too.”

“Wanna go skip the ice cream?” he asks, tugging you close. 

“Mmm,” you say. “I don’t know. You’ll have to convince me.”

He smirks before attacking your mouth in a sensual assault that is definitely not meant for a parking lot, however empty it is. You don’t dare ask him to stop though, you’re enjoying yourself too much. 

Just as you start to moan into his mouth he pulls away. “Convinced yet?”

“Only if I get an encore,”

“Done.”

[marwritesgood]

Secrets | O. Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Martinez!Reader

Timeframe: Season 3 Episode 8

Summary: He tells her he’ll call, and he’s never broken a promise to her.

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A/N: I have too many thoughts on Season 3. So now I have too many fic ideas.

My parents and youngest siblings were out of the house, and my grandmother was on her own adventure somewhere via here station wagon. I took this as the opportunity to call my brother and his friends over and get them to spill the details about what they had been up to for the past few months.

Ever since Ruby came home at 11 o’clock at night, they had been acting secretive, Spooky included. After sticking my neck out for them when they were trying to clean the rollerworld money, I felt offended that they were hiding things from me again.

I was ready to bribe and torture them until they talked, but it was only a few minutes into the investigation and Ruby and Jamal were already squealing.

“- So now we have until July to find Lil’ Ricky before Cuchillos gets mad.”

Ruby and Jamal were breathing heavily after detailing everything that happened. Meanwhile, Monse and Cesar were glaring at them both for having such little will power.

“You mean to tell me,” I began, crossing my arms and knitting my eyebrows together. Ruby shrunk back down to his, knowing what was about to happen. “That you’ve been in the middle of a gang-affiliated vendetta for the past few months and I’m just only hearing about this now?! And after I helped you with the rollerworld money and convinced Spooky to help Cesar.”

Guilt washed over all four of their faces because they knew I was right. They recruited Jasmine and Oscar’s help almost as soon as they were tasked with the job, but left me in the dark until the very end. Ruby, having looked significantly more flushed than the others, stared down at his shoes as he spoke to defend the four of them.

“Oscar made us keep it from you,” he stated, voice trembling with fear, because he knew the kind of conflict this would create. Perhaps he hated the idea of me being mad at him more than he hated the thought of me being mad at Spooky.

“He did what?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just as his name was brought up in the conversation, a loud knock on the front door sounded throughout the living room area. Ruby’s eyes widened with horror, having become familiar with sound of Spooky’s knock from all the times he’d come over when my parents weren’t around.

It wasn’t until I opened the door that the other three caught on and sunk into their seats in terror. I was glaring at Oscar the moment I opened the door to him, but he was clueless, smiling like a fool because we hadn’t seen each other in a few days. When he glanced over my shoulder and saw the kids, however, he began to piece together what had happened.

“You have some explaining to do,” I stated bluntly, making my way back to where I stood in the living room- leaving Oscar to follow me inside without the traditional kiss we’d share as a greeting. “All of you do... So start talking.”

“You told her?”

“It was Ruby!” Jamal held his hand out and pointed at my brother, whose eyes somehow grew wider than they already were. I saw Oscar inhale deeply, flaring his nostrils while doing so, in the corner of my eye.

“She tortured it out of me! I’m not made of stone,” my brother retorted.

“All she did was yell at us,” Monse stated.

“Oh, you do not know my sister,” Ruby said defensively, holding his finger out in Monse’s direction. “The last time I made her that angry, she shaved one of my eyebrows off in my sleep, I wasn’t gonna take my chances-”

“Hey!” Spooky was glaring at all four of them, still unimpressed that they told me about what happened. “You four have done enough. Cesar, take ‘em and leave.”

One word was enough for Cesar to know what Oscar wanted him to do. He lances over at the other three, before getting up and heading towards the front door. They stood and followed him out, most likely to meet up again at Spooky’s house to discuss more plans behind my back.

I had grown tired of trying to avoid being kept in the dark, so I let them leave. Not to mention, it was Oscar who kept them from telling me what was happening, so it was him who I was mostly angry at.

“I can’t believe you, Spooky,” I scoffed, a beat after the door slammed shut and the kids were out of earshot. “You told them not to tell me? What the hell?!”

“I didn’t wanna get you involved,” he reasoned. 

That was his reasoning for almost everything. I understood matters concerning the Santos. I understood the deals that went down between them and the prophets. Each of the jobs he had to do here and there because of it. But this wasn’t like that, and he knew it.

“So you don’t think I have a right to know when my brother’s in danger?” I placed my hand on my hip and waited two seconds for him to say something. When he didn’t, I beat him to it. “Since when do we keep shit like this from each other?”

He sighed when I brought that up. I knew that wasn’t what he meant to do, but that didn’t change the fact that Ruby was in danger and he kept it from me. He shoves his hand in his pocket, and I could already sense that he was about to say something stupid.

“You took Cesar in last summer without telling me.” 

My eyes grew wide in frustration, and my mouth fell open. Spooky caught on almost instantly that bringing that up was doing the opposite of helping his argument, but that didn’t stop me from making it absolutely clear to him.

“So what? Because I didn’t want Cesar to sleep on the streets, it makes it okay for you to hide things about my brother from me?” Again, I waited a few seconds for Spooky to response, but there was nothing he could say. On the other hand, I still had a lot to get off my chest. “How would you feel if Cesar was in danger and I made sure you didn’t know about it?”

“Okay,” he sighed, his cheeks flushed because this was a rare moment; me scolding him. And about the protection of our brothers, of all things. “I get what you’re saying.”

 “Oh do you?” I said sarcastically. 

“Y/n,” Oscar reached for my hand, and I knew what he was doing. My boyfriend had so much charm. It had gotten him out of a lot of grudges and arguments, but not this one.

“Don’t,” I shrieked, yanking my hand away from him and stepping back. “- touch me. I’m really mad at you right now, Oscar... And I am so sick of you keeping shit from me. I’m so sick of watching the people I love be put in danger, and have no clue about what’s going on.”

He keeps his head down, and I know he’s caught on. This wasn’t the first time he kept important things from me. When Ruby was shot, I had no it was Latrelle who did it until Jamal told me at the hospital. When Mario was getting targeted by a group of Prophets, I didn’t find out until he came home bloody and bruised. When he was sent to prison, I didn’t find out until Cesar came knocking on my door with tears streaming down his face.

“I know you do it because you’re trying to look out for me,” I cried. As much as I enjoyed winning an argument, I didn’t scold Oscar to make him feel bad for doing what he genuinely thought was the right thing. “But it hurts more when I have to find out this way.”

Silence fills the air for an uncomfortable amount of time. I watched Spooky stare at the ground as he thinks something through in his mind. 

“I’m handling it today,” he began, as finally looked up at me, his expression less stoic than its natural state. “Cuchillos... she’s taking a meeting she’s not walking out of. I’m gonna make damn sure of it.”

I could help but let out a sigh of relief. Even after the kids told me about their task to find Lil’ Ricky, they wouldn’t budge on talking about the rest of the plan. It felt good to know what was happening for once.

However the danger of the situation became alarming aware to me as I continued to process. I was beginning to empathise with Spooky as to why he kept things from me. The hurting was inevitable.

“Hey,” he whispered, after noting the tears brimming in my eyes. He took hold of my face as he closed the distance between us. “Look at me... Remember when I called you that time? Before I closed the deal with the prophets? I promised you I’d come home. And what did I do?”

“You came home,” I answered, after sniffling as I wiped my tears away.

“And when I did time,” he added, this time lifting his other hand to caress the other side of my face. “I promised you I’d get out early, and what happened?”

“You got out early,” I sighed. 

For someone who had just lost an argument, and had put his life on the line several times beforehand, he made a really good point about keeping his word.

“Exactly, mi vida,” he smiled, gazing into my eyes until I began smiling back. It was hard staying mad at him. “I promise you I will handle this, and I promise I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.”

He gently pulled me closer to him, and kissed my temple, before hugging me close to his chest. I placed my hands on the backs of his shoulders and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I wanted to believe his promise, but I couldn’t help but savour the smell of his shirt... just in case.

***

“Y/n, c’mon I went to the mall just to get this for you.” Ruby was whining about buying me my favourite combo from my favourite food joint at his least favourite place- the mall. “He’s gonna call, Y/n... You having something to eat isn’t gonna affect that.”

My eyes had been glued to my phone for most of the three days in which Spooky was gone. And with passing moment, my anxiety and fear grew exponentially. 

“Look, I gotta go,” he sighed, placing his hand on my shoulder. “We’re gonna hideout somewhere until it’s handled... but please eat something.”

I exhaled and put my phone down for the first time in several hours. 

“Ok,” I breathed, before pulling the food closer to me. Ruby smiled and began heading towards the door. Before he reached it I called out to him. “And Ruby?... Be careful.”

He came back to me, and kissed me on the forehead before leaving with his duffel bag on him. It was difficult eating my dinner alone, with two of my favourite guys gone. 

My abuelita came home after an hour, by which I had made myself comfortable on the living room couch. She sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in one hand and her sewing job in the other. 

I had began drifting to sleep, by the time it was nightfall. My grandmother must have took notice, because I had my eyes closed for a few minutes and by the time I opened them again, she had placed a blanket over me. 

Then, just as I was about to call it a night, and head to my bedroom for yet another night of half-sleeping and half-staying alert for Oscar’s call, there was a knock at our front door. I sat up instantly.

Turning to my grandmother who looked just as I confused as I did I concluded that the only person who would be knocking at the time of the night would not be good news. Ruby had his own key, and so did my parents.

With one hand on Mario’s ld baseball bat, I slowly made my way to the door. As I pulled it open, I gasped in horror. 

“Spooky?” I had never seen him with so many cuts and bruises. Without hesitating, I swung his arm over my shoulder and helped him inside. “Abuelita? Abuelita, get your sewing kit.”

After sitting him down at our kitchen table, I held his hand and winced while my grandmother stitched his wounds up. Even in the state he was in, Spooky still had the nerve to chuckle at how squeamish I was. I wasn’t typically faint-hearted, but something about these wounds being on Spooky made my skin crawl.

“Thank you,” my abuelita whispered to Oscar as she finished stitching up his last wound.

“For what?”

“You know what,” she replied, smiling at him. I squeezed his hand and he lifted mine to his lips. Even beaten and bruised, he was still charming as ever. “So... what are you gonna do with the money?”

He turned his head to my abuelita, and he smiled. She nodded, as if she understood exactly what he was trying to communicate, but I was still clueless. Silently, she stood up and walked into one of the bedrooms to give us privacy. I finished placing a bandage over Oscar’s neck, when I noticed him staring at me.

“What?” I asked softly. He reached for my hand and interlocked our fingers together. I put my hand on his lap and gave him my attention.

“You still mad at me?”

“No,” I smiled, before taking the bottle of booze he’d been drinking and taking a gulp of it for myself. I needed it after watching my grandmother stitch him up. After putting the bottle back onto the table, it dawned on me what he had done. “... Is it really over?”

He took hold of my face and pressed our temples against one another. As I gazed at him with worried eyes, he smiled- more confident than ever.

“I handled it, baby.” He chuckled lightly, like getting it done didn’t cost him a few days of getting beaten and battered. “And I can finally get out... We can finally get out.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that one of his motives, aside from saving the kids, was finding a way out. Ever since his affiliation with the Santos became explicit involvement, we fantasised a life away from Freeridge. It was finally becoming and option for us.

That’s what he was gonna use the money for.

I leaned closer to him and kissed him softly. He stroked my cheek, while I held onto his wrist, too afraid to hurt him by touching one of his facial cuts accidentally. As I pulled away, I thought back to our last argument.

“No more secrets?” 

Spooky shook his head before, lifting his head to kiss my forehead. He made sure to lift my chin and grin at me before shaking his head once more.

“No más.”